#michaelrobinavitchmine

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warnings & tags: reader is referred to as “mama” and is implied to be younger

thinking about yours and Robby’s son who for the longest time thinks your first name is “kid”, because that’s always what your husband refers to you as.

and the way you come to that realization is even funnier because you’d heard your baby say “kid” a few times but didn’t think much of it. you had no reason to suspect anything since he always referred to you as “mama” anyway.

until at one point you find him pointing to a picture of Robby when he was younger and trying his best to say “Michael” (which sounded more like eye-kuh to be honest). And before you could praise him for his efforts, he enthusiastically starts shouting “kid! Kid! Kid!” except he’s now pointing to a picture of you from your wedding day.

When Robby comes home later that night, you just grab him and quickly drag him to the living room where your son was playing.

“Baby, who’s this?”

“EYE-KUH”

“And who am I?”

“Kid!” And Robby just stares at the two of you with his eyes wide open for a second before he bursts out laughing. you join in along with your son who doesn’t exactly know why you’re all laughing but is more than happy to take part in it.

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+18 mdni (reader is described as younger and is implied to have adhd)

you know what would be the perfect way to help dr. robby decompress? cockwarming.

the first time it happens, i’m imagining this poor old man (affectionate) coming home exhausted and he’s just over everything. enters you, his chaotic younger girlfriend who notices he’s struggling but knows there’s no words that can make this situation better right now.

so instead, you drag him to the couch and start unzipping his pants (he’s about to protest but you shush him and tell him to trust you). you settle on top of him, both of you moaning and sighing when you finally sink all the way down on his cock. but instead of moving as you usually would, you surprise him by simply sitting in that position and wrapping your arms around him. only occasionally moving to kiss the freckles on his neck or to fidget with his gold chain. the intimacy and closeness of it helps him feel grounded after a traumatic shift and helps you feel a little more connected to him and helps temporarily quiet down your brain

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i think robby would be such a kind and loving boyfriend to his chaotic younger gf. think soft and patient smiles while he watches you messily pick out an outfit and deciding at the last minute you wanna change your jewelry. or reassuring hugs when he notices you getting overwhelmed after leaving too many things till the last minute. or the way he comes rushing to the kitchen when he hears something break. not to scold you, never that, but to make sure you’re okay and tend to any wounds the sharp edges of the glass you broke might’ve caused. think him kissing your finger in an exaggerated manner after putting a bandaid on it cause he knows it’ll pull a laugh out of you. or him letting you fidget with his gold chain/stroke his beard while you sit on his lap as you try and fail to focus on the show you’re watching.

he can’t even remember what his place looked like before you, and he doesn’t want to. you’re the most precious thing to him and any chaos you bring into his life is a reminder of all the good things he has now. so it’s only natural for him to wanna make you feel loved and valued

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Too Much

18+ MDNI

Summary: a tense situation with Robby brings out your deepest insecurities and possibly threatens your relationship.

Michael Robinavitch x reader

1.7K II Content warnings and tags: implied suicidal thoughts, mental health issues such as ADHD, PTSD and depression (reader has ADHD and is implied to suffer from depression), self hate, internalized ableism (related to reader's ADHD), Robby calls reader "sweetheart" and "kid", no physical descriptives for reader, written with an age gap in mind but no specific age are mentioned, open ending. Please let me know if I missed anything. AN: I suspect this story is the result of my Adderall finally improving my focus combined with my various hot girl mental illnesses (including anxiety induced by said Adderall). Big thank you to my hot, talented Greek mythology loving wife @butyoudidthis4what for coming up with the title, helping with the summary and beta reading this. I hope you'll recover from the mental damage you got from being friends with me.

“Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”

Michael’s voice cracks as he moves to pull you in a bone crushing hug as you step into his apartment for the second time that night. He inhales deeply as his lips fall to your forehead to kiss it. The gesture grounds him, eases some of the worry he’d been carrying on his shoulders ever since you left.

