#dr Michael robby robinavitch

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Mom of the ER

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Robby x F!Reader

Summary: You and Robby are labelled as the Parents of the ER. You do nothing but fuel those allegations.

The Pitt Masterlist

Due to a large group of college students getting into an accident, Robby gives you a quick call that he has to extend his shift. You hear the exhaustion and defeat in his tone, so you immediately know what you have to do. You make a large pot of strong coffee and pour it into a large thermos. You also go by a donut shop and buy two dozen boxes for him and his team.

When Ahmad sees you, he lets you in, "It's crazy in there so be quick," he says while grabbing a donut for himself.

"Will do! Thanks, Ahmad!"

"Yeah, and thanks for the donut!"

You walk further into the ED, getting closer and closer to the central hub of it all. You see doctors and nurses scrambling left and right.

"Woah," is all you can say amidst the chaos.

Robby spots you and quickly excuses himself from a speaking with Perlah, "Something happen?"

You shake your head, "No, um, I brought you coffee from home and some donuts for you and the team. Looks like you're going to have a long night."

His eyes soften, "Thanks. I know everyone will appreciate a treat after all this chaos," he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You can already see how exhausted he is. You reach out and pat his cheek, "I'll put it in the breakroom," you tell him.

He nods, "Thank you. I'm sorry I can't-"

"DOCTOR ROBBY!" Dr. Collins calls for him. The call of his name has him sigh and hang his head low.

You shake your head, "Baby, it's fine. Really. Go save lives," you quickly peck his lips, "I love you."

"I love you. I'll let you know when I'm coming home," he says as he starts heading to a room where Samira is shouting for him.

"Sounds good!" you give him a wave and head to the break room. You set his thermos by the coffee maker. You place the donuts on the small table, writing on the lids: 'For your late night cravings. Keep up the good work, everyone!' paired with your name.

When you step out of the break room, you nearly run into Frank, "Woah! Robby know you're here?"

"Yeah, just saw him briefly. Brought some donuts for you guys," you gesture to the break room.

Frank looks over your shoulder, "Godsend! So happy Robby married you! Truly, the mom of the ER." he says before heading down the hall.

You scoff, "Thanks?" your eyes follow him confusedly. You shrug and head back towards the entrance.

You salute Ahmad, "Have a good night, Ahamad!"

"Stay safe out there, Y/N!" he says with a wave.

"I'll try!"

Later that night, you receive a text from Samira, it's a selfie of her with Collins, some of the residents, Frank, and Princess. They're all posing with donuts in their mouths. The text along with it says, "THANK YOU FOR THE FUEL, ER MOM!"

You text back: anytime! <3

Ever since you and Robby got married, his colleagues and residents have been jokingly calling two to the Parents of the ER. Robby was the stern, tough love parent while you were the very loving and caring one. More often than not, you'd swing by with food for him and his department. You kept up with everyone's lives, would hang out with them even if Robby couldn't make it. It was nice though, feeling like his department was your family.

Your phone then rings in your hand and you smile seeing Robby's name, "Hey."

"Well, that was a shitshow, but your donuts and coffee definitely make up for it."

"Yeah? Any casualties?"

Robby lets out a long, tired, deep breath, "Three. It's...been a long day."

"But you're coming home soon, right?"

He sighs again, "Yeah, in a bit." he pauses, "Got some paperwork to fill out but I'll be home. Thirty minutes, hopefully unless Gloria comes to chew my ass again."

"I'll leave you to it then."

"Wait."

"Hm?"

"You know I love and appreciate you, right?"

You snort, "I know, Michael."

"No, sweetheart, I'm serious. You've taken all of this in stride even before we got married. And you treat my team so well. I just want you to know that it doesn't go unnoticed by me or anyone here. Thank you for not only taking care of me but everyone who works in my department."

You shrug even though he can't see you, "You guys take care of everyone else, someone has to take care of you guys, right?"

Robby chuckles, "Spoken like such a mom."

"God, I thought you hated when they called us that!"

[criminalamnesia]

idk just thinking about starting a thing with Jack after the two of you have been dancing around it for a while— stolen glances, lingering touches, slipping snacks into pockets and working so seamlessly together.

it’s not something you two have labeled yet, but everyone in the ED knows because god you two are so obvious and insufferably in love with one another.

but you want to take things slow, and Jack obliges because you’re more vulnerable in this position than he is (you’re his resident and he’s an attending) (and it’s actually killing him to take things slow but he does it for you).

you’re off on the day of pitt fest and so is jack but you know he just had a hellish night shift so you tell him to rest up and that you’ll see him tomorrow night when you both work again.

your friend surprises you with a plus-one ticket to pitt fest— and you hesitate but ultimately end up going, knowing that the exhaustion you’ll feel tomorrow will be worth it, even if you’re gonna need an extra energy drink or three to get through your shift.

you don’t tell jack. why would you? it’s last minute and you’re giddy and he’s off— probably sleeping, you assume— and you don’t want to bother him because this is new and you’re not his girlfriend.

then the worst happens. someone opens fire. you lose your friend in the ensuing chaos and you’re terrified, but you snap into resident mode and start trying to help. holding pressure on a wound here, checking a pulse on a body there, dodging and weaving through the masses as you try to save anyone you can.

everyone gets called into the ED. so when jack strides into the department, mind already racing in preparation of the madness to come, his eyebrows lift when he doesn’t spot you among the team briefing.

he asks dana if she’s heard from you, and the charge nurse shakes her head. “I’ll keep tryin’,” she tells him. he accepts that and moves forward.

he doesn’t have any reason to worry. you said you would see him tomorrow. he figured you were probably in bed already and your phone was on silent. no big deal. as much as he would love your expertise (and general calming, reassuring presence) in this scenario, he can push through. he did before you.

dana stays true to her word and calls you ten times in the span of two minutes, but it goes unbeknownst to you, as your phone is currently face down in a puddle of someone else’s blood. you were too busy worrying about others to even notice it had fallen out of your pocket.

when the variety of vehicles start rolling up to the ED, everyone is too busy saving lives to worry about who didn’t show up to help. no one cares about your absence.

and then ellis opens up a truck’s tailgate, and she pulls out a body— and when she gets it on the gurney, she looks at the face to quickly assess for head injuries and her heart nearly stops in her chest.

it’s you.

blood smattered on your face, a large gash running from your forehead to your cheek. your eyelids flutter, your breathing is shallow and coming in quick pants.

