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Fandoms: The Pitt (TV) Paring: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: The trick to Jack Abbot's coffee was that there wasn't one, and Robby had learned it anyway.

At a quarter to six Robby was at the counter, hair still wet, scrub top inside-out, half-assembled for the day shift, when Jack wandered in. He had no business being awake—it was his night off—but a year of working nights had worn the ordinary hours smooth in him, and he'd never quite managed to sleep through Robby's side of the bed going cold. So he got up, the way he always did the mornings he was home, to stand in the kitchen and see the man off. His coffee was waiting on the counter—black, scalding, two sugars he'd deny to his grave that he took. Robby had made it, the way Robby made it every morning Jack was home to drink it: the one with somewhere to be looking after the one without. Jack picked it up without breaking stride, the way you'd pick up your own hand. He didn't say thank you. Thank you was for strangers. He bumped his shoulder into Robby's on the way to the window and that was the whole sentence, subject and verb and object: you, here, this.

Or: The one where Robby finds out that Jack has been receiving mail addressed to his late wife and decides to do something about it.

A/N: Hello, you amazing people!

I’m new to this fandom, but I watched The Pitt, completely fell in love with it (especially with these two old men), and promptly proceeded to consume a tonne of fanfiction about them.

I’ve been wanting to write something Rabbot-centric for quite a while, but couldn’t quite figure out what I wanted to write about. That changed a few weeks ago, when I came across a post on Threads by someone who was still receiving spam mail addressed to their parents, who had recently passed away. They wrote about the strange, painful flood of emotions that came with seeing those names and watching someone “write” to people who were no longer there.

That post genuinely broke my heart.

But at the same time, it inspired this story.

So, without further ado - enjoy!

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Robby will admit that he was initially sceptical at Jack's therapist's suggestion that he replace his work with the TEMS team with joining a book club. Jack had found golf too boring to keep up for more than a few weeks, and his clubs had sat gathering dust in his hall closet for literal years until he'd finally gotten rid of them when he moved in with Robby. If hitting something really hard with a stick was too dull for a guy who needed movement, purpose, adrenaline, Robby couldn't see Jack being super engaged by a stack of thick paperbacks.

But Jack had been surprising Robby for more than a decade now, so of course it turned out that he loved being part of the Reading the Classics book group at the local library. "Turns out that not having to write papers about them takes the pressure off," Jack says, when he comes home on Saturday morning with his library books under one arm and a bag full of farmer's market produce under the other. "Who knew?"

"You've got depths," Robby said, and smacked a kiss on his cheek and put their lunch plates on the table. "I knew that."

“Noah is such a good scene partner. My relationship with him is very similar to Langdon’s relationship with Robby. [...] Once we got to that scene, I was scared of it. I knew it was coming for 10 episodes, and then we got there, and it was so much fun to dance with the master like that. [...] It’s the closest thing you are going to get to a breakup scene on The Pitt.” — Patrick Ball

@thepittmonth: Week 2  relationships, friendships, and dynamics

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ever since his wife was killed, Jack Abbot has spent most of his days up in the mountains outside Pittsburgh, only making trips into the city when absolutely necessary. He keeps his cabin stocked, his traps laid, his guns loaded, and his ring on a chain around his neck.

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch still remembers the day he had to shoot his mentor, Adamson, after he was turned in the relief center they ran together. He’s tried his best to keep it going, but every day there’s more people hurt, and more people dying on his doorstep, and less ways he can help them all. He just doesn’t have enough.

Usually, Jack’s smart enough to not catch himself on his own knives, but he’s not perfect, and a cut that deep needs stitches. He’d do it himself, but he knows there’s a medic not too far and he’s fresh out of materials safe to suture with.

He really wasn’t expecting the doctor to be so handsome, and when he hears they need supplies, if he brings some back after his next trip to the city to repay his debt, so what?

@thepittmonth: Week 3  patients, cases, and healthcare

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every single time I see these posts, there are always writers who say “this looks like how I write” and “what if my works sound like ai”. it’s discouraging to genuine writers to see a screenshot of a fic that is “obviously ai” and then wonder if their own human-made works “look like ai” too. it’s discouraging to genuine writers to have to live in constant fear and worry if someone will screenshot their human-made fics and put them on blast for being “obviously ai” too.

no matter how “obviously ai” a fic looks, unless the author says they use ai, you can never know for absolute certainty that it’s ai. you assume. based on vibes. and there’s always a chance of you wrongly accusing a genuine, innocent writer and encouraging people to harass them. “real humans don’t write like this” do you know literally every single human being to say for absolute certainty that none of them write like the machine that was trained on millions of human-made works to look and sound like humans? “most people can tell” no, no one can tell unless authors disclose their use of ai. most people guess. based on vibes. every ai telltale is something humans actually write, otherwise ai would never have been able to mimic it in the first place. short sentence stacking? some people prefer it as a stylistic choice. “not x, not y, but z” type of sentence? people have been using this for ages, way before gen ai became a thing. I’ve been using it in my writing for almost a decade, way before gen ai became a thing. em dash? you mean proper grammar? not to mention how often people who are autistic and people whose native language isn’t english are wrongly accused of using ai in their fics because “real humans don’t like write that” — it’s super offensive and harmful.

even if someone says they use ai, the right thing to do is to not read their fics and leave them alone if it bothers you. I don’t like ai fics. I don’t agree with people who let ai write for them. but I will always condemn harassment. no matter what. also not to mention, if you harass someone for being honest about using ai and tagging their fics as such, chances are that they will stop tagging their future ai-generated fics as ai, meaning no one can know for sure if the fics are ai, meaning it’s impossible for anyone to filter them out. if you want to be able to effectively avoid ai fics by filtering them out, you’ll have to make sure people who use ai are comfortable enough to be honest about it.

I also want to say that no one “writes like ai”. it’s the other way around. ai writes like human, because that’s what it was trained to do. saying a human-made fic “reads like ai” is saying a work looks like its copycat.