That engineering life

The most wounded part of Robby having a little heart to heart with the most wounded part of Jack. 

Alternatively, I truly think that reading ‘The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse’ would be a healing experience for Robby (though, potentially, healing in the way debriding an infected wound is healing).

Other rec lists: Part 1 Part 2

Other Half / T / 9K / stupidinformation The Pitt crew know Dr. Robby Robinavitch has a husband. They just don’t expect him to arrive in the middle of a SWAT trauma activation covered in blood and taking over a trauma bay.

As the chaos unfolds, the ED staff quickly realize their boss’s mysterious husband might be even more chaotic than he is. coming home to a place he’s never been / E / 11.3K / @icemav86 “What the fuck?” Jack breathed, his attention locked across the bar, on fucking Robby, who was being led toward a back exit by his pool partner, the guy’s hand resting possessively on Robby’s lower back.

Robby returns from sabbatical, still trying to find his way forward, and it appears to Jack that Robby’s plans don’t include him. Generally Speaking / T / 5.8K / RiaRose Robby works himself up into a tizzy during the one day the AC is out, making himself sick. It's also the day he's planning to confess to Jack that he's in love with him. Keeping things simple is for the weak. Emergency Lighting / T / 20K / Stupidinformation A brutal winter storm traps both day and night shift inside the Pitt for days, cutting the hospital off from the outside world as power failures, flooding and exhaustion push the ED to its limits. Under emergency lighting and surrounded by people running on fumes, the Pitt stops feeling like a hospital and starts feeling like a survival situation. old dog, new tricks / E / 3.5K / Leaveanote “Did you come here to fuck me?” he asks, gasping as Jack licks a line down his throat.

“I came here to help you get some goddamn sleep,” Jack says. “Fucking you’s a bonus.” anytime, anyplace, anyhow / T / 3.9K / @abbotsdogtags Robby can't get back to sleep after a nightmare, but at least Jack is right there with him. He always is. Acts of Service / M / 9.7K / @wolvesinthenight Robby and Jack, seven years of friendship, two years of whatever the hell this is, five acts of service and one act of asking. wake up in the morning feeling like / E / 2K / morphosyntactic It’s the morning after the PTMC winter party, and Robby has a hangover. Blues / E / 17.2K / cosmogram “Say you got married,” Robby found himself asking. “Would you wear your dress blues? Or civilian clothes?”

It had only been an idle thought, no different than any number of easy, directionless musings of the sort that often came over the two of them on mornings like this one, when no one had a shift to go to for at least thirty-six hours. Robby didn’t mean anything by it. But he regretted the words the instant they left his mouth, even before he saw the incredulous grin slide over Jack’s face.

“Say I got married?” Limited release / G / 9.2K / elsanoelle Everyone at the Pitt knows Robby and Jack behave like an old married couple. Robby maintains that this is slander. The nurses maintain they have eyes until you're resting here with me / E / 11.2K / bleakmidwinter The time Jack learns he's Robby's emergency contact through an unexpected appendectomy.

DADT: Domestic Edition / T / 6.9K / Vamillepudding When Jack invites an old veteran friend to stay with them, it turns out Robby's vague worries about homophobia are only the tip of the iceberg. Must Be Date Night / T / 6.4K / Vesper90 Dana clocks that Jack has been courting Robby for months, Robby predictably is completely calm and composed about it.*

rabbot ‘together since the start’ social media au:

Part 24/?

Masterpost

🗣️ HUGE big giant shout out and credit to @abbotcoded for the amazing kiss cam edit and big thank you for letting me use this amazing image!!

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“Hell yes!” Jack shouts, clapping and whistling loudly before sitting back down. He grins at Robby. “What a game so far.”

Robby grins back, eyes crinkling. “I think I might be having more fun watching you,” he teases. He takes a sip of his beer. “You gonna make it to the third quarter or do you need to take a lap?”

Jack rolls his eyes, bumping their shoulders together. “You know damn well I’ve got better stamina than that.”

Robby laughs, head thrown back.

“Got me there,” he agrees, cheeks flushing a pleasant pink.

The arena is filled with noise, people talking and cheering, music ricocheting off every surface. Above them, the jumbotron illuminates with the iconic red heart frame of the kiss cam.

“Love is in the air,” the arena announcer croons as the camera pans to one couple after another, some turning truly startling shades of red before being kissed. The music - some pop love song Jack doesn’t know - plays loudly. He chuckles, shaking his head before taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh shit,” Robby laughs suddenly, eyes wide. He slaps Jack’s shoulder. “Jack.”

The camera has landed squarely on them. The kiss cam frame is now adorned with vivid, flowery font that says ‘HAPPY 30th ANNIVERSARY’.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please join the Lakers in wishing Jack and Robby a happy 30th anniversary,” the announcer says. “Here’s to 30 more!”

The crowd absolutely roars, cheers and whistles nearly deafening. They’re chanting something, but it’s hard to make it out.

“What the fuck,” Jack laughs, feeling his cheeks heat. “Who - this is crazy.”

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” The crowd chants.

“Oh my god,” Robby says, still looking up at the screen. “I’d bet money this was Trin -“

Jack kisses his husband soundly, hands cradling his face with a deceiving gentleness. He doesn’t shy away from it, doesn’t keep it chaste or brief because there are a thousand eyes on them.

No, he’s spent more enough time in his life having to love Robby in secret. Instead, he kisses him with everything he’s got, pouring the seemingly infinite adoration he has for the man in his arms into it.

Robby leans into it, smiling against Jack’s lips, the low rumble of his laugh sending a rush of heat through him.

“Happy anniversary, I guess,” Robby laughs against his lips as they separate.

@permanent-fire-hazard you're telling me THIS Jack is in the process of fumbling THIS Robby?

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