soulluvrrr

we can criticize dr. al-hashimi’s character and not be microagressive thx!

kcrlfs

listen… robby robinavitch may be a sad boy but that man also canonically Fucks

cerayanay

> rob a liquor store

> evade police on bike

> eat shit

> go to ER

> tell doctor she reminds you of dead mother

> fall in love with her

> knock her over when cops come

> evade police AGAIN

In less than 24 hours, mind you

alethialia

One thing I dig about Robby is that he's wildly kind and empathetic... and also an entire fucking dick. Queen Bitch of the Cunt Parade over there. Thinks he's got all the answers, hates to have his authority questioned (especially by women!), and snarking back is his first instinct. Fandom has a tendency to sand off his edges because of his big heart, but nah dudes, this man will cut you.

And I fuckin' LOVE it.

sadboyrobby

DR. MICHAEL "ROBBY" ROBINAVITCH
THE PITT S2 E2, 8:00 A.M.

babyonboard

jack abbot x f!reader

It’s a Saturday morning, fog and rain covers Pittsburgh like a shadow, blocking the sun and making it still virtually dark out when Jack gets home. Despite your insistence to him that you’re a deep sleeper, you both know you flinch awake the second the front door opens in the morning when he gets home from work. You shift under the covers without opening your eyes, hearing his heavy footsteps across the apartment. The safety you subconsciously feel now that he’s home is enough to make you sink deeper into the mattress, pull the comforter up to your chin, and begin drifting back to your dreams, despite your weak efforts to stay awake until he comes to bed.

In and out, in and out, in and out of sleep your mind and body goes while you hear the shower running, until you hear the bedroom door open and close gently. Now awake and feeling his presence move around the bedroom, you don’t move a muscle, don’t even peak your eyes open, even when he climbs into bed next to you.

Pretending to sleep, you let a half naked and freshly showered Jack pull your back against his chest. It’s hard to not giggle or writhe when you feel his stubble against your cheek, especially when it feels like he’s doing it purposefully.

“Faker.” Jack whispers, his lips brushing your ear.

Your whole body slumps, eyebrows furrowing as you finally open your eyes, even though he can’t see your pouty face. “How’d you know?” You whisper back, he can hear the smile you are fighting in your soft voice.

“Just know you too well.” He said, his breath brushing against your neck. He pulls you in tighter against him, kissing your cheek once his arms are wrapped fully around you. “Can’t hide anything from me, doll.”

natendo-art

"Someone must have been in a bad way to walk away from you, little one"

Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch is a gentle sweetheart your honour 🥺💕

babyonboard

michael robinavitch x f!reader ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ mdni

(Can’t stop thinking about boyfriend/sugar daddy Dr. Robby)

Of course there’s gossip at the Pitt, there always has been. Who’s fucking who, who’s talking shit, who has a crush. Dana blames the interns for the gossip, the attendings blame Dana, the interns blame the attendings.

Normally a lover of work gossip, you can’t help but hate that you feel like the center of the drama right now. It’s hard to ignore the way people have been glancing at you recently. Robby swears he hasn’t told anyone, and you even make a point to drive to work separately when you both leave his house in the morning. You can’t put your finger on why you’re feeling paranoid, but it’s hard to not notice Santos whispering to Whitaker when you walk into your shift, or Princess and Perlah looking you up and down then giggling.

“You get your eyelashes done?” Dana asks from behind the nurses station as you sit perched behind the computer.

Glancing up from under your newly done eyelash extensions, you smile uneasily. “Yeah.” You answer simply, trying to figure out her tone and demeanor, which seem slightly judgy.

“They look good.” She replies, picking up a paper from off her desk, her knowing eyes scanning you. “I always wanted to get mine done, but they’re pretty expensive. Too expensive for my nurse salary.” The jab comes out warm enough to not sound accusatory, but the both of you know what her comment means. How could you, a nurse, afford it?

Looking like a long-eyelashed-deer in headlights, you blink back at her. “Yeah, um, I get them done cheap.” You mumble out an excuse, stumbling out of your chair to pick up an iPad and swiftly walk towards a non-existent patient.

Maybe it’s just a fluke. Maybe she was just wondering. There’s no way everyone put two and two together, no way they could know you have one of Robby’s credit cards in your wallet.

“I love your bag.” Dr. McKay gushes somewhat genuinely as you pull your new purse out of your locker. “What is that, Prada?” She announces too loudly for your liking.

Much to your delight, you see Santos and Javadi eyeing you, more so your bag, from a distance. Fuck.

fatherpo

robby type in women:

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