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killmeleatherface · 3 months ago

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It Had To Be You Part 6

Dr Michael Robinavitch x F! Attending (OC)

This is part 6 to my ongoing series

Here’s the last part!

TW: fighting, medical setting, cheating, pretty tame, but let me know if there’s anything else.

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1 Year Later

You could honestly never get over Robby asking you what he did, even if he wasn’t in the right state of mind. He called and texted and when he deemed that not enough, he showed up at your apartment with flowers and every food craving you had mentioned to him. It was sweet. He tried, he begged. You guys talked it out, really talked it out. You tried to date, tried to forget about the past, but neither of you could really get it together and stay together. It became more of something both of you deemed a chore than a happy, loving relationship. Between your extensive work schedules, your pregnancy, feigning forgiveness, and trying to keep going as “normal”, there was no going back to how it was before that fateful day. If you were talking, you were fighting. If you weren’t fighting, you were kissing and sometimes more. You guys couldn’t stand each others guts most days, but you’d be willing to bet you’d be sharing a bed in the nights. No talking, no fighting, no awkwardness, just silence and ecstasy, where Michael took control of the best parts and brought it out of each other.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to be newlyweds savoring having the same last night and an impending new addition. You were supposed to be making the house you were going to buy into a home for your new family of three. You were supposed to be shopping for matching baby clothes and doing a maternity shoot. You were supposed to spend nights on the couch hazily watching TV while Michael would talk to your belly.

“Is this really how we’re doing it, Andi?” Robby asks, sitting at your dining table with a cup of hot tea. You’re sitting next to him, feet propped up on pillows to help counteract your swelling.

“I’m almost 9 months, Robby. We should talk about how we’re gonna split time with her.” You say.

“Split time sounds like we’re divorced parents. It’s ugly. I don’t get why we can’t keep going like we have been.” He looks up from his mug at you.

What Robby meant was him coming to your place after work or on his days off and bringing take out, or cooking a meal. Sometimes he’d come with loaded bags of groceries or some baby clothes he’d “just happen to see.” You guys had painted your baby’s nursery and put together most of the furniture. You’d just had a baby shower at the hospital and her dresser was full of pink and pastel clothing. You were very closely mimicking a normal, happy newlywed life. However, neither of you had a ring and neither of you could form a full conversation without an argument. You loved each other so deeply it was scary, but you couldn’t decide on which detergent to use to wash a baby’s clothes. You couldn’t decide how much time both of you would take off. It was expected you’d take off twelve weeks and Robby would take off six. The thing is - in his world that meant three weeks or less. You couldn’t decide if you’d get a nanny and he would get a different one or you would share, or if she would go to the hospital daycare. You’re sure you would’ve argued about every point of the nursery in your home if your mom hadn’t surprised you with a fully furnished nursery and an interior designer to “bring your new place to life” as the email with Angela Simon’s, of Simon’s Designs cc’d in said.

After that party, you had decided through many conversations that the stress of what was the status of you two wasn’t worth it and decided to be co parents. Co parents were two people who shared a child and shared time with said child, but live in separate houses and were not together. That had turned into coparents who sometimes slept in the same bed and sometimes woke up with one of the others lips on their neck.

“Robby, we can’t. Our kid shouldn’t see their parents like us. We’re not even together, it’ll be confusing.” You offer.

He wants to say something, but can’t, so he wraps his hands around the mug.

“What if we were together?” He finally asks.

“Michael, don’t. Not now.” You warn.

“I still have the ring, I’ve kept it. But if that’s weird, I’ll get you another one. Whatever you want.” He says fast.

“It’s not that and you know it.” You put your feet down on the ground.

He pauses. “I know.”

“We just can’t work as more than coparents right now. Between my pregnancy hormones, both of our exhaustions, and the impending baby, all we do is fight when we’re more than that.” You offer.

“You know I love you , right? This is better for all of us.” You continue.

“I love you too.” He offers with a half smile.

Now here you were with six month Marilou Jane, named after both of your grandmothers, and you never got it together. You’ve never had another conversation about it since, just silently both agreed that you wouldn’t cross another line. Robby started staying at his own place and stopped showing up at yours. You were respecting each others boundaries, or at least that’s what you convinced yourself. You didn’t want to admit it but you missed his presence in your space. Now the only time he’d come to your place was to drop MJ off in her car seat at the door, give both of you cheek kisses and leave. It was for the better, right?

“How’s my favorite niece doing?” Jack sidles up to you.

“She’s doing great, fat and happy. What more could a baby want?” You say with a smile.

“And how’s my favorite best friends, what do you guys say, ‘co-partners?’” Jack says with his hands in the air in air quotes.

“Coparents. We’re coparenting for Marilou.” You say.

“That’s right. How’s that going?” Jack asks, as if Robby hasn’t told him anything. He just wants to hear your side so he can report back to the yearning best friend.

“It’s dandy, Dr. Abbot. How can I help you, really?” You annoyingly reply.

“Hey, can’t I have some friendly banter with a fellow coworker to keep the vibes going?”

“Vibes? Where’d you learn the word vibes old man?” You joke.

He just smiles and shakes his head.

“Nowhere.”

You smile back at Jack and push off the counter, heading towards the lockers. You’re thinking about your sweet friend’s influencer on the much older Jack Abbot and suddenly become very happy for her. Unfortunately, that’s very short lived.

As you cross the corner you want to vomit because of the intensity of Deja vu. Heather and Robby are again in a heated conversation. They’re throwing their hands up and in each others face. You can’t take it. You can’t bear to see this again.

So you run. That’s what you do best.

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7 Hours Later

You had just finished feeding MJ her dinner of mashed bananas when the doorbell rang.

You hadn’t been expecting anyone, but when you open the door you’re shocked for a whole other reason. Robby is standing there, a dozen of your favorite flowers and a brown bag from your favorite Chinese food place.

“Hi.” He says.

Hi?” You reply.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

You almost don’t want him to, but you relent and step aside.

“Listen, I know I look crazy but I just..I just wanted to get your favorite things, okay? I had to. I know I’m coming off a double, but I saw you today.” He starts.

“Well yeah we work at the same hospital. Of course you saw me today.” MJ babbles in the background.

“Hi baby.” He turns and smiles at his daughter. He goes over and pops a kiss on the top of her dark haired head and then immediately walks back over to you.

“No. I’m not stating the obvious here. I saw you leave when me and Heather were talking. And I know what you’re thinking-“ he says.

“Do you?” You ask.

“You think that Heather and I have started something and you’re wrong. Actually so dead wrong it’s hilarious.” He chuckles softly.

Why is he mocking you?

“Haha, Michael. Real funny. What’s the point here?” You say.

“The point is you didn’t see what really was happening. We were fighting over a patient because I disagreed with her decision of care. Heather was insisting I was wrong. You came in about the part just before she realized we couldn’t work together anymore.”

“What? Me and you? Why?” You ask, eyes wide.

“No. Stop. Of course not. Heather and I.” He starts.

“She decided she can’t work in the same department as me anymore. We can’t be fair to each other or other patients and it’s unsafe. She’s leaving the hospital.” Robby says.

“Heather is leaving the Pitt?” You stop.

“Yes. That’s what you saw. Nothing more. I promise you that nothing beyond a working relationship and now not even that are going on with Heather.” He steps towards you.

“Okay Michael, I appreciate that. I believe you. You didn’t have to bring food and flowers over to apologize like that. But again, thank you. Do you want to stay and have some of this?” You start opening the brown bag and pulling out cartons of delicious smelling food.

“Andrea, look at me.” Robby commands.

It’s the first time he’s used your full government name in months. It’s also the first time he’s used anything close to the tone of the dominant one he uses in the bedroom and in most other areas of your previous happily cohabitation.

You pause. “Andrea, I said turn around and look at me now.”

You can’t help but somehow still instinctively turn around and face Robby.

“I’m not done talking and you’re going to listen.” He commands.

You make eye contact with him and motion to keep going in conversation. MJ babbles in the background, talking to the mashed fruit on her plate.

“I’m not doing this to apologize for what didn’t happen with Heather. I’m doing this because I need to. When I saw you leave I swear to you, my heart stopped. I saw us going back to square one and I was going to lose everything, again. I freaked out. I can’t do this anymore. I knew what you were thinking and I immediately wanted to run to you because I was so scared. Of course a call got in the way, but I ran as fast as I could getting this stuff on the way to come here and say this to you. I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m tired of this limbo. I’m over it. We have to jump, baby. You jump, I jump.” He reaches into his pocket.

“I know what we’ve said before, but we’re doing this.” He pulls out a velvet ring box and gets down on one knee.

“I know you’re not doing what I think you’re about to do, Michael. Don’t be crazy. We can’t. I mean I obviously love you too. I don’t know. There’s too much, we’ve tried, we can-” He stops you.

This is crazy. He’s crazy. He can’t be proposing to you. This is coming out of nowhere. It’s insane. Your heart can’t stop racing, you might pass out. MJ is still babbling in the background and Michael Robinavitch is proposing to you (again) while you’re in playboy bunny shorts and no bra. Maybe this is actually perfect?

“I know this seems like it’s coming out of nowhere, but baby, it’s not. We can’t deny this anymore. Let’s get married. Let’s move forward and take my last name. Finally.”

Talk about Deja vu, again.

“Oh, Michael.” You instantly start crying and fall to your knees to meet face to face with Robby.

“Please say yes. For the love of all that is good please just finally marry me.” He says.

You giggle and reply, “Yes. Sure, why not.” You joke. He grabs your face and kisses you.

“Are you sure? Really?” You ask.

“Baby, I’ve wanted to marry you since the day I met you. I’d still find someone to officially marry us right this second if that’s what it takes. I’m so stupidly in love with you and I’ll be sorry for hurting you for the rest of our lives. I’ll be the best version of myself I can for you, for both of you, just as long as you’re right by my side.”

Was this crazy? Or was this absolutely right? Everything you’d been through together had lead you to this point.

“You jump, I jump.” You say with a smile.

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killmeleatherface · 3 months ago

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It Had To Be You Part 5

Dr Robby x F! Attending (OC)

This is part 5 to my ongoing series

Here’s the last part!

TW: fighting, light smut, pregnancy, kissing, mention of cheating, yelling

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You thought things would be different after that, and they were, but not in the way you had hoped after the way your night ended. You let Robby spend the night, both of you falling asleep on top of your covers fully clothed. Nothing had happened. You barely even cuddled.

By the way Robby sprung up, you’d thought you’d hurt him. In reality, he was late for work. He mumbled something about needing to go, stumbled, kissed you on the forehead and left your place.

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That was two weeks ago. You’d barely spoken a word to each other since then. Something was different about Robby. Something had changed. He almost seemed irritated with you, but for what? It got especially worse when Heather had come back from her extended leave. Robby was continuing to malfunction and you feared he would hit a breaking point soon. And you really didn’t want it to be at the hospital.

You looked for him across the party. He was sitting next to Jack holding a beer and chatting. It was one of your coworkers housewarming parties and you came with Samara. However, she still didn’t know about you being pregnant. You thankfully still weren’t showing, but with your halfway mark soon coming and going you knew your gigantic belly wouldn’t be able to be hidden for much longer. You just had to figure out how to tell everyone, ‘Hey, so, yeah, I’m pregnant with Robby’s baby, but I called off the wedding, and we’re not really together or are we together? We were together for a few years after secretly wanting to be together for even longer and then he cheated on me and I don’t know what to do from here.’ Yeah, that’s a mouth full.

Suddenly you realized how hot you were, despite only having on a bikini and thin skin cover up. Everyone was hanging by the pool and you and your best friend had their feet dipped into the pool. It wasn’t helping much.

“I’m gonna go inside and get something to drink. Do you want anything?” You had been nursing a sprite with lime in hopes it looked enough like a vodka and soda so no one would question why you weren’t drinking.

“No, I think I’m good. But thanks.” She replies.

Once you got into the kitchen thankfully no one was there. You could cool off and ice your neck before you inevitably were going to throw up because that’s all you did with anything.

As you were drinking a cold water, a familiar voice came up behind you.

“Hey, how are you?” Robby asks.

He comes up behind you and snakes his hands around your waist. Wow, that’s very forward, but you can’t deny the familiar touch feels good.

“I’m doing good, just got hot out there.” You reply. Robby nuzzles your neck, moving your hair out of the way and kissing gently on your neck.

“Michael, what are you doing?” He hits the special spot under your ear that he’s known about for years. “I missed you. Really missed you.” He responds, his hands going to spin you to face him.

You look at him. His eyes are bloodshot, he looks exhausted. He should be in bed asleep, not at a party. Even though that’s true, he still starts kissing up your jaw until he hits your lips.

You’re instantly putty in his hands. After all this time, after all you’d been through, Michael Robinavitch still had a magical touch that could find all your perfect buttons.

“Michael, we shouldn’t do this here.” You say through gasps and kisses.

“You’re right, Eddy wouldn’t mind if we used a bedroom. Come on.” He pulls you as he talks.

“Michael, wait. Wait.” You say as you’ve hit the hallway and he pushing open a door.

He’s pulled you in and closed the door in one swift motion. Before you know it, he has you against the door and is kissing you again.

