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Robby likes to touch, especially after a few drinks. Unfortunately, he likes to touch you.
If it was any other man, you'd curl your nose, tell him to fuck off, but something about Robby's steady hand, firm and comforting at the same time, keeps your mouth shut. You melt at his hand on the back of your neck, resting there like you're his while he tells stories about "the old days" to your fellow residents.
It's embarrassing how they look at you– or, it should be, but you're too busy soaking up the way Robby's voice sounds so close to your ear right now. Trinity looks like she wants to jump across the table. Dennis is blushing to his ears right next to her. It's only Cassie and Victoria, sitting slightly too close to one another, who hide their judgement, for nothing if not to appear less hypocritical than their thoughts.
You wonder if they look at Samira and Abbot the same way. Though, you already know the answer, because the two of them are at the bar right now, each with hands roaming far lower than Robby's. And you also know know why they don't. You feel it. It's the same reason why you like Robby touching you like this.
Every time he makes contact, from a mere accidental brush in the halls at work to these nights of drunken handsiness, your heart races. It's the closest you've ever felt to being prey, and you're not entirely sure what the predator is. You know well enough to say it's Robby with his claws that can't help but sink into you, but the lingering eyes and the whispers of your peers when they think you're not around to hear it feel just as dangerous.
So you seek him out, sit next to him and giggle at his every joke, and share sips of his drinks and offer him some of your own. You bear the glares because the thrill of Robby occupies your sleeping and waking mind.
And when the night you're dreaming of eventually does arrive, it doesn't take you by surprise one bit. When Robby leans in, his hand already teasing the inside of your thigh, and asks if you have somewhere to be tonight, you simply smile.
You stare back at your Robby - your boss - incredulous as he bends down to your height. You'd been looking at the floor trying wishing you were anywhere but in the middle of the hub being berated by your attending. But then, he'd made his way into your vision, crouching down at the knees to get into your view.
You straighten, standing tall. Robby was a big man, and you knew he was using his size to try and get his point across. You meet his gaze, crossing your arms. Anger rips through your chest. You can't even hear what he's saying anymore, too frustrated with his audacity to treat you like a child instead of his resident.
"Eyes on me, Robinavitch. Or I stop."
You snap, calling Robby's attention back to you. You've got one hand on his chest, keeping him planted pushed into the matress.
Robby's eyes snap back to you. He looks so much small her here, hovered over him. You look down at where your bodies are joined, his cock nestled between your folds. You slide forward until your clit rests on the angry red tip of his cock. He's leaking, making a mess between the two of you.
Your hand pushes him farther into the mattress when you look back at him. You claw at the thick blanket of hairs on his chest, making his eyes screw shut in pleasure.
Oh well, not like you were particularly keen on making him cum tonight anyways.
warnings/tags: age gap (unspecified but mentioned), oral (f!), slight fingering. unprotected p in v, cream pie, robby’s a little awkward at the start, daddy kink!!!, use of ‘good girl’, pussy pronouns (her), jack abbot is a freak. absolutely nawt proofread!
wc: 3.5k
a/n: you can read part 1 here, though it’s not really necessary.
the game felt like it went on for days, though it was only a couple of hours. robby couldn’t sit still, constantly checking his watch and the time on the screen, occasionally he would look out the window to see if you were there but you never were.
jack noticed his strange behaviour and asked him about it, but when he received a gruff ‘nothing’ in response to his asking what’s wrong, he decided to drop it. he knew better than to press robby, figured he was probably just tired from his shift.
the game finally did come to an end and the way robby jumped up off the couch and seemed to usher jack out the door shocked him a little, but again he didn’t press. jack gave robby a firm pat on the shoulder and a quick “if you need anything, anything at all…i’m here for you, man.” to which robby thanked him quickly and all but pushed him out the door.
robby looked at his watch, 11pm, shit. he wondered whether you’d still be awake or not, he thought about leaving it for another day but ultimately his feet carried him to your door.
you answered the door on the first quiet knock, so fast robby wondered if you’d been waiting for him there the whole time but he didn’t have time to think as you grabbed him by the wrist and hurriedly pulled him inside.
“hey, i’m sorry that i took-” robby starts but is interrupted by one of your fingers being pressed against his lips.
“shhh. have to keep it down, my parents are asleep.” robby’s eyes widen at that admission, uh oh.
“your who!?” robby asks rhetorically in a shocked whisper. he figured you lived alone, didn’t think you still lived with your parents…now that he’s really thinking about it, he didn’t even know your age. shit.
“my parents.” you repeat, like his question was stupid. you’re dragging him up the stairs at this point, firm grip on his wrist as you lead him to your bedroom.
“yes but–” he’s stopped again by you aggressively shushing him, pointing to a closed bedroom door that he figures must be your parent’s.
you open your own bedroom door and pull him inside, swiftly closing it behind you before letting out a sigh and flopping down onto your bed. “okay, we should be good now.”
“i’m sorry, i hate to ask but, um–how old are you, sweetheart?” robby rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and watches as you let out a little laugh. though he doesn’t find this funny.
“old enough.” you wink and robby gives you a stern look.
“seriously, i’m old enough…god, want to check my id?” you roll your eyes, you were joking about the id of course but robby nods.
“seriously!?”
he nods again so with a huff you grab your purse from your bag and fish out your license, turning it towards him. “see, i told you. old enough.”
robby let’s out a sigh of relief and let’s himself relax, sitting down beside you on the edge of your bed. he didn’t really know what to do with himself, he was so busy waiting for the game to finish that he didn’t even think this far ahead. so he just kind of sat there awkwardly waiting for you to do or say something, anything.
“so…how old are you?” you ask, smirk tugging at your lips. you knew he was older, much older and you didn’t really care how old he was but seeing as he pressed you about it, you figured you’d give him the same treatment.
robby let’s out a somewhat nervous chuckle, “old enough.”
“funny guy.” you laugh before dropping your amused tone. “but seriously. i told you now you tell me.”
“50….ish…” robby looks down at the floor awkwardly, worried that you’d turn him away in disgust but you don’t. your face lights up actually.
you take one of his hands in yours, squeezing it slightly. “oh, old enough then” you giggle and he turns to face you with a genuine smile, already so endeared by you.
“so…wanna pick up where we left off?” you bite your lip, eyeing robby up and down, he nods slowly. “uh, sure. if you, if that’s what you want.”
you giggle again, amused by his nervousness. “i do want, very much so.”
robby swallows thickly as you stand up and position yourself in front of him, he spreads his legs slightly and you step into the space.
“so, where were we?” you pretend to think for a second, tapping your chin with your finger. “oh yeah!” you slowly pull your t-shirt up, exposing your bare breasts to the older man. robby’s breathing catches in his throat as his gaze meets them.
“shit.” he whispers under his breath, you giggle softly again. “like what you see?” you ask, your voice dripping in honey. robby nods, “y-yes.”
“you can touch, you know?” robby looks up at you, his eyes all big and dark and hopeful. “yeah?”
you nod, “of course, that’s kind of the whole point.”
robby takes a beat and deep breath before reaching both hands up, slowly moving to cup the underside of your breasts as if he’s scared that you’ll run away if he moves to fast. you won’t.
he lets out a shaky breath as he softly squeezes them in his hands. he seems so nervous, so sweet. your heart lurches in your chest at his demeanour, you don’t know what you expected him to be like but it wasn’t this shy, nervous little guy.
feeling a little braver, he swipes his thumbs over your hard nipples, you fall forwards slightly and a soft moan escapes your lips.
“that feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, looking up at you again, smile on his lips and cheeks flushing a slight pink.
you nod, “mhm. s’good, daddy.” you didn’t mean to say it, it just came out and you immediately felt embarrassed by it. robby’s eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up, “daddy?”
now it’s your turn to go shy, “m’sorry, didn’t mean to say that, it won’t happen–”
“no. no. don’t apologise. s’okay, sweetheart. i can be your daddy if that’s what you want?” he’d be lying if he said that hearing the word daddy fall from your sweet lips didn’t set something off in him, in an instant his nervousness washed away and he understood his assignment.
you nod again, more enthusiastically this time. “please.”
robby hums, sliding his hands down your sides to rest on your waist, long fingers digging in your plush skin, not enough to hurt but enough to feel. “want to show daddy that pretty little pussy of yours finally?”
you take in a deep breath and move to sit on the bed, crawling to the middle. robby shifts to watch you, his legs still spread and his hand playing with his strained cock over his pants.
your fingers toy with your shorts, taking a moment before hooking them under the waistband and pulling just slightly, just enough to expose the bare skin beneath.
“no panties, huh?” robby breathes, squeezing the throbbing outline of his cock as he watches intently, waiting for you to pull your shorts down the rest of the way.
you shake your head and bite your lip, “no panties.” you confirm with a slight mischievous lilt in your tone. slowly, you pull them down the rest of the way, kicking them off your feet and discarding them at the end of the bed. you keep your legs closed, for now.
robby kicks off his shoes and moves so he’s sat fully on the bed now, leaning down on his elbows so he’s eye level with your closed legs. “please open your legs f’me, sweetheart. daddy wants to see so bad.” his tone is whinier, more pathetic than he had intended it to be but you don’t seem to mind as you slowly start spreading your legs for him.
again, his breathing seems to catch in his throat and he lets out a soft, small gasp as he’s finally met with the sight of your sweet cunt. he reaches a hand out, almost touching but not yet. “can i?” he asks, looking up at you waiting for approval, and when you nod he runs two fingers up through your folds, spreading them to get a better look at how they’re already glistening with arousal.
“so pretty, sweetheart. so so pretty. bet you taste so sweet too, please can i taste her?” how could you say no when he’s pleading with those big brown eyes of his? “y-yeah, please daddy.” you’re already bringing your hips up to meet his face before you’ve finished your sentence, feeling his hot breath against your sensitive skin making you so desperate.
robby let’s out a satisfied hum before bringing his face down to press a kiss against your pussy, feeling the soft, plush skin beneath his lips. he allows another hum afterwards, his eyes closing as he gets the smallest hint of your taste on his lips. after one last kiss he dives in, spreading your folds with his tongue, exploring every single inch of your cunt with his mouth.
your hands fly up to grip his hair, being careful not to pull too hard but just enough to ground you as your hips buck up involuntarily into his face. “fuck!– feels s’good, daddy. shit!” you moan, back arching off the bed, burying your face into the sheets to try and hide your scrunched up expression from the older man.
that’s not good enough for robby. he slides a hand up your body and grips your cheeks, forcing your face forwards. “uh uh. don’t hide from me, sweetheart. wanna see that pretty face when i make you cum, got it?” his tone has a slight hint of condescension that has your thighs squeezing against the sides of his head.
you nod, “yes, sorry daddy.” your eyes fluttering closed as his tongue darts across your clit in quick succession that feels like tiny shocks up your spine. “good girl.” he hums against your pussy, lips wrapping around your clit to suck, not gently, he’s on a mission now, he absolutely needs to make you cum on his face.
it’s not long before you’re right there. your fingers tighten in his hair, your hips buck wildly now, thighs squeezing his head like a vice as you wail. “oh my god, yes! just like that! just like that! fuck, fuck, fuck. gonna cum, you’re gonna make me– oh shit!” the pace of robby’s tongue lapping against your clit doesn’t let up even for a second as that knot in your stomach explodes.
heat blooms across your skin and up your spine, your toes curl against the sheets and you have to cover your own mouth to muffle the scream that’s ripped from your throat. robby’s lost in the feeling of you coming undone on his face. he’s mindlessly babbling about what a good girl you are, how pretty, how good you taste, literally anything that comes to his blissed out head.
your body goes limp and your thighs finally let him go, falling to the bed beneath you. your chest swells and your breasts heave as you try to catch your breath back. your eyes are still closed tight so you don’t notice robby getting up to strip himself, nor do you notice the dip in the bed as he positions himself on top of your body.
“ready, sweet girl?” he presses a kiss to your sweat slick forehead and that’s when you open your eyes, greeted by the sight of him gazing at you adoringly.
“y-yeah, please. want your cock so bad, daddy.” you mewl, letting your hips rise up to meet his own, feeling the way his dick twitches against your skin when you call him that name.
“don’t worry, m’ not gonna make you beg for it, sweetheart. know you’re gonna take my cock so well, gonna be a good girl for me, hm?” he peppers kisses all over your face as he lines himself up at your entrance, you can feel the blunt head of his cock against you, notching in slightly and he feels big.
“mhm, so good!” you nuzzle your face against his, feeling the scratch of his beard against your flushed cheeks. “good, ready?” he holds the side of your face in one hand, his other holding his cock waiting for your final nod of approval to push in and when you give it he wastes no time in sinking into your wet heat with a deep guttural groan.
“shit! you’re so tight, baby.” he drops his forehead against yours and squeezes his eyes shut as he pushes his hips forward into yours. your eyes slam shut too, overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick cock filling you up so much, feels like he’s splitting you open.
it takes a minute for your body to relax, allowing him to sink in the rest of the way. when he’s fully buried inside of your tight hole he waits a beat before moving, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his size. “ready?” he asks, pressing a couple more kisses to your face, down your jaw to your neck where he buries his face.
“please, daddy. please.” your tone is whiny and desperate, robby’s cock throbs inside of you at the sound and so he starts moving. it’s slow at first, just a gentle roll of his hips to get you used to the feeling but as your moaning picks up, so does his pace until all that can be heard is the sound of his hips snapping against yours and your joint moaning, his muffled by your shoulder.
“oh fuck! you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. gonna make me cum too quick if you keep squeezing my cock like that.” robby adjusts his position so he’s sat up on his knees, both hands gripping your hips so he can control your movements a little better, bringing them up to meet his thrusts.
“s-sorry, daddy. shit!– i can’t, can’t help it-t!” you’re gripping his forearms for dear life now as if you’ll take off if you don’t, like he’s the only thing keeping you here.
“s’okay, baby. don’t know any better do you? just a sweet little thing, can’t help being so fucked out on my cock can you?” robby smirks, digging his fingers into your skin a little harder, his pace becoming sloppier the more your cunt squeezes around him. you can’t even find words in your fuzzy brain anymore so you just shake your head lazily in response as little whines and moans escape your swollen, wet lips.
“think you can be good and give me one last orgasm, hmm? wanna feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl. can you do that for me? want to cum again for daddy?” you’re already sliding your hand down your stomach before he’s finished asking, fingers meeting your pulsing clit, still buzzing from your last orgasm.
“that’s it, good girl. mm, look so pretty touching yourself for me. there y’ go, yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” the sight of you touching yourself while robby fucks you has him barrelling closer and closer to his own orgasm, he holds it back though, wants to wait for you to get there first. the gentleman that he is.
“oh fuck– daddy, i’m–i’m–” you pick up speed with your hand between your legs, robby matches it with his hips. “gonna cum for me again? of course you are, you love this don’t you? love being a good girl for the old man next door, hm? christ, never even spoke to me before today and now look at you, cumming all over my cock like you were made for it.”
robby’s obscene words are what set you off, have you diving head first off the cliff into your second and hopefully final orgasm of the night. again, you have to cover your mouth with your free hand, afraid that this time you’ll wake up your parents. your cunt clamps down and spasms around robby’s cock, your legs wrap around him, heels digging into the small of his back to keep him in place. that alone sends robby right over the edge with you.
