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WIP Wednesday (a little late cause its Thursday where I am 😅)
I've not been tagged, just wanted to do this! Honestly I've not been writing in a few weeks but I am still planning to finish them. Inspired by @therealstacyfakename post. Here’s some WIPs and ideas!
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Send the emoji (or several) attached to the WIP or idea and get a snippet! Always feel free to send me something or rant about rabbot in my inbox! 🙌
To all the Noah Wyle haters, I’d like to present you with this gem.
The Red Line (2019)
Noah plays a GAY man with a BLACK HUSBAND and a bi-racial daughter. His husband is killed by a WHITE COP. When he does move forward romantically, it’s with a MUSLIM love interest.
This man has always been 2 steps ahead in terms of the political and social. Is he perfect? No. He’s human. But I don’t think he’s the villain some of you are trying to paint him.
This is an amazing mini-series. It’s well written, brilliantly acted, and absolutely unflinching in how it addresses topics like police brutality, racism, homophobia, grief, and found family.
Also, Noah is amazing in this role.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Really?" Jack asked, mild surprise evident in his voice. Robby sighed wearily, nodding softly. "I haven't been able to… finish in a while." He admitted, gnawing on his bottom lip. Jack's eyebrows lifted in shock, "really?" A sudden intrigue evident in his voice. Robby shrank even further down into the back of the couch, embarrassment washing over him. With a high-pitched groan he covered his face with his hands. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this…" He said, his voice muffled by his hands.
Robby has been having some problem getting himself to come, Jack helps him out a little... as a friend of course.
Cut the cake
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They have always been each others person 🥺💕
New chapter of “as long as you're with me, you'll be just fine”!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fake relationship omegaverse rabbot fic!
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Oh Robby
Very Worried for my close personal friend Michael Robinavitch. Y’all ready for the finale??
If you’re not following me on twitter here’s a few of my favorite unhinged pics I’ve posted
Disclaimer:
FYI please don’t waste your time sending me anonymous messages, or comments, if you can’t say it from your tumblr then don’t say anything at all. Using anonymous in my opinion, is a cop out to get around behaving badly without consequences.
I don’t even read it I just block it unseen so you’re typing into the abyss.
I love your Omegaverse writings of Rabbot
Please, write more when you get a chance. It's so amazing that you inspire me to be a writer.
No pressure but thank you again and Rabbot forever!
Thank you so much, this means the absolute world to me!!!! I very much encourage you to write, it's good for the soul!! ♡ ♡ ♡
Rabbot omegaverse during Jack’s deployment! Continuation of this post!
Roughly once a month, Jack receives a care package. Usually it has some snacks and a letter for Jack to look forward to, but he couldn’t care less about the food this month. All he wants is his photos.
There’s ten. Which is less than the once a day he requested, but more than he expected Robby to actually be willing to send. Seven of them are photos of Robby, belly only just beginning to stretch his shirts, and the other three are ultrasound images. He can clearly see the silhouette of their baby’s face. The cute little nose and a clenched fist near their chin.
Robby’s written a letter detailing everything Jack has missed, even though he keeps him up to date during their weekly phone calls. At the bottom, written in pink, it says “P.S. It’s a girl!”
Jack tears that portion of the letter away and keeps it along with one of the ultrasounds tucked safely in the breast pocket of his cammies.
Time moves in a bizarre fashion. The updates on Robby’s pregnancy whiz by so quickly Jack feels like he can’t keep up, but the days drag as if they extend past twenty four hours. It gets worse the closer Robby gets to his delivery date.
Jack is lamenting over the collection of photos Robby has sent him over the months when his CO welcomes himself into the tent.
“Abbot. Red Cross message for you.”
Jack sprints out of there before his bunk mates have the chance to wake up.
Baby girl, 7.6 pounds, 20.3 inches. Both baby and omega are healthy. Jack cries when he hears the message. He cries harder when his CO says he can call once it’s 9AM back home. He breaks into sobs when Robby puts their baby on the phone and her sweet gurgles play over the speaker.
“You did so good,” he says between tears. “You got her here safe, and you did it all on your own.”
“Don’t let Dana hear you say that,” Robby jokes, but he’s crying too.
The next package is almost exclusively photos. He lets his bunk mates raid through the few bags of chips, and spends his time memorizing how perfect Robby looks with their baby on his chest.
He’d mentioned over the phone that she looks just like her dad, but Jack thought he was exaggerating before. Now he sees it. Auburn curls that are shockingly large for a newborn and pale skin he’s sure will develop freckles as she ages.
Jack’s favorite photo is of her swaddled in one of his scented shirts he left behind for Robby. He pins that one above his bed and stares at it every night until his eyes can’t stay open any longer.
By the time the year is up, Jack has nearly a hundred photos of Robby and their baby. He packs them all carefully, except his five favorites that he can’t bear to be separated from. He flips through them the entire flight home.
Once they arrive on base, it’s impossible to see Robby. The crowd is too large and buzzing with the excitement of a reunion, but Jack’s alpha still knows. There’s no swarm big enough to keep him from scenting his baby. She’s the perfect mix of Robby’s berry scent and his own woody fragrance, topped with the sweet milky smell all babies have.
Robby has his back is to Jack from the angle he’s approaching at, but it gives him the perfect view of their baby’s chubby face squished into Robby’s shoulder. Her eyes are big and bright, seeing them in person brings tears to Jack’s own.
“Hey,” he whispers.
Robby whips around. “Jack!” He goes in for a hug, but it’s awkward with a baby snuggled closely. Jack kisses him before turning to their daughter.
She’s a little apprehensive at first. Her small fist tugging on Robby’s shirt until the collar is taut around his neck. But the scented shirts must have worked because soon she reaches for Jack and he’s crying all over again.
