#rabbotdon

[pittcestexpress]

nothing to see here 👀👀

[schrodingersregret]

More Abbot/Robby/Langdon right now. More of Langdon annoying the shit out of his middle aged men and still managing to help. More of Robby not knowing how to accept affection and two people who are more than willing to give it. More of Abbot learning to slow down. More of them all pushing and pulling and spinning around each other and the entire ED losing their shit.

[cowboybarnes]

Thoughts on Langdon who used to be Robby's and by extension Jack's boy being cast out? How would Jack deal with it do you think?

hi anon!! i’m in the robbydon trenches right now. also gonna laugh so hard if jack turns out to be langdon’s biggest hater after i write this.

When Robby started going on and on about his golden boy, Langdon, after every shift, Jack knew. He knew his husband well enough to recognize that spark in his eyes.

Things just progressed naturally after that. Langdon’s shoes by their front door, two mugs of coffee became three, Jack got not one but two kisses at shift change.

Sure, Langdon hadn’t been his golden boy to begin with but it became increasingly obvious why Robby was drawn to him. The kid brought an energy to their relationship that they both thought they’d long moved past.

Jack waited until they were home that night. The overwhelming emotions of that day had tapered into deep exhaustion that had settled in his chest. He had seen his husband at one of his lowest moments.

“Where is Frank?” was all Jack said in that low voice and then it all came pouring out of Robby. All he could do was hold Robby as he listened.

When the exhaustion finally pulled Robby under and he slept soundly in their bed, Jack pulled out his phone and sent a short text to Langdon.

You’re gonna be okay.

It was nothing heartfelt, nothing long, or overtly encouraging. He just knew that Langdon would make it through.

Jack got it— from his military service to his amputation to losing his wife. He understood. He didn’t condone it but he understood. He’d seen more than a few military buddies and fellow doctors go down the same path.

Of course, it’s a betrayal of trust and he does hear Robby go on about it for months. While Jack really only saw it from their relationship perspective, he understood that it hurt Robby not only as a partner but as a mentor and superior.

When it was Jack’s turn to hear Langdon’s apology, he listened, staring him down in a way that made the younger man squirm. He agreed that yes, Langdon had fucked up majorly and he voiced that. However, he knew there was no point in kicking the kid while he’s down so he gave a moment for his scolding to settle in before pulling Langdon into a hug and kissing his forehead.

“I knew you’d make it.”

While he may not be holding his grievances against Langdon, Jack’s loyalty is to his husband first and foremost. There would not and could not be a relationship between them with Langdon until Robby was able to move past this if he ever did.

Yeah, it hurt to see their boy so defeated and yeah, he did try to reason with Robby.

“You adored him, Robby. Don’t write off all the good times because of this.”

And yeah, he did make a point to compliment him to Robby— like how he called Dr. Al-Hashimi cool.

“But you should’ve seen Frank at work today..”

and

“You know he has a good heart.”

Deep down, he hoped that things would work out. Wasn’t time supposed to heal?

hehe now i want to write abbot claiming langdon as his own boy.

[berryteaboop]

thinking about langdon + abbot + robby:

langdon who casually says "bite me"

and abbot who actually bites him.

langdon yelps and steps back in shock as he stares at abbot who's sporting this infuriatingly handsome lopsided grin, before looking off to the side where he sees robby trying to hide a smile.

robby shrugs, "don't look at me. you asked for it."

later, after hearing a lot of whining from langdon, robby sighs and turns back to the resident who's been trailing after him all day. " what? you want me to kiss it better?"

langdon doesn't say anything, but he doesn't deny it.

[brawlite]

share a little monday indulgence with me: frank almost gets assaulted, fights his way away after clocking someone in the face, and then runs into jack and robby outside the bar in which this happened.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86782286

[maybeiwasjustjade]

This sad—human—life (a rabbotdon fic) snippet #1

This was brought to you by my love for snarky, competent assholes, who just so happen to have really pretty eyes. Very unfortunate for everyone else, but Langdon fits the bill to a T.

