Foster Fic AU (Robby x Abbot) - SFW/Fluff/Angst: In the aftermath of Pittfest, Robby and Abbot realize they have a little more love to give than just to each other, so they decide to open up their home and begin their fostering journey.
Omission (Robby x OC) SFW/Agnst: After the Pitt loses two of its beloved staff, a new attending joins the department. Still scorned by the betrayal of Langdon, day shift attending Michael "Robby" Robinavitch finds himself more guarded than ever, but if it's one thing about the Pitt, it's that it has a way of bringing people together. However, in a place where the truth always seems to find the light, things get shaken up, and The Pitt finds itself once again in the crossfire of a never-ending loop of Deja Vu. (WIP).
Siren Sounds: Jack Abbot is a man of secrets; he'll reveal bits and pieces to some of his co-workers, some more than others. Take Robby, for example, his best friend, who knows everything about him, including his secret job. Sometimes Jack will moonlight a security gig, but he recently stopped after that one Fourth of July incident. So when an incident happens on his recent moonlighting job, Jack's secrets are once again brought to the Pitt. (WIP)
When You're Lost in The Darkness, Look For The Light: After the loss of her husband and the horrific birth of her twins, Esme find herself running into Jack Abbot quite often and ends up finding comfort in his presence, but if it's one thing to know about Jack Abbot, it's that he comes with a package deal, Robby. (WIP)
Darkling (Dark Rabbot x Reader) NSFW/Hunter x Hunted/Dubcon/Eventual Smut - Turns out moving back to your small town for a fresh start isn't as easy as it sounds, especially when you find yourself entangled in a twisted game where two serial killers become overly fond of your presence. (On hold, reworking the story)
(1) Angel of Darkness (Titus Danforth x reader) - NSFW: Two years after winning the 'Winner Takes It All game', the Danforths own the world. However, when a group of college students sneaks onto the Danforth estate, they find themselves trapped in a deadly game of hide-and-seek.
(2) Angel of Darkness - Titus Danforth x reader: Titus and Ursula are determined to break your spirit and after months in captivity maybe, just maybe, they can.
Bloodlust: Ongoing - NSFW
(1) Blood Lust - Titus Danforth x named reader: When Grace survives the deadly wedding-night game, she unknowingly triggers a deeper curse, one that awakens a far more dangerous ritual. Now the Danforths, one of the four high council families, have entered a game of winner-takes-all. They, like the Le Domas family, have until sunrise to kill both Grace and Faith. The only issue is that they must compete against three other families for the chance to control the world.
(2) Bloodlust - While shopping for her wedding dress, Lilly has an encounter with someone from her past, which leads to a panic attack. Now, Ursula and Titus are determined to help her get her revenge and help control her bloodlust.
Little Bunny: Ongoing - NSFW elements
(1) Little Bunny - Titus Danforth x teen reader: When your best friend, Faith gets entangled in her sister's issues, you get dragged along with her and find yourself entangled in a game of cat and mouse with the Danforths.
(2) Little Bunny - Titus Danforth x teen reader: Waking up at the Danforth estate doesn't go quite as you expected.
Oneshots:
His Queen (Titus x reader) - Your engagement initiation doesn't go quite as you expect and the Danforths find themselves intrigued by your newly exposed secret side.
(1) Consequences - Charlie Reid x reader: Charlie Reid tried to be the good guy and give Voight the benefit of the doubt, believing that Voight would see things the way he did, but Voight didn't, and it sent him on a mission to destroy Charlie personally. What better way to do that than to go after Voight's goddaughter?
(2) Consequences - Charlie Reid x Reader: Following the fallout between Voight and his goddaughter, Charlie becomes more invested in her life. Meanwhile, the intelligence unit is tense, and everyone's divided on how to feel. Some support Voight's decision, and others can't help but wonder if Voight would lie to his own daughter for 15 years, what would he do for a case? Just as things seem like there's hope for redemption, things reach a tipping point, and Charlie does what he sought out to do: destroy Voight, but finds the task more challenging than he originally thought. (Coming Soon).
Lighthouse - Edgewater was supposed to be temporary for Brett Richards, but when he runs into River Leone, the daughter of Vince Leone, at his funeral, Brett finds himself in quite a predicament. One, she's 21 years younger than him, and two, she's his mate. Still mourning the death of his wife, Brett is left with an impossible choice and doesn't know what to choose. Does he stay and possibly have his happy ending with his mate, his ultimate true love, or does he carry on business as usual?
I've been seeing some issues on Tumblr where people have been losing their blogs after tagging a bunch of people on their tag list. As a result unfortunately I won't start a tag list like I planned, or at least anytime in the near future unless Tumblr fixes the issue.
Are you going to do a little bunny pt 3 as I would love to see her get more and more submissive to the family as she realises how good she has it - luxuries etc. love your work xx
Yes, I'm in the middle of writing it. I have so many Titus Danforth ideas that I'm hopping between docs to get them out as fast as I can before I forget. Keep an eye out, It'll be out soon.
Maybe, I have a few works in progress of Titus x reader, but Titus x Robby would be very interesting. You know what, sure why the hell not. I'm hooked. Keep an eye out. It might be 2 projects away.
Robby is such an asshole, but I think that's on purpose. He's obviously not doing well. Just because you're personally struggling doesn't give you a free pass to be an asshole, lash out at everyone, and belittle a co-worker for having their own issues.
However, I think he's doing it on purpose.
He clearly doesn't think he's going to come back. Hence why he's acting like none of his actions will have consequences. In his mind he thinks if he can make everyone hate him, or at least as many people as possible, it'll make his death hurt less. People won't miss him. He won't be a burden. It makes sense to him. Push everyone away, make them hate me, and things will be easier.
He's cleaning up the house and getting everything in order for his departure.
A/N: I've been busy with physical therapy and trying to recover from being sick. However, I hope to update more. I've just felt so uninspired. I do have about 12 other Titus Danforth drafts, but I'm also trying to work on the "Be Still, My Heart" series. Trying to find a balance between the 70 drafts I have. Anyway, hopefully this was what they imagined. Also, this is kind of dark; sorry in advance.
Summary: You catch your fiancé "kissing" another woman and try to break off the wedding in a fit of emotion, but Titus isn't ready to let you go. Willing to prove his devotion to you, he helps you get rid of the other woman. While still in a fit of rage, Titus uses your hot and bothered state to his advantage and engraves in you just how much he loves you.
Warnings: Miscommunication, reader is low-key insane and Titus is more than okay with that, murder, SMUT, unprotected p in v, rough sex, breeding kink, fucking next to a corpse, overstimulation.
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"Baby, have you seen Urs—"
You pause, your mouth falling slightly agape when you see Titus, your fiancé, locking lips with his assistant. He quickly pushes her away. "What the fuck!" you exclaimed, glaring at the woman with a murderous look. For some time you've had a gut feeling about Titus cheating. It's not like you were blind. In fact, you were quite perceptive and noticed small details others would overlook. So, when Titus began spending more time with his assistant, you knew something was off.
"We're done," you stated, pulling off the ring and tossing it on the table before turning on your heel and storming down the hall. Titus was quick to follow you.
"Baby, wait, it's not what it looks like," Titus reasoned.
Ursula was nearby when she heard the commotion and followed it. She saw the assistant looking flustered with embarrassment and pieced it together. Storming over, Ursula grips the assistant's wrist so tightly that it makes the woman gasp. "If you know what's best for you, you'll leave and never come back, or I will kill you myself," Ursula threatened her, tightening her grip on the woman's wrist as the fury in her eyes darkened.
"Okay," the assistant whimpers in pain.
"Go," Ursula ordered, releasing her wrist.
She quickly scrambles off, cradling her wrist as her heels click against the marble floor until she's out of sight. "Slut," Ursula venomously muttered under her breath, her gaze flicking to the balcony where Titus and you were arguing. Ursula leaves, knowing that her twin has everything under control and would never intentionally break your trust.
Meanwhile, Titus had dragged you back to his office and to the balcony, which is where you were attempting to leave, and Titus refused.
"I swear to god, baby, I didn't kiss her. She came onto me, and I pushed her away. I would never cheat on you," Titus begged. You were unconvinced. So, he knelt in front of you, keeping a firm hold on your hips. "Darling, look at me. What can I do to prove to you that I'm loyal to you? Name it, and it's done."
"You know what I want," you replied.
"Done, I'll kill her," Titus affirmed.
"No, you'll get her here, and I will kill her," you corrected.
Titus raised a brow at your declaration. You kill someone? It was only days ago that the two of you were arguing about your outward denial of participating in one of their annual hunts. It surprised him because he knew it wasn't like you to volunteer.
"Deal," Titus agrees. He gets off his knees and cups your face, pulling you in for a kiss. Despite everything, your anger melts away, and you kiss him back. Sliding your hands up his chest, your fingers curl around the fabric of his coat. so you could pull him closer. He hums into the kiss with a low chuckle, his hands sliding down your body to palm your ass.
You instinctively moan, and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into the kiss.
Titus pulls you inside the office and kicks the door shut, lifting you up to sit on the end of the desk while fumbling with his belt. His sex drive never ceases to amaze you, and as much as you loved him, you were still mad and decided to punish him. You grab his wrists, stopping him. "Nope, you don't get to fuck me until she's dead."
"Come on, baby, that's not fair," Titus groaned.
"Awe, well that's too bad," you mocked, playfully shoving his chest before hopping off his desk and walking out, much to his dismay.
Later that night, you sat in the guest bedroom reading a book, soaking up the rare moment of being alone, something you haven't been able to do since getting engaged to Titus, or rather, were forced to. Despite having built a relationship with Titus in your six-month engagement, you never had a choice in the matter. The Danforths needed to secure their lineage, and with Ursula unable to have children naturally, that responsibility rightfully fell to Titus, the heir. So, naturally, the high council lawyer betrothed you and Titus.
