This is the most expensive cologne he would buy for himself, he wanted something simple and figured he liked whiskey so it wouldn't be too bad smelling like it. It's heavy and simple, which suits him.
The Tragedy of Lord George by Penhaligon's
Notes: woodsy notes, brandy, amber, tonka bean
Both these other fragrances were gifted to him. I know it. This is pretty much just a step up from Nightcap. Swapping out the leather for woodsy notes. This is also a bit sweeter than Nightcap. People talk about the projection about this one a lot, and I think the fact that it doesn't have a crazy projection is PERFECT. It's intimate and personal, and I while doing research for this someone described it as "a reward for intimacy," which I think suits Robby better than anything loud or with a strong projection.
Coffee Man Paradiso by O Boticario
Notes: dark chocolate, coffee, amber, cardamom
Everyday cologne right here. Sweet with the dark chocolate note, yet still dark and bitter from the coffee. Robby ultimately strikes me as a guy who wants to smell natural, drinks a lot of coffee = buying coffee cologne. Same thing with Nightcap and The Tragedy of Lord George.
I know this guy wears funky cologne. You'll pick up the similarity between these fragrances so fast. I think his cologne varies bepending on the type of day he's having. Wakes up in a chipper mood? He's putting THIS on. It's green and fresh and reminds him of being outside in a nice garden.
This is Jack's special occasion cologne. Patchouli is one of my favorite notes ever, and just...DOUSING HIM IN THIS!!! What if I said Titus Danforth too, then what I don't know what it is, but animalic notes for Jack Abbot. He smells controversial but it works because he's so hot
Notes
Top: virginia cedar
Middle: cedarwood, leather, bay leaf
Base: raspberry, coconut, white musk, animal notes, vanilla
Woody yet gourmand and fruity. I want him to smell like a bar BUT a sweet drink at a bar? You know? It brings so much joy. Type of guy that loves coconut. Coconut shavings as garnish on a drink <3 I imagine Jack has a bunch of cologne. He has all sorts of stuff because it's nice to treat yourself. He'd splurge on fragrances for other people if he's close to them. Absolutely gets a bottle of something for Robby and Dana around the holidays and/or birthdays.
some close-ups because I spent so much time looking at them so you have to as well:
anyway I make caranthir wear an absurd amount of gold because I think he has that Rich Personâą obsession with coating everything in glit to a garish degree.
I love how Zohran Mamdani is wearing a suit everywhere. And if he has anything else he puts it ON TOP of the suit. A basketball jersey. A high-vis vest. All worn over the suit. Heâs like the mayor character in a cartoon whoâs always dressed as The Mayor. If I didnât know who he was and he biked past me in NYC Iâd be like holy shit was that the mayor
thinking about getting to the bar before jack does. it's date night, something casual. he's usually right on time, but the hospital's keeping him no doubt.
you ordered a drink to keep you busy while you waited when some guy slips into the stool next to yours, trying to hit on you. he seems closer to you in age, maybe younger. objectively, he's good looking, bright eyes, clean shaven with a pretty smile. and an ego the size of texas. but you'd always preferred someone more . . . mature.
"c'mon baby," he tries, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath.
you wrinkle your nose at him, biting back a stronger insult and settling instead on, "sorry, you're just not my type."
the guy scoffs, like it's the first time he's ever heard that before. and with the way he stutters you think it might be. "you - i'mâ? well, what's your type? i'm flexible."
he leans in stumbles forward just as you lean away, but you don't get far when hard muscle catches your back. you don't have to glance behind you, a smile already playing against your lips because you'd recognize your man anywhere.
"i don't know," jack cuts in, sarcasm laid thick. "how about 5'9, war vet, twenty years older with an md?"
Description: Just some head canons I made up about Jack.
Warnings: None, really.
