sghostriley
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"yeah, you do. now, i gotta get back out there. promise me, please, you'll drive safe. no lane splitting, i don't give a fuck if it's legal. wear your helmet, and i'll know if you don't--"
"i got it, i got it," robby tries to interrupt him but jack just keeps talking.
"and text me when you get there, when you shower, when you eat, and when you're about to head off to bed."
he blinks up at him. "want pictures, too?"
jack presses his lips into a thin line yet his eyes squint, mirth clinging to the crows feet and the outer edges of his lids. "i wouldn't say no."
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"it's just ducklings. and all med students do that."
"not to me, they don't," jack argues, then handing him the two midol that robby dry swallows.
"yeah, because you're you."
"and you still like me."
"like is a strong word."
"uh-huh."
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it wasn't often simon found himself here.
there was just no time for these kinds of indulgences. he spent most months of the year deployed, and even when he was granted a break between flights it was hard to settle into a headspace remotely anywhere near he needed to be for this to work.
he didn't even think he was there now. if it were up to him, he'd be wallowing in his bed right now. his body alert and active but his mind drained and exhausted. it was like it physically manifested itself into a ball of tension at the base of his skull, pressure lodged just above his top vertebrae. further down, his lungs felt tight, like weight had wedged itself between them and forced them to cramp against his ribcage.
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- Part 13 of drabbles & oneshots
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soap barks out a noise that could almost be a laugh. he feels like a dog with a bone, teeth clamped on and thrumming with energy. "ye put yer dick up mine!" he cries out, amusement laced in his tone.
"that's- different-- quit fuckin' laughin', soap!"
"no, no, how is it different?"
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- Part 12 of drabbles & oneshots
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within the depths of my drafts on tumblr, i have many posts that were supposed to be short and sweet that rapidly grew until i felt like they were too long to be posted properly to tumblr. this will be a oneshot collection dedicated for these instances.
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“I’m- I can’t convince myself to commit to a longer stay,” Robby admits, frustrated by it. “It’d be better for actually getting somewhere with antidepressants, I know, but I feel like once I take away the work and the bike and everything else I do… there’s a clock on how long I can be naked like that. When it runs out, if I’m not back on the right side, I’ll get stuck as nothing, forever.” Robby drops his face into his hand. “Why does this sound like The Little Mermaid?” he moans.
“Is this the kind of place where they throw a black bag over your head and smash your SIM card, or can I still talk to you?” Jack asks.
~After a scare on his road trip, Robby does two weeks of inpatient care in Wisconsin... and you'll never guess who he uses his phone time on~
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02 Jun 2026
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Ghost has been hard at work tackling his aversion to touch since the 141 came together. He’d been irate the first time Soap and Gaz tried casually throwing an arm around him. He had felt repulsed, nauseous, scared…
Warm. Comforted.
It took him a few weeks to admit to himself and his therapist that physical touch was a love language he has been severely starved of.
Thankfully it’s a language that his squad is annoyingly fluent in. More often than not he loves being close to his team now.
Only Soap has this strange ability to make him crave more, though.
Featuring Ghost with a PTSD induced temperature regulation issue and Soap, who wants nothing more than to be used as a personal heater.Bookmarked by sghostriley
01 Jun 2026
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Darnell nodded, glancing over Robby like he was trying to place him in the hierarchy of important to ignorable and it could go either way. "What's this?"
"MSF FNG," Jack shot back. Whatever that meant, he sounded amused.
Darnell scoffed and looked to Robby, expression going decidedly unimpressed. "Oh, yeah? You here to find yourself? Have an adventure? Do something hard?" he asked, each question more mocking than the last.
And there was that question again, like it was haunting Robby. He stifled his instinct to bite back and kept it simple: "I'm here to help."
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12 May 2026
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Do you think it all ends in flood, Robby wonders against the man’s carotid, or fire?
What?
I think hell is full of water. Maybe he’ll never know why other people’s mouths always taste better than his own. I think it’s everything we hope we’ve avoided, all the shit we tell ourselves we’re above caring about, drowning together in one big fucking bathtub.
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09 May 2026
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Prompt fills for The Pitt Whump Week, 2026, all Rabbot-themed. With art by @agarthanlaboratory!
1 - tied up - "This isn't Jack. Where is he?"
2 - insomnia - On the fourth morning he sits up, looks back over his shoulder, and Jack is a corpse.
3 - overwhelmed + "Don't touch me." - "Hell of a thing to contract malaria on your vacation, Robby."
4 - flashlight + pupillary response - "You take your third dose yet? Had to come back and keep you on time."
5 - unhappy customer - "People're staring." / "Let 'em."
6 - oxygen - "You always like this when you're high, Robinavitch?"
7 - all alone - Four bullets left, a nasty whisper says in the back of his head.- Language:
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