Truth is, you’d spent the last four hours contemplating everything and nothing on a bench in a park you stumbled upon when you left earlier. It’s a miracle you weren’t mugged or attacked at this hour, not that you were particularly bothered by the thought of finally being put out of your misery once and for all in the state you were currently in.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sor-”

“Please don’t apologize Michael.” You sigh as you cut him off, eyes itching from all the crying you did earlier. It’s true he shouldn’t have spoken to you that way earlier, shouldn’t have been so sharp with his words, but in his defence, he’d tried to let you know a few times he needed to be alone. You assumed you knew better as you always did when persisting with your attempts to cheer him up. Turns out you didn’t. In the end, you didn’t respect his boundaries and he was bound to lash out, as any overwhelmed person would. He wasn’t the first person you’d gone through this almost exact situation with, so why did you always keep making the same mistake while somehow expecting a different outcome?

“Mikey, I’ve always been an overwhelming person to be around. I’m a lot, and while a lot of people like my high energy in small doses, it eventually becomes too much. I could see it in my mother’s eyes how frustrated she was when I wouldn’t stop talking after she’d had a long day. Or when my teachers would have to move me away from everyone else so I’d stop being so disruptive. At the time I didn’t understand why I was so different, so… much. And you know, now I don’t really care about how annoying strangers can find me, not anymore. But I always thought someday I’d be able to somehow fix my stupid brain because I’m tired of being a burden to those I love. Because everyone’s got their own shit to deal with and no matter what, they eventually realize they can’t deal with my presence on top of it. And tonight just feels like confirmation that there’s no one on this planet equipped to deal with me on a daily basis.” 

Michael’s face carried an expression of utter devastation at your hiccuped confession. As he pulled back to face you, you noticed his previously bloodshot eyes were now filled with tears and a pained grimace formed on his lips. You weren’t doing any better, you thought you’d dehydrated yourself to the point of not being able to produce tears anymore. You were wrong for a second time that night. As soon as you’d started your confession, your tears came back flooding. Your words hit you with the realization you were now feeling lonelier than ever, after you’d gotten so spoiled with Robby’s warmth and comforting presence. 

“I even tried medication, you know.” You inhaled shakily as you prepared to continue your speech. Robby didn’t interrupt you, no matter how shattered the way you spoke about yourself made him feel, he knew you needed to let this all out. “And you know what? It actually worked, I finally slowed down, because almost bearable, but I also spent my days feeling worried and numb like a zombie, like I was going to fucking die, Michael. And it felt like a fucking cruel joke from the universe. The only time people start to actually tolerate my presence and the small price I have to pay is to lose the last bit of sanity I have left? Fucking count me in.” You laugh humourlessly at your last statement. You sniffle before looking down and whispering your last sentence.

“The worst thing is, I was ready to do it, to keep taking those pills and keep living in perpetual anxiety just so I could feel fully accepted for once. But I wasn’t strong enough, it was too much, it was so overwhelming. And sometimes I wondered, is that how people feel about me? Is that the feeling I cause to those who stuck by me? Because shit, if I was them I’d also be running for the hills.” 

“I’m so sorry Michael, I didn’t mean to unload all of that on you, and you didn’t do anything wrong by telling me your limits. And the words you said did hurt, but I know you’re not a mean person, and I know you’ll try to convince me we can talk this through. But I won’t be able to handle the look on your face when you finally get up one day and realize you’re tired of me.” You broke completely toward the end, your decision making the loss you were about to experience feel too real, too tangible.

Michael’s eyes widened at the turn of events. This wasn’t where he’d assumed this was headed and he’d seen enough of his relationships to know what your words meant. That didn’t stop him from trying to prevent what seemed inevitable to you. Not this time, not with you. 

He knew your words were right to some extent, god only knows he had his fair share of mental anguish to process and deal with. His days at the Pitt more often than not tested every last bit of his patience with unending staffing issues and a dire lack of resources, and that’s on top of the ever increasing amount of violence his staff had been made to deal with. 

