#michael robinavitch x femreader

[supremehavok]

Indecent Proposal (two shot) | m.r

plot: Truly, there is never a right time for Robby to propose to you.

category: fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint muse: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch

c/w: Myrna is a warning in her own right, sexual language but no actual smut, bodily fluids (piss), mentions of death, mentions of a gunshot wound, fracture bone and all that comes with it (bone realignment, etc), inaccurate medical depictions (I’m not a doctor I just play one on tv), reader has feminine pronouns, no use of y/n

w/c: 1.3k

a/n: This is a two shot!! There will be a conclusion. I thought it was getting too long anyways and decided to split it up into two parts

“I’m not doing it today.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not the right time for it.”

“There’s never a right time for it. The morale in this place takes a nosedive every thirty minutes. We all leave our shifts crying at least once a week. What makes today so different?” Dana shrugged.

Robby rubbed the back of his neck. “Her car crash patient hemorrhaged a few minutes into surgery. He’s not gonna make it.”

“Poor kid,” Dana grimaced briefly.

“She notified his parents, and they really laid into her. We always tell everyone not to take it personally, but—”

“...but sometimes it’s hard not to,” Dana finished the sentence, the same line both she and Robby repeated to the younger nurses and doctors.

Even after sharing a moment of mutual understanding, Robby shook his head at the charge nurse. “She won’t want to entertain anything I’d have planned. It’s not happening tonight.” It was pretty much the end of the discussion at that point. Robby patted his hand down on the surface of Dana’s desk before excusing himself to a patient’s room.

For months now Robby has felt the conflicted pattern of emotions; he wanted to propose to you so badly, but he was so fixated on it being ‘the right time’ that anytime any minor inconvenience occurred, he’d tell himself it’s just not the right day and then say he’d do it tomorrow. The tomorrows had come and gone ever since he picked up the engagement ring from the jeweler. He knew he was being neurotic, but he couldn’t help it. At the end of the day, he wanted the moment he got down on one knee to be memorable. He wanted it to be special for you.

He decided that the day your patient died and their grieving parents chewed you out was not the perfect time.

Several days later, he was ready. Everything seemed perfect. The weather was nice, the Pitt was surprisingly docile, and it all felt so correct. It was going to be the perfect day until EMTs came bursting through the trauma bay with an unresponsive woman lying on a gurney. Once Langdon shouted out, “Can I get some help over here?’ you came running and ready to administer all the help you could. That is, until you took an unfortunate slip and fell right on your back in a puddle of a patient’s piss that Esme was just coming around to cleaning up. Other nurses had already made it to the gurney to assist Langdon, so you just allowed yourself to completely feel the dull aches in your spine all the way down to your tailbone. Feeling completely defeated as Mel came to your aid with an extended hand.

“I’m just gonna… I’m just going to go…,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. You put your hand out softly to Mel as she took a few steps towards you to help, but you felt too stunned and embarrassed to even look her fully in the eye as you walked back to the scrubs dispenser to get a new set and to wash yourself as best you could while hiding away in the bathroom for a few minutes. After he heard what had happened, Robby walked by the nurse’s station, glanced at Dana as he walked by, and said, “Nope.”

He decided that the day you slipped in piss and nearly broke your tailbone was not the perfect time.

Robby gave it time. He watched the days go by, went through a few more less than glamorous shifts with you, until he got that feeling again. Today was the day. The ring was practically burning a hole in his dresser drawer at home. He knew exactly how he’d do it: he’d invite you to come back to his house instead of walking you home like usual, he’d make a late night dinner and allow you both to unwind, after dinner he’d take you to the couch and recite the little speech he wrote months ago, and right then would be when he popped the question. It was simple, not much room for error—hopefully. It set Robby’s mind at ease that he could actually have worked his way up to this point. It felt surreal to think that in a few hours, you’d be wearing the ring, saying yes to being his wife, saying yes to sharing your life with him.

Then the incident happened, because of course it did. A patient came in complaining of intense pain in their abdomen. You and Whitaker took him to an available room, and just as you were both helping him onto the bed, another flare-up of intense cramps and aches occurred. The patient seemed to seize up and go limp from the pain, leaving Whitaker’s hand trapped under the dead weight of the patient’s back.

“Ah shit,” Whitaker winced, “I think I’m stuck.”

You immediately came to his aid, gripping his forearm to yank his hand free. There wasn’t much coordination established, just a sharp tug on your end that worked a little bit too well, as Whitaker’s hand was pulled free and his knuckles snapped back to nail you right in the nose. You fell down from the force of the med student’s hand striking your face; the stinging sensation of the injury and the taste of blood dripping into your mouth were all-consuming for a minute. You waved off Whitaker’s panicked apologies, getting up and calling out for Princess to take over in your absence.

