Bitch, I might be

Bonus (cuz I came across the manip in my gallery while making this):

Brat Robby idea:

They’re on shit together for the first time in a while, a swing shift from hell, really.

Robby is tired, being awake past when he usually went to bed starting to get to him. He was making it everyone else’s problem without realising how snappy and sarcastic he had gotten.

Jack had noticed, of course. He steered the other man away from the other residents, make him take breaks, brought him coffee. He hadn’t even got a ‘thank you’ in response to that.

Michael was half way through yelling at a med student, Ogilvie to be exact, when Jack stepped in.

“What’s the problem?” He pointedly did not ask Robby, rather wanting to hear from the ms4 himself.

He saw Michael go to answer for him out of the corner of his eye, “ah ah ah,” he tsked, giving him a look that shut him up and formed a blush along his cheeks.

Ogilvie explained what had happened, leaving Jack unimpressed and almost wishing he had let his husband continue to rip him a new one. But they had rules for a reason.

Robby knew better than to interrupt when the two were speaking, he waited his turn, and once Ogilvie was done, he turned to Jack.

“I’ll get to you in a minute.” Jack’s tone was clipped. To anyone else, it would seem as though he was pissed off at the chief attending. Michael knew better than that. Jack was planning.

Jack finished explaining everything to the ms4 before sending him on his way with strict instructions to shadow one of the residents only. Robby wasn’t paying attention to anything until Jack clasped a hand on his shoulder.

“Go to the break room, get one of your protein bars from my bag. I will be there in 5 minutes.” He practically growled out.

Michael went to protest, probably something about patients and needing to be on the floor. Jack looked at him, straight in the eyes, and bit out a low “Now.”

Robby did what he was told, grabbed the protein bar and ate it slowly as he waited in the break room for the other man.

“Oh, so you can listen,” Jack mocked as he closed the door behind him. “You, have been a brat today. I know you’re tired, and I know Ogilvie can be.. difficult, but you know better,”

“It’s not my fault everyone’s getting on my nerves,” Robby shit back without thinking.

Jack scruffed him by the nape of his neck, forcing him to look at him, to pay attention. “You. Know. Better.”

Michael’s eyes glazed over as he nodded, leaning into the grounding hold, a breath he didn’t realise he was holding leaving his lips in a soft sigh.

“Is this what you needed, Mikey?” Jack cooed, loosening his hold to scratch at the hair on the back of his head, know how it made the other man melt. “You’re meant to tell me if things are feeling like too much,”

“‘M sorry,” Robby sighed, unable to keep the eye contact. “No one else could cover the shift, I just, I don’t know, I’m sorry,”

“I know you are, sweetheart,” Jack hummed, pulling him into a hug, Robby’s arms wrapping around his waist as his head rested just below his sternum. “You’re still going to get a punishment when we get home.”

“Yeah,” Michael breathed out, eyes fluttering closed. “Thank you, sir.”

yeah, I don't know if I want be here anymore

"Can you perform under pressure?" "No, but I can try Bohemian Rhapsody"

And like there was no permanent cast, all these celebrities seem to have gotten a scene or part of a scene to do (i’m not sure exactly, I did not ever watch Quibi and thus haven’t seen this yet), and then they just… recreated it as best they could. At home. Under quarantine.

So like, you had Jennifer Garner in a blanket cape playing Princess Buttercup AND the Booing Old Woman with a crowd comprised entirely of stuffed animals:

Or Taika Waititi paying Westley off a badly-drawn Inigo on a piece of cardboard held in front of someone’s face:

And it’s all just delightful.

But my absolute favorite part of this thing that I’ve sadly never seen but assume is probably absolutely hilarious and a treasure and I want to find it some day and watch the whole thing… is that Carey Elwes is in it.

As Prince Fucking Humperdink.

Here ya go

robby will blush fire engine red, which is exactly why jack does it, to see the awe on his face, to hear the choked off little gasp. the way his lips will part and his eyes will rove over jack's bare chest like he's starving for it, like it's the first time he's ever seen it.

usually, jack can just grin and go back to his work, content with his teasing, but not today. today, he gets up and crutches across the rug to kiss robby on the mouth, smiling into it so wide it hurts.

"what?" robby breathes when jack lets him back, still looking starstruck.

"it's you, man," jack laughs. "the way you take it in like it's the first and last time you're ever gonna see it. like you're counting your lucky stars or some shit." he loves that look on robby's face, that naked awe, so raw, so pure. it's adorable.

"it feels that way sometimes," robby admits. "you're so gorgeous."

"so are you," jack shoots back, giving him kisses on his cheeks. "you know this is yours, right? all the way, one hundred percent yours? this body, whenever you want it?"

robby stammers, blushing deeper, holding jack's hand and looking up at him. jack kisses the back of his fist. "all yours," he whispers with one last kiss before turning to go back to his laptop.

"come over here," robby whines, tugging on his hand.

"you know the reason we have to work on separate couches is because we won't get anything done if we're side by side," jack says, but robby tilts his head and pouts at him, every fiber of his being requesting a cuddle, so jack sighs and goes to get his laptop. maybe this time they won't end up abandoning their work in favor of laying on top of each other and stroking their hair, whispering i love you's.

maybe one of these days, jack will get robby to really believe and understand that he can have him, that he does have jack in entirety, that he can have whatever part of him he wants whenever he wants. a chest flash is the least jack can do for him.