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The first time Robby heard of ass eating it was in the form of a joke, the way gay sex was always talked about in the 90s. He scrunched his nose in disgust and laughed along with everyone else, but the thought lingered. How would that even work? What would it feel like? How horny does someone have to be to even want to do that?
The next time he thinks about it is while watching a porno. He’s only just gotten brave enough to rent gay videos, and his third one features a particularly act…
The man receiving looks like he’s loving it. He’s obnoxiously loud and squirming like he’s about to explode. Robby knows stuff like that is exaggerated in these types of movies, but his intrigue is sparked regardless.
He thinks about it every time he hooks up with a guy, but he’s never brave enough to ask. No one asks him to do it either, so he thinks maybe it’s one of those things that doesn’t really exist outside of videos and crude jokes.
But then the age of the internet comes and with it a LOT more videos with “rimming” in the title. Some of them are clearly shot in the actor’s bedrooms with the camera propped somewhere, but even then the men receiving are absolutely loving it, and Robby is sure they don’t have a director in their ear telling them to amp it up.
Still, Robby doesn’t dare ask anyone to do it for him. Instead, on nights alone, he soaks his thumb in lube and does his best to imagine it.
That is until he starts dating a certain nigh shift attending.
It's hardly the first time he and Jack have had sex, but Robby is always desperate for it. He's wiggling needily under Jack's weight, kissed breathless and ready to be fucked brainless when Jack asks:
"Can I eat you out?"
Robby can't always trust himself at a time like this, so he asks Jack to repeat that.
The grin that spreads across Jack's face only ever means he's up to no good. "Can I eat you out?" He asks again, slower.
"You know I've got a dick, Jack."
"Mhm." Jack nuzzles against the growing bulge in Robby's boxers. "And I adore him, but tonight I want to give your backdoor some lovin'."
"Why do you have to say it like that?"
"Come on, Mike," Jack groans. "Yes or no? Please say yes."
Robby thinks about all the nights he dreamed of it. "Isn't that kinda gross?"
"Were you not planning on getting fucked tonight?" Robby looks at him like he's stupid, and Jack laughs in response. "Exactly. You're nice and ready for me; why would it be gross?"
It's tempting. So fucking tempting. "Are you sure?"
"I have been jerking off to the thought of it longer than we've been dating," Jack admits. "Please. If you don't like it, I'll stop. You know I will."
Unbelievably tempting...
Which is how Robby ends up on his back with his knees hooked over Jack's shoulders. He can't count the number of times he's been naked around Jack, but this is more vulnerable than anything they've done before. It doesn't help that Robby is completely nude while Jack has everything but his shoes on.
He's never seen Jack's eyes like this. He looks hungry. It's as if Robby isn't even there; his focus is entirely on the ass in front of him. Jack holds his cheeks, using his thumbs to make Robby's hole wink for him.
His gaze never leaves the sight in front of him. "You ready?"
"Yeah," Robby says shakily.
That's all Jack needs. He licks a thick stripe along the outside, and Robby's head falls back against the mattress. Jack spreads his cheeks wider and repeats the action over and over until Robby is huffing and squirming, gripping the sheets for some grapple on reality.
The noise that comes out of Jack is akin to a growl. He digs his fingers into Robby's thighs and yanks; he keeps Robby in place despite his wiggling and feasts.
His tongue sinks inside and laps at Robby's walls, pulling more desperate noises out of Robby. Each new sound encourages Jack and rings his own content hums out that vibrate up Robby's spine.
"Jack. Jack!"
Jack pushes down on his thighs, tilting his ass upward and pushing his face impossibly closer. He reaches as far inside Robby as his tongue can reach and uses one finger to rub incessantly at the slit on Robby's tip.
A sharp gasp breaks from Robby. He can't think; he can barely breathe. The only thing he knows is the pleasure Jack is giving him. His hands fly to Jack's hair and tangle themselves in his curls.
It isn't long before Robby is spraying like a fountain over his stomach and Jack's finger, his hole clenching around Jack's tongue.
When his vision finally returns, Jack is on top of him, the fabric of his clothing scraping against Robby's sensitive skin. "I'm gonna assume you liked that."
Robby can't speak. His head nods heavily, eyes still glossy in the afterglow.
"Good," Jack rumbles into his neck. "Because I'm gonna be down there a lot."