You can’t help but respond in moans and groans, sounds you forget could come out of your mouth. He’s reaches his fingers under your cover up and pulled to tug it off you, as it slinks to the floor. You reach for his shirt and pull it over his shoulders as he still kisses you, reaching down your bottom, and attempting to untie your bottoms when something hits you.

Your heightened senses finally smell the alcohol on Robby’s breath. He’s drunk.

As he’s untied both sides of your bottoms he turns you around to push you on the bed. He’s reaching for your face as he leans down to kiss you on your lips. That’s when you really see him. He has bloodshot eyes, red rings and purple circles. His breath smells like whiskey. He’s wasted. He’s not tired from work or up thinking the two of you like you are. He’s just had a few too many whiskeys.

You push your elbows up, trying to sit up.

“Michael, we shouldn’t be doing this.” He’s not hearing you.

“Michael, stop. Come on, we can’t.” You say again. “We shouldn’t.”

He suddenly stops and pushes himself off of you. He turns around in frustration and says, “Why? Why can’t we? Aren’t we supposed to be dating? Or whatever I agreed to. Not like we’ve been together for years and we’re gonna get married. But yeah I can’t fuck you either, okay.”

“Michael stop, you’re drunk.” You say, sitting up and starting to search for your thrown clothes.

“I’m just trying to follow the rules you set forth.” He’s slurs, finding his shirt and putting it back on.

“Michael, we’re at a party. Our friends are 30 feet away. Not to mention we haven’t talked in two weeks.” You put your shall and shoes back on. “Get some coffee, sober up, and call me tomorrow.” You reach for the door.

“Yeah, whatever. Sure you’ll call. I’m supposed to trust you to call or even pick up your phone when the last time that happened you disappeared.” He says, annoyed.

You turn around. “Really? I thought we were over this?”

“Over this? Over this? You couldn’t trust me enough to know I wouldn’t cheat on you with Heather and I’m supposed to trust that you come back pregnant with my baby.” He says.

Now you’re seeing red. “What did you just say to me?” You ask, voice raising.

“I, uh, no, that’s not what I meant.” He tries. He instantly stands up full posture and his eyes go wide.

“I know you’re not questioning if this baby that’s been growing inside of my belly for the last twenty weeks has a questionable paternity.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you keep going.

“-because I have only loved one man for the last ten years of my life and I have only wanted to and succeeded with having sex with that one man in those ten years. What do you think, I went back home, called up an old flame, and fucked him? That’s really where we are. I know you’re hurt and drunk but fuck Michael.”

“No it’s not where I wanna be. I’m, I’m, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying.” He’s trying to force himself to sober up.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t be doing this right now.” He offers, but you can’t stop. Robby, the person who’s known you best for a decade, who’s the only person you’ve truly ever wanted to live, breathe, and be with, questioning if the baby you both had repeatedly talked about and hoped for, was yours. He really thought you’d cheat on him like he cheated on you. Yes, Heather kissed him, but he didn’t stop her. How dare he think you’d have sex with another man, a random man with no meaning, and then get pregnant by them. A different man hasn’t been a thought in your mind pertaining to your love life in longer than you could remember. Michael knew that. He knew you better.

Or so you thought.

Tears spring to the brim of your eyes, but you don’t want Robby to see you cry, drunk or not, on that man, it’s wasted emotions.

“Andi, I’m sorry. Fuck, I feel like that’s all I say to you lately. I hate that. I’m sorry. I guess I had more to drink than I thought. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

He’s walking towards you now, reaching his hands out to console you.

“I’m so stupid. Really. I’m a very dumb man and you’re a very good woman for staying with me all this time.” He rambles.

You don’t want to hear it. The father of your child wasn’t who you ever thought he was, was he?

“Ya know Michael, what do they say? A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts? Remember that when you’ve sobered up.”

You turn the handle on the door and leave the room and Robby behind.

Here’s the next part!

AN: I’ve gone back in and updated a few misspelled words and grammar mistakes, and added a few more dialogue point, but nothing major! Just a few more touches here and there. 5/20/25 :)

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killmeleatherface · 3 months ago

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Feeling reckless might make my OC x Dr Robby fic very ooc for Robby idk maybe

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I’m Here Part 4

Jack Abbot x F! Attending (OC)

This is the fourth part of my ongoing series.

Here’s the last part!

As soon as you step into the studded ballroom you can see the amount of money being spent on this function. No wonder they were desperate to get donations from attendees. Dark purple curtains hung in intricate waves across the ceiling, with multiple chandeliers following along. Black tablecloths covered several round tables and chairs, with huge flower arrangements of white, purple, black and red in the middle. It truly is beautiful. You decide to resolve yourself to having a good time. It’s a free nice meal, open bar, and some friends. So what if you had to rub elbows with the rich and wealthy.

After your polite round of hellos and “how are you?” Thrown around for everyone you run into, you manage to make it a counter with a handsome bartender in a white dress shirt and black vest.

“Can I get a Tom Collin’s please?” You ask with a smile, leaning against the bar, waiting in heightened anticipation for your drink.

“So black is your standard? Don’t you get tired of it in the ER?” A voice says behind you.

You turn to see who may be talking and are surprised to see they’re not only talking to you, but you know this person. Anthony hamilton. He was an anesthesiologist up stairs, that you’d occasionally ran into. Had a coffee or two with, at the insistence of Dana. The ER staff jokingly called the man in front of you “Tony Gates” because he happened to look like John Stamos’ character on ER and his name was already Anthony.

“Yup. Never lost it, even when my scrub colors were blue.” You smile.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Anthony asks, sidling up next to you at the bar.

“Tsk, tsk Hamilton, I thought you were better than that. It’s an open bar.” You joke.

He smiles. “Damn, ya got me. Just couldn’t think of anything actually good to say once I saw you in that dress.”

He is handsome. Actually, very handsome. Beyond conventionally cute. He’s downright sexy. He’s extremely nice, he’s funny, and he’s a doctor. He’s a real catch. On paper, he’s actually the perfect catch. He should be anyone’s dream guy, and he’s actually very into you. Almost embarrassingly so. Why had you never given him a chance beyond a friendly coffee date?

Hamilton is talking about the last time he’d seen you in an OR and smiling at something “funny” you said. He’s hardcore flirting with you, not taking his eyes or attention off you. You’re trying to do the same, until the air changes, and you see a familiar quip of grey hair in the background of Hamilton talking. You glance over, you know you shouldn’t, but you do. You can resist. What you see is actually breathtaking, Jack Abbot with his grey curls perfectly tousled, a clean shaven face and a black tux that hugs him in all the right places.

“Hey, you okay?” Hamilton asks, stopping his conversation. He’s seen you distracted. You tear your eyes away from Jack and look at Anthony. He really was gorgeous. Right then and there you decided to go for it. You’d come back here for a new start, a fresh start. One that Jack isn’t a part of.

“Yeah, sorry I’m good. Yeah it’s been a while since I’ve been in an OR.” You refer to his story. “Lots of trauma and triage and someone else would take the surgeries.” You add .

“Oh yeah, you were gone for a while, right. Well, I’d love to hear about it and if I may say so, I’m glad you’re back.” Man, he was such a flirt.

One last look at Jack, who you find staring daggers into your couple, and you throw the rest of your drink back. Jack didn’t matter, this man in front of you was open, free, and available for the taking. And you were damn sure as well.

“Where are you sitting? I’d love to tell you about it.” You string your arm through his bicep and begin walking away.

Still feeling Jack looking at you.

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Three hours later, several checks collected, bad dinner eaten and a few drinks had. A small group of you ended up back at Carl’s Bar by the hospital.

You were nursing a vodka and soda at the bar, contemplating doing an Irish exit and going home to your warm, cozy bed, when you felt a hand on your lower back.

“Hey, you ready to get out of here?” Anthony asks. He’s slurring his words and his pupils are huge. You look at him, perplexed. He’d disappeared somewhere near an hour ago and you thought he’d left you alone.

“I think I’m gonna get a cab and head back to my place.” You offer, trying to be courteous.

“Oh, perfect, that’s what I was thinking.” He smells like whiskey, and cigarettes, gross.

“No, I’m going to head back to my place. You can go back to yours.” You offer again, trying to slink out of the bar seat you were currently on. He stops you, putting his hands on your hips.

“Hey hey, what? I thought we were having a good time, had a good thing. Let’s keep it going.” He’s slurring bad now.

“No thanks Anthony. You should get some water and sober up.” You say, trying to get by him.

“Listen, Daphne, you tricked me and I’m not cool with that” he pulls your arm.

“Anthony, let me go!” You say loudly and a flurry of action happens instantly.

His hand comes off of you and you’re pushed into the crowd. There’s more yelling and two guys following, and someone pulls your arm again, going through the crowd and out the door. You’re practically placed outside and before you can see who it is, they dart back inside. You can still hear yelling inside. The doors burst open and you step back instantly.

You’re stuck in awe and shock of what just happened. Who’s fighting? Who took you out?

“Hey, here’s your stuff. Are you okay?” Jack asks.

You’re still in shock. He rescued you? You didn’t even see him.

“Hey, Daphne, answer me. You good?” He has his hands on your forearms and the sensation of his warm hands on you is like a bucket of iced water poured on to your head.

“Yeah, I’m good, thanks.” Silence.

“Good, good. That was almost scary for a second there. That Hamilton guy is an ass.” He jokes.

This is so weird. Did you end up going home after the gala and are now dreaming? That had to be what was happening right. Jack Abbot just rescued you like a knight in shining armor. The fact that you were both dressed in formal wear just added to the comedy.

“Okay, well I’m gonna head home now. Thanks again.” You sling your purse over your shoulders and start turning around.

“Wait! Lemme get you a cab.” Jack starts walking after you, trying to stop you.

“I’d rather walk, it’s a nice night.” You say, continuing to walk, hoping that’ll stop his cause.

“Oh..okay. Can I walk with you?” He asks.

That stops you.

“You want to walk with me at 3 AM?” You were definitely dreaming.

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you.”

“Jack, are you drunk? How much did you have to drink? This is weird, talking to me like this. You don’t have to protect me.”

He looks to the sky.

“Look, I know. I just want to talk to you. You don’t even have to talk, just listen to me.” Jack pleads.

“Ya know, while I really appreciate the offer, it’s three years too late. I don’t owe you anything.” You start walking away.

“I owed it to her.” He says.

You ignore it, you’ve heard this already.

“I had to do it. Or I thought I had to. Rachel, I mean. The marriage.” You don’t want to hear this.

“Please. Let me explain.” He pleads harder.

“You really don’t have to. Robby told me you didn’t marry her. I’m over it, I’m good.” You offer.

“No, not that. Just please stop. Two minutes.” Jack is begging at this point.

“Rachel, I knew her before my last deployment. Her and her husband Bradley. Good friends. Good people. We’d always hang out.” He talks to the sky.

Rachel had a husband?

“Bradley and I got stationed together. And there was an..explosion. Bomb. Probably was planted. It hit our spot, and he…he was in my spot at the table. It should’ve been me.” He has tears in his eyes.

“I couldn’t save him. He passed in my arms.” He says.

“Jack.” You offer.

“No, let me finish.” He insists. “I have to now.”

“I had to give her his tags. I wanted to tell her. Had to tell her. How it happened. I wanted to be there for her. I’d been there before.”

“I knew what she was going through. We trauma bonded through grief and felt we loved each other. Then after a while, it was time to marry her or have another conversation. And I had ruined her life, and then wasted more of it, so I had to propose to her. I couldn’t hurt her again if I could help it. But I guess I did anyways. That night on the roof when I told you I loved you…I went home and told her I couldn’t marry her, that I was in love with someone else and I hadn’t been fair to her.”

Holy shit. He told Rachel, that’s why they didn’t get married.

“She screamed a lot, said all of the things I was scared of and more. I deserved it. But she’d get over it, she deserved someone better. Not me.”

That’s not true. You thought Jack was the best person in the world. Who would be better?

“She’s actually married now. Guess he was a widow, too. Funny how the circle of life goes.”

“Jack…I had no idea.” You start.

“And then you left. I thought you’d come back after Europe and we could start over, but when I’d heard you were going to Mayo, I think my heart stopped. No shit, thought that was it.” He jokes. “It hurt like hell. Like physically hurt. I tried calling you, texting you, but they never went through. I mean I told you I loved you, I ended a relationship and cancelled my wedding for you. Then you never called either. So I decided after a few weeks of feeling like hell on earth I had to act like you were gone. Like you were dead to me. That’s how I coped. That’s how I could do it.” He finishes.

“Jack..you never reached out. Never anything. You confessed your love to me two days before your wedding. After all that time. It felt like an ultimatum and I don’t deal well with those, especially when it involves my love life. I wanted you so bad it hurt me for years and I couldn’t have you. Then when you told me you felt the same way, I panicked and then my mom got sick. I figured you were happily married. I thought you hated me. I thought I hated you.” You offer.

“Maybe I did.” He jokes.

“Wait, go back.” His soft demeanor changes.

You pause.

“You wanted me? You loved me too? Do you still love me? Daphne, tell me.”

He’s perplexed.

“If we’re baring our souls here, I don’t think I’ve ever stopped.” You offer. “And I’m not saying that because we’re standing here, probably more drunk than we’d like to admit and love bombing each other in a late confession okay. Let’s get that straight. I know it’s been a while, but I think we know each other better than that.”