The match was fairly easy.
You both were the heirs of your families. He needed a wife to produce an heir, and you needed a husband. The two of you couldn't be more different. He was dark, constantly cursed with murderous tendencies that he struggled to control on a daily basis, an unfortunate effect of being raised by his cruel father, whose only goal was to instill in his children that failure was not acceptable.
A knock breaks you from your thoughts; it was firm yet distinct.
"Come in, Sully," you softly called.
The door opens, and Ursula steps in. "You skipped dinner," she states, closing the bedroom door behind her and taking a seat at the edge of the bed. "And you are not attached to Titus's hip like usual. You're still upset with him about earlier, aren't you?"
"Come to defend his honor?" you inquired.
"He is my twin; his honor is as much as my own, and while Titus may be many things, a cheater is not one of them. I can assure you, sister, he only has eyes for you. He would not be so stupid as to jeopardize his relationship with you," Ursula explained.
"He said she kissed him," you sighed, setting the book aside.
"And you do not believe him?" Ursula questioned.
"I don't know what to believe," you admitted.
Ursula hums, reaching out and taking your hand, offering a small yet firm squeeze. "He loves you. I see it every day. You are one of the few people he's allowed himself to care for, but if there's one thing I know about my brother, it's that he's loyal to the core. He and I have had our differences, but he's always been there for me, and at the end of the day, he always ends up standing by his family. He would never betray your trust," Ursula said gently, using a rare tone she's developed solely for you.
"You sound so sure, as if you know something I don't," you pointed out.
She smirks, pulling out her phone. "Always the observant one, little bird," she purred, pulling up footage from earlier in the day. "I was reminded that cameras cover every inch of our estate. So, if your mind is still conflicted, feel free to look for yourself."
You hesitate for a moment, obviously conflicted.
Do you trust Titus for his word?
Or is it always going to linger in the back of your mind?
Curiosity overwhelmed you, and you took the phone, playing the footage, which revealed the assistant clearly failing at her attempts to flirt with Titus before getting bold and deciding to kiss him. Titus pushes her away the first time, but she tries a second time, which is when you walked in.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. He didn't cheat, thank God, or, well, as the Danforths say, thank Satan. "See, my brother is loyal to you. So, you can sit here or sulk, or you can meet Titus in the cellar. He has a surprise for you," Ursula stated.
"You always know how to make me feel better, Sully. If you weren't already married, I'd marry you instead," you softly teased, earning a chuckle from her.
"You're such a flirt," Ursula teased back.
"I learned from the best," you joked, standing up and leaving the room.
Unfortunately, the cellar was on the other side of the compound. The walk was seven minutes, and you made it to the guarded cellar and descended down the stairs. "Ty?" you called out, pausing when you found the girl hanging from her bound wrist as Titus sharpened his blades.
"Ah, you're just in time, my love. Our guest here just woke up," Titus stated, setting down his blade and crossing the room. His rough hands wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure," you affirmed.
"Okay, I've got tools set up for you. Have fun." He replied, pecking your lips before taking a seat in the corner, crossing his legs, and resting his hand under his chin. He motioned to the woman as if silently giving you permission.
You walk over to the table and look at the assortment of weapons laid out. Ultimately, you decide on the crowbar. There were different styles and weights, so you tested out the weight of each one in your hand. "Please, I'm sorry. I don't want to die," the former assistant begged. You choose the gooseneck wrecking crowbar that weighed about 13 lbs, a little light for what you wanted, but it'll do.
"You should've thought about that before kissing my fiancé like a whore," you chided, walking over to where she was chained up. "No hard feelings, right?"
With that, you swung the bar at her ribs.
One hit turned into two, and before you knew it, you didn't know when to stop, so drunk on anger that finally, after the fog of rage cooled, there was blood everywhere. You couldn't tell if she was dead or alive but didn't care; you released the hold of the chains, and she crumbled to the floor without a sound.
You drop the crowbar to the floor and wipe the blood from your hands on a rag. Titus had been watching the entire time, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with an undeniable look of lust that made his eyes gleam even in the dim light. You cross the room and gently peck his lips. "You're forgiven, but if you ever think about cheating on me, I'll pop your nuts like balloons," you replied. His lips twitch up into a smirk at your matter-of-fact tone, and he wraps his arms around your waist.
"Do we have an understanding?" you told him.
"We do," he replied.
"Good," you hummed in satisfaction.
Titus firmly tugs you to him until you're pressed against his body. "I like this side of you. It's quite refreshing," he said smugly, trailing light kisses down your neck. "However, I did not appreciate my honor being questioned. Especially by my girl, so I think you are long overdue for a refresher, don't you think?"
A shiver runs down your spine, and you feel as if all air had been sucked from your lungs. Excitement buzzes throughout your body, making your skin tingle. "I thought so. Turn around, hands on the wall, no moving, and if you make a sound, we add an extra round."
You quickly move to obey his command, raising your arms to rest on the wall while biting your lip to hold back any noise that could potentially escape. Titus lets out a hum of approval, his hands trailing down your body, unbuttoning your pants. Slowly, his hands trail down your body, dragging the fabric off your legs.
"You understand why I have to correct your behavior, don't you?" he asked.
You nod.
"Atta girl," he praised.
Titus hooks his fingers into your panties and drags the fabric down your legs before kicking your legs open wider and kneeling behind you. His left hand slides under your shirt, lifting it up, keeping his palm flat against your back, while his right hand finds your soaked core. "Soaked for me already? Baby, I've barely even touched you," he taunts.
"Titus ple—" you began.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Did I say you could speak?" he firmly corrects.
"No, sir," you whimpered.
"Exactly, now keep that pretty mouth shut until I decide to put it to good use. That's another round for your disobedience," Titus stated. He removes his fingers away from your core, causing you to softly whine at the loss of contact. "Such misbehavior. I've been too lax with you, kitten. Another round," he muttered, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
He gets off his knees and turns you around, tilting your chin up so he can claim your lips in a rough kiss. You don't kiss back, allowing him to remain in control. He taps your hip, a silent hint that you could kiss him back, which you do.
Without warning he lifts you against the wall by your hips, causing you to let out a noise of surprise. He presses a kiss to your throat with a low chuckle. "What did I say about making noise? It's like you don't ever listen to me," he mocks.
"That's not fair—" you feebly defended.
"Oh, baby, life isn't fair," he corrects.
To silence you from any potential protests, he claims your lips in a passionate kiss. You felt Titus press you firmer against the wall, his hands abandoning your hips so he could rip your shirt open, sending buttons flying. "Awe man, that was my favorite shirt," you thought to yourself, but give Titus a pout to show your disappointment.
"I'll buy you a new one, baby," he promised.
His hands wrap around your waist again, and he carries you away from the wall, laying you down on the floor, the assistant's body lying a few feet away, her blood creating a pool that only stretched by the minute. "No speaking or making noise during the first round. Afterward you can be as loud as you want. Nod if you understand," Titus instructed.
You nod.
While Titus worked on your pants, you quickly worked on unbuttoning his shirt. It doesn't take long for clothes to become scattered in the room and for Titus to slide into your soaking cunt. He doesn't waste time being gentle.
Instead, he's rough, each thrust a testament to how much he needs you. Each kiss is a gentle proof of his love for you, a stark contrast to his rough fucking. His hands wander your body, as if engraving every curve, freckle, and scar into his mind. He's everywhere all at once, his right hand on your hip while his left hand is intertwined with both of yours, pinning them above your hands as his lips trail your neck, leaving all sorts of marks as evidence that you are completely and irrevocably his in every way.
As true to his command, you were silent the first round, which seems impossible because he always knew how to drive you insane, making you see the light and pulling you back to reality only to do it again and again until you were a mess, feeling as if your skin was on fire as you trembled and whimpered with every light touch and kiss, breaking you down again and again until the only thing on your mind was him.
How much you loved him.
How you would never question his loyalty again.
Finally he stayed there, his lips pressing featherlight kisses to your heated skin, sweat covering both of your bodies as you returned to reality and realized you were lying in a pool of the assistant's blood, but neither of you cared. Instead, you both smiled about it, with Titus making a flirty remark about how crimson was always your color.
You rolled your eyes, and Titus slipped out of you to grab a blanket to cover you both with. His cum dripped from you, a reminder of your duty to bear him a child. Which he always reminded you while deep in you. "Come on, love, let's get cleaned up and head to bed," Titus said, his tone surprisingly gentle after the roughness you've just received, not that you minded. In fact, you loved seeing him frustrated and worked up. It always made the sex better.
He scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom you both shared, cleaning you both off in a quick shower before settling you both in bed, holding you close, whispering soft praises in your ear as you lull off to sleep out of pure exhaustion.
Why is my boy Titus getting his ass kicked? First he gets thrown off the golf cart somehow. Second, he gets slapped by his twin sister. Then he at some point gets kicked in the balls. Man, they are just kicking his ass. #justicefortitus
Summary: Your engagement initiation doesn't go quite as you expect and the Danforths find themselves intrigued by your newly exposed secret side.
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Titus was finally free.
The puppet strings he was once controlled by were cut loose now that his father was finally dead, which meant Titus was now in control. The fear he once lived in was now replaced with enjoyment. He was free to marry who he wanted, but he also knew that being a Danforth held a certain kind of class.
Then he found you, a seemingly shy, upstanding citizen.
You've owned a small yet popular bookstore cafe, which is where Titus met you, and the moment your eyes met, he just knew he had to have you. Corrupting you would be so joyful. God, if only he knew how truly twisted you were.
It was the night of your engagement party, and you could sense the heaviness in the air. Something told you that tonight was not going to be just like any engagement party. Well, truth be told, you already knew that. Your soon-to-be husband was the most powerful person in the world, alongside his most trusted ally, his twin sister, Ursula Danforth, whose eyes seemed to glow with excitement.