Notes: So, on my second rewatch I started writing down some headcanons that I can't really stop thinking about. Most are for my own amusement, so try not to read too much into them, lol
I'll probably keep writing down random shit like this, so if you want more just let me know :)
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Hasn't worn blue jeans since his late twenties. Owns about fifty pairs of cargo/combat trousers. Idk if he's a shorts guy, but you won't catch that man dead in denim.
Doesn't even think about paying for stuff. He just does it, no hesitation. He can always earn it back anyway.
Likes country music. The kind of stuff you listen to while sitting in your porch and drinking whiskey.
Caretaker energy. Not only is it in his job description, it's in his DNA. He has to take care of people or he can't function. Need something fixed in your house? He's there. Hungry? He's already cooking a three course meal. Need someone to talk to? He's all ears. Some guy at a bar won't take a hint? He's staring him down until he has no choice but to take the hint.
Loves freaking people out with his prosthetic leg. Will take it off for dramatic effect in front of poor, unsuspecting med students.
Competent king
Is fully used to being stared at in the hospital. Like has a sixth sense when it comes to women, patients and staff alike, admiring him. Acts chill about it, but it does fluster him.
Ally! He supports and respects women. Literally couldn't care less who other people are attracted to.
He doesn't know what asexual means, and is quite frankly afraid to ask.
Almost too chronically online. He shouldn't understand any of the gen-z lingo, but he does and it amuses him to use it against med students.
Kind of a germaphobe. Is a legit military veteren. He works in emergency medicine. He sees a fair amount in his shifts. Doesn't get grossed out easily. Yet refuses to touch door handles with his bare hands, and unknown sticky substances send him into a panic.
Probably owns a tool belt.
When he's not working, constant home projects. Like gets an idea to tear out his whole kitchen and redo it. And it's important to know that he can and will do it all by himself.
All for gossip. Pretends he doesn't care, but he wants the tea. Knows everything that's happening in the e.d, keeps himself in the loop because he's nosy.
He's freakishly good at juggling.
Has multiple jobs outside of the PTMC and SWAT. Like random ones, he's just everywhere. He doesn't go home and sleep, he's got a job in a bowling alley, or runs an ice cream truck, or a landscaping job, or has a swimming or yoga class to teach. Med students get more freaked out each time they run into him in the wild and they're convinced he's cloned himself.
There's no way this man doesn't have an extremely well trained older german shepherd that reminds him of himself. He takes him to every job and walks him every morning after shifts.
Has no kids, but sometimes comes home to neighbourhood teenagers hanging out there because they think he's cool. Pretends to be mad about it, but he actually likes it and would do anything for them.
He looks like he can play the guitar.
Doesn't really raise his voice, but he doesn't have to. A glare from him is enough.
Protective of his staff, and has zero tolerance for aggressive patients. He will boot them to another hospital without hesitation.
Is friends with so many women, and genuinely appreciates them.
Can be trusted with a drink.
Will pretend to be someone's boyfriend/husband (and make sure they get home safe).
It's scary how observant he is. Like he just notices things other people don't even look for.
Chaser! Robby and trans couple! Huckleabbot rambling (Drabble? Is this a Drabble?)
Ive never written any kind of fan work before so I apologize in advance.. :p
Robby knows what he likes, ok? Itâs a little awkward when Jack finds out about his.. âpreferencesâ (requirements) but Jack doesnât actually mind, after all he prefers other trans guys too, thatâs one of the reasons he and Whitaker started talking in the first place.
It all came up when Jack was rambling on about how he slept that day and why he didnât, while Robby looked towards the edge of the roof, barely listening to a word his friend was muttering mindlessly.
âWhen I first showed Dennis my scars, brother, you have no idea. The look on his little puppy face was adorable, unfortunately his wants were not.â He chuckled mid sentence at the memory of Dennis âThankfully after I helped him, he eventually just started rambling on and on about his own plans-â
Robby nodded along, barley processing until-
âWait.â Shaking his head.