He chuckles.

“Why haven’t you said anything since I’ve been back?” You inquire.

He doesn’t say anything, seemingly trying to find the right words to say. “At first, I thought you had to be a dream. Then, I was pissed again. Then, I realized how deep down, I’d never stopped loving you, even if I tried to convince myself I was over you.” He offers. “Like I couldn’t truly stay mad at you.”

“That doesn’t sound like Jack Abbot. Really, how much did you have to drink?” You ask.

He laughs. “I started going to therapy after I left Rachel. I’ve, uh, learned a few things.”

You stopped in front of your place. “This is me.” You state.

He steps closer to you.

“So, not to be that guy, but, what does this mean? Is that what the kids say these days?” He asks, hands in his pockets, obviously noting how awkward this situation is, but trying to play cool.

“Well, I think, since twenty four hours ago, we both thought we hated each others guts and hadn’t spoken a single word to each other in years…it means..I don’t know..what does it mean?” You look at him.

“How about we actually start over? Start fresh? Hi, I’m Jack Abbot.” He offers you his hands.

“Jack, I think that’s a little too juvenile. We’ve been through too much.” You joke.

“Okay, how about this then. Would you like to go out with me?” He asks with a smile. “Dinner. Dancing. The whole nine.”

“You want to go on a first date and spoil me after we’ve already said I love you?” You ask.

“Yeah. Let’s do this right. Therapy ya know. I’ve got a lot of years to make up and treat you right.” He confirms.

You think about it. What a weird night, but maybe this is where you were supposed to be all along. This is really what you’ve wanted all along. After all this time, and all the confessions, you tell Jack yes. He’s delighted.

After over ten years, the man you’ve been hopelessly in love with is yours.

AN: This will not be the end, do not worry :)

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killmeleatherface · 3 months ago

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I’m Here Part 3

Jack Abbot x F! Attending (OC)

This is a third part to my ongoing series.

Here’s the last part! :)

AN: soooorry guys. I’ve been busy and I couldn’t post until now. Next part will have the gala :)

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Four weeks. That’s how long you’d been back in the Pitt. Four weeks of twelve or more hour shifts, sleeping in the on call room, more cups of coffee than you count and more avoidances than you cared to count. Yes, you’d successfully managed to avoid having a conversation with Jack Abbot the entire time you’d been unceremoniously back in his domain. You’d of course been unable to avoid being in the same trauma rooms with him, but he never spoke to you and you sure as hell weren’t going to be the first one to talk.

At the end of a particularly grueling day, with your back aching and your feet feeling like two prices of brick attached to you, all you could think of was ordering Chinese take out and watching your favorite Netflix show. Just as you were finishing one of your last charts, a usually happy Michael Robinavitch sidled up next to you; back against the counter of the nurses station with his arms next to him.

“You going tonight?” He asks.

“Going where?” You ask, faking curiosity. He’s never done anything wrong or hurtful to you, so he does not deserve a sour mood from you.

“To the gala. It’s tonight.” He widens his eyes, saying it as if it’s not a foreign language to you at this point. “What gala, Robby? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Kid, the annual medical gala. The Robertson Medical Gala for the foundation?. All attending are required to attend.” He offers.

Oh yeah, that gala. You skimmed an email from Gloria about it last week. You thought you’d be able to get out of it by this point so you never placed it in a solid part of your mind.

“Oh. Yeah, that one. Yeah.” You rubs your eyes, immediately stressing about having to go home and get ready AND put on heels. “I guess I will be there. And you will be too. Guess I won’t be miserable all by myself.” You offer, looking at your old friend.

“I, actually for once, have a date. So unfortunately you will be alone. Sorry kid.” He backs.

Robby knocks on the nurses desk with his knuckles and says, “Unless…” He looks away.

You pause, closing your last charts and putting it over the nurses desk and away, waiting for Robby to continue.

“What dude? Spit it out.” You turn to face him.

“No I shouldn’t. It’s none of my business. We’re at work.” He’s holding something back.

“Okay, weirdo. I’m gonna go then. I’ll see you tonight?” You pull your phone out and start walking away.

“He never got married.” Robby says after you.

You pause mid step, not turning around.

“Jack. He, uh, he didn’t go through with it. He told Rachel the day before the wedding was supposed to happen.”

You turn around, looking him directly in the eyes, trying to search for any glint of joking or ill fated humor.

“He never told me what happened, but I gathered from bits and pieces and figured it out.” He says, coming off the front desk and standing upright.

“I didn’t know.” You put your hands on your hips.

“Why didn’t he ever call me?” You ask his best friend.

He throws his hands up in silent exasperation, “You know him. He’s not one for calling to talk about something hard like…anything, but especially, well, you.” He offers.

“What do you expect me to do, Robby? We haven’t spoken one word to each other. And now you expect me to hear that he didn’t marry Rachel and go beg for him to finally be mine? No. I won’t. I’m beyond that.” You put your hands in front of you in a done motion.

“No, I’m not expecting you to do anything. He’s not either.” He puts his hands in his pocket.

“I just thought you should know. He’s hurt too.” He says, as a final word. You don’t want to hear this.

You nod and turn on your heels, issuing him a goodbye with your hand flicking off your head.

Ugh, screw today.

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Instead of your favorite lo mein and a beer in your hands, you’re currently finagling a cosmetics brush around your face. A dab here, a touch here, some powder. The usual. By the end of the hour your face is bronzed and tight lined and blushed to perfection. You use the mirror hanging on the back of your door to observe your handiwork. While you weren’t a novice with hair and makeup by any means, it had been literal years since you’d spent time every morning getting ready. You quite enjoyed it, you felt put together and had a slight air of confidence surrounding you.

After you put on the silk black dress that hit just below your ankles, you sit down to strap your heels to your feet. As you’re finishing the last hook, something in the corner of your room catches your eye.

A hoodie. Jack’s hoodie. You slowly stand up, your dress falling down your thighs, calves, ankles, all the way down to just below your feet. You walk steps slowly to the corner where the piece of clothing is seated, on top of an open box you’re sure you’d absentmindedly rummaged through without fully unpacking. Once your fingers touch the fabric it’s like a jolt of electricity is fired through you. You thought you’d gotten rid of it in all the moving, but in the back of your mind you’re also sure you’d known it’s always been there. A silent reminder of the original owner.

The night you’d ended up with the infamous jacket about was about four years ago. You were on the rooftop after a double shift, just wanting to catch the sunrise, and be reminded that there’s still beauty and normalcy in life. You just needed to feel something good. Your shifts had been filled with case after case of damage, destruction, and death. And of course you were understaffed. A packed waiting room with all seats filled and even more standing against any open space they could fine. The ER was filled with gurneys, chairs, IV stands, you were almost running out of room.

When there was finally a much needed lull and your shift was about to end you’d managed to sneak away. You’d been on the roof for about ten minutes, eyes glazed to focus on the city and sky before you when a voice interrupted your break.

“Hell of a shift. You did good.” Jack spoke to your back.

You don’t say anything and keep looking ahead of you.

You can hear the rocks crunching under his feet until he’s right beside you.

“Really, kid. I know it’s second nature at this point with you, but don’t be so hard on yourself. You made the right decisions, even if it doesn’t feel like it.”

“I just…this doesn’t get any bit easier does it?” You inquire.

“Nope.” He says with a pop of his mouth.

Back to silence.

“How long you been up here? It’s really cold. You need a coat.” Jack says, eyeing you.

“No really I’m good, don’t worry about me.” You say, like you want to be tortured. Some ritual you’re unknowingly performing up here to get insight on anything to make you feel better about all the death.

Jack doesn’t say anything, just starts shrugging off his hoodie.

“No Abbot, I’m good. You need it, keep it.” You try to convince him.

“Nonsense.” He says putting the jacket over your shoulders and helping you sling your arms through. It smells like him. His warmth, his cologne. His familiarity.

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You let yourself put the jacket up to your face, your common sense faltering due to Robby’s earlier confession still on your mind. You instantly transform back to three years ago, a young fellow filled with love and adoration in your eyes for Jack Abbot. How fucked up is it that your spent most of your resident and fellowship years hopelessly in love with someone who’s engaged? But then you get mad.

It is fucked up. It’s not like Jack outright lead you on, you knew he had a fiance, but sometimes Jack didn’t act like he had a fiancé. When he spend an hour or three after shift talking to you on the roof, outside on a bench, in the park across the street, in the diner a few blocks away. He became your person. And you became his, there was no doubt about that. Neither of you ever crossed a line that Gloria or Rachel would question, but you leaned. Very far.

“She wants to get married.” Jack mumbled, looking forward, not daring to have this conversation with you and look in your eyes.

You didn’t reply.

“She’s a good girl. It’s been long enough. I guess I kind of owe it to her.” Jack said.

“That’s a great reason to marry someone.” You say.

He turned back to face you, finally.

“I can think of great reasons to marry someone, if I really had to.” Jack said.

“Oh?” You managed.

“Yeah. Someone’s who’s smart, cares about others, makes me laugh really hard, understands this job. And doesn’t just say they understand, but they actually do understand. They live it.” Jack says, keeping eye contact and walking towards you.

What?

Where is this coming from?

“Those are great reasons to marry Rachel.” You manage.

He stops, and looks off to the side. “Yeah, Rachel. That’s who I want, right.”

He proposed two weeks later, in the weeks between ending your residency and starting your fellowship. Rachel happily accepted and immediately started planning her dream wedding.

It was weird for you and Jack for a while after that. Like he felt he actually had to act serious about Rachel now. He couldn’t be nonchalant about the girl because he put a ring on her finger.

He was always wishy washy about her. Not that you ever cared to ask, but you heard him talk or listened to him make quips to other people. No one wanted to talk about their personal life openly at work, especially an already usually quiet Jack. Either way, you and everyone else were under the assumption that Jack had a mostly casual girl. Until the ring popped up.

Ugh, you hated Robby. Well not really hated Robby, but we’re so annoyed that you let him get on about Jack and now had this new information swirling around your brain. Why didn’t Jack call you? He’s the one that confessed his love to you. You kissed that night. No, you didn’t confess your love back, but he knew. He was way too smart of a man and knew you too well to not know how hopelessly devoted and in love with him. You just felt you couldn’t say it because he had an actual girl/friend/fiance. You never asked Jack why he was with Rachel, when he acted as if it was almost annoying to have to go home to her. He mumbled something about owing her and that was it. You never prodded, he wouldn’t tell you more anyways.

Well, you couldn’t think about Jack anymore. You’d spent almost the last decade doing so. And you were still confused.

Here’s the next part!

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killmeleatherface · 3 months ago

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I’m Here Part 2

This is the second part to my ongoing series.

Here’s Part 1

AN: hey yall! Loving Shawn Hatosy and Jack right now. I think this is going to be an angsty, yearning, will they, won’t they, type of thing. I’m not good at writing steamy stuff, but maybe I’ll get back there some day. Otherwise I do love a good Jack Abbot love story :)

TW: medical setting, no procedures, mention of Alzheimer’s (main characters mother has it). I think that’s it? Lemme know!

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You really had intended to leave for good. You never imagined yourself standing in front of the ivory walls of the sterile environment before you. Pittsburgh Medical Center. Three years away and even seeing the double doors of the emergency department sent you head spinning into visions. Flashbacks. Past memories. Past traumas. Past people.

That fated night on the top of the roof.

You can’t let yourself think about that. What that night meant and what it did. How it didn’t just gradually coax your feelings out of the void, it grabbed a hold and choked it out of you instead. You loved Jack and he loved you, but he was marrying someone else. Married someone else…

That was the last time you’d been here and the last time you’d seen Jack. The last time you worked at the Pitt. After he’d finally let you through to the staircase, you burst into tears, finally letting years of pent up emotions go. By the time you’d gotten to the ground floor you had already decided to take the position at Mayo and quit immediately. You couldn’t work with Jack Abbot anymore. The thought of having to look at the hazel green eyes that used to only softened for you now belonging to someone who had probably long forgotten about your existence. Your mind swirled with endless scenarios.

You assumed Jack Abbot still workers worked here, you could almost bet on it. This place was his drug, his getaway, his home away from home. Everyone knew that. It’d have to take a life altering event to get him away from this place.

Like maybe his favorite resident (Best friend? Confidante? Mistress? All of the above?) not becoming an attending and instead taking a position twelve hours away without notice, or at least a goodbye. Of course Jack had every right to be hurt. But that was years ago. He’d moved on and married Rachel and probably had a had or two by now. That last part makes inside of you feel odd, like something is pulling you deep into an ocean.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Welcome back to the ED Doctor Garcia.” The blonde haired nurse says with a smile and her arms thrown up. Dana Evans, the sweet head nurse who had your back a miriad of times. The one who talked you down when you needed it, who talked you up when you really needed it, and the one who knew about you and Jack, even if neither of you admitted it or even spoke it out loud. She was good that way. Like everyone’s mom.

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She called you before you got on to a plane that night. You had just thrown the last of whatever you could find in your room into a large suitcase, giving a final scan of your room. The room where most pivotal moments in your life happened.

You didn’t answer her.

