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rabbot proposal 💍

Okay so I was thinking, because of the nature of their shifts, Robby and Jack probably rely on text or leaving each other notes to communicate, especially when their sleep schedules are exact opposites. For things not as urgent, they probably prefer the analog way of writing things down.

For Jack, I’m picturing him writing on post-it notes and sticking them on the fridge, on their bedroom door, etc., for Robby to find when he wakes up. He probably has a stack of post-its on his night stand to write things down before he heads off for his shift.

For Robby though, he’s grabbing whatever pieces of paper he could find to scribble on, not caring what shapes or form they are in, as long as he can get the messages across. He would be putting pieces of tape on them so that he can slap these notes on random surfaces in their home for Jack to come across, a gift of pleasant surprises.

realistically, when country ppl get hurt they just fix that shit at the farm n keep going so everytime dennis does exactly that he stresses out the ppl around him.

the first time it happens he gets home from the farm and there’s a bunch of purple staining his trousers and trinity is so lost because bro you were at a farm??? how did u turn purple??? and he’s just like ‘oh no, just some purple spray, one of the cows just caught me’ and she has no idea what that means and just moves on except it keeps happening? he comes back with purple or blue sprayed on his arms hands and legs and she finally googles it and realises that purple spray is used on animal wounds and that dennis has been treating his own injuries with veterinary care and she yells at him about it; how animal products and human products don’t go through the same testing and how dirty the work is and how easily they could get infected and how he’s literally planning on going into rural medicine and should take this stuff seriously. however he just kinda ignores it (countryside mentality) so she snitches on him to their attendings.

it ends up with dennis being practically strip searched by abbot and robby as they take in all the various bruises and scrapes he’s aquired and treating them all properly, giving him tetanus shots and scolding him till he’s bright red. he promises not to do it again and then proceeds to do it again and naturally, trinity snitches again and the strip searches become a regular occurrence.

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dennis whitaker laying on his back with jack abbot above him. as he has that twunk folded in half practically, and jack’s dog tags are hovering near dennis’s mouth. he takes the tags and puts them between his teeth, making noises/moans around them.

DOG TAGS - HUCKLEABBOT

Dennis's shoulders pressed harder into the mattress the more Jack leaned over him, his broad hands planted on either side of his head while Jack's old bedframe gave a quiet, strained creak underneath them. The position had him folded nearly in half beneath him, one of Jack's forcing his legs wider while he looked down at him with a mean edge that always got worse when he was trying not to lose control entirely as his cock glided in and out of him.

The silver dog tags hanging from Jack's neck swung with every movement, brushing across Dennis's mouth, his jaw, and the flushed skin of his throat. Dennis let out a shaky breath through parted lips before catching the tags gently between his teeth, the metal clinking softly. It earned an immediate reaction from the older man above him.

Jack's expression tightened. "Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath.

Dennis looked almost smug about it despite the position he was tapped into, breathing unevenly around the tags while Jack fucked into him. The chain pulled taut every time Jack shifted, the motion dragging another muffled sound from Dennis that vibrated straight through the metal itself.

Jack swore quietly again, one hand sliding down to pin him harder into the mattress as if he needed the leverage. His forehead dipped briefly toward Dennis, dog tags still caught between his teeth while the younger looked up at him through half lidded eyes.

Barbossa is the most exasperated character in any scene he's in, unless he's winning. then he's the smuggest son of a bitch on screen (he literally returns from the dead smugly eating an apple). but majority of the time, he's 'why am I the only adult here'. man rolls his eyes so much I half-expected him to turn straight to the camera.

when Will asks Elizabeth to marry him while they are fighting Davy Jones' crew, stuck in a maelstrom, and trapped in the final battle, the first word out of her mouth is "Barbossa!". she then continues by asking Barbossa to marry them, but for a split second Will's face goes like 'Barbossa? Barbossa?? I didn't even know he was on the map of this convoluted love quadrangle!'

when they're in Singapore and Sao Feng threatens the spy he found and Will, Elizabeth, and Barbossa all look at each other to confirm that none of them have snuck in a spy they forgot to tell the others about, before shrugging and telling Sao Feng to go ahead and kill him.

Barbossa's eyes just getting wide and wider the more weapons Elizabeth pulls out of her clothes. c'mon man, let a woman have her toys!

rewatching really gives you the full picture of how many people are scheming at any given time and how each person's schemes intersect with the others, even if they're nominally on the same side. everyone also gets So Upset when their scheme is foiled, accidentally or intentionally, by someone else's scheme, as though they themselves aren't scheming at that very moment.

Barbossa's iron balls. I'm sorry, this is the funniest dick joke in the trilogy that defines how many dick jokes Disney can stick in a movie before it stops being PG-13. Jack's reaction really says it all.

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The first thing Jack notices as he wraps him in his arms is how thin Robby is. The slant of his jawline, sharper than it was when he left, and the way Jack’s chin rubs painfully against Robby's collarbone makes him sick. He’s used to Robby’s soft pudge of an underbelly, strong thighs that give way to a full ass, one that Jack has a tendency to grope and grab as they make dinner or curl together late into the evening watching tv, it makes Robby blush bright, ducking his head shyly into the crook of Jack’s neck. Robby makes the same action now, but now he’s clutching at Jack, sobbing.

“Hi, baby,” Jack murmurs, nearly coos, as his palms splay across the bumps in Robby’s spine, worrying.

Robby moans something into his shoulder, his voice cracking.

“Hm?”

Robby lifts his head but stays close, their noses brushing, soft strands of hair falling into his eyes and tickling Jack’s cheekbones.

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He’s beautiful like this, laughing, the apples of his cheeks pink in the glow of the hospital light. Jack worries that it’s the first time he’s laughed in months. The thought reminds him of how thin Robby is in his arms.

“You’re going to eat when we get home. We’re going shopping and I’m making you the heartiest fucking stew you’ve ever had in your life.”

“Jesus, Jack, you know, some people have told me I look good.” Jack can feel himself scowling, how dare someone tell sweet Robby, in the throes of grief, that he looks good? How could the physical manifestation of Robby’s depression ever be good?

“You always look good, but this isn’t healthy, you’re practically skeletal.” he punctuates this by running a hand under Robby's scrub top.

“I look perfectly average.”

“I can feel your ribs,” he says it sterner than he means to, but it’s unsettling to return home from war to find that one of your only reasons for making it through said war has turned into a shadow of himself, “and I know you hate it but I love when you have a little bit of tummy-”

Robby’s face turns pinker, “Don’t call it that, I’m not a child.”

Jack rolls his eyes.

“Fine. Am I allowed to say that I miss your ass?” He tries to smile sweetly up at Robby, he’s fairly certain it comes across as wolfish instead.

“Are you seriously shaming me for not having an ass right now? While we’re on the floor?” Robby is fully giggling, Jack would fight through blood and shit and burn the whole world to see him happy.

“No, I’m saying you had much more of an ass, and a tummy. It was sexy and cute, and I love you no matter what you look like but I also really love your ass”

“Jack Abbot, are you trying to seduce me into better eating habits?” Their foreheads are pressed together like something out of The Princess Bride.

As you wish, Jack thinks absentmindedly, caught up in the warm smell of Robby.

“Me?” Jack feigns offense, “How dare you accuse me of such a thing? But while we’re on the subject, how do you feel about a full eight hours of sleep?”