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Reblogging my friend's lovely little fic on principle! And also because seriously Pitt fans it's good go read it

I’m just a girl, on my knees, asking for Dr. Robby x OC fic. I will be happy with anything but I would be even happier if you found a way to sneak the soulmate trope in there…👀

Please. Thank you. And I love you.

Hi angel!!! You sent this months ago and here I am with a (albiet short) Robby fic!! I am working on a soulmate trope that is taking longer than expected but I hope this lives up to your liking!!!

~HANDLE WITH CARE~ Micheal Robinavich

pairing: Dr. Robbyxnext door neighbor!fem!reader

wc:1.8k

tags: fluff, sickness, just you and robby beimg cute tbh

summary: When your next door neighbor has been sick of the last couple days you get concerned and come over to take care of him....only to end up staying

You’d be the first to admit you didn’t know much about Micheal. The two of you were acquaintances at best. You always smiled and waved when you’d catch him in the hallways, and he’d help you carry your groceries to your floor if you had a particularly large order. Micheal or “Robby” always carried a smile, even on the days he was tired. He worked at a local trauma center as an ER doctor which was a very grueling job.

The sneezing started two days ago.Micheal looked like death that day as you caught a glimpse of him climbing the stairs.

‘It’s just allergies I promise, but thank you for checking on me.’ Was his response to you knocking on his door with cold medicine in hand. It was not allergies. For two days you listened to Robby sneezing and now, coughing through the walls of your complex.

And while you wanted to check on him sooner, work and school had taken up the forefront of any free time in your schedule. You finally had enough when you could hear him hacking up a lung, almost gagging from the force. Gathering cold medicine and the supplies for your mothers “cold remedy” soup, you knocked on his door.

After a few minutes of groaning and shuffling, the door cracked open slightly. Robby was wrapped in a blanket and visibly sweating out whatever sickness had taken hold of him. The darkness under his eyes had noticeably darkened since you saw him last.

“Micheal.” You smiled softly. “You’re sick.”

“It’s just a cold.” Robby sniffled, offering a tired smile. You had half the mind to wipe that smile off his face, and you’d NEVER admit how it tugged at your heart ever so slightly.

“I came to make you soup, and give you medicine since you won’t do it yourself.”

Robby opened his mouth to protest, but you took it as an invitation to walk in. You kicked off your shoes and took in the room. His apartment looked like yours did when you’d first moved in. Sky blue walls and light grey furniture filled the living room, the only difference was your apartment had been meticulously decorated while he mostly kept pictures on the walls and a record player in the corner with a bookshelf.

An oak coffee table was littered in cough and allergy medicine and a thermometer. You placed the groceries on the kitchen island before grabbing the thermometer and walking to Micheal who was still standing by his open door.

“When was the last time you took this?” He stared at the thermometer as he shut the door to his apartment. He looked tired, shoulders slumped in a way that told you he hadn’t slept much since the coughing started. You clicked the button and watched as Micheal dipped his head to meet the thermometer in your hand, his mouth open slightly.

He was sick. And your neighbor you barely knew. So why did the sight make you…excited? You pulled your hand back as the thermometer beeped. 103°.

“You should be wearing PPE, a mask and gloves at least so you don’t get a cold!” Micheal fussed, unmoving in the doorway.

“You’re burning up! You need a bath and some soup.”

“You don’t have to-“ Robby started, but you quickly lifted a finger to his lips. He dumped the blanket around him onto the couch, trying to show he could take care of himself as he made a move for the cold medicine you’d brought. You shook your head, he needed to take a bath and eat first because the medicine was guaranteed to make him tired.

Taking his hand you walked to the bathroom and began to look through his cabinets. Being here felt like being home in a strange sense, you were meant to be here taking care of him. Robby just silently watched as you sat on the edge of the tub, hair pulled back, as you ran the water trying to get a lukewarm bath going.

Robby wouldn’t admit he’s had a bit of a crush on you since the day he caught you just before tumbling down the stairs. Your hands were full of art supplies and you’d missed a step. He could still feel the way you fit in his arms perfectly. In his own fever daydream state he hadn’t caught the concerned look you were giving with him not responding to your question.

“Micheal? Do you need me to help wash you?” You repeated warily. “I really don’t mind, I've done it before, and you look like a ghost.” You reached out, gently placing a hand around his wrist, the action alone had him burning.