“shit, gonna cum–fuck–should i p-pull–” robby’s eyes grow wide as he realises he never even asked you about protection, got too lost in all of to even think about asking. “no, please. want to feel it inside of me. please, daddy!” not even a moment of hesitation passes through robby, and how could it? how could he say no when you’re begging him so pretty like that?
and so he doesn’t stop. his thrusting picks up, as much as it can with your legs wrapped around him and his fingers dig into your hips hard as he finally lets himself go. “oh fuck! feel so fucking good, baby. gonna fill up this pretty pussy so fucking deep. have you leaking my cum for days. shit! shit!” and true to his word he does fill you up, deep. so deep you can feel the warmth of his release inside of you, feel it reaching parts of you that you didn’t know existed, the feeling alone making you want to cum again.
but you don’t, robby collapses on top of you with a heavy thud, the weight of him caging you in on the bed. his soft, sweaty tummy heaving against your own as he comes down from his high. he doesn’t pull out, not yet, can’t even think about moving he’s so spent. so you both just lie there for a couple of minutes, waiting for the moment to pass.
eventually, it does. you don’t say much after the fact, there really isn’t that much to say so you both redress yourselves. the silence isn’t awkward, it isn’t weird, it just is. once dressed you lead robby out of your room and back downstairs to the front door.
“so…will i see you again?” robby asks once you’re out on the porch, the cool night air feeling nice against your still flushed skin.
“well, seeing as we’re neighbours i’m gonna say probably.” you giggle, you knew what he meant but you couldn’t resist being a little cheeky.
“you know what i-” robby starts but you cut him off with a quick kiss against his moving lips. “yes, you’ll see me again…” this is when you realise you don’t even know his name, never even thought to ask.
“robby.” he prompts, you give him your own name in return. “you can just call me daddy though, if you want.” he winks and you playfully hit his arm.
you say your goodnights and after one final kiss you’re going back inside. robby sighs once he gets back to his own house, feeling so completely exhausted all he wants is to collapse in his bed and finally get some sleep.
he washes himself up in the bathroom, having a quick shower and brushing his teeth before making his way to his bedroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
“what the fuck!?” robby screams as he enters his bedroom, grabbing the towel to stop it from falling down. when he entered his bedroom he expected it to be empty, didn’t expect his best friend to be waiting in the corner of the pitch black room when he turned the lights on.
“hello, brother.” jack smirks from where he’s sat in the chair robby likes to read in. robby’s heart feels as though it’s about to burst out of his chest and he has to sit down on the edge of the bed as to not pass out from the fright.
“what the hell are you doing here? it’s…” robby looks over at the alarm clock on his bed. “…2 in the fucking morning.”
“came to check on you, you were being weird earlier but when i came back the house was empty.” jack explains, well half explains, not really.
“why are you still here then? why didn’t you go home when you realised i wasn’t here?” robby has his head in his hands, all he wants is to go to bed, not to deal with whatever this is.
“how could i when you were putting on such a good show in the window here, brother? nice job by the way, she’s very cute, how old is she?” jack motions towards the window he’s sat by with the curtains still open, which looks directly into your own bedroom. thankfully, your curtains are closed now.
“what. the. fuck.” robby mutters under his breath, dragging his hands down his face in a mix of defeat and annoyance. “you watched? how much?”
jack smirks, “enough..”
“all of it then?”
jack nods, “yep. the whole thing. just wanted to make sure you were safe, brother. you know me, always so worried about you.” he laughs.
“you’re a real freak, abbot. a real freak.” all robby can do is laugh now, out of exhaustion or exasperation? he doesn’t know.
“yeah, i know. soo…you gonna introduce me to her or-”
“absolutely fucking not.”
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Pairing:Michael Robinavitch x Summer Barbie!Reader
WC: 7.3K
Summary: You're elated to host your first summer party as a couple with Robby, but a certain surgeon doesn't seem to care about your relationship status, and is eager to ruin your plans. You refuse to let that happen, you just have to make Robby believe you.
Contains: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), pathetic robby, robby cries during sex, park the shark as a plot device, jealous!insecure!robby, very loosely proofread!
A/N: divider from @/muerdida <3 eep! first chapter of robby x summer barbie!reader!! hope u guys love her <33 shout out to my loves @whatif-ialreadydid and @groovyangelkisses for being amazing proofreaders and helping me figure out the difference between affect and effect <3 (i still don't get it!)
Meet Summer Barbie!Reader <3
The sun dawns on a new day, a new environment. This is the first thing you register. Then it's long, thick limbs wrapping around you. Light snores are next, a woodsy cologne shortly following.
You're with Robby. Officially. As of yesterday, he's your new roommate.
A smile pulls at your tired muscles at the thought, the joy far outweighing the trudges of sleep trying to pull you back.
Your arm's alive next, fingers gently scraping the nape of his neck. It seems you're just as wrapped up in him.
A low growl vibrates his chest, a small laugh escaping your lips. He shakes his head against you, not unlike a dog, another huff rocking him.
"Good morning, old man," you tease, pinching the bare skin of his side.
The extra pudge there is kind to you, relaxed and folded over the waistband of his boxers. He's not conscious enough to tense away from you just yet, to hide himself.
You're slightly worried that your fingertips will bring unwanted attention to the area, but the soft scrape of your nails against him is comforting enough that you simply just don't care.
He seems to feel the same, thankfully, his eyes fluttering closed once more, a breathy shudder shaking him. You press your fingertips deeper into his skin at the sound, a cute little squeeze to remind him where he is.
He jumps a little at your pinch, a sweet smile on his sweet face. He snuggles in closer to you, head planted firmly in your neck as you both come back to life.
"When are you going to the store, baby?" You rasp, and he presses a kiss to your neck.
"After I have my coffee," he grumbles. "Store probably doesn't open until 8 anyway."
You hum, glancing over at the alarm clock on Robby's side of the bed, 6:38 a.m.
You groan, throwing an arm over your eyes. Mornings are not your best time of day.
"So dramatic," Robby teases, stretching his long form around you.
"What else is left for you to get for today?" You poise, and he twists his lips in thought.
"I need to pick up the cake, plus some extra snacks, maybe some more soda…" he lists off, and you smile.
"We have plenty, baby, don't overextend yourself. You're going to be grilling all afternoon," you point out.
He considers this, rocking his head from side to side.
"Is it weird that I'm nervous?" He admits, eyes flitting from yours towards his duvet.
"No, it's not weird, baby," your nails graze his jawline, he still won't look at you. "Your emotions are never weird. Let's talk about it, though.""
You smile at what greets you, his wide, vulnerable eyes, parted lips and rosy cheeks. The perfect picture of the frazzled doctor you'd fallen in love with. Though you were concussed and freezing, he was pretty from minute one.
"I don't know, I just want today to be perfect. Want you to be happy," he grumbles, raking his fingertips up and down your arm. "
His touch erupts a trail of goosebumps in its wake, his words freeing reckless butterflies in your tummy.
"It'll be amazing," you promise, a small smile on your face. "We'll make it amazing, just by being us."
You place a palm on his belly, jiggling the loose skin there. He chuckles, low and self deprecating. You kiss his neck, soft little pecks that leave him shivering.
"Jack keeps teasing me," he grumbles, "telling me I'm 'down bad'?" The unfamiliar lingo scooping up at the end.
You throw your head back and cackle, squeezing his forearm in your fingertips.
"Well, picture yourself a year ago. Did you ever think you'd be hosting a housewarming barbecue with a girl who just moved into your place?" You poise, and he shakes the question around in his head.
"No," he admits, you both knowing full well where he was a year ago. You're coming up on the Fourth of July, nearly a year since his sabbatical, a year since you'd first met. "I honestly didn't know where I'd end up."
The implication of his words weigh heavy between you, his fingers fiddling with yours. Your fateful E.R. trip happened to fall on the day before Robby's sabbatical started, the start of your relationship blooming in his newfound free time.
"I'm proud of you," you mutter, and this seems to do the trick.
He smiles, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. He then releases you from his grip, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
You train your gaze along the expanse of his back, counting all the freckles you've traced along the skin.
His joints crack as he stands, a soft groan falling from him as he stretches his back, chest puffing out.
He turns back to you, face softening at your pout.
"Ooh, what is it, angel?" He coos, and you snuggle deeper into the sheets.
"Missing you," you mutter, and he tsks.
"Dramatic girl," he tuts, maneuvering around your newly shared room, throwing an old shirt over his head. "Want some coffee, baby?"
You nod, your gaze following him around the space. Robby in the mornings is a sight you're gleefully getting used to.
"Vanilla?" He asks, trailing his fingertips along the edge of your bed, waiting for your confirmation.
You grumble a soft 'yes', before your eyes start to drift closed. He taps your butt, a reminder to stay awake, before exiting to the kitchen.
The strong aroma of coffee beans fill your shared space, wafting in from the other room. The soft hint of vanilla is nearly Pavlovian. alerting your senses before any caffeine has actually entered your bloodstream.
It's not long until Robby comes back, a forest green mug in his left hand, a soft pink one in his right. You gratefully accept, sitting up and giving him your prettiest 'thank you' eyes.
He smiles, reaching down to give you another kiss.
It's sweet domesticity for the next hour, sitting between his legs, his free hand in your hair as you aimlessly talk. It's your first morning together as roommates. and you wouldn't be mad if all your mornings got to look like this.
He's true to his word, though, and at 8 o'clock, he promptly slips out of your grasp.
"Mmph!" You groan, flopping back onto the pillows. "Come baack!" You whine.
"Flattery gets you nowhere, love," he calls, teasing from the walk in closet.
"Agree to disagree," you respond, though all your gusto is promptly knocked out of you at the sight of him.
The buttery athletic shorts you got him for his birthday cling and flow around him, and he's pulling an old band tee over his head as he walks out of the closet.
Your jaw drops slightly, not used to seeing him like this. He's scruffy, hair and beard mussy and untouched.
"What…?" He asks, slowing down at the door.
"Just pretty," you respond, snuggling into his pillow. "Love you."
He melts at this, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.
"Love you too, my angel girl. I'll be back, okay? Rest up," he mutters, and then he's out the door.
You're out of bed before he comes back, denim shorts hugging your hips and thighs, a red tank top to match.
It's his turn to stop when he comes back, balancing a large sheet cake in his big hands. You turn at the waist to see him, arching your back at an angle you know drives him crazy.
The company is hours away from arriving, so why not start your teasing early?
"Hi honey! Have any luck with the extras?" You chirp, walking over to help him set the cake on your kitchen island.
Your heart warms at the red writing that spans across the white icing— "Our First Housewarming."
You smile, looking up at him through now damp lashes.
"You anticipate on having more housewarmings together?" You tease, sipping your third mug of coffee and not really expecting much of an answer.
"Of course," he says. It's nonchalant, like he doesn't have a care in the world. "We're gonna want to get a bigger house when we're ready to have kids, no?"
You choke, the caffeinated liquid sputtering from your lips. Turning away in an attempt to preserve the cake, you bend over and allow your cough to rack your body.
"Woah! You good there, angel?" He asks, rubbing soothing circles over your back. "Don't wanna have kids with me, eh?" He teases, and your heart hurts at his self--deprecation.
"You know that's not it, baby," you quip back, taking deep breaths to settle yourself. "Just surprised me, is all."
"Okay, honey," he mutters, his touch never leaving your body.
You turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a sweet hug. His hands find your waist, greedily running against the skin peeking out between your top and your shorts.
"We'll have kids one day, for sure," you say into his neck. He squeezes your waist at your words, and you smile. "Let's just get through this first housewarming though, okay?"
You pull your head back and he nods, pecking you on the lips.
"Let's get set up baby," he quips, pinching your side before moving around you. "Get your suit on, gonna be a hot one."
You smile at his obvious attempt to see you in your bikini all day. Regardless, you oblige. Flitting to your room, you wiggle on the new red and white polka dot bikini he surprised you with last night.
It's a scorching day, the early July heat relentless. You can tell by the way the sun beats down out the window, illuminating the backyard deck, the pool glimmering a quenching blue.
You do a 360 in the full length mirror, twisting and turning your body for the best angles. You pinch and squeeze at the extra skin of your sides, the pudge of your tummy.
You're unsure, but if Robby thinks you're beautiful, that's all that matters for today.
You grab a matching sarong, sliding it on for a bit more coverage. This helps your feelings of uncertainty, turning to find Robby leaning against the doorframe.
"Oh, gosh!" You squeal in surprise. "How long have you been there?"
He shrugs, walking closer to you.
"Since you pulled the bottoms over your cute ass," he replies, hands immediately finding your ass beneath the thin fabric.
Heat blooms in your stomach as you fall into him, groaning into the great expanse of his chest.
"Don't do this to me right now, the backyard isn't even close to being ready," you mumble, and he gives you a teasing squeeze.
"Go ahead, baby," he starts, the point of his nose pressed against your temple. "I have it all set up for you, just need to put it all out."
A wave of gratitude washes over you, your relief a sigh escaping your chest.
"Thank you, bub," you reply. "Don't know how I got so lucky."
You look back up at him for this, making sure the words really sink in. He just nods, his own little confirmation. You squeeze his hands in yours before you make your way to the yard.
He's right, and you're taken aback. Various pool floats lay there, already blown up in full. Tablecloth packages line the bar, as well as multiple soda, seltzer, and beer packages resting against the drink fridge, the extra coolers he bought 'just in case'.
Half the work you thought you had to do is now slashed in half, thanks to the big teddy bear currently preparing the world's largest charcuterie behind the sliding glass door.
You smile, and get to work.
The pool floats go in first, as this is your favorite part. It's the best thing to see— reds and pinks and white littering the blue water. You stare down to the bottom, at the crystal blue paint lining the bottom.
One day you'll convince Robby to paint it pink. But for now, you decide it's time to set up the patio furniture. Unwrapping the tablecloths, you lay them out, moving to the endless Dollar Tree bags, full of different table toppers and themed plastic cups.
Your heart swells at the thought of Robby, glasses on, brows furrowed, wandering aimlessly through your local dollar store, plopping anything red, white, and blue into the cart.
There's a whole separate bag of pink decorations, too. Something that most definitely can be attributed to his desire to please you.
You smile, eyes nearly tearing up when the glass door slides open. Darting your head up, you give him a sweet smile. He revels in this, maneuvering quietly past you to grab a Dr. Pepper from one of the coolers.
"Ah! Dr. Robinavitch!" You scold, swatting his backside as he's bent over.
He doesn't even react anymore, your affinity for his ass the exact opposite of a secret. He does respond to the title, though, whipping around to face you.
His brows are wild, eyes bugging out.
"I'm sorry…WHO?" He demands, cracking open the can with one hand.
Your teeth sink into your lower lip at this, the reminder of how large his hands are not doing you any favors.