She was up to something, or perhaps she knew something you didn't. Titus did warn you of an odd tradition that every new family member must participate in to prove they are worthy of being in such a prestigious family.
You wore a long-sleeved red evening gown made of satin. It was a V-neck dress that went all the way to your ankles. It had a golden zipper in the back and buttons on the wrists of the dress. You wore white heels with your hair pinned up in a neat bun. For your entire life, you've dreamt of owning a dress so nice that it all honestly felt so real.
To think that six months ago, you were working in your small library, and now you are in the Danforth estate to be wed to the most powerful man in the world.
You stood in front of the large windows, hands tucked behind your back as you looked out into the perfectly maintained estate. It was dark out, the sun just setting below the horizon. You watch as the staff retreats inside, seemingly heading to their personal quarters as whatever initiation ritual you were about to participate in is about to begin.
Your thoughts are interrupted with two firm knocks.
The lawyer, whose name has yet to be revealed to you, steps in. "We're ready for you. Follow me; don't wander off." He stated, holding the door open politely. You nod and follow him to what appears to be a security room. There were screens. Dozens of them with footage of nearly every angle of the estate on display.
"This is the observation room. The Danforths and I will remain in here for the entirety of the game while the other families participate in the initiation ritual," he explained, opening a thick book.
"What exactly is this ritual?" you asked.
"Tag?" he replied.
"Tag, really?" you snorted, quickly cutting off your amusement to maintain your composure. "That's what this secrecy is about, tag? Here I thought you were all in a devil cult."
"Let's just say we play tag a little differently," Ursula smirked.
"How differently? I get caught, and I don't marry Titus?" you inquired.
"No, you die," Titus spoke up.
Your amusement dropped, and you turned your attention to Titus. "I'm sorry, it appears I've gone deaf. Did you say that if I get caught, I die?" you questioned, disbelief laced in your tone.
"Correct, I need you to sign here," the lawyer stated.
"Are you fucking insane?!" you exclaimed, your voice rising an octave, which only further amused everyone in the room. "God, I knew you were involved in a devil cult. Nobody can be that rich and hot without being involved in some shady shit!"
"The reward outweighs the sacrifice. You want to be a part of this family; participate in the game. If you survive, then you have proved to us that you are worthy of being a Danforth. If you fail, they will kill you. Sign here," the lawyer explained, holding out the pen.
You glare at him before snatching the pen. "You know what? "Sure, why the fuck not?!" you grumbled, slicing your palm to collect some blood and writing your name into the book. A maid quickly wraps your hand once you've signed the paper. "Alright, how does this work?"
"You survive until dawn without being caught, and you win," the lawyer replied.
"That easy?" you questioned.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"Okay, say I get caught. Can I fight back and escape, thus continuing the game?" you clarified. "Or is it a one-shot and you're done kind of thing?"
"If you get caught and escape, the game continues," he explained.
"Do I get a head start?" you asked.
He motions to the doors, and the maid opens them. "You will have five minutes to run. From there, the players will be set loose and have free rein to capture and kill you. If you survive until dawn, you win. Or if all other players get killed, you win by default. "Best of luck," he told you.
You glance at the open doors before quickly setting off into the house.
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Titus would be a liar if he said he wasn't worried. You, for better words, were delicate, like a flower. Too innocent, too beautiful, and too pure for their cruel lifestyle.
Or at least that's what he thought.
The game stretched on for hours, which is longer than Ursula gave you credit for. She gave you an hour at most, and this was now hour four. It was your time to shine, so you hunted them down until only one remained, and you were now deep into a game of catch me if you can, hunting the final survivor down.
Your laugh echoed along the halls. "I knew I liked her," Ursula smirked, admiring the screen as the man you hunted ran through the halls with you trailing behind.
"All around the merry-go-round the monkey chased the weasel," your sickly sweet voice echoed among the empty halls as you dragged your bloody bat through the small puddles of blood he left behind. "The children laughed, and clapped, and spun."
The doors to the observation room flung open, and the man limped in. "I yield! I yield! Make her stop; she's crazy!" the man pleaded, blood dripping from his head. "Pop! "Goes the weasel," you exclaimed, slamming the bat against his back before shoving him forward with your foot. He stumbles forward, catching himself on the table.
"Stop her!" the man pleads.
"I am getting really tired of your voice, and quite frankly, I'm starving. So I suppose you'd suffice," you stated, your eyes turning crimson as your fangs emerged. With inhuman speed you appeared behind him and sunk your fangs into his neck. His cries died down as you sucked him dry, his body colliding with the floor as you dropped him.
"Guess I win," you boasted with a sinister smirk.
"Well, well, well, looks like the little doe is a wolf in disguise. I will say, Ms. Evers, I was not expecting this," the lawyer noted, his hand folded behind his back, not even flinching. He was clearly unphased by your secret.
"I think you'll find I'm full of surprises," you corrected, wiping the blood from your chin before locking eyes with Titus, who was practically beaming with excitement. Here he thought he'd have to make you earn your place, to teach you their ways and break that fragile persona. Yet there you stood, equally as confident and sadistic as he was. Oh, you were perfect, and he was never going to let you go.
No, you were his pretty little doe, sweet and innocent on the outside yet every bit as poisonous as him on the inside. Titus crosses the room, grabs your waist, and pulls you firmly against him, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss with a deep chuckle.
Ursula rolls her eyes.
When you pulled from the kiss, your eyes were normal again, but his weren't. He looked at you with pure, untamed hunger. "Elijah, adjust the arrangements; we're not waiting four months. The wedding will be tomorrow," Titus demanded.
"Someone's needy," you teased.
"Oh, darling, I'm only rightfully claiming what's mine," he corrected.
"I'll show you to your room, sister; the groom mustn't see the bride the night of the wedding." Ursula purred, pulling you from Titus, causing him to scowl. "What, it's bad luck?" Her tone was teasing as she walked you out.
That night Titus had no doubt in his mind that Mr. La Bail had perfectly crafted you for him. Someone who looked every way like a ruler with the mind of a hunter. Marrying you would be his birthright. With you by his side, his family would rule the high council for eternity; they would be unstoppable, and you would be their queen.
Is my writing bad? I low-key feel like everything I write sucks. If so, what are things I can improve on? Recently I've been experimenting with world-building, trying to be more detailed about my writings and cut back on the massive amount of dialogue. I've also been working on fixing the Grammer.
Summary: Waking up at the Danforth estate doesn't go quite as you expected.
A/N: New RON2 content got me feeling inspired, so I started writing again, even though I'm very sick, but seeing as I can't sleep, why the fuck not?
Part 1
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Waking up felt weird.
The lights were too bright, the room was too big, the windows were too large, the bed was too soft, and the blankets were too warm, yet everything was so perfectly in tune with the next that it all blurred into one elegant room. It was certainly better than any room you've ever been in. The floors were marble with a plush carpet under the bed and two dressers that occupied each side of the bed. There was a closet and a bathroom, and you even had a balcony.
It was all so overwhelming that you hadn't even noticed Titus had been in the room the entire time. "Are you going to lie there and stare at nothing all day?" Titus spoke up, evident sarcasm dripping into his tone to show that he was bored. He shifts in the plush reading chair in the corner of the room, crossing his legs while slightly tilting his chin upward as if making himself appear more regal than he already was.
"I was processing," you stated.
He hums, reaching for his cup of tea on the side table. "I have some tea if you'd like some; we have much to discuss," Titus stated. His words came out as an offer, but you can hear the underlying tone in them; it was anything but an offer; it was a command.
"You kidnapped me, and now you want to have a conversation over tea as if nothing happened?" you stated. He shrugs, which only further annoys you. "You know what? Sure, why the fuck not?"
You pull the blankets off your body and swing your legs over the side of the bed to sit up, only for a wave of dizziness to wash over you. "Slowly, sweetheart; the sedative is still in your system," Titus said gently, setting his tea down and walking over to you. His firm, calloused hands weigh down on your shoulders as he meets your gaze and finds your eyes glossy, clearly still affected by the drug.
"I'm fine," you grumbled.
"You're not fine, little bunny. Your friend was kidnapped in front of you, and you've spent the last three days running from my family only for us to kidnap you when you were so close to freedom," Titus replied, pushing your hair out of your face. "Look at me,"
Hesitantly, you meet his gaze.
"I don't expect you to be okay, and I don't expect you to take any of this easily. Hell, I admire your ability to hold yourself together. Right now you're putting on a brave face when others would be crying or pleading for their lives. However, I do expect one thing from you, and that's your compliance," Titus explained.
"Submission is survival. Disobedience is death," you conceded.
"Smart girl," he praised, helping you stand up without falling before guiding you over to the chairs and sitting you down across from his chair. He pours a second cup of tea and adds sugar into it before stirring. "The way I see it, kid, you have two options. One guarantees your survival, and potentially even happiness; it just depends on how you view it, and the other guarantees a very long, agonizing life that'll make you wish you chose the first one."
He sets the cup in front of you before returning to his seat and crossing his legs. "So that leaves me with one question. Which option are you going to choose? Option one: accept your life as it is and be treated like a princess. We would love you and treat you as if you're our child. You'd have everything provided for you: clothes, school, books, anything your little heart could ever desire. You'd want for nothing."
"And option two?" you inquired.
"Why would you even think about option two after I've just offered you anything you could ever want? What could possibly be so wrong about option one that you want to hear about the second one?" Titus stated.
"You're a very direct person, are you not?" you asked.
"Among other things," he mused.
"Then let me be direct with you because we both know it's not about which door I choose. The doors are an illusion; they end in the same place. The motive behind your question is time. If I choose option one, I'd be an equal. However, if I'm a fool and choose option two, you'll make me a puppet. What you're trying to determine is how long it'll take to get me under your control. You're trying to decide if I can be reasoned with or if you need to break me," you replied.