This is also known as the “Shit, Langdon’s hot” fic, aka the “Robby fell first but Abbot fell harder” aka the “Robby’s in over his head in denial, while Langdon’s just living the dream; everyone’s miserable but Langdon, and the only person enjoying this more is Walsh” fic. OT3 Endgame.

For more details, check out the masterlist

He had tried once, early on, to apologize to Langdon for leaving him behind. For Whitaker. But the younger man hadn’t been upset, or even cared. No, Langdon had laughed, as if the mere thought was ridiculous. “I really don’t care, Abbot,” he had said, an almost mean twist to his smiling lips. “You and Robby have made your positions quite clear, and as far as I’m concerned, we no longer owe each other anything.”

Jack nodded slowly. “I agree.” He searched those blue eyes for something, anything, that would indicate Langdon’s true feelings. But there was nothing—only a frozen lake of emptiness.

“Good,” Langdon had said, clearly more than done with this conversation. “Besides, I’m not the one doing anything illegal,” his head cocked like a predator, something sharp gleaming in the lupine angles of his face. Jack froze, his instincts screaming at him to run. “I’m not the one who’s sleeping with their resident. Again.”

Langdon had leaned in then, so close his breath tickled Jack’s hair, “Does poor Whitaker realize he’s only one mistake away from getting dropped like a broken toy?”

“Is that what you call stealing benzos? A stupid mistake?” Jack had scoffed, stepping away.

“Call it whatever you want, Jack,” Langdon said almost earnestly, the way he used to, nearly a year ago. And then the smirk came back, twisted and snide, and so, so very cold, “But we both know Robby was already looking for one reason or another to drop me.”

“What was it again?” He tapped his chin faux inquisitively, eyes lighting up with a fire so cold hell would freeze over. “Oh yes, ‘He’s getting too close. It’s making him act out, Jack’,” Langdon quoted, rolling his eyes. “I’m not deaf, Abbot. And I didn’t hear you deny it, either.”

“So you can take your apologies, and shove it up your ass.”

*note: yes, there is background/mentioned hcklrbby, but it’s really not portrayed in a good, healthy light. So if you’re a fan, I don’t recommend

[rrrobbin]

It Has Pockets!

Robby blew out a breath of irritation, wanting to claw away the black tie that, despite Jack's protest, he was convinced was going to strangle him. The night air was warm and muggy, and polite conversation floated through the museum, heavy and suffocating despite the soaring ceilings.

"If I say kill me now-"

"Too soon," Jack muttered, where he looked just as miserable at being confined to a suit despite knowing the moment the pair left the wedding, Robby would be stripping his husband of said suit as soon as they closed the door. Robby chuckled, and Jack winced at one of the guests high pitched laugh one table over. "Although we could take each other out..."

"No one is taking anyone out." Dana shot down the idea with a dry voice, dressed to the nines in a lavender dress, looking worlds away from the Pitt. "Where's your boy?"

"Dennis?" Robby asked, automatically looking around for his resident absently. "Last time I saw him was with Cassie and Mel, why?"

Jack snorted at the expression on Dana's face, the Charge Nurse not outright calling Robby an idiot, but her face screamed it. "No, Frank."

"Frank is not my boy."

"No, he's your collective boy."

"Not our boy."

"A little out boy," Jack admitted unrepentant, ignoring Robby's huff of disbelieving surprise, a laugh from Cassie, and Dana's clear look of victory. She gave Robby, who rolled his eyes. "Not here yet, why?"

"Huh." Dana hummed. "Got a text he was pulling up, I wonder-there he is. Frank!"

Jack and Robby turned, looking behind them to see Frank walking towards their table with an easy smile.

"Oh fuck." Robby breathed out. Next to him, Jack froze, only able to watch Frank nod to them before taking a detour to give a quick hello to Collins and her new husband with warm congratulations.

"Is that a...?"