"Is that not your name?" You play into his attitude, swaying your hips as you walk towards the bar.
Popping behind it, you grab a Diet Coke for yourself. You hold it out for him, knowing he'll help you open it. Neither of you want you to break a nail.
He copies his previous motion in the other hand, your tongue now darting out to lick your lips.
"Thanks, Mikey," you murmur, and he eases at that.
"Good girl," he whispers, nose to your temple once more, before going back into the house.
It's scary how well you guys work around each other, the way you seamlessly fit into Robby's life, his space. Your heart pounds as you watch him through the door, the relentless beat of something very real echoing in your ears.
The mid morning flits past, full of you darting around every inch of the yard, stretching streamers over the wooden fence, topping each table with a cute summery centerpiece.
It's jarring how quickly you've felt at home in Robby's place, the little adjusting you've had to do. While this might change over time, you've surprised yourself today, at how perfectly you've blended in with the hosting duties.
They're split pretty evenly between the two of you, you assuming most of the decor, Robby the food. You were worried about throwing such a lavish party the day after your move, but you haven't really had to lift a finger throughout this whole process.
You recall the weeks beforehand, spent curled up next to Robby while he looked over expenses, the best places to find hot dogs and hamburgers in bulk, the cutest decorations. You got to have most of the say there, thankfully.
The one thought that persists. is how badly you want to do this again. How badly you want to merge your friends and his friends, how badly you want to work parallel to each other, to promote this place as your own.
Squinting your eyes, you walk inside, adjusting to the indoor lighting. Your vision focuses on the large man in the kitchen, cutting up watermelon and defrosting the meat.
You walk around him to the cupboards, reaching up to get pitchers for your drinks. Piling the glass with various fruits, you bump hips with him before heading back outside.
You feel his eyes on you as you walk past, blowing him a kiss over your shoulder before sliding the door shut with your foot.
A lot of juicing, blending, and mixing later, you're tucking different concoctions into the outdoor fridge. Colorful mocktails resting alongside the alcoholic beverages, and you only close the door once you're satisfied with your work.
Looking at your phone, your heart drops at the time that appears.
By the time you run through the kitchen, wash your face, and dab it with a little bit of makeup, you hear Robby welcoming in the first guests.
He'd changed in the meantime, a half buttoned linen shirt flowing over swim shorts. You have to bite your lip to hold back the moan, and approach the group that's gathered at the stoop.
It's so easy being on his arm, smiling and welcoming in your loved ones. Hospital people you recognize begin to float in, the first staggered members of the Pitt making their appearance.
A quick hour of introductions and cracked beer cans rolls by, and soon enough, the sun has warmed you inside out, a soft bead of sweat picking at your brow.
The clack of your kitten heels echo around the deck as you flit from guest to guest, refilling drinks and pointing in the direction of the bathroom.
Robby's done a pleasant job at keeping your own glass filled, as well. Over the course of your relationship, he's mastered the art of keeping you perfectly tipsy, without over-serving.
You feel these effects ever so slightly, a pleasant buzz ringing in your ears, as you float around the party.
You're eventually corralled into a break by some of your girlfriends, who have, undoubtedly, linked up with Trinity, Dennis, and Victoria. While this combination can only spell trouble, you're eager to slide off your sandals for just a moment.
You sink into the couch decorating the patio, legs hanging over its arm. The new position allows your shoes to dangle, falling to the concrete with a soft 'thud'.
A certain flick, hiss, fills your ears, and your head turns to find Robby, twisting the knobs of your grill, a pile of raw burgers and hot dogs stacked a mile high.
You pause for a moment to take in the sight. He's in his same outfit from earlier, his tummy on full display, though now it's partially covered with a 'Kiss The Cook' apron— a gag gift from Jack.
Your heart flutters in your chest at the domesticity, the ease with which he mans the open flame, dropping searing meat onto the charred racks. It's so masculine, in that old fashioned way Robby is, heat blooming warm within your belly.
A group of doctors soon fill your line of vision, and you allow yourself a few more minutes of reprieve until you snap back into host mode. You silently analyze the bunch, attributing the sharp cheekbones and defined muscles to…orthopedics, you're pretty sure.
There's one in particular-- a significantly large man with huge arms crossed over his chest, eyeing you like prey. A nervous thread stitches itself in your chest, unraveling the longer he leers.
"Oh, God," you hear Trinity groan, and you turn to look at her, brows knit in confusion.
"What?" You ask, tongue darting out to wrap around your straw, slurping the fruity, slushy drink Robby had made you moments before.
The three Pittlings all exchange a look, and you sit up, heart beating in your chest.
"Park the Shark's got his eye on you," Dennis supplements, and the gears turn in your hazy mind. "He's harmless, but he's most definitely going to try and flirt with you."
From the other side of the couch, your friends sit up at this news, heavily tuned in to this new development. You roll your eyes at them, and they can only shrug, in a way that says, 'can you blame me?'
Unfortunately, you can't.
"That's harmless?" You poise, and they exchange understanding looks. "Does he not know who I am?" Normally, you'd feel embarrassed for asking such a selfish question, but it's your party, dammit.
"It really doesn't matter either way," Victoria mutters, lips twisted in an awkward purse. "He will still try. He's relentless."
"And you look bomb as fuck," Trinity adds, and your cheeks heat up, reveling in the complimentary agreements from the other people there.
"That's true!" your best friend, Susie, chimes in. "Your old man's gonna hate that, though," she adds, nodding to Park.
You twist your lips, his eyes still glued to you. Swinging your legs over the couch, you decide to take the bait. Swinging your hips, you approach the group. Features lighting up, a smooth 'hi!' spills from your lips.
"How are you all?" You're diplomatic, a sweet smile painting your lips, shaking hands and making eye contact. "Do any of you need anything? Everybody have something to drink?"
You look at each of their cups, confirming your question before their pleasantries float around, reassurance in each syllable.
"I mean, I could be better," a smooth, low voice drawls. "You available?" This elicits an eye roll from the rest of the crew, some scoffs echoing out.
"You're digging yourself a deep hole, Park," mutters one of them, who you're pretty sure is Garcia, if the way Trinity was gazing at her was any indication.
You play ignorant, smiling and nodding, though your fingers grip your cup even tighter.
"How could I not?" He smirks to his colleague, lifting a hand up as if to say, 'what else am I expected to do?'
"You know, one day, Park, you're going to make some lucky girl very uncomfortable," you smile, "but it's not me."
He pouts at this, and you can't help but roll your eyes. The others around you begin to disperse, and you very quickly regret your actions. The bravado that got you on your feet moments earlier is dwindling by the second, cowering under his heavy gaze.
"That's not fair," he murmurs, taking a step closer. "You don't even know me."
"I don't know if I want to, given that relationship status is suggestive for you," you cross your arms over your chest, immediately regretting the way it pushes up your boobs.
Park's eyes immediately flit there, and you drop your arms. He pouts again, but still, doesn't tear his gaze away.
"If I was in a relationship with you, I'd never stray, beautiful," he croons, his attempt to be smooth nearly making you gag.
The gazes of your friends burn into your back, and you know they're hanging on to every word. You think you even hear a 'gross!' from Trinity.
"You know, I have to admire how openly you're flirting with the host of this party, who's actively living with your colleague," you remark, and one of them sputters on their drink.
Park cocks a brow at this, and your tummy rumbles with anxiety. The gleam in his eye lodges itself under your skin, making a home there. Robby's never looked at you this way, thank God.
"Well, I'm always open for a challenge," he sidles up closer to you, completely ignoring the others surrounding you. "Never really understood what you were doing with Robinavitch. anyway. Too pretty for that sad sack."
Stomach curdling with disgust, you offer him your best tight lipped, irritated smile.
"I'm not a challenge, I'm a person," you quip. "A person who is never going to sleep with you. Don't hold your breath."
"Hm, i might," he hums, "only if you're into it," he smirks, before walking away.
Your gaze follows him, watching him traipse through the party like he pays rent. Your heart pounds as he makes his way closer to the grill, clapping Robby on the back before leaning in to whisper something.
Robby's eyes find yours, his face falling the more he talks. Confusion and anxiety a perfect storm raging your insides. It feels as if a grater is running through your stomach, shredding until you're nothing left but scraps.
Your fears are confirmed when he finds Jack, handing him the apron and tongs, running inside. Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you dart your gaze back to the group of your friends.
Their faces mirror your emotions almost exactly, wide eyes, raised brows, and slacked jaws. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you nearly trip over yourself on your way into the house.
It's a sad attempt to maintain your smile as you greet the partygoers floating in and out of the house. There's not many, just people using the bathroom or refilling waters.
You hastily make your way to the other side of the house, the voices of the party-goers fading into the background. Heart pounding in your ears, you find the bedroom door cracked.
Inside you find Robby, tucked away in the en suite bathroom. He's planted in front of the mirror, left hand propped on his hip, right smoothing down his neck.
You instantly recognize this regulation tactic, one you've frequently seen him use in your time with him. Heart breaking, you push the door the rest of the way open.
The creak catches his attention, and his head snaps toward you. He relaxes only slightly when he realizes it's you, but shame soon takes over. Turning to you, he wraps himself in his open shirt.
You don't let him get very far, meeting him where he's at and stopping his arms from moving.
"Hey," you whisper, mouth ghosting his. "You know I wasn't giving into him, right?"
He nods, though he's avoiding eye contact.
"Yeah, 'f course, not that I was worried about," he grumbles, and you tilt your head.
"What are you worried about, then, my love?" You smooth your hands up and down his forearms, reveling in his little shiver.
"Worried that maybe he's right," he responds, face fully parallel to the ground now. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, hands covering his reddening face.
Tucking a finger under his chin, you pull until he's looking at you. Upon seeing his face, you almost regret it.
His eyes are big and shiny, droopy in a way they only get when he's truly heartbroken. He's biting his lip to stop him from trembling, and his cheeks are rosy.
You can't help but cup them, running your thumbs along his cheekbones. Giving him a sweet pout, you ask, "what's wrong, hm? What did he say to you, angel?"
He tries to look down, you only grip him firmer. He lets out a huffy exhale, as if he's annoyed— which, to be fair, he probably is. You simply don't care, his well-being is more important than his intense dislike for talking about his feelings.
"C'mon," you whisper, sinking into him. Looping your arms around his neck, you smile when he grips your waist. "Talk to me, Mikey."
He sighs, and you know the name got him. He has never been able to resist the way you purr the nickname, one he hadn't been called since early childhood. You feel a twinge of guilt for playing so dirty, though you justify it for your cause.
"Said he could tell you were thinking about his offer," he starts, an your blood is instantly on fire. "That I need to satisfy you more. That I must not be doing a good job if his girl is willingly approaching him."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" You scoff, rearing your head back. "Baby, I need you to know that when I first approached him, he was in a group. He'd been staring me down for like, ten minutes, and I thought I could polite my way out of it," you roll your eyes at what looks, in hindsight, like a confirmation of his stares.
"I'm so sorry, honey," you kiss his cheek. "I should've ignored him, should've listened to my gut," you kiss his other cheek. "How are you feeling about that?"
This is a newer question for the two of you, as you find it yields better answers from him than 'how are you doing?' Robby proves your point, another sigh accompanying what he says next.
"Ashamed," is the first word, and he's successful in this attempt to avoid your eyes. You pout, but let him continue. "Embarrassed, disgusting," he continues, and you're not sure how much more of this your poor heart can take. "Like you'd maybe be happier with someone like him."
This breaks you, and you pull him into a sweet hug. He clings to you, his head resting on your bicep as he desperately quells the cries that shake his body. Dotting kisses along his head, you scrape your nails down the back of his neck.
He lets out another sob at that, though you can tell it's from the relief you're providing. This eases your heart, but only slightly.
"I love you, Mikey. Yeah?" You're desperate in your search of his confirmation. Enclosing his cheeks once more, your hands pull him back to you, heart clutching as the streaks rolling down his face.
He nods, and you lean down to kiss his lips.
"I don't know why," he whispers, lips ghosting yours. "I don't know what I've done for you to love me, I don't get it."
Your heart clutches, and you plop yourself on his lap. You revel in the newfound closeness, pulling him to you as you straddle him. He backs up on the bed so you can have some more stability, a large hand splaying over the small of your back.
Dysregulation be damned, he waits to continue until you're settled back on him, fully bracketed in his arms. He clings to you for dear life, the point of his nose resting on your temple.
"You protect me," you tell him, "even when your brain is being mean to you." You tap two gentle fingers onto his temple. "You made sure I was nice and safe and cozy, even when I know what you're telling yourself right now."
You don't want to go to deep into that thought spiral, afraid you'll be the one to start crying. Though, you do always have a pretty solid guess of the thoughts swirling around his mind in times like these.
You'd dealt with it yourself, feelings of self hatred so deep it feels like you want to rip your skin apart. It's partially why you connect so well with Robby— buried, past traumas blooming into the bouquet of your relationship.
The first hand understanding of these moments has benefited your relationship multiple times, for both parties. It's not work when it's him, helping him heal his heart has never once felt like work.
"You…open my doors," you plant a kiss on his forehead, eyes trailing over every inch of his pretty face. "Pull out my chairs," kiss to his cheek, "pay for my food," kiss to his other cheek, "you cherish me, baby."
You punctuate this with a sweet kiss to his nose, but, to his everlasting dismay, you're not done.
"You have a good heart," your lips ghost over his, your voice dropping to a whisper. "A good soul," you peck his lips. "I see you, Michael. I know who you are, I know what I've gotten myself into."
Tears are flowing down his cheeks once more, though this time it's a silent stream, not a violent river. He nods, taking in your words. His hands smooth up and down his favorite spot— the small of your back, over the curve of your ass, rest for a moment at the tops of your thighs, rinse, repeat.
"You take care of me," you mutter, giving him another peck, then another. "You make me feel seen, heard, loved," another kiss. "Just by being you, y'hear me?"
He nods.
"Good," you coo.
His lips smash onto yours without another moment's notice.
The two of you positively melt into each other, his teeth nearly gnashing against yours at the intensity. The Robby-induced haze is immediate, going dizzy for his lips, the way they trail down your cheek, your neck.
You give your hips a little rock, arching your back and letting out a little whine.
"I love you, Michael," you whisper, his hand traveling up your body, your waist.
He rests his head on the peak of your chest, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes. His adjacent hand creeps up to cup you through your bikini top. He gives you a light squeeze, and you squeal in delight.
"I don't think I can say enough times how beautiful you look, honey," he mutters, lips pursing, nearly slotting onto your skin below him. "So fucking insane, you're fucking insane."
He punctuates his compliments with a deep roll of his hips, his hard length evident in his swim shorts. You kiss the apples of his cheeks, the scruff peppering his jaw, dragging your lips over the Adam's apple in his neck.
"I could say the same thing to you," you respond, smoothing your hands over his still exposed tummy. "Love this belly so much, baby, you don't even know."
Tears spring to his eyes once more, the heels of his own hands catching them before they fall this time.