“shen!” ellis screams, and the attending rushes over, eyebrows furrowed before his gaze lands on you.

“shit,” he breathes, looking to ellis before back down at you.

along with an obviously broken leg and numerous cuts and already-blooming bruises, you’ve been shot. blood flows from a wound in your gut, and your hands twitch as they move towards it, trying to keep pressure on it.

“red, she’s a red—” ellis is saying, slapping a bracelet on you and commandeering your gurney. she rushes towards the doors, eyes wild as she enters the ER and looks for someone— anyone— that can help.

“robby!” she yells across the madness when she spots the attending. he’s finishing up with a patient and getting ready to move to another, but his head jerks up at the sound of his name.

“need you over here!” ellis calls, and robby’s brows furrow as he looks over his shoulder to say something to jack— fuck, jack— before he’s weaving towards her.

“what is it?” robby asks, eyes instantly going to the card tied around your wrist.

“it’s fucking y/n.”

and robby’s eyes dart up so fast he almost gets whiplash. he instantly recognizes you and he curses under his breath, anxiety clawing up from his gut and encircling his heart. beginning to squeeze as your eyes crack open and your chest heaves.

“don’t…” you gasp out, one of your hands blindly reaching for the attending. “let…him see.” each word comes painful and slow, and you don’t even notice that other faces have gathered around you as you speak.

your friends— your family— all gasp and cry and furiously begin to come to your aid but you don’t even realize it. because your eyes are locked on robby’s.

“you….need….him.”

and you don’t even have to say who you’re talking about, because everyone in the fucking PTMC knows that you and jack abbot are a thing. and robby exhales shakily, tears filling his eyes, but he has a job to do. and so he gets to work.

and he knows for a fact that he will lose someone tonight, regardless of you living or dying.

either way, he doesn’t know if jack will forgive him for this. for purposefully hiding your arrival and trying to save your life without him.

as much as it pains him at the thought, he knows that he has to do what’s best for the department. for the other hundred people that are coming through the doors tonight.

so he nods to himself. tells himself he’s doing the right thing.

and then he loses your pulse.

[loverwrites]

just keep going

pairing: michael ‘robby’ robinavitch x f!reader

warnings: somnophilia, brief crying, smut

yeah waking up to robby’s mouth between your legs is hot. it’s easy to sink into the sheets and lightly tug on his hair with a sleepy groan.

so is waking up at the feeling of come landing on your face. when he’s finished you finally get to open your eyes and see your boyfriend smile at you.

but your favorite? robby falling asleep during sex.

when it first happened you were heavily offended, but you understood. he’s an emergency doctor for crying out loud.

he’s beyond exhausted. can you blame him for falling asleep?

it’s not that the sex isn’t good. you know that cause you still felt the way his dick twitched inside you - despite his loud snores.

when it happened a second time, you almost cried from frustration.

you’re not insane for wanting sex the minute he walks through the door. your schedules never align and you have needs. it’s why he usually wakes you up for sex.

but now your needs conflict with robby’s need for sleep.

“robby,” you whine, stopping your hips.

he says nothing, seconds away from hitting rem sleep.

“wake up,” you beg as you lightly slap his face - you’re that desperate.

“mmm?” he hums sleepily.

“robby, please. i need to come,” the waterworks start, too sexually frustrated to stop now.

a tired hand comes up to your face. a thumb caresses your cheek, and swipes your tears.

you throb when robby brings his wet thumb to his mouth, licking your tears without even opening his eyes.

“just keep going.”

“what?”

“make yourself come. i’ll wake up later.” he mumbles already falling back asleep.

you shouldn’t even consider it, but the throb between your legs only grows at the idea of fucking him while he sleeps.

“are you sure?”

“yeah,” he nods softly, snuggling into his pillow.

just keep going.

so that’s what you do.

[supremehavok]

Double Fantasy | m.r

part 1/3

plot: It’s 1994, New Orleans. Robby is a third year medical student and madly in love with his fellow peer. He’s young, in love, and he just wants to listen to music and fuck.

category: fluff and smut

c/w: 18+ smut MDNI, p in v sex, heavy petting, protected sex (and yes it is awkward), lovemaking (It’s romantic and sappy I apologize), reader has breasts and vagina, friends-to-lovers, yearning, implied estrangement with family (it’s light though, Robby is just growing up), John Lennon (some people don’t fuck with him, but in my universe Robby is a big fan of his music), soft!young!Robby

w/c: 2.9k

a/n: I’ve had ideas for med student!robby for weeks now and it’s finally happening! I’ve taken some creative liberties with Robby in this because obviously he’s younger than we see him in the show and it’s to be assumed that Robby eventually matures into the man we see in the Pitt, as a med student he’s going to be much less experienced, less sure of himself, softer, etc. Also I made the headcanon that Robby and Walsh are siblings canon in my universe just because. They’re half siblings and Emery is about seven currently. Also, so sorry if my smut writing is complete shit or just not your style. I wanted it to be romantic to keep up with the tone of the story, I wanted to convey that this relationship is passionate and intense for both Robby and the Reader.