He was lying through his teeth when he said one must imagine Sisyphus happy. How could anyone be okay, let alone happy in this position? All he could do was stand there feeling utterly powerless and useless, knowing those counting on him to lead them, the colleagues he’s supposed to keep safe and protect, could at any moment lose their life to some idiot that’s too fucking grown to be lacking basic manners this badly, knowing all their legitimate fears were so easily preventable. Every rejected request for increased security and more staffing chipped away at his ability to keep doing this job. Every day he had to roll that boulder up an endless hill. 

The resulting fried nerves and undealt with grief from this situation meant he wouldn’t always be able to afford you his full patience and attention. But he was trying, and for you he would keep trying. Meeting you and getting to know you is what allowed him to examine to what extent any positivity in his personal life was sucked out by the echo chamber he felt trapped in. It made him face the fact that he didn’t want that anymore. Life was already so short and fragile, he knew that better than anyone, he was ready to open himself up to new and better things and learn how to nurture and keep them. Within a week of knowing you, he’d taken up Abbot on his advice to seek out a therapist. He’d picked a different one, one better suited to his specific needs and to help him confront his years of emotional neglect towards himself. 

He was finally starting to take care of himself, and he’s certain he wouldn’t have taken that first step if you two hadn’t crossed paths, if you hadn’t showered him with your love and extended him your kindness. He’ll be damned if he lets you leave without understanding your significance in his life, it’s not because he thinks he owes you, but because his love for you and your larger than life personality is the reason his heart’s still beating today. 

“You listen to me and listen to me well, kid. This isn’t happening, you don’t get to bare yourself to me and take the easy way out by leaving because you’re afraid you’ll be rejected again. You don’t get to take away from me the only happiness I’ve been allowed to feel for the first time in god only knows how long. Your smile and warmth and the joy you seem to somehow always be able to carry despite how hurt I know you are, those are the things I look the most forward to coming to after spending my days wondering if what I’m doing is even helping anymore. Listening to whatever unhinged stories as you call them or new hyper fixation you choose to share with me that day is a fucking privilege to me. Getting to hear your voice, knowing you’re still here, still alive and still loving me, and god I realize how selfish that sounds, but that’s the only thing that keeps me going some days. Did you know you’re what encouraged me to finally seek help with my depression and PTSD? To start therapy? Abbot’s still annoyed at that by the way.” He had to momentarily look away after his attempt to deflect with humour how this was the first time he’d ever called his mental health issues by their real name. A significant step taken in the middle of this chaos. He misses your astonished expression brought on by the importance of his admission.

“Do you know how fucking empty and blank I am on days I know I won’t be able to see you? You don’t get to decide for me and assume I’d be fucking okay if you disappeared from my life, because I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t.” His demeanour unraveled. His mind, having truly processed the scene in front of him, was panicking at the prospect of watching you walk out that door and never getting to see you come walk back in ever again. He cups your cheeks before making his final plea, imploring you to listen.

“We can find ways to talk to each other, better understand each other’s needs, but please kid, please don’t subject me to a life without you in it. I’m begging you.” 

You both stand there never having felt more naked in your lives despite the layers of clothing covering your bodies. But no amount of fabric could shield you two from the emotional heaviness of the situation, from how the next few seconds would irreversibly shape your futures.

And so with the weight of the world sitting on your shoulders, you look at the only man you’ve ever loved unconditionally and choose to…

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18+ mdni, age gap and smut (this one is a little different and possibly ooc but it’s one of my fave tropes ever so i hope you enjoy it anyway. and ofc it’s a little messy)

michael robinavitch who assumed he was destined to spend the rest of his life alone. it’s not like he thought he’d be celibate till the end of his life or anything, but after a few relationships and tons of life experience, he made peace with the fact that maybe “happily ever after” wasn’t for him, that his relationships weren’t meant to last, but they brought him happiness nonetheless.

so imagine his surprise when he finds himself drunk on an impromptu vegas trip with a gorgeous giggly young thing sitting on his lap in a little corner booth, looking at him with heart eyes. the feeling that seeps through his chest combined with the quickening of his heart rate have him panicking for a brief moment, was a heart attack in the middle of a vegas club the way he’d go? he could already picture abbot standing on his grave laughing. but as you lean in closer and he gets a whiff of your perfume, (was that pistachios and cherries? his mouth was already watering), his drunk brain finally catches onto the fact that he wants to devour you. and when your hands come to rest against the roughness of his stubble so your soft lips can finally press against his chapped ones, he’s a goner.