"Fffuucck!" He growls, a sardonic laugh following. "Y'gotta stop making me cry, princess. Can't take it," he wraps an arm around you, flipping you over so your back is on the bed.
"Michael!" You squeal, bouncing a little from the impact. You don't miss the way he pauses to watch your body adjust to the new position. He then crawls between your legs, eyes on you the entire way there.
"Wait, baby, wait," you sit up on your elbows to get a better look at him. "I wanna get you off first, please?"
"Fffuuuccckkk," he exhales, his forehead pressing against the bed. "Never thought I'd say no to your begging, baby," he presses a kiss to your tummy before untying your pretty skirt.
"Guess there's a first time for everything," he ponders, sliding your bikini bottoms down next. "Especially when my other option is to eat this pretty pussy," he presses a kiss to your clit, and you jump. "I love your mouth, but there's nothing I want more right now than to be the one to make you cum, please?"
You can't help but nod, his mouth immediately attaching to you. The kisses and licks he provides are messy, desperate, a strangled noise wrestling from his throat at your taste.
"Always so fucking sweet," he pulls away a tad, a glob of spit falling from his lips.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as it drops on your clit, rolling down your slit, your ass, onto the bed. His gaze follows the journey, jaw going slack, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Your breath hitches, biting back a moan as he gets back to work. The hand that's not holding your legs open slides up your tummy, fingertips tugging on the string tying together your bikini top
With a swift tug, the bow comes undone, the nylon falling to reveal your tits. They bounce slightly at the release, and he whines into his meal. The vibrations make your skin prickle, a whine falling from your lips.
"So perfect, baby," his large hand grabs as much of both tits as he can, his long fingers stretching as far as they'll allow.
He gives them a rough squeeze, letting them go with a loving slap. You whine at that, too.
"Such a whiny girl today," he murmurs into you, and you nod, legs shaking around his shoulders. "Have I not paid enough attention to you baby?" He asks. It's soft, a sweet question that has you keening. You nod, chest heaving with deep breaths.
"'m sorry, honey, that's so mean of me," he's so genuine, it makes your heart ache. "No wonder you went lookin' for Park, this pussy needed some attention, yeah?"
You swallow hard at his words, belly blooming with a bright heat. You wiggle your core against him, catching his nose on your clit.
"But it's only for me, though, right?" He asks, and you nod. "Nuh-uh," he gives your inner thigh a little pinch, a little kiss. "Tell me. Tell me you need me to make you cum, tell me it's only going to be me."
"Fuck!" You squeal, grinding harder onto his face. "It's only you, Michael," you scrape your nails against his scalp, eliciting a whine into your sopping cunt.
"You're the only one I want like this, the only arm I want to be on, the only man I've ever loved," this confession pushes you over the edge, a white hot sensation rolling over you like an electric shock.
"Fuuuccckkk," he groans into you, tongue never leaving your clit. "Love this pussy so much, c'mon, know you got more…"
A fresh wave hits you, your body going tense at the extra stimulation. Pleasure is all around you as you come down, a sudden sharp sensitivity popping the bubble once it all becomes too much.
You push his head out from between your thighs, and he crawls up your body. Resting his forehead on yours, you run a thumb along his glistening bottom lip.
Bringing it to your mouth, you suck it in, down to your knuckle. Letting it go with a 'pop!', you rest the pad of your thumb on your lips, giving your upper lip the perfect pouty push.
He caves at the sight, and you use his vulnerability to maneuver his body, climbing off the bed and sinking down to your knees on the floor. You beckon him, and he sits up, wiggling his hips until his feet are planted around you on the ground.
You smile up at him, at home between his thick, muscly thighs.
"You should know better than to try and deprive me of your dick in my mouth," you purr, wrapping your fingers around his length.
Tongue lolling out of your mouth, you tap his head against it, his pre-cum sticking to the muscle. The salty taste is immediate on your buds, and you swallow it down greedily.
It's not enough, of course it's not enough. Your lips part in a pretty 'o', closing around his mushroom head. He cries out, head falling back onto the pillows.
Hollowing you cheeks, you take him in deeper, and you hear his breath stutter.
"Oh," he starts, sinking his hands into your hair, "my fucking God."
He punctuates his cry with a tug, the ache in your scalp eliciting a whine. He massages the same spot in a sweet sorry, puling you off his length.
A string of spit connects your mouth to his head, and you go dizzy at the sight. You pout, missing the weight of him on your tongue. He smiles, pinching your cheek, giving it a soft pat.
"Sorry, angel," he starts. "I was gonna come, need to be inside you for that."
Your cheeks heat at this, climbing back onto the bed, reminiscent of the position you'd first started in. He scoots the both of you back to the pillows, slipping his red, angry length into your pussy without warning.
Your breath catches as his head breaches your entrance, the initial split taking the air from your lungs. Robby's gasping, barely getting a breath in as he fully sinks in his tip.
Your pussy swallows him up, tight and eager. Sinking down further, you start to create a rhythm, wiggling your hips, bouncing, just a little, to see what feels good.
With a certain swivel, the hook of his cock reaches a specific spot inside that has you lurching into him. He catches you, the sudden movement shoving him further inside you.
"Ffuuucckkk," you whisper, allowing yourself to seat yourself fully. "God, fuck," you throw your head back, pressing your hand into his knee. "You feel so good," you use the leverage to move your hips, circling his cock.
"Motherfucker," he groans, "so good to me, you're so good to me, baby."
Raising up on your knees, you lift slowly off him, to sink all the way back down again. You begin to bounce, your breasts moving in time with your thrusts.
His expression is cartoonish— wide and dazed, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Your thigh muscles work as you bounce, his cock pistoning deep inside you.
"Don't know what I did to deserve you," he mutters, almost lost in thought. His free hand cups your breast, thumb running over your nipple. "So fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect…happily bouncing on 50 year old dick, yeah?"
Your cheeks burn at his words, a shameful nod rocking your head.
"Yeah, 's what I thought," his thumb picks up speed on your nub. "My girl doesn't need someone younger, doesn't need fucking Park," he growls that last part, and you press a quick kiss to his lips. "Needs me, hm?"
You nod, nose brushing against his.
"Yeah," you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Need your cock, honey," your smile is sweet, despite the depravity of your words. The juxtaposition makes him groan. "It's so big, so fucking deep inside me, fuck!"
You pick up speed, bouncing at a rate your thighs will come to regret tomorrow. Robby's head falls back, mouth parted in an 'O'.
"Fuck," he groans, his thumb finding your clit. "Tight little pussy is gonna make me cum, honey," he squeezes his eyes shut, a loose tear rolling down his cheek. "Fuck, thank you for making me feel so good, honey, thank you."
Bending over, you lick up the tear, kissing the dampness that's dotting his crow's feet. It's not long until the coil in your belly tightens once more, his thumb unrelenting on your button.
"Feels so good, gonna cum too, wanna cum together, please," you beg, feeling drunk off the intense thrusting.
Your blood is buzzing as you fall over the edge once again. This one is more overwhelming, more explosive as you tighten, squeeze around Robby in a way that has him finishing, too.
You feel him twitch, the relief of his own orgasm softening his cock. He nestles deep inside as you both come down, his thighs against your ass as you snuggle into each other.
Deep breaths rock the two of you, bodies moving with each heave. Pressing your forehead against his, you take a big gulp of air before you say, "I love you."
You press a kiss to his lips, and keep talking.
"I never want you to compare yourself to anyone, let alone Park," you spit the name out like it tastes bad. "I love you just the way you are, m'kay?"
He rolls his eyes, but you pinch the skin of his bicep.
"Hey! It's cliche, but it's true. Bruno Mars wrote that song for a reason," this gets him to smile, and you pinch his cheek.
"I hate to break it to you, old man, but we do have a party to get back to," you say, and his face falls at the reminder.
"Damn, do you think anyone noticed we were gone?" He asks, finger tips running up and down your arms.
"Probably," you smirk, lifting your hips off of his.
You both whine at the loss of each other, swinging your leg over his lap so you can make your way to the bathroom. He follows, holding your hand while you pee, a tradition born from your post-sex sensitivity.
He lets you finish your business on your own, but makes sure to pat you down with a wet wash cloth before re-tying your bottoms, your skirt. He situates your top for you, too, placing a kiss to the parts of your breasts that peek out of your swimsuit.
You're fixing your hair when you walk back outside, knees fluid, cheeks aflame, a huge smile on your face. Your friends are right where you left them, a knowing smile on each of their faces as they take in your rumpled form.
Susie slides you a fresh glass, a margarita, and you gratefully accept. Hiding your face with the large, plastic cup, you avert your gaze from your friends.
You find Robby, sheepish as he accepts his apron and tongs back from Jack. From across the deck, you hear him say,
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summary: A normal Saturday gets turned upside down when you have to go to the emergency room. And Robby is doing his best to balance being chief attending and a husband... and pretend like he's not absolutely whipped for his girls.
warnings: brief mention of pregnancy and having kids, descriptions of a hand burn, probably inaccurate medical procedures, kingdon (if you squint), Robby being a papa bear.
notes: okay, the girl!twin!dad! Robby truthers have pulled me into their agenda. Robby just deserves to be happy, okay! also, sorry my jack fic wasn't ready, but I offer this as penance 😌
It's a normal Saturday at PTMC. Same old aches and complaints; same accidents and tragedies. Nothing Robby hasn't seen before.
Maybe that sounds cruel of him. To boil down somebody's worst day to a brief twelve hours of his. Dana is always telling him he's too desensitized to things like this.
Maybe he is.
Robby stretches his shoulders, rubbing a knot at the base of his neck as he makes his way through the waiting room. It's still early, the brief period between the nursing home rush and the late afternoon chaos.
Doesn't mean the room isn't crowded. People crammed into chairs, standing along the walls. The tvs play the news, a boring chart about stock prices or the cost of gas. Robby’s not really paying attention. His eyes dart across each patient, making quick assessment of what he can see.
Make sure nobody was dying. Making sure nobody is on the verge of-
Hold on.
Robby freezes, hand pausing against his shoulder as he turns back to the pair of girls in the chairs across the room. Two familiar looking twelve year olds, both sharing a chair, hips pressed together, brows furrowed in annoyance.
“Will you scoot over-”
“I’m as far as I can go-”
“Nuh uh. You're trying to hog-”
“I am not!”
Robby’s heart practically plummets into his gut as he registers he’s not just looking at a familiar pair of twins. He's looking at his twins.
Those are Robby’s girls- his Maddi and Liz.
Still in their pajamas and sporting messy hair, elbowing each other in the oversized chair they were sharing, a phone playing some disney movie between them.
Robby swallows thickly, moving on autopilot, apologizing as he skirts around an elderly man with a walker. The girls look up before he even gets to their chair, ‘dad’ radars going off. Because somehow they always knew. When his car was pulling into the culdesac, when he was the one picking them up from school.
Liz’ face lights up first, her crooked teeth breaking out into a big smile. She's got on her gray hoodie over pink pj's, converse kicking her sister. Maddi gives her a withering look, noticing Robby a fraction of a second later. She gasps in surprise, waving her thick pink sweater sleeve to garner his attention, teal pajama pants tucked into rain boots .
Not that she had to. Robby would know his girls anywhere.
“Dad!”
They scramble out of the chair, limbs clashing, the phone tossed on the floor as Robby hurriedly crouches down to embrace them.
“Hey,” Robby chuckles, an arm around each girl, hands already feeling for any bumps or bruises. He laughs as he looks both of them in the eye, a hand cradling Liz’s cheek, the other brushing along Maddi’s hairline. “What are you two doing here? It's Saturday. Isn't mom making-”
“Pancakes. But the pot holder was-”
“Mom burnt her hand and so we had to get dragged-”
“Liz was trying to grab the turtle for the car-”
“And she was screaming-”
Robby shakes his head, holding his hands up to try and calm them as they jabber over each other.
“Okay, wait. One at a time-”
It was always like this. Two girls bursting at the seams wanting to be heard first, needing their father to understand.
They ramble on.
“Of course then she had a blow out-”
“We offered to help but mom said no.”
“She didn't want to hurt the baby-” Robby makes a face.
“Woah, what about the baby? Where's your mom?” Liz sighs and Maddi rolls her eyes.
“Dad. Weren't you listening?!”
Robby gives Maddi a look, head tilted with the kind of silent parental authority that said “watch your tone.” Liz reaches out to tug Robby’s sleeve, her head turned around.
“There she is, dad.” She points toward the bathrooms, where in fact, you were. Robby feels himself tense up at the sight, diaper bag slung over your shoulder, six month old baby on your hip… and a tight, pained look on your face.
The cloth wrapped snuggly around your hand might explain that.
Robby stands with a grunt, hands finding the girls’ shoulders automatically, guiding them back to the chair.
“Sit here for another minute will you?”
Liz makes a face.
“Dad we've already been here an hour,” Maddi huffs.
“Just sit there. I’m gonna talk with your mom,” he presses a kiss to Liz’s head before marching off in your direction.
You're struggling to get something into the diaper bag, Hazel fussing against your shoulder, her sounds muffled by the stuffed turtle she was chewing on.
“I know, baby girl. Give me a minute and I’ll find your cheerios. I just need-”
“Hey,” Robby calls out your name softly as he reaches to caress your back, being careful not to startle you. You give him a surprised look, your eyes wide with relief.
“Robby- oh,” your head falls against his shoulder as he pulls you close. Hazel shrieks at the sight of him, socked feet kicking against your hip.
“What are you doing here?” Robby asks, the question rougher sounding than he’d like. Not that you notice. You're too busy feeling relieved as he takes Hazel from your arm, the turtle smushed between her little body as he pulls her close.
“I- Robby it was so stupid. We were making pancakes and the girls were getting water everywhere. The sausage was smoking in the oven- I didn't realize the potholder was soaking wet when I grabbed it- and the-”
“No honey,” Robby shakes his head, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “What are you doing here?” Robby nods his head towards the crowded waiting room, the twins watching the two of you carefully from their chair, acting patient now.
“Waiting,” you purse your lips, glancing down at your hand. “The lady at the front desk said it wouldn't be too much longer.”
“You should have called me. I could have-”
“Robby,” you shake your head. “I’m not going to cut the line just cause I’m your wife.”
“Why not?” Robby shrugs, Hazel giggling softly at the movement. “I pull the chief attending card all the time.”
“Yeah. For free chips and guac at the mexican restaurant down the street. Not when there are actual lives on the line,” you gesture towards a man being wheeled in, blood dribbling from his forehead. Robby unconsciously shifts Hazel’s face away from the sight, glancing at the twins again. They're back to their movie, pretending like they weren't listening.
They were. They always were.
Robby sighs, looking you up and down. You hated the emergency room. Actively avoided it any way you could. He could count on one hand the number of times you had visited the ED.
When Maddi sprained her finger playing volleyball at school, the time Liv broke her tooth and split her lip riding a friend's skateboard. When Robby had cut his hand open trying to build the girls a playhouse for Christmas one year.
The most recent time had been during your last pregnancy; unable to keep any fluids or liquid down, you’d been sick as a dog.