“Do you ever listen to John Lennon?”

You glanced up from the dog-eared pages of your psych textbook to find Robby already crouching down in front of the green crate he stored under his nightstand. The box was stuffed to capacity with vinyl records in various conditions and cassette tapes haphazardly resting on top. Robby had nearly a hundred cassette tapes both in the crate and in a dedicated slot in his dresser, but he didn’t hold his tape collection in as high regard as his records. He kept them all in plastic slips, dusted them every week, and handled the second-hand ones like they were a newborn fresh from the womb.

His long fingers traced over the covered edges, flipping each record down, his tongue caught between his teeth in solid concentration until he plucked out the one he wanted. 

You tilted your head, resting the weight on your hand. “I’m actually more of a Ringo girl myself. I share a birthday with him.”

“Mr. Starr will have to wait for another day.” Robby scanned his eyes down the cover in his hand. He suddenly flipped it in his fingers and showed it to you. 

JOHN LENNON: DOUBLE FANTASY :YOKO ONO

“My favorite,” his smile turned sheepish, “I listen to it from start to finish at least once a week. Every single day of the week could be hell, and all I have to do is hear those chimes, and I’m at peace.”

“Like a Xanax made of polyvinyl,” you closed the textbook officially. 

You pressed your back to the pillows, pulling your crossed legs closer to you as the needle dropped with a sharp pop. The speakers on the floor were scratchy; they could hold a decent bass tone, but they weren’t anything to write home about, especially when they were accompanied by the soft whirring of the standing fan on the other side of the room. Still, you pushed your thin textbook aside until it was out of sight and opened your ears to the ting, ting, ting of the bells in the song that seemed like pinpoints in your ears.

Robby adjusted the dial on his turntable before crawling up on the other end of his bed. He reached over the edge and pulled out his family medicine textbook that was littered with stray notebook paper in between various random pages.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna try and study with this playing,” you were lightly chastising, and yet you couldn’t help but smile with a raise of your brows.

“Why not? It’s like elevator music to me now. I’ve heard it so much it’s like how in movies the characters can’t hear the soundtrack.” 

A chuckle lingered in your chest and dissolved into just a curl of your lips. You closed your eyes before realizing how dangerous that was and promptly blinked them open again. You were so tired from your psych rotation; some days were better than others, but you’d barely been out of the hospital for more than three hours, and just before the sun would come up, you’d be putting on that damn lab coat again and shuffling into the freezing corridors to do rounds and (hopefully) pass your exam so you could advance towards your surgical rotation. Your eyelids were heavy, and you wanted to get a smudge of shut-eye before you were meant to be at the hospital, though you knew you were already on track to lose that opportunity, and it was all so you could spend time with him.

Love was nauseating; it gave you insomnia at the worst time in your life, and it made your brain feel like mush when you were meant to be at the top of your game. Robby always sat so close to you, and when his skin brushed yours, all coherent thoughts blew away like pappus. When he laughed, his nose scrunched, and it pained you in the best way possible. He was clumsy and intelligent, and he romanticized the things he was passionate about. He made your heart sing, and yet you felt like pursuing him would be all for naught.

You were getting so close to the end of your med school journey; in a few months you and Robby would be interning at a hospital and pursuing your specialties. You never even planned on getting chummy with your fellow peers; there was no point if you’d all most likely end up in different states or in different hospitals at the very least. You didn’t see a future at Charity, not if you were serious about pediatric surgery.

 Robby, on the other hand, seemed aimless. He knew he wanted to be in the trenches of emergency medicine, shock a man back to life, and hear the thunder of the ambulance bay doors bursting open. He knew what he wanted, and yet he knew absolutely nothing. Most days he felt too unsure of his own abilities; he’d walk through the doors every morning expecting them to tell him there’s been a mistake and he doesn’t have what it takes to be a respectable doctor. He tried not to let it show, at least not around you. When he was with you, he wanted it all to be fun or at the very least calm.

Robby looked up from the dense words in his textbook and caught the view of your eyes seconds away from fluttering shut again. He smiled, amused, almost adoring. “Don’t fall asleep on me now.”

“I should just start sleeping at the hospital. There’s no point in leaving if I’m just gonna be back at it in less than five hours.” It was such a lie; the biggest point for traversing away from the hospital after every shift was sitting across from you. 

“It’s not that bad,” Robby shrugged, turning a page. “Any time we spend together is nice. Even if it’s just for a few hours. It’ll get even worse when we’re interns.”

You nodded ruefully. Robby squinted his eyes tight at the page in his lap. He hesitated to bring it closer until the strain on his eyes began to feel tedious, when he conceded he raised his knees up an inch to look down at the textbook with a slight adjustment to the blurry words.

“Get some glasses,” you muttered.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You scoffed before shuffling across the bed and planting yourself beside Robby—hip to hip. You took the textbook from his hands and pushed it out farther.

“Read it now,” you challenged, the tip of your tongue resting between your teeth.

Robby gave it a moment. His eyes resisted, wanting to squint but only twitching at the notion before leaning forward to see the page closer. You smacked your hand lightly to his chest in protest, “Nope. Get back over there; if you don’t need glasses you can read this just fine.” 

Robby rubbed the back of his neck as he let out a sigh that bordered on a breathy laugh. “I can see just fine, but that test isn’t even fair. Who could read something all the way over there? Now c’mon, give it back.” 

He leaned forward to retrieve the book, but not in time for you to thrust it further back and promptly toss it away to the pillows. When you turned back, you felt surprised by how close Robby’s face was to yours. You’d been close to him before but never this close. You could see his eyes and the field of dark lashes decorating the soft brown irises. There was a fade-out of the record, the scratch of the needle cracked in the speakers, but neither of you flinched. 