âHold on- Dennis is trans too? Whatâs his T dosage? Do you help him with his shots? What plans? Is he getting surgery?â Robby began spewing words without even considering them, thankfully able to hold in his urge to beg Jack to convince Dennis to not get top surgery.
Abbot shrugged against the railing, looking at Robby with amusement, albeit a bit guilty at exposing Dennis.
âSorry brother, didnât think itâd be such a big deal to you. I know about your⊠thingâ he mused waving his hands aimlessly in the air.
Robby flushed bright red, looking away while willing his nasty thoughts away.
âAlright brother. Thatâs not what I meantâ he muttered, rolling his eyes. Trying to seem unbothered by the whole situation. âI just.. didnât know that about him. Is that a thing? You only date other trans guys?â
Jack smiled and held in a laugh at his friends poor poker face, deciding to tease him a bit, he started, âNah brother. I used to date Cis guys all the time, so did Dennis. Nowadays itâs mostly me and him. Except a few weeks ago when we had a guest, he was alright but not quite what we were looking-â
Robby stood straight abruptly, knocking his elbow against the railing on the roof. âOw- shit- I mean-â flushing bright red while Jack laughed directly at his face.
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Robby definitely didnât struggle falling asleep that night. Definitely didnât think about Jack and Dennis. Definitely not Jack and Dennis in bed. Jack and Dennis in bed with no clothes on. Dennis sitting in Jacks lap, rubbing their dicks together. And he definitely didnât think about the implications of Jacks earlier confession. Who was with them? Did he treat them well? Obviously not, as he hasnât been welcomed back, right? Robby would be perfect. Heâd be so good for Jack, and make Dennis be so good for him. Yeah, definitely had no issue sleeping that night.
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This has been sitting in my drafts for way too long, I could keep editing it for literally ever. Eat up fellow hucklerabbots
just saw ur updated post & that u also fuck with rabbot sooooo heres my little idea! (if this ain't ur cuppa tea just ignore my nothingburger lol)
Robby x Trans!Jack
something something Jack and Robby have been friends since their medschool days but back then Jack hasn't been out yet nor has he really understood what exactly he was feeling regarding to his body but he was absolutely sure that he was heads over heels for Robby and so they started dating. Medschool happened, Jack's time at the army happened but they still were together and when Jack came back and after a lot of therapy and recovering they took a big step in their relationship aka they got married!
Now years or decades later they work together in the pitt but Jack recently has started realising what exactly this feeling he had really is. He spoke to his therapist, which he only met a few years ago bc his old one sucked or something idk, and they started talking about his difficult emotions and feelings towards his body and how they effect him and his therapist told him that maybe he should start reading a bit online about the topic gender and everything around it and that's how he finally clocked it himself. Thing is, he hasn't told Robby yet, doesn't really know how and if Robby would be weird it even disrespectful, humiliating about it. Don't get him wrong he knows Robby is very open, respectful and cares but he doesn't know if that also counts for his own as-of-right-now-wife-soon-to-be-hopefully-husband...
soooo yeah if u do fuck with this u'll hopefully have fun writing about it! <3
YESSSSSSSSSSSS
i love transing genders its so fun thanks for the excuse
wistful sigh
obligatory note that i took some creative liberties lol
btw setting it in like 2010
Robby opened the front door and called out in a sing-song voice, "Honey, I'm home!"
He had done everything in his power to get out of work on time to take his beautiful bisexual badass wife on a nice anniversary dinner. Eight years of marriage wasn't particularly special in the grand scheme of things, but every day with Jackie was a gift, so Robby wanted to make sure the official day to celebrate and remember their wedding was a damn good one. They had missed most of their anniversaries over the years while Jackie was overseas, and the last two were both spent in the hospital thanks to a missed case of sepsis at the VA and the following amputation and recovery and physical therapy. Besides all that, they were both doctors now, which made scheduling infinitely more difficult.
But this year was different. Robby had begged and pleaded, literally on his knees a few times, to make damn sure everything would go smoothly. Being the department chief's favorite had a few perks, like negotiating for his wife, who was technically still a medical intern, to get the day off and getting permission to head out early on the same day.
