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. ♥️♥️♥️
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.
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”
• 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
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?
Froggy, I have a very very very dumb question: I've rewatched season 2 of The Pitt like at least twice but I never really 100% understood what Jack meant when he hugged Robby and said "Don't make me look stupid". What did he mean by that? Why would he make Jack look stupid? Again, sorry if it's a really dumb question.
The thing about the format of The Pitt… we have to make a lot of inferences about these characters.
From the little bit we’ve seen, it’s clear that Jack and Dana are the people Robby trusts the most and they know him best. That’s why Dana is comfortable enough to really push back on him, and is really the one person in the department that can question the boss without any real possibility of consequences (not that Robby ever gives harsh punishments).
But that puts Jack in the position of being the person to defend him. Hence, why he’s the one Dana goes to when she knows someone needs to get to Robby before he leaves.
Being the boss, people are gonna talk shit and question Robby, that’s what employees do. So I bet Jack is the biggest Dr. Robby defender and on multiple occasions has justified his decisions to other members of staff. Including, any concerns raised about the “sabbatical.”
Jack has probably spent weeks telling people, including Dana, to trust Robby and let him take the time he needs, even if privately Jack is also worried about what Robby might do while he’s away. So “don’t make me look stupid,” is basically “don’t prove everyone right.”
I am thinking of you and your buddy a lot today ❤️🩹
To help get your mind off the pain of it I'd like to ask 33 about I'll be over you - which is my all time favorite fic ever btw and got me on the rabbot train like no other. Also maybe not just favorite line but fav period in their story? Fav to write also?
And 38 please!! I am hype for whatever is brewing in that beatiful brain if yours!
Take care of yourself 🤍
33. What’s your favorite line from I’ll Be Over You?
Maybe… when Jack says, “I’ll never love anyone but you.” I love the irony of it, but also there’s truth in it. He meant it with his whole heart when he said it, but you can’t predict the future.
Writing chapter 13 was great because it’s kinda the whole reason I started the fic. I wanted the angst of breaking up while in love. I also loved writing the end of chapter 20, Jack’s line gets brought back up, and the whole thing of Robby wishing he could go back in time, not to stop himself from breaking up with Jack, but to never meet him in the first place was also really fun to write.
38. Fic idea you’re most excited to get to?
The omegaverse Prince/Knight AU!! Once I’m done with I’ll Be Over You (I only have 2.5 chapters left to write!) I’m going to start on the ao3 version of my No Homo Rabbot series, but after that I’m doing the Prince/Knight AU and I’ve been looking forward to that for months :)
Yes! Extensively lol. You can find my outlining process here :)
20. What made you start writing?
In college, I majored in filmmaking, but I discovered I loved writing so much that I’d accidentally given myself a creative writing minor from all the elective classes I took. I used to write essays for fun, and I started writing fanfic after Squid Game s2 took over my brain :)
35. Favorite review you’ve gotten?
Any time someone says they get excited for updates from me! And on the rare occasion someone does a little “analysis” or appreciates a specific part of my writing it makes me extra happy :)
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