“Hon, I heard you’re leaving on a plane tonight. Jack just told me some big news, said he can’t get a hold of you and I..well I told him I’d try because it’s important. Call me back sweet kid.” The voicemail you’d finally listened to a week later spoke.

You took another look around your room. You lived here through residency, studying endless nights with a Samara about whatever the other could think of. You became best friends with Samara here. You cried in here. You laughed in here. You lived the best and worst parts of a lot of your adult life in here. And now you were leaving it. You thankfully already had most everything boxed up anyways, your lease end matching up with your fellowship ending. Coincidence.

While zipping up your suitcase due to a yelling Samara announcing the Uber was there, you spotted a familiar piece of black fabric. It was a hoodie, and not yours or your roommates, but someone else - Jack’s. You instantly gravitate towards it, pulling it up to your nose. It still smells like Jack- mint, lime, antiseptic. At another call from Samara you stuff the hoodie in your carry on and bolt out the door.

You had a month off and you were originally had no plans, just thinking you’d unpack and get used to your new place, maybe take a spa day with Samara. You hadn’t thought that far.

When Jack kissed you, it changed everything for you. You had to get out of there. Out of the hospital. Out of Pittsburgh. Out of the state. And when you got home and decided that wasn’t enough you convinced Samara to come with you to Ireland. Ireland turned into a sort of world tour neither of you planned, but thoroughly enjoyed. Thankful for your dads ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you as a kid and your mom and I divorced so spend whatever you want’ credit card. While you were there you’d accepted the job in Minnesota officially. And that’s where you’d been for the last three years.

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Until your mom needed someone to look after her and when you got back to town and realized that wasn’t the extent of it, you had to put your dear mother in a nursing home. She was deteriorating faster than you thought, and needed to be under constant supervision. Thankfully she’d gotten a spot at Shady Rose and could be with other elders experiencing the same symptoms as her.

“Hi Dana.” You smile back, genuinely happy to see a friendly face. You always loved her, and even got Christmas cards emailed to you every year. Then, throughout the year emails became variations of updates about her, her kids, other nurses, doctors, who was an attending, who wasn’t going to last through residency. Then the emails became “The nurses miss you. I miss you.” Then the emails started mentioning Jack and you stopped paying attention, stopped replying.

“Glad you’re back. Heard about your mom…let me know if there’s anything I can do.” She offers, and you give a head nod in response, choosing to focus your attention on the admit board in front of you, with her passing behind you and putting a friendly hand on your shoulder. She was probably on her way to help someone else who needed it. Dana, the departments surrogate mother, a woman worth a thousand men, the best charge nurse, shoulder to cry on, and friend you could ask for. Damn, you missed her.

As you’re trying to preoccupy yourself with anything else, a loud voice booms, “Rounds!” This causes any and all available staff to staff to gather in the center of the department and listen to the head attending brief the incoming staff on the past shift.

“Okay everyone, last night was pretty tame considering. A11 and D18 need to be continuously monitored for 24 hours but other than that, they can be discharged. But people, that waiting room is packed already. Let’s pick up the pace if you can. I know, I know. You’re all tired and doing your best. Trust me, I know.” Doctor Michael Robinavitch offers. His best friend Jack Abbot looks up at him.

“Let’s do it.” Jack announces, clapping his hands and beginning to walk away.

“Wait, guys! Just another minute!” Robby says loudly, trying to stop the crowd from leaving.

“We have a new attending starting today, everyone. Let’s introduce her, make her feel welcome.” Robby offers.

Huh, a new attending starting the same day you come back? Maybe they’d be someone you could meet and bond with over being the new kid again. You’re in a daze thinking and don’t hear him announce.

“Dr. Garcia, can you come up here just for a second?”

“Dr. Garcia?”

“Uh.” He laughs. “Dr. Garcia, are you here?”

No, no, no. He cannot be talking about you. You’re not new! Well yeah you’re a new attending here, but you’re not a new employee here. This cannot be about you. Robby is calling you front and center, in front of those old and new, and familiar…

The crowd is looking around, not sure who Dr. Garcia is. Suddenly a hand pushes your lower back. “Daphne, honey, that’s you. Robby’s talking about you!” Dana is pushing you forward now. Finally you give and push through the crowd until it opens to the two men in front of you. They both freeze, Robby mid stance, and Jack crossed arms.

Robby immediately clocks what’s going on and who you are. He glances at Jack who is standing with a stone cold expression. Robby walks over to you and motions to the crowd.

“Everyone, this is the new attending, Daphne Garcia. Treat her like you would me or Jack, she’s a good one.” He looks down at you.

You smile and do a half wave to the crowd. How embarrassing. You want to melt into a puddle and disappear into the ground where you stand. And the worst part is, you feel the unmistakable heat of Jack standing behind you. So familiar, but also like lava, so beautiful and mesmerizing with its trance of colors, but toxic if touched.

Again, you’re in a daze of heat, embarrassment and at a complete loss of what to do. You don’t hear Robby telling everyone to have a good day and get to work, the crowd actually dispersing for good. Once Robby steps in front of you, you come back.

“Good to have you back, Garcia. It’s nice to have a familiar face here again.” Robby offers, leaning over the nurses desk to grab a chart. He throws a smiler and heads off.

You still haven’t turned away. You don’t dare, because if you do, it becomes real. The person you tried your damndest to forget, the one you cried endless rivers of tears about, the one who gave you nightmares so vivid you could’ve sworn he was in the bed next to you. When you finally gain the gumption to turn around, there’s a ghost behind you. Nothing.

“Welcome back to the Pitt.” You mumble to yourself, grabbing your stethoscope and starting your shift.

Heres the next part!

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I’m Here

Jack Abbot x F!attending (OC)

Summary: Jack Abbot and you have a complicated relationship to say the least. It goes beyond attending resident and more into…who knows. When he offers you an attending position you don’t realize that both of your life’s are about to be thrown upside down and neither of you will know what to do.

TW: medical setting, cursing, age gap relationship. Let me know of any more!

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“Where do you think you’re going to go, actually? No bullshit.” Jack Abbot asks you.

You’re on the roof of the Pittsburgh Medical Trauma Center leaning against the metal railing. You’re trying to look at the stars, but you can’t ignore Jack’s eyes on you for any longer.

“I don’t know. I guess it’s really between here and Minnesota.” You’d been offered an attending position at Mayo, as well as the emergency department at the hospital you were currently standing on.

“Here and Mayo? That makes sense. Did they offer you more money? A moving stipend?” He inquires.

They hadn’t. In fact, the offer from the Pitt, or more specifically Jack himself, was better. But you weren’t going to mention that.

“Yeah, they did actually. Also offered an allowance for a four wheel drive truck.” You’d say with a smile, trying to incite a laugh. You fail. He stays silent, not breaking eye contact with the skyline in front of you.

He’s always so quiet, never saying more than he needs to, or saying less than he wants to. The attending you’d worked under the past 4 years was a very pensive man, all about healing and medicine and honesty and integrity.

He turns around, crosses his arms and stands in front of you and faces you. “When do they need to know by?” He asks.

“The day before the wedding.” You say, refusing to make eye contact.

“Oh that’s fast.” Is all he says. In reality it’s two days away.

“Maybe there’s something I can get Robby to talk to Gloria about, sweeten the deal ya know. Keep my best resident here.” He’s thinking out loud.

“No, no, Jack. Don’t do that. There’s nothing left to do. I just haven’t made a decision yet, honestly.”

He won’t stop looking at you. Like he’s trying to get his eyes to say something that his mouth can’t. Or more like his mouth won’t let him because his brain is winning in the fight against his heart.

You finally pull away and crawl back through the railing, suddenly needing more air that an open rooftop can give you. You close your eyes and take your turn to look at the sky. You hear the crunch of rocks and dirt behind you, but you don’t dare open your eyes and look behind you, suddenly feeling as if you’ll turn to stone if you dare make eye contact with the dangerous man behind you.

“Daphne.” He says. You just shake your head, moving your long ruby curls.

“Daphne, please. What do you want me to do? The weddings two days away. I’m stuck.” Jack says.

With that, you finally open your eyes and turn around, fury in your unmet eyes.

“You’re stuck? You’re stuck?” You ask as if he’s a kindergartener and not a man in his late forties.

“Jack, don’t even try it. It’s way too late for that. Don’t do it now.” You say, with tears stuck in your eyes.

“Daphne, please. I-I- don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Do you want me to beg you to stay here? Do you want me to beg you to take the attending position so I can continue to spend every day with you? Fine. Yes. Yes, I do. I want to call Mayo and say lies about you so they’ll rescind the offer. I want you to stay here so bad with me that it hurts. It’s killing me how fucked up this all is. That’s how bad I want you here. There. Damn. Are you happy now?” Jack says, getting louder the more he goes on.

“Jack, you can’t say that. Stop, it’s-it can’t happen.”

He steps towards you and you freeze. What’s happening? You should step back. You should turn around and go back down those stairs that you came up, and back to the emergency department. But you don’t want to. You want what’s right in front of you.

When he gets to touch toe to toe with you, he reaches for your hand, playing with the friendship bracelet a twelve year old patient had given you three years before. Jack had a matching one. He skins his hands down your palms and to your fingertips. “Stop me.” He says, looping his hand through yours. “Please, stop me, if you don’t want this, stop me.”

But you want this. Of course you want this. You want nothing more than this man in front of you. The man you fell in love with six months after meeting. The one you shared your highs, lows, and everything else in between with. The man you’d spent hours after both of your shifts in the same spot just discussing life with. Jack told you a little bit here and there at first. He was testing the waters. He was testing you, seeing if he could truly trust someone with sensitive information. After, in his mind, you proved you could, he told you everything. He told you about being a medic in combat, he told you about going to school, where he did his residency, how he started at the Pitt and met Robby. There was just one story he’d never told you, and it was about the metal attachment he had beneath his pant leg that not many people knew about.

“Jack, I do-“ he interrupts you with his lips crashing on to yours. At first you’re surprised, but you almost immediately reach your hands up to cup his jaw. You let yourself savor the moment. He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling himself into you. This man, he made you almost lose control. Almost.

You’re the first one to come to your senses, pulling away as Jack chases you with his lips and you push against his chest with your right hand.

“We, we can’t do this.” You say through gasping breaths and red swollen lips.

Jacks surprised, he’s hurt. But what did he expect? He looks at you somberly, he wants to say something, but shakes his head and turns to look at the right of him instead.

“You can’t be mad. You’re getting married in a few days, Jack! You have a fiance! And you’re kissing the girl you’ve repeatedly told her not to worry about. That’s fucked up!” You scream.

“I don’t love her. Not like that. Not like you.” He says, looking back at you.

That takes you off guard. That’s a really low blow, especially coming from him. You can’t stop the tears now.

“Bullshit!” You croak out, crossing your arms over yourself, instinctively trying to protect yourself in any way you can.

He tries stepping towards you and you step back, rocks crinkling beneath sneakered feet. He’s the first to stop.

“Daphne, come on. You know it’s true. I wouldn’t lie to you.” He offers.

“Stop. Stop. I don’t want to hear any more. This is wrong. So wrong.” You throw your hands up and turn around. You’ve almost made it to the door when Jack side swipes you and jumps in front of you, pushing the door to the stairway exit closed.

“Daphne, Daphne, please, stop. Listen to me.”

“Jack, get out of the way.” You say sternly. “Let me go down the stairs.”

You try reaching for the door and he stops you.

“Stop this already. Get out of my way and go back to your future wife, I bet she’s worried about you.”

“I’ll leave. Right now. I’ll go tell her I’m in love with you and can’t marry her. I will.” He’s pleading.

“Oh, stop. You will not. Rachel is a really good girl and she doesn’t deserve that. You know that. You can’t do that to her.” You try.

“I don’t care. Just please don’t leave. I promise you I’ll go downstairs right now and tell her it’s over. I can’t lose you.”

“Ya know that’s a really fucked up thing to say right now. You could’ve said this years ago Jack. It’s too late now.”

“No, no, no. It’s not too late. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to come to my senses, but I’m here now. For you. Me and you. Just say the words.”

You look at Jack Abbot, crumbling in front of you, trying to hold it together. He’s practically on his knees begging you to stay here. But you’re not the right girl. You’re not the one with an Abbot family ring around your finger. You can’t be.

You’re silent.

He waits for a response, but one doesn’t come and after he’s deemed it enough time, he relents. Looking at you, and then away, one last time, turning around and palming the door open. He signals for you to go through.

You listen to him, for once tonight and walk through. Before he closes the door, you turn around and say, “Bye, Jack.”

He purses his lips together and pushes the door closed in response, letting the door close behind him.

Here’s the next part!

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killmeleatherface · 3 months ago

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It Had To Be You

Part 4

Dr Michael Robinavitch x f! resident (turned attending) OC

This is part 4 to my ongoing series.

Here’s the last part

AN: guys I need to tell you that I am literally writing everything on my phone. Everything!! Editing, formatting, finding pictures. I also just started writing and using this format a couple weeks ago so please forgive me. I’m so jealous of all the other creators in this fandom who have really well put together layouts, with borders, gifs and alt text. I literally don’t know how to link or make a Masterlist or tag yall so if anyone would be willing to help out, I’d appreciate it and be grateful 4 u 4ever. Love yall, you keep me inspired!!

