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He didn’t chose to stand on the front lines and fight for being treated like he was a fucking person. No, he was dragged there by the media, by his fans, by the weight of a whole community, by Kevin who wanted him to be so much more than what he thought he could, and, now, he doesn’t really have a choice and he is goddamn tired of being told he is brave.
One afternoon, a bbq, and some realizations.
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This is how to be a man, his dad had told Will more than a decade ago and spoke nothing of love like love is not a necessity, like real men don't love. That night, as the world heaves around them, he tells Kevin he loves him even though he has never learned how to and thinks his dad knows nothing about being a man.
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Fear looks like this, too, he thinks as he presses his lips to the stretch of skin below his cheek and settles further into the crook of Drew’s body. He doesn’t know when he became terrified of Drew or, maybe, not Drew but what he represents and that scares him more than anything else. It’s there, though, this fear bubbling just under his skin, burning and uncomfortable. How can I love you when I don’t know how to love myself, he thinks as Drew drops his hand to his back and strokes long and slow.
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- Part 2 of The Sound Of It
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Don't Leave Our Hyper Heart Alone on the Water by those_sibilants
Fandoms: The Night Shift (TV 2014)
16 Sep 2014
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This is how I want to love, he thinks, bright and fast and deliberate.
Or, the one where Rick and Drew head to the beach.
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- Part 1 of The Sound Of It
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It is the morning after he left the glass tower crumpled with the thick and strange and fuzzy aftermath packed between his ribs.
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This is how I want to love: bright and fast and deliberate.
This is a series of moments, of events. A composite of love and pain. A composition for life.
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'He feels more controlled, more open, more willing to engage, less likely to snap internally if he hears Gloria bellow his name across a frantic ED, less likely to need to grab the back of his neck and writhe his own f****** head off.
Surely these are positive steps in the right direction. Forward motion. Out of the tunnel and into the light. That sort of thing.'
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Robby returns from his sabbatical on a wet October evening. He can't insist to Jack he's fine any more but he can try an alternative approach.
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10 Jul 2026
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“I can’t be a single parent,” Jack mumbles, almost quiet enough that if Robby wasn’t hypervigilant, it would have been lost in the sound of the elevator moving.
“You’re not alone, Jack. You got Grace.” He replies. And then, quietly, because he isn’t sure he wants this last part to be heard, he says, “You have me.”
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after jack's wife passed away rather abruptly, robby steps in to help jack with his daughter. regardless of his own feelings eating him aliveBookmarked by those_sibilants
09 Jul 2026
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05 Jul 2026
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The trick to Jack Abbot's coffee was that there wasn't one, and Robby had learned it anyway.
At a quarter to six Robby was at the counter, hair still wet, scrub top inside-out, half-assembled for the day shift, when Jack wandered in. He had no business being awake—it was his night off—but years of working nights had worn the ordinary hours smooth in him, and he'd never quite managed to sleep through Robby's side of the bed going cold. So he got up, the way he always did the mornings he was home, to stand in the kitchen and see the man off. His coffee was waiting on the counter—black, scalding, two sugars he'd deny to his grave that he took. Robby had made it, the way Robby made it every morning Jack was home to drink it: the one with somewhere to be looking after the one without. Jack picked it up without breaking stride, the way you'd pick up your own hand. He didn't say thank you. Thank you was for strangers. He bumped his shoulder into Robby's on the way to the window and that was the whole sentence, subject and verb and object: you, here, this.
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The one where Robby finds out that Jack has been receiving mail addressed to his late wife and decides to do something about it.Bookmarked by those_sibilants
03 Jul 2026
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