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Jack hummed, as his attention drifted back to the little gaggle of amateur ballroom dancers and their instructor. A warm smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched Robby coach, a little adjustment here, some gentle encouragement there, a prod to a certain intern’s sense of pride and competition to keep up momentum every now and then. Just Robby in his element, teaching, laughing, unburdened for one fleeting moment.
A quiet laugh beside him drew his attention away from the scene.
“So this is what Jack Abbot looks like when he’s in love?” Dana drawled, nudging Jack’s arm teasingly when he turned back to look at her. “I’ve always wondered.”
“You’re not going to get as good a reaction out of me as you do Robby, you know?” he retorted, smirking gamely back at her.
(Or, Whitaker needs to learn how to waltz, Robby has a particular set of skills, and Dana and Jack have a heart to heart)
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They aren’t his family, not in the traditional sense. But the idea that they might be, that they could be, unsettles him more than he wants to admit. It’s the same quiet dread that hit him when Collins said he had helped raise Amy. He doesn’t know why exactly. Maybe because imagining them as a family implies imagining him and Jack as something. And that’s just absurd, right?
Or: Robby has been a quiet constant in the lives of Abbot and his daughter, filling a space that was never clearly named. As they drift into their fifties, he begins to recognize that his feelings for Jack may have deepened into something real and perhaps impossible. Now he’s left wondering if this almost-family could ever truly be his.
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Bookmarked by Imeávriel (Imeavriel)
25 Jan 2026
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Oh my goddddddddd this is toooo pure!!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭
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Jack's first Fourth of July after being honourably discharged didn't go well, but over the years, as he went to therapy and handled his PTSD, he began to love the holiday. It was his day to blow shit up and cook lots of meat. However, this year, he's put on the schedule to work at the ER and everyone tries to make him feel better. Except for Robby. Robby's just having fun watching Jack get more and more confused.
Bookmarked by Imeávriel (Imeavriel)
24 Jan 2026
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Hilarious and surprisingly wholesome XD I love this interpretation of Jack and the 4th lmao
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“What are you doing here, Jack?”
Leaning against the hood of Robby’s black sedan dressed in casual clothing and a pair of aviator sunglasses, Jack just smiles, wide and insincere in the way he gets when he's about to be a real asshole. “Going on a trip,” Jack says.
“I don't think so.”
“That's cute,” Jack says. “And denial’s not just a river in Egypt.”
“I'm going on a trip. You're going home, or wherever it is you go after shift.”
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“I brought the oranges, coach.” Robby is wearing his mirror sunglasses that make him look cool, dangerous, and like he is trying a little too hard for a guy his age. Jack loves it.
He pats Jack on the shoulder and steps around to set up his lawn chair. He likes to sit a little off the sideline to have a good view of the whole field. He also likes to have a good view of his husband’s ass as he strides up and down the pitch. The weather is warming as Pittsburgh thaws into spring, and Jack unearthed athletic shorts from the back of the closet. It’s Robby’s favorite time of year.
Jack coaches his niece's peewee soccer team, the Jackalopes.