“She’s perfect.” Her skin is so soft it’s unbelievable. It’s not long before she falls asleep in Jack’s arms, nose nuzzled in his neck.
“She’s all you.” Robby kisses him again.
Omegaverse young(er) Rabbot!!!
One month after Jack is deployed for the first time Robby finds out he’s pregnant.
As if that’s not enough of a nightmare, he and Jack aren’t even mated. They were planning on doing it after Jack got home so neither of their instincts mistook the separation for rejection or god forbid a bond breaking. But now Robby is in the middle of a residency, pregnant, with his not-quite mate cleaning up after battles overseas. Perfect.
He debates whether or not to even tell Jack about the baby; what good is it going to do for him to have another thing to worry about? And Robby’s brain keeps running to the worst case scenarios.
What if Jack doesn’t want a baby? What if he doesn’t want one with Robby specifically? What if Jack was just saying all that stuff about mating when he gets home to give himself some extra time before calling off their courtship? Fuck. Jack would be so angry if Robby picked him up from base with a baby in his arms. He might accuse Robby of cheating while he was away.
Robby’s imagination stresses him out more than his job.
Meanwhile, Jack is diligently marking his calendar. Counting every day until he gets to see Robby and mate him. He starts to vibrate a little if he thinks about it for too long.
His favorite days are when he gets to use the community phone to call Robby. It doesn’t matter what happened in the hours before, hearing his omega’s voice always makes it better.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Mikey!”
“Jack, hi. How’re you?”
“My day’s improving by the second,” Jack smiles. “How about you? How’s the hospital.”
“Good,” Robby sighs. “I, um, I need to talk to you about something.”
Jack’s excitement dwindles. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I just— I want you to know I love you,” Robby’s voice is thick. Jack wishes he could pull him against his chest and scent him into relaxing.
“I love you too,” Jack says. “What’s wrong?”
A sad whimper escapes Robby. “Sorry,” he chokes. “I thought I could do it…”
Jack’s heart is in his throat. “Do what?” His alpha claws at his chest. He needs to be there. He needs to be home, taking care of his mate.
“This,” Robby sobs. “Preferably without crying.”
The phone is shaking in Jack’s hand. “Mike, I’m gonna be selfish for a second, but I can’t— please don’t end our courtship while I’m over here. It’ll kill me before a bomb can.”
Robby sniffs.
“If you want,” Jack’s chest rattles, “another alpha, while I’m away, I understand. But please, please let me keep the fantasy of coming home to you. It’s the only thing keeping me going.”
“What?”
“And I can fix it,” Jack says, blinking back tears. “Whatever it is, I’ll do better. I’ll be better. I can be the alpha you want, I swear. Give me the chance.”
Robby’s voice is small over the line, “You’re already the alpha I want.”
A weight lifts from Jack. “So… you’re not ending our courtship.”
“No. I was worried you would.”
“I’d never,” Jack laughs. He wipes his face.
“You haven’t heard what I need to tell you yet.”
“I can’t think of anything you could say that would change my mind.”
Robby takes a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”
For a brief moment, Jack worries the heat may have him hallucinating. “Say that again.”
“I’m pregnant.” Robby gulps. “Three months.”
“Are you really?”
“Yes.”
Jack lets out a cheerful yell at such an intense volume that Robby has to yank the phone from his ear.
“Are you finished?”
“Sorry,” Jack is beaming now. “Sorry. It’s just— Mike. I got the most beautiful omega in the whole world pregnant. I’m fucking ecstatic.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Hey,” Jack growls, only half serious. “Don’t talk bad about my mate.”
Robby’s glad Jack can’t see his blush; it’d make him even more unbearable. “Not your mate yet,” he mumbles.
“The second I get home, that’s changing.”
“Hate to break it to you, but newborns don’t leave a lot of time for real matings, and I won’t have another heat until six months after she’s born.”
“She!”
“Gut feeling,” Robby amends. “I haven’t found out yet.”
“I can’t wait. I hope they look just like you. What’re you thinking for the nursery? I can—“ Jack’s excitement stops. “I can’t do anything. I’m here for a fucking year.”
“Only ten more months,” Robby tries.
“Like that— Christ. They’ll be four months old by the time I get to see them.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Jack sighs. “Fuck.”
“Look on the bright side, she should be sleeping through the night by the time you get back. Or at least getting close.”
“I want to be woken up in the night,” Jack whines. “I want to go to appointments, and hold your belly when it gets heavy. I want to be there when she’s born.”
“I’m sorry,” Robby says again. “I wish you could be here too.”
“Tell me everything. And take lots of photos.”
“No way. The one saving grace is you won’t see me all gross.”
“My omega is not gross,” Jack’s growl is firmer this time. “Knock that off or I’ll swim home to make you see sense.”
Robby laughs. “Maybe a couple pictures.”
“At least one a day. I want all of them in the next package.” He can see Robby’s belly swelling bigger and bigger to hold their baby. Growing and kicking he won’t be able to feel.
The phone beeps, one minute left.
“Fuck. Okay, baby. I’ll call again next week.”
“Okay. I’m glad you’re excited. I was really worried.”
“My mate is so silly,” Jack teases. “This is the best thing you could’ve told me.”
“Not the best timing.”
“Don’t argue. There’s nothing we can do and the call is gonna disconnect.”
“Alright,” Robby concedes. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
For the rest of the week, everyone who passes Jack asks him why he’s smiling.
Back from sabbatical
Angsty robby fic with a sprinkle of rabbot!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83103191
(wrote it in a day so I’m sorry if it’s messy)
also this was inspired by a post from @roobydoos (x)
