Old Man Yaoi

He/They | Art and Writing Side blog for The Pitt Rabbot truther - Reqs open

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Some cheeky Abbot sketches that I might render later 🧍

I’m working on some writing it’s like 3k rn but I have exammmssss urgh I just wanna write old men so disgustingly in love it’s not funny

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I made a Rabbot playlist 🧍

If anyone has any song suggestions I’d be happy to hear em 😔

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Does anyone have any rabbot requests for me to write perchance? I have several drafts but most of them are half baked at the moment but I'm working on em, not particularly looking for smut, mostly angst and fluff (mainly bc I'm an inexperienced smut writer and I'll embarrass myself but if it is smut I’ll give it my best shot) but anything honestly just chuck it 😞

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In an unrequited love situation, which one in Rabbot is pining for the other?

Robby

Abbot

Voting ended onApr 18

I have a draft of unrequited love Rabbot but I cannot decide which one is pining and which one isn’t reciprocating because I see so much angst for boaf urghhhhhhhh papa me want angsty old man yaoi😔

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Robby and Abbot in the pilot script out of context really crack me up for no good reason 🧍

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Jack uses cooking as a form of therapy. Instead of scalpels slicing through the fat and tissue of the stranger on a gurney, he’s chopping fresh veggies and meats in the kitchen with the soft sound of music instead of the deafening beeping of EKGs that continued to ring in his ears long after his shift ended. It’s something to keep his hands busy and it beats the cafeteria food any day. He likes using recipes and the precision it comes to following the instructions, it makes him have to think a little less after a particularly harrowing shift.

He found comfort in the soft sizzling of the pan as the meat seared and cooked to a golden brown and thought it an art of adding the spices to season it to perfection (maybe he had ordered a spice rack off amazon, that’s how into it he was getting). Most of all he found enjoyment for cooking for his husband who came home, tired and weary after a soul crushing shift to a laid table and the scent of something delicious wafting through the air. He knows the man probably hasn’t eaten for the full day of running around and stressing himself out half to death, the least he can do is provide him with a nutritious, filling plate of hot food.

Jack knows Robby has self destructive tendencies. Sometimes he mutters things under his breath thinking Jack can’t hear after declining food that’s offered. Things along the lines of ‘not deserving it’. Complete bullshit. The veteran knows Robby blames himself for every little thing that goes wrong in the PTMC. He bears the responsibility of everyone he’s in charge of, personally taking on the burden of any mistake they make.

Jack often finds himself spoon feeding an absent minded Robby on the couch or in bed while he’s distracted by the tv or something on his phone. Robby with compliment him on his cooking most days, saying he’s getting better at it which earns him a light hearted smack on the shoulder but he’ll still get some expertly cut fruit for desert. He sometimes brings leftovers in a box to drop off to Robby on his lunch breaks, knowing the most his husband would have had was a piece of fruit, a protein bar or nearly a cup of coffee. He’d leave a sticky note with some cheesy joke or a simple ‘I love you’ with a wobbly heart, hoping to bring a little light into his man’s day. Jack receives no more pleasure than in keeping his husbands belly full and keeping him happy and healthy, it’s become one of his love languages in a way.

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Mayhaps I started on a cheeky Abbot sketch (it will look better I pinky swear, rendering makes it all better SND YES I WILL ADD HIS FRECKLES DO NOT LET ME FORGET)

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Jack Abbot who subconsciously can’t sleep with his back to any potential entrance or anyone he may have in his bed at any given time. Sure he’s gone to therapy and his PTSD has become a little more manageable, but the army trained his brain into being wary of everything and looking at everyone as a potential threat.

When Robby first started to sleep with him he would sleep facing towards the man, not that he didn’t trust him, but out of habit. Over the next few months he found himself being able to sleep on his back and one day he woke facing the opposite wall. He could let his walls down around Robby, he could lay belly up and exposed around him and secretly he was overjoyed. He didn’t think he’d be able to feel this way again, not since his wife passed.

