rabbot ‘together since the start’ social media au:
🗣️ 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!!
“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.
“Yeah,” Jack laughs. “Happy fucking anniversary, baby. To 30 more.”