His lips twitch up into a smirk, and he reaches for his cup. "You're quite an incisive person," he notes, taking a long sip of his drink. "But it doesn't answer my question."
"Fine, door one," you stated.
"Smart choice," he approved.
"I'd have been a fool to choose the second one," you commented.
"You'd be surprised at how many do," he replied.
The room falls into a comfortable silence as you both quietly drink your tea, but like all good things, they never last. He sets his empty cup down and stands, his tall figure looming over your small one. You don't say anything; a tinge of fear courses through your veins. He offers his hand. "Come on, little bunny, let me show you around your new home. We'll have a little chat about your role here on the way," Titus commanded.
You abandon the cup of tea on the table and take his hand, allowing him to guide you out of the room and into a long hallway where the floors were polished, and a variety of paintings occupied the mostly blank walls.
"Do you have a library?" you softly questioned, your curiosity getting the better of you. Surely they must have a library, or at least a collection of books.
"Yes, it's one of my favorite places," he admits.
He keeps a firm hold on your hand as he guides you to the west quarters of the estate before stopping at two large black double doors. Momentarily your hand was freed so that he could push open the heavy doors, which revealed rows upon rows of books of varying genres. However, it appears that you two weren't alone. Elijah occupied the sleek leather couch, his feet propped up on a stool with a book in hand. His gaze flickers from his book and lands on you, who for some reason felt uneasy and shuffled behind Titus.
"Easy, little bunny, nothing to worry about. Elijah spends quite a bit of his time in the library or his office; he won't hurt you," Titus assured, carefully tugging you away from your hiding spot behind him.
"How's your head, darling?" Elijah spoke up, setting his book aside and giving you his full attention. The professionalism you observed earlier was still very much there, but it seemed to be at ease; he wasn't displaying himself to an audience, he was just being himself.
"Better now," you replied, tensing when Titus's hands rested on your shoulders.
Titus checks his watch, sighing to himself before turning you around to face him. He tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. "I have a meeting to attend to, but I will leave you here with Elijah so that he may explain the rules. You are to behave; are we clear?" Titus affirmed.
"Yes," your voice comes out quieter than you intended it to.
"Good girl," he praised, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before walking away, dissipating as he rounds the corner at the end of the hallway. You stare at the empty hallway, oddly hoping that he'd return. You can't quite explain it, but you missed him, or maybe you simply miss the idea of not being alone.
"He'll be back, sweetheart," Elijah assured.
You stare at the empty hallway a moment longer before letting out a small huff and shuffling over to the couch, sitting down and pulling your knees to your chest. "Let's start with the basics. What do you think are the most obvious rules we'd implement? There's no right or wrong answer," Elijah stated.
"Uh, no escaping, and no using my powers to hurt myself or one of you." "No fighting, kicking, screaming, scratching, or punching," you listed before pausing. "I don't really know what else."
"That's okay. I know this can be overwhelming, so you might not remember all of the rules. So, I took the liberty of making a book so that you can have a reminder," Elijah explained, grabbing a book from the side table and holding it out for you to take, which you did. "Why don't you read that, and afterward we'll talk?"
You nod and open the book. You skip over the common logic rules and go straight to the harder-to-remember rules that might not seem obvious but were clearly important enough for them to make a rule of.
An hour passes, and you finish reading the rules.
"Elijah?" you spoke up, setting the book aside.
"Yes, dear?" Elijah replied, his gaze unwavering from his book.
"I'm hungry," you said softly.
He checks his watch. "It is lunchtime, and I'm hungry myself. Titus should be finishing his meeting soon. He'll join us in the dining hall. Come now, follow me; don't wander off," Elijah stated, standing up and leading the way to the dining hall downstairs.
You followed him.
"How long have you and Ursula been married?" you asked.
"How did you know we're married?" he asked.
"You both are wearing matching wedding bands," you pointed out.
He offers a small smile at your observation. Most people don't pick up on something so quickly, but you figured it out, and you barely even knew them. "Fifteen years and counting," he revealed, opening the doors to the dining room where Ursula was already sitting at the table scrolling on her phone.
You stayed by the door while he crossed the room and kissed her cheek. "Evening, love," Elijah said softly, causing the woman to smile.
"Evening, honey," Ursula replied, her gaze flicking to you by the door. "Come sit, sweetheart; I'm sure you're starving. Titus just wrapped his meeting; he'll be here in a few."
"Where do I even sit?" you asked hesitantly.
"Next to me, of course," Ursula stated, her tone matter-of-fact.
"Right, sorry," you mumbled, shuffling over to the chair next to her.
"We'll take you on a proper tour after breakfast," Elijah told you.
Just then the doors to the dining hall reopen and Titus steps in. "Apologies for being late; I had to deal with a dumbass who clearly didn't know how to do his job right. " Titus groused, crossing the room to kiss your forehead. "Seeing as I haven't gotten any calls or texts, I assume you've been a good girl, haven't you?"
You nod.
"Good, I would've hated for your first day to have ended up in the cellar." Titus remarked, taking a seat next to you. "Anyway, why has lunch not arrived? I'm not in a waiting mood today."
"No clue, but I'm starving, and I'm bored of waiting. If lunch is not ready in five minutes, I'll have to ruin my new manicure and roll some heads," Ursula retorted. As if on cue, the maids enter the dining hall with plates of food. "Oh, so nice of you to finally understand the concept of time,"
Titus and Elijah chuckle in response.
You kept quiet and didn't mention their rude remarks. It was obvious that they were people of little patience, which only further acts as a reminder to be on your best behavior until you can come up with a game plan on how to escape. As hungry as you were, your appetite seemed to have dissipated as your exhaustion became more evident.
It wasn't until you nearly face-planted into your food, which Titus stopped at the last moment, that you realized the sedative was still very much in your system. "Alright, honey, come on, let's get you back to bed. You can eat when you wake up," he soothed, easily scooping you up.
Again, you didn't fight it.
It felt oddly nice to be cared for, even if it was by someone as demented and scary as Titus Danforth, whose name brings utter fear to those who truly understand what he's capable of. "I'm sorry," you tiredly murmured, your wandering mind only making you further tired.
"Shhh, little bunny, nothing to be sorry for. I should've known it was too early to allow you out of your room. The sedative hasn't quite made its way out of your system just yet." Titus gently explained, carrying you back to your room and tucking you into bed. "Focus on resting, sweetheart. I'll check on you in a bit."
His words barely registered as darkness once again consumed you, rendering your muscles lax and your eyes closed as your head lolled off to the side, indicating that you've fallen asleep.
A small smile tugs on Titus's lips as he watches you sleep, his hand instinctively coming up to trace your jaw. "One day, very soon, you'll understand, and when that day comes, I'll be waiting," Titus pondered, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your temple before rising from the bed and walking to the door. "Sweet dreams, little witch."
With that he closes the door behind him, the lock clicking in place, a silent reminder that you were not a guest but rather a precious jewel for them to keep under lock and key.
Summary: When Faith gets entangled in her sister's issues, you get dragged along with her and find yourself entangled in a game with the Danforths.
Part 2
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For most of your life, you just wanted to be normal—to fit in. But you always knew that would never happen. It was simply out of the books; you were an outcast, a freak, someone who didn't belong.
It wasn't due to a lack of effort. You tried to fit in, but you didn't quite fit in with any of the cliché groups. You existed in between, and you were okay with that. Being alone was safer. You didn't need to rely on anyone for anything, and you certainly didn't need modern teen drama in your already complicated life.
You felt insane for even saying it, but you had magic, which sounds cool, but it isn't. You never asked for it or the burden that came with that kind of responsibility. In fact, it isolated you more than you already isolated yourself. Nobody knew, not that you really had anyone to tell. You'd probably get sent to an institution if you ever told anyone you have powers.
So you kept to yourself. It wasn't really hard because you didn't really have any family. You lost them when you were seven in a car crash. It was late at night; you were at a sleepover, and they had gone out on a much-needed night out. The night was clear, and they were still bathing in the bliss of a child-free night when all of a sudden that drunk driver came out of nowhere and ran them off the road.
That very morning, the police came and took you away. You went into the system, and it all snowballed from there. You went from one foster home to the next, never quite fitting into a home. You were either too quiet or too odd, which is why no home ever lasted more than a year until you met Stacy, your foster mom.
Stacy was your rock, and you've been happily staying with her for the past two years. In fact, she was in the midst of adopting you. Which is something you never thought would happen, but it was happening, and you couldn't be happier because it meant that the stability you spent two years building was finally worth it.
It meant that you'd be able to stay with your best friend, Faith MacCaullay, who also grew up in the system. Which is how you two bonded, swapping shitty foster care experiences. Despite the six-year age gap between the two of you, the friendship blossomed. She took you under her wing, treated you like a sister, and, like sisters, you two hung out all the time.
So every Friday night, you met up at her place for what you two dubbed Friendship Fridays, a day where you and Faith would eat way too much junk food, watch movies, and fill each other in on what happened in the week. That night was like any other Friday; your foster mother dropped you off at her place at six PM on the dot, and you changed into pajamas and got comfortable in bed as the two of you talked about your weeks while endlessly scrolling on the TV, attempting to find something good to watch.
You two settled on a classic horror flick and dozed off halfway through the film, like usual. However, you steer away when you feel the overwhelming pressure of your bladder calling for you to relieve yourself, so you paddle off to the bathroom. Seconds later, the door suddenly burst open, causing Faith to jolt away.
"What the⎼HELP!" Faith screamed as three masked people rushed in, quickly grabbed her, and injected her with some sort of sedative that knocked her out.
