late night afterwork kingdon where they’re sat on the floor, mel sat between franks with his head rested on her shoulder guiding her through the absolute MAZE that is resident evil 1 because frank had spent so much time helping find her interests and doing them with her that she wants to get into his aswell
does anyone else see the vision or should i see myself out?
I don't really watch cast interviews but I love this clip because it shows how it actually works. noah wyle is not calling the shots. he sat in a writers room, as a fucking writer, pitching his idea to a group of people that were agreeing— only to look to scott gemmill, who denied it. that's how it fucking works. the entire writers room has input and influence (don't even get me started on people discrediting the amazing team they have) but scott can choose whatever he wants in the end. you can draw your own conclusions with that, but at the end of the day, that is what's going on.
When the apocalypse happens and the gamers can call each other out like imagine your group comes across another group and you see some fucker holding a lead pipe with a gas mask and shivs in their back pocket. You'll be like, "TLOU fan?" and they just nod like of course. Then you see some other fucker in a leather jacket holding a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it like, "Walking Dead fan?" and they just shrug like obvs yeah. Then you see some other guy with a biker vest and motorbike that's seen better days like, "Daryl Dixon fan?" but they're all like nah bitch, Deacon St John. And you're all like I hear ya man. I hear ya.
The idea of Robby and Abbot being lovers way way back when they were younger but Robby broke it off because he wanted to have children in the future, only to end up never becoming either a father or a husband.
i really love the way jack and robby worry about each other, because the way they both express it is so completely in character for both of them and manages to build so much history between them with very little exposition.
jack seems to understand how far is too far with robby intrinsically, that if he wants to get past robby's own stubbornness he needs to tread lightly. jack doesn't push with robby until he has to, until there is no choice, until robby has forced his hand and he's out on the ledge a little too close to the edge. before that it's soft, non-confrontational offers of implied care, not 'don't go' but 'go, but call me if it gets dark', it's watching him to figure out where his heads at and knowing when to tell him to take a break or to keep him busy, it's checking on him but never directly, it's sticking close and keeping him level. until all of that fails. the direct confrontation is always plan c, the break-glass-in-case-of-emergencies option, the one that always feels a little off-kilter because jack's never really ready for it, but once he's there it's direct in your face rambling mixed metaphors about bees and the beauty of life, it's eye contact and physical touch and telling robby to his face that he is good and cared for and that nothing his head is telling him is true, that he didn't break and even if he did it doesn't matter, that the hospital needs him, that he needs to come back.
meanwhile robby never worries about jack out loud and certainly never to his face. he holds the worry close to his chest, and he just tries to fix it. he talks jack off the ledge but he doesn't face the why head on. instead he's passive aggressive about his worry, joking about nightmares and suicidal tendencies and oh so casually patting jack's bullet wound (that jack didn't tell him about, mind you). it's not till he's frustrated with jack, till he's cornered and his emotions have no where to go but out, that it spills out of him and then suddenly all the things he's tucked away are out in the open. he can't help it, because it's always been there, and yeah jack, getting shot at by choice is fucked up, and yeah jack, you are also working yourself to death and i've noticed these things about you too okay? robby is so quick to volley back, it's almost instant and sure, part of it is robby being an asshole to get jack to leave it alone, but it's also so close to the surface robby doesn't have to reach for them. kind of a "you're a hypocrite, because i'm worried about you too but you don't see me bugging you about it".
it is just so clear they know each other well enough to anticipate each other and have such clearcut ways they handle one another. dana tells robby that abbot had a rough shift is getting air, robby knows he's on the roof and goes to get him. dana tells jack robby isn't doing well, so he watches robby like an apex predator to confirm it with his own eyes, and after he knows, jack tries to ground him in the work by pulling him into cases he thinks will show robby how essential he is.
their dynamic is just so endlessly fascinating because there is just so much lurking beneath the surface and every crumb we get just makes me more and more curious about their history 👀
don't even get me started on the emergency contact of it all, oh man
so i try not to write rabbot based on their other roles...but shawn hatosy playing a chef on quinn has captivated me and 🎀 anon, who came up with the idea of jack being robby's private chef.
robby is the depressed, overworked (rich, he's single and no kids) attending we all know and love, and jack is his ripped, buff, flirty, smiley, slightly sleazy, amazing chef. robby never has to worry about food again, and jack is so good at his job.
eventually, robby asks him to make double portions and eat with him- robby is so lonely, after all. and jack is always flirting with him; it's a little disconcerting. the way his shirts are getting tighter, his aprons shorter, his cologne more delicious than ever.
robby stares at his arms while jack is cooking and yapping, robby thinking only that his dinner is already laid out before him, and he wants desperately to sink his teeth into those biceps.
when jack starts wearing kiss the cook aprons, robby doesn't know what to do, he's so attracted to his chef, but he doesn't want to take advantage of someone he's paying, no matter that they have lovely conversations over candlelit dinners, no matter that jack is always accommodating and flirty and gorgeous. he must act like that only because robby's paying him, right? or perhaps that's just his personality.
then, one evening when robby comes home, jack has dinner ready. he's all grin as usual, wearing that kiss the cook apron and his tight white tshirt, purring that he has something special cooked up for robby tonight, he wants him to enjoy.
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robby eats ravenously, and it's delicious as always, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. except for the way jack is watching him, observing him like an animal, smiling to himself like he's in on some secret.
and while robby is watching him clean up, because jack always insists, for how well robby tips him- and robby is hit by a wave of desperation. arousal. his cock aching and hard in moments, gripping the edge of the counter to steady himself as he gets breathless and needy. he's staring at jack's ass, listening to him hum; is he swaying his hips? fuck, fuck, robby thought he had better control over himself than this. his crush was never supposed to get like this.
jack comes over to him with a glass of water, murmuring, "you alright, there, handsome? you look a little flushed." he puts the back of his hand to robby's forehead, all close, smelling so good and his eyes dark with lust and need--
and robby snaps.
he grabs jack and bends him over the kitchen island, whimpering, "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i don't know what this is, i can't control it--" so full of shame as he hides in the back of jack's neck, rutting against him through their clothes, so fucking close to coming in his pants.
and fuck, he always comes so much, a flood, and he never wanted jack to find out this way if he ever found out at all.
while robby's drowning in his guilt, jack is grinning to himself, because he got exactly what he wanted. he's exactly where he wanted to be all this time.
when robby refused to make a move, to do anything with the numerous signs he was throwing, he had to resort to greater measures: drugging robby's food with sex drugs. make him desperate, make him come in his pants, finally get to feel the hard, thick, huge outline of the cock jack's been lusting after. when robby comes in his pants with a loud, pathetic whine, jack moans in surprise from how much he can feel, even through clothes. "christ, handsome," he breathes. "that was good."
only fitting that the first time robby took him would be over the kitchen counter. if jack gets his way from now on, delicious food won't be the only thing he's filling robby's mouth with.
(this is what we think robby's kitchen looks like in this au)
Just me baffled by how the fandom saw robby with baby jane doe and just decided yup he needs to adopt her like I’m sorry but babies aren’t a magic fix or band aid for problems and that man has PROBLEMS.
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