and when he wakes up the next day it’s to the sound of soft snores and an oddly comforting weight on his chest. he looks down to find your body subconsciously wrapped around him like he’s the single most important thing in your universe. it’s not like he’s any better though, his arms are securing you tightly against him with an almost desperate grip. it takes him a second to recall the memories from the previous night. the details are slightly fuzzy, but he’s never been one to forget anything, even when drunk to point of passing out (mostly during his college days, he doesn’t think his body could take that type of abuse anymore).

so imagine his face when the moments of rough (borderline animalistic) fucking and soft tender love making come rushing back to him. when he remembers the cheshire cat like smile on your lips as you kissed and sucked on his freckled neck until you reached his grinning lips, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, his hands possessively gripping your ass. when he remembers being captivated by the blissed out look on your face, a look that had him puffing out his chest in pride as he kept pounding you into the hotel room mattress, your pussy gripping him like a vice, completely drenching him. when he remembers the way you reverently whispered his name over and over, while he held onto you like you were the only thing capable of bringing light into his gloomy life. not “dr. robinavitch” or “robby”, but “michael”.

and imagine his face when the most important part of last night makes it back to the surface of his mind as his eyes zero in on the glimmering rock resting on your ring finger. when the delicate whispers of you two vowing to love each other until death do you part suddenly have his chest feeling uncomfortably tight. and when the sight of your ring starts to blur with unshed tears because he swears he’d never know what peace felt like until that moment when he was in your arms last night. like nothing could get to him here, like he was safe and loved.

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robby’s younger chaotic girlfriend who loves driving him to and from work. you jokingly love saying the elderly don’t belong behind the wheel, but it’s because you love sharing those little moments with him. what’s better than starting your day with the person you love the most? and it’s one of your ways of making sure he knows he’s not alone after a tough shift (so pretty much after every one of them)

you also just love teasing and (affectionately) embarrassing him when you drop him off. he lost count of the amount of times you whistled at him in front of the hospital (and some of his colleagues) or yelled out something inappropriate. “i wish i was a dna helicase so I could unzip your genes.” the groan he lets out every time never fails to make you chuckle and blow him a kiss, but how can he scold you when you look so adorable

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i can’t stop thinking about what robby and jack would be like when you have an argument.

i think jack would be the type to speak in a low controlled (but very obviously pissed off) tone. he also gives me “i’m not mad, I’m disappointed” vibes, if that makes any sense.

for robby i’m not exactly sure what he’d be like, but i can see him getting increasingly frustrated and choosing to walk away.

now imagine younger reader who’s got pretty bad commitment AND abandonment issues and is in a throuple with the both of them. they’re used to you being pretty chill and confident, but imagine the way you completely spiral after your first fight with them. in your head there’s no coming back from this, you’ve disappointed them (to the point where one of them literally walked away). and maybe part of you feels like you’re just there, like instead of it being the three of you, it’s them + you

and can’t stop thinking about their confusion and panic when they find you packing the few things you have at their place.

idk i’m just ranting at this point but i just love angst

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18+ mdni (reader is implied to be younger)

thinking about Robby coming home to find you under his white sheets, completely asleep with some light snoring that can be heard occasionally. he smiles softly at the sight while leaning against the door frame, looking at you with so much fondness in those pretty brown eyes.

but when he comes closer? oh he has to stop for a second and hold back a groan, cause the realization he's met with is that you're naked under those sheets. and you know what drives him crazier and has blood rushing to his cock at such rapid speed he almost feels dizzy for a second? you smell exactly like him. and the faintly humid air seeping out of the bathroom clues him in on how you came to have his scent on your skin.

as much as he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep, he can’t help the way his hand moves to your face to gently stroke it. and when you begin to stir and wake up he selfishly can’t say he’s too sorry about it. especially not when your eyes finally focus on him and you give him that sleepy naughty smile while the scent of his body wash clings to your skin. and when you rub your thighs together and use that teasing and whiney tone on him?