TW: age gap relationship, babies, pregnancy, cheating, fighting, yelling, kissing, medical setting. Let me know what else I’ve missed!

—

“Please, Andi, talk to me. Please.” Robby follows you into the break room. You’re trying to ignore him, no matter how hard he’s persisting. You haven’t responded to a single call, text, or peace offering.

You still ignore him now.

“You dyed your hair.” He says to the back of your head. He’s trying to incite you with anything.

You did dye your hair, back to black. Well, not back to black, more as you had time to dye it black again. You’d had box dyed black hair until your third year of medical school where you officially gave up on touching up your roots and let your natural hair have its time. As long as you’d known Robby you’d had your natural dark brown and honey toned hair.

“There’s a strawberry filled donut I stashed for you in the fridge. I know strawberry is your favorite.”

It is.

He sits down at the table behind you now. He’s never done this before and he’s grasping at straws. He’s never had to try so hard for someone. He’s never tried so hard to regain control of a situation. Coming to the end of the chapters on the novel he’s currently working through called ‘How to Not Force Your Sub To Do What You Want When You’ve Fucked Up’

It’s almost cute. Fuck these hormones. And you were barely into your second trimester. You’re so, so insanely mad at him. He kissed someone else! And not just someone else but his ex girlfriend someone else. And okay, she did kiss him first. Ugh, were you softening that much? You were so lost. You were so sad. You needed someone. But you didn’t wish to need someone. You couldn’t help it.

“Do you want me to run to that good Chinese food spot up the street and get your usual? Egg drop soup, cashew shrimp and steamed rice?”

Somehow that sounds both outrageously delicious and nauseating.

He’s wearing you down, you didn’t know how much more you had to fight it.

This was Michael Robinavitch. Yes, he made a mistake. A huge mistake. And it really freaking sucked. But this is also the same Michael who’s made you fall in love with him, inside this hospital and outside in restaurants, parks, movie theaters, your apartments. He brought you chicken noodle soup on your seldom sick days. He’d buy tickets for the upcoming horror movie he knew you’d be dying to see and would take you on a date night even if it meant seeing a 2 hour long movie starting at 9 pm when he had to be up at 5 am. He’d truly do anything to make you smile, making you happy, make your head spin, make you laugh, make you cry. He’d single handedly touched every single crevice of your being and never let go. He was a part of your being, whether you wanted him to be or not.

He finally stands up out of his seat when the last doctor leaves the room and walks toward you.

“Andi, I’m begging you. I have no idea how clean this floor is but I will literally get on my hands and knees and beg you to talk to me. I promise you I’ll do it.” He says as he slowly starts bending to his knees. He has a bad knee that still bugs him sometime so he does some slight wincing as he descends.

Who knows if it’s the baby hormones, the exhaustion, the loneliness, or just the plain fact that you’ve loved this man for almost a decade and you’re now carrying the child you made when you were hopelessly and endlessly in a rose tinted magic bubble.

Yup, definitely the pregnancy hormones.

“Michael, stop. Get up. You’re embarrassing yourself.” You turn around to face him. He quickly comes back up to eye level with you.

“Andi, please. I will go to the ends of this earth for you to forgive me. Actually I know that will take time and I’ll do whatever I need to do so, but at least, right now, let me back in. I will say it in as many languages as you understand, I’m sorry.” He’s close to you. You can tell he’s trying his damndest to not touch you. He’s fighting hard against his basic instinct to grab hold of you and pick you up and hold you and never let go. But he knows he can’t.

Your arms are crossed and you’re giving off cold signals. He can read you like a medical chart he’s seen a hundred times before. You both know you can’t hide your feelings to each other. It’s been way too long, you’ve been a part of each other for who knows how long before you realized it yourselves.

“Michael.” You say, uncrossing your arms and leaning against the counter.

“Okay.” You finally say.

“Okay? Okay? Okay! Okay!” He repeats as if it’s the first time he’s ever hearing this word.

“I have an OB appointment upstairs today. I wasn’t going to say anything, but if you can make it, you can come.” You offer. It’s small, you know, but it is his baby you’re carrying after all.

He lights up with this. “Yes. Yes of course I’ll be there. Thank you.”

—

“Theres your baby!” The ultrasound technician decrees, pointing to the grey screen in front of her. Robby is at your side admiring it.

“Looks like you’re about 12 weeks, but baby is big. Congratulations again!” She says gliding the wand over the cold gel on your belly.

She presses a few more buttons on the machine and takes the wand off, wiping your belly with a towel and help you sit up. She reaches behind the machine and rips paper, coming back up with 3 white squares, offering them to you. She smiles and says, “Well, here’s pictures for the happy parents! Make sure you make your next appointment before you leave and take your prenatal and drinks lots of water.” She pauses as she says the last part, recognizing you’re both still in black ER scrubs. “Andrea, when you’re forcing yourself to be on your feet for 8+ hours at a time, against doctors orders, at least wear compression socks and keep your blood sugar up.” You smile and both say thanks as she steps out of the room.

You both sit there in silence, Robby standing up to come next to you.

“That’s our baby.” He whispers, almost to himself.

“Here, take one.” You say as you’re ripping the bottom ultrasound picture off, handing it to him. He immediately reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, stashing it away in there.

You really had a baby growing inside you. I mean, you saw the pregnancy test, and later the blood test. You want this. It’s just a shock. You have a living being you’re responsible for keeping alive. You’re going to be a mother.

“Listen. I don’t know what your plans are tonight, but I would really like to take you to dinner. It’d be nice to talk, outside of work, I mean.” Robby says.

You don’t want to say yes, but you are starving, which has been a rare occasion the last 6 weeks. It’s a peace offering you decide to take.

—

You end up at your favorite diner a few blocks away from the hospital. Pancakes and waffles both sounded perfect to you and Robby happily obliged.

After you’d gotten your plates of food. Robby a turkey burger with no cheese and fries with no salt, you sat in silence again, the only sound that of plates and silverware.

“Thank you for letting me come today. I really appreciate it. I can’t believe that’s ours” he finally says, wiping his mouth.

“Yeah, I know. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that myself.” You offer. You’re trying, too.

“When did you find out?” He asks.

You’d been prepared for this, telling the story to your mom. You just hadn’t been as prepared as you thought.

“I, uh, not so long story short, found out the morning I left.” You say, finally looking up at him. He stills.

“You knew…you knew you were pregnant before you decided to leave the state without notice?” He leans back in disbelief.

You don’t answer. You don’t need to. It’s the truth and you both know it.

“Fuck!” He screams. The tables around you look at the two of you, but you just smile back. Whatever he had keeping himself together all this time broke.

“Michael, you need to calm down. People are looking. You don’t need to make a scene.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Fuck it. I need to go anyways.” He moves out of the booth to stand up. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and digs out his wallet, throwing three twenties on the table.

You’ve barely touched your food, but you’re suddenly not hungry anymore. You look up at Robby and for once, he can’t make eye contact with you. He puts his wallet back in his pocket and starts walking away.

Wow, he’s really leaving.

You think about staying, but something changed in you after seeing that sonogram and you want to turn over a new leaf. So you pick up your bag and follow him.

You catch him outside the diner with his hands in his pockets looking up at the sky. He either doesn’t notice you or chooses to ignore you. Either way you sidle up next to him.

“Michael.”

“You really took off knowing my baby was in you and you didn’t even tell me.” He takes beat. “Actually, what was the plan there? Stay in Oregon forever? Never talk to me again? Never tell anyone about the baby? It’s really fucked up.”

Shit. While you weren’t clueless to how you were making others feel, hearing it put in the blunt way Robby puts everything makes you feel like the asshole.

“I don’t know. Of course not. I panicked.” You offer.

“You panicked?! We’re supposed to be getting married, telling each other everything, and you panicked?” He’s losing it.

“Hey! You don’t get to yell at me. I’m not the only one to blame here. You did cheat on me if you haven’t forgotten.” You start to talk away when he has no response.

“Wait, Andy, wait.” He calls and follows up to you.

“Stop. Stop. Okay, can we agree we both fucked up? Me a little more, but you were also irresponsible and hurtful too.”

You think about this. Were you? Or was he just trying to make himself feel better? Whatever. You we’re tired. Of working, of being pregnant, (although you loved that little baby more than anything in the world already), of fighting, of standing. Man, your feet hurt. You should get compression socks.

“Okay.” You state.

“I’m gonna make you a one time deal. And you either take it or you don’t, up to you, but it’s all or nothing.”

He looks at you to continue.

“1. You tell me everything that happened up to and during that day with Collin’s.”

He winces.

“2. We’re delaying the wedding for now. I don’t care what our friends or family say. I just…I can’t marry you right now.” You say looking away, hoping the tears won’t come.

“3. From now on, it’s complete and total honest. Total transparency. No matter what. Even when I’m mean, or crying irrationally, or anything else caused by these stupid hormonal imbalances.

And 4. We’re going to start dating again. I know that’s weird and I know we’ve known each other forever, but I deserve it. You’re gonna wine & dine me. You’re going to woo me, you’re going to sweep me off my feet.

Deal?”

In all honesty you think he would’ve agreed to sell his soul to the devil if it meant you were back in his life.

“Okay I have a question. Is that allowed?” Robby asks.

“You may ask, yes.”

“Are you still moving in with me? After your place sells. I mean that was the plan.”

Ugh, you were hoping this part would come later, or somehow never at all.

“Actually, my dad bought me a place. Well, he bought a place and I’m going to rent from him…”

“Your dad bought you another place? I thought you wanted to do the next one yourself so you could finally establish your independence. It used to be a dream of ours to invest in our own place to make our own.”

“Well, Michael, things change.” Guess you’re still not 100% ready to be nice to him. You can start tomorrow.

Robby seems hurt by this. But what are you supposed to say?

You were supposed to look at new places together. Somewhere to buy and start a life together, right before the wedding. Somewhere you’d pick out paint colors and bathroom tiles. You wince at the idea now. Oh well, maybe someday?

“Oh. I see. Alright then. Um, deal.”

“Do you want to come up? Have some tea? Talk some more. I need to get off my feet.” You offer.

This is new territory for Robby. He’s usually in control. In any other circumstance he would’ve had you bent over his knee begging for mercy a half hour ago. Now, he’s like a lost teenage boy, not knowing if he should make the next move. It’s like he’s continuously short circuiting.

But he also doesn’t want to give up.

“If I come up there I want you to know it’ll just be to talk. Nothing else.” He says out loud as if he’s promising both of you. As if he had a chance.

—

You’re laying on your couch in silence, feet propped up, per Robby. But you don’t fight it by any means. You are beat and want to rest. Your head is laid back on your sofas arm rest when Robby’s footsteps approach, baring a steaming mug.

“Here, no sugar, lots of lemon.” He hands you the mug that you smile and take, immediately bringing to your lips to blow on.

“Okay, ask your questions. Let’s get this out of the way.” Robby turns to face you on the couch, arm resting on the top, in a way that makes him try to seem relaxed.

You know what he means, but you’re not prepared. You don’t want to hear all the details of whatever was going on with Robby and his ex. But also, you may go clinically crazy if you keep swirling the scenarios around in your brain.

“Michael, just tell me. From the start to what happened the day I left. I’m too tired to wonder.” You offer, finally taking a sip of your tea.

He sits up, turning to put his mug on the coffee table. He leans forward and puts his hands on his knees, rubbing his face up and down.

“Okay. But I want to start and just say it, uh, it’s not as bad as you think.” He looks at you.

“How do you know how I bad I think it is?” You squint your eyes.

“Andi, I know you. I love you. I’m insanely in love with you. I know what you’re thinking, trust me.”

Without reply from you, he continues on. He’s nervous. So nervous in fact that he stands up with a startling force and begins walking behind you.

“I guess I’ll start the first time Heather texted me. It was a few months ago and it was at work about work. And then she’d text me be safe and have a good night on my way home. And then she accidentally texted me before bed one night and that went on a few nights. Nothing on my end, I swear. You can look at my phone, everything is still there.” He’s pacing now.

“I didn’t think anything of it, and then she started talking to me about her divorce from Alan. She’d just talk and I’d listen, I guess I figured she needed a shoulder to cry on. And then she started bringing us up, me and her. It really caught me off guard and I immediately told her there will never be an us again and I left. I told her she really crossed a line, I swear. That were coworkers and that’s it, that’s all we’ll ever be. That was, uh, the night before you left.” He stops.

The night before you left? You think back to having a day off and cooking Robby his favorite meal. The day was unusually light at the Pitt and he had texted you around 4 that he thought he’d actually be home on time. You were elated and immediately went to the specialty grocery store 30 minutes away. It wasn’t often you guys could have a special night in where you could actually relax. And stay awake. You wanted to celebrate, even though you had no idea about the already developing celebration in your belly. Actually the smell of the raw steak you were cooking made you gag that night and that’s what prompted you to take a pregnancy test the next morning. It turned out to be an eventful night for both of you, even if it was without the other.

And then he didn’t end up coming home until you were fast asleep that night. Steak and asparagus in Tupperware, gone cold hours before. Half burnt candles that caused wax to melt all over your hand carved wooden table. You didn’t care. To be more specific, you had stopped caring around 10 PM that night when the only text you received was at 8:30 PM with a simple “Sorry.”