Robby shook his head, slowly peeling the shirt from his sweat slicked skin. Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of his bare chest, glistening in the light of the bathroom. He chucked his sweatpants off before remembering you were still seated at the edge of the tub. His boxers just tight enough to showcase himself. Robby’s cheeks reddened as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god…I’m- I forgot you were-“

“It’s okay,” you smiled, cheeks equally burning. “I added some lavender to the bath to calm your muscles. You look like you’re about to break from the tension. Don't fall asleep, I’m going to make some soup then we’ll fill you up with some good cold medicine.” Robby nodded. You quickly left the bathroom, but stopped dead in your tracks hearing the groan that left his body as he dipped into the much needed bath.

He’s just your neighbor. You don’t even know him. Calm down.

You stood in his kitchen, boiled the vegetables in chicken broth and blended the mixture, remembering how your mom always served it over pastini. Robby emerged from the other side of the house in a fresh tee shirt and sweatpants. His skin tone had come back from its clammy shade and he looked refreshed.

“Sit. I have food!” Robby sat and devoured 3 bowls of the soup, thanking you profoundly after each one. “Now that you're full it’s time for cough medicine and bed.” You declared, Robby had quickly learned to not argue much. You poured out his needed dose and watched him shoot it back with minimal pestering.

“Ugh this tastes like shit!” He coughed, this time from the taste.

“Thats how you know it works.” You nodded, leading him to the couch. You put on some trash TV show to have as background noise. Robby tried and failed to stifle the cough that reared its ugly head from deep in his chest. It was the first cough you’d heard since you came, meaning Robby had probably been holding them back. Jumping up from the couch you grabbed a glass of water, lifting it to his lips as you sat by him.

“Easy there doctor, I thought you knew better than to keep an infection brewing in your chest,” You shot him an annoyed look as he smiled sheepishly. “I won’t be impressed if you die before the first date.”

That got him. Robby choked on the water he had swallowed, staring at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t hold back the belly laugh that escaped you, Robby's shocked expression shifted into a soft smile as he laid back against the couch.

“Oh Micheal you should’ve seen your face!” You grinned, wiping a tear from your eyes. “I thought you were going to keel over right there!” Taking Micheal in you noticed how the tension in his body was gone, he was still sick but he seemed more comfortable. “I meant it though, I want a date after this.” You grabbed the blanket Robby had discarded at the edge of the couch and draped it over him.

“Of course,” Robby nodded, “I have to show my appreciation for you being so sweet and taking care of me somehow.”

His earnest tone had the heat rising in your cheeks, you had simply come over to keep your friendly neighbor from dying and now you were laying next to him. On his couch. In his apartment. Sure you should’ve been worried about getting sick but Micheal was a doctor, he could care for you once he was better. You reached for the thermometer to take Robby's temperature again, and just as before he leaned down to meet your hand, his heated breath sending electricity up your skin. The tylenol in the cold medicine had broken Robby’s fever down to a lower grade. Robby yawned and found himself laying against you, you shifted to the end of the couch so you could pull his head down. Your hands found a home in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly as you watched The British Bake Off. A small groan of pleasure escaped Robby as his weight dropped onto you fully. You gave soft commentary about how someone should’ve poured their mousse earlier so it could set, or how another contender's ganache was too runny and you would never bake a souffle the way that one girl did! In all of your baking related ramble you hadn’t realized you’d lulled Robby to sleep. His soft snores still rumbled against your legs, you smiled softly at the sight.

This could become your day to day, being here with Robby, laying on the couch watching dumb TV while you did homework and planned out the week's adventures. You thought about how Robby would have to get sick more often so you could find purchase in his heart and his home. Despite his fever breaking it spiked again, the two of you spent the next four days parked on that very couch as his sickness started to fall over you. Those four days consisted of your left over homemade soup, store bought chicken noodle soup and takeout. Robby fussed over you to take a break from talking as your throat became more inflamed, but your TGBB commentary was unmatched.

He would draw a bath for you every day, with lavender oil, massaging the tension out of your shoulders once you were dressed. While the couch was good for naps, you had a hard time getting decent sleep. So of course Robby, being the caring doctor that he was, let you sleep in his bed. You were in a war between sweating and shivers at the head of your cold. Robby would hold you placing small kisses around your temples to ‘absorb the sickness so it leaves you alone.’ Even knowing Robby was getting better he still stayed glued to your side unless he had to leave when they absolutely needed an attending. You’d stumbled into the kitchen one afternoon for a glass of water when you spotted a sticky note by the coffee machine.

First date: Buy supplies to have a bake off?

On the off chance of knocking on your sick neighbors door, you’d come to find the person you wanted to love.

UGH this was such a fun little shorty, I'M WORKING ON A LONGER ROBBY FIC your girl has just been busy and facing a bit of burnout but I love yall I hope yall enjoy!!!!

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