Hazel whines in Robby’s arms, looking between you and him with a big pout. You sigh, giving her a smile as you carefully maneuver your bag so you can reach inside.
“I know, baby. I know you're hungry. I’m sorry.”
You were here.
Two girls haphazardly dressed, Hazel in an emergency onesie Robby knew she'd just been changed into; the outfit you had been wearing when Robby kissed you goodbye that morning still cozy around your frame.
And the towel wrapped around your hand.
Robby helps you zip the diaper bag, reaching for your injured hand.
“You said you burned it?” You hesitate for a moment, finally letting him take a peek when Robby gives you a look. You concede, the unnatural warmth of your skin radiating from the thick layers of terry cloth.
Balancing Hazel and her cheerios in his arm, scrub sleeve surely soaked with drool, Robby peels away the towel. You inhale sharply as the cool air hits the burn, your skin an angry red, palm peeling and blistering in places. Robby swallows thickly, looking at the painful wound.
You look away from it first.
“It doesn't hurt that bad anymore. I soaked it for twenty minutes before we came here.”
“How long have you been waiting?” Robby asks. You don’t meet his eye.
“Just a little while.”
“You don't have to lie to me. I know this hurts.” You take another shaky breath, your hand flexing against his touch.
“I can't just cut the line Michael. That's not right-”
“You're not cutting anything. Okay? Let me take care of you.” Robby lets go of your hand gently, thumb brushing your cheek as he cups your face.
You melt into it slightly, glancing over at your other girls. They're watching you expectantly, practically buzzing with anticipation of leaving the waiting room. Robby could see you were ready to cave, wanting to get out of there.
He adds a final nail to the coffin, crouching a bit to meet your eye.
“Please.”
Robby can see it. The resignation crossing your face, the pain of your hand catching up to you.
“Okay,” you nod slowly. “But only if l’m not messing with your work-”
“Of course not,” Robby presses a kiss to your temple. “Come on. You ready Hazel?”
The baby blows a raspberry, squealing happily before chewing on a cheerio she manages to grab. You nod towards the girls, gesturing for them to get up. They share an equally happy sentiment as their sister, quickly following you through the staff entrance.
“Finally!” Maddi sighs, pulling her sister up. “Come on.”
You can feel the eyes on Robby as the five of you enter into the Pitt. The Emergency Department’s big bad chief… a smiley baby girl in his arms and two preteens following like baby ducks.
It was cute, you have to admit. Maybe cuter if your hand wasn't throbbing like you’d thrown it into a pile of glass.
Liv holds on to the sleeve of your sweater nervously, looking around at the bustling nurses and loud monitors. Robby glances back at the three of you, making sure you were still alright. You give him a small smile, observing the worry lines already creasing between his brows. The calculations and treatment plans and patient names he was likely filing through. Slotting your name next to an already crowded roster.
You really had tried to hold off going to the emergency room. It hadn't hurt that bad when it happened, surprised you mostly.
But your palm had gotten redder and hotter as the minutes ticked by, your girls looking at you with worry. Robby was always telling you to call him if something happened. Always leaving in the morning with the same goodbye whispered against your cheek.
“Love you. Call me if you or the girls need anything.”
But it just didn't feel right to skip the line. To get in simply because your husband was the chief attending. Although the sentiment was becoming a little stale as your palm throbs deeper.
As you pass by the nurses station, Maddi lights up, quickly finding her favorite person in the ED.
“Hi Mel!”
The blonde resident pauses, turning from her conversation with Langdon, a bright smile blooming when she sees your girls.
“Hey!”
Maddi runs, in spite of Robby’s warning to be careful, tall frame running into Mel’s open arms.
“Is everything alright? I never see you guys here.”
“Peachy,” you raise your injured hand. Frank cringes behind Mel, whistling as you show him the burn.
“Oof. You soak it?”
“Please, she's married to a doctor. Of course she did,” Robby says, chest puffing proudly. Langdon laughs.
Liz clings to your sweater shyly as Frank looks over at her. Then Hazel. His eyes light up like a kid getting candy.
“Ah, Miss Hazel. I see you've graced us with your glorious presence. My favorite Rovinavitch!” Hazel squeals as Frank tickles her foot, curling into Robby’s chest. Maddi lets out a protesting gasp.
“Hey. I thought I was your favorite!”
“Yeah. Before Mel stole you from me.”
“I did not,” Mel frowns, adjusting her glasses with a little smile. “Can't steal what you never had.”
“That’s alright. We all know who my real favorite is,” Frank glances down at Liz, giving her a quick wink. She blushes furiously, turning further into your side.
You laugh, glancing over at Robby. He just shakes his head, cringing as Hazel squeals again, turtle clutched tightly in her flopping hand.
Dana peeks her head out from behind a curtain, squinting over her glasses.
“Is that my happy Hazel I hear?” The charge nurse comes over, giving your older girls a tight squeeze before grinning at your youngest daughter. “Hi beautiful girl.”
Robby can't even protest before Dana is scooping Hazel into her arms, the six month old wiggling around happily. Always the center of attention.
You have a crowd forming, Trinity and Princess inching closer and cooing at the baby, Dennis giving high fives to your older girls.
Robby sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly as his staff fawns over his girls.
“Okay, most of you have patients you need to see.”
“Do we?” Princess asks, eyes wide as she makes faces at Hazel. Robby rolls his eyes.
“Yes. Now, go on and scram.”
“Mom,” Liz looks up at you apologetically.
“Yeah baby?”
“I’m really hungry now.” You sigh, closing your eyes and nodding.
“I know. I’m sure.”
The girls had really been troopers. Helping you clean up the mess breakfast turned out to be, waiting patiently to go to the hospital, keeping the complaints to a minimum. They'd grabbed some granola and fruit before you’d left the house, but they were growing girls. You'd seen them out eat Robby a few times already and it was getting closer to lunch time.
You look over at Robby who takes Hazel back from Dana, brow furrowing as he looks you up and down.
“What's going on? You okay?” You nod, your uninjured hand running over Liz’s short hair.
“The girls need food.”
“Sustenance,” Maddi groans. She then gets a look on her face, turning to her sister. The two lock eyes and huddle, shoulders pressed impossibly close as they whisper. You raise your brow suspiciously, Mel laughing behind her hand as she watches from her computer.
Liz nods and stands beside Maddi as they approach Robby. He frowns.
“Uh oh. What’s the council discussing this time?”
“Can we get Starbucks?” He cocks his head.
“Um. Here?”
“Yeah. You can order it on your phone,” Liz adds quietly.
Robby shares a look with you. You shrug.
“I could use a chai.”
"You're encouraging bad habits," he mutters.
"Robby, you know they're not gonna eat the soggy pb and j's they try to pass off as food in the cafeteria," you whisper back.
Robby sighs, looking between your two girls. You can see the torn expression on his face, the fight between saying no because he still wasn’t thrilled about the girls drinking coffee just yet and also saying yes because they’d already been through a wreck of Saturday-
“Please,” Maddi pouts, hands clasped desperately. Her big brown eyes, mirrors to her fathers’, shine beneath the hospital lights. Robby opens his mouth, the words lost as Liz adds another please.
“Please papa.”
Oh. Your girls were good.
You snicker to yourself as you watch Robby become undone in real time. Any pushback he might’ve had lost at the name. The first name the twins had called him.
‘Papa.’
Before they decided they were too cool and the social norm of ‘dad’ was adopted.
Robby sighs, head lowering in defeat. Dana gives your arm a squeeze as she passes by, smiling fondly.
“Okay, fine. But I don't want you two drinking straight sugar for breakfast. You're getting egg sandwiches too.” Maddi makes a face.
“Egg?”
“That's the deal Mads.” She crosses her arms, a familiar looking pout crossing her face.
“Fine.”
“Hey Boss,” Perlah calls out, the red phone pressed to her chest. “We’ve got an GSW coming in five.”
Robby looks up, nodding. “Uh, okay. Give me just a minute.”
“Sure,” Perlah smiles at Hazel who gives her a friendly wave. Robby fishes his phone out of his pocket, handing it to Liz.
“Here. You can get one drink and a sandwich. One,” he gives the twins a pointed look. They giggle, nudging each other knowingly. “Mel can take you guys to the breakroom. Stay in there until I come to get you.”
“What about Hazel?” Maddi asks, reaching over for Robby’s phone in spite of the way Liz keeps it clutched tightly to her chest.
“She'll stay with me honey,” you smile. “She's got to eat soon.” Robby checks his watch, looking between you and the baby. You had her on a pretty strict schedule; the girl loved her consistency.
Liz frowns, looking down at your hand with sad eyes. “Mom. Are you gonna be okay?”
“I’ll be fine, baby. Your dad will fix me up just fine.” You smile again, meeting her eye reassuringly.
But with each passing minute your hand starts hurting even more. You know Robby can see it. The forced line of your smile.
It's the same smile he's shared a hundred times over. The brave face of a parent.
“Cap-” Dana starts, giving Robby a look. “GSW is here in two.”
“Right,” Robby hums, the sound gravelly and tired. He had that look on his face, the one you'd seen plenty of times over. When he was being pulled in multiple directions and didn't know which he should choose. “Okay, uh, Mel-”
“I got the girls, Dr. Robby,” she smiles. He nods, gratefully.
“Feel free to get yourself something too, okay.”
“Oh, that's alright-” Mel shakes her head as Maddi tugs her hand, pulling Mel away towards the break room.
“Mel. Starbucks has boba now!” That gets her attention.
“Really?” Liz nods in agreement, fingers already zooming across the screen.
“Well, they're tapioca pearls. Not really boba. But the same thing…”
You feel the tension in your shoulders release slightly as the girls follow Mel into the break room, and you allow yourself to finally let out the whimper you'd been holding.
“Ow,” you hiss under your breath, cringing as you bring your hand closer to your chest.
Robby turns, his hand moving to rub a soft circle on your back.
“Okay mama, let's get you taken care of.”
“Robby-” Dana’s voice cuts in, the red phone in her hand. “Another ambulance on the way. Three minutes out.”
Robby lets out a frustrated sigh, cursing beneath his breath. “Okay. Okay that's fine. I’ll have Dana look over your hand first and then I’ll be right there.”
“Whatever you have to do,” you nod. “Remember, I’m just like any other patient you’d see-”
“You're not just any other patient,” Robby shakes his head. He presses a kiss to your forehead as he passes Hazel over to Dana, her arms already ready for the baby. “You're my wife. And you deserve the best, okay. I’ll be right back.”
Robby gives Hazel a little wave goodbye, a pair of gloves seemingly materializing in his hands, face already set with a determined focus. You watch him head off to a gurney being wheeled in, voice steady and authoritative. Dana stands beside you, bouncing the baby slightly.
“He hit the jackpot with the four of you, you know.”
“Sorry,” Robby looks at you apologetically over his glasses, gloved hands gently prodding your burnt palm. It looks somewhat better after being cleaned and sterilized. Although Dana is a master at making even the most frightening cases look appealing.
“No sorry, it's not you,” you look down at your daughter- or rather what you could see of her beneath your nursing cover. Just the sliver of a onesie covered foot kicking rhythmically. “She's being extra aggressive today.”
Robby smiles to himself, leaning over to grab something off the tray laying between you.
“Told you she's teething.” You roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.
“I can't believe it- ow! Hazel,” you hiss. Robby pauses, watching as you try to peek at the baby with one hand. “Gently honey. Mommy already has enough she's got to try and do with one hand.”
“Are you sure you don't want me to wait till you're finished feeding her?”
“It's okay,” you shake your head and smile. “You guys are busy enough. The Robinavitch’s are multitasking pros. I can manage.” Robby chuckles, shaking his head.
“Come on. Indulge me. I think this is the longest I’ve sat all morning.” You smile, your eyes raking over Robby.
He's sure he looks a mess, after two trauma cases and a patient consult. Hair mussed from running his hand through it, scrubs rumbled and splattered with something he couldn’t quite identify.
It still surprises him how much can change in just thirty minutes. Someone's whole life flashing by, blood on his hands and decisions on his head.
You hum, looking down at Hazel.
“Alright Doctor Robinavitch. Whatever you say.” Robby groans slightly, leaning back in his chair.
“Oh, don't call me that.”
“What,” you laugh. “It’s appropriate, no?” You gesture at the patient room, the walls lined with medical posters, curtains still drawn shut to give you privacy.
“Yeah, well not when it's coming from you. That's how we got this little one,” Robby reaches over and gently shakes Hazel’s small foot. She kicks back and you smile, arm adjusting to hold her closer again.
“Well it’s not my fault you have a thing for role play. And I wouldn't trade her for anything.”
“No. Me neither,” Robby chuckles. She'd been a surprise for sure. Almost more jarring than the first time around when you found out you were having twins. But it was hard to imagine life without her now.
Robby shakes his head and hums, picking up the medicated balm and beginning to smear it gently over your palm.
You sigh, eyes closing as you lean your head back against the chair. Robby smiles, watching you.
“Tired?” You nod.
“Yeah," you say slowly. "More frustrated, I think. I wanted to get some things done around the house today. Get the living room picked up at least.”
“It’s fine,” he shrugs, gathering a long strip of gauze to wrap around your palm. You peek your eyes open, unenthused.
“Robby, the same basket of laundry has been sitting by the couch for a week.”
“So have the girls put it away.”
“It’s your laundry.” He smiles sheepishly, looking down as he continues to wrap your hand.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” you tease. Robby can see a shift cross your face, and you get more serious. “I am going to need your help though. At least, for a couple days.”
“I know,” Robby scratches the scruff of his beard. “I figured I’ll have to rearrange some things.”
“By some things you mean getting home on time, right?” Robby gives you a look.
“Woah, hey. I’ve been getting home at a decent hour.” You throw him a look.
“Ten at night is not a decent hour, Michael.”
Oof. Michael.
Robby shifts in his seat, setting your now wrapped hand on the table between you. You slide it away, closer to you. Robby narrows his eyes.
“I thought you said you weren’t mad.”
“I’m not mad,” you huff. “I just… it’s hard sometimes. And I get it. I know you’re the boss and the hospital needs you. But we need you too, you know.”
“I know.”
“I mean it Michael. Those girls are growing up faster than you’d think. And while yeah, I wouldn’t mind you being home earlier to help around with dishes or watching the baby, I want you around to just be with them.” You smile sadly.
Robby knows he’s been busy. The long hours he’s been putting in, the overtime. The late nights where he’d get home and crash on the couch with barely a hello and goodnight to the girls. Dana always chided him for staying so late. Even when she was doing the same thing-
“You’re turning her into a single mother, Robby.”
“She’s okay. She hasn’t said it’s bothering her.”
“Of course it’s bothering her. Your wife is just a saint and won’t say anything because she hates seeing you worry.”
Robby looks at you now in the patient room, carefully pulling the nursing cover away now that you had both hands back, oddly adjusting your daughter as you check her.
“I think she’s finally asleep,” you murmur. Robby watches you carefully. Not assessing. Not diagnosing. Just watching.