“Am I too close?” Robby’s voice broke the new silence, the words escaping the tightness in his throat.

“No. You could actually stand to be a bit closer.” 

Robby snorted, his face becoming crimson from top to bottom. There was something on his face that changed when he could see that you were being serious. It was like a switch flipped in his brain when he could see proof that you wanted him. From the hitch in your breath to the long gazes you gave him lips. 

 He touched his hand to your cheek, his thumb locking under your jaw. The warmth of his hand, the trembling of your breath intermingling with his before you both closed the gap as your lips met. It was like a sigh of relief. The gnawing feeling of anticipation being satiated. Even with a single hand, Robby was firm in his touch; he wanted to keep you close, and he kissed you like he wished to waste away his last breath doing exactly this.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, soft strands musing in your hands, pushing him in even closer until your noses brushed with an increasing sense of urgency. Robby suddenly gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap. Your lips separated with a smack as you gasped from the surprise. Robby was flushed, breathless. Your eyes dared him to do something, anything. His hands felt tense as they gripped the hem of your shirt. He seemed half asleep until you spoke a soft, “Go on,” against his lips, and suddenly his hands were never busier. 

The fabrics were stripped away from your body one at a time. Each piece slipping down and off until they were strewn carelessly on the floor below or in creases between the sheets. You felt his hands run over your stomach, up your sternum, and under the curve of your breasts. Every touch sent a message of reverence, and if you couldn’t tell just by feeling him, it was obvious once you locked eyes and it all clicked.

“You look really pretty like this,” his voice just above a whisper.

“Bet you say that to all the naked girls in your bed.”

Nothing more than a roll of his eyes and a push of his lips back to yours was needed to silence the conversation. You gave Robby the same treatment: stripping him down until you were clinging to the feeling of his bare skin on yours. Your hand dipped down between your bodies and grasped his hardening cock. Robby groaned gratefully at the touch, the softness of your hand stroking up and down the length until he was stiff against his lower abdomen. 

“Excited?” You raised an eyebrow at him, your nose brushing against his.

There was a glint in Robby’s eyes that made your heart flutter, practically feeling the thumps in your ears. You felt his hand nudge yours below, and you let out an audible gasp when the tips of his fingers rubbed along your slit. His touch was slippery from your wetness but intentional as he rubbed his fingers along.

“I don’t know, I think you have me beat in the excitement department,” he countered proudly.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a shove that was much too gentle as you felt so light from his touch. Nevertheless, Robby chuckled as he got off the bed and sifted through his top dresser drawer for a condom. Once he felt the plastic wrap, he got to work slipping it on with a shaky hand. You watched him trip over his pants on the floor and catch himself on the bedside table, his eyes squeezing shut to contain the bark of laughter he wanted to let loose. He just shook his head, hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he regained his composure.

He flicked the switch of his turntable to restart the record. The familiar dings of bells exited the speakers; you couldn’t help but be amused. Such a mood-setter. 

You lay back on the bed with your head against a pillow as Robby climbed on top of you. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, and suddenly all you could see were his eyes staring back at you. You swallowed thickly.

“Don’t chicken out on me now, Robinavitch,” you tried to say it with confidence, but you felt like you were floating between the moment and letting your rapid heartbeat take you completely. You were just as nervous as he was, maybe even more so.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Robby laughed, soft and awkward, dipping his head down to rest his forehead against yours. 

The static that softly overlaid the music filled the gap of silence that reached its peak when Robby pushed himself inside, and suddenly your gasp and his following shudder echoed over the small room. Robby lowered himself from his elbows and snaked his arms over and under your torso, keeping you impossibly close with his face nuzzled into your neck. His thrusts coming in and out deep, his hips meeting yours every time. 

It was like being completely secure, wrapped in a blanket of senses. Robby’s lips on your neck, his tongue tracing the pulse. The sheets sticking to your damp back, the hard outline of his cock buried at the hilt, and the delicious drag that came with each stroke. 

Everything felt so warm—sticky and hot even. Robby’s mouth only left your neck that he’d marked with purple lovebites so he could moan, “Baby—oh fuck, baby, please,” to your ear. The new pace of his thrusts and the roughness plaguing his fucked-out voice told you everything you needed to know. You felt his hand stuff between the slick, minimal gap and rub your clit in tight circles. The creaking of the wooden bedframe sounding dire as a mutual climax approached, both of you grasping at one another, both obsessed with the moment continuing but longing for the enticing end. When you both came, it felt like everything else was gone, and it was just you and Robby, completely caught up in one another.

There was a moment of—what did we just do? It was complete with wide eyes and shaky words, but then the realization turned into laughter. ”Hell of a response to a kiss,” you teased, which only served to brighten the blush on Robby’s face. 

“Shut up,” he muttered just before dropping his head to your chest.

After carefully pulling out and tossing the condom in the bin, Robby flipped the switch off on his turntable and stumbled over on the bed to make space for himself on the other side. He pulled you close and let his head rest on top of yours. 

“I think we did everything we’re supposed to do completely out of order,” he said in the darkness of the bedroom.

“What does that even mean?”

“We became friends, slept together, and tomorrow after we both get off, I’m gonna take you on a date.”

“Do you even have money for a date?”

You felt his shoulder shrug. “I can go without food until the end of the month.”

You bit his shoulder in response, the hazy giggles of you both seeming more pronounced in the still of the night. When you both settled, you pressed your cheek to Robby’s shoulder. “Are you going home for Christmas?”

“Nope. Too far, no one’ll be home. Nana’s gonna be with my mom, Emery, Emery’s dad.”

“Still don’t like him?”

