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Jack knew that the flowers were practically rotting. The white tulips had been sitting in a vase on his kitchen counter for around 9 days now, and the petals were slowly becoming droopy, some even dropping, and the stems were losing its shape and becoming mushy. He knew they had to go. Yet, he had no intention of actually following through with that.
The thing is, those were flowers Robby had gotten him for their first date. Sure, they had been dancing around the idea of them being together for years at this point, but the flowers reminded Jack of how official it became. Additionally, Robby was the first ever partner of Jacks to get him flowers. He hadn’t been with many men in the past, most being fleeting relationships that had to stay hidden due to DADT. When he was with his wife, he was always showering her with flowers which he never minded and in fact enjoyed doing.
This time however, he was the one getting the flowers — something that for some reason lit a small fire in Jacks chest, keeping him all warm and fuzzy. They are 9 days old, and this thing with him and Robby is extremely new, but Jack, deep in his heart, knows that it’s going to last. He doesn’t want to part with an item that reminds him of how loving and caring Robby is or holds memories of their first ever date. He is dreading the day that he can no longer ignore the smell coming from the flowers or the water that is becoming more and more opaque by the day.
Throwing them out would just be criminal. Maybe he could let them decompose outside, but he would also have to pass his little garden that will hold the decomposing flowers every day. Not exactly a sight he wants to see constantly.
So, instead of truly figuring out a solution, he snaps out of his thoughts, finishes packing his work bag, and walks out of his house, deliberately ignoring the flowers.
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Thank god it was a quiet shift because Jack feels dead on his feet. His prosthetic has been digging into his leg, and his patience is wearing extremely thin. Some days just are like that, and he always hates how much he lets it get to him.
Walking home, he can’t stop thinking about he is just going to collapse into bed and let himself recharge. Part of him wishes he had seen Robby at handoff, but the other man has the day off. Maybe I should go see him, Jack thinks. Or maybe it’s too soon to do that.. I mean we’ve been friends for years though.
His mind wanders back to Robby, just like it has been doing for the last few days. If he is given the chance to relax and take time for himself, he is constantly thinking of the other man. Thinking about how his hand felt in Jacks during their first date, thinking about how Robby had softly kissed Jack, thinking about Robby’s small smile when Jack had asked him out.
His thoughts carry him all the way home as he sluggishly inserts his key, wishing Robby was here so he could cuddle up next to him and fall asleep like he did 2 days ago when Robby stayed the night.
Once he is inside, he drops his bag, toes his shoes off, and makes his way to the kitchen for a quick bite before dozing off. He immediately stops once he takes in the sight of a familiar tall, brown haired man in his kitchen.
“What are you doing here?” Jack asks a little sharper then intended, his exhaustion clearly catching up to him.
Robby jumps in place, quickly turning around from his spot near the counter to look at Jack.
“Shit…” Robby starts, one hand coming up rub the back of his neck while the other stays behind his back. “ Okay don’t freak out. I slept here last night while you were at work.”
Ah, so it wouldn’t be weird if I were to do that, Jack thinks, confirming his earlier train of thought during his walk home.
“No, no it’s okay, just shocked me is all,” Jack replies as he makes his way over to Robby to give him a small kiss. Before he is able to kiss the other man, he stops and takes in the fact that Robby’s hands are behind his back.
“What you got back there, huh?” Jack teasingly asks.
“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Robby says disappointingly as he reveals what he was hiding. Before Robby can say anything more, Jack breath catches as he looks as the dark brown frame Robby is holding my. He isn’t looking at the frame but instead the flattened, dried white tulips that the frame holds. That fucker, he thinks.
His head whips to the kitchen counter to see the vase gone and the counter cleared. He apparently had missed it during his sleepy daze when he walked in.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to keep them, I am just kind of assuming based on how disgusting they looked when I walked in and the fact that you hate anything that isn’t clean,” Robby rambles.
Instead of replying, Jack slowly takes the frame out of Robby’s hands and places it on the counter with a click.
“You hate it don’t you? I can-“ Robby starts, insecurity creeping into his voice. Before he can finish though, Jack is grabbing Robby by the shoulders and bringing him down for a heated kiss.
Once they break for air, both of them smiling widely, Jack says “you’re such a sap,” in a voice that comes out much fonder then he intended it to.
“Mmmh,” Robby hums in agreement against Jacks lips as he starts their kiss again. “Only for you though.”
Summary: Fifty years after thinking he was straight Robby attends his first Pride with Jack.
Characters: Jack Abbot, Michael (Robby) Robinavitch.
