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Jack slams to a halt the second he sees him. It’s not possible. He’s snapped. He’s hallucinating. No matter what he thinks he’s seeing, there’s no way in hell a twenty-something Michael Robinavitch is standing in front of him.

The pup is damn near identical to the mate Jack never had. His alpha wants to grab him and drag him away, get on his knees and apologize for giving up on them so easily. He shouldn’t have let Robby end their courtship without a fight, but he was so heartbroken his brain wouldn’t work and his perfect omega was out the door before Jack could even begin to wonder what he’d done wrong.

“Dr. Abbot,” the department head says. Jack hadn’t even noticed her, all his attention was wrapped in the ghost standing in front of him. “This is Dr. Carter. He’s one of our MS4s.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jack rasps. He shakes the ghost’s hand, they’re softer than Robby’s ever were, but that warm smile is exactly like he remembers.

“Nice to meet you too,” Carter says. “You know, it’s funny, my—“ The doors of the ambulance bay spring open and shouting overwhelms whatever he says.

“I’m sorry?” Jack needs to sit down, but there’s never a chance here.

Carter waves him off. “Not important.” He heads off to the trauma and Jack follows foolishly behind.

Every time Carter is on Jack’s shift he spends the whole time staring at him, wondering if he actually is his Mikey’s pup. He must be, the odds of someone else having a pup that looks exactly like him down to the crinkle by his eyes when he smiles are slim to none. Jack imagines what Robby would look like now. Stunningly beautiful, he’s certain. Those lines Jack loved would be permanently etched on his face, and he bets his thin waist has fattened sweetly with age. Jack would give anything to have seen him pregnant.

When they were courting, Jack would curl behind Robby and rub his palm over his stomach, picturing how it would feel when it expanded to grow their pup. Now, he lays in bed alone between shifts and tries not to vomit at the thought of some other alpha getting that instead.

He does the math on Carter’s age and pinches the bridge of his nose to stop himself from crying. How soon after their courtship did Robby get pupped? Was there some other alpha waiting for him while Jack thought they were planning a life together? Or worse, had already taken Robby while he was still Jack’s?

Pathetic as it is, he can’t stop the tears. Fifty years old, spending his day off sobbing in bed over an omega that had forgotten about him when their lives were still intertwined.

As gruesome as it is to see Carter happily bouncing around the ED, Jack won’t deny that he appreciates the small distraction from his pity party. He often eavesdrops on Carter’s chatting in the hopes of hearing something definitive about his mother.

One day, he overhears Carter mention that his first name is John, which is salt in the wound, but it gives Jack enough to google him like a creep without risking his coworkers finding him digging into their student’s private life.

John Carter is an unfortunately popular name, but after an hour of searching, Jack finds an Instagram account under jcartera. Carter doesn’t post very much, but there is one photo that takes Jack’s breath away.

Michael Robinavitch, twenty-five years older than the last time Jack saw him, hugging his pup tightly as they celebrate Carter’s graduation. He’s even more gorgeous than Jack imagined. His eyes shine proudly, and his smile is just as hypnotic as Jack remembered.

He clicks the photo for a closer look, and takes it in like oxygen. His eyes dart to Robby’s neck; he can’t see a bite. What idiot wouldn’t mate Robby?

Jack scrolls to the next photo and it’s as if a knife is driven into his heart. Robby looks almost exactly how Jack remembers him, the only difference is the bit of weight remaining around his jawline, and baby Carter snug against his chest.

A heavy weight slams into Jack. He wishes so badly he could’ve been the alpha that gave Robby that smile; that they could’ve had a pup and treasured them together.

Or even Carter. He’s such a wonderful young man, Jack would’ve been happy to claim him regardless of who his actual father was. He was always so weak for Robby; Jack would’ve raised any pup of his if for nothing else than to keep his dream omega in his life.

Jack goes back to the graduation photo. There’s an account tagged on Robby’s shoulder, m.robby; Jack gnaws his bottom lip and considers if this is a bridge to far, but figures he’s already past inappropriate.

Robby’s account is even emptier than Carter’s. He’s posted the same graduation picture, and a photo of a sunset with no caption. Jack sighs and goes back to Carter’s account. He stares at the two photos and imagines a whole different life.

He sees that life every time Carter’s name is mentioned for the next month. The first break he gets from the taunting fantasy comes after hours of working on the victims of a six car pile up.