If it wasn't already clear, he was abundantly excited. Unfortunately for him, the atmosphere of his house was less than stellar when he made it inside.
Upon entering the living room, he didn't see his loving wife ready to greet him with a steamy kiss. Instead, he saw what seemed to be a stranger on first glance.
Jackie was sitting on the couch, kind of hunched over a piece of paper, gripping it like her life depended on it. Her smile was gone. Her skin was pale. Like a ghost.
Jackie sniffled and rubbed at her tearful eyes. "I need to tell you something."
That was when he realized her wedding ring was sitting on the coffee table. Oh fuck.
On their anniversary? Of all days? That was uncharacteristically cruel.
Robby sighed in preemptive defeat as he sat on the other side of the couch. He wanted to ask what he did wrong. If there was any way to get her to stay. What his name was. Or her name. Maybe that's what it was. Maybe she wasn't bi after all and was finally done pretending to be attracted to him. Maybe Bubbe was right that Jackie wasn't just androgynous and really was confused.
Robby looked over at her guilty expression. He was more than ready and willing to forgive whatever transgression she was about to admit to, but it seemed she was already determined to walk out.
"What is that?" he asked, gesturing to the paper in her hands.
"A letter," she answered simply.
"From who?"
"Me."
"You?"
She unfolded it and stared at it. "Doctor Rhys said writing it down first might make it easier."
"Well, can I see it?" Robby asked.
"I need to explain it first," Jackie said defensively, holding the paper to her chest. She wiped her eyes again. "I love you so much, Mikey. You know I love you, don't you?"
"I love you too, baby," he replied, turning towards her. He tried to stay calm, but his anxiety got the better of him. He started speaking frantically. "You're scaring me... Please tell me what's going on. Are you leaving me? Are you sick? Did something happen? You can tell me, honey. Whatever it is, you can tell me."
Jackie hadn't been the same since her time in the military, which Robby knew. Even so, she still managed to stay pretty stable and confident in most cases whereas Robby was the jittery one who needed constant reassurance. So to see her so distraught was not only heart-breaking but also terrifying. She was shaking like a leaf and starting to cry.
"I tried so hard to be the wife you wanted, and needed, and deserved," she said through a choked-back sob, slowly pushing her letter towards him with unsteady hands. "I just can't keep up the facade anymore. I'm so sorry, Mikey. Please don't hate me."
He took the letter from her and held her hand as he read it.
I've never felt at home in my own body. I could never understand, let alone explain, why until Doctor Rhys introduced me to the term 'transsexual'. After learning more, I realized this describes the feelings I had been pushing down my whole life. You deserve someone better. Someone who isn't broken.
There was more to read, but Robby felt he got the gist of it from the first few sentences. His hand kept holding Jackie's tightly. He met her eyes again.
No, not her eyes. His eyes.
His beautiful eyes. The redness of strain from tears would compliment the green hue of the irises pretty nicely if it wasn't so sad.
"You are not broken, Jack," Robby said softly. He picked up the wedding ring from the table and held it between his fingers. "I would put this back on you, but I'm guessing you want something a little more masculine now?"
Jack gave him a bewildered look. "What? That's it?" he asked. He looked down at their joined hands and then back up at Robby's ever-adoring eyes. "You do understand what it says, right?"
Robby couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, I understand it," he said. He shrugged. "When I vowed to love you til death do us part, did you think I was just kidding?"
Jack laughed too, more nervous than amused. "I don't... I don't understand. You're not surprised? At all?"
"Not really," Robby admitted. "I mean, should I be? You've always been pretty butch. People mistake you for a man already. Just last week, someone on the T called us slurs because they thought we were a gay couple. And you know everyone at work jokes that I'm the wife in the relationship."
Jack turned away in consideration. "Yeah, but..."