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Despite all of Jacks complaints, Robby has in fact dated people in the past. It devastates him, but he has had to go through “supporting” Robby during all of his flings before both him and Jack finally decided to just bite the bullet and get together. He saw all the women that looked at Robby with a hungry look in their eyes that made Jacks skin crawl. He saw all the men that look at Robby like he hung the moon and stars. That one, especially, got him going. He was the one who always made that face, yet Robby never acknowledged it until their drunken kiss.
To further his disappointment, about five months into their relationship, Robby admitted to rarely feeling fulfilled in his past relationships. Besides Janey, he said how most of the time it was to fill his time so he wouldn’t be alone.
When Jack had asked him why he was so scared of being alone, Robby shared two facts about his life. One being his mother leaving him when he was younger. The second being the first man he ever dated, and, from what Robby shared, Sean was a mean man.
Never outwardly violent. Robby had to clarify that as soon as he saw Jacks jaw tighten and his brows furrow. He wasn’t violent, ever. But, he got cruel. He’d spew words and statements that Robby shouldn’t have ever been in the vicinity of.
During that conversation, Robby claimed to be mostly over it. which, honestly, Jack believed. It was obvious that short yet messy relationship took its toll on Robby, but it was also obvious that he was moving on, has been moving on.
“It doesn’t hurt that I’m with you now, either,” he remembers Robby saying as he looked at Jack with the exact look Jack only ever reserved for him. A softness in his brown eyes that made Jack melt at the sight of them.
Jack had laughed, a soft laugh he reserved for Robby because he knew how much the other man loved the way his eyes crinkled, or how his teeth showed, or how he would tip his head back slightly.
That was that. A part of Robby’s past that clears up certain qualities of him. They moved on. They didn’t ignore it, but they moved on with a bit of a heavier weight upon their relationship. A newfound trust due to quiet confessions in the moonlight of the living room.
Jack never forgot it. He never forgets what Robby says. Unless he is looking at his mouth, or his hands, or his eyes, or….
“Jack, are you listening to me?” Robby asks with a playful smile.
With a small hum, Jack lifts his eyes from where they were planted on Robby’s hand which is holding a small glass with a silky, amber liquid.
Right.
They were on a small date night at their favorite bar, trying to disconnect from their busy lives and just be together, in the moment. Yet, Jack got stuck in memory lane as he watched Robby’s hands move around. He could practically feel the ghost of Robby’s hand on his back, or his hair, or his hip. All places they were a mere forty minutes ago, even after Jacks many protests of their need to get out and do something as a couple, not coworkers, a couple.
“Oh, yeah?” Robby counters, obviously trying to hold back a small giggle. “What was I talking about then?”
“Yeah, you know what, brother-“ Jack starts, trying to get some small banter going which he always loves doing with Robby. But, he is interrupted by another man walking over to their stools by the bar. Before he can turn around to see whose footsteps those belong too, he sees a flash of uncertainty and dread flash over Robby’s face which he quickly hides with a weak smile.
“Michael!” The man behinds them bellows. Jack whips his head around to see who it is, but it isn’t a face he’s ever seen.
“Sean!” Robby says back, trying to match Sean’s cheeriness as he glances at Jack to share a help me look. His smile is tight and his eyes are wider than any smile should make them be.
“Ha! God, how long has it been?” Sean says with a toothy smile that churns Jack stomach. Like shark teeth, he thinks. He isn’t looking at Robby like he hung the moon and the stars, and for some reason, that makes Jack more annoyed if he did. Instead, he looks at him with a a glint in his eye that Jack has learned to never trust in men like Sean. Big, tall, a fight most men would lose.
“Yeah… it’s been a bit, hasn’t it?” Robby replies as he ducks his head down. Normally, Jack would have to hide how cute he finds Robby’s bashfulness, but the red blush that washes over Robby’s face is missing. Now, it just seems that he is making himself smaller with the way his shoulders hike up.
“Who’s this?” Sean asks as he points a finger in Jacks direction. In Jacks mind, he has no idea how Robby is going to go about this. Keep their relationship a secret? Lie? Tell the truth?
“Oh, this is my boyfriend, Jack,” Robby replies, as he gives his first real smile since Sean came in. A smile only for Jack, no one else. “Jack… Sean.”
“Hi,” Jack says curtly, not wanting to waste his time on the man that can make Robby seem so small and scared. Not of fists, but of words, a weapon Robby has never been able to defend himself from successfully. Fists be can fight back, all 6’1 of him can, yet never words.
Sean doesn’t even give Jack the time of day. He opts for a quick chuckle that Jack doesn’t trust the humor behind and turns his head right back to Robby.