Jack is taking his first real breath since the trauma was called in, sitting alone on a bench outside the ambulance bay, when Carter comes out, cheeks red and hair sticking to his forehead.

“Oh, hi, Dr. Abbot,” he smiles. Jack wonders if Carter got his ability to bounce back from his father because Robby had a nasty habit of taking every lost patient to heart.

“Hey, Carter. How you holding up?”

“Been better.” He takes the spot next to Jack. “I’m really glad that girl pulled through. She had me scared.”

“You and me both.”

Carter hums. “Maybe it’s an Abbot thing.”

Jack’s eyebrows furrow.

“I’m making a joke,” Carter laughs. “Because we have the same last name.”

All the air evaporates from Jack’s lungs. “What?”

“Just, because we were thinking the same thing and both our last names are Abbot.” Carter shrugs. “It’s stupid. There’s a reason I’m a doctor and not a comedian.”

Jack blinks, hard and heavy. “I thought your last name was Carter.”

He shakes his head. “No, Carter’s my middle name. I went by it in school, and when I continued for this rotation to avoid confusion after I found out there was already a Dr. Abbot.” He frowns. Good God, he is the absolute spit of Robby. “I thought you knew.”

“No,” Jack says, breathless.

“I told you on my first day.”

Jack’s head is spinning. “I’d definitely remember that if you did.”

Carter, Abbot, John Carter Abbot, looks at him strangely before brightening. “Oh, yeah! The trauma came in and I forgot. Huh. Doesn’t matter, I guess.”

It does matter. It matters more than anything in the world. “Your name is John Abbot,” Jack says stupidly.

“Yeah?”

“My name is John Abbot.”

Carter’s frown returns. “But… I swear I’ve heard the other attendings call you Jack?”

“That— yeah. That’s the name I’ve gone by since childhood,” he laughs shallowly. He could wake up in a padded cell at any moment. “I’m named after my uncle, so I got called Jack to avoid confusion.”

“Oh.” Carter stares at his feet. “I’m named after my dad…”

Jack grabs the back of the bench to avoid giving himself a concussion when he inevitably passes out.

Carter at him with wide, somewhat frightened, eyes. “Do you… um, did you know a Michael Robinavitch?”

“Yes,” Jack whispers. His grip on the bench tightens.

All the color in Carter’s face drains. “How well?”

“Extremely.”

A far away glaze covers Carter’s eyes, he looks as dizzy as Jack feels. “Jesus Christ.”

[mjpens]

I've had this composition in my head for ages to show Jack's probable ptsd.

[sammy-bryant]

SHAWN HATOSY as EDDIE HICKS Down to You (2000)

[sammy-bryant]

SHAWN HATOSY as EDDIE HICKS Down to You (2000)

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alpha!jack who never gifts omega!robby anything that hasn’t been heavily scented first.

he learnt his lesson the first time when his mate refused a gifted vintage jacket jack had found that was perfect for robby (the deep brown leather matched robby’s eyes exactly, it was practically made for the man). jack grumpily accepted the jacket back and tried his luck again after he had carried it around for a few days. robby lived in the thing until the scent wore off and then he shoved it back into his alphas arms.

jack will wear the clothes he buys for robby before handing them over, always overjoyed at his omegas happy purrs as he rubs his face into the item, eventually sneaking away to add it to their nest to really let the scent of the two of them sink in.

however no matter how much jack dotes on his omega and spoils him with gifts and clothes he will always limp into their den exhausted at the end of a night shift to the sight of his omega curled up in their nest wearing exclusively jacks clothes.

[jackoff-alltrad3s]

Need someone else on my level rn -- John Carter as Holland March, Pope Cody as Jack Healy

I'm so sick

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Y’all if it ain’t one thing…

[classic-cevans]

Jack never admitted how much he loved watching Michael Robinavitch's movies but anytime the young man is on screen he lost his mind.

While all his baseball teammates were drooling over pamela anderson or Uma Thurman he wanted Michael "Robby" Robinavitch.

He keeps it a secret for him and him only

And if his fascination with the actor gets him into acting himself — well that's a him thing.

He certainly never expects to get a small part in a movie with him.

Or to go to a wrap party

Or for Robby to offer him a drink which leads to another and another

Or for the of them to end up in a bathroom stall, Robby on his knees, his mouth hot and wet around Jack who will never be the same again

And if Jack stupidly gives Robby his number its simply because networking is apart of the gig

And if Robby never calls — well it was just a drunken hook up.