“He’s alright. He’s just so weird about me whenever I’m around. I guess I’m glad, though, that he didn’t even try to get me to call him Dad. He just said, ‘Call me Mr. Walsh, and we’ll get on just fine.’”

“Sounds like he’s fun at parties.”

“Oh yeah,” his voice trailed off.

“Spend Christmas with me then. It’s too much of a hassle to do a back-and-forth between here and Seattle anyways. Already told my folks I wouldn’t be making it this year.”

You felt his nod slowly. “I think I already know who your Secret Santa is gonna be.” It made you smile against his soft skin. Words became little murmurs, touches lighter until you both fell asleep.

Your eyes fluttered open not even two hours afterwards. The sky was still inky, but just from a glance at the clock at the bedside table, you knew the sun would begin to rise in mere minutes. You sighed from your nose, shifting your body to press further into Robby’s chest. You felt the weight of his limp arm draped across your naked chest. You tangled your fingers with his in a gentle hold as you closed your eyes again for a moment or two.

And then it hit you. Your eyes shot open and you looked at the red digital numbers glaring a steady 5:54 at you. Your eyes bugged out, and despite your blissful warmth and ease, you stumbled out of bed, and the second your feet touched the floor, you were searching through the dark for your clothes.

“Michael!,” you hissed in the dark, hands scrambling in search of your shoes.

He just groaned in response, turning over for a different position amongst the pillows.

“What time is your rotation today?” 

“Six,” he mumbled.

“It’s five minutes ‘til six.” A sudden thud rang out behind you as Robby rolled out of bed and joined you in the panic. 

“Fuck, fuck-shit, fuck!,” Robby flicked on his lamp and ripped a shirt from his hanger to throw on. 

You were both late, very late, as you ran off the bus and prepared to part ways at the doors of Charity. Just as you were about to let go of Robby’s hand, you felt a sharp tug and the peck of his lips to yours. It was over before it began, but it lingered nonetheless.

“See you tonight?” he asked, breathless.

“Tonight.”

[midg3lenny]

Noah Wyle as Dr. Michael Robinavitch | The Pitt 1.15

[majestically-w]

There has been so many beautiful fics lately in The Pitt fandom and i wanna comment on all of them in a good detailed way, i just need some time recharging to do that but yall your writing is so amazing and inspiring and touched me deeply! Have a good day!

[theatrekidenergy]

Michael Robinavitch was in high school theatre and no one can convince me otherwise.

[whentheresidentsareevil]

Guys I'm infected

[fanfic-center]

Omg I loved this!! It was so cute!!

Pregnancy or Covid | M.R X reader

a/n: anyone wanna talk abt lovebug concepts??? pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch X Single Mom!Reader wc: 0.6k

continuation of | masterlist | join my 1k sleepover ୨ৎ

“Shush, go back to sleep..” Robby gently patted lacey’s back as he carried her to bed.

Lacey stirred, lifting her head up to look around the room.

“Where’s mommy?” lacey asked, rubbing her eye with the back of her hand, her blanket imprinted on her hands. Robby smiled as he rubbed her back, hoping to soothe her back to sleep.

“She went to rest, do you need something?” Michael asked, lacey just sighed and shook her head, quickly settling into bed as robby placed her down on the mattress. 

As michael went to leave the room, lacey called him back, her little eyes popping up over her covers.

“Bedtime story?” She asked, making robby chuckle before walking over to her little shelf where her book laid. “Any requests?” He asked, glancing to the the little bedbug.

“Princess and the frog!” She smiled, making robby nod before grabbing the book and sitting down on the bed, watching as lacey shuffled around her bed before settling in. “Ready?” Robby asked, making her nod.

As robby began to read the book, he noticed the distant look in lacey’s eyes. “Hey, what’s the matter?” Robby asked, lowering his voice as lacey sighed. Propping her head up on her hand.

“Is my mommy sick?” Lacey asked, her little brows furrowed. 

Robby tilted his head, confused.

Lacey sighed and tossed her covers back, quickly walking to her closet. Robby watched as she yanked open the doors and pulled out her dance bag, and dragged it til it was at robby’s feet. SHe sighed as she walked to where her tablet sat on the charger and unplugged it.

She quickly typed her password before tapping her screen some more, the screen lighting up her little features. She quickly grabbed something out of her bag and held it towards robby, her tablet screen also facing him.

“Those lines mean she has covid right?!” She asked, her voice raising a pitch, panic clear in her voice.

Everything around robby froze, he stared at the positive pregnancy tests in lacey’s palm, looking over to lacey’s screen he noticed lacey had googled all your symptoms, the diagnosis from the web browser declared you’d have covid.

Robby began to laugh, shocked at the news lacey had unknowingly dropped. “Where did you get these?” He asked, taking them from her hand. “Today when i went to change into petal, I needed mommy and i went to her bathroom and these were sitting on her sink.” She explained.

Slowly nodding robby started to grin. “Is mommy sick?” She asked once more.

Robby smiled at her. “She doesn’t have covid, i think she just has a stomach bug.” He reassured the little girl, lacey sighed, her shoulders sagging in relief.

“She’s ok?” Lacey asked, making robby nod.

“I’ll go and check on her, you need to get some rest though.” Robby placed the tests on her bedside, taking her tablet and gently guided the six year old back to bed.

Plugging in her tablet, robby turned to lacey with a smile as she snuggled in once more, grabbing those tests and stuffing them in his pocket.

“I’ll go make sure mommy is ok, you need to sleep or else you’re gonna get sick too!” He warned, making the six year old’s eyes go wide before snapping shut.

Robby cracked her door and walked to your bedroom, ready to accept whatever way you had planned to take the pregnancy. It wasn’t till he entered the room, he spotted two boxes on the edge of your bed, you stared up at him, nervously.