Robby is looking at the ceiling, still standing still. You realize his eyes are closed shut and he’s trying not to shed a tear. As you’re looking at him he brings his head down and opens his eyes, beginning to walk but stopping a few steps away from in front of you.

“That night I was crushed. I hadn’t done anything and thought I might have mislead her and felt terrible. You know, I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this, but I’ll always have a sort of soft somber spot for. She was with me when Adamson died and then our baby. And before you say anything, it’s not a spot of love or yearning, because I will never feel anything close to that unless you even come close to leaving again. It’s more a spot of incredibly fucked up trauma that you shove in the back of your mind and feel bonded over in a weird way.” He stops, looking at you. He wants an answer. And the truth is, you get it. You hadn’t been at the Pitt when he and Heather were together, but what happened between them radiated for years. You know it crushed him, and it’s allowed to. Everyone is allowed to love and experience loss and be hurt and grieve. It’s totally normal. You can’t be mad at him for having feelings.

“I get it.” You offer.

“And then I don’t know, she overheard me tell someone the wedding is getting closer…or was. And that must have freaked her out because that’s when she kissed me by the lockers. Which I guess you saw and…know the rest of. But go ahead, ask me anything you want. Look at my phone. Do whatever you need to do or say or scream, I’ll take it.”

This man was bearing his soul to you. He was broken and offering whatever shards of himself he had, no matter how hurt he was. He stopped, looking up at the ceiling, forcing his eyes shut. You realized he was trying not to cry.

Robby never had a reason to lie to you. In fact, he was brutally honest. About wanting to be with you, but not wanting to risk each others jobs. About quietly loving you from afar for as long as he had to until it could be out loud. He told you when you’d made a mistake at work, big or small. He wanted you to learn. He didn’t believe in keeping his words quiet, especially with you. From the day you started working with him, until the day you stood before you, you’d never had an actual reason not to trust him. Yes, you had questioned yourself about him the weeks before you left, but now you knew it was baseless accusations.

You go to put your legs down on the ground and put your mug on the coffee table. You stand up and something falls out of your pocket. The sonogram. The little bundle of two people. Something you’ve wanted and hoped for, for so many years. And so many years you had wanted it with this man. It was all happening, just not the way you’d hoped.

Something in you clicks right there in your living room. Michael made a mistake. You also made a mistake. You could’ve been hurt, you could’ve been in an accident. He was your fiance, and before that, your partner for years, when you left without a trace. You fled the state with his child in your belly and his ring on your finger. You finally realize that you hurt him too.

You walk around to the back of the couch and stand in front of Michael. You reach your arms out and wrap them around his waist, and he tenses instinctively. He wasn’t prepared for the touch from you. You squeeze him harder and he responds by relaxing and wrapping his muscular arms around your head and shoulders.

“Okay.” You say to his chest. You nuzzle your face into his shirt and breathe deep, relishing in the familiar scent of citrus, an oaky wood and laundry detergent.

“Okay?” He asks.

You pull back and look at him, really look at him, and put your hands on his chest.

“Let’s start over. We’ve both fucked up and we’re starting fresh. Right now we promise mistakes forgiven and put behind us.”

Robby pulls you back to him and kisses the top of your head.

“Okay.” He says.

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killmeleatherface · 3 months ago

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It Had To Be You

Part 3

Dr Michael Robinavitch x f! resident (turned attending) OC

This is a Part 3 to my ongoing series

Heres the last part!

TW: yes there’s gonna be smut! P in v, oral, implied and said, kissing, medical setting, fighting, cheating, pregnancy, age gap relationship, dom sub relationship.

Robby knew where you lived because he’d started insisting on walking you home a few months ago. After your usual beers in the park with the crew, it’d end up to be you, Samira, Robby, and Jack. You’d be rehashing a pivotal case that day or laughing about how you or Samira, “the more inexperienced ones”, would intubate or draw a central line. Whatever, it was all jokes. And then it became less joking and more flirting, as you noticed Jack and Samira sitting subtly closer and closer to each other. It’d usually end in silence and either you or Samira would speak up about needing to finally head home. If it was you Robby would usually mutter something about having a question for you and sliding up to be shoulder to shoulder with you. He’d keep that pace, keeping quiet conversation about the weather, a brick building you were walking by, how he’d had an apartment on this street. He talked about whatever he could to keep your attention and not cause either of you to leave the little bubble you’d surround yourself with. Eventually you ended up at the foot of your place. You never invited him up. You couldn’t. He’s way too professional. He valued his job and your job and the working relationship too much to mess anything up. It’s not like it was explicitly against HR rules, but you were his subordinate. No matter how much it hurt to be in love with him and not be able to do anything about it. But you did always hoped he just wouldn’t stop and would follow you up one time.

And now here you were, all this time later, walking down your front steps greeted by your attending.

Man, he looks good. Really, really good. Like so tantalizingly good you’re stopped in your tracks, and admire him. A charcoal Henley under an expensive grey linen jacket and black jeans. He looked mouthwatering, especially more when he smiled at you, eyes wide.

“You look amazing.” He beams.

“Hey, you don’t look to bad yourself, doctor.” You quip.

You follow down and come to stand in front of him, in a bodycon black cotton maxi dress, black strappy heels and silver earrings. He reaches out for you and stops. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, taking a beat. He turns around and takes a step away rubbing his hands up and down his face, muttering groans of dissatisfaction.

You’re confused, very confused. “Hey, uh, Robby, what’s wrong?”

He turns back to you and says “Y/N, I just…I cannot control myself around you.” He speaks. You’re hiding your stun so he doesn’t stop going.

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but yeah, we’re gonna do it. I know you applied and interviewed with me at The Pitt and you’ve been waiting to hear back. Well, tonight, tonight, at dinner, at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, I was going to offer you the attending position.”

Now you can’t hide your shock, your eyes go wide and your mouth drops open.

“I know, I know. And I know I’m not supposed to influence you and you haven’t even graduated yet, but I need to know right now if you’re taking it. Before I can go on. It’s been killing me. I, uh, don’t want to lose one of my best people ya know.” He says.

One of his best people? That’s what you were? Why is he freaking out?

You try to step closer to him. “Um, Robby, of course I’m taking the position. I don’t want to leave here. Why would you even think I’d want to leave the Pitt?”

He doesn’t answer. Where’s he going with this? Was that what he wanted to tell you at dinner, really? That’s really nice of your attending to take his coworkers out to celebrate a job offer. So maybe this wasn’t a date. You instantly feel defeated.

His head pops up. It’s like you’ve unlocked something in him. Like he can read your mind at the current moment. The already started unraveling is speeding up. He finally reaches out to you and grabs your face. You expect him to stop, because that’s always what’s happened. And he does, he looks down at you, really searching for something.

“Am I crazy?” He asks.

You place your hands over his. “What? Why would you be-?”

He stops you and says, “What’s between us, what’s always been between us…I’m not imagining it. Me and you?”

You freeze. Were you awake? Was this really happening?

He’s waiting for an answer.

“What’s always been between us?” You ask. You need to hear him say it. You can’t your mouth betraying you.

You keep eye contact as he says, “Nothing. A good working relationship. I’m just having a moment, tired. Long shifts, ya know. Come on, let’s go to dinner. I’m starved.”

What? What? No, no, no, no, no, no. This is very bad. You realized you’ve answered wrong. He put the ball in your court and you threw it in the complete opposite direction. This is the most confusing man you’ve ever met in your life. What was happening? You could’ve sworn you knew exactly what he was going to say and again, you were wrong. Dead wrong.

He sticks his heads in his pockets, immediately making you miss the warmth of his touch. He starts heading down the sidewalk. So you follow him.

—

Your sat across the table from Robby, barely touched plates in front of you. It’s been a very awkward dinner. You can’t understand what went wrong. Maybe nothing had gone wrong and you were imagining everything. Maybe Robby has just needed a friend all this time.

“Do you work tomorrow?” You ask, making polite conversation. As if you don’t know this man better than he knows himself. He just shakes his head.

By the time the checks come you’ve finished 2 bottles of wine between the 2 of you. Obviously you weren’t the only one who needed your nerves calmed.

You don’t intend for him to walk you home, but you don’t mind his presence, even if you’re both walking in silence. Man this night didn’t end up like you expected.

—

2 Weeks Later

You’ve finally graduated residency. You feel such a wave of relief it’s insane. You’re also about to embark on a week off before you started as an attending at PTMC.

You’re still glad you’ve taken the job, even if you haven’t had a proper conversation with Robby since your not date. Man, you missed him. You missed being able to debrief after an especially long shift. You missed feeling the cool air on your skin as you sat next to each other sharing whatever candy you’d had in your pockets. You just missed his presence. Not as your coworker, not as your attending, but as your friend, your person.

You zone out of your thinking and come back to the bar you’re sitting at with Samara.

“To being attendings!” You clink 2 shot glasses together.

You throw the burning drinks back and suck a lime.

“These are for you too. From the guys down the bar.” The bartender places 2 sprites in front of you and you look at each other, then down the bar.

You see a familiar grey haired man with a friendly smile, Jack Abbot. He raises his glass in a sort of salute. You feel Samara light up. You notice movement next to Jack’s shoulder. There he is. An equally familiar for different ways brunette. Michael Robinavitch.

“Did they just send us soda? Really? Lame!” Samara jokingly yells. “Im going to personally complain. I’ll be back.” And before you can reply she’s picking up 2 more shots and heading over to the 2 attendings. You’d go see Robby, but you’d rather not sour your mood and you’re sure he’d rather be left alone.

You see Samara approach the guys and they offer a friendly smile. Samara leans into Robby and simultaneously makes him smile, causing him to look at you. Robby gets out of his seat, tips his drink to the fast approaching couple and leaves. He head towards you.

Almost in an instant he’s occupying the seat your friendly was just in.

“Hey.” He offers with a smile.

The presence of him next to you makes you want to melt. You just want your best friend back. Even if you’re not his. But your wants could be put aside. You were a doctor, you knew to put the greater good before a single person.

“Hey.” You offer back with a turn.

The silence that follows is awkward. It’s loud. This sucks. You’re annoyed, just what you didn’t want to happen. You’re about to open your mouth and say a lie about how you need to leave, but when Robby sees your awkwardly tense up he goes to say something.

“Listen, I’m no good at doing this. I think we both know that. Can we get out of here and talk?” He inquires.

He’s offering a metaphorical olive branch. You nod.

He’s called the bartender to settle both of your tabs, after sending another round of shots to Jack and Samara, stating “they’ll need it.”

You’re on the warm streets of Pittsburgh halfway to your apartment when you break the ice.

“What’s been going on with you? With us?”

He ponders this. “I know, like I said. I messed that up. I wanted to take you out and offer you the job, but I didn’t do it right. You deserve more.” He’s talking about the job but you feel he’s using job for a different term.

“Well, I accepted the job. I’m an attending now. We’re both attendings. We’re on the same level now.” You offer back. Which isn’t exactly true, but semantics, semantics. Maybe the alcohol you’d had in the hours before had made you calmer and looser than you thought. You’re pulling at what you feel he wants to say, trying to slowly reel it out of him so you can celebrate your prized catch. He looks at you.

“We are not on the same level here.” He offers.

You’re in front of your apartment now. “Michael, what the hell are you talking about? Can you just spit out what you’ve been wanting to tell me so we can go back to being friends?” You don’t mean to say it with such an attitude but you’re over it. You either stay friends and be fellow attendings, and maybe your relationship will stay the same. And maybe he doesn’t actually love you like you love him. Whatever. You’d take it. As long as he was in your life.

He’s silent for a long time. It’s like something is bubbling at the surface and he’s terrified of letting it erupt.

You decide to help. “Okay, whatever. I’m not your subordinate anymore and you can’t fire me so I’m just going to say it. I think I know what you wanted to tell me 2 weeks ago, or at least what I was hoping you’d tell me. And you’re scared as hell to say something. Which I get, I totally do. But it’s been way too long to keep playing games Michael. You owe me more than that. You owe it to yourself, to us..” You leave the last part out there.

Yup, the alcohol had made you very confident.

Something’s burst in him. Using us, as if there is an us.

“Us? What about us?” He asks.

Do I have to say it?

“Fine, I’ll say it. I’m in love with you. I have been for a really long time. And I know that might be stupid and I know you might not feel the same. Which is fine. I just couldn’t not tell you. It’s been driving me crazy and when I thought you felt the same and then didn’t, I thought I’d be okay hiding it. But I’m not. I’m too proud to hide my love for you anymore. I’m not good enough an actor to play like this doesn’t matter. Like you don’t matter to me.”You burst with words.

Michael looks at you and in an instant is in front of you hands darting to your jaw. He finally, finally, crashes his lips down to meet yours. Taking, searching, trying to absorb everything that you’ve been missing for so many years. You don’t know how long you stand there making out in the street in front of your apartment kissing like horny teenagers, but you don’t care. Eventually Robby pulls back.

“I love you too. If it wasn’t obvious enough already.” He says scanning your face.

“Finally.” You say.

“Do you want to come up?”

You hear Robby’s steps come up behind you as they wrap around your waist. His lips are on shoulders, slowly going up your neck. He’s handsy, you’d always suspected, but it’s nice to be reassured.

Here’s the next part!