The toilet happened to flush at the wrong time, alerting the intruders that Faith wasn't alone. You hurriedly climb out of the window and set off into the dark alley with two of the intruders after you. You hoped that maybe if you made noise, people would hear and try to help, or that by some chance it'd scare them off and make them leave you alone, so as loudly as you could, you screamed.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP! THEY'RE TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!"
That only angered one of the masked individuals, who withdrew their gun. "They only wanted the older one. She's collateral," one man gruffly exclaimed, shooting at you. You yelped in fear and gasped in pain as a stray bullet grazed your arm, causing you to instinctively throw your arm out to use your magic.
The alleyway dumpster gets encased in a light blue glow and telekinetically slides across the narrow alley, hitting the armed kidnapper, pinning him against the wet stone wall. He shrills in pain. Guilt washes over you, but you don't stop; if you do, it might allow them to capture you and finish the job.
You disappear around the corner, using your magic to encase yourself in an invisible glow, camouflaging you into your surroundings and allowing you to crawl under a car and hide as a precaution. They searched the area for several minutes before making a panicked phone call to what you can only assume is this boss, who sounded livid on the other end.
By the time you got home, you were tired and hungry, your legs ached, and your skin was icy cold, but just when you thought you were safe in the safety of your own home, you noticed two unmarked SUVs parked in front of your foster home. Still cloaked, you move to the living room window and listen in.
There was a tall white man in his late 40s to early 50s, dressed in black clothes, with short, wild, and wavy greying hair. His eyes were hazel but held a darkness within them, one that sent a shiver down your spine.
Beside him was a woman, his sister, you assumed. She looked about the same age, dressed in similar black clothing with a white button-up. She was holding what appeared to be a suitcase, and they were talking—no, they were making a deal.
"A hundred thousand dollars, and we'll give her a good home. Our lawyer will deal with the legality of it all, but you'd be doing her a great favor," the woman told Stacy, your foster mother for the past two years.
She wouldn't sell you out to total strangers. Stacy loved you, or so you thought. That one left her lips and shattered your heart. "Deal," Stacy agreed, taking the suitcase into her hands. Your eyes ached as hot tears rolled down your pale, cold face. How could she just sell you to strangers, not knowing what they wanted from you or what they'd do to you?
That sadness quickly boiled into anger, and you lashed out, using your magic to shatter the chandelier above them. The glass crashes down from above, narrowly missing them as they jump out of the way.
"What the fuck?!" Stacy exclaimed.
"She's here; I can feel it," the blonde woman smirked, her eyes wandering the room until she saw a light glimmer outside the window. "Gotcha, little bunny,"
"She's outside!" the man exclaimed.
You took off down the street and didn't turn back. You left behind your things, not that you really had much to begin with. The only friend you ever really had was Faith, and she was gone now, too, so there was really no reason for you to stick around. The only thing left to do was leave, get a fresh start, and do what you and Faith always promised each other you'd do, but it was hard, seeing as you had nothing.
You'd get by, you told yourself.
You always did, and this would be no exception; you could steal food when you're cloaked and pickpocket people to save up money for a train ride out of town. You'll get by; it'll be fine. It's always fine; you just have to have a little faith.
Three Days Later:
You had managed to stay under the Danforth's radar for three days and scrounge up enough money for a train ride out of town and at least a week's worth of money for a motel. You didn't think it was possible, but freedom was so close, which made it surprising that you, a nobody, were able to hide from the Danforths, an extremely rich family involved in a cult, but you did.
As you walked toward your train, you heard his voice echo across the station, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ladies and gentlemen, pack up your shit and get the fuck out, please," Titus's voice came out sharp over the intercom.
The people occupying the substation began complaining, but nobody dared disobey Titus Danforth. "Fuck," you muttered, rushing to catch your train, but the doors closed. "Damn it!" Your voice echoed in the now-empty place, leaving you alone with Titus, or so you thought.
"Well, if it isn't our little bunny," Ursula purred.
You freeze and turn to see her leaning against a pillar by the exit. "Come on, kiddo, don't test my patience. I can be really nice if you're a good girl," Titus stated, walking away from his position at the reception desk so he could get closer to your position and box you in with Ursula's help. You, however, were not going down without a fight. With the magic coursing through your veins, you conjure up two light daggers and stumble back, moving towards the bathrooms away from them. "Please, just...please let me go." Your voice trembled.
"I'm afraid we can't do that, sweetheart. Mr. La Bail has seemingly taken up quite an interest in you," Elijah, the lawyer for the high council families and husband to Ursula Danforth, spoke up. His hands were behind his back as he stood tall with his suit perfectly pressed, and the golden La Bail clip glinted in the light as he remained stationary in his position at the bathrooms.
Your breathing hitches, and your gaze flickers to the front door. Before you could even think twice, you're already sprinting to it, and Titus is after you. "Fucking kids," Titus cursed, his long legs eating up the distance quicker than you can ever reach the door.
Your shrill echoes along the empty room when his strong arms wrap around your tiny waist and lift you from the floor. "Let me go, you old pigeon-legged bastard!" you swore, attempting to fight back.
"You brat!" Titus spat.
"Make me, cunt!" You shot back, kicking off the pillar, sending you both tumbling to the floor. Once his arms released your waist, you stumbled back up and side-tucked out of the direction in which Ursula shot a dark tranquilizer at you, which hit a guard.
"Missed me, bitch!" You mocked, throwing a light dagger in her direction.
"Someone has to teach you manners," Ursula scowled.
You threw your arm out, causing a trash can to be encased in your magic and crash into her side, sending her tumbling to the floor, but she barely faltered. Instead, she aimed her gun and shot you straight in the shoulder with a dart. "Son of a—" you slurred, stumbling as the world around you began to spin. As your legs cave, Titus catches you and wraps you in his sweater.
"Shh, don't fight it, little one." Titus coaxed, tucking a wild strand of your hair out of your face. Ursula walks over with a vicious smirk plastered on her face as her husband joins her side. "Nice shot, sis," Titus praised his twin.
"Thank you," Ursula boasted.
He scoops you up as your eyes flutter shut, and your head lolls against his chest as whatever drug was in the vial takes over and brings you into a world of darkness. "Atta girl," Titus muttered approvingly, his hold on you strengthening as he walked to the front door. "Clear out!" He ordered.
"The little minx put up more of a fight than I thought," Ursula mused.
"She had quite the mouth on her," Elijah added.
"She does, doesn't she? I guess we'll have to correct that," Titus agreed.
"Oh, what fun," Ursula chuckled.
As they neared the car, their chauffeur opened the door for them. Titus steps in first, settling your unconscious body on the backseat. "Such powers in such a small girl," he murmured admiringly, his eyes gleaming with the endless possibilities of how to make you loyal to him. It wouldn't be hard; you were alone and betrayed, and he knew how to weaponize those things against you.
All it would take was a little time. A little time to show you that living with them was better than anything a foster home could give. A little time to show you that you'd want for nothing. A little time to show you the way, the right way, his way. He just needed a little patience, something he lacked, but he was willing to learn for you. After all, you were his future; you just didn't know it yet.
Soon, he told himself. But once that day comes, he'll be unstoppable, and he'll be ready for it.
A/N: Kinda hate how this chapter turned out, but I promised to update and ended up not doing so. So here's a 3,500 word apology. Would've been out sooner, but I struggled with the beginning. Anyway, enjoy!
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Jack didn't sleep much that night. An hour or so here and there, mostly staying with Robby while periodically checking on Rosie every couple of hours when he'd hear whimpers from her room. He's fallen into a hybrid schedule, attempting not to stray too far from his usual sleep schedule.
It wasn't until 5:30 that Jack started making breakfast for everyone, a habit they've incorporated into their schedules in an attempt to create a routine that Rosie could fall back on when things got overwhelming. Having a solid routine would build a sense of normalcy for a displaced child like her, which would hopefully ease her into feeling at home with them.
By 6 AM, Robby was awake, dressed in his scrubs, nursing a cup of coffee as Jack finished up cooking the gravy for their biscuits. Robby and Jack were talking and enjoying a quiet moment when Rosie sluggishly shuffled into the dining room, rubbing her eyes.
"Food," She murmured, shuffling over to Robby, who was leaning against the counter while Jack turned off the stove and plated the food. She raises her arms, and Robby sets his coffee cup down so he can pick her up.
"Hey, bunny, how did you sleep?" Robby said softly.
"Alright," She yawns, nuzzling her face into his shoulder.
Robby smiles and enjoys the sweet, rare, snuggly moment that she allowed. "Alright, breakfast is ready," Jack stated, taking the plates to the table and filling her cup with cold, sweet tea.
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By 6:30, Robby was saying his goodbyes, much to Rosie's dismay. "I don't want you to go," She murmured, clinging to Robby. Robby sighs, offering a small, sad smile. He didn't want to go either; he would stay all day to hold her if he could, but he had work.
"I know, baby, but I've gotta work," Robby explained.
"Don't go," She whispered, giving him the saddest eyes.
"Honey," Robby's voice faltered, his heart breaking at the sight.
"Please," Her voice breaks.
"Baby, I've gotta go to work, but I'll be home just like I promised, and then we can have a family dinner, and I can read you a bedtime story." Robby tried to explain, looking at Jack for some help.
"Promise?" She asked quietly.
"Pinky swear," Robby promised, offering his pinky. She locks their pinkies together, and Robby tightly hugs her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you, sweet pea,"
Rosie doesn't say it back; she never did. It's not that she didn't love them; she did, they could see that, but they were still new in her life, and it'd take her a while to say it back, if she ever would, that is.
"I'll miss you," She mumbled.
"I'll miss you too, sweetie, but you can always tap your bracelet, and I'll tap back. Now, I've gotta go to work before I'm late, but be good for Jack," Robby said softly. He presses a final kiss to her forehead, and Jack picks her up, allowing Robby to leave for work.