“Still going for men, huh?” He says, coldly, any humor now replaced by his own evil intent of hurting for fun. “Thought you’d be over that little phase of yours.”
“Yeah, well if I remember correctly, you had your own phase too,” Robby bites back. A way of nature he learned after Sean. Taking any comment and thinking it as an attack due to the harsh words he faced.
“Nah, you were just easy back then-“
“Alrighty!” Jack says, cutting off Sean with the slam of his whiskey class and he fakes his own cheeriness. “I’m just trying to have a nice night out Robby here, so if you could leave us be.”
Sean chuckles again, shaking his head as he bows it down. Again, Jack doesn’t find any humor in the sound, hating the way it grates itself out of the man’s throat. A violent sound, really. Jack doesn’t really think there is any thing gentle about this man.
“He needs another man to fight his battles now, does he?” Sean says, looking straight at Robby who is looking anywhere but the man’s eyes. “You were always like that huh? Had a baby face and everything too.”
Those words must have hit close to home because soon enough Robby, whose head is still angled towards the ground, does the smallest shake as he grips the bar table with his hand. What does Jack in is the tears he can see welling in Robby’s eyes.
How many times has this exact moment happened between the two? How many times has Robby denied and denied and denied, but nothing will ever fulfill the other man? How many tears shed?
With that, Jack whips out his wallet, slams a twenty down on the counter. He grabs Robby’s hand, and starts to quickly lead the two of them out of the bar, far away from Sean. Far away from a past Robby has already escaped.
“Leave him the fuck alone, you hear me?” Jack snarls, leaving before he hears a response.
In a previous life, Jack might have even threw a punch. Maybe in this life he would have too. God knows he wanted to. But the sight of Robby making himself so incredibly small in such a practice way, no fists are going to fix that. Nothing will change that man. Distance was the solution.
He hears a sound that comes from Sean that a offly loud. He doesn’t give it the time of day, all of his focus being on leading Robby out.
Soon enough, they are exiting the back door of the bar and entering the familiar sidewalk. It’s open, people can walk by and see them, but the time of day — almost midnight — and the somewhat secludedness of the certain neighborhood they are in is enough to make Jack feel safe enough to just stop for a moment.
Robby’s hand quickly retracts from Jacks. Jack opens his mouth to say something, anything, but it cut off before he can.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t even that bad when we were together-“ Before Robby can finish, Jack is too taken by the far away look Robby’s eyes are sporting, the way his hands are slightly presented out in front of him, shaking. He shoots forward and wraps his arms around Robby’s neck, brings his hands up to run through his hair, and just holds on to him.
“Robby… it doesn’t have to be this tragic story for you to be uncomfortable or scared around him, okay?” All Jack hears is a hum as he feels Robby’s head slightly nod in his hands. It isn’t enough, though. Jack tilts Robby’s head back and holds eye contact. “Okay?” He repeats.
With watery eyes and a shaky breath, Robby takes a slow inhale, all while holding eye contact, and nods his head. “Okay.”
“Good.”
Neither of them say much in the next few moments, content to just stand there. They are still looking at each other, and Jacks hands are still in Robby’s hair. What a sight they must be, but, honestly, Jack couldn’t care less. If Robby needed another 30 minutes, and hour, two, he would stay here for every minute if it’s what Robby needed to take a breather. It isn’t until Robby’s slight shifting becomes more apparent that Jack realizes that it might be time to get out of here.
“How about we get out of here?” Jack says, relishing in the small nod he gets from Robby. “I know we have way better whiskey at your apartment. I mean, come on brother, I know this is our favorite bar, but god… we could do better.”
Robby laughed, a noise that was like church bells to Jack.
That was that. They walked home in the moonlight of the city they have inhabited for longer than they haven’t. The memory not forgotten but shelved for the moments of their relationship. Heavier, sure, but it’s easy to carry with two sets of shoulders.
Pictures of him sucking Jack’s dick, face covered in cum, bent over, holding himself open, leaking Jack’s cum, eyes red from the flash but still clearly fucked brainless. Every position they did, Jack has a photo of it.
Developed photos. Jack remained a member of the University’s photography club all the way through med school, solely so he could use the darkroom for personal use.
The riskiest (and stupidest) thing Jack ever did was sneak a couple of his favorites onto base with him so he could jerk off to them.
Over the years, they’ve slowly stopped taking dirty pictures, save for a few through text. Jack is especially proud of the time he got Robby to send him a photo of his ass while he was on shift. It’s blurry and at an awkward angle since Robby can’t see his own backside without the help of a mirror, but Jack cherishes it. He got off immediately after he received it and sent Robby a picture of the mess he made as a token of his appreciation.
