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Jack Abbott almost being pro ice on the show does not immediately correlate to him being MAGA. He is a military man, he is pro authority (seeing as we saw him work as a swat medic) and has respect for police and other authority workers. Him being pro ice, or respecting them and seeing both sides, would NOT have been surprising at all. Him getting that teenage girl an abortion and also caring about patients getting healthcare and medications does not mean he’s a “woke lib” (as said by the masses on pitt twt and tiktok).
It doesn’t even mean he’s pro choice actually, it simply means he sees healthcare as a right to all and I hate to break it to some of you but there are several, and I mean several people in the healthcare world who think that way as well. I beg you all to understand that an actor possibly playing a character with morals or ideals that you personally don’t agree with doesn’t make them a bad person or a person with those beliefs simply because they’re doing their job.
ugh will I get hate if I say that I understand why abbot's character was potentially going to be given a storyline or scene in s2 showing him to be more ambivalent/neutral/unbothered by ICE? because I think a lot of jack abbot lovers don't actually ever deep dive into his character at all, or put as much weight into his continued involvement in the american military industrial complex as they should- hence why people are acting like this would've been a totally shocking writing choice when it actually wouldn't.
in many ways, despite his obvious belief in women's rights, and helping those in need when it comes to medication or insurance issues, and his left wing social beliefs in that regard, the character jack abbot is already shown to be less bothered by ICE (or, bothered in a different, less immediate way, I'll explain) than the majority of other characters.
you must remember that jack abbot is canonically 1)- still heavily involved in the realms of military and law enforcement and is not morally bothered by this at all as far as we've seen 2)- actually responds far less empathetically or disturbed than the rest of the characters when he learns jesse has been taken- he asks "what jesse did", implying that although he isn't pro ICE, he still defaults to believing that "law enforcement" (not that ICE really fits that category) is acting rightly and in pursuit of justice before he thinks about it any harder.
and look, i understand why they removed the scene/plotline, and i understand why it's for the absolute best that they did (and agree)- but what I ALSO understand is why it was on the table as a decision. jack abbot canonically may be left wing in social issues, but he is still DEEPLY entrenched in a military mindset and has a lot of views that mean he is absolutely NOT the uber-woke figure he's painted to be.
real people are walking contradictions, and i would say jack abbot is one of the most contradictory characters we've seen- which is why he's well written. he's pro women, pro universal healthcare, pro lgbtq, but he's ALSO still pro military and law enforcement to quite a high extent when compared to the rest of the ER. even when he does have moments of criticising the military, like with the dead veteran in s1, he isn't critical of their role as soldiers complicit or actively guilty in civilian murder, hes critical of the fact they got hurt. he's not deconstructed his involvement at all.
so, don't slander the writers. they made a storyline that would have made a pretty decent amount of sense given who jack abbot ACTUALLY is as a character. of course, taking it out/lessening it was the right choice i think, and they realised that too. stop pretending the writers pulled this out of their ass, and understand who jack abbot is. it's good they took it out, but there was a genuine reason it was almost put in.
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me: there's zero canonical evidence for calling robby a bigoted and intentional misogynist who hates women. he doesn't. when he's aware of injustice against women, every time he fights against it. he disregards "bro code" (or whatever you want to call it) to very publicly make the point that paramedics need to fix heart monitors properly on female patients, even if it means touching their breasts. when the teen girl needs an abortion and abbot's falsified the measurements, he actually fights against collins to allow the girl to be given the abortion pills she needs, and stands up for her constantly. he doesnt hesitate to do that.
what robby does have is an unconscious bias that leads him to err more to the side of the structure of the patriarchy when he isnt aware he's doing so. this isn't good, but how it's presented in the show categorically means no, he does not in any way canonically hate women. his bias is not something he is aware of. he's NOT a woman-hating incel.
someone, for some reason: you're talking over women!! they're allowed to call robby a misogynist and woman hater if they want because there is evidence!!
me: .....what? I'm not talking over anyone. I'm saying if you want real analysis, analyse what's in the show. don't cherry pick, don't exaggerate events, don't hallucinate events that didn't happen. analyse everything that is there. what is there is a bias, not a conscious moral choice. you don't get to lie about canonical content and then expect not to be called out on that because you've stated that you happen to be a woman.