"I think you're forgetting I'm also bi, baby," Robby reminded him. "It doesn't bother me that you'd rather be my husband. It just means we found a loophole to the ban on gay marriage."
Jack put his head in his hands and groaned. "And here I thought I was so being so secretive..."
Robby laughed again and rubbed Jack's back, scooting closer and pulling him in. "No offense, sweetheart, but you were about as subtle as train wreck," Robby teased. He gestured to the portrait of them smooching hanging above the mantle. "For fuck's sake, Jack, you wore a suit to our wedding."
"A women's suit," Jack replied, furrowing his brows. "With lace panties on underneath. Which, if I'm remembering correctly, you loved."
"I did love that," Robby nodded, a fond smile on his face. "But I love you in boxers, too. And naked, or in cargo pants and a tee shirt, or basketball shorts and that LSU tank top, or sweats, or scrubs, or fucking anything, baby. If you're trying to convince me to stop having a big fat crush on you, you're going to fail. Miserably."
Jack leaned up and connected their lips, holding Robby's face in his hands. A thumb brushed over stubble, and he leaned their foreheads together. "Thank you, Mikey... I love you, baby, so much."
"I love you too, Jack," Robby replied in a whisper, wrapping long, lanky arms around his much more muscular frame. He checked his watch behind Jack's head. "We still have a couple hours before our reservation. We can talk this through some more if you want?"
"Tomorrow," Jack said as he laid his head on Robby's shoulder. "Tonight, I just want to enjoy being your wâ your husband."
Robby rubbed Jack's back and kissed his head again. "In that case, I should probably prep for the strap, shouldn't I?"
They both burst out laughing.
That went a lot better than either of them walked into it expecting.
Dummies.
all these oneshots im doing feel like part ones and thats not the point i KNOW but i have problems.......
michael ârobbyâ robinavitch x younger!male!reader
summary: five times where you give robby a gift, and one time robby gives you one
word count: 2.5k
warnings: no use of y/n, reader calls robby mikey, overuse of the nickname "honey" (wish i could say sorry but im a honey robby truther), age gap! (not specified but i imagine reader in mid-20s and robby in late 40s), not beta'd (im allergic to it actually)
robby masterlist - main masterlist â request a fic!
a/n: hi anon! i hope you enjoy this! if you have any other requests lmk! i will try to do your visions justice :3 also for some clarification, i mention jake in this fic no longer being around robby and his partner, as i picture that specific part happening after pittfest. i also have the reader refer to robby as âmikeyâ rather than robby but heâs referred to as ârobbyâ everywhere else
reminder: this is an 18+ blog! minors PLEASE dni!
one
you were aware that robby collected records, each one deeply meaning something to him. some were collected throughout his childhood, making their way with him to adulthood. others collected at stores you went to together.
you wandered around jerry's records, a shop you knew robby frequented, when you strike gold. sitting on the shelf, a mint condition copy of rubber soul by the beatles. you can't help the grin spreading across your face as you pick it up, ignoring the price tag and carrying it to the counter. you thank the cashier, grabbing the bag and heading home.
robby's still at work when you get home, so you take the time to wrap the record, humming softly to yourself. once the record is wrapped, you leave it on the coffee table, and start to busy yourself by making dinner.
you're in the kitchen when you hear the door open, robby hanging his bag on the rack before toeing his shoes off. you set the timer for the oven and make your way to greet him, barely able to contain your excitement. "hey honey. whats got you so eager?" robby asks, hugging your large frame gently. you return his hug, squeezing him before pulling away, guiding him to the living room. "i got something for you while i was out today." he notices the wrapped box on the table and his brows furrow, pointing to it before looking at you. "s'that it?" he asks, sitting on the couch as you nod. you plop down next to him, handing him the box.