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It Had To Be You

Part 2

Dr Michael Robinavitch x f! resident (turned attending) OC

AN: this is a part 2 to my ongoing series about Dr Robby on The Pitt. I am very new to Tumblr and formatting so pls forgive any formatting mistakes. I’m just having fun being creative and I hope you enjoy :)

TW: kissing, petting, age gap relationship. No smut in this one :) cursing, medical setting.

Summary: You and Dr Michael Robinavitch started as friends, attendings exchanging information. Until he asked if tou wanted to go to a diner to talk about an especially hard shift. The rest was history. That was years ago and your forbidden fling became an actual relationship, boyfriend and girlfriend. And then the love of your life proposes. Life couldn’t be better, until it comes crashing down. You catch the person you couldn’t be more in love kissing his ex girlfriend in a trauma room when they obviously thought no one was looking. You instantly react with fight of flight instinct and flee home, using all your vacation and sick time. You escape, leaving behind no call or text for your fiance and get the first flight out of there. Now you’re back. And life didn’t wait for your arrival, it just kept on coming like a freight train at The Pitt.

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2 Years Ago

“Listen, I really wanted to talk to you about something” the man next to you eyes the nurses station, while talking to you to see if anyone else is listening to him. He comes back to look you in the eyes. He loves eye contact.

“Can I take you for a bite to eat after work?” Robby asks you. The way he was looking at you was unusual, not that he never looked at you, but there was an unknown glimmer of something else behind his words. It also wasn’t usual for you guys to share a meal, although it was usually at a diner a few blocks away from the hospital. Or on top of the roof shoulder to shoulder looking at the lights of the city. Sometimes, if you got really lucky, you’d be able to share a 10 minute break in the designated break room, where you could actually sit down and enjoy your food. Robby never brought anything besides a granola bar or apple, so you’d, almost without thinking, started packing extra snacks for him. You’d double up the amount of cucumber slices, or dates, you’d throw an extra sandwich together “just in case.” And Robby always took it with a large smile that you came to know was only reserved for you.

You put the iPad you’ve been looking at but not really reading and turn to your attending.

“Yeah, Dr. Robby. I could go for a bite to eat,”You smile back.

“Alright. I was a little hopeful you’d say yes and I made reservations at 9 PM.” He says quietly.

Because of course he did. Michael Robinavitch takes charge. He knew, even if for some crazy reason you said you couldn’t, he could still convince you to agree. There was a way he looked at you, made deep eye contact with you, that hit something inside of you so deep that you didn’t know it existed in you before. You never said anything out loud but this man has an extremely tight hold on your heart. You hadn’t even been on a date, hell you hadn’t even kissed, let alone held hands. Actually, neither of you even crossed any real boundaries that would have Gloria up in arms about. More him than you kept whatever was between you as professional as he could while also making it known you were some form of special to him beyond coworkers.

He’d opened up to you about things. Growing up with his grandmother, how he didn’t know who he was talking to but in really hard situations in the Pitt he’d talk to someone, something, for something resembling hope. He talked about his relationship with Adamson, how he changed how he saw medicine when he started working with him. How much Adamson taught him not only professionally, but personally. How it took him years to realize how wrecked he was because of letting his best friend go and not being able to properly grieve him or any other person during the literal hell that was Covid. You never said anything back, just nodded, and every once in a while you’d reach for his hand and he’d let you stroke his thumb in comfort.

You knew you loved him a year into your residency. You always thought he was the sexiest man you’d ever met, almost immediately upon shaking his hand. But loving him took longer. You weren’t even more than friends when you’d realized it. You were on the roof top after an especially brutal shift. There was a multiple car pile up that brought 10 cars of people in, none of them be able to be saved. You and Robby were involved in calling TOD on most of them. It was brutal. He was looking to the skyline when he turned around, making immediate eye contact with you.

“I know I’m your attending and I know you’re my resident but I’m too fucking tired to pretend right now. Way too fucking tired.” And with that he approached you, stepping forward with his hands and skimming them down to wrap around your waist, pulling him into you. You’re surprised he made the first move but you don’t dare pull away. You relish in hearing his heartbeat through his chest, bringing your arms up to wrap around his shoulders. You of course don’t speak the actual words to him for quite some time but on some level you think he knows you so well that he’s known the whole time.

Now all these years later you were finishing residency and weeks away from being an attending. Years of being Robby’s confidante, secret favorite resident, and best friend (besides Jack).

“I’ll pick you up at 8:30 if…that works.” He puts the iPad down. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds good Michael.” You respond quietly.

If you were right, and you were, because you knew him, he was nervous. More so than usual, and it wasn’t about any of your coworkers hearing. Was it because he’d asked you to dinner? Was it because this was a date?

This was a date right? He made reservations, he asked you out and it wasn’t to a greasy diner. It had to be a date. You know you weren’t alone in your feelings, either. Not even close. If Robby knew you, you knew him. You could predict his next move before he made it. His heartbeat was yours. You almost moved as one when you were both with the same patient in the Pitt. It was magical, almost like a staged opera. Mesmerizing.

And to prove your point, like he can read your mind Robby leans in to you and says “Just so there’s no doubt about this in any way. I’m done playing around. You’re not going to be my resident anymore in less than 2 weeks and it’s as long as I can wait. Look at me.” You take your eyes away from the nursing station, and look up into his eyes. But I want to be very clear about what you’re accepting. All my cards are on the table. Are we on the same page doctor?” And prods, obviously eyeing your lips.

“Yes Dr, I think so.” You reply.

So this would be a date.

Here’s the next part!

AN continued: I edited this a bit to take out some too steamy stuff at work but no big deal in plot ways

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killmeleatherface · 4 months ago

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OneShot-

The Incident

This is a companion to my series “It Had To Be You”

AN: This is it guys! I’m on a writing kick right now and instead of including this part in a chapter I figured I’d write it out separately.

TW: cheating, hospital setting, crying, no smut, maybe some angst??

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It was one of those slightly chilly spring mornings in Pittsburgh. The air smelled crisp through your open bathroom window. It smelled inviting. But you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the item in front of you.

A white stick with a blue lid. One that dawned +Pregnant in its grey window. You were leaning against your bathroom counter in disbelief. Well, not disbelief because you know how this happened. More…shocked. You didn’t think it’d happen already. So soon.

You don’t know if you should laugh, cry, dance, or scream. You were having a baby. You and your fiance were going to have a baby.

Then you thought of your fiance. The dark haired man that you loved still sleeping peacefully in your bed. Should you wake him up? You think.

You decide against it and pick up the stick, slide it back into its original foil packaging and stick it in a plastic bag. You hide it in your makeup bag in hopes of telling him later.

After zipping up your makeup bag you head over to the shower, turning it to a hotter setting where steam eventually fills the space. You lean against the towel rack on the wall and soak it in. Life was about to change in a big way.

You pick your head back up and start undressing. After you’ve taken your shirt off you look at your bare stomach. You place your hand on your lower belly and feel the no longer empty space. There was a very early stage embryo living in your body. A mixture of yours and your loves best parts, joined together.

You step into the shower, immediately enveloped by the hot water and steam. It feels amazing. You let your eyes close and lean your head back under the stream. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey” Robby peaks his head in. “I need to get in there.” He says softly.

“Then join me, my love.” You call out. There’s silence in response.

“Uh, no, it’s uh, it’s okay. I can wait until you’re done.” He says and closes the door.

You open your eyes and want to say something back but choose not to. Just another thing he’s been doing that’s been so weird lately. Whatever. Maybe it was pre wedding jitters.

You finish your shower and dry off. You do a touch of makeup and get dressed, making sure to snag the pregnancy test and stick it in your scrub pocket on the way out.

Robby’s pouring coffee into 2 thermoses when you step into the main living area. He’s looking the other way and doesn’t notice you’re walking towards him. You instinctively reach your arms out to wrap around his waist when your apparently sudden touch seems to surprise him. He immediately turns around pushing your hands down in the same movement.

What the hell?

“Hey baby good morning.” He softly smiles.

You soften because you immediately feel like you’ve been overreacting.

You return the smile and good morning. He holds out your favorite thermos and offers “I’ve gotta head in early. Jack called me and I guess it’s chaos there.”

This isn’t at all unusual, but for some reason this heightens your curiosity. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones.

“Oh, bummer. I was hoping we could’ve had breakfast this morning, but duty calls. I can head in with you.” You say.

“No, my love, it’s alright, I uh,” he stammers, “I’m gonna go. Love you.” He picks up his thermos, plants a kiss on your head and turns around, heading for the front door after he slings on his hoodie and backpack.

Well damn. Already gone. You were really hoping to head to your favorite diner a couple blocks from the hospital together and tell him your great news. It was his news too, anyways.

Oh well. You sit at the kitchen island and sip your coffee before you ultimately decide to head in too.

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On your walk into The Pittsburg Medical Trauma Center you realize you were right about it being a nice day. You have a light sweater on can actually enjoy walking towards your job right now.

Crossing into the metal detector and saying pleasantries to Ahmad like usual, you pass a full waiting room. But that’s not unusual. It’s a main trauma center in a busy area, there was sadly hardly a time it wasn’t packed.

You get buzzed into the main receiving area and see a mostly empty nurses desk. It’s quiet in there beyond the usual beeps of monitors. Hmm. You decide to put your bag down and find your fiance, intent on bringing him his favorite pastry from a bakery you passed by on your walk to work. But where is he?

Holding 2 pastries in one hand you begin searching for Robby. He’s probably in a trauma room, no big deal. After searching 10 minutes you decide to head into the break room and send a text, saying you’re waiting for him there when he gets a chance.

But you’re stopped in your tracks when you hear familiar voices by the staff lockers. It’s a girl and a guy. Who is that?

It’s Robby and Heather Collin’s. Otherwise known as your fiance and his ex girlfriend.

What the hell?

“Robby, I can’t. I can’t do this.” Heather pleads quietly.

“You’re getting married and I-I- know that but there’s something in me that I just need to” and silence.

Is he still there? Did he walk away?

You step forward, not knowing what you’re doing but curiosity getting the best of you. What you see breaks you. It makes you want to scream, cry, and punch a hole through the wall next to you.

You’re frozen. You think you might actually die. You feel your insides drop to the floor. You want to collapse.

Michael Robinavitch and Heather Collin’s are kissing in the emergency department. The love of your life, the father of your child, your other half, is kissing another woman.

You come back to yourself and quietly walk away as fast as you can. You drop the pastries on the front desk and bolt out there. You grab your bag and head for the exit, everything and everyone a blur around you.

AN: thanks everyone for the love!! And yup, our beloved Robby is a cheater!! I knooooow. But trust me, ;) This def won’t be the only one shot of this couple. I have a few more ideas for suuuure.

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killmeleatherface · 4 months ago

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It Had to Be You

Part 1

Dr Michael Robinavitch x f! resident (turned attending) OC

AN: hey everyone! This is the 1st part in my multiple part series. I’m still very new to this and slowly learning how to format and edit so bare with me not being able to always link everything together :) but it’s all on my profile and very easy to find! As of 5/9/25 there is 4 parts out and a one shot!

Warnings: smut, so much smut. P in v, handjob, shower sex, lots of kissing, cheating, age gap relationship (not defined but reader is assumed to be in late 20s and Michael is early 50s) mention of kinks. Pls let me know more!

Established relationship/Engaged.

Dr Robby x F! Attending

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Fuck.

You couldn’t believe you were up at this hour, let alone 2 hours before. It never gets easier, especially after a prolonged vacation. You were on the day shift because The Pitt was severely lacking in staff and you were happy to cover when you could. And you definitely could, because you owed a majority of the day staff a big favor.

You walk through the metal detectors and give Ahmad a smile. He returns after a facial stutter. Ugh. Already?

You pull your bag tighter over your shoulder and keep going. Past the full chairs of the waiting room, past the eyeing nurses seated at intake. You just ignored their looks and said thank you with a smile as they buzzed you through the double doors of the emergency room.

“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes!” Dana immediately beams as she sees you walking in. “It’s good to have you back, kid.” You walk over to the short blonde nurse that is like a best friend and second mother to you. Langdon walks around the corner the same time you’re dropping your bag under the counter and says, “Oh! Didn’t realize you’d finally choose today to be gracious enough to offer us your presence, Spencer” in a very annoyed tone.

Fuck. How many more times were you going to say that today? You really should stop cursing you think, but maybe that habit can die another day. Today was definitely going to be a day where a substitute word wouldn’t suffice. “Hi, Langdon. Yes I’m back and yes I’m sorry. I owe you and Dana and pretty much everyone else in the department on days pizza.” Langdon looks at you still very unamused.

“That’s a start.” He walks away, picking up an iPad and heading away into a patient room. Dana walks next to you.

“Ignore him for now. He’ll forgive you. He’s more annoyed with you know who then he is with you. He’s been let’s say, less cheery than usual.” You pull your long black hair halfway up into a claw clip and turn to your friend, silently eyeing her to continue.

“Look, I don’t want to get into your business, but he’s been a wreck for the past month and a half. He definitely hasn’t been sleeping, I don’t know if he even goes home half the time. I know what he did was and is majorly fucked up and I’m on your side. I’m not saying forgive him by any means but just be warned, he’s not himself without you.” She reaches a hand up to put it on your shoulder.