A fractured nose. Deliciously painful and now a cosmetic reminder of friendly fire in the workplace. Truthfully, it wasn't as bad as it could’ve been. You weren’t in the market for a nose job, so having your nose realigned manually with no prognosis of needed surgery was a win in your very sad little book of the day. Later on that day, Robby found himself in front of Dana’s station, and she gave him that look.

“Absolutely not,” he said.

“She will be your girlfriend until she has to put you in a nursing home if you continue putting this off any longer than you already have.”

Robby pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He knew full well that Dana was right; he had been putting this off for way too long, and the longer he waited, the more impossible the task seemed. “I know, okay, I know. I just don’t think realigning the bone and cartilage of her nose sets the tone for the day I ask her to be my wife.”

“If you want my advice, fruitcake.” Myrna. The soft rattle of her arm moving against her handcuffs signalled her arrival before her voice even did. Her wheelchair creeping up on Robby’s left side, poking herself into the conversation in the usual fashion. “The way to get a woman to say yes to anything is to eat her pussy like it’s your last meal before death.”

Dana shut her eyes as if blocking her vision would keep herself composed. Her lips tightened, and she was barely holding in the impending shout of laughter. “You have to be real good at it though,” Myrna continued, no one stopping her. “I once slept with this man back in ‘86. Licked me like I was a frozen lamppost, so I waited ‘til he fell asleep and robbed his ass blind for wasting my time.”

“Alright, as always, it was great speaking to you, Myrna.” Robby turned around to take the handles of Myrna’s wheelchair and move her back to a different corner of the ER. He flagged down Donnie to take Myrna to get a sandwich from the cart—effectively getting away from her as he walked back to Dana.

“If all else fails,” was all Dana could muster as she finally allowed herself to laugh, covering her reddening face with the papers she had been reading. Robby shook his head, torn between feeling exasperated and amused. It was easier for him to just let out a long sigh from his nose and move onto something to capture his focus and allow him to put off confronting his anxieties. Supervising Santos stitching up a gnarly gunshot wound was as good of a distraction as any.

[thebitsandblurbs]

Marathon

Prompt: Analyst!FemReader x Jack Abbot x Michael "Robby" Robinavitch

Warning: None... Slow burn?

Author's Prompt: I literally told myself I was going to write every day, but as Finals Week goes, that didn't happen 😅. But yay, multi-pairing... well, not yet- but soon!

When the race started, he kept to your side for the first few miles. Though upbeat, it was clear that he was self-conscious of his peers. Rather than keeping his eyes forward, his focus darted from runner to runner.

As the amount of runners grew thinner with each passing minute, he soon left you in the dust which was fine.

Pacing was important- you knew this. By the first portion of the thon, it was just you, your playlist, and the sound of your breaths.

Towards the end, you noticed your friend staggering along before collapsing. He seemed disorientated. His legs struggled to carry him even a step forward. Other runners passed him with a glance and a look of pity, but did nothing.

Speeding up, you got to his side. Concern was plastered on your face as he used you as support. “Hey, man-“

“I can do it- I can do it.” He mumbled, more to himself than to you. His feet slipped against the burning concrete, arms pushing against you, threatening to throw off your balance. Shaking your head, you sighed.

He owes you for this.

“Alright, c’mon,” you murmured, slinging his arm across your shoulders and wrapping your other arm around his side. The height difference was substantial, making it somewhat of an awkward stance. Regardless, you made it work- you had to make it work. No way were you going to leave a thon uncompleted, or make this a bad experience for him.

A part of you felt that you should have gotten help, but at this point, you were locked in.

Commit. You have to commit.

Those words echoed over and over. Each step re-started the mantra.

The journey was slow, and people passed you by without so much as a second glance. The cheering of the crowd grew more intense the closer you got; but the closer you got, the heavier he felt. Honestly, if you had dropped him, he would be none the wiser.

On your second -or maybe third- adjustment, you felt his weight shift. Lighter surprisingly. Either that or you actually followed through with dropping him. But you didn’t-

Peering to your left, you could see another guy- probably the same height as your friend- had taken his other side. He gave you a nod, and together, all three of you passed through together. Frankly, he definitely took most of the weight. At this point, you felt more like an accessory than actual help.

Medics were there to take him from you as soon as you all passed that finish line.