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2:00 PM - The Mall
Rosie sat silently in the backseat, watching the world pass by as Jack drove them to the mall to meet with Dana Evans, the day shift charge nurse, who was currently taking a break from working. "Rosie, honey, are you with me?" Jack asked softly, causing the young girl to snap out of her thoughts.
She let out a quiet hum, zoning her attention in on Jack, who was in the driver's seat, pulling up into the mall parking lot. "I was just saying that while we wait for Dana to arrive, we need to go over some rules," Jack gently explained, finding some handicap parking closer to the entrance. Usually, he didn't mind parking regularly; he liked walking anyway, but his leg was particularly bothering him today.
So he wore heavier layers to block out the cold and had his crutches in the car just in case. Jack turns off the SUV and unbuckles, turning to face Rosie in the back seat. "Okay, if we're doing this, I have a few rules. Rule one: You always stay within mine and Dana's line of sight. Rule two: when we leave the car and are outside, you hold my hand because drivers are crazy and I don't trust them. Rule three: you do not talk to strangers, ever, unless I am next to you. Rule four: You never go with anyone unless they know the code word, or we explicitly tell you that they are safe to go with. Lastly, rule five: when I say we leave, no arguing, we're going home. Understood?" Jack explained.
"Understood," Rosie replied.
"Good, Dana should be here soon, but we're gonna head in early and get a snack to share," Jack told her, stepping out of the car and walking around to Rosie's side. He opens the door and reaches in to unbuckle her when a loud voice cuts through the air.
"Hey, asshole! You can't park there, other people actually need it!" A man in his truck yelled. It was clear the guy wanted the spot as well, and didn't give a crap that Jack was with his kid.
Jack rolls his eyes and lifts his sweats to show the prosthetic. "Go get a life, asshole!" Jack shot back, turning his attention back to Rosie, unbuckling her. The guy scoffs and drives away. "Come on, sweetie, let's get inside," He said gently, helping her out of the car.
"Can we get a pretzel?" Rosie asked, taking Jack's hand as he locked the car and guided her inside the mall, keeping a gentle yet firm hold on her hand. "We can get whatever you want, princess, within reason, that is," Jack chuckled.
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4:00 PM - Ice Cream Shop
Jack and Rosie were sitting in a corner booth of a cozy ice cream shop not too far from their house. After the whole mall ordeal, Jack wanted to make it up to Rosie with some ice cream, which he hoped would soften the heavy conversation they were about to have.
"Okay, so Bunny, do you remember when Robby and I said we'd have to have an important conversation after your first month?" Jack spoke up, attempting to break the ice of the conversation.
Rosie hums, a spoonful of ice cream already in her mouth as she happily kicks her feet back and forth.
"Well, Robby and I wanted to give you some time to adjust to being home before we talked about therapy," Jack said softly, closely monitoring her reaction. Rosie's legs stop swinging, and her shoulders drop, her ice cream suddenly becoming forgotten.
"Oh," Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Yeah," Jack sighed, offering a small sympathetic smile.
"Do you go to therapy?" Rosie asked hesitantly.
"Once a week, and so does Robby," Jack told her.
"Does it help?" She questioned.
"You know, it took some time, but it really does, baby girl," He admits.
"Do I have to?" She murmured, her gaze dropping to the ice cream.
"We want you to try, Rosie. I know it's uncomfortable and hard, and it's gonna bring up a lot of bad memories, but it's important to try." Jack encouraged.
"How many sessions do I have to attend?" She sighed in defeat.
"We wanna try four to start with," He replied.
"Four!" She whined.
"To start with, and then we'll have a conversation about more, or maybe finding a different therapist. Sometimes you need to find a therapist who clicks with you. It took me a couple of tries to find one who connected with me, but once I did, things just felt easier," He explained.
"But why four sessions?" Rosie asked.
"Well, once I found the right therapist, it took me four sessions for things to feel a little better. It'll take quite some time for things to feel even remotely normal, but we've got plenty of time," Jack replied.
"Why do you say that?" She questioned.
"Say what?" He asked.
"Say we have time like you're gonna keep me," She stated.
"Rosie, honey, you're not going anywhere," Jack assured.
"Everyone says that, they lie, everybody lies," She sighed.
"You know what they say, right? Actions speak louder than words, so rather than us telling you we have time, let us prove to you that you're not temporary." Jack promised.
"Okay," She conceded.
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6:30 PM - Robinavitch-Abbot Dining Room
Rosie was already dressed in pajamas and struggling to stay awake at the dinner table, halfway through her spaghetti. Her head lolls backward again, and Jack reaches out, stopping it from hitting the chair. "Okay, I think that is enough for the night, baby girl," Jack sighed, pushing his seat back and grabbing a napkin, wiping her face clean before lifting her in his arms.
She whines, her eyes opening for a moment before ultimately fluttering shut. "I know, baby, I know. Today was a lot, but we made it through the day. Now it's time to sleep and recharge our battery," Jack told her.
"But Robby," She murmured.
"Don't fight it, baby, just close your eyes and listen to your body," Jack soothed, his hand gently rubbing her back as her body quickly became limp in his arms. "Shhh, that's right, just sleep, you're okay, you're safe, you're home, this is your home, and I'm not going anywhere. Nobody is. Not me, not Robby, and most certainly not you,"
She mumbles something incoherent, shifting her head ever so slightly before melting completely. Jack presses a chaste kiss to her forehead. "There we go, muffin," He mumbles, slowly making his way to her room and settling in the rocking chair so he can soak up the moment with her.
With one foot firmly planted on the floor, he slowly rocks the chair back and forth while keeping her closely tucked into his arms.
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7:30 PM - Rosie's Room
Jack hears the familiar sound of Robby's keys jingling at the front door before finally hearing Robby step into the house. "Rosie?! Jack?!" Robby called out in confusion, seeing the plates still at the table, but no sight of his husband or their daughter.
"In the room," Jack called back, attempting not to be too loud so that Rosie wouldn't wake up. She let out a whine, but doesn't shift.
Robby's steps echo in the hall, getting closer to her bedroom, before he appears in the doorframe, leaning against it. "She tried to hold out for you, but she had a big day and could barely keep her eyes open for dinner," Jack said softly. Robby offers a tired smile and crosses the room to kiss his husband.
"That's fine, how was shopping?" Robby asked, delicately tucking a strand of her curly hair out of her face, his thumb lightly grazing her pale cheek.
"It was all right for the most part. We had the long-awaited therapy talk and ate some ice cream before coming home to unpack. I got Rosie to take a short 40-minute nap. We put a load of laundry in the washer. While it was washing, Rosie and I cuddled for some time before taking a nap after watching a movie," Jack told him, intentionally leaving out the part where Rosie got overstimulated and almost had a panic attack.
Robby hums.
"Sure, you didn't leave anything out?" He inquired.
"Dana snitched, didn't she?" Jack groaned.
"Yeah, but you calmed her down, Rosie's fine now," Robby assured.
"Doesn't make me feel any better. I knew the mall was a lot for her; she should've just ordered it at Walmart and picked it up," Jack muttered, holding Rosie slightly tighter, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she peacefully slept in the warmth and safety of his arms.
"Alright, well, I'll let you soak up some Rosie cuddles while I take a quick shower, then we can tuck her into bed together, eat some dinner, and spend some quality time together," Robby said softly, pecking Jack's lips and shuffling out.
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After the quick shower, Robby dressed in sweats and a loose t-shirt. He re-enters Rosie's room and finds Jack with his eyes closed, eventually breathing in the rocking chair, one hand limply on their daughter's back while the other hangs off the chair. Rosie, on the other hand, was once again awake but stayed contentedly in Jack's arms.
It wasn't often that she allowed herself to have prolonged physical contact, as she was still trying to get used to the fact that they indeed seemed like they were to keep her. She wasn't just temporary or a quick chore they picked up to feel better about themselves. She was their daughter, and while it took her some time to understand that, she would allow herself this simple comfort, hoping that they would continue to offer her genuine affection, as they had been doing.
"Jack fell asleep," Rosie said softly.
"I can see that," Robby chuckled.
"I don't wanna wake him, but if he sleeps sitting upright for more than an hour, his back and neck start hurting," Rosie told him.
"You're a very observant girl, kiddo," Robby noted, walking over to the chair. "Jack's had you all day, but do you want to stay with him in the chair, or do you want me to tuck you into bed and read a story?"
Rosie reaches her arms out to him. "Story"
Robby scoops her up into his arms and carries her to the bed, tucking her into the comfort of her bed. Robby notices the new blanket in a bag by the bed, a thick knitted weighted blanket. "Oh, did Jack get you a new blankie?" Robby asked, grabbing it from the bag.
Rosie nods, sitting up.
"He said I can get whatever I want in the store within reason. So I got a weighted blanket because I read they can help with nightmares," Rosie admits. Robby hums, covering her up with the weighted blanket as well.
"Are you nice and cozy?" Robby asked.
"Very," She replied.
"Okay, Peter Rabbit or Paddington?" Robby offered.
"Paddington, please," Rosie asked softly.
"Paddington, it is," Robby replied.
Robby settles next to her, and Rosie scoots closer, holding her Grumpy Bear Care Bear close to her chest. Robby picks up where Jack left off the other night and reads until she falls asleep, which was a chapter and a half in. He marks the book when she falls asleep and continues, wanting to soak up what little time he has with her in the moment.
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Jack groans in the chair, slowly blinking as he takes in his surroundings. He quickly jolts up when he realizes Rosie isn't with him. "Relax, papa bear, our little flower is sleeping. I just tucked her in," Robby chuckled from his spot by the bookshelf. He puts the book back in its place and crosses the short distance to the chair.
"Come on, my love, let's go to bed." Robby offered, holding out his hands for Jack to take, which he did. Robby pulls him up and wraps his arms around Jack's waist, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Jack leans into the warmth of his husband, resting his head against Robby's shoulder.