In theory, maybe I get the “we’re all just playing with barbies, they’re fictional characters, no interpretation is incorrect because it’s an interpretation” argument. But actually no, not all takes are equally valid. Framing something as an interpretation doesn’t mean it inherently has merit. Some takes are completely incorrect and betray a fundamental misunderstanding of the source material. They just aren’t a reason to harass people or send death threats
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pairing – ex!dr. michael robinavitch x f!reader; dr. brendon park x f!reader
rating – explicit. minors dni
wc – 1.9k
summary – stupid, stupid robby broke up with you in the worst moment possible. now he has to see you being happy with the head of ortho, park the shark.
warnings – tiny bit of angst, some fluff, SMUT. mostly on robby’s POV. robby is an emotional constipated idiot. jealousy, voyeurism, public sex, oral (f receiving), p in v, masturbation, a bit of pervy!robby.
she/her pronouns and afab!reader. no specific descriptions of body type, race or ethnicity. all lowercase for styling purposes.
a/n – hellaur! i have no excuse for writing this other than woman by harry styles started playing and the first thing that came to mind was “what if robby’s ex got with park because he was an idiot? and what if he is creepy about it?” and this came out. just a small little thing to get the feeling out. might be shit, who knows.
hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading 🤎
dividers by @/uzmacchiato
michael robinavitch is a man of very little regrets in his personal life. if you were to ask him what those regrets are, he would say: not buying his dream brownstone that went on market a few years back and not going on more vacations. but there is a third one that he doesn’t dare to admit, one that he keeps locked away in his mind. and that is letting you go.
you, his best soon-to-be-attending that arrived in his life six years ago. the over achieving, dual residency seeking (emergency and surgery) girl, too smart of your own good intern that did everything to get on his good graces. he pretended that it annoyed him, but his ego got the massage of its life.
your personality bewitched him. how selfless you are, how you are always there for your friends and coworkers, how you let your fellow residents take charge and show their competency.
he also loves how you loved him. the way you paid attention to all of his tells and how you were there when he needed. the company was great, and the sex even better.
but michael being michael, fucked it all up.
it happened three months ago. three or four days after your eight month anniversary, something you never dared to talk about with him, knowing very well what his reaction would be, robby took you out for dinner. nothing fancy, just that local restaurant the both of you liked going on weekends or on your days off to distress, with good food and silent enough to carry on a conversation without having to shout. and as usual, you went back to yours, rode him like your life depended on it, losing count of how many times he made you come. the last orgasm he gave you, a combination of his tongue and your favourite vibrator, shattered you, turned you into a clingy mess that only wanted to feel the weight of his body on you.
you had embraced him, hugged him tight as he laid on top of you. with your ear to his chest, you counted his heartbeat. the thrumming inside his chest combined with the way his long, slender fingers softly massaging your scalp relaxed you.
it relaxed you so much that the three little words you kept locked inside your heart for as long as you could remember, involuntarily came out. “god, i love you.”
his heartbeat probably went over the hundreds, his body stiffed on top of you, and his hands left your hair instantly, helping him get up.
“mikey, where are yo–“
“i can’t do this.” he interrupted you.
“what?”
“we should break up.” were the last words he told you before he left your apartment.
over the next weeks, as expected, the only words you exchanged with him were restrictedly related to the cases you had to present to him.
what he didn’t expect was how fast you got over him.
he had noticed that you were happier by the day, noticed how your smile had slowly gotten back to you and how you were hiding a bruise or two under your shirt, just like you did when he was the one to mark you.
didn’t take long for him to find out the culprit.
it was just another wednesday. you had arrived with a pep on your step and more talkative than normal, what earned you a “great sex last night, huh?” from santos. all you said was “amazing.”
the day followed on the calmer side, triage was slow for once and barely any traumas were brought in by the EMTs.
robby made his way to the bathroom, thankful that he didn’t have to hold his pee again. as he was about to reach the bathroom’s door, something caught his eyes. you, with your back against the wall, all smiles as brendon park said something to you.
he hid behind a wall, cursing himself for acting so childish. but curiosity got the best of him and he had to see who was making you happy now.
park had lunch box in his hand, awfully pink for a man like him. michael made out the words “you have to eat” coming from the ortho surgeon, as he handed you the lunch box. it made you smile and robby is pretty sure some joke left your lips, because seconds later, the ever so stoic park started laughing.
that felt like a stab on robby’s heart.
then, the other man’s fingers traced the side of your neck, pulling your turtle neck down to see the work he did the night before. robby couldn’t see, but he bet it was the hickeys you loved getting so much.
something about ownership and feeling him for days after, you had told him once.
brendon pulled the fabric up again, apologised to you like he had done something horrible, but promised to do it again. the bubble that embraced the two of you bursted seconds later when park’s pager went off, telling him the OR was finally ready.
the tender kiss park gave you on your temple was robby’s last straw.
he angrily made his way to the bathroom, peed, washed his hands so hard they were red after. unconsciously, robby made his way to the break room, only to find you there, happily eating.
he moved around, found some stale coffee that he refused to drink and set a new one to be made.
he was still twinkling with the coffee maker, with his back turned to you when he said “park, huh?”