“I haven’t gotten my period of two-ish months michael.” 

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Hey Ofstarsandvibranium,

I have 2 ideas about ER-Mom. Can you do a story about the first-time reader coming to the ER. Or she gives advice to Mel and / or Dennis.

Personal Door Dash

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Robby x F!Reader

Summary: In the early stages of you and Robby dating, you decide to stop by his work to deliver him some lunch.

Mom of the ER | The Pitt Masterlist

It'd been a few days since you've been able to see Michael. He's been working a lot, so your forms of communication has been primarily through texting, phone calls, and facetime.

You admit, you've been clingy. He's so sweet and kind, smart and funny. You're drawn to him and want to spend as much time as possible. So after the fourth day of him not being able to go see you. You decide to go see him.

You pick up some takeout from an Italian restaurant near the hospital. You even get some extra garlic bread for his colleagues. When you enter through the door, you get stopped by security.

"Sorry, ma'am, can I help you?" the young man asks you.

"Oh! Hi! Sorry, um, I'm here to drop off some food for a doctor here." You lift the takeout, the smell of garlic and herbs wafting from the bag.

"What's the doctor's name?"

"Robinavitch."

He nods, "Okay, wait here. Gimme one minute."

"Thank you!" you give him a polite smile and patiently wait by the door.

You watch as he heads around the corner but you don't see where he's gone after that.

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Ahmad knocks on the door to the room Dr. Robby is in, "Hey, Dr. Robby?"

The doctor excuses himself from his patient, "What's up Ahmad?"

"There's a lady here to drop off food for you."

Dr. Robby looks at him in confusion, "I didn't order any food. Did she say her name?"

"No, I didn't ask. Sorry," Ahmad looks at the doctor a little sheepish.

Robby sighs, "It's fine, uh, lemme finish up here and I'll be out in a few."

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You're still standing there waiting patiently when the security guard comes back, "He said he'll be a few minutes. He's just finishing up with a patient."

"Sounds good. Thanks!"

You stand there and the security guard sighs, "That food smells good."

"It's from the Italian place a few blocks down. Georgina's! Actually," you pull out the box of extra garlic bread, and grab one. You hold it out to him, "Here!"

The security guard is hesitant, "Isn't that Doctor Robby's food?"

"I bought extra for him to share with his department. So it's fine!"

He takes it, "Wow. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Oh! Here's a napkin too," you pull one out and he takes him, "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Ahmad."

"Nice to meet you, Ahmad. You might be seeing me more often." You say and then see Michael in your peripherals.

You turn to him with a wide smile, "Hey."

Michael pecks your lips, "Hi, are you my personal Door Dash now?"

You snort, "Maybe. I'm sorry for ambushing you like this. I just wanted to see you for a little bit and wanted to make sure you're eat, so," you hand him the takeout and he's surprised by the weight.

"Jesus, honey, you order the entire restaurant?"

You roll your eyes, "No. Your food's at the bottom, but I ordered a box of extra garlic bread for your staff."

"You didn't have to do that."

You give him a nonchalant shrug, "I wanted to."

"Well thank you. I'll make it up to you, I promise," he looks at you with regret.

"I know, Michael," you lean in and kiss him, "I can manage a little longer without seeing you now. Just needed a little glimpse in person."

"You won't have to wait much longer. I promise you," he murmurs and kisses your head, "Thank you again for the food."

"You're welcome. And make sure you share that garlic bread!"

"No promises!" Michael says as he walks away, heading to the break room to store the food away.

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"Tingnan mo siya," Princess says to Perlah, nodding in the direction of you and Dr. Robby. Look at him.

"Sino yun?" Perlah asks, both nurses watching as their attending doctor interacts with you. Who is that?

"Asawa niya ba yun?" Is that his wife?

"Hindi siya kasal." He's not married.

"Sigurado ka ba?" Are you sure?

The two nurses continue to gossip in Tagalog, not knowing Dana has rejoined them at central, "What're you looking at?"

The women startle and turn to their charge nurse, "Does Robby have a wife?"

Dana scoffs, "No," she peers over the nurses and watch as you two kiss and make your good-byes, "Holy shit."

When Robby heads their way and they're ready to pounce, "Nope!" The doctor says.

Dana follows while Princess and Perlah stay back, giving each other a look.

"Since when did you get back into dating?"

"Recently."

"How recently?"

They enter the breakroom and Robby pulls out the box of garlic bread and sets it on the table, "She got you guys some garlic bread."

Dana nods in approval, "I like her already," she flips open the lid and takes a piece of bread, "Where'd you meet her?"

"At the grocery store."

"What, were you grabbing at the same apple and your hands touched?"

"Last jug of milk," Robby says plainly and Dana stands there looking at him.

"I can't tell if you're joking or not."

He shrugs, "It's a new thing, okay? Don't make it weird. I'm-I'm rusty so we're trying to go at an easy pace."

Dana holds up her hands, "Alright, but I'll let you know now that Princess and Perlah have probably told the entire department by now."

Robby sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "It's-Whatever. I don't have time for this and don't eat all the garlic bread. Share." he points a finger at her and she takes a bite, watching the Robby exit the break room.

Chewing on the bread, Dana nods, looking at it. She mumbles to herself, "This is some fucking good garlic bread."

[criminalamnesia]

Hey man, idk if your goal was to make people cry with that Jack Abbot fic but if it was mission accomplished! *finger guns out of the room while sobbing*

10/10 fic would definitely recommend to anyone needing a satisfying story that ends with you crying

I honestly didn’t expect it to get so much love!!! im just obsessed with the Pitt rn and god that man… I need him….

anyways here’s part 2 to this!!

part 3 here!

jack doesn’t know what’s going on.

ellis came into the er with a gurney, screaming for robby, and then (if even possible) things in the ED got worse.

people scrambling, muffled sobs from nurses and doctors alike as they pass by whoever robby is currently working on. jack’s brows are furrowed, his eyes squinting to try and get a look across the room, but no dice. he starts to think maybe it’s jake— and fuck if it is.