Jack gets over it. He moves on.

Twenty years later Jack is asked to do an actors on actors interview.

Except the interview is with none other than Michael Robinavitch

Will a night twenty years ago in a bathroom became something more?

What is this? A slow burn romcom?

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Oh Froggy, if "I'll Be Over You" is your magnum opus, then I sure as hell think your No Homo Universe is your chef-d'œuvre *chef's kiss* I have fallen absolutely in love with it since day one. And as a queer who's still scared of their parents finding out, the latest angst chapter really got to me (But in a weirdly good way! I loved every word of it!). Thank you for always blessing us with this universe <3

Thank you so much!! I’m sorry you’re scared; there isn’t really anything to say in situations like that, but know your existence is an act of bravery in itself. ♥️♥️♥️

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Uhh soooo in my mind this takes place in the No Homo AU but like 10 years after those ficlets. That said, there’s basically no connection so don’t worry about reading those.

TW: use of the f slur

The warm sun is the best alarm clock Jack could ask for. Morning’s like this, lazy and easy with Robby snoring light and easy on his chest, are rare and cherished. Jack buries his nose in Robby’s soft hair and takes in the fading scent of his shampoo.

He wishes they could stay this way forever; curled around each other in the safety of their home. It’s not often their days off align, between Robby’s residency and Jack starting active duty, sometimes it’s like living with a ghost rather than his college sweetheart.

Robby stretches with a low groan and looks up at Jack with sleepy eyes. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Jack says. He kisses between Robby’s eyebrows. “What plans do you have for today?”

Robby hums and kisses the underside of Jack’s jaw. “Nothing yet, but I bet I can think of something.”

They make love slowly, under the covers in missionary, the exact way Jack was told sex was supposed to be. Though, he doubts his high school gym teacher thought he’d be using those half baked, celibacy-forward, lessons as an excuse to kiss his boyfriend all the way to orgasm.

After all these years, Jack still can’t get enough of Robby’s pretty blush. He kisses down his chest, appreciating every inch of glowing pink skin as Robby tries to catch his breath. “We should shower,” Jack mutters against his chest.

Robby groans. “Too tired.”

“You’re gonna regret it.”

“I’ll go after you,” Robby says. He rolls onto his stomach and tugs Jack’s pillow into his arms. Thankfully, he’s cute enough that Jack doesn’t mind the extra laundry.

“You don’t want to join me?”

Robby waves a lazy hand. “We’ll go again later.”

Jack smiles and kisses his cheek. “Looking forward to it.”

When Jack gets out the shower, Robby has fallen peacefully back into sleep. He’s so beautiful with the light shining off his naked back, that Jack can't resist kissing him again before heading to the kitchen. He’s halfway through his first cup of coffee when a familiar truck swings into the driveway.

Jack’s heart sinks. Through the window he watches his mother’s fried blonde hair and his father’s beer gut approach despite his desperate wishes that he was hallucinating.

Before they can knock, Jack rips open the door and forces a smile. “Mom. Dad. Hi.”

“Oh, my boy,” his mother coos. She kisses his cheek, leaving behind a sticky mark, and pushes past him into the house.

His father shakes his hand, and before Jack can get another word out, says, “When you got stationed in Beaufort, we expected you to make more of an effort to see your family.”

Jack’s moth goes dry. “Sorry, sir. It’s been busy on base. I was hoping to get out there soon.”

His father grunts unhappily, but his mother pats his arm. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We know there’s a lot going on.”

“Whose car is that?”

“Wha— uh, excuse me? Sir?”

“There’s two cars in the driveway,” his father huffs. “Don’t tell me you need two.”

“Uh, no, sir.” Jack’s heart thuds under his ribs. “It’s… Robby’s.”

His father frowns. “Robby? Your old roommate?”

“Yes, sir. He’s working in a hospital not far from here, so he came to visit.”

“That’s nice,” his mother says from the kitchen. She’s already digging through his cabinets, taking stock. “I was worried about you being lonely.”

“No, ma’am. I’m alright.”

“Where is he?” His father asks. Jack gapes stupidly, unsure what to say. His father’s frown deepens. “Your buddy came to visit at nine in the morning and you don’t know where he is?”

“No, I do. He—“ the old pipes begin to sing through the walls, “he’s showering.”

“Here?”