You were exhausted enough from doing the race, but that extra burst had you beat. Hands on your hips, you bent forward as you try to catch your breath and clear the rapidly multiplying stars in your vision. The tell tale signs you were going to faint.

“You good?” The stranger asked, guiding you to a nearby chair.

“Yea, just tired.” You huffed, leaning into the back of the chair. “Thanks���”

It took a moment for you to catch your breath. By the time you opened your eyes, you find yourself peering into crystal blue eyes. He seemed somewhat concerned for your wellbeing.

Robby couldn't help but stare at you. Something about you just drew him closer. With Collins, it was a feeling that grew but with you- it was just there. He was concerned about you, there was no doubt about it.

And rightfully so, you were unnaturally pale and your breathing was still rather heavy. Drops of sweat dribbled down your face before being wiped away. Someone gave you a cool wash cloth, and God, was it appreciated.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll just sit with you for a few moments.” He said as he took a chair. His hand was out for you to shake by the time his back pressed against the seat backing. “Michael, but everyone calls me ‘Robby’.”

“Y/N,” you tell him, “Robby?”

“My last name is Robinavitch. ‘Robby’ sounds a lot friendlier.”

“Teacher?”

“Close enough, but doctor.”

“Oh.”

“You?”

“Analyst.”

He won't deny it, he was a little disappointed. Some fantasy in the back of his head imagined you showing up through the ER doors, claiming that it's your first day.

It was idle chatter for a while- shallow things anyone could find on a LinkedIn or FaceBook Profile. After about 15 minutes, you saw someone approach the two of you. It looked like he was also a participant, going by the number plastered on his chest.

“Robby, I got to the finish line- Jake said he saw you go into the Medic’s tent.”

“Yea, one of the runners had some trouble staying on his feet. Y/N and I helped him cross. Jack, this is Y/N. Y/N, Jack.”

Contrary to Robby, his companion was shorter. His hair was greying, but it suited him. Overall, he seemed serious. In fact, his eyes bore into your very being. His face said nothing, but his general energy was unnerving to say the least.

You couldn’t help but shrink away from the cold stare emitting from the man before you. You did, however, offer a small wave before turning your attention back to your friend. He seemed to be doing better, considering he was doing his best to flirt with the female medic.

After your friend was well enough to get back on his feet, he insisted on taking you all out for dinner. After some insistence, you went back to you apartment to get refreshed and changed.

That social battery you had, it was awfully low today. A part of you just wanted to get back in bed, but at the same time, you wanted to see him again.

Robby- he seemed like a nice fellow.

You were a tad late having walked from your apartment, but you had just caught up with them when they were getting seated by the waitress.

It was kind of a nice dinner. You had expected it to be an awkward one given you all had just met, but Alistar kept the conversation going. The topic transitions were smooth, segueing into the next interesting topic. In a way, you kind of envied him- out of the two of you, he was the more social one.

More than once, do you catch yourself ogling at them. When one or the other turn to meet your gaze, you look away almost immediately. Every now again, you sip the glass of water by your right.

By the end of dinner, you all had gotten to know each other rather well but not enough to call each other friends.

You stayed long enough to have another drink with Alistar before heading out.

Just about a block away you encountered the two men again, but they looked rather heated. Opting to stay out of it, you tried to sneak around them, intent on avoiding any eye contact or look in their general direction. Though you caught a glimpse of Jack's eyes as you passed, and as you have done in the past, you quickly look away.

As you left them behind, a part of you hopes that you would see them again.

Part 2:

[thebitsandblurbs]

Marathon - Part 2

Pairing: Analyst!FemReader x Michael Robinavitch x Jack Abbott

Warnings: Thyroid Cancer, One brief but about blood, Surgery (Mentioned), Age gap (implied)

Author’s Note: Finally! After a millennia, part 2! Not beta read. Part 1 here

The next time you saw Robby, it was at the hospital. You were on your way to Check-In when you bumped into each other- literally. He seemed surprised, but most certainly happy to see you. “Y/N, what- what’re you doing here? How have you been?”

“I’m doing alright - I’m checking in actually,” You tell him, gesturing to the Check-In room, “I’m having surgery today- a total thyroidectomy."

Well, it was either that or a partial thyroidecromy.

Honestly, who would've thought that you would get diagnosed with Papillary Thyroid Cancer, Stage 1.

Thankfully, you had caught it early. A light itch at the front of your throat led to the discovery of an abnormal lump towards the right side. After it didn't go away for like a month or so, your parents urged you to get checked out. So, you relented.

While not in the typical age bracket, your primary erred on the side of caution and had you referred to an endocrinologist. Several vials of blood and three pin pricks later, you were officially diagnosed. To say that you were shocked would be an overstatement. In fact, you laughed. An unfortunate coping mechanism in times of any level of stress.

Hell, after the appointment, you just decided to treat yourself to some Wendy's and an extended lunch break. After all, you did take flew time for the appointment... and you'll have to deal with your parents' concerns later. Might as well mentally prepare yourself for that.

When Robby found out about why you were there, he opted to stay with you. Your parents- while decent people- would've stressed you out more had you brought them. Alistair had promised to visit you after the surgery was finished.

The two of you talked for awhile, finding no shortage of subjects to chat about: how you came into your job, favorite movies, TV shows either you or he missed on. It could’ve gone on for hours had you not been pulled into Pre-Op. Robby came with you, of course, offering to watch your belongings until you came out of surgery.

Nurses murmured to each other as Robby held your hand on the surgery gurney. He held your hand all the way to the double doors. Slowly did his smile faded as he watched you disappear down into the hall.

Rubbing the back of his head, it was then did he knew that he had become completely infatuated with you.

Jack found Robby napping in the chair, his hand intertwined with your’s. You seemed unnaturally pale, dark circles lined the bottom of your eyes, lips chapped. There was a yellow emesis basin was nestled on your side. It was when your eyebrows furrowed and your chest heaved did he realize what it was for.

Thrusting the basin under your mouth, he helped you sit up as you threw up until the bin. Robby was up in an instant, rubbing your back as Jack fetched a small towel from the cabinets. The taller man gladly accepted the cool, wet towel, pressing it to your forehead as you finished vomiting into the bin. When you finished, Jack helped you back down, gently shushing you as you slipped back into your slumber.

The older man couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on you longer than normal. He could tell that Robby was already in it deep. Everything that you were, the qualities you retained- it was what Robby wanted. The two of them had agreed a while back that they would be open to partners, but both had to agree on that person.

However, Jack had trouble seeing himself with you. He didn’t click with you as well as Robby did. And frankly, he didn’t know you well enough to even try. With how fast Robby decided that you were it, Jack certainly had his doubts about you. What made you special?

“Well,” Jack glanced at Robby as he drew up the blanket to your chest, “you seem to be head over heels for her.”

Robby snorted, “No way.”

“Yes way.” The man countered. He paused, reluctant to say what was on his mind, but, “Robby, I love you but-“

“But what?”

“Man, you’re chasing a fantasy. What do you think she’s going to say when she finds out about us? And you want to include her in the mix? She has her whole life in front of her.”

“Jack,” Robby runs a hand over his tired face, the other resting on his hip, “you don’t even know her.”

“You don’t either!”

“But I want to,” Robby snapped, “I want to- I think she could be- she could be good… for us. I want a life for us, but there’s something missing. You know it, I know it.”

You mumbled something, causing the two men to freeze. Throat sore from the tube, neck throbbing from the fourth inch incision at the base, your stomach churned once more- an unfortunate side effect of the anesthesia. You heard bits and pieces of a conversation, but you weren’t lucid enough to make sense of it.

Jack shook his head, watching you go back to sleep, “Robby-“

“We can talk more about this at home.”

“Yea- fine, I’ll-uh- I’ll see you at home.”

When you woke, Robby had just walked in, still wearing clothes from the day before. Your voice was raspy, “Gee, you look more tired than me. What’s up with you?”

He chuckled, “Traded shifts with a friend. Figured you could use the company.”

“Really,” you wince as you sat up a little more, “me? I’m touched."

A moment passed between the two before you piped up again, "So why are you here though?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why're you here?" You iterated again, "Don't get me wrong- I'm flattered, but you and I are kind of acquaintances."

Robby was taken aback for a moment. He fumbled to find the right words, the ones that justified his reason for being here. But before he could speak, you spoke again, "You ever see Fraiser?"

"Yea, the one with Kelsey Grammer?"

"The very same," you cleared your throat, wincing at the soreness. The Tylenol they gave you earlier did absolutely nothing for the pain, "At the end of Season 4, beginning of Season 5, Fraiser hops on a plane to Mexico in the hopes of finding a woman. Any woman who so much as showed interest, he chased."

"I don't think I'm seeing an analogy here."

"Robby," you turn to him, "are you looking for something to fill or something to cultivate? I mean- I would like to get to know you more as a person. But if it stops short at friends with benefits, then I rather not- no offense! Not that I think you're thinking of me that way!"

"Yea, no- yea, I agree with that," he sighed, leaning back in the chair, "so... would you like to get some coffee some time?"

You smiled, "Yea, I think that'd be cool..."