One day, while digging through their closet, Jack finds the haphazard album they’d created all those years ago and excitedly shows Robby, who laughs and says, “Thank God we took pictures then. Imagine now.”
Jack hates Robby’s self-deprecating humor, but he loves his ideas. Yes, Jack can imagine it now. “Let me take some photos tonight.”
Robby is reluctant, but agrees.
It was never really gonna be the one night; Jack spends the next few months recreating his favorites. Including one that’s Robby’s beautiful nude body covered in hickeys. (For that, Jack pulls out the blindfold and handcuffs so Robby doesn’t see him referencing the photo)
Once Jack has a proper collection of his husband looking as delicious as ever, he prints them out and attaches them around the frame of their bedroom mirror.
When Robby sees them, he blooms a radiant shade of red. But that’s just the beginning.
Jack fucks him in front of the mirror and makes him look at every version of himself while Jack sings his praises and puts that pretty, brainless look on Robby’s face.
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In The Pitt season 2, I really love that we don't know why Gus Varney is incarcerated. I love that the most we as the audience get is he's in an orange jumpsuit; he's cuffed for a reason which is ...not received well by staff. Everyone is busy trying to help him regardless. I love the show continually has characters advocating for him and his dignity, privacy, safety, and comfort. Yes, including Robby.
Robby called up his prison to check that they had adequate staffing to keep an eye on him; if Gus weren't incarcerated, he would have been discharged home. Robby wasn't calling up the prison to chase that up for funsies! A respite admission for him is great. It's a tough call when half the hospitals are down; beds are a precious commodity on a less insane day. Robby wasn't just pushing to fuck the guy out the door. Al-Hashimi's stupid fucking comments using Digby as a rhetorical device or suggesting that Robby isn't doing enough to fight the system is ignorant and hateful and gross lol but I do love to see her advocating hard for Gus.
The staff not caring at all about the reasons Gus is in an orange jumpsuit so they can incorporate that into a value judgement of him is refreshing in TV land. Acknowledging that even though Gus is lovely and is too physically fucked to be dangerous, and that the prison transport protocols are stupid, inhumane, and undignified, balancing his dignity snd safety with staff and patient safety is critical!
I just love the sort of idealised world the show paints where the healthcare workers, despite the mountain of shit under which they're buried, always seem to have the emotional energy to fight the biases entrenched in all society including themselves and each other, and how hard they work to not let those systemic biases impact patient care, and when they do, they learn from it, like McKay teaching Ogilvie the lesson she needed to learn about how patients are more than just their weight, and that the medical fatphobia attitudes informing her approach to Paula actively harmed Paula (and the guy she crashed into). We also see an exhausted McKay take pause with the PCOS patient who was (understandably, imo) bristling at the discomfort of being vulnerable and in seriously concerning pain while being at the mercy of two white doctors saying platitudes that dismissed her experiences of medical sexism (which absolutely is perpetrated and perpetuated by women!) and medical racism (which is also perpetrated and perpetuated by people of colour!). Even though the patient was not all sunshine and rainbows, McKay heard her; her comment to Whitaker about how discharging her with NSAIDs without bothering to investigate the intermittent extreme pain she was in was bad, actually, and in line with what she'd experienced at the hands of the lazy, racist, sexist doctors who had treated her before.
I want to live in that world. I want to live in a world where healthcare isn't a Healthcare Staff Grinding Machine, too.
Rabbot on grindr, but because of how many folks they see in the ER, they don’t have face pics and they only send them before a hookup. One night, too late or too early, depending on who you ask, they each see the other’s profile.
I feel like I know that constellation of freckles, Robby thinks as he zooms in. And those arms, I’ve fantasized about those arms. That looks like Jack’s prosthesis too. But… no it couldn’t be. Jack wouldn’t be on Grindr.
His frame looks familiar, and the way he stands, Jack thinks. Robby’s got chicken legs like that too, doesn’t he? Jack’s imagined worshipping those knobby knees a thousand times. And that dusting of arm hair and those long hands… No, no, that’s not Robby. He wouldn’t be on Grindr.
One messages the other, feeling a twinge of guilt for how they’re salivating over features that they’ve longed to touch, to kiss, to caress for decades. I’ve got a type, they both insist to themselves, that just so happens to be my best friend.
Neither one asks for a face pic, and they arrange to meet at a bar equidistant from both their houses (one that they go to all the time: it’s safe and comfortable and they assume the other proposed it).