Now consider Robby thinking Jack was falling out of love with him. His insecurities rising as he sees that Jack can’t even face to look at him when they go to bed. His mood gets worse and he covers up more, stuck in his head about the worse case scenarios. He blows tiny little things out of proportion like Jack sending short answers in texts or not always saying love you when they say goodbye or sometimes Jack doesn’t want physical touch. Of course Jack notices and tries to pry open his clamshell but Michael stays tight lipped and just says it’s getting busy on the day shift. Of course it doesn’t help that they only have fleeting moments at handover time to see each other for the most part.

Jack manages to pull in some favours and gets the weekend free for both him and Robby so they can sit down and talk because the man he loved with all his heart was looking terrible. Robby finally just says what’s been on his mind off the last few months, voice cracking and eyes glistening with unshed tears as everything just spills out. Jack is simply too stunned for a few moments as he simply can’t comprehend it. He comforts him with a tight hug and a kiss on the head and lets him just cry it out. When it’s calmer he gently asks what made him think that way, pressing a mug of chamomile tea into his shaking hands. Robby explains it all stemmed from the sleeping thing and just spiralled from there, small things building up until the pressure cracked his tough outer shell and he couldn’t keep up the facade anymore. He asks Jack ‘do you still love me?’ Which the veteran immediately responds with ‘yes’ as fast as humanly possible.

Jack always had issues with expressing his emotions, worsened by the army. Things he said came off as blunt and sometimes not the way he intended. He thought he was doing a good job as a partner to Robby, he kept everything clean, went out grocery shopping and made sure to get Robby his favourite snacks with everything meticulously organised in the fridge and cupboard. Because his love language wasn’t through words, he showed it with actions and acts of service. Sometimes he didn’t like to be touch because it was one of those days where everything was too much, and he was terrified he’d lash out and hurt Robby. He’d never meant to hurt him in such a way. He didn’t want his man to be such a wreck, all because of him, the man who was supposed to love him with complete and utter devotion.

He started to explain things, staring with the sleeping facing away from him thing, then the touch thing and so on and so forth. They talk it out for a while, perhaps realising that they hadn’t exactly eased themselves into the relationships as much as they thought and didn’t explain quirks or boundaries fully (perhaps because they hadn’t dated in such a long time). They spend the weekend in bed or on the couch, just spending time with one another and slowly starting to heal what had been broken.

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Robby falling asleep to noise. He always watches the national geographic. It’s routine when he gets home, maybe eats dinner if he’s not too tired, showers to wash the guilt and grime off (so what if he cries in there, that’s his business), crawls into bed and watches the tv with glazed eyes until he falls asleep. That sleep is plagued with nightmares that have him waking up with a cold sweat on his brow, gasping for air.

Jack who yaps when it gets too quiet and cradles him close to his chest, cuddling on the couch, prosthetic off in its usual space, propped up. He presses lazy kisses to the top of the brunette’s head, trying to convey how much he loves him in every one. The tv is just background noise, he wasn’t paying much attention to it in the first place, not when Robby looked like he was about to have a breakdown as soon as he walked through the door. After feeding and bathing and dressing him in some of his own clothing, Jack swaddled him in a blanket and tucked him into his chest, putting the tv on and quietly rambling on about something or other he read online. The sound of his voice slowly faded as Robby’s breathing started to slow and even out. Jack knew his favourite spot was having his head tucked close to his heart, listing to it thump. Warm. Alive. He reached to get the remote and turns the tv off, opting to card his fingers through his lover’s hair, falling asleep himself eventually.

When they have a power outage and Robby can’t have anything on in the background, plagued by the noises from the ER, monitors, codes, dying breaths of his patients, Jack keeps talking until he gets out of his head enough to at least relax if not fall asleep. He gently scratches the hair in the back of Robby’s neck, it gets him all pliant and makes his brain a little softer, more forgiving. Jack will be the rock in his storm of self hatred and guilt as long as he needs it.