“The water at his apartment is out,” Jack lies. “He came here to shower and do some laundry.”

His father nods slowly and shuffles to the living room to do his own investigating. Neither of his parents have taken their shoes off, Jack clenches his jaw thinking of what Robby will say.

“I— uh, I’ll be right back.”

Jack bolts to the bedroom and heaves behind the door. His vision has spots from the stress. On shakey legs, he forces his way into the bathroom.

“Robby,” he rasps.

“Yeah?” Jack shushes him instinctually. Robby pokes his head from behind the curtain. “What’s up?” He whispers.

“My parents are here.” Jack’s hands tremble. “They think your apartment’s water crapped out and that’s why you’re here.”

Robby’s jaw drops. The few times he’s met Jack’s family have been short and unpleasant. “I’ll leave.”

Guilt gnaws at Jack’s stomach. “No, this is your home too.”

“Jack, it’s not worth it. I’ll go to the store or something.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, just get back out there before one of them says something.”

Jack obeys and hopes he hasn’t been gone for too long. When he renters the main room, his father is holding a book.

“This yours?”

The blood escapes Jack’s face. His father knows damn well he doesn’t read things like Jane Eyre in his free time. He’s barely forced his lips apart when his father continues.

“I expect this is also Robby’s.”

“Yes, sir,” Jack says.

“He brought a book to shower?” He picks a frame up from the mantel. “And a photo of him and his… grandmother?”

Jack’s throat is filled with cotton. “Robby is living here when I get deployed. Save on rent, and I won’t have to worry about this place.”

“Deployed?” His mother whizzes around the corner. “You never said.”

“When did you get your orders?” His father demands. “Where are you going? When do you leave?”

“I, well, I haven’t gotten them yet,” Jack stutters. “But it’s only a matter of time. They’re feeding us good on base so…” He laughs lightly. “Everyone knows what that means.”

“Oh, my brave boy,” his mother coos. “You call the second you get those orders. I don’t want to miss a minute with you.”

“Yes, ma’am. Of course.”

She wanders off back to the office, and Jack prays she doesn’t rifle through the filing cabinet with his and Robby’s tax forms inside.

His father sets Robby’s photo back on the mantle with a bang. Jack stands at attention and tries to quell the queasiness in his stomach.

“Does this country allow gay service members?” His father’s eyes bore into him. “Did I miss that in the paper?”

“No, sir,” Jack chokes. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second to gather himself. “Technically, gay people can serve, but nobody can know that they’re… um…”

His father isn’t any taller, but he manages to loom over Jack. He looks Jack up and down, mouth twisted. “Are you a faggot, Jack?”

Through a sandpaper throat, Jack croaks, “No, sir.”

“Did I raise a faggot?”

“No, sir.”

“Did I raise a liar?”

“No, sir.” Jack’s jaw quivers.

His father backs away, but only slightly. His heavy squint remains firmly on Jack, seeping to his bones. “Do you have a girlfriend?” Jack’s teeth won’t unclench for him to answer. His father shakes his head. “Of course not.”

“I— we’re busy,” Jack says. “The base— I haven’t had time.”

“You didn’t have time in college either,” his father scoffs. “Jacob always had time. I don’t think he’s been more than a week without a woman since high school.”

“I just—“

Right then, the door creeks behind them. Robby steps out meekly. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says. “I was just heading out.”

“Don’t bother,” Jack’s father says. He looks Robby up and down. He’s never liked him, said he was too ‘soft.’

“Oh, no,” Robby insists. “I have to get something back at my apartment—“

“Where is your apartment?”

Robby gapes for no more than a second, but it’s a second too long. “A few miles from here.”

“Right.” Jack’s father rolls his eyes. He takes a few steps to the hall and throws the guest bathroom door open. “Why didn’t you use this shower?”

Neither of them have an excuse. Robby looks at Jack for help, but he’s shaking like a leaf. He hates it. He hates feeling weak, especially in front of Robby. Jack has spent many nights kissing promises of love, devotion, and protection into Robby’s skin, and now when the time comes he can’t defend him against his own father.

Cruel, pale eyes glare at Jack. “If you’re not shipped out by Christmas,” he seethes. “Make other plans. I don’t want you in my house like this.”

Jack’s voice cracks pathetically. “Yes, sir.”

His father forces his mother out, making some flimsy excuses about some promise to help one of their friends load his truck for something or other that he forgot about and leaves without sparing either of them another look. The door slams and shakes the walls of the house.