I’m outside, Jack sends a message over Grindr, feeling as nervous as if this wasn’t just a quick beer before picking a place to go. As if this were a first date and maybe the last one he’d ever have.
Robby’s phone chimes just as he enters the brewery. He weaves through the crowd and finds the door to the outside. The tables are full, but only one table has a single man sitting at it. The man’s hair is curly salt-and-pepper, hair that Robby’s imagined pulling and tugging and threading his fingers through. But Jack wouldn’t sit facing away from the door, Robby thinks.
He rounds the table and every step reveals a new feature that he explains away. The tapping fingers? He’d never seen Jack as nervous as this man. The way he keeps checking his phone? Jack forgot his phone in his jacket all the time, saying they were society’s leashes.
He denies and denies like bubbles coming out of a hot spring to catch on the surface and hold and merge. He says, “hey.”
The man pulls off his reading glasses and his hazel eyes lift to meet Robby’s. It’s only then that the realization hits and the bubbles burst.
Jack isn't great at taking care of his leg. He wears his prosthesis far longer than he should, he doesn't sit down enough during shift to rest it, Robby always has to strong arm him into using his crutches or chair at home and on days off.
Robby was, quite frankly, over it. He hated seeing Jack's leg rubbed raw after every shift. Hated seeing the wince he tried (and failed) to hide when his hip couldn't help but twinge with pain as he walked. But fighting Jack never worked, he always brushed off Robby's concerns, put his leg on anyway.
And, well, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Jack and Robby had the weekend off together. Jack had just gone to bed after coming home from his last shift for the next two days and Robby had just woken up for the day. Robby knew Jack would insist on wearing his leg over the weekend, and that was the last thing Robby wanted.
Once he was sure Jack was asleep, Robby went back to their bedroom to grab Jack's leg. He walked to the kitchen with it and promptly placed it on top of the tallest cabinets; even going as far as to get on the tips of his toes to push it back against the wall.
"That should do it," Robby sighed to himself as he took a step back from the counter.
He made sure to grab Jack's crutches and leave them propped up against the nightstand for when he woke up.
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"Mike!" Jack yelled down the hall when he woke up a handful of hours later.
Robby set his book down and started to walk down the hall toward their bedroom, "Good afternoon to you too, Jack," he said as he walked through the door.
"Where the hell is my leg? I swear I left it here this morning," Jack said, gesturing to the space by his nightstand.
"I moved it," Robby said. "Even left you your crutches."
"I want my leg, Mike."
"You wore your leg for 15 hours yesterday, Jack."
"Mike, it's fine," Jack insisted.
"You are a physician, you know damn well it isn't," Robby scolded. "Just grab your crutches and get ready. I do still want to go get lunch with you."
Robby was waiting in the kitchen, shoes already on and keys in hand, when Jack finished getting ready.
When Jack walked into the kitchen, his eyes caught on something above Robby’s head.
"Michael," Jack said, his tone hard.
"Yes, my love?"
"Is that my leg on top of the fucking kitchen cabinets?" Jack's voice raised as he spoke.
"Yes," Robby replied flatly.
"What the fuck, man?"
"You don't listen to me when I try to negotiate, so I figured I'd just remove it from the equation entirely," Robby explained with a shrug. "Now, lunch or no lunch?"
"I'm not going out like this, Mike," Jack said, gesturing to the crutches on his arms.
""What do you mean 'like this,' Jack? You use crutches sometimes, it is what it is."
"Give. Me. My. Leg."
Robby sighed and set his keys down, walking over to Jack. He grabbed Jack's shoulders gently as he spoke, "Jack, you can't keep ruining your leg because you're too stubborn to need help on your days off. Let me drive and get the doors for you and carry the bags in and grab the mug you forgot in the other room. I didn't marry you so I could watch you be in pain 24/7," Robby's tone was kind but firm, leaving no room for more argument.
Jack's eyes were watery, "Do I get it back tomorrow?" he tried to make his voice sound light, but Robby could sense the emotions that ran beneath.
Robby chuckled, "We'll see, depends how well you behave today." He leaned in to kiss Jack, something quick and sweet. "Now, lunch?"
"Fine, yes, lunch," Jack said.
"Thank you for letting me help," Robby said, softer this time, smiling at Jack.
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I have another rabbot prompt but this one is kind of f up and if my previous intent with a similar plot in the supernatural fandom was anything to go by I am sure that it wont translate from my head to a doc.