"y'know, my birthday isn't for a few months." he jokes, unwrapping the delicate paper gently. you roll your eyes as a laugh leaves your lips, and you study his face for his reaction. you watch as his eyes flit across the sleeve, reading the cover before his dark eyes meet yours. "honey," robby starts to get choked up, smiling at you. a grin takes over your face as he sets the record down, pulling you in for a soft kiss. "thank you. i love it." you watch as he stands up, heading towards the record player to play his new album.
"dance with me?" he asks, and you nod, joining him as he fiddles with the needle for a moment. his eyes meet yours and he holds you close to him as the soft sounds of in my life starts to fill the room. you smile as you close your eyes, feeling loved with robby.
two
the small crowd of people thrums to life as you wander aimlessly through the craft fair, looking for something to cheer robby up. the older man was currently laid up in bed with a stomach bug he had caught from work. you spot a small booth with little metal animals, and you smile, making your way over. you walk over and smile at the lawn decorations, noting the elderly womanâs craft and dedication in each piece. you slowly scan the table, and your eyes immediately lock onto a metal frog magnet. a goofy grin slaps itself onto your face and you pick it up.Â
âsâcuse me maâam, how much for this?â you ask trying to grab the older womanâs attention. she turns to look at you, smiling when she sees what piece you have.Â
âoh, thatâs one of my favorites. i named him âlennyâ.â she says, chuckling softly and you cant help but smile at her endearingly.
âwell, is lenny up for grabs? iâd love for him to live on my fridge.â you says, picking the magnet up, feeling the weight of it in your hands.
the lady studies you for a moment, before looking at the frog. she looks back up at you and smiles gently. âusually I sell my magnets at $10, but for you young man? iâll give him to you for $5.â
you let out a soft chuckle, âoh no maâam. i'll give you $10 for him.â you respond, pulling a $10 out of your wallet. you hand it to her and she gives you $5 in return. you laugh softly, and try to slide it back to her, but she shakes her head. âplease, i mean it. you look like youâll love him as much as i do.â you feel your heart warm and you send her a soft smile, âi will.â you say, placing your hand over the money. you give her a final smile and walk away. and if she finds the $5 bill underneath another magnet? well thats nobodyâs business but your own.
you arrive to your shared apartment, smiling to yourself as you send a wave to the ring camera. you try to sneak in quietly, kicking your shoes off and taking the magnet from your pocket, bringing it to robby in the bedroom.
âmikey? you awake?â you asks quietly, opening the door slightly. robby sets his book down, smiling sleepily. âhey you... how was the fair?â as soon as the words leave the tired manâs lips, you light up, digging in your jacket pocket, and making your way to the bed.
âi got you something!â you practically beam, thrusting your hand out in front of robby. you open your hand, showcasing the magnet. âhis name is lenny, and he now is to live on our fridge.â robby sits up in bed, taking lenny and looking at it.Â
âdid-did you name him lenny?â robby asks, sleep still laced in his voice. you smile softly and shake your head. âno, the kind lady who makes them did. but I saw him and it made me think of you, it can match the towel on the stove.â you grin, waiting for your boyfriend's reaction.
robby looks up at you, his lopsided smile practically illuminating the room. âhe does, thank you honey.â he turns and sets the magnet down on the nightstand. âiâll throw it-- him on the fridge when i get up. as for you?â he smiles, patting the bed gently. you just grin, moving to flop down next to him.
three
you hum to yourself softly as you peruse the shelves of spencerâs, searching for a gag gift. the pitt was having a get together for frank and his wife abby, who were currently expecting a third child. as your eyes flit from shelf to shelf, they stop as something catches their attention. a big white mug with silly writing sits on the shelf, almost beckoning you. you gasp softly and grab it from the shelf.Â
âoh my godâŠthis is perfect.â you say, wholeheartedly talking to yourself. once the mug is in your hand, you spin on your heel and march over to the checkout counter, completely forgetting whatever you had originally intended on buying as you take the bag from the cashier, thanking her and heading to robby's.Â
you smile to yourself as you make your way up the walkway, waving to robbyâs ring camera before walking in.Â
âohhh mikeyyyyy!â you practically yodel, kicking your shoes off. robby laughs from the other room, poking his head through the kitchen doorway. âyou look excitedâŠwhatâd you buy?â you grin, making your way to the kitchen. you set the small bag on the table and pull the mug out, presenting it to robby.