Robby x Jack (Rabbot)
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The first June weekend in Pittsburgh arrived with a thick humid heat that clung to the skin but the air downtown was electric with a different kind of energy. Rainbow flags in every conceivable size and shade hung from storefronts and apartment windows. The city was a riot of color and sound, a vibrant pulsating heartbeat of celebration and defiance.
It was Pride weekend - and for Jack it was as much part of his year as Christmas or his own birthday. For Robby on the other hand it felt like stepping onto another planet. He knew about Pride - of course he knew. You weren’t friends with Jack Abbot for twenty-five years and didn’t know about it. But he never attended. He usually worked double shifts that weekend so that his staff could attend the festivities if they wanted to.
This time was different.
This time he very much intended to be part of the celebration. Ever since confessing his feelings to Jack shortly after returning from his sabbatical, he knew for sure he wasn’t as straight as he’d thought for the last fifty years.
The thought of being bisexual was still a strange one. Not because he was ashamed of it. He wasn’t. He loved Jack. That part was easy. The difficult part was wrapping his head around the fact that apparently he had managed to miss a fairly significant detail about himself for more than fifty years.
Robby stood in front of his closet that Sunday morning, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach. What the fuck did one wear to something like this? His wardrobe consisted of scrubs, worn-in jeans, black shirts and hoodies in grey and black. Well and one in a dark shade of green. Nothing seemed right for an occasion like that. And he didn’t want to embarrass Jack.
So eventually he settled on a plain black shirt and jeans, feeling utterly and completely underdressed. He walked back into the kitchen, where Jack waited for him, coffee in hand - and looking effortlessly cool and just so very right.
He wore a white tank top that showed off his muscular arms, a pair of camo pants and a rainbow bandana tied around his wrist. He also wore a hell of a lot bracelets in every color imaginable and some colorful temporary tattoos on his cheek and his arms.
“Ready to go, hot stuff?”
Jack looked Robby up and down and immediately clocked the expression on his face. He put his coffee down and wrapped his arms around him. Robby buried his face in Jack’s neck.
“No” he mumbled.
“What’s wrong? Did you change your mind? Do you want to stay home?” Jack asked gently, holding him tightly.
Robby shook his head. “No, it’s just… I don’t have an outfit.”
Jack narrowed his eyes. “You do wear an outfit, Mike.”
“Yeah.” Robby sighed heavily and straightened. “But not a Pride outfit.”
Jack tried to hide the smirk creeping up on him, then reached out and cupped his chin. “Listen Mike - you don’t need a certain outfit, okay? You can go in whatever clothes you feel like. It’s Pride, not the court.”
Robby smiled a little despite himself. “I know” he said before hesitating. “It’s just… I want to belong” he added, barely audible.
For a moment Jack just looked at him. Twenty-five years of friendship. Months of dating. Countless conversations. And somehow Robby still thought he had to earn his place.
Jacks heart started to ached a little.
He leaned over to kiss him gently before turning around, grabbing a makeup palette sitting on the table. “Okay, come on, we’re fixing this. Hold still.”
Robby blinked. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you feel you belong there” Jack said, while painting a rainbow flag onto Robby's cheek.
When he was done he grabbed some temporary tattoos from the table. “So, boyfriend, let’s get you Pride-ified, huh?”
“That’s not even a word” Robby muttered under his breath, but secretly delighted how easy Jack made this for him.
Jack shrugged. “It is now. And I’ll be condemned if I let my sexy boyfriend think he doesn’t belong into his own community just because he doesn’t have color on his body.”
He paused when he saw the look on Robby’s face.
“You know you belong there, right?” he asked with a gentle voice, while he pressed the tattoo on his arm.
Robby shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel like… everyone’s going to know I'm... an imposter.”
"You're not an imposter." Jack’s eyes narrowed, then he shook his head once, dabbing on the tattoo with a wet cloth. “You belong there, Michael. You’re as much part of this community as I am. So please, get this thought out of this pretty head of yours, huh?”
Robby smiled reluctantly, watching Jack peeling off the protective layer of the tattoo. A rainbow-colored heart appeared on his forearm.
Jack lifted his arm, pressing a soft kiss onto it. “I love you” he whispered before kissing him properly.
Robby’s response was a soft moan.
As they walked towards the parade route the sheer scale of it hit Robby. The streets were packed with people. There were drag queens in towering, elaborate wigs, leather-clad men leading their partners on leashes, families with rainbow-painted faces and groups of teenagers laughing and shouting. The air was filled with the thumping bass of a dozen different sound systems, the smell of street food and a palpable overwhelming sense of joy.
Robby felt a wave of panic bubbling up in his stomach.