I would leave it below the cut so you can ignore me if you want, but it is basically a Toxic Rabbot omegaverse edition
I have this idea I wanted to write were basically Jack was abusive towards Robby. Let me explain a little
Alpha Jack and Omega Robby met in medschool feel in love and they mate, everything dandy there no toxicity so far, and in this AU well Robby got pregnsnt and had twins (a boy and a girl) because why not, so Jack decides to join the army so he can support them and give them a better life and pay their student loans.
Anyways the point here is that while he is away Jack starts changing because of the toxicity he is in, starts leaning into the toxic masculinity and alphas are better. Also I know they are both males and that in normal universe couldnt happen but in this verse relationships between male alphas and nale omegas are recognize if not frowned up. So that is another thing against them
So, Jack comes back from his deployment and starts being verbally and phisically abusive towards Robby. And of course Robby, whose self esteem is in the toilet in any universe and comes from a broken home already, stays for his kids. And it is not like Jack is around much either, so he just take it.
Addamson an Danna start to hate when Robbys mate is on leave, because it neans that Robby will start getting thinner and start arriving with bruises again. They try to convince him to leave Jack but everytime they are close to convincing him, Jack does something that reminds Robbh of the alpha who he fell in love with.
Everything changes when Jack is overseas and the twins present. The first to present is the boy (who I am naming Jr) as an omega, which causes the girl (Harley) to present as an alpha. And the thimg that ends up breaking Robby is that Jr is completely terrified of his Alpha father because he has seen the way he is with their omma, and has heard horror storie Harley is not scared, she is fucking pissed off and completely hates their alpha, so Robby decides to leave not for himself but for his kids. After all, it is not like Jack cant find another omega, Robby knows full well about his mate sex escapades. So that night he moves out with the scentials and his kids stuff, he doesnt tell Jack that though, he will wait for him to come back before breaking the news, even if Danna thinks its stupid
Of course this plan goes to hell when he gets a call mid-shift that Jack almost died getting blowed up by a bomb and lose a leg. And Robby cant let Jack suffer alone, he still loves him. So he nurses Jack back to hell.
And Jack of course has not idea that Robby was going to ask him for separation, but being laid up on a bed sure puts things into perspective about which opinions should matter, specially when all the guys that where on his alpha gang are either dead or have dissapeared the moment they heard he was disabled. And Jack fimds himself reflecting on what he is done, specially when he realizes what has become of his mate. Because Robby is trying to make himself smaller just as to not anger him, his voice is soft barely a whisper when before he used to be very opinated, Jack bows to change that. He also realizes that his children are not there, but Robby explains it away as to making sure Jack recovers the best he can, Jack knows Robby is not telling him something the way his voice trembles slightly. What Robby doesnt tell him is that Jr is terrified of him and Harley is angry at both, at Hack for eberything and at Robby for going back
And I dont know how it happens, but maybe the kids forgot something or their babysitter was sick, or something, but the kids return to the house briefly when they think Jack is upstairs, but Robby snd Jack are in tbe living room and when Jack sees them he expects a tearful reunion, instead the momdnt Jr sees him, his scent gets bitter and he runs to hide in his room, which causes Harley to tear him a new one and she basically reveals that they were leaving and she wishes the ED had killed him because maybe then their Omma could have been free. And now, Jack has to grapple with the fact his daughter hates him, his son is terrified of him and Robby is a shell of the man he swore to protect
Omega!Robby who’s had a long day and still has a few hours until his mate, alpha!jack comes for hand off. While he moves around the ED, in the back of his mind he’s thinking about his pups, specifically how much is going on with the family. Of his six pups his oldest is studying for the bar exam, his fifth is graduating high school, and his youngest is finishing middle school. And of course the ones n college are finishing up the year and coming back home if they went away for college. Omega Robby loves having his pups home but it’s still a lot going on.
He gets called into a room, being told it’s two pups who won’t give names and are injured. Not uncommon for pups in bad situations so he heads in to try and get an understanding of the situation but freezes when he sees his two youngest, 13 and 15, sitting there. The younger one with her leg up and the older one sitting with a gash on his forehead, both have some scrapes and bruises. It takes a few long moments for him to accept what he’s seeing before going full omega mother on them. Worrying over his pups, demanding to know what happened (they went out on their older sisters stupid motorized bike that they know they can’t be on and wrecked), and being angry over them not calling him or Jack. The room practically teals of calming omega scent as he looks over them before letting a resident do their job.
Bonus: most of the Ed has no idea Robby even has kids and is very shocked 
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annaxmalina
