(My hc is that Jack would wait for Robby to make the first move, although he’s come to terms with his love for Robby for a while. Jack made up his mind long ago to hand the reins to Robby and let him initiate only when he feels ready so that Robby won’t run away afterwards 🥺)
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Robby stays at Jack’s after being talked off the roof.
The look on Jack’s face was so genuinely worried and scared, even, that Robby let himself be persuaded to stay the night. He walks out from Jack’s en-suite after showering only to find the night shift attending already asleep.
The only sound in the bedroom is Jack’s soft snore, accompanied by the faint tap of water droplets escaping from Robby’s damp head of hair and finding their way to the hardwood floor.
Robby stops by the threshold and leans against the wall, entranced by the closeness and intimacy of the view in front of him. Jack’s waist peeking out from under the covers. The gentle yet steady rise and fall of Jack’s chest and the shape of his muscles illuminated by the night light Jack left on for him.
Robby suddenly has an urge to trace his fingertips and map out the freckles on Jack’s exposed skin.
The thought surprised him.
Robby has yet to identify just how much love he has been holding for Jack, a love that until then has been compartmentalized into friendship and companionship.
But as he takes tentative steps towards the head of the bed, his gaze finds Jack’s lips and he cannot keep his eyes away.
The unguarded and tender side of Jack that Robby hardly ever has the chance to witness. And now in a dimly lit room, in the middle of the night, Robby finds himself being offered something he would never have dared to think about wanting.
He takes a deep breath in, exhales, the air coming out shaky.
Robby realizes two things at the same time.
His heart is beating incredibly fast.
And for some reason, Jack’s lips look awfully kissable.
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He has no idea what to do with that information. Robby tries to press these feelings back into the seldom-visited side of his heart where they emerged from, but he can’t get them past the lump in his throat.
Robby considers leaving.
For a brief moment he seriously thought about it. And for the next few seconds he ruefully blames himself for even letting his mind get that far.
Robby stands there and remains incredibly still, holding himself with the resolve of a man believing that he could disappear into himself if he tried hard enough.
He pictures himself putting his clothes back on, reconstructing his armor piece by piece.
Choosing to run away seems so easy.
It won’t be his first rodeo.
Robby thought bitterly.
In fact, this was just going join his array of shy-of-seven-weeks things that he can avoid having to label.
This should be easy.
But his feet feel heavy somehow.
In the humming quietness that air carries in moonlit rooms, Robby studies the person in front of him.
Jack, close enough to be within his arms’ reach.
The thing is, he should have known that nothing is easy when it comes to Jack.
Jack has always mattered in the special way treasured moments in life demand more deliberate and responsible choices.
But as he blinks, and blinks again, all he can see are those tousled curls and slightly parted lips.
Jack’s curls.
Jack’s lips.
Unexpectedly, Robby’s heart feels terribly full. Something simultaneously calming and nerve-wrecking is threatening to burst out of his skin.
An overwhelming sensation that he can no longer pass as anything else.
His instinct tells him that he’s meant to do something.
And Robby doesn’t allow himself to turn away this time.
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The bedsheet ruffles. Curls brush against the pillow as Jack turns and yawns.
Hazel eyes meets brown ones.
A small quirk appears on the lips Robby has been dedicating what seems like a lifetime staring at.
“Hey.” Jack coos.
Robby’s breath catches. He forgets how long he has been standing there, absorbing the shift of energy as Jack slowly wakes.
He looks so much younger when he sleeps.
Robby catches himself thinking.
So much softer, adorable even.
Robby licks his lips before he realizes, physical response getting ahead before he can implement any emotional control.
Jack’s smile visibly widens.
“Whatcha starin’ at?” Keeping his eyes on Robby’s, he shuffles closer to the edge of the bed, looking up.
With a mischievous grin turned slightly flirtatious, in a way only Jack can manage,
“See something you like?”
He bites his bottom lip before letting go, all in the split second between Robby’s heartbeats.
Robby’s heart seizes in response. His gaze darts between Jack’s eyes and his lips, each moment passing growing heavier, more tempting.
He could have sworn something is starting to take shape in his heart.
A shape that resembles the person who is currently inches away from him.
Robby lunges forward, closing the gap before he starts to overthink.
As their lips meet, he feels a huff of breath against his own, followed by a fond chuckle.
“About damn time, Robinavich.”