a small laugh escapes from robbyâs lips as he reads the mug. i â€ïž to fart. âuh honey? i donât think langdon is gonna like this.â he teases and your brows furrow. âitâs not for him? itâs for you!â you hold the mug out, waiting for robby to take it. he does, and then turns around to set it on the counter, smiling softly.Â
âthank you honey. i love it.â robby turns to face you, the your cheeks turning a light pink. âmâglad you like it.â you smile and robby speaks softly.Â
âyou still didnât get anything for the party though.â
âaw fuck.â
four
robby lays on a towel, eyes closed as he feels the afternoon heat grace his face. as he lays there, he can hear you trudge through the sand, making your way to your own towel. you lay down, maneuvering to lay your head on robby's soft stomach.
you both lay there together for a moment before you quietly speak up. âdo you ever wish jake still hung out with us?â you ask, picking at the skin around your fingernails before glancing up at robby.
he lets out a long sigh. âyeah, i miss him a lot. but i'm glad to see he's doing okay, even i canât see him in person. y'know?â he asks, receiving a soft hum in response. the next few minutes pass by in silence before you sit up suddenly.
âoh! i was digging around over by the dock,â you say, moving to sit on your knees, smiling at your boyfriend. âand i found something. it made me think of you.â you hold out your closed fist to him, watching as robby sits up, smiling softly.
robby holds his hand out in front of him, his palm flat. you practically glow as you set a smooth piece of brown, heart shaped sea glass in his hand. he studies it carefully, looking between you and the soft glass.
âit uh, it reminded me of your eyes.â you say, a small chuckle coming from your lips. âoh! and itâs shaped like a heart!â you grin, pointing at the small piece of glass in robbyâs hand.
âoh honey, i love it. thank you.â robby looks at you, warmth and love in his voice. he watches as you grin and lie back down, your head resting on robby's thick thigh. robby stares at the small treasure, pressing the smooth surface into his palm before sliding it into his pocket and leaning back on his elbows. he takes a deep breath, listening to the birds and the waves crashing on the sand, feeling at peace for the first time in a while.
five
the past few nights, you had been awoken by robby getting up in the middle of the night. when you asked about it, robby would just mention that work was getting stressful, but to not worry about him. if someone were to ask you? you'd say that the upcoming anniversary of adamson's death and pittfest was getting the better of him. the feeling of having to think about how his live-saving efforts just never seemed to be enough festering in his mind. after the fourth night, you waited until robby was back to sleep before sitting up and pulling out your phone, falling down a rabbit hole of research and online shopping.
two days later and you had forgotten about your deep dive through amazon until the mail comes. you bound over to the door, taking the package and bringing it to the bedroom. when you rip the package open, you see the small bag and pull it out. inside, a small band of worry beads. you admire them for a moment, the dark blue beads reminding you of robby's beers of the burgh hoodie, and you set it on his nightstand. you also leave a note and a small paper with instructions, smiling to yourself softly. once your âworkâ is done, you bring the packaging out to the kitchen and wait for robby to come home.
a few hours later, robby comes home from the store exhausted. he goes to the kitchen and drops the bags, sending you a tired smile. âwill you put these away? mâgonna go get changed then i'll start dinnerâ you smile and nod, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "take your time baby. i'll get dinner started." robby nods gratefully and leaves the room, practically stumbling to the bedroom.Â
he changes into sweatpants and peels his shirt off, tossing it in the hamper as the bag on his nightstand catches his eye. curiosity gets the better of him and he walks over, picking up the small note. âi know its not easy right now, but weâll get through it. i love you. xoxoâ robby sets the note down and grabs the paper, speaking softly to himself. âworry beadsâŠâ he sets the paper down and grabs one of his hoodies, sliding it on as he makes his way back to the kitchen. when he reaches the kitchen, robby's met with the sight of his boyfriend at the sink, rinsing the vegetables. he walks over, wrapping his arms around your torso, pressing a soft kiss into the crease of your neck and your shoulder. âthank you honey.â he murmurs gently. you hum softly in response, rubbing your wet thumb over robby's knuckles gently.