"Tired?" Robby mused.
"Very," Jack mumbled.
"Let's eat, and then you can take a two-hour nap; that way we don't fuck up your sleep schedule since you've gotta come into work tonight," Robby told him.
"That works," Jack murmured.
Robby guides Jack out of their daughter's bedroom and into the living room. He pushes down on Jack's shoulders, making the man sit in the chair so that he can warm up their food. While Robby was warming up the food, Jack could see Robby's furrowed brows, indicating that he was thinking about something that bothered him.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked softly.
"What makes you think something's wrong?" Robby inquired.
"Crinkle in your brow," Jack pointed out.
"Fucking crinkle," Robby muttered.
"What's bothering you?" Jack repeated.
"Nothing," Robby huffed.
"Something's clearly bothering you," Jack pushed.
"I said it's fucking nothing," Robby snapped.
"Hey, nuh uh, absolutely fucking not, you do not get to snap anymore. We're parents, we have a child, which means we don't get to lose our shit anymore, and if Rosie were to walk in, she'd be scared of you," Jack affirmed.
"Well, I don't want to talk about it right now," Robby sighed.
"Okay, we won't talk about it," Jack conceded.
"Thank you," Robby muttered, turning off the stove.
Robby plates the food and joins Jack at the table, neither speaking a word to one another as they eat.
"Are you mad I had the conversation without you?" Jack asked.
"No," Robby sighed, running a hand over his head.
"But it has to do with Rosie and me," Jack noted.
"No," Robby denied, the crinkle returning.
"Oh my god, you're jealous," Jack realized, chuckling to himself.
"I am not," Robby scoffed.
"Crinkle. Why the hell are you jealous?" Jack asked.
"Because Rosie loves you more than me," Robby shot back.
"That's not true," Jack corrected.
"It is true. You and Rosie go out, and you do bedtime stories, and she's not as guarded with you. I am the enemy within. She looks at you like you're the sun, and she looks through me," Robby explained.
Jack stays silent.
Robby rolls his eyes, gets up, rinses his plate off, and puts it up. "I'm going to bed," He muttered, walking down the hall.
Jack sighs and takes his time finishing his food, attempting to give himself some time to collect his thoughts so he can talk to Robby without starting a fight. Once he finishes eating, he cleans up and checks on Rosie one last time. She was still peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of the argument that just happened.
Robby was already lying in bed, his back turned to the door. Jack sits on the bed and pulls off his prosthetic leg, leaning it against the nightstand before settling in bed and wrapping his arm around Robby's waist.
"I don't know where this jealousy is coming from, but I know that I don't like it. Rosie adores you. Hell, it was just yesterday that Rosie ran to you in the hospital with utter excitement. She asks about you all the time, Robby. So why don't you tell me what this is really about, and we can fix it because it's more than just Rosie and me," Jack said softly, lightly rubbing Robby's side while pressing soft kisses to his neck.
Robby let out a small sigh before shifting to lie on his back. "I was talking to a patient today, and she asked me if I had any kids. I said I have a daughter. She looked somewhat shocked and amused, commenting that I didn't seem like the commitment type, much less someone who has a kid," Robby said, pouring out the truth of what was bothering him.
"So that's what this is about? Some stranger spouting absolute bullshit. You're an amazing husband and a good father. Rosie loves you, and so do I. That woman knows nothing about you. Don't listen to her," Jack stated.
"I know it shouldn't bother me, but it did, and it got me thinking how much more you have this handled than I. Rosie doesn't even need to tell you what she needs, but you know what she needs anyway. What if I never get that feeling, that intuition? Am I even a parent if I don't even know what my kid wants?" Robby confessed.
"Honey, listen to me. You are a great father. So what, some bitch made some snide comment about a total fucking stranger. Ignore her. You have always followed your gut, you know what Rosie wants, you know what she needs, but you let doubt cloud your mind. You're not wrong. Rosie is a little closer than I am, but it's not because she doesn't love you," Jack told him.
"Then what is it?" Robby asked.
"I think, and I don't know this for sure, but I think Rosie remembers me from what happened. Whether it's knowingly or subconsciously, she seeks my presence because she seeks familiarity. It's a trauma response, honey, I don't even think she realizes she's doing it," Jack clarified.
"You're right. I shouldn't let some stranger fuck with my head, and maybe Rosie seeks you out without realizing it, but I also want to be that person, the one she seeks out," Robby admits.
"I know, and you will," Jack assured.
"You really think so?" Robby asked.
"I know so, now let's get some sleep, love," Jack said softly.
Robby gave a slight nod and shifted onto his side to spoon Jack, who quickly reset his alarm and brought Robby's hand up to his lips, kissing it. "Hey, you know I love you, right?" Jack asked.
"I love you too," Robby mumbles, kissing Jack's neck.
With that, the two drift off into a peaceful slumber, keeping each other close to ease the ache that burns in their hearts. They knew that parenting wouldn't be easy. In fact, they planned for it to be hard, especially for a girl who's suffered as much as Rosie, but sometimes even life had a cruel way of reminding them that you can never be truly prepared.
hi! A fan here. Are you planning to write more chapters of Rabbot and their foster daughter? I love it and just wanted to know if it's finished or if there will be more ♥️
Yes I do plan on writing more. I got sick and haven't felt up to writing, but I'm starting to get better. So expect lots of Rabbot and Rosie. I plan on posting either late tonight or evening tomorrow, unless my fever spikes again. Thank you so much for the support!
A/N: Sorry this one's a little long. I meant to post it sooner, but kept crying whenever I was proofreading it. Also a trigger warning because there are mentions of abuse towards the end of the chapter. Anyway, enjoy! Again, sorry for the long await.
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It had been a month since Robby and Jack started their fostering journey, and it had been pretty rough, but the couple had been slowly getting into the rhythm. Though Robby was struggling to adjust more than Jack, between dealing with the nightmares, Jack finding her hidden food stash, and them trying to get Rosie comfortable with them around, Robby was exhausted.
Jack had started working a week prior, which gave Robby some adjustment time with Rosie during the nights. Robby struggled with that, seeing as Rosie struggled to adjust to a proper sleeping schedule.
Which leads to now, Rosie fast asleep in the backseat of Jack's truck, head resting against the cold window with her lips slightly parted as she breathed evenly. The stuffed bunny had fallen from her grip long ago and was on the floorboard of the car. Robby hesitantly turns off the car as if he's afraid the simple action would wake her, but she didn't even stir.
Carefully, he exits the car and walks over to the back seat, grabbing the stuffed bunny before unbuckling her and lifting her with practiced ease. She let out a soft whine, fingers twitching slightly, but easily settled.
"There we go, good girl," Robby muttered, closing the back door and locking the car before making his way up the steps, unlocking his door, and entering the quiet house. Quickly closing and locking the door behind him, he kicks off his shoes, abandoning them by the door, and sets off for Rosie's room.
Entering the room, he doesn't bother flickering on the light to see, as the nightlight gives him enough visibility to get her back to bed. Robby delicately lays Rosie in bed, tucking her stuffed bunny under her arm and pulling the blanket up to cover her snugly.
She let out a heavy sigh in her sleep.
Robby's lips twitch up into a small smile, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before leaving her room. The door remained ajar, allowing her to feel a sense of privacy without making her feel trapped in the room.
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Robby woke up to his 5:50 AM alarm and moved through the motions of his routine. He starts by eating a quick meal, usually a granola bar, but has been trying to start the healthy habit of actually getting food into his system, so he ate a premade jar of yogurt parfait, adding granola after the fact because he hates soggy granola.
After a quick breakfast, he continues his routine, which consists of brushing his teeth, changing, and styling his hair, although it usually ends up a mess by the end of his shift anyway. Robby's out the door by 6:30 sharp, buckles Rosie in the back, slips on her slippers, and is off to work.
He arrives at PTMC at 6:40. Traffic seemed a little slower today than usual, but he doesn't mind; he has time to spare. By 6:50, Robby was in the Pitt, ready for the shift change; it was as if he had never left.
Jack gave Robby the routine rundown, allowing him to hold Rosie for one final moment. "I love you, Bunny," Robby said softly, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead and handing her off to Jack.
"How was last night?" Jack asked softly.
"A little rough, but she settled before 10," Robby replied.
Rosie shifts for a moment, and Jack adjusts his hold on her. "Well, she's adjusting quicker than we both thought she was, but it's gonna take us time to put a dent in her abandonment issues. She still thinks that we're gonna leave her," Jack noted. Rosie shifts again. This time, she lifts her head, disoriented from not waking up in her bed.
"Shh, you're alright, baby, we're just doing hand off like we talked about, remember?" Jack soothed. She gave a slight nod and rubbed the last bit of sleep out of her eyes. Her eyes flicker around the huge place, and she sees many people give her small glances.
"I have to potty," She murmured shyly.
"Okay, well, I can⎼" Robby began.
"No," She squeaked out, clinging to Jack.
"That's okay, how about a female?" Robby assured.
She nods.
Robby glances around and sees Heather Collins exiting a patient's room. "I'll be back in a second," Robby told them, walking over to Heather. "Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"Depends," She replied.
"Rosie needs to use the bathroom, but won't let me or Jack escort her. Could you please take her? She still gets really skiddish about those sorts of things," Robby explained.
"Wait, she's here now?" She perked up.
"Yeah, over by⎼"
Before he could finish his sentence, she had walked away from him and to Jack, who sat Rosie on the floor. Heather bends down to her level with a smile and introduces herself. Rosie lit up when she remembered Heather's name as one of his coworkers who made her a gift basket. Heather offered her hand, and Rosie took it, happily chattering with the woman as Heather took her to the bathroom.
