as always happy pride to people that are not out. happy pride to people that dont plan to come out any time soon. happy pride to people for whom it is not safe to be out. happy pride to people that live in a homophobic environment and happy pride to people from countries that criminalize queerness
This was inspired by those stories you hear every now and then, where a married couple are going through childhood photos and discover that years before they properly met, they just happened to have both been in the same place, at the same time, and, as it turns out, even ended up in the same photo.
Or, Robby raids Jack’s embarrassing childhood photos and spots some surprisingly familiar faces in one of them.
(the rest of the baby!Jack unfortunate childhood photos are below the cut for those who are interested. Because I had too much fun sketching them 😂)
Robinavitch is an idiot for not realizing that all he has to do is ask, and Jack Abbot will swaddle him in some hospital sheets so tightly that he won't be able to wiggle free, and leave him in his bedroom with an Enya cd playing on repeat until he feels better.
For Robby, a hug from Jack is almost too overwhelming to really feel good. There is the proximity, the warmth, the strength, the others' smell, the touch, the care that is so evident through it all.
For Robby, each hug stays with him for much longer than he knows it should. They touch something deep within him that he tries to bury day in, day out.
For Robby, each hug is like a reminder to himself that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he fights, he is still broken. Beyond repair.
To Jack, they're everything.
To Jack, they serve as a way to connect with the one person he couldn't bear to lose anymore.
To Jack, they're a reminder, a fucking neon sign screaming: This one. It's been this one for so long!!!
To Jack, they feel like the one time Robby doesn't actively try to slip through his fingers. Stops performing. Stops being Chief Attending Robby and truly becomes Michael Robinavitch.
Something that Jack has learned to treasure more than most other things.
To Jack, every hug is practice for the one he's terrified he won't get to give anymore. The one that would be too late.
Then there are the ones that mean something different to each of them. Those long ones, where neither of them really wants to let go first, yet fears to hold on for too long after all.
To Jack, those are an answer. The message of 'Still here. Still mine to hold on to.'
For Robby, they're a question he doesn't know how to stop asking himself. 'Why does this feel so much like home, when it's nothing I deserve to have...'
The ones that happen after a bad shift. Jack's hand on the back of Robby's neck, pulling him in without asking.
For Jack, it's nothing but natural behavior that almost happens on its own, whereas to Robby that's the most comforting and terrifying gesture at once.
After all, Michael is more than aware of the fact that somewhere, underneath all that careful burying of his emotions, he knows that Jack's arms are the only place he doesn't feel scared.
They don't tell you this but besides the Beloved Mutual there's also the Longterm Follower who you don't follow back but they're always in your notes and you're kind of watching them. Checking on the longterm follower's bio every so often like turning over a log. She's trans now good for her
s6 au where carter stays kerry’s roommate, and she takes care of him after the stabbing. and they share more meals together and she checks up on him before and after shifts and insists that they come to work and return together and she stops blasting music at 5:30am. and she still misses all the signs of his addiction
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