It hits him then, watching you juggle his daughter and your injured hand and your other girls in the break room… just how much you truly kept everything held together.
The glue of the little Robinavitch clan.
And Robby had been playing the part of chief attending much more than he’d been playing father and husband. Leaving you to gather the pieces and try to make something good out of it. Robby scoots his chair closer to you, cupping your cheek as you look at him in surprise.
“I’m sorry.” Your eyes widen at the sudden movement.
“For what?”
“For not being here like I should. For having you worry about whether you’re bothering me at work when you’re hurting.”
“Robby-” He cuts short whatever you were going to say with a soft kiss, lips pressed gently against yours. You melt slightly into it, cheek pressed against his as he moves to press another against the corner of your mouth. Then the corner of your nose. And-
There’s a knock at the door. You hum, giving Robby a smile.
“I think that’s for you.”
“They can wait.”
“Robby…” you give him a look. He pulls back, thumb brushing against your cheek. “Go. It’s okay.”
Robby sighs, grunting as he pushes off from the chair. He pushes the curtain aside, taking in Whitaker standing nervously at the door.
“Yeah?” Robby asks, brows drawn low with curiosity. “What’s happening?”
“Uh, I was told I had to give this to you,” Whitaker holds out a perspirating plastic cup and a paper bag with something sweet smelling. “I believe the instruction was ‘make sure mom eats. So she feels better faster.’”
Robby laughs, taking the drink and bag, the smell of banana bread wafting towards his face. He also takes the phone Whitaker holds out, the dark phone case splattered with something that smells like whipped cream.
“Thanks for relaying the message huckleberry.”
“Oh sure. Your girls are quite the pair.” Robby smiles.
“They are.”
Whitaker stands awkwardly for a moment more before adding- “Also Dana said we’re in shambles without you.”
"Yeah, okay. Hang in there for a couple more minutes. I'll be back soon."
“Aye aye captain,” Whitaker gives a two finger salute. “Just don’t be too long. Dana might start threatening to recruit your girls.”
The two laugh and Robby closes the glass door gently, balancing the goodies in his hand. Your eyes are wide with appreciation as Robby holds up your food.
“It was for you.”
“Oh thank the Lord,” you grin.
Robby laughs, helping you take off the nursing cover, Hazel gently passed into his arms. You pick at the banana loaf, pushing a generous chunk over to Robby as he sits down again.
“Here.”
“No, I’m okay,” Robby shakes his head as he settles his sleeping girl on his chest. You give him a look.
“Robby…”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“I know you haven't eaten all morning.”
Robby huffs and takes a piece with a mumbled thank you. You give him a bright smile, letting out a pleased hum as you eat. Robby sits, enjoying what he knows is the last bit of quiet before he's thrown back into the throes of the ED.
You're packing up the diaper bag, the twins helping you tuck in extra bandage wraps and medicated ointment into the side pockets. Maddi happily slurps on a caramel lined coffee cup, Liz sipping at something tall and green. Robby watches them fondly as they hover over you, Hazel still sleeping in his arms.
"Mom, I got that."
"Here, I can hold the bag!"
"No I can-"
"Girls," you chuckle. "It's fine. One of you can hold the bag and the other can hold my drink."
Robby's phone pings and he fishes it out of his pocket, frowning as he reads the notification. You don't notice as you take the baby from him, holding her closely.
"You girl's ready to go?"
They nod enthusiastically, giggling softly beneath their breaths. Robby's frown deepens as he looks at them over his glasses.
“Hey… why does it say my card was charged a hundred and thirty dollars?”
Warning: mentions of Robby's trauma, death of his mentor, other than that I think it's pretty clear!
It had been a few months since Robby had taken his sabbatical. Ever since the pandemic—and especially after losing his mentor, Dr. Adamson—something in him had changed. The man you knew was still there somewhere, but he had become quieter, harder to reach. He'd built walls around himself, shutting everyone out, including you.
It had put a strain on your relationship. For a while, it felt like you were trying to understand someone who no longer wanted to be understood.
While he was gone, life had continued without him. It wasn't easy. There were days when you caught yourself reaching for your phone before remembering there was no one to call. But as the weeks turned into months, you slowly learned how to live without him. It still hurt, but with each passing day, it became just a little easier.
But Robby was back.
And somehow, despite everything that had happened, the two of you had found your way back to each other.
He was different. Lighter somehow. The grief was still there—you knew it always would be—but it no longer seemed to weigh him down the way it once had.
The two of you were talking again. Laughing together again. Spending your days off together, going on dates, and falling back into the little routines you'd missed more than you cared to admit.
It wasn't like picking up where you left off.
It was something new.
Something softer. Stronger.
And somehow, it felt even better than before.
Your coworkers had started to notice.
Especially your charge nurse, Dana.
The moment the two of you walked through the hospital doors together, smiling and laughing over something only the two of you understood, she smirked to herself.
It had become hard to miss.
You were dating your attending physician, Dr. Robby, again.
And judging by the way the two of you looked at each other, neither of you was trying very hard to hide it.
Things were different between the two of you now.
Life felt lighter.
Robby did, too.
He smiled more. Laughed more. The weight he'd been carrying for so long no longer seemed to rest so heavily on his shoulders.
You loved seeing him like this. Every laugh brought out the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and somehow, they had become one of your favorite things about him. They were a quiet reminder that he was finding reasons to smile again—and you couldn't help but smile right back.
The shift was finally winding down.
It had been one of those days where no one had stopped moving for more than a few minutes.
The biggest excitement had come just a couple of hours earlier when a mother rushed into the emergency department in active labor. She'd progressed far too quickly to make it upstairs to Labor and Delivery.
There hadn't been time.
"You're doing great," Robby reassured the exhausted mother, his voice calm despite the controlled chaos surrounding them. "I know it hurts, but I need one more good push."
You stood at his side, already anticipating what he needed before he had to ask.
"Gauze."
You placed it in his outstretched hand.
"Suction."
It was there a second later.
The nurses moved around the room with practiced efficiency, but it felt as though you and Robby had slipped into your own rhythm—the same one you'd shared long before everything had fallen apart.
Another contraction hit.
The mother cried out, gripping your hand so tightly you were certain she'd leave bruises.
"That's it," you encouraged with a reassuring smile. "You're doing amazing. Keep looking at me. You've got this."
"I can see the head," Robby said. "One more push."
The room collectively held its breath.
With one final cry, the baby's shoulders slipped free, followed by the rest of his tiny body.
For the briefest second, everything went still.
Then—
A loud, unmistakable cry filled the trauma bay.
Relief washed over the room.
Robby couldn't help but smile as he carefully lifted the newborn into his hands.
"Well," he chuckled softly, glancing toward the tearful parents. "Congratulations."
He looked down at the squirming little bundle before announcing with a grin,
"It's a healthy baby boy."
The room erupted into relieved laughter and happy tears.
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding, exchanging a quick look with Robby.
He caught your eye for just a moment.
It wasn't a grand gesture. Just a small smile that reached the corners of his eyes.
One that said we did good.
You smiled back before turning your attention to wrapping the tiny baby in a warm blanket and placing him gently against his mother's chest.
The new parents stared down at their son in complete awe, their tears quickly giving way to laughter as the little boy settled against his mother's heartbeat.
Moments like these made even the hardest shifts worth it.
You had already slipped on your coat and grabbed your bag after giving report to the night shift nurse taking over your patients.
Across the nurses' station, Robby was finishing up with Dr. Abbot, the attending covering the night shift. They exchanged updates from the day, going over a few lingering cases before Robby finally signed off.
It always took him a little longer to leave than it did you.
Leaning against the counter, you found yourself watching him without even realizing it.
Dana noticed immediately.
She walked past with a knowing smile, bumping your shoulder lightly as she did.
"You gonna keep staring at him," she teased, "or are you actually gonna let the poor man finish?"
Your cheeks warmed.
"I wasn't staring."
"Oh, honey," Dana laughed, glancing over at Robby before looking back at you. "You haven't stopped smiling at him since you got here this morning."
You rolled your eyes, trying—and failing—to hide your grin.
Before you could think of a comeback, Robby looked over, catching your eye from across the nurses' station.
"There he is," Dana said under her breath. "Look at that. He smiles every time he sees you."
Sure enough, the corner of Robby's mouth lifted into an easy smile.
"There," Dana said, satisfied. "Case closed."
You couldn't help but laugh.
A few moments later, Robby slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way over to you.
"What are you two talking about?" he asked.
"Nothing," you and Dana answered in unison.
Dana smirked.
"Have a good night, you two."
There was just enough emphasis on you two to make you laugh again as Robby reached for your hand.
Together, the two of you headed toward the exit, finally leaving another long shift behind.
The cold hit the moment you stepped outside.
Fresh snow blanketed the parking lot, and with every breath, little clouds of white drifted into the night air. The hospital glowed behind you, its lights reflecting off the untouched snow.
As you walked toward Robby's car, your shoulders brushed every now and then, neither of you in any hurry to get there.
Lately, you'd been staying over at Robby's place more often than not.
It hadn't been something the two of you had planned. One night had turned into a weekend, a weekend into a few nights a week, until eventually you found yourself leaving a toothbrush in his bathroom and a change of clothes tucked into one of his dresser drawers.
Things were becoming serious again.
Only this time, it felt steadier.
Like the two of you weren't trying to go back to what you had before, but were building something even better together.
"How was your day?" Robby asked with a smile, even though the two of you had spent most of it together.
You laughed softly.
"You were there for almost all of it."
"I know," he said, opening the passenger door for you. "I still want to hear about your version."
1
"How was your day?" Robby asked, smiling as though he hadn't spent most of it right beside you.
You looked at him with an amused grin.
"Seriously?"
"What?" he shrugged as he unlocked the car. "I like hearing you tell it."
A laugh escaped you as you climbed into the passenger seat. The warmth from the heater slowly chased away the chill that had settled into your bones.
"It was busy," you admitted, buckling your seatbelt. "I think half the city decided today was the day to visit the ER."
"Mmm," he hummed in agreement, pulling out of the parking space. "You're not wrong."
"But..." A smile tugged at your lips. "Getting to help deliver that baby made up for all of it."
Robby glanced over at you before turning his attention back to the snow-covered road.
"You were incredible in there."
You blinked.
"I was just doing my job."
"So was I." He smiled. "Doesn't mean I can't tell you you were incredible."
Your cheeks warmed despite the cold lingering outside.
"You always know what I need before I ask," he continued. "Half the time, I reach for something and it's already in my hand."
You looked down, suddenly very interested in the sleeve of your coat.
"I've worked with you long enough."
"It's more than that."
His voice was quiet, sincere.
"I trust you."
The words settled between you, carrying more weight than either of you expected.
After everything the two of you had been through—the distance, the hurt, the months apart—they meant more than a simple compliment.
You reached across the center console and slipped your hand into his.
"I trust you, too."
His fingers intertwined with yours without hesitation.
For the rest of the drive, neither of you said much.
You didn't need to.
The quiet wasn't awkward anymore.
It was comfortable.
The kind of silence that only came when you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
Home was a welcome sight by the time you pulled into Robby's driveway.
The snow crunched beneath your boots as he came around the truck, opening the passenger door before offering you his hand.
"You know I can get out by myself," you teased.
"I know," he said with an easy smile. "Humor me."
You slipped your hand into his anyway, letting him help you down.
Before either of you made it to the front door, he gently tugged you back toward him.
"What?" you asked, a smile already forming.
"I forgot something."
"Oh?"
He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss against your lips.
"There," he murmured. "That's better."
You laughed quietly, shaking your head as he unlocked the front door.
Things felt right.
Comfortable.
Like home.
Later that evening, after the two of you had finished dinner, you stood at the sink washing the dishes while warm water ran over your hands. The television hummed softly from the living room, filling the house with a familiar kind of background noise.
You were rinsing the last plate when you felt Robby step up behind you.
Without a word, he slipped his arms around your waist, pulling you gently against his chest.
You smiled to yourself.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you."
He chuckled, the sound low against your ear.
"You looked too peaceful to interrupt."
He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder before pressing a lingering kiss just below your ear.
"You smell good," he murmured.
"So do you."
For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
The dishes could wait.
The laundry folded on the couch could wait.
Right now, it was enough to simply stand there together, wrapped up in the quiet of the evening, grateful that after everything life had thrown at you both... this was where you had ended up.
"I've been thinking," he murmured against your neck.
You smiled, continuing to rinse the plate in your hands.
"Oh?"
He was quiet for a moment.
"About?"
He tightened his arms around your waist just a little.
"We should do the thing."
You laughed softly.
"What thing?"
He rested his chin on your shoulder, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"We should have a baby."
The plate in your hands nearly slipped.
You turned around to face him, searching his expression for any hint that he was joking.
He wasn't.
"You mean that?"
His smile softened.
"I do."
For a long moment, you simply looked at him.
There had been a time when you weren't sure the two of you would ever find your way back to each other. A time when the future you'd imagined together had felt impossibly far away.
And now here he was...
Talking about building one.
"I've never stopped wanting that with you," he admitted quietly. "And, honestly, I'm getting older. I don't want to keep putting it off if this is what I want anymore."
You blinked, your heart thudding a little harder in your chest.
He gave a small, almost shy smile.
"Watching you in the ER today, helping deliver that baby... it just kept sticking with me. You were so calm, so steady, so gentle with her. You'd make a great mom."
Your breath caught.
"And," he added, his voice dropping into something softer, more playful, "you'd look cute with a baby bump."
That pulled a startled laugh from you, your cheeks warming instantly.
He smiled wider at the sound, clearly pleased with himself.
"I mean it," he said, brushing his thumb along your waist. "You'd be adorable."
You shook your head, still smiling, still trying to steady the sudden rush of emotion in your chest.
"I just... I wasn't in a place where I could be the man you—or a baby—deserved."
You reached up and cupped his cheek.
"But I am now."
A smile spread across your face before you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I'd like that," you whispered. "I'd really like that."
Relief washed over his features, followed almost immediately by the biggest smile you'd seen from him in months.
"Yeah?"
You laughed through happy tears.
"Yeah."
He leaned down and kissed you, slow and unhurried, like he wanted to savor every second.
When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.
All I've ever known is how to hold my own / But now I wanna hold you too / You take me in your arms / And suddenly there's sunlight all around me / Everything bright and warm / And shining like it never did before / And for a moment I forget / Just how dark and cold it gets. —Hadestown, West End
content: a rainy day, broken car, and an invite walk into a bar.
wc: 2.9k
a/n: sorry for the delay, i’ve been mourning my very close personal friend Jacaerys Velaryon, Prince of Dragonstone and Rightful Heir to the Iron Throne, and lowk watching that show is draining inspo. I lowk was supposed to write the dinner scene, but i dont want to. maybe another time x.
fast as you can | all I ask of you
It had been a month or so since you abandoned the day shift, much to Samira's disappointment, not that she was surprised. If there was one thing Samira knew about you, it was that you were stubborn enough to walk straight into a burning building without hesitation, but when it came to your emotions… Well, you would always rearrange your entire life around before admitting something hurt.