Jack stood there, dumbfounded at how easily Rosie was able to accept a hand from a stranger. It made Jack wonder if her trauma was only associated with men. A few moments pass, and Heather returns with Rosie, who was giggling at something the older woman said.
"And here we are. It was a pleasure meeting you, sweetheart." Heather said softly, releasing the kid's hand. Rosie thanked her, and Jack scooped her back up.
"Alright, let's go get food because I'm starving," Jack said softly.
"Bye, Robby!" Rosie called out, waving at him as he talked to Mel.
"Bye, Bunny, be good for Jack," Robby softly called back.
Jack carries her out, and Rosie rests her head on his shoulder.
"I missed you," She murmured in his shoulder.
"I missed you, too, baby," Jack said gently, kissing her forehead.
He reaches his truck and buckles her in the car seat before moving to the driver's seat, setting his backpack in the passenger's seat while starting the car. Rosie yawns in the backseat, stretching in her seat.
"Still tired, sweetheart?" Jack asked softly.
"No. How was work?" She replied.
"You know it was rough, but everything is much better now that I'm with you. Thank you for asking," Jack told her. It didn't take long for the truck to warm up since Robby just used it. With that, they were off to their home. Rosie dozed slightly in the backseat, the drive taking them a little longer now that the day was in full motion.
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1:30 PM
Jack slept on the couch, while Rosie did her schoolwork at the coffee table. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but he had a rough shift and was exhausted. Rosie fiddled with her bond touch bracelet, a gift from Robby, who brought the item to soothe any nerves she might've had about returning to work. It allowed the three of them to stay connected in their own little way without adding any pressure on Rosie to use it. To her, it was just simply there in case she ever wanted to check in.
Hesitantly, she taps it.
Meanwhile, in the Pitt:
Robby was charting in his downtime, with Samira Mohan nearby, when his bracelet lit up. Robby lightly smiles and taps in return.
"What's that?" Samira spoke up.
"It's a touch bracelet. You tap it, and someone with a matching pair will feel it. I got it to help soothe Rosie's nerves. That way, if she misses Jack and me while we're at work, she can tap it, and we'd both feel it and tap back," Robby explained.
"Sort of like a silent, I'm still here," She replied.
"Exactly, Rosie's still struggling with her emotions," Robby admits.
"You guys really got this whole dad thing down," She noted.
"Jack has it down, I'm just trying to catch up," He replied.
"I'm sure that's not true, you run an ED, it can't be that hard to raise a 12-year-old," She replied, earning a chuckle from Robby.
"I'll be sure to remind you that when you have kids," Robby joked.
"As if," She playfully scoffed.
"Never say never, I know I did, and look at me now," He stated.
"You know what, maybe I will have a kid instead of being in a retirement home," She replied, logging out and walking away, completely ignoring how Robby's mouth was agape in shock.
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5:30 PM
Jack woke up with a slight jolt, finding himself covered on the couch, TV still running in the background. The cooking show he had put on before falling asleep was no longer playing, but rather a cartoon.
Rosie was sleeping next to him, pillow touching his arm. Jack's lips twitched up into a small smile, baby steps, he reminded himself. Typically, if she took a nap around them, it would be on the other side of the couch away from them, but here she was close enough to feel comfortable and safe but far enough to keep a respectable distance, almost as if she was scared to get too close.
He runs a hand over his face with a sigh and checks his watch to check the time. "Damn it," He muttered to himself. It was already half past five, which is when he usually wakes up, but he was supposed to be watching Rosie, not the other way around.
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7:00 PM
Jack and Rosie walk hand in hand into the chaos of the ED. The day shift was handing things off to the night shift, and the first person to notice their presence was one of the night shift attendings, John Shen. "I thought you had the night off?" He questioned, sipping his iced coffee.
"I do," Jack replied.
Hearing the voice of his husband, Robby pauses his conversation with Santos and turns slightly. "Robby!" Rosie excitedly exclaimed, running to him. Robby chuckles and scoops her up once she gets close enough.
"There's my girl," Robby smiles and kisses her temple, holding her close. "I didn't know you were coming, bunny,"
"It was a surprise," She beamed.
"Of course it was," Robby teased her, adjusting her so that she was on his hip. She was still small for her age. Standing at 4'7 and only weighing 60 pounds. Which still concerns them, but they were making progress. Santos stood off to the side, watching his boss and daughter with hesitancy. She had been there for six months and was still trying to find her place.
"Santos, this is Rosie, my daughter. Rosie, this is Trinity Santos, one of my interns," Robby introduced. The young girl, shyly, hides her face in the crook of his neck, slightly peeking out.
"Hi," She said meekly.
"Hi," Santos replied.
Robby and Jack introduce Rosie to some of their friends in the ED before calling it a day and heading home, not wanting to overwhelm the girl too much.
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8:30 PM
"Rosie, honey, it's time to get ready for bed. Brush your teeth and change into your night clothes. Robby and I will be in there in a few," Jack called out from the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher.
"Okay," She softly called back.
Robby enters the kitchen after having finished his shower. He was wearing a hoodie and sweats. He grabs a cold water and settles on the couch. Then finally, after a few minutes, Rosie calls out, "Okay, I'm ready!"
Jack and Robby head into her room to finish their night routine with Rosie, a bedtime story, something that has become a ritual in the Robinavitch Abbot home. It was one of the few ways they could get Rosie to sleep besides driving around in the car.
Rosie was already sitting on the bed, blanket on her lap, a stuffed animal tucked under her arm, with her Rabbit book sitting in front of her. Jack grabs the book from her bed and returns it to the bookshelf, grabbing Paddington.
"How about Paddington?" Jack offered.
"No, Peter Rabbit," Rosie insisted.
"Rosie, baby, we've already read all of Peter Rabbit. We've gotta try new things," Jack softly encouraged.
"Peter Rabbit," She repeated.
"Okay, how about this? We read two chapters of Paddington, and if you don't like it, then we can go back and read Peter Rabbit," He tried.
Rosie bit her lip in thought before nodding. "Okay,"
"Atta girl, now do you want Robby to tuck you in first, and I read, or do you wanna be in the rocking chair with Robby?" Jack asked.
"Rocking chair," She replied.
Robby scoops her up and presses a kiss to the top of her hair before settling in the rocking chair. Jack settles in the window seat and opens the book, clears his throat, and begins, "Chapter One, please look after this bear."
As Jack continued, he'd change his voice from gruffy for Mr. Brown, soft for Mrs. Brown, and light and playful for Paddington. Robby felt Rosie's breathing even out against him, her grip on his shirt loosened before falling completely. He catches her wrist and gently lowers it in an attempt not to jolt her from her almost sleeping state.
In the background, light rain echoes from the Bluetooth device on the shelf, which mixed with the words of the story, thus lulling Rosie to sleep. Jack's gaze flickered up from the book, seeing her fast asleep, stuffed bunny tucked under her arm. Despite her being asleep, he marks the page and continues to the end of the second chapter before closing it.
"Well, that was a success," Robby lightly joked, his hand gently rubbing her back as he continued to rock in the chair. His gaze flickers down to observe her fragile form. "I really wish we had gotten her sooner," He sighed, his tone changing from light and playful to almost mournful. His thumb lightly brushes against her delicate cheek before placing another kiss on her forehead.
"So do I, but we've got her now, and she's safe," Jack assured.
Robby nods, closing his eyes to take in the moment. In the month that she's been with them, Robby's heart has never felt fuller, but there is a deep sense of longing he craves. Rosie's their foster, and he needs that permanency. He wants her to be his Rosie; he wants to make sure nobody can take away his little sunshine from him and Jack.
Robby has to remind himself of the baby steps.
One day, he says, repeating it over and over to himself as if saying a prayer, asking for whatever's out there in the universe to grant him and Jack just this one thing.
Robby had a complicated relationship with god, but if there ever were a reason to believe, it'd be Rosie, because what were the chances that the little girl clinging to life four years ago found her way to Jack, to him. They were impossible, then again, she was the impossible. She wasn't supposed to survive that night, lying in the snow, half frozen, skull cracked, found by strangers, only to end up in the ED on what was supposed to be Jack's night off.
Robby remembers the night that Jack came home from work, more broken than when he left. Then they got that one call, and everything changed. Suddenly, the girl that Jack spent weeks in the ED with was their foster.
What were the chances?
People like him and Jack weren't allowed things that'd make them happy. It was the small things they reveled in, the small things that sustained them, but by some sliver of a chance, they got her, the one that got away, and they'd be damn sure she never got away again.
"Come on, let's tuck her in, my love," Jack said soothingly, walking over to Robby and gently running his fingers through his hair. "I know, god, I know Robby, it hurts me too," His voice was barely a whisper.
"She deserved better," Robby's voice cracked.
"She has better, she has us," Jack corrected.
Robby nods, letting out a shaky breath, closing his eyes for one final moment to remind himself that his baby was safe in his arms. After what felt like an eternity, he opened them and carefully moved, trying not to jostle her too much.
Robby tucks her in, and Jack kisses her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, my little bunny," Jack whispered.
"We love you so much," Robby murmured, tucking her hair out of her face before leaning down and pressing a final kiss to her forehead.
"Come on, let's go to bed, love," Jack offered, his hand reaching out for Robby, and the couple walked down the hallway hand in hand. That night, Jack and Robby held each other close, not speaking, but rather seeking comfort from one another in a silent embrace.
Robby's alarm blared in the room, but he barely shifted. Jack usually gets annoyed after a few seconds and would flip it off, but when his alarm was still going off, Robby reached over and turned off the 6 AM alarm himself. He groans, rolling over to his side and reaching his hand out for Jack, but finds an empty bed instead. The sheets were still warm, which meant Jack hadn't left long.
Robby lies there for a few moments before dragging himself out of bed and shuffling down the hall. Jack was leaning against Rose's door frame, silently watching her with a soft gaