#trans michael robinavitch

[lassie-farce]

hc robby is gay or bi (if the former i assume the breakup with jake's mom was bc she helped him realise that, no hard feelings, remained good friends).

alas first time he tried his hand at a serious relationship with a man, was right before the covid-19 pandemic. then, the hospital was swarmed and brian, the oc boyfriend was pissed. robby was now spending most days at the hospital, esp after becoming interim chief of er after adamson went on bipap and later - ecmo.

so when he dropped robby off at work for yet another god knows how long shift, he asked robby if he'll be back at a normal hour - which, how should robby know? his mentor is dying and his bf is yelling at him and brian slaps robby right there in the staff parking lot.

and then brian is yelling, saying robby's probably whoring himself out to the nurses, spreading his legs to anyone who'll ask (i hc robby as trans, you don't have to)

so robby breaks it off right there and then - he's too tired for this. brian storms off, mutterring "that's what i get for not dating a real man"

that hurt more that the other stuff even though robby logically knew the guy was just pushing all his buttons, seeing what'll stick. what'll hurt the most.

god, he found it.

robby knows dana and princess saw but he's too tired for that.

he know he just got outed, but he's too tired for that too.

so he clocks in, shoots dana and princess a "don't ask" look - and gets to work.

which is why he hasn't really dated anyone since, and with developing depression he didn't have the mental capacity to.

and maybe, perhaps, after a night of stupid decisions that weren't quite so stupid, wakes up entangled in jack abbott's arms?

[cbartonscoffee]

trans!robby who figures it out during his second year of med school but has a really hard time finding a name that suits him and doesn't want to be constantly telling classmates and professors new names.

robby who ends up crying curled up in jack's chest late one night after a draining afternoon working on a group project where everyone kept calling him by the wrong name. and he knows they don't know, and he knows it's his fault, and he knows he doesn't really have a name right now, but it's hard and it hurts and he wants it to stop.

jack whose heart breaks while he holds robby together. so he thinks and he thinks and he thinks. and he comes up with robby, because it's easy, it holds no connection to his deadname, it requires little justification and he can keep using it long after he settles on his new name.

jack who comes with him to get a new haircut the next morning.

jack who has a hand on his shoulder while he tells their friends.

jack who goes with robby to talk to all his professors and help explain.

jack who calls him robby every chance he gets and encourages everyone else to do the same.

jack who helps him try out new names and is always coming up with new ideas.

jack who starts using mike and robby interchangeably when robby finally settles on his name because robby says both are him.

[creativebutlazy]

Trans!Robby ramblings

Robby wears a binder during med school. Jack is the only one who knows he is trans, he has been on T for a long time and passes seemlessly. He lives in stealth but hasn't been able to access surgery yet.

Robby won't let Jack see his bare chest from the front. Sometimes, without a binder, he'll let Jack wrap his arms around him from behind and hold him close. He sleeps with a t-shirt on, always, and hates the feeling of being the big spoon.

Jack takes care of Robby after his top sugery finally happens.

Robby wakes up from anaesthesia and something in his body clicks. Like finding the final piece to a puzzle that's been unfinished for 20 years. Still only semi-conscious, Robby can feel tears falling down his cheeks.

The nurses hold his hands as they wheel him back to his room. Jack meets him there, at his bedside in a flash, wiping Robby’s tears with his sleeve. He's never seen Robby look so young. His Robby, usually so tense, eyebrows creased, and shoulders hunched, now looks at Jack with eyes wide, a mixture of relief and hope pooling in the tears that fall gently. He reaches out a hand and grasps Jack's fingers. Still floating a little above happy and a little below delirious, he drags his other hand across his chest. Robby can feel the post-op binder tightly wrapped, but differently to the binders he is used to wearing. Underneath, he can feel it clearly - his flat chest.

Something between a sob and a smile breaks out of him. His grip on Jack's hand tightens and he breathes out his partner's name.

"I know, Robby. I see it." said in an awestruck whisper, not at the surgery or the flat chest but at the overwhelming sense of relief that emanates from Robby and fills the room.

"Jack..." like he still can't believe this is real, begging for confirmation from someone, the only one, he trusts implicitly. 

Robby's hand releases Jack's as he falls back under, exhaustion taking over. Jack pulls his chair across the room to sit by the bedside. He runs a hand gently through Robby's hair and settles in to pass the time by simply admiring his sweet love.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66865570

[idreadthenight]

hmmm wip help?

anyone wanna chat with me about where to go next in a Rabbot wip? it has trans Robby, I'm not sure whether to take it to explicit town or not 👀

[lassie-farce]

dw they're getting plenty of each other's loads in the on call room

I’m losing my MIND

[writing-mlm]

DR ROBBY FLUFF W A SWAGGY TBOY READER ,,, PLs ?! (im not sure if ur down w tboy but just straight up male reader is also good too!!! ))

Six more weeks

Summary: You’re set to work again but a certain bee issue adds to your medical leave— according to Dr Robby. You have a different opinion. Pairing: Dr. Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Transmale!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Warnings/Tags: medical terms that I probably got wrong, reader gets hurt but not majorly, s1 spoilers, sexual talks, old man yaoi, I wrote this in one night, not explicitly said to be trans but reader is coming off of medical leave after having top surgery A/N: trans!readers are always welcome, fork found in kitchen fr

You hate bees, you hate the way they buzz around, and how your skin gets prickly when they’re around. There’s just something about bees that you can’t bring yourself to like— but it’s still save the motherfucking bees. 

It’s nearly the last day of your medical leave, you still haven’t been cleared by your doctor to lift items above your head or carry anything heavy… but you don’t know any cruelty free Pittsburg Bee removers and Google said it was safe to remove them if you found the queen and moved her to a different spot. Preferably off of the parking lot's ceiling. 

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, after criticizing Google disciples at work just to become one, as you prop up a step stool so you could reach the panel the bees had made into their hive. Leave it to the experts, that’s your motto, and yet, the irony wasn’t beyond you as you crashed down and fell on your arm. 

Your neighbors, two elderly women on their morning walk, happen to walk by at the same time as the crash. Hearing the unmistakable sound of your shoulder dislocating, followed by the painful sound of skull meeting concrete, they rush to call 911. You know the older one, Gale, is no stranger to their number. It’s the reason why she loves having you as her neighbor, you’re a built-in hospital. 

With minimal pushback, you’re put in the back of the ambulance thirty minutes later. 

Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center isn’t your first option for a hospital to take care of you, but the EMT is worried you’ve gotten a concussion or fractured some bone, so you’re sent there. You know better than to argue with them and let yourself get wheeled inside. 

Closing your eyes as you pass by the sliding doors, you can already see the nurses snickering at the sight of you. 

“Male, thirty-seven, fell off of a ladder and dislocated his shoulder and hit his head. He was bleeding, but it stopped,” The EMT says as you’re greeted by Collin’s and some new kids. This is one hell of a first impression. 

“If you wanted to come back to work so soon, you could’ve just called.” Langdon muses as he joins Collin’s side, he’s not missing the chance to mess with you, and you’re so going to give him horrible shifts once this is over. 

“Shut up,” You whine, swatting his hand away. “You’re gonna get a negative patient review.” He replies with a dry laugh.

“Hopefully, I’ll get a good one?” Smiling, you turn your head to look at Robby as he walks over, putting a pair of gloves on. 

“Oh, baby, you’ll get all five stars. Wouldn’t recommend you to anyone else though,” You wink and he shakes his head, helping the residents park the gurney. “Imma need you all to myself.”

“Ignore them,” Collins warns the residents as she’s walking away. “He’s going to flirt Robby’s head off before you can take his blood.”

“And I really don’t need my blood drawn,” You tell them. “Minor fall, glenohumeral joint dislocation— posterior dislocation at that. I scratched my head on the concrete, disinfected it in the ambulance, and it hardly touched my dermis. I’m not—“

“So, this is Doctor (Y/n) (L/n),” Robby cuts you off with a pointed look as he touches your shoulder. You wince and jerk away, eyeing him. “He’s another attending that you’ll follow. You were supposed to meet him tomorrow, but I guess this is fine too. This is Whitaker MS4, Santos R2, and Javadi MS3.” Each one of them waves as their names are said.

“Nice to meet you guys,” You grin at them. “I’ll just pop my shoulder into place and see you guys tomorrow. Open up a bed, the Pitt is already crowded.” Sitting up, you’re pushed back down, and Robby has Whitaker put a cuff on your good arm. 

“Don’t let Gloria hear you say that,” He sings before turning to the resident and interns. “He’s a prime example of why doctors are our worst patients. Start the questioning and then head up to get CT, I bumped you to next in line. I’ll be back to help you put the shoulder back in place. Do not let him do it himself,” He pushes the door open and walks a step out before looking back inside. “And someone needs to keep an eye on him. He’s sneaky,”

“You’re acting like I’m a criminal!” You shout after him. Dropping your head back down to the pillow, you watch Javadi as she stumbles over the required questions. “Ugh, you guys are adorable. Giving me palpitations— not literally,” You quickly say when Whitaker goes to note that in your chart. 

—

“Who do you think is the top?” Santos grins as she and Whitaker watch Robby head back into your room for the third time in an hour. She’s helping him with his nail after it got flattened by one of the elderly patients. 

“The what?” He blinks over from the TV, showing the patients to her. She groans as she grabs a needle. 

“Y’know, the top? The one who puts it in the other,” She whispers and gives him a look when she’s still confused. “With Dr. Robby and Dr. (L/n)?” 

“Oh,” He looks over at your room and inhales. “I uh… should we be discussing this about our bosses?” He whispers, eyes darting around the room as if someone was going to talk up to them and fire them. That would be humiliating, though. Fired on day one. 

“You’re so boring, Huckleberry,” She stabs his nail with enough force to scare him, but not enough that she would go past the nail bed. “I think it’s Dr. (L/n),”

“Really?” McKay props her elbows up on the counter, startling the two of them. “I always thought it was Robby. You should’ve seen them when (L/n) had to leave for his surgery. He was a wreck.” Santos chuckles and shakes her head, looking back at the room. The curtain is still open, so they can see Robby laughing as you continue to flirt with him. He pushes your head before turning around, catching their eyes almost immediately. The three quickly turn around, sharing startled glances. 

“Busted,” Princess giggles into her coffee cup. 

—

“Mhmm, and were you cleared to be lifting your arms that high?” Robby asks as he has you sit forward. Your shirt is off, and his fingers are gently finding the bone and the socket. You mess with your borrowed pajamas, he’s yet to comment on, holding back the urge to shrug. 

“I took my professional opinion and cleared myself,” You offer up. Robby takes a step back to give you a disapproving look, and you chuckle. Looking at Mel, you see her eyes keep dipping towards your scars. They’re freshly healed, so they look a little raw. Not to mention, these bright lights are not working wonders on you. 

“And why don’t we do that, Dr. King?” He steps back, placing one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on your back. She goes to answer, but you shake your head, letting her know it was a rhetorical question.

“You can’t, I ca— mother fucker!” You shout as he pushes your arm back into place. He chuckles as you glare up at him. “I’m gonna need a kiss to make it feel better.” Pursing your lips, you gasp as he pushes your face away. 

“That’s highly inappropriate, you’re my patient.” He shakes his head before looking at the embarrassed Mel. “Why don’t you check to see if Langdon needs help?” She nods and quickly leaves, gently shutting the door behind her. Robby looks down at you and quickly leans down. 

With your good arm, you hold his face and trace his beard as he kisses you. It’s a short one, he’s still at work, and it’s nearly that time when there’s a small rush of nursing home patients getting sent in. 

“And I trust that you do know the proper care for your shoulder?” He asks as he pulls away, slowly opening his eyes. They flicker between your lips and your eyes as you nod, still chasing his lips. 

“No strenuous activity, no exercises like pull-ups, rows, or arm raises, no lifting heavy objects— basically what I've been doing for the past six weeks already.”

“Yup,” He nods, removing his gloves. “Now add another six weeks because you didn’t want to call a professional.” Carefully, he helps you put your arm into a navy blue sling. 

“I am a professional,” Leaning up, you move your legs off of the bed. “Have I ever told you that you look hot with those glasses?”

“You’re a medical professional, not a beekeeper. And stay seated. We’re still waiting on your CTs.” He pushes you down. “And you have.”

“So, I should wait in the waiting area?” You offer, pointing your thumb behind you. 

“You kidding me?” He laughs, crossing his arms. “You’ll just leave, no, your ass is staying parked in that bed—“

“It could be parked on your—“

“Dr. Robby?” Mohan enters the room before you can finish. “Oh, hello, Dr. (L/n),” She smiles. Of course, she heard you were here, but it hadn’t clicked that Robby is breaking his rule of keeping his talks with patients to a minimum for you. 

“Hi, Dr. Mohan. Tell Robby I should be free to go,” 

“I…uh…” Her eyes quickly dart to Robby, who shakes his head, his arms still crossed. “You’re needed, Otis is crashing.” He leaves, and you whistle as he walks away. 

“Love watching you leave!” You call, smiling as the chorus of laughter fills the area. 

“He should file a complaint against you,” Langdon laughs as he walks past your room. 

“You’re gonna be on bedpan duty when I get back, Langdon!” You shout, and he groans while the others laugh again.

—

“Alright, you’re cleared to go,” Robby explains, pulling up a seat next to you. “Fill out your discharge paperwork and go home.” Taking the clipboard and pen, you make it a point to pretend it’s a strenuous task with exaggerated groans and dropping your arm to the side. 

“If only there was a sexy, amazing, wonderful doctor who could help me fill out my discharge paperwork.” You sigh, dramatically turning your head away from him. Hearing him inhale, you flip over and watch as he leans in closer and holds the clipboard for you. 

“You’re ridiculous,” He mutters, looking over at you. Glancing at him, you lean in for a quick kiss on his beard before finishing up. He checks over the paperwork before nodding. Silently, he is thankful that you’re here. It’s been a… not so great shift. 

“I’m the most serious doctor here, just ask Abbott.” Standing up, you grab your shirt and then look at him. “Doc, I need help putting my shirt on.” He laughs and stands up, grabbing the fabric from your hands, and turns you to face him. “I think you’re right, I gotta me extra careful,” 

“I’m always right,” He nods, slipping your bad arm into your shirt before putting the rest of it on you. Turning around, he taps your butt to hurry you along. 

“Squeeze it next time, Mich. Imma leave through the ambulance bay,”

“I’ll see you out,” He offers, and you nod, the two of you walking in tandem. 

“Hope you’re better at security,” Dana tells the security guard as she’s having a smoke break. 

“Hey, now you’re just being mean,” 

“You realize that this is the second person to accuse you of that today,” Robby tells her. “You starting to see a pattern?”

“No. But I am starting to see why Gloria’s unhappy with your patient-satisfaction scores.” Sitting on the edge of the plants, you watch the two of them as they talk. You’ve been acutely aware that things have been going on throughout the day, but you notice the black eye on her and realize she’s gotten punched. You’d assumed she got spit on, maybe peed, but, yeah, you’d need a smoke break too. 

Their phones start buzzing at the same time— never a good sign, so you lean forward. 

“Code triage. Multiple GSWs. There’s an active shooter at Pittfest.” Dana relays. 

“Jake and his girlfriend are there,” 

Standing up, they head back inside with Robby telling you to go home. Once they’re inside, you follow and grab ahold of Donnie. She helps you change into your scrubs, and you grab a stethoscope and wash your hands before heading back to the main area.  

“Except the worst,” He tells McKay as you head back out. He looks over the group before his eyes land on you. “No, absolutely not, go home.” He demands. 

“No, we’re already understaffed.” Shaking your head, he sharply inhales. “I won’t lift my arm, and I’ll keep to stable patients.”

“Fine—fine,” Shaking his head, Robby explains protocol before he pulls you to the side. 

“Baby, I’m fine.” You quickly say. 

“Your shoulder was just dislocated. Your pain meds are about to wear off. This isn’t the place for you to be.” 

“Langdon is gone, Collin’s is gone. I’m taking at least five patients off of everyone’s hands. That’s leaving room for more urgent people. I am staying,” Grabbing your face, he inhales before kissing your forehead. “Thank you, Michael.”

“I want you on Primary Triage and then non-critical.”

“Okay, I can do that.” You nod. 

“I know you can. Let’s go.”

[xwilltruman]

jackrobby as grindr messages because @carmenlikeme made me think about it

+ bonus father&son grindr convo

[enbyscript]

6 or 8 from the prompt lists with dr robby !! whichever you like more!

oooooOOOOO ok ok ok heres what im workin with. let me know if you prefer these getting straight to the point or if the background/scene setting is important

sorry it took so long, saturdays r my napping days so i spend most of it unconscious lmao

you weren’t that inebriated, pleasantly tipsy after a night out with colleagues at the bar by the hospital. the alcohol warmed your belly and made your fingers tingle. but that heat started to pool lower than you expected, having spent a good 30 minutes squirming in your seat as santos and ellis talked loudly, everyone else more amused by the spectacle than whatever was going on with you.

from across the bar your eyes were trained on robby, leaning against the bar top with abbot talking his ear off. he looked so fucking good out of his scrubs, a dark green buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, forearms thick with dark hair just out for anyone to ogle. the more you stared the worse your squirming got, discharge seeping into your boxers as you imagines those forearms littered with bite marks and wrapped around your throat.

robby’s eyes finally met yours, warm dark brown that made your blood feel like molasses in your veins. he was too aware, recognition on his face as he took in what could only look like discomfort. he raised his eyebrows, then his eyes flit to the back of the bar where you knew the gender neutral restroom was. a single restroom with a lock on the door. thank whatever higher being there was that robby was able to read you like a book, and had an empathetic streak.

you gave one swift nod, everyone at your booth still paying you no real mind. you excused yourself to the restroom and tried to walk slowly, despite the anticipation roaring blood in your ears. didn’t want to make it too obvious. after you shut the door behind you and leaned your back against the adjacent wall you waited, tapping your foot impatiently against the sticky floor.

thirty seconds passed by before a single knock hit the door and robby’s imposing figure slipped into the restroom, nimble fingers locking the door behind him.

his cheeks were pink, so you knew he wasn’t past the point of no return. his eyes were dark as he crowded you against the wall, hands heavy on your waist.

“what’s the matter, bub? lookin’ a lil antsy there,” his fingers began to trail under the fabric of your shirt, rubbing soothing circles into your heated flesh.

“s’too warm, robby,” you mumbled, nosing at the underside of his jaw. “can i have you now? please?” you let your tongue trail along his neck, a shudder running down the older man’s spine as you reacquainted yourself with his taste. the salty flavor of his skin making your core clench down on nothing, eager to feel him properly.

robby groaned, grinding his hardening cock into your hip. he let you mouth at his throat, wet open mouthed kisses trailing their way towards his lips. your lips met like a wave meeting the beach, an inevitable meeting of two forces of nature. robby’s fingers made work to undo your pants, bringing the fabric and your boxers halfway down your hips for easy access.

he gasped into your mouth a upon feeling how wet you were between your legs, your hips grinding down at the light pressure his fingers provided you, rubbing circles around your aching clit.

“oh my poor baby, i gotchu. gonna make it right, okay?”

robby guided you to the sink, bracing your hands on the edge and bending you over gently at the waist, one hand rubbing against your spine soothingly as his other released his member from his jeans. he’d been leaking pre since he recognized the pained arousal on your face in the busy bar, aching for something to touch you. for him to touch you.

he jerked himself languidly, wetting his member with the discharge from his tip and rubbing against your lips to collect your wetness. you whined, grinding back against his cock impatiently. “y’feel so good, robby.”

robby notched himself at your hole, hips pulling back and forth as he gently eased himself in. fuck you were so warm, his hands trembled as he wrapped one forearm around your shoulders, rubbing his furred cheek against the side of your head. “just a quick one baby, then we’ll get outta here. i’ll get you home,” he growled into your ear as he finally bottomed out, other hand coming up quickly to cover your mouth as a wail nearly ripped out of you at finally being full.

“gotta be quiet, can’t let everyone know how good ‘m treatin’ you,” your thighs trembled at the brutal pace robby set, his jeans rubbing the backs of your thighs raw from the material. you held onto his forearm, keeping you close with his front heavy against your back. he shifted his stance and rammed into you, the new angle making you cry into his palm as you leaned against the sink.