It was too much.
The noise, the crowds, the sheer unapologetic flamboyance of it all. He felt a hundred years old and painfully straight, like a plain desert plant suddenly thrust into the middle of a tropical rainforest. He stuck close to Jack, his hand gripping his a little too tightly.
Jack on the other hand seemed like he had the time of his life - and he apparently knew everyone. He was stopped every few feet by people who hugged him or kissed his cheek. Robby stood by, a silent awkward shadow, a tight polite smile plastered on his face.
He felt like an accessory, Jack’s “plus one”.
“JACKIE ABBOT!” A drag queen in six-inch heels appeared out of nowhere and pulled Jack into a tight hug. “You old bastard - where have you been?”
“Working, my love.”
“You’re a terrible liar. Good thing you’re still hot as fuck, baby.” The drag queen noticed Robby. “And who’s that handsome fellow you’re dragging along? Never saw him before. Your toyboy?”
Jack smiled. “That’s Michael, my boyfriend.”
That word still hit Robby square in the chest - and he loved to hear it.
The drag queen tilted her head, eyeing Robby up and down, then also pulling him into a tight hug, kissing his cheek with a loud smacking sound. “So nice to meet you, Michael. I’m Emily Dick-inson and I can’t blame Jack for hiding you. You’re adorable.”
Robby blushed instantly and mumbled something back. Emily stepped back again, grinning. “I love him” he announced toward Jack. “I love a big shy guy.” He paused. “I need to run now but let’s have drinks later, okay? Need to know all about how you guys met.”
He waved and hurried away, his dress swinging behind him.
Robby blinked. “Okay.”
Jack laughed. “Welcome to the community, baby.”
They were barely able to walk a hundred feet before a man with a magnificent full beard and a kilt made of rainbow tartan stopped Jack. “Jack! My god, it’s been ages” he exclaimed, pulling him into a rib-crushing hug.
“Declan, you look amazing” Jack laughed, clapping him on the back before turning toward Robby. “This is my boyfriend, Robby. Robby, that’s Declan. He does the best drag in the city.”
“Don’t tell that to Emily, huh?” Declan said with a grin. “That old bitch is acting crazy today.” Then he turned his piercing kohl-lined eyes on Robby, a warm smile spreading across his face. “So, you’re the one who’s been keeping our boy so busy he can’t even come out for a drink.” Then he held out a hand. “Nice to meet you. And I can’t blame Jack to be honest. If you were my boyfriend you wouldn’t leave the bed until I say so.”
Jack started laughing while Robby felt a flush of warmth creeping up his neck.” Um.” he managed, his voice a little shaky. “It’s um… nice to meet you too.”
Declan winked. “The pleasure is all mine, handsome. You’ve got a good one here. Don’t ever let him go. And if you want to, just hide this prosthetic leg of his.”
“Declan!” Jack exhaled, still laughing. “Fuck you.”
Declan shrugged unapologetic. “Need a trick or two up your sleeve as a gay man, right?”
He winked toward Robby again, then gave a small wave and disappeared into the crowd again.
They found a spot near the barricades to watch the parade. Robby looked around, still feeling a little overwhelmed, his hand grabbing the cold metal while Jacks hand rested warmly on his back.
Then - “Jack!”
They turned around. A woman with short red hair was standing behind them, carrying a toddler. Another woman stood behind her, holding a stroller.
Jack immediately lit up. “Sara! Oh my God!”
He stepped toward her and pulled her into a tight hug - or as tight as it was manageable with a tiny person sitting on her arm.
“And that’s Michael, I assume?” he asked, nodding toward the toddler with the curly hair.
She nodded. “Yeah. Two years old now with very big opinions.”
“I can’t believe I’m seeing you with a child. Not after meeting you in that bar where you let strangers do shots from your body. “Jack grinned, then reached behind him, dragging Robby closer. “So, that’s a fun one then. Sara, this is my Michael.”
Sara’s eyebrows shot up. “Your Michael like in boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Like in boyfriend boyfriend?”
Jack laughed. “Yeah, Sara. Boyfriend boyfriend.”
“Holy shit!”
The woman behind her started laughing. “You owe me twenty bucks, sweetheart.”
“I absolutely do” she shot back, before pointing at Jack. “I told her you’d never settle down.”
“That’s just plain rude” Jack replied dryly.
Sara shrugged. “I can’t believe I’m seeing Dr. Jack Abbot in a committed relationship. You’ve been a real slu-oh.” She stopped, suddenly remembering she carried a very awake and very listening toddler on her arms. “Um, you’ve been wild in the past. Jack. I’m so glad you found your person then.”