“mhm.”
“didn’t peg him for your type.” robby said as he turned around, taking a sip of his coffee.
you smiled at him. “and what exactly is my type, michael?”
me, he thought, but didn’t say it. he shook his head. “park is closed off, brash, he is–“
“he’s a really nice guy when you get to meet him,” you cut him off. “he’s really caring and attentive, never made me feel like i have to hide my feelings. besides, he doesn’t leave me alone when i’m vulnerable after cumming god knows how may times because he isn’t emotionally stunned.”
robby visually grimaced and nodded his head. “got it.”
after that day, robby only talked to you about work.
something told him he should have gone home, but it was emery’s birthday and she had made a huge deal about him and abbot coming to their usual bar for some celebratory drinks.
you arrived about twenty minutes after him, with brendon in tow. you have that glow you always get after being well rested after a day off. brendon’s hand is on your waist and you smile when he leans down to whisper something in your ear.
like you always do, you go around the table, saying your hello’s and hugging your closest friends. robby earns a pat on his shoulder, and that’s more than what you have given him in months.
the night goes smooth, except for the fact the only free seats for you and park are in front of him, forcing robby to either mingle or see how loving brendon is to you.
so he sings a song or two on the karaoke with yolanda, trinity and dennis and plays countless rounds of pool and darts with donnie, jack, emery and shen.
he won’t lie, more often than not, he found himself looking at your direction, looking around to see what you were doing. only to find you laughing with park while victoria and samira told an absurd story, or slow dancing with your new boyfriend in a secluded corner of the bar.
the last sight of you was ten minutes ago after he caught your irish goodbye.
robby looks at his watch and sees it is almost eleven. he tells his friends goodbye, tells someone that he has a shift early tomorrow when a voice asked him to stay a bit longer, and wishes emery a happy birthday again.
the cool breeze hits robby as soon as he is outside of the bar. it is a short distance to his house, only four blocks, and robby decides that walking will do him better.
he needs to clear his head.
his walk is cut short the moment he walks by the alley beside the bar. robby hears a moan, a too familiar one, that once called out his name and now stretches out a languid “bren”.
he freezes, debating if he should keep on his merry way or snoop around. but it feels like his legs have its own set of brains and, next thing he knows, he is hiding behind a dumpster watching the way brendon is kneeled between your legs, his wide shoulders being used to support your trembling body up as he eats your pussy like a man starved.
part of him wants to chastise himself, tell him that he is too old for this, that he could go to jail if he got caught, but fuck, you let out another strangled moan, the one he knew it indicated that you were close to falling from the edge, and one thing led to another, and his hands were undoing his zipper and freeing his painfully hard cock from the confines of his pants.
“bren, baby. please, i’m so–“ you beg and another tortured moan lives your lips.
brendon obeys your silent order and swiftly gets up, pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock. without a warning, he thrusts inside of you, not giving you time to think twice as he relentlessly assaults your pussy.
robby spits on his right hand and gives his angry red head the much needed attention it needed.
the sight is overwhelming to him. you, being ferociously fucked by the head of the ortho department in a dark alley behind a dingy bar, something robby and you had done a time or two before.
you are a mess, no more coherent words leave your lips, only confused babbles and broken moans make their way out as brendon hits your cervix.
robby’s hand timed its rhythm with you, caressed and pulled his painfully hard erection the same way brendon thrust into you. he was close, knew you were too with how silent you were getting. robby always laughed when you did this, joked that it was your body recharging itself for your release.
brendon seemed to be close too, his movements were getting erratic, a little less controlled, and his grunts were getting louder.
your head bobbed to the side, and robby felt his whole body chill, terrified of getting caught.
“fuck!” you whined, and one, two, three thrusts later, you, brendon and robby came.
the air around the alley shifted. you and brendon were trapped in your lovers haze while robby’s post nut clarity hit. he wiped his spent on the wall, pulled his pants back up and went on his way back home, begging god and the universe not to get caught.
robby hadn’t seen you all weekend and was thankful that you barely spoke to him after you arrived for the shift this morning.
on a rare calm moment, robby goes to the break room for some much needed coffee, only to find you there, doing the same.
you nod, acknowledging his presence. robby gives you a court one back, and stops by your side to fill out his mug. you nudge him, silently ask him to come down to your height with two fingers. you get closer to him, bringing your lips awfully close to his ear.
“you know, next time, if you ask nicely enough, you can join us.”
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