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Omegaverse Rabbot whre both Robby and Jack are Alphas. Jack begins to bitch Robby pretty early on and the man is such a workaholic it takes him a while to realise and when he does, he finds out he doesn't really mind because it's Jack, he knows Jack, Jack is good to him, Jack is safety and comfort, Jack is home

Turns out Robby was already bitched into Omega and 8 weeks pregnant

#much 2 think about #rabbot

roobydoos

English teacher robby x PE teacher abbot doodles

Blehhhh

When things get hard, Jack’s therapist has a habit of reminding him that going back to basics is smart, thoughtful, and kind. Jack’s rarely in the mood to hear it, but he gets it—gets that he has to do the ordinary shit, like drink enough water, if he wants to do the more complicated stuff, like figure out his fucking life. But it’s beyond irritating to have to care about putting actual meals in his face rather than inhaling a bag of Doritos before he crashes into bed at night. Annoying, if he’s honest.

There’s a chance the annoyance is displaced, he grants, but fuck it, he’s feeling his feelings.

Thing is, when Jack looks at Robby, when he sees him trying to find calm and quiet inside himself, enough to get through a shift now his sabbatical’s done, he wants to pass on the advice. Drink some fucking water, man. Go take a leak. Eat more than a protein bar. Does Robby even know what sleep is? The man has his own therapist now, one who’s stuck with it despite Robby’s no-doubt pugilistic attitude, and Jack’s pretty sure the ‘back to basics’ stuff is the kind of thing all therapists cover as a matter of rote. Still, Robby doesn’t seem to be doing any of it. It makes Jack want to climb the walls.

So he does something about it. Makes a point of buying Robby a really great water bottle, with all the mod cons water bottles offer these days, and sticks a label on it that says “use me, you dipshit.” (A similar bottle shows up two days later with a label that says “physician, heal thyself.” Fucking smartass.) Jack starts making himself a meal before he comes on shift, just so that he can put the leftovers in a plastic box and hand it to Robby before he leaves for the night. Robby starts showing up with breakfast in a to-go bag, shoving it in Jack’s hands and holding up a finger when Jack tries to protest.

Jack hates that he doesn’t say anything when Robby holds up that finger, but he’s learned it’s futile to argue, and he was done with being “tsk!”d when he was about nine.

Jack leaves sandwiches in the staff-room fridge, and Robby starts leaving salads, and Jack starts feeling better about the way Robby looks—better fed, more rested, like he’s not about to collapse, dehydrated; like he’s taking care of himself. He enjoys the salads, too, a meal he would never, ever make for himself because of all the faff involved, the ingredients, the fucking choices when it comes to dressing. He’s happy to let Robby do the thinking.

Shifts being what they are, there’s a stretch of three days where they’re both out of the ED, and Jack texts Robby on day two, asks if he wants to go to a game, and they eat more hotdogs than anyone should, and beer is not technically the way to take care of the resulting thirst, but whatever. Robby hoots when there’s a double play and Jack looks over at him, at the way he seems more whole, reaches out to pat his knee out of deep-felt satisfaction, and then just leaves his hand there for reasons that he doesn’t care to delve into too deeply.

Robby looks back at him. “You okay?”

Jack gives him a nod. “I think I am.”

The smile Robby gives him is some kind of pleased-as-punch and maybe even a little smug. He covers Jack’s hand with his own, and then they’re just sitting there, holding hands, watching three shitty pitches in a row, and Jack bumps his shoulder against Robby’s, and Robby bumps his shoulder back.

midnight vigils

Image Robby wearing his glasses reading a sex positions list in a magazine Jack bought at a gas station on a whim

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"I'm not flexible enough for #14."

"Not with that attitude."

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Resident Ellis reporting for duty ✨

Closeup + vid under da cut

#ellis

johannestevans

Every minute in the pitt my man robinavitch is trying to take a piss and someone is standing in his way. won't somebody please think of his prostate? I NEVER stop thinking about his prostate and how i could contribute to the health thereof

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#rabbot

you guys don't even understand how funny it was to me to put eyebags on a crochet doll

heavily inspired by this very cute snoopy santos i saw three months ago

made from modified woobles patterns

#trinity santos #dennis whitaker #whitsantos #kzart #the pitt #the pitt hbo

motherofcatsandmess

Return of the privates

#whitsantos #langdon #yeah

abbotcoded

okay but Jack and Robby would crush it on Grindr, they’d both be receiving taps and messages non stop

Robby would get overwhelmed and would definitely set on filters like age range (lots of twinks are into him)

Jack on the other hand would thrive with the attention, he wouldn’t really meet with a lot of guys but he’d love getting the constant notifications about someone messaging him or tapping his profile

abbotcoded

Jack terrorizes Robby non stop on the app when they’re both at the hospital (Robby ends up blocking him)