Robby blushed.
“Nice to meet you, Michael. You guys need to come over for dinner soon, okay?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah sure.”
Sara smiled. “Great. We need to run now, but lets meet up soon, okay?”
They hugged again.
Robby watched Sara disappear into the crowd. “Huh.”
Jack immediately looked over. “Uh-oh.”
“What?”
“I don’t like the sound of this ‘huh’.”
Robby shook his head once, a tight feeling in his stomach. “So, you’ve been wild in the past?”
Jack rolled his eyes. “She’s exaggerating.” Then he noticed the weird look on Robby's face. His face softened immediately. He slid an arm around Robby’s waist. “Hey.”
Robby looked away, pretending to watch the parade that began to move slowly.
“Mike.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re such a shit liar, Robinavitch” Jack said with a smile, before leaning over, kissing his temple. “You’re the only one I’m wild with now.”
“Good.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Very possessive for a guy who didn’t know he liked men ten months ago.”
Robby started to laugh. “Shut up.”
A group of older men and women walked by, their arms linked carrying a banner that read “Pittsburgh’s Pioneers”. Robby felt a lump form in his throat. These were the people who had fought the fights, who had endured so much hatred and fear, so that the rest could stand here today. So that Robby could stand here today, holding the hand of the man he loved, out in the open.
Jack squeezed his hand, his gaze following Robby’s. “I’m so fucking thankful for them” he said softly.
Robby nodded softly, his throat too tight to speak. He looked around him - really looked for the first time. He saw the love and the laughter, the defiance and the pride. He saw the young lesbian couple kissing without a care in the world, the gay couple lifting their child onto their shoulders, the transgender woman waving joyfully from a convertible.
And for the first time - he saw himself.
And slowly, piece by piece, the discomfort and the insecurity began to melt away, replaced by something else. Too small to really pay attention to, but lingering. A sense of belonging.
A sense of coming home.
The thought lingered quietly in the back of his mind as another float rolled past them, music blasting so loudly he could feel the bass vibrating through the barricade beneath his hands. The people dancing on top of it were dressed in bright neon colors, throwing handfuls of merchandise into the crowd.
Something flew directly toward him.
Years of emergency medicine kicked in before his brain had a chance to process it. His hand shot and he caught it cleanly without even looking.
“Nice catch sexy!” somebody yelled.
Robby blushed and looked down. He blinked, then looked again.
Jack followed his gaze and immediately doubled over laughing.
It was a condom. A rainbow-colored condom. A very large rainbow-colored condom.
Robby held it out while the crowd around him started cheering.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked flatly.
Jack was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. “As far as I’m concerned you know exactly what to do with condoms.”
Robby blushed and turned the packet over. Read the label. Turned it over again. “Might be a little tight.”
Jack started laughing again, smacking his arm. “Subtle.”
Robby grinned, then tucked it carefully into his pocket. Jack noticed immediately.
“You’re keeping it?”
Robby shrugged. “It’s free.”
Jack still chuckled. “You’re a doctor with a reasonable income.”
“Do you know how expensive med school was?” Robby replied with a deadpan expression before smiling.
A real smile. A smile that came easy and comfortable.
Jack’s laughter gradually faded. His eyes softened as he looked at Robby. There was something unbearably fond in his expression.
“You okay?” Robby asked, his brows furrowed.
Jack nodded. “Yeah. It’s just…” He squeezed his hand. “I’m so fucking glad you’re here.”
And even though the noise of the parade continued around them the world felt quieter for a moment. Robby squeezed his hand back. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Me too.”
Jack’s face broke into a wide smile. He leaned in and kissed him, a deep passionate kiss that was so full of love it was almost painful.
For once it didn’t feel reckless. It didn’t feel forbidden. It felt like a celebration.
The crowd around them started cheering and whistling. Robby felt a blush creep up his face but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was from pure unadulterated happiness. Jack’s hand slipped up his neck, holding him there while the kiss deepened.
“Get a room!” someone shouted amused.
“No way, I want to watch” someone shouted back, earning some laughter.
Robby wrapped his arms around Jack, pulling him close. “I love you” he whispered.
Jack held him tight. “I love you too” he murmured, then added a little louder: “Welcome to Pride, Michael.”