“Jack,” Robby whispers. He reaches for him, but the truck hasn’t pulled out of the driveway yet. They aren’t safe yet, this house may never be safe again. Jack yanks himself out of reach and rushes to the kitchen. He downs the cold last half of his coffee and hunches over the sink. After what feels like an eternity, a gentle hand weaves its way over his spine and lands between his shoulder blades beneath his shirt.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Robby says. “I think you handled that well, all things considered.”

Jack laughs, but it isn’t funny. “I shouldn’t have tried to hide you.”

“Jack, come on. I wouldn’t expect you to come out on a whim.”

“I should’ve stood up to him.”

Robby hooks his chin over Jack’s shoulder and massages along his ribs. “What if he called someone? What if he did something to try and get you discharged?”

“He still might.”

“Do you really think that?”

Jack taps the edge of the sink. “No. He’d be too embarrassed to tell everyone why I’m not in anymore.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Robby kisses the back of his neck.

Jack blinks back tears. He can’t let Robby down anymore than he already has. “S’fine.”

Another kiss. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“It is.” Jack swallows. “Sorry for ruining our day.” The tears return.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Robby says. “It’s not even noon. We can take a nap and start all over.”

With a weak nod, Jack lets Robby take his hand and guide him to their bedroom. It’s not enough, but it’ll have to do.

[bbballpython]

Somethin a wee spicy 👀👀🔥

Dear Noah Wyle let my man jack his hubby off (pun intended 😏😏

(Ey. Why ya’ll looking 🤨🤨 )

(Its ok I am too 💞💞💞💞)

[dyllonatorrex-arts]

rabbot rabbits

(for @jackabbotsdog )

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med school rabbot drinking and flirting leads to play fighting which leads to robby layed out on the floor and jack doing pushups over him.

robby can’t find a spot to settle his eyes, jacks neck tensed with effort, the two drops of sweat heading towards his collarbone, his thick biceps caging in his head. robby is in sweaty man heaven.

now from here we either get robby goading him, “Brother you didn’t even go all the way up on that one,” “cmonnnn jackie you aren’t getting tired yet are you? use those muscles, what else are they good for?”

or jack torturing robby, inching himself lower and lower until he’s hovering just above robby’s face, “no words now eh pretty boy? bit of muscle in your face and you are belly up.” “should have expected it from you”

anyway then they frot.

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Things of note in The Pirates of Silicon Valley

• The fake facial hair prosthetics are… well… I’m going to give them a pass because it’s a made for TV movie from 1999

• The scene of Noah riding a bike on an empty road with a heavy rock song in the background peak cinema

• “WHAT!”

• I personally love corny scenes of people getting high, so the swirly neon bullshit of Noah spinning in an empty room/field was fun for me

• If you are a Noah Wyle fan with a foot fetish this is the movie for you (I felt harassed by his feet and omfg his legs are hairy as all get out)

• A man in his forties gets bullied for being a virgin despite being married for 20+ years (this happens while Noah has his feet out)

• I like the longer hair, but there are times where it really emphasizes Noah’s hairline and he somehow looks like he has less hair than he does in The Pitt even though that is objectively not true

• The moment with him and Lisa, when she gives him the flower, is really cute

• The ending of the movie is a little rushed, and it feels incomplete, some of that is probably because we know the entirety of Steve Jobs’ life now. But also because instead of showing Steve get fired from Apple, which is what the movie seems to be building toward, they tell us through text. Which is a shame, I think Noah would’ve acted the hell out of that.

Bonus: the DVD features an introduction from Noah, and a trailer for the first Librarian movie

[lancey-lance-963]

Ok and what if I once again bring up Omega!Robby going through twink death and thinking that Jack isn't going to want him once he comes back from the military. What if I brought up Robby desperately trying hair treatments to make it look soft and fluffy again, shaving his beard, trying every diet pill under the sun for that stubborn weight around his middle that just won't go away?

What if I brought up Alpha!Jack who's so embarrassed to meet Robby for the first time in ages. What kind of alpha can protect and provide for their mate missing a leg? What if I brought up the dread in the pits of their stomachs that doesn't go away after the reassurances when they reunite?

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Let’s get this party started

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because i cannot help myself… camboy carter has a sequel. posting on ao3 because the formatting and linking here exhausted me lol

read it here!