“Also, you picked a hell of a day to come back because he’s on shift.” She eyes behind you.

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10 weeks ago

The way Michael Robinavitch kissed you was electric. You’d never felt something so substantially soul taking until you knew his lips on yours. He was a drug you wished you could have more of, always itching for a fix of when you weren’t together.

Right now he was placing soft kisses up your neck, gliding by your clavicle, up to your jugular and finally nipping at your ear and whispering “is that right sweetheart?” When you moan in want. More. More. You could never get enough.

“Michael” you gasp.

“Tell me more” He replies through lips kissing back to yours. He leans back and looks at you in admiration. Like a proud hunter who’s bagged his prey.

You reach up to cup his face. His beard longer than usual, just the way you liked it. You raked your fingers through his facial hair and back to his hair, grabbing a gentle hold and pulling, just a bit of roughness to add to what you were hoping was foreplay.

Robby closes his eyes and tilts his head back. “Oh you’re naughty baby. Okay let’s see.” He says with a wicked smile. His large hand cups your jaw and you manage to suck his thumb into your mouth, causing him to pause momentarily, watching your pink lips wrap around his thumb.

He doesn’t stop long and instead glides his hand down your throat, putting pressure where he knows will make you feel a sort of dizzy but not cause any problems breathing. You moan and he responds by dipping his head to your shoulder, moving your oversized t shirt down. He kissed down your arm and said “I think we should lose this.” As his hands moved from your neck down and head under your shirt. You happily let him and he pushed himself up, straddling your waist. You pulled your shoulders up and he easily lifted the shirt above your above your head, throwing it in a random direction, taking his off and doing the same. Now you both were in your underwear, an obviously hard Robby beaming down at you.

“Beautiful girl. My beautiful girl. I could look at your forever.” He says in a gravely low voice. Sounding like he’s trying not to break. Trying not to rip your underwear off. Trying not to claim you in the most savage ways.

You bring your left hand into both of your views and smile.

“Well good thing you put a ring on it, baby.” You say, eyeing your large engagement ring that he surprised you with 6 months ago.

“Mmm I did, didn’t I?” Robby runs his hand back down your neck to your chest and palms your right breast, holding on to a nipple and twisting it. He eyes you and says “Baby I hate to do this but if we both want to get what we want then we need to have a quickie or you can let me take care of you in the shower.”

So that’s what you do. Immediately pushing him off, simultaneously saying shower and stripping your panties off. You run to the shower, turning it on to a warm temperature and feel Robby behind you. He glides his hand down your stomach and before he hits your most sensitive spot he says against your neck, “Before we get in, condom or no condom?” You crane your neck and close your eyes. You’d talked about going condom free since you guys were going to be officially married soon, but never got around to actually practicing it. You thought about it for a few seconds and you knew you wanted to feel him all the way. As an answer you turn around smile and reach down to his shaft. He’s so thick, your hand barely fits around it. You give it a few strokes and kiss him. Cupping his jaw and slowly waking backwards, into your steaming shower.

Robby senses what you’re doing and smiles through the kisses and moans. He pushes you against the wall and crashes into you. “Fuck baby I’m wound up, if you keep going I’m-” he says as you twist your wrist. He plants a hand against the shower wall and lets the water stream down his head and enjoy the moment. Finally he pulls your hand away him and in one quick motion he’s leaning down and grabs your ass, pulling your legs around his waist. He kisses you hard and walks the 3 steps to sit down. He has a larger shower in his apartment, one made of stone that’s about 10 feet by 10 feet. It’s very spacious and appreciated in activities such as what you’re partaking in.

Robby sits himself down and positions you on top of him. You tease the tip of his hard cock, rubbing yourself on it with your slick wetness. You make small circles with your hips, doing a sort of secret dance to entice your partner. You feel his cock jump.

“Come on baby, you’re killing me.” Robby moans with ecstasy. You don’t listen and keep going, but don’t get far when he puts both his hands on either hip and pulls you down slowly.

“That’s right baby. You know who’s in charge.” He slurs in a sex fueled drunken state.

You start riding your fiancé up and down feeling every inch of him until you hit 100% and you both groan. It’s amazing. He’s amazing.

After just a few more movements of your hips a familiar heat makes its space known in your belly. Wow, this is fast, even for him.

“Fuu-I’m gonna” you moan.

“Good baby, good. Me too. Let it go” he kisses your neck and thrusts up to you. You lose it and your heat spasms around Michael’s cock and you scream. It feels like it goes on forever and then Michael follows suit, finally erupting and filling every spasm of his cock be let go into you. His orgasm is loud and beautiful and you love watching him unravel.

It feels like an eternity has passed when your vision returns to normal and you sit yourself up. Robby hazily looks at you and smiles.

“Let’s finish this shower before we’re both late for work.” He says.

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You couldn’t believe it. Of all days. Of all fucking days. Ugh! You should’ve checked with Dana about starting today, but you also felt if you called anyone and said anything, you’d lose your gumption and never come back. You still wouldn’t be here today, but you’d ran out of time to take off and you needed a job.

Whatever. If Robby is here, you’ll avoid him. It’s just for a day, you can make sure you’re on opposite shift of him after that. You stay in the back of the group for rounds. You’re an attending, it’s not like a resident who needs to impress anyone.

Mohan slides up next to you.

“Hey stranger.” She whispers as she bumps your shoulder. You look over to your best friend and smile.

“We’ve missed you here.”

You don’t know about that. From what you’ve already heard it’s been almost a shit show, more than usual, at least partly because of your absence.

“Thanks dude, but you’re a bad liar.” You smile.

“Well, I missed you. That’s not a lie. It’s so much more fun working a case with you than it is with anyone else, especially he who may not be named Mr Grumpy Pants.”

She’s talking about Robby and trying to be nice about it, since you’ve told her you don’t want to hear his name.

“Speaking of him, what are you going to do about it? Have you talked to him?” She inquires.

You look past the small crowd and directly at the man you’re talking about. He’s in a black hoodie and his signature cargo pants. He has his stethoscope around his neck and he’s talking with his hands about a case that the previous shift had. He always does that, he’s always doing something with his hands. It’s almost endearing, like a nervous tick. Like he can’t let them sit still or they’ll come off his arms and fly away.

You look at your friend who’s waiting for an answer. “No, no I haven’t. And I don’t plan on it. He doesn’t deserve it.” You say matter of factly.

Robby claps his hands and says have a great shift. Your immediately turn around trying to disperse with the group, meaning to sneak away, and you’re almost successful, until you realize you’ve left your phone in the kitchen on your last coffee run. Ugh. You head that way.

You open the door and you’re looking down at something on your badge when you come face to face with the last person who ever want to talk to.

“What the fuck.” Robby says almost too loud.

You roll your eyes and don’t make eye contact. “Just left my phone in here, that’s it.”

Robby puts his coffee mug down on the counter and says “You just left your phone in here?! You. Just. Left. Your. Phone.” He rubs his hands down his face. Another signature move with a part of his body your body is way too familiar with.

He’s malfunctioning. You don’t blame him. His fiance who he spends almost every waking moment with is right in front of him again. The same fiance who disappeared without warning 6 weeks before. It’s like you’re a ghost. A ghost of all things good that’s come back to haunt him in a way to hint at what a good life you can have. And he could’ve. He could’ve had you as a wife, a partner, a best friend, a confidant that will do anything for him. But he lost that privilege.

You don’t say anything to him. You try to turn around and he grabs your shoulder. “Come on, Y/N, that’s all I get? You disappear for 6 weeks and don’t answer any of my calls or texts and all I get is some bullshit about forgetting your phone? You show up back here without even an acknowledgement to me and I don’t get a simple explanation? I have to find out from Dana that you’ve gone home to your moms and you’re safe. I even called your mom, you know that? I never thought I’d have to call your parents on you. Like some sick fucking daddy daughter joke because of our age gap. It’d be almost comical if it was another situation. And now you’re here in front of me and can’t even-Youre my fiance and you won’t even speak to me!” He runs his hands over his face and through his hair. He leans his head down on his arms placed on the counter. He looks up at you. He’s eyeing you as if he’s searching for something. Searching for words you’re not saying, things he can help, anything. He needs something. Hes silently begging you to stop. But you haven’t really done anything. You can’t stop what’s already in motion, no matter how desperately you wish you could.

He’s unraveling. Actually, he’s already lost it. He’s broken. You broke Michael Robinavitch.

But you don’t care. You really couldn’t care less. You cross your arms and for the first time ever you wish someone would interrupt you and the man in front of you at work. Anything to get you out of this situation. You didn’t know what to say to him. You didn’t even want to look at him. You thought your vacation away would allievate the pain you hold in some fashion but you realize now it hasn’t even touched it. Robby has you seething with anger. The man you said yes to spending the rest of your life with. The man you dreamed of getting a house and picking out every little detail with. The man who could say sweet nothings to you as long as he was stroking your hair and laying next to you in bed. The man that at some point became someone who felt like was your missing piece without. Like you weren’t whole unless he was there. Now, standing in front of the tall doctor who’d you’d just decided flower choices for your wedding with made you physically ill. Or actually you were really nauseous. Ugh.

“Please, I’m begging you. Tell me what’s been going on. I’ve been this close to checking myself into the 9th floor. Please baby.” Robby steps closer.

He’s reaching for you. You step back.

“Robby, I’m not doing this now. Not here…actually, ya know for a really intelligent guy you’re being a huge idiot right now. Think about it bud.” You point to your head. “And I’m not your baby anymore.”

You turn and head towards the door feeling instantly more nauseous. Fuck. Fuuuck. You cannot puke right now.

Robby again reaches for you. He manages to grab your wrist and flip you around. Your almost toe to toe with him touching shoes and you finally allow yourself to look up at his deep brown eyes. Man, you let your self think for a moment, how truly handsome he is.

Then he cups your jaw as he’s done dozens of times before and you grab his wrist, pulling his hands off of you. Something you’ve never done before. Robby tenses. He closes his eyes. In your relationship, you don’t just take your significant others hands off of you. He doesn’t know what to do. There’s always been such clear boundaries before, something you’ve had since your very first actual date. Where you learned Michael was a dom and wanted his girl to be comfortable being a sub. You weren’t at all unfamiliar with what he was asking for, and something ignited in you to prod him with your extreme interest. You weren’t surprised either. He had to be demanding for his job. He had to be in charge. He couldn’t lose his cool. That’s what a dom is. And right now he has no semblance of having it together. You know what he wants to do. He wants to pin your wrists above your head and leave tingling bite marks down your neck to claim his territory. He’s wondering how dare you take your hands off what’s his but he’s also tired and confused and seemingly malfunctioning. This is brand new territory for both of you and you wish you weren’t here.

Something ignited in you suddenly and you have the sudden empathetic bone you didn’t know you still had for Robby. You’re fully aware this man was your everything. And you were his. It wasn’t always such a clustered mess.

You step back and look at the ceiling, willing yourself not to cry.

You can’t break down. You can’t puke. Your body is fighting so many things at once. You put your head down and meet your match’s eyes. He’s watching you. Waiting. His mind still reeling.

“Listen, just box up whatever’s mine at your place and drop it to the girls at intake. Tell them to let me know it’s there.” You throw your hands up in defeat.

“Y/N, we’re supposed to get married here soon. What do you mean put everything in a box? You don’t want to get married anymore. What a fucking day.” You eye him.

“What a fucking day? What a fucking day? How about what a fucking month? What a fucking life I’ve wasted! Of course I don’t want to marry you!” You scream.

“You disappear for over a month, I almost put an amber alert out on you, I get no information , and now you’re calling off our engagement?” He steps closer to you.

“If you don’t want to marry me, why are you still wearing my ring around your neck?” He inquires. He’s reaching. He’s assuming. He’s calling your bluff. He’s doing anything he can to stop this conversation but still keep you in the room. You reach into your scrub top and pull out the chain, exposing a circle pendant with the letter of your first name. Not your engagement ring that you usually kept on a necklace while working because you loved to show you were claimed even if it wasn’t outright obvious. You reach into your scrub pocket and feel the cold of your engagement ring. You pull it out and hold it out to him.

“Here.”

Robby’s eyes widen. He doesn’t take it, but you’re not putting it back in your pocket, so you put it on the break room table in front of you.

“Besides I thought you’d be shacked up with Collin’s and my shit would be thrown away by now.” You say coldly.

That was it. That was what truly broke him. He lost it and tears formed in his eyes.

“Collin’s? What?” And then it dawns on him. “You saw that didn’t you? Please let me explain. I, uh, she, she kissed me and I froze. I know I shouldn’t have and I should have pushed her away immediately and I’m so so incredibly sorry.”

You don’t hear the rest of it before you feel bile race up your throat and you sprint to the trash can, pulling your hair back by instinct. You throw up whatever’s left of your breakfast and wipe your mouth.

Robby’s hand is on your lower back, rubbing circles. He’s over you obviously concerned. “Y/N, please let me..are you okay?”

“No. No I’m not okay.” You look up at him. Whatever, it’s not the perfect time but he doesn’t deserve perfect. You didn’t get it.

“But I am pregnant.”

Heres the next part!

AN: this will definitely be a series don’t worry! Idk how many parts but between flashbacks I have in mind and the future possibilities, it will be at least a few more parts :)

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