+ oneÂ
soft hums come from robby as he wanders down the aisle, a song you had played for him stuck in his head. he was on the hunt for a goose stuffed animal for langdon's daughter, the bird being her new favorite animal currently. his eyes scan the shelves, smiling when he sees it. robby grabs it and sets it down in his basket, deciding to look around for a bit. a soft smile graces his lips as he sees different animals, seeing some that reminded him of the people in his life. robby's eyes light up as he spots a small stuffed crow, grabbing it and setting it in the basket. with both stuffed animals in tow, robby finally heads to the checkout.
he comes home to see you sprawled out on the couch, chuckling to himself as he toes his shoes off. your ears practically perk up hearing robby's laugh, and you sit up, smiling.Â
âsit tight honey,â he orders, smiling at you. âi got something for you today.â he says before he brings the goose stuffed animal to his bedroom, setting it on his dresser before bringing the crow back out to the living room.Â
robby makes his way back out to where you are, being met with the sight of his boyfriend practically vibrating out of his skin. a soft laugh escapes robbyâs lips, rounding the couch and sitting with the crow tucked behind his back.
âcan I see? please mikey?â you practically beg, excitement rolling off of you like waves.Â
robby hums softly, turning to face you fully. âthereâs a story with it though.â you smile and nod, silently telling robby to share it.
âokay, so yâknow how crows bring gifts to humans they have a bond with right?â you nod, remembering looking into it after hearing a story of a patient's run in with one. âwell, you remind me of a crow. you bring me little gifts every so often, and i love them. these little things, theyâre like treasures to me. so, i got you this.â robby finishes, pulling the crow from behind his back and holding it out for you.
ânow I know itâs not much butââ robby is suddenly cut off by you lunging forwards, pulling him in for a tight hug. âi absolutely love it.â you mumble into his shoulder, squeezing your boyfriend tightly. you're the first to pull away, smiling with watery eyes. âi dunno why mâcrying but itâs really thoughtful. i love it.â you say, and robby wraps his arms around you, pulling you down on the couch. after a few moments of silence you giggle softly, looking at your new stuffed toy. âheâs so cute. i love him.â
âso? whatâre you gonna name him?â robby asks you later while the two of you brush your teeth. you spit your toothpaste out into the sink, rinsing out your mouth and sending a smile to robby through the mirror.Â
As much as I LOVE Trans!Whitaker and Trans!Santos, can we please start headcanoning other people as trans? Trans!Jesse, Trans!Abbot, Trans!Mohan, Trans!Javadi. Whenever Iâm in fandom spaces, itâs always the really angrily âmasculineâ quality women headcanoned as trans and the twinky femboys as trans. Letâs change this please and thanks.
Or, letâs just make everyone trans and gay. Itâs a world to be dominated by the alphabet mafiaâŠ
Because it doesnât always look like yoga, not in the way most people mean it. Thereâs no polished studio grace to it, no soft music, no murmured guidance. What Jack does is more reserved than that. Rougher, too.
He moves deliberately, his body bare and stripped of the worldâs expectations in the morning light. Every adapted pose, every measured breath, every hold that looks more like strength work than stillness was learned, earned. A ritual heâs carved out through patience and a peaceful stubbornness that belongs only to him.
It may not be graceful or symmetrical, but there is something beautiful in the way he knows himself here⊠how he remains honest in his skin and quietly devoted to his body.
. . .
Just know, I have major anxiety about posting this, so Iâm just ripping the band-aid off. [runs off and hides]