“dr. abbot,” samira breathes beside him from where she’s hunched over their patient. another red, blood covering their torso— a gunshot wound through the upper chest. collapsed lung, struggling to breathe, struggling to live.

(like someone else across the room. but he doesn’t know that.)

“you’re good, mohan. keep going,” he says, voice even as he glances down at the resident’s work. she doesn’t need him here, really. she was one of the best residents on the floor— next to you, of course.

speaking of you— where were you? even if you’d been sleeping during dana’s slew of calls, he’d figure you’d have cracked an eye open by now. you always complained you tossed and turned at night (he had offered to remedy that in various ways.)

“done,” mohan exhales with a grin as jack’s fingers find the patients carotid, pressing for a pulse. it’s stronger than it was before mohan went to work.

“sound work,” he says, nodding down at her. her grin widens as she straightens up.

“great teacher.”

jack chuckles as he waves dr. walsh over. samira starts to walk away, but before he can even register what he’s doing, he’s got a light grip on her forearm. she glances over at him, obviously confused, head cocked to the side as chaos continues around them.

“check on robby, yeah? make sure that’s not jake he’s got.”

samira nods and leaves his grasp, weaving through gurneys and wheelchairs to reach the other attending.

“got one for me?” walsh has finally made her way over, her eyes assessing the stabilizing patient before her.

“yeah, this one’s good for upstairs,” he responds, eyes glancing once again to robby before santos starts yelling for an attending.

“better go see what she wants before she kills someone,” walsh says, smug grin adorning her lips as she grabs the gurney’s handles. “garcia says that one’s trouble.”

“yeah, yeah. don’t you have someone to cut into?”

“oh my god!”

even with all the clamor in the room, samira’s gasp cuts over the noise loud and clear. abbot’s head shoots up, watching as the resident’s hands fly over her mouth. dana hurries over, a hand landing on the young woman’s shoulder as she pulls her to the side.

“dr. abbot, we need you over at the yellows—” santos is saying as she catches her breath in front of him, her eyes flitting from the scene across the room and back to the attending beside her.

“abbot!” shen calls as he pushes a gurney through the bay doors “got another red!”

“are they dying, santos?” he asks, already starting towards shen.

“well, not actively—”

“get someone else.”

he hears her faint huff behind him, but it’s forgotten as soon as he gets his eyes on his next patient.

across the room, robby is sweating.

it’s awful, profuse, and he feels like he can’t catch his breath. there’s a ringing in his ears.

he’s never experienced drowning, but he imagines it feels a lot like this.

“c’mon,” he mutters, his eyes watching your face, searching for a sign that you were coming back.

your eyes were closed. your skin was pale from blood loss.

your heart had stopped beating.

“robby,” dana says, her voice as soft as it can be as she rests a hand on his shoulder.

“no,” he says, and he doesn’t need to say anything else. he’s tired. his body aches from the past twelve hours, but he can’t stop. this is you. he cannot stop.

somewhere in his brain, he realizes that this is not working. he’s been doing cpr since he lost your pulse, and it is not working. the tube shoved down your throat is helping you breathe. blood is still trickling from your gunshot wound.

your heart is still not beating.

this is not working.

samira is crying quietly behind him. princess has tears on her cheeks from where she stands beside your head, squeezing the bag attached to your intubation tube.

he can’t stop. one, two, three, four. one, two, three, four. up, down. up, down.

he presses down so hard he cracks your ribs. he cannot breathe. he can’t think. he can’t, he can’t—

“way past trauma protocol over there, brother.”

everything comes crashing down around him at the sound of jack’s voice carrying across the room.

he wants to laugh, because doesn’t jack know who he’s working on?

would he still be saying that if he was looking down at your pale face, your bloodstained skin?

robby ignores him. shakes his head as if shaking off the words. he can’t be done with this, he can’t give up on you. he can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

“we use blood on the ones that are gonna make it.”

jack again. robby wants to scream and laugh and cry. he’s turning hysterical, he knows it. this fucking day.

adamson. jake. abbot. you.

he can’t catch a goddamn break and it’s all weighing on him, and he’s about to lose his best friend and his best student and—

a hand on his shoulder. a firm hold, squeezing his skin so hard it almost hurts.

“robby,” it’s dana again. “you gotta let her go.”

he can hear the crack in the steely charge nurse’s tone, and that’s what really breaks him.

“fuck,” he breathes, and tears are clouding his vision. “fuck.”

dana’s hands land on top of his still moving ones. the ones that are physically beating the heart that lies dormant in your chest. she digs her nails into his skin, and that breaks him from his trance, and he finally stops.

someone sobs nearby. he doesn’t look up to see who.

he announces time of death. marks it on the card tied to your wrist.

princess removes the bag from your tube. dana pulls a blanket over your body, tucking it over your head as carefully as she can.

without a word, she and robby wheel you toward the makeshift morgue. you do not deserve to join the other bodies in there. you do not deserve to die.

dana leaves the room before him, and as soon as the door shuts behind her, he sinks to the ground.

“shit,” he cries, shaking hands reaching up to cover his eyes before scrubbing over his face. his trauma gown is covered in blood— some of it yours— and he tears at the thing as he sobs.

“fuck, fuck,” he can’t breathe. adamson, you. langdon and his drugs. jack and his trust. everything, all of it, is overwhelming. a wave too big to jump over or swim under. a current so strong it’s pulling him out to sea before he even knows he’s in the water.