And well …case in point.
Your decision came within the first few days of the conversation outside the bay; the awkward tension between you and Robby had become almost impossible to ignore. The Pitt was already a place where people noticed everything, and the obvious distance between you had become the new gossip. So, of course, they noticed.
Princess and Perlah were the first to start pestering you, cornering you whenever you were alone for barely more than a second.
"So," Princess had said one morning, leaning against the counter while pretending to organize supplies. "Are you ever gonna talk about why you and Robby are acting like divorcees?"
You nearly spit your coffee onto their iPad before you, defensively saying. "We are not acting like that!"
"Right…" Perlahh replied from beside Princess, already grinning. "It's just that—"
"Goodbye, Princess. Perlah." You said, rolling your eyes as you sped away.
Unfortunately for you, the entire department seemed to share their curiosity, and at some point,t you discovered the betting board. It happened by pure circumstance; you assumed that it was supposed to be hidden from you and Robby because it was the first time you had ever seen it, and it was ridiculously full of guesses. You could only read a few before Ahmad had stepped in the way: secret relationship, argument (robby's fault), smth else. So it's safe to say you switched as soon as possible.
The hospital was different at night compared to the many degrees of incidents that came in during the day; it was more subdued…if you could even say that. A lot of it was just normal drunk/high kids getting into accidents, maybe a car crash here and there, children whose fever spiked, and more. The night shift was a good change of pace. You've got to spend more time with Shen and Parker. And…most importantly, you stopped seeing him (for the most part). There was still a shift change, but it was easy to avoid him. You knew he always came in at 7:10 on the dot, so you would hide away, pretending to hand off patients to Samira, until he stopped talking to Robby. And at night, you would always pick up two or three Dunkin' lattes for your friends, so naturally, you would miss his exit.
And for the most part, it truly did work, except that you still thought about him more than you wanted to, but it was hard not to. There were moments when something ridiculous happened in the department, and your first instinct was still that he would find this funny. Other times, after a difficult patient outcome, you would catch yourself wondering what he would say because he always seemed to know how to make you feel better. It was hard, but this is life, and you weren't going to let a man play with your feelings.
But the universe liked to play tricks on people, which was why, a month later, you were standing in the parking garage at seven in the morning during a storm, turning your key over and over again in your piece-of-shit car. Unfortunately, the only response you would get was a loud whirring sound.
You sighed, resting your forehead against the wheel. "Of-fucking-course. You have got to be joe king"
It was already a long shift; your feet were hurting, and you just really…really wanted to go home. This was truly the last thing you needed. You tried again, hoping that it would miraculously pull through,h only for it to give another miserable whine.
Rain battered against the concrete openings of the parking garage, and sheets of water would blow sideways every time the wind picked up. The storm had rolled in sometime a few hours ago, and despite the rising sun, the sky was still a nasty shade of grey. You dropped your head back against the seat, staring into the rain before pushing open the door and climbing out into the damp morning air.
This weather was perfect for an old movie and being curled up in bed, yet you were being forced to suffer. You walked around to the front of the car, popping open the hood of your car.
You didn't know what you were even looking for. What even caused a car to make that stupid sound? Where was your father when you needed him? Maybe you should have moved with your parents…
"Ugh." You slam the hood down. What could you even do? There was always calling a tow truck, but at seven in the morning, even though the thought of sitting around for one almost made you want to cry. Your apartment wasn't exactly within walking distance either, and judging by the rain, it would've only been a longer walk.
You let out another sigh, rubbing both hands over your face before lifting the hood as though the engine could have fixed itself.
"Come on," You mutter, "Do anything literally."
You stared down into the engine bay, knowing you could only recognize three exact things: the battery, the windshield washer cap, and how potentially bad this could be for your wallet.
From somewhere behind you, a low rumble of an engine echoed through the garage, growing louder as a dark pickup rounded the corner onto your level. You barely glanced up at first, until the truck started slowing to a stop when it reached you.
You looked over just in time to see the driver's window slide down. The universe was really playing some huge prank on you. Robby looked at you from behind the wheel, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other draped over the open window. His hair was slightly damp from the rain, and there were the ever-present shadows beneath his eyes.
"…Car trouble?"
No, Robby, you just really liked observing the engine of your car. You could feel your eye twitch, whether from exhaustion or an already growing irritation, you did not know.
"Haha, yeah." You tucked a stray hair behind your ear as you gave a stiff nod.
He didn't respond as he pulled into the parking spot next to you, shifting the car into park.
"What are you doing?" you asked, watching as he reached for the door handle.
"Taking a look."
"You don't have to—" The rest of your sentence died out as he climbed out anyway, grabbing his travel cup from the center console before nudging the door shut.
"Mind if I?" he asked, nodding toward the engine.
Your first instinct was to tell him no. You'd already spent an entire month carefully avoiding him; accepting his help felt…like you were about to undo all that work. What other option did you really have? "Be my guest, Robby."
He leaned over the open hood, his brow furrowing almost immediately as he studied the engine. You watch him fiddle with a few hoses before moving to the battery, giving one of the cables an experimental tug. He reached farther in, almost disappearing entirely beneath the hood.
For several minutes, the only sounds were the rain pounding against the roof and the occasional metal click as he adjusted something.
"You can tell me if it's already dead," you said after a while. "I'm a big girl, I can take either."
A month ago, this would've been normal. You teasing him the entire time, Robby's occasional sarcastic reply, and whatever topic either of you could muster up. Now, it just felt empty.
After another minute, he finally stood up, "Can you try starting it?"
You nod, slipping back into the driver's seat and turning the key. The engine gave the same miserable whir before quieting. When you climbed back out, he was already rubbing the back of his neck with a thoughtful look.
"Well?"
"I've got good news and bad news." You motion for him to continue. "The good news is that I think I know what's wrong."
"And the bad?"
He rests his hands on the edge of the car. "It's not something we're fixing here."
You could feel your shoulders sag, "Figures."
Robby gave a small nod, glancing back into the engine one last time before carefully lowering the hood until it latched shut.
"It sounds like your starter's gone," he explained. "Or it's on its way out. Battery seems fine, and I'm not hearing anything that makes me think it's the alternator."
"And…"
"So," Robby translated, his lips quirked up in that stupid way, "you're going to need a mechanic."
You let out a long, defeated groan, tipping your head back slightly. "Fantastic."
"At least it's fixable"
"I know." You rub your eyes, "Just very impeccable timing."
He nods, "Good for you, though. I know a guy who can help."
"…You do?" Your eyebrows raise in slight disbelief.
"I know how to replace a starter."
You hesitate for a moment, "…I can just pay a mechanic, Robby…you don't have to do this for me.:
"You can," he agreed. "Or you can save yourself a few hundred dollars."
"You'd really fix it?"
Robby shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "It'll only take an afternoon."
You looked back at your car, drawing your lip between your teeth. It was difficult to argue with free, but still it didn't feel right. "I can't let you do that, it's fine really."
"Consider it an IOU."
You couldn't argue with that, so you just nodded. "…Thank you, Robby."
"Now," he said, reaching for his truck keys, "let's get you home."
"I'll just call an Uber."
He glanced toward the open side of the garage where the rain was still falling in relentless sheets. "You'll be waiting forever."
"I'll be alright, it'll probably be like 15 minutes only." You say, already moving to the passenger side of your car to retrieve your bag.
He calls your name, "You've been up all night."
"I can survive a little longer."
"No. I'm driving you," he said, already moving back to his truck and opening the passenger door. "You're tired, it's pouring, and I'm not letting you stand out here arguing with me in the middle of a storm. Get in the car."
You glance back at the hospital, "You have to take over for Abbot."
"He won't mind."
"Robby… You really don't have to. I don't like being a burden."
Something softened in his face. "You never have been."
"Alright." Your resolve faltered, and something in you really wanted to believe him. You rounded your car before sliding into the passenger seat. Robby closed the door behind you with a heavy thud, immediately muffling the storm outside until the split second when he got in.
Neither of you spoke as he pulled out of the parking garage. The windshield wipers swept steadily across the glass, matching the pace of the rain. For several moments, neither of you spoke as he merged onto the street.
The car smelled faintly of coffee and cedarwood with a hint of eucalyptus…maybe even spearmint, and something about it made your eyes feel heavier as you stared out into the rain.
"So…" He glances over at you, "How've you been?"
You jerk slightly, straightening back in your seat as you turn to look back at him. "Oh…I've been okay, nothing new to be honest."
Robby gives an affirmative hum, pursing his lips as his grip tightens slightly on the wheel. "And night shift?"
"I enjoy it, it's different." You say, watching as he seems to stiffen in his seat.
"Do you plan on staying longer?" He pushes on, "I…We miss you on the day shift. Langdon's getting lonely without you."
Your face scrunches up, a dry laugh escaping you, "I'm sure he is."
Robby's thumb tapped once against the steering wheel before he looked back at the road. Only the sound of the heater and the rain hitting the car filled the silence between you.
"You know what I mean," he said eventually
"Do I, Robby?"
His jaw shifted slightly. "You've been avoiding days."
"I switched shifts."
"You switched because of me."
Well…yes, but there was absolutely no way you were going to admit it. You looked out the window instead, watching familiar streets slide past. "Does it matter?"
"It matters to me."
You glanced back at him before staring down at the floor. His expression hadn't changed, but something was lying underneath it that you couldn't put your finger on.
"I just…" He shook his head. "I kept coming into work expecting to see you. And when you weren't there…" Robby swallowed. "It sucked."
Neither of you spoke after that, but it was painfully obvious that both of you had something you wanted to say.
It took another 15 minutes until he turned into your neighborhood,d and the storm had finally slowed into a steady downpour.
"You can just pull in over there," you said quietly, pointing toward your building.
Robby nodded, easing the truck into an empty visitor spot, shifting the gear into park. The engine continued to hum beneath you as the two of you kinda just eyed each other.
The windshield wipers swept back and forth a few more times before you decided to unclip your seatbelt. "…Thank you for the ride…and my car."
"You don't have to thank me."
"I do."
"You really don't."
You shake your head, offering him a small smile as your hand finds the door handle. As soon as you started to pull at it, Robby called your name.
"Wait…" He was staring straight ahead, jaw tight enough that you could actually see the muscle twitch beneath his cheek. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel as you turned to face him. He let out a slow breath, "I've started this conversation probably…" His thumb rubbed against the leather of the steering wheel, "…probably a hundred times."
"And?"
"And I still don't know how to say it."
Your brows furrowed as you leaned back in your seat. "Just say it."
"I—" Robby drags his hand down his face before letting it fall to his lap. "I owe you an apology."
He finally looked over at you, and for the first time in weeks, he didn't seem composed.
"…Robby."
"No." He shook his head. "Let me finish before I lose my nerve."
"That night outside the ambulance bay..." His eyes drifted toward the windshield,d where rain continued to crawl down the glass. "Instead of acting like an adult..." Robby continued, "...I panicked."
"You're so… you and I…don't deserve to be a part of your life. You're younger than me and absolutely radiant. I just don't understand why you would want to be with some old man who barely has a life. I thought it would be better to just… step away.
A part of you wanted to interrupt, but you could tell he still had more to say.
"I kept thinking if I gave it enough time, it'd get less awkward." He smiled bitterly. "Turns out ignoring the woman you like isn't actually a great strategy…"
Despite yourself, the corner of your mouth twitched as you tilted your head slightly, "Who would've thought?"
He let out a slight chuckle before shaking his head, "All this to say, I owe you a major apology. I'm sorry and…" Robby rubbed his neck, suddenly looking far more anxious than he had been apologizing. "If you would have me—if your answer's no, I'll understand— but…"
"God, Robby. Spit it out already." Your pulse was loud enough that you were sure he could hear it.
"I would like to take you out to dinner." He finally met your eyes, his cheeks turning pink as he stared you down.
Your lips parted slightly as he continued to ramble. "I mean, it doesn't have to be fancy or anything. We could go to Ritual House or Porch. Or you could choose—"
"Michael!" you interrupt, "I'll go to dinner with you."
Robby simply stared at you, as though he hadn't quite processed the words that had just come out of your mouth. His cheeks seemed to redden even more, and you had to fight to hold in a giggle. "…Okay?"
"Okay?"
A grin spread slowly across his face, genuine and unguarded. "I just... wasn't expecting you to say yes so fast."
"I wanted you to choose me."
Robby's expression softened into something so unbearably relieved that it made your chest ache. "I've been choosing you," he admitted quietly. "I was just too much of an idiot to let you know."
You laughed through the sudden sting behind your eyes.
"Yeah," you sniffed. "You kind of were."
"I know."
You moved to say something else when his phone started ringing. He jolted, his hands patting his jacket pockets before he remembered that his phone was shoved into his back pocket. "Shit, it's Abbot. I've got to go back."
You let out a huff of laughter before finally opening the cardoor. "Goodnight, Robby." You pause, your lip quirking up in thought, "Or Good Morning? Have a good day at work."
summary: despite you and robby agreeing to keep your strictly physical relationship under wraps, you self-combust when your attending keeps calling you 'sweetheart'.
wc. 1k
notes.this is completely based off my lab partner calling me 'sweetheart' and me nearly breaking a vial. enjoy :)
Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Thanks, sweetheart.
It replays in your head like a cursed audio loop as you meander your way through the Pitt. You stay focused but your mind circles back to it. Sweetheart.
The nickname (petname? Term of endearment? The fucking key to the unraveling of your psyche?) continues to echo around your head that Dana mistakes your distracted countenance for exhaustion and hustles you to the break room with a protein bar in hand. You take the few minutes of reprieve in hopes to recalibrate your headspace, prep yourself for the remaining hours of your shift, but instead you chew on that small little instance that rocks the world beneath your feet instead.
Dr. Robby had called you sweetheart.
It's not the first time he's called you anything by your name, given the fact that the two of you have been sleeping together by the time your final year of residency kicked off a few months ago. But the two of you have been detached and professional outside of the bedroom, managing to find time even when you've been moved over to the night shift to avoid any suspicion.
Covering a double means seeing Robby and you didn't realize how it rearranges the neat order of your life to see him in daylight after your midnight trysts.
"Hey."
Speak of the devil—
"Hi," you wave your half eaten protein bar, already leaning forward to get to your feet from where you've been hiding in the break room. "Did you need me for something?"
He shakes his head, a warm hand pressing on your shoulder to sit you back down while he remains standing. The distance, the way your head tilts up to meet his gaze, makes his head shortcircuit. The image flickers and the hospital is replaced with his bedroom, your chair replaced with his floor as he gazes down at you—
He blinks and the hospital shifts back into view. "No, Dana told me you were in here takin' a breather. You okay?"
You nod and take another chomp of your bar. "Yeah, she said I got a little spacey. Oh, the woes of a double."
A chuckle rumbles through his chest as he absentmindedly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. It's done casually, like he didn't even think about what he's doing. Second nature. "Make sure you get some sleep tonight, sweetheart. Did you need a ride?"
