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Jack has a nightmare about Robby finally taking the leap off the roof. He wakes up and finds himself alone in his bed and panics where Robby is. Leading him down a rabbit hole. Robby comes home later to the whole mess.
mainly focus on jack pov compare to robby
[i wrote this instead of healing from a bad car accident i wasn't aware of being in and the muscle strain i got on my left shoulder that feels like my muscle is being torn apart, and editing this while dealing with my brother horny cat 👍]
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11 Aug 2026
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A snowstorm hits Pittsburgh, and Robby ends up staying the night at Jack's apartment. It's the first time they've slept in the same bed since making their relationship exclusive.
It's freezing. Jack has trouble sleeping. Robby takes care of it.
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11 Aug 2026
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so if you're lonely (you know i'm here waiting for you) by hipcharlesdickens
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
11 Aug 2026
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"Why didn't you tell me sooner? How long? If I'd known-"
"You know now," Jack interrupted softly but still firmly. "I just want you to stay."In which Jack can't sleep, and he needs Robby's help.
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11 Aug 2026
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It's New Year's Eve, Robby has plans and Jack isn't working. Jack's called in to cover and ends up with concussion.
It's no big deal, not like Robby was planning to propose or anything.
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11 Aug 2026
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Domestic Life for the Russian Doctor by dancingthroughthedarknesswithyou
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
11 Aug 2026
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Almost in tandem, they moved to the middle of the bed, curling up next to each other. Arms slung over waists, Robby’s face in Jack’s hair, Jack’s face against his neck. A sigh of contentment.
“Yashenka moy,” Robby murmured, leaning his head against him.
Jack’s answer came immediately: “Mishenka moy.”
My Jack. My Robby.
They were words that had been spoken thousands of times: whispered into necks, exchanged over traumas, said across rooftop railings. It meant: I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re not alone. It’s just us. Take my hand. We’re in this together. It's you and me.
Simply put, it meant: I love you.
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11 Aug 2026