“there’s my guy, you’re almost there, bub. i’ve got you,” robby nestled his cheek against your own. he fucked into you harder, slamming into your sopping center. by the way you clenched and fluttered around him it was evident you were at the precipice. he kept his pace, holding tight and whispering how good you were for him and how great you were doing. the praise sent pulses into your belly as you finally hurdled over the cliff of your impending finish.

robby followed suit, moaning against your ear as his hips stuttered, keeping his hips flush with yours so every single drop stayed inside. his hand dropped from your mouth, giving you perfect opportunity to press your lips against the forearm still holding you.

the two of you stayed like that for a moment, basking in the after glow momentarily before untangling yourselves. robby helped pull your boxers and pants back up, turning you around so he could fasten the buttoning and kiss your forehead affectionately.

“now, you’re not feelin’ too good, so i’m gonna take you home and make sure you rest. that’s the story, bub, try not too look to pleased with yourself,” you grinned, staring up at robby with as much affection as you could muster in a single look.

[fully-embracing-my-autopsy]

Happy Pride Month from Dr Michael Robinavitch aka Dr Frog (iykyk)

[cbartonscoffee]

jackrobby dms

[halfpsychic]

trying to have sex with dr robby but i have to take 5 minutes to pull off my sweaty binder first

[lassie-farce]

not respect, she's actually hitting on abbot and already figured out robby's a raging homosexual (now a burnt out homosexual but my point stands)

Myrna didn't have a quippy nickname for Jack Abbot. She just called him "Dr. Abbot". Meanwhile, Robby gets saddled with "Fruitcake" when she's feeling generous and "Cocksucker" when she's not. I wonder what Jack did to earn Myrna's respect to the point where she just calls him by his name.

[vernyhore]

insult to injury | the pitt fic [ao3]

[2,5k one shot, trans!Langdon, an alternative version of the locker room scene from 1x10]

"Open your locker." "You're gonna regret-" Robby’s hand slammed into the locker with a deafening bang, cutting him off. "Open your fucking locker or I will have security smash it open."

with special thanks to @helleboretea for coming up with this idea <3

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

turning my trans beam on dr. robby. aiming. and firing

[idreadthenight]

title: like antennas to heaven...

rating: explicit

tws: mentions of police violence, canon-typical medical stuff, grief, loss, death/dying, cancer

rabbot fanfic idea: after police violently ends a peaceful protest robby lands in er with a rubber bullet in his eye. he was a medic making sure no one got hurt during the protest but got shot anyway. jack’s on shift that night

[the-fall-of-hades]

Welcome One & All!

ALL DIVIDERS ARE MADE BY @cafekitsune!!

I'm 22 and my pronouns are he/him. I have a ton of names I go by actually: Aaron, Stone, Beloved (though not many call me that), and now Hades. So call me whatever you'd like.

I have several blogs so starting with my main, which is @the-whispers-of-death. And then I have my 911 sideblog @ravi-is-my-beloved. And then I have my COD x Reader sideblog @ghostsforghosts. So this is not my main blog but we keep trekking on.

Requests are open at this time, so feel free to request!

This is a male Reader blog and perhaps I might delve into gender neutral Reader but it's mostly going to be male Reader that you'll see. I do not write for female Readers simply because I'm writing because there are shit ton of female Readers. (Which is understandable so I'm creating the content that I want aka male Reader stuff.)

I do write smut (though since I'm new to this fandom, it might take me a while to write for that as I'm still getting to know the characters). Mostly though, I like fluff.

As for what I will write/won't write, I will write for most things except for rape play, incest, dub-con/non-con, just generally the characters being absolute worst people.

Oh, also, important thing to note: I am comfortable writing for cis male Readers or trans male Readers.

For the romance stuff, I will only write for the male characters (I'm living vicariously through Reader) but platonically, I will write for literally any of the characters in the show.

Bonding (Jack Abbot x GN!Reader)

Helping Hand (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x GN!Reader)

Good Boy (Jack Abbot x Male!Reader, Suggestive)

Massages (John Shen x Male!Reader, Slightly Suggestive)

Shrouded in Darkness (Jack Abbot x Male!Reader)

Dancing (John Shen)

Mindless Tracing (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch)

Nothing to see at this time...

Nothing to see at this time...

#hades writes = my writing

#hades reblogs = pretty self-explanatory

#the tartarus = stuff that will be personal/stuff only for my followers to see

And that's it for now! This will be updated as I start writing/as needed.

But yeah, enjoy my blog!