Robby feels the shape of the words before hearing them, their mouths chasing each other’s, sharing a dance that comes naturally and instinctively.
And yeah, that confirms it.
Robby’s body says it before he could put it to words.
He blushes as the realization settles.
Love.
Jack’s nose nudges against Robby’s face, his teeth finds Robby’s lower lip and gives it a quick nibble. Teasing.
“Almost thought you’d never make the move, old man.”
my least favorite literary smut turn of phrase is when a guy is like “im gonna ruin this pussy” “im gonna wreck this pussy for anyone else” like stop.. thats not yours…!
One of my absolute favourite "first kiss" situations for Rabbot takes place when Jack and Robby are having that argument across Robby's bike in the ambulance bay.
Like in the canon, Robby is refusing to listen, shutting down all Jack (and Dana's) concerns. Shooting back at his friend that he's "not the one that spends his free time getting shot at, HOO-AH."
(At this point, the ambulance with the C-section patient never comes in. So they don't move the conversation away from the bike)
Robby just starts exclaiming things like "Where I go, or what I do, in my time off is not yours, or Dana's, or anyone else's business."
Angrily gritting out "And I don't know why you're so determined to keep me here like some mutt you don't trust to let off its leash"
Jack can only listen to so much of it before he just snaps.
Both of his hands shoot out over the Bonneville. Latching firmly onto Robby's collar. With no gentleness or grace whatsoever, he tugs Robby in for a firm kiss.
It's mainly smushing their lips together and trying to convey every ounce of "because I love you, you fucking idiot" that he can into the kiss.
Robby's uncertain hands flail around for a second before settling on Jack's own scrubs. He grips the fabric in his fists so tight that Jack half expects to be shoved back; he braces himself physically and emotionally for the rejection.
But Robby seems in a state of paralysis. His fists tremble in their hold on the black material. He takes loud shaky breaths in through his nose. His lips quiver against Jack's own like he can't decide what to do.
Not pulling their lips apart, Jack reaches one hand up, and tries to soothe Robby by petting the hair at the back of his neck. Rubbing small circles there like he's settling an anxious puppy.
The calm steady touch seems to reboot Robby's brain. Because all of a sudden Jack is being tugged sideways around the bike and being walked backwards with focus.
His friend doesn't stop until they're both tucked around the corner of the hospital building. They're on a tiny paved path. The giant wall of the hospital on one side, and a line of knee high shrubs bordering a mowed patch of grass on the other.
Once he'd pulled back briefly (holding Jack at arm's length and peering out at the bay to check they were out of sight) Robby pins Jack against the wall and snogs him with all the energy he received earlier; but with none of the desperation.
He kisses Jack with the firm confidence that he will be kissed back. And he was.
Their lips meet hotly over and over. Their hands make trails all over each other. Grasping or cradling each patch for a few seconds before desperately needing to feel more. Barely an inch of fabric, skin or hair went unexplored.
They could have been there, making out like teenagers, for minutes or hours. They would be none the wiser. It wasn't until they heard the distant chatter in the direction of the ED entrance that they were pulled suddenly from their haze.
That didn't stop them holding each other close though. Robby's hands now cradling Jack's head while raking his fingers through the curls he found there. Meanwhile, Jack held both of Robby's shoulders. He alternated trailing his hands up and down them in sweeping strokes, and massaging them with gentle squeezes to the tense muscles there.
Just as their hands were attached to the other like magnets, they couldn't take their eyes off each other either.
They'd need to get back to the ED soon. Not a great look for the hospital PR wise if anyone dies because 2 out of 3 of the attendings on shift are busy playing tonsil tennis when they should be working.
Of course there would be conversations to be had later. Revelations to uncover. Feelings to confess. Worries to share.
But two things were for certain.
They both had so many wonderful things to see.
And so many ways to love each other ahead of them.
"drug seeking" as a patient label one of the most dogshit stupid concepts of all time. fuuuck everybody look out this guy came in here expecting medical treatment. better watch out in case he goes to a restaurant and starts food seeking
I went ahead and put my No Bigotry on the Bridge print up on my Etsy!
You can either get a physical print shipped to you here
Or you can download it and print it at home or at a local print shop here !
Thank you guys so much for your support I can’t emphasize how much it means to me that people want my work on their wall — just know yall are THE reason I keep doodling and ilysm <3
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
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