"I—" Your lashes flutter, mouth parting slightly in shock. "Um. Yeah. Yes, please."
Something settles in his chest at your easy compliance. "Good. Meet me at the ambulance bay after handoffs then."
The door shuts behind him when he leaves you but you're still staring at the door in utter befuddlement. When did Dr. Robby get so… boyfriend?
—
The rest of the shift goes by smoothly, enough traumas (and even a degloved foot) to keep your mind on the fact that the attending you've been fucking has suddenly taken on the boyfriend mantle. It's disarming to say the least, garnering attention from the other day shift residents and nosy nurses whenever Robby hovers close enough to touch.
"Sweetheart, go finish charting," he interrupts your conversation with McKay, steering you away from chairs where you've been headed to help triage. "Your shift's almost over and you've been dead on your feet."
Exhaustion has you nodding in easy agreement as the older woman enlists Joy instead to help out but the familiar petname zaps you awake the moment you settle behind the computer.
Beside you, wheels scrape against linoleum floors and Trinity is immediately hissing in your ear in absolute giddy— "'Sweetheart'?"
You wince and shove her shoulder to push her off before glancing up to see Princess and Perlah nowhere to be seen. "Shut up."
"Since when did you and Dr. Grumpy make things official?"
The cursor blinks in front of you as you try to recall your last patient. "We didn't. And stop talking so loud—!"
"Please— the entire department know you two have been messing around, I just didn't think he's been promoted to boyfriend—"
"Who got promoted to boyfriend?"
Your stomach drops and you peek over your shoulder to see the man in question, holding his bag and yours. Trinity's grin is downright villainous as she rises from her chair to make her exit. "Nothing, Dr. Robby. Have a good night, you two."
Your fingers fly across the screen to finish and submit before getting to your feet. When you reach up to grab your bag, he angles his shoulder away to stop you. "Dr. Robby—"
"No, I got it. Come on, I took the car with me today."
You trail behind him in slight apprehension but upon feeling the curious looks from incoming night shift (as well as Dr. Abbot's amused stare), you scurry faster to walk beside Robby.
"Did I do something?" you blurt out before the two of you can get too far.
Robby pauses, chuckles and gives you a confused but easy smile. "No…? Do you think you're in trouble, sweetheart?"
"That!" You jab a finger up at his lips, feeling the double hit you all at once; your brain to mouth filter is non-existent now. "Sweetheart! You don't call me that, you don't make me take breaks during a busy shift, you fuck me 'til I cry and give me coffee before I leave. Did I miss something important?"
His smile falls and dread creeps in. You ruined it now. "I… didn't realize it wasn't as smooth as a transition as I thought."
"What?"
He sets down the bags to hold you gently by the shoulders, slightly lowering himself to meet your eyes. The simple action makes something warm twist happily in your stomach. "I thought I could've started hinting at wanting more instead of just scaring you off by asking you out on a date."
"… what?"
Robby frowns now and he gently holds your cheek. His gaze is clinical and you realize he's trying to diagnose whatever the hell's wrong with you and not the fact that he's flipped your world upside down. "Did you hit your head—"
"No! I'm fine, I just— I didn't expect you to… want more." You shrug, seeking out this newfound type of attention. "Your seven-week threshold for dating isn't exactly a secret. In fact, I was expecting you to start ghosting me."
A wry chuckle escapes him. "Sweetheart. We've been fooling around for nine weeks now."
"… oh."
"Mhm. So, you ready to head home and get some sleep?"
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During your shifts at Ptmc. More than likely, your hair was always up. A ponytail, a messy bun, a claw clip. Something to keep it back. He saw the wave pattern, sure. But he underestimated it entirely.
You'd come in off shift during the mass shooting. Hell, he saw it. Everyone did.
Your hair was natural, your clothes were tousled from obviously running here but your hair was a mix of waves and ringlets. Slightly frizzy. But thats what made them so beautiful, at least to him.
That day, youd shoved it up and saved so many patients with him.
It blossomed from there. He spoke to you more often, asked you to dinner. He just thought you were gorgeous. He almost protested when your hair was straight during your first date. But he held back.
Then you started dating. Around two months or so into it. You started to realise. When you got out the shower, your hair fell into its natural pattern.
You believed men only liked straight hair, so thats what you did. But he hated it. I mean, you'd look gorgeous in a trash bag to him but thats beside the point.
He loves your curls because there what makes you, you.
He protested when he saw you pick up the hairdryer and brush. His brown eyes silently pleading you.
"Wear it curly."
He'd tried to say as naturally as possible but the silent yearning in his eyes totally gave him away. Your brows furrowed before complying.
It'd been around thirty minutes, he was lounging on the couch. His eyes actually widened and he stood to walk towards you.
He could fall to his knees before you. Its perfect.
Its got character, slight frizz to them, some arent formed into proper curls.
As if he'd care anyway. He smiles before immdiately kissing your forehead.
"You look gorgeous."
He murmurs softly. Nothing but tender love in his voice. You pout then.
"I hate it."
You mutter, your hand raising to scrunch them up in hopes to get rid of the frizz. He pulls away to look at you and sees the genuine distaste.
So, he spends that entire morning telling you how beautiful it is. Pushing it to the side when he kisses your neck. His hand absently stroking over it, not through it when you were sat with him.
However, his favourite thing to do was help you do it. He'd help you scrunch the back of your hair. An amused glimmer in his eyes. Almost proud.
Even when you brushed through it before you showered and it literally grew three times. He laughed, and you did too. Sheepishly hiding your face beneath the frizzy locks. Which worked due to the frizz. Like curtains.
"Lend me some of your hair."
He'd tease, and you'd just roll your eyes at him. His eyes crinkling with his grin.
Much to his effort, you fell back in love with it. Only because he liked it so much and I believe his words were:
"It makes you like some kind of goddess."
Those were the words he muttered when he saw how it spread across the pillows when you were beneath him. Nothing but worship in those brown eyes.
dr. robby x exwife!reader ; you stop by the ER before leaving for a night out with your friends. a little glimpse of how their domestic life is looking lately / would u believe me if I say this is one of the first pieces I wrote for this series? it's one of my faves as well :) i hope u like it <3
warnings: jack is messing with robby / smuttish ?
words: 1k
don’t forget to check the masterlist for more toxic behavior content
You were hoping to find him at his desk. As you hit the ground-floor button, backpack slung over your shoulder, you felt a surge of confidence in your going-out outfit and matching heels. You had hoped he would be there to see you.
Leaning against the counter beside his computer, you gave him enough time to run his eyes up and down your body.
“Wow,” he said, but his voice remained flat.
“I’m leaving for the day.”
“I can see that.” He held your gaze a second too long before returning to his screen, his fingers resuming their rhythm on the keys.
You walked behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders to work out the tension in his muscles. Robby released a sharp exhale at the pressure. An old habit you kept. It soothed both of you.
“The kids are with my parents. Please pick them up before nine; otherwise, they’ll be asleep and it will be a mess.”
“I know. I will.”
“No sugar,” you added, slipping into your usual lecture. “And no TV.”
“Got it.”
“Do you work tomorrow?” You pushed slightly forward to look down at him.
He looked up over the rim of his glasses. “No.”
“Neither do I. Let me know when is a good time to pick them up.”
His hand reached up to cover yours. “Maybe we can do something together?”
You nodded. It was easy, and it was normal. You were still a family, after all. Robby was a great father, and co-parenting meant you were in this for the long run. Both of you.
“There's my man! Get her back, you idiot!” Jack all but howled from the entrance of the Pitt.
You laughed, shaking your head at him. Jack walked to the counter, leaning his forearms across the surface behind Robby’s monitor.
“Well, look at you, darling. You look great.”
You muttered a hushed “thanks,” continuing to knead Robby’s shoulders as he sifted through his email.
“Where are you guys going?”
Robby signaled you with a finger.
“Just me. Friday night out with the girls,” you said with a smile.
Jack’s mouth dropped open. “Just you?”
“Yep.” You popped the P.
“Well, looking like that, you aren’t paying for a single drink tonight. That’s for sure.” He flashed his trademark smirk.
You sighed. “Your mouth to God’s ears.”
Robby scoffed, shaking his head in amusement.
“Aren’t you going to do anything about that, man? That’s your wife.”
“Ex,” Robby said, not looking up from his typing.
“Oh, so you’re single?” Jack teased you.
Robby merely raised a hand and flipped him the middle finger.
“I should get going.” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to Robby’s cheek. “If you need me, please call. I promise I’ll be sober enough. If they can’t sleep, call me and I’ll be there, alright?” You shifted to lean your hip against the desk.
Robby stood, his hand rising automatically to cup your cheek. “We’ll be okay. Have fun.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
Seeing him like this still made your knees weak. In your heels, you were closer than usual—dangerously close—and you could smell his cologne. You could have easily pushed forward to reclaim his lips.
“Just kiss her, man,” Jack called out.
You cackled, finally turning away. Waving your goodbyes to the crew, you headed for the exit.
“Come on, dude. You can’t be cool with this. She could meet someone,” you heard Jack insisting behind you as the click of your heels echoed through the ER.
“We are divorced, Jack. Mind your own business.” Robby said to put an end to it.
And it wasn't because he wasn't jealous.
He knew there was a chance you could meet someone.
But he also knew you would most likely call him in the middle of the night, to ask about the kids, and he’d say they’re asleep, and you’d ask about him, and he’d say he is awake, and you’d ask if you could come over, and he’d say yes.
And he’d let you see the kids fast asleep in their rooms, and he’d offer a glass of wine, and you’d say yes, but you’d end up making out on the counter instead.
And he’d take you to bed, and he’d kiss every single piece of your skin he could, and he’d get to taste you again, and if he was lucky, to even have your mouth on him; and he’d fuck you and he’d whisper “nobody else can fill you like I do” in your ear as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed.
And you’d close your eyes and shake your head, and you’d bite his neck, and then mumble “harder” and he’d comply and slip a finger inside your mouth to stop you from making any noise, and he’d whisper “we don’t want to wake them up, baby” as he guided you through the edges of pleasure.
And you’d sleep tangled to him, and his hands would search for your waist in his sleep. And you’d wake up in the morning, and after kissing him good morning you’d take your things and leave before the kids woke up, because you don’t want them to be confused about you and their father’s relationship.
Because you are, at the end of the day, divorced.
You looked back and sent Robby a wink before leaving the ER. A tease, a fleeting flirt, an inside joke, a silent promise that screamed see you later.
smutty blurb request for agegap robby where he likes to end the day with you riding his thigh/dry humping until you make a mess on his lap so he can clean you up before bed? 😵💫
blurb requests are open — ♡
oh sweet nonnie...... this was so much fun to write omfg.
quick warning: excessive daddy kink and indulgent uses of petnames!
robby likes to think he's doing better now, finding new routines to have a healthier work-life balance. he doesn't stay later than his alotted shift and he's got something else to help him destress once he gets home.
you.
"fuck, daddy—!" you squeal as your legs slot around his thigh, your panty-clad clit rubbing against the firm muscle beneath you. robby grunts as you push his shoulders back against the headboard from your eagerness. you're like a bunny on his lap, young and overeager in the way you chase your pleasure like this.
"feels good, princess?"
his tone is condescending, dark eyes glimmering with poorly-hidden lust behind his readers, as his large hands grope your perky ass to guide your squirming hips. his own cock is stiff, pressing against his thigh, but he ignores it in favor of the way your tits bounce in the white negligee you have on.
"mhm, so so good," you mewl and one hand leaves your ass to grope your tits instead, greedy in the way he skims a thumb along your nipple before it travels up your neck to hold your jaw. a self-satisfied moan escapes you, leaning into his palm before he's pulling you in to swallow each sweet noise with a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
"yeah?" he murmurs against your mouth, gasping into his while he finally slides down a hand to rub your clit with a merciless precision that has you cumming hard in your panties and on his lap. "made a mess, baby."
"sorry, daddy," you whimper but he tsks gently, shushing you again with feather-light kisses along your cheek and jaw. he lays you onto your back before he settles between your legs, pushing the lacy fabric up your chest just for his own sick viewing.
"s'alright, darling, just let me see the mess you made, hm?" his voice is velvet across gravel, pushing your inner thighs apart to see the sopping fabric that greets him. he kisses your clit through the cotton panties, your hips jolting upwards from the sensitivity. "nuh-uh, stay still. how can i clean you up if you keep moving, baby?"
you offer another pathetic apology but it falls on deaf ears when robby makes a home of his face between your legs, his beard rasping deliciously against your slick inner thighs when he tugs your panties aside to lick up the sides of your lips to capture the slick with his tongue. his large hands brace along your inner thighs, the fabric of your panties hooked into one finger to keep them in place so he can delve the tip of his tongue through your folds.
"daddy—!" you gasp as you squirm and wriggle but his arms are steel, keeping you in place against the mattress. it leaves you in the mercy of his tongue, his scruffy mouth determined to lick and lave every drop you've left behind. the low grunts coming from him are muffled but doesn't lessen the obvious enthusiasm he has for eating you out.
"love your fuckin' pussy, sweetheart, so so sweet for me," he mutters, pussy-drunk now as he leans his cheek against your thigh, his calloused fingertips dragging your labia aside to stare at your cunt with the same lovesick expression he holds for you. "look at her, so fucking pretty..."
"ngh, daddy..." you whine as he gives your cunt another slow drag, purposely missing your entrance to spoil your clit with attention. your toes curl as it skyrockets you into your second orgasm of the night but robby doesn't stop, spreading your folds so he can capture every bit of your cum.
when he pulls away, utterly satisfied, his beard is damp with your slick and his readers a tad bit crooked on his nose. "all clean, princess. time for bed, hm?"
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thinking about people witnessing the bossman michael 'robby' robinavitch turning into a softy, submissive pushover when he's with you
like asking him to fetch you something (perhaps a drink) without saying please, only a soft "mikey, can you..." and he immediately gets up without a second thought and follows your command with a "yeah honey"
at a bar or at a party, robby sitting with his legs spread wide open, you standing in between them facing him, his head smushed against your abdomen as you play with his hair, robby's arms wrapped tightly around your legs to keep you still
people hearing the way he whispers to you a soft and pleading "give me one?" when he's leaning in, a giddy smile on his face, theres literally twinkles in his eyes as he's trying to steal a kiss from your lips, eager to show his affections even when theres an audience around
witnessing as you sit on his lap, the way you walk up to him and order him to 'lean back' and settling on top of him, robby constantly planting his lips on your shoulder, looking up at you adoringly (and so so whipped) as you continue the conversation with colleagues and friends while sitting comfortably on his thighs
pulling him towards places by the fabric of the front of his shirt or at his sleeves and he lets you, following your lead happily without protest, sometimes you pull so abruptly he gets a lil bit of whiplash but he just chuckles in response to your excitement or eagerness
most hilariously, and specially when its jack or dana being the ones who witness it: when you're talking or telling a story and robby chimes in on impulse or without warning and you snap at him "baby- dont interrupt me" and robby stops immediately, only a small little amused huff in response