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while we're on the subject i think we need to talk about jack abbot's quiet panic when robby is on the roof. bc robby being in his spot is Not Normal and he's trying not to freak out. and yeah he does a great job keeping that shit under wraps bc he's literally trained to stay calm under pressure. but the alarmed look in his eye. the desperate way he jumps from comedic to heartfelt to argumentative, trying to find something, ANYTHING, that he can say to get robby to step away from that ledge. the way he leans against the railing, makes himself small. creates an intimate space that invites robby to open up to him, then demands unwavering eye contact while delivering affirmations. robby talking jack down is a given, almost routine. jack talking robby down is unthinkable, and he is terrified.
it is so jarring and weird when a fantasy book is like “ok let’s go around the circle and have each character talk about which lgbt umbrella category they identify with” like ok your fantasy world doesn’t have to be feudal europe but can it not be 2023 twitter please
#there was a book I read a few years back#I'm not gonna name it#but like#all the characters would intro themselves as#HI I'M (NAME) AND I'M A LESBIAN#and whoever they were talking to would be like#HI (NAME) I'M (OTHER NAME) AND I'M TRANS#....#like#I love representation#would love to see more of it#but can we please not make it at the expense of actual good writing or storytelling???#queer characters are just like...characters#and should be treated as such#queerness is an aspect#like if a character is a pizza#then queerness is the cheese or the sauce or mushrooms or w/e#it isn't the whole pie#it can be critical to the pizza!#but we want full pizza characters#not none pizza left queer
On the exact opposite end of the spectrum, one of the most elegant examples I saw of showing that a character was trans, was that a member of the protagonist team named Maia had stolen some important document that was an editable text file about experiments, and when the other characters read the file, it kept referring to “states of maiaer” and “antimaiaer”. One of her teammates realized that someone must’ve gone through and run automated find-and-replace on “Matt” to “Maia”.
tr!tina and tr!bbh relationship (tr!somniaduo) is already so special to me:
tr!bbh is VERY hostile and has his weapons and stuff out at all times. hes always ready for a fight, even with his allies. he has even predicted an ally betraying him. there is no one on the server he mainly kept weapons off for.
Except tr!tina.
with tina, he only held food or 'his toys' as she put it (his totems). you could say its because he thinks she isnt a threat, but that just isnt true tbh, he holds out weapons for everyone, even people he views/underestimates to be weaker, example being tr!ros. he thinks he could still beat her, yet he keeps his weapons out for her. He also is very paranoid as he said to Chip (due to QSMP)
he only hit her once when trying to fire and ender arrow, and since his bow has flame, she got set on fire. he quickly placed water and didnt get out his bow i think for the rest of the time.
Not to mention he is just flat out honest to her in ways he isnt with ANYONE. with her, he told the full truth on the foolish situation. no lies, no deception, no twists, just flat out how it went. he also offered to give her the will, which i dont think he did to anyone else except his allies. He even called foolish a good king, something he probably wouldnt admit even at gunpoint.
Furthermore, he very insistently gave her stuff. Early into her joining, she refused to take armor/weapons from him when he attempted to flat out give it to her, so he created a treasure hunt so she could more feel she earnt it. he also gave her stuff like food with no hesitation, and im pretty sure made a qsmp reference of her always taking stuff from him/him always giving her stuff. he shows a side to specifically her that is much more gentle and caring then how he is to anyone, and makes it very obvious that he cares for her, and is shown protective to her many times.
Finally, tr!bbh actively tried to push her from joining a faction. i think he doesnt want her trapped in conflict she doesnt understand, and also wants her to just relax and not be attacked. he even pushed her away from hostile faction, giving reasons why purple (Factionless) was so much better.
p.s. i discussed this w some friends before even making this analysis and some of their points are here so credits to Jey and Tincan for some of the points here :DD
p.p.s. this is likely just me being delusional if im being real bc im obsessed w somniaduo in every universe so if this doesnt make sense thats why
bad and foolish both hate interior design and when I say how well that fits with their character dynamic- they have their own strengths, individual quirks, and differences, but they can also be hilariously similar
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Ros: but foolish wouldnt kill you! He's not your friend!
Bad: YOU DONT THINK HED KILL ME THE FIRST CHANCE HED GET?? D:
Ros: no!!
Bad: [INTENSE SOBBING]
listen this was originally from january but i'm putting it here because it has been a whole year and the idea of !landduo communicating through archaic sign language has still not left my mind
only !landduo can go from <I will be LEADING the revolution against you> to <if there is a list of people, I will hunt them down for you> in the blink of an eye
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wild thought but imagine a universe where foolish only remembers his family because once, long ago in a past life, he told bad about his upbringing and origins, and bad talked about his in return (hence, why foolish avoids the nether if at all possible). foolish doesnt remember his childhood anymore, but he does remember that conversation, their rare moment of open honesty. bad, knowing/suspecting the memory loss, also subtly slips in facts about his upbringing into their convos for foolish to grasp and hold onto
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