“dr. robby?”

he can’t. his eyes are clenched shut, his hands grasping the chain around his neck. he mutters a prayer his grandmother taught him when he was a kid.

“dr. robby,” the voice calls again, and robby recoils as a hand grazes his shoulder, his eyes shooting open as he pushes the offender away.

whitaker looks distraught, a frown forming on his lips as he stands over the older man.

“we need you out there,” the intern says, his words firm. “you gotta get up.”

and robby wants to smack the kid, but as he finally starts to take deep breaths again. whitaker holds out a hand. robby (after a moment of contemplation) takes it.

and then he promptly shoves whitaker away as soon as he’s on his feet.

the intern nods, and without another word, leaves the room.

robby takes a breath, then another. he reaches for the door handle, but stops just short of turning it. he turns, his eyes landing on your gurney and the sheet hiding your body.

“im sorry,” he says. it is such a guttural and profound feeling, this sadness that overtakes him as he says those words.

but the ED needs him.

so he steps back into the chaos.

[loverwrites]

dreamless sleep

pairing: dr. michael 'robby' robinavitch x reader

warnings: somnophilia, facials, oral (m), smut 18+

wet sounds of robby jerking his cock fill the room.

despite the lewd noises, they aren't loud enough to wake you, not even when your head sits comfortably on his lap.

part of the fun is trying not to wake you, and it drives robby crazy.

bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he's doing anything to help stifle his groans.

he doesn't know how it started. all he knows is the ache in his cock overpowered the admiration he felt as he watched you sleep.

the hand that was strictly supposed to keep to himself found itself working to part your lips. moving in slow-motion, robby's fingers slip inside your drooling mouth.

his touch is feather-like when he collects the spit that pools in your mouth and turns heavy when he spreads it on the head of his cock - making everything so much wetter.

hooking his fingers on your lower teeth, he further parts your lips before his guide his cock into your mouth.

he can't help the hiss that falls past his lips when you teeth graze the sensitive part of his cock. he can't help but thrust his cock just a bit further when your brows twitch.

eyes that mimicked your closed ones blink open and stare at the bulge in your cheek.

"gonna fuckin kill me," he groans.

the vein on his cock throbs when your drool wets his cock, and his heart skips a beat when you moan in your sleep.

"mmm."

the vibrations send a shiver down up his spine and he's quickly pulling out of your mouth - since the last time he finished in your mouth you woke up with a coughing fit.

robby's dick is coated in spit and precome, but he doesn't care cause it makes his hand glide faster up and down his cock.

it's messy but he likes it. he likes the way it decorates his hand and the way it's about to decorate your face.

it's harder to contain his groans, especially when your sleepy moans reach his ears and you dangerously walk the line between consciousness.

thighs that act as your pillow flex repeatedly as he gets closer to his orgasm and shake your head awake.

"gonna come-"

"w-what?"

fuck, maybe it's the tone of your voice, the way it's so thick with sleep. or maybe it's the way your eyes struggle to stay open when you look up at him from his lap.

"open up for me, sweetheart."

your tongue sticks out before you can even fully process his words, but it's just in time.

robby's chest is heaving as he groans out your name. his hand freezes, still wrapped about the base of his cock, when he comes.

endless ropes of come land on your face, some on your cheek, over your lashes, but mostly on your tongue.

your tastebuds recognize the taste and your body works on tasting more. you swallow what lands on your tongue, and swipe your tongue over your lips, desperate to taste the warmth that glossed your lips.

"hungry for it?" he receives no answer, not when you sigh softly and close your eyes to welcome sleep once more.

when robby's groans die down, he lets go of his cock, that's still hard-hard. the heavy weight sits on your cheek, but you're already tuckered out.

it isn't long before you're pulled into a dreamless sleep and robby's pushing the tip of his sensitive cock passed your parted lips.

his cock is hit with the aftershocks of his orgasm when your lips wrap around his cock. it takes a second before he can overcome the overwhelmingly warm feeling, but soon he's content and stress-free.

he lets his eyes close and allows for sleep to take him.

[majestically-w]

This day is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i can’t even put it in words, i went to the cardiology department to attend a rotation and i didn’t expect to see a cardiologist looking like the exact twin of dr robby, i didn’t have breakfast so i had to do a double take, but guys he looked like him like his freaking brother, same nose, same hair line, almost the same glasses and eyes, and he was definitely firing questions at us the minute we step it in he was like “ tell me the causes of xyz “ like dude we were looking for this department for almost 15 minutes and he was already handing out nicknames, he was bemused by me for holding my bag close, he was constantly asking jokingly what is in my bag and to get answers from there for his questions ( answered a few of his questions so i didn’t make a total fool of myself 🤡) , like that’s one of the strangest encounters of this sem so far and i was glad i was in a good mood today otherwise i don’t know how i would have handled that. Later on i told my best friend that he looked exactly like dr robby and when i showed her dr robby she was like “yeah but dr robby is the more handsome version “ and it was 100% the truth

[theatrekidenergy]

I love The Pitt. Like what do you mean I could be drawing three entirely different characters right now.

Brother I’m not even sure who I’m drawing atp.

[majestically-w]

I love them

Heather & Robby The Pitt, S01E03

[whentheresidentsareevil]

midnight train

Of all the things to happen in Pittsburgh, this was not something Robby had been planning on or expecting at all. What the hell was this world coming to? OR Langdon is caught in a hostage situation while on the train to work. Afterwards, he has to deal with the physical and mental ramifications.

Here is my weird fic I decided to write instead of working on chapter 3 of do no harm. Oh well. It is pretty different from my other fics in that it will get more gorey, more intense. But hey, I had a single scene in my head and now I have to do whatever it takes to get to that scene and here we are.