“oh welcome back, doctor Robinavitch. mind helping me relieve this big ache?”

and how could he ever say no to his favourite patient?🩺✨

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18+ mdni

thinking about robby’s chaotic hypersexual younger girlfriend getting him one of those clone a willy kits. how did she manage to convince him to participate in this nonsense you ask?

very cute puppy eyes, taking her top off mid discussion to gain the upper hand, a very sloppy blowjob and a super whiny “mikey pleeeease”

(joke's on her cause the word “no” doesn’t exist in his vocabulary when it comes it her and he was ready to say yes before she even asked. and joke’s on him cause she’d already purchased the kit and that little game was purely for her enjoyment)

now think of his face when he’s slammed at work and starts getting nudes and vids of her using her new dildo. and they’re often accompanied by a text that’s along the lines of “feels so good daddy, but never as good as the real thing so please hurry home and fuck me;)”

yeah, you’re gonna be the death of him.

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imagine robby and his chaotic younger girlfriend in the middle of an argument. and you’re both at that point where you’re just going back in circles and getting more frustrated. and you can see how it’s just escalating unnecessarily so you walk to the bathroom while he stares at you confused, and then walk back to him. you wordlessly hand him a bottle, which upon inspection he realizes is a bottle of laxatives so he just looks even more confused??

“it’s to help with your emotional constipation” AND you say it in such a serious tone that he just stares at you for a moment and then breaks out in laughter? like what even is happening rn? and it’s that kind of laugh where it starts out slow and turns hysteric, and the sound is like music to your ears so of course you start laughing too.

and that’s how you diffuse arguments with robby

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the first thing dr. robby’s chaotic younger gf ever said to him is “apple pie’s one of my favourite desserts but i’d be willing to never eat it again if it means i get to climb you like a tree, doctor”

(she then proceeded to drunkly giggle at her own pick up line while her friends jokingly booed her in the background)

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18+ mdni (reader is described as younger)

this is possibly slightly controversial but I can’t stop thinking about a Mohan, Robby and younger reader throuple. more precisely you riding Robby’s cock while Samira sits on his face and makes out with you. he swears is there’s a heaven then this must be it.

and I can’t stop thinking about the dynamic here, them going from him scolding her for being slower to learning to appreciate her, then them getting together and meeting you. 

and the way you and her just keep that old man on his toes, especially when you gang up on him? or the way your competency kink goes crazy whenever you visit them at work and see them in action? think about Robby’s quiet confidence, the way he walks like he doesn’t have anything to prove, and the Mohan trusts her instincts and speaks out for herself and her patients. How are you supposed to not get turned on by that?

and now your mission for the past few weeks has been to wear them down until they agree to a quickie with you at work. tough one, but you enjoy the challenge, and you enjoy pulling all the stops to help change their mind;)

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omg i need more on the whole robby x reader x jack drabble!!! like how would they make it up to the reader and reconcile with the situation?? you’ve got me hooked on this concept.

18+ mdni

stop i'm so happy you're enjoying this!! @jackabbbot and i kinda touch on this in the replies of the original post

but basically, i think it'd take a lot of gentle touches and reassuring words and mostly them showing you you're in fact an essential part of this relationship. the immediate aftermath would consist of the three of you holding each other, baring your insecurities to your partners and trusting each other to take care of one another. I think there'd still would be a lot of hurt, but for now the fact that you're there and reassured them you wouldn't leave them is enough. though I don't think robby or jack are able to get any sleep that night, and they spend a good amount of time watching over you to soothe their own anxiety. and if you wanna get a little bit spicy, i think the sex that night would be so gentle, lots of "i love you's" and emotions, the three of you tangled in each other's arms.

the following days i just know the three of you would seek so much physical contact from each other. so many hugs and handholding and holding each other. and maybe some cockwarming👀

and in the long term i think they'd be much more careful with their words and actions, and more observant of the way you behave during conflict. and i think you also learn to better navigate your relationship. once you feel like you belong with them, you feel much more secure in expressing your feelings and understand you're not disposable to them.