"Uh huh." Jack's mouth was dry.

Robby couldn't tear his eyes away from Frank, taking in the carefully styled hair, the perfectly tailored blazer, the crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. Robby's eyes moved lower to Frank's legs, exposed to the world by the black pleated skirt Frank was wearing. The fabric of the skirt stops at the knees, his muscular calves encased in black socks, do nothing to hide their shape. "Fuuuuuuuck."

Cassie let out a low whistle. "Well, this will be interesting. Good thing he's not your boy," she snarked, earning twin glares from Jack and Robby. "Here he comes, play nice."

Frank sauntered up to the table where most of the Pitt crew had been seated, still smiling. "Hey, sorry I'm late."

"Frank, what are you wearing?" Dana demanded, raising an eyebrow, not even giving the man a chance to sit down, earning a little frown from the man.

"What? I thought I looked good. "Mel and Dennis said I looked hot..."

"Dennis said what?" Jack asked, his voice tight and controlled.

"You do." Cassie nodded, meaning it. "Just why a skirt?"

"Why not a warning?" Robby muttered quietly.

Frank went to sit in the empty chair next to Dana, moving past Jack and Robby, whose hand shot out before Robby had time to think, clasping around Frank's warm wrist, stopping Frank mid step and pulling him back while silently pointing to the empty chair next to him. Frank sat down automatically.

"The name card says, Mohan." Frank pointed out dryly. With a huff, Jack leaned past his husband, grabbing the name card in front of Frank with a glare at the handsome man and tossed it to Cassie, who tossed him Frank's card, the whole silent exchange quick and efficient.

"There, now it doesn't". Jack grunted and sat down again.

"Uuuhhh..thanks? I would have been fine between Dana and...?"

"Dennis." Dana offered with a mischievous gleam. "He looks quite handsome tonight in that suit..."

"I'm sure he does," Jack muttered, cutting Dana off. "Robby."

"One step ahead, Jack." Robby rumbled, switching his own name card with Frank's. The small white embossed card bearing Frank's name was now in between Jack and Robby's. Robby looked over at him, ignoring how blue Frank's eyes looked. "You're in my spot."

Frank opened his mouth to protest. "Move, Langdon," Jack commanded. Cassie and Dana shared a look while Frank did what he was told. He was just about down again when Samira, Dennis, and Mel joined the table. "Wow," Samira observed, moving her eyes over Frank, stopping at the skirt before continuing with open appreciation.

"You have great legs." Was all she said, blinking when Robby did't move from her seat.

"Right here." Dana gestured to the spot between Dennis and Dana. Earning a knowing scoff from Samira. "Of course."

Jack and Robby watched as Dennis' gaze lingered on Frank. "You actually did it." He observed. Robby's expression hardened at the blush forming on Dennis' cheeks and Jack watched unimpressed.

"Yeah, of course. I wasn't going to tell Tanner that boys can wear dresses and paint their nails, and girls can wear suits and blazers if they want, and not go through with it. He was very excited to pick it out."

Everyone at the table would deny that they softened at the information given to them about Frank's life.

"Well you look very handsome." Mel nodded like it was a fact.

"Uh huh." Dennis nodded.

"Wait, I have to tell you the best part." Frank smiled brightly.

"Are you going to do the thing?" Cassie inquired with glee.

"He's going to do the thing." Samira nodded.

Robby and Jack shared looks of confusion before Frank gave a twirl, the skirt flaring out, exposing his knees and the pale, hairy skin of his calves just for a moment before he came to a stop. "And it has pockets."

"Fuck our lives." Jack kicked out the chair next to him with a glare.

"Frank," Robby's voice was deep and bordering on rough. "Sit your ass down."

Frank did.

[icehot13]

Chapter 16 is here!! (And here is chapter one)(we are so close to the end! i think one more chapter! so if you've been waiting for it to be a complete fic to start, we're basically there, i cannot believe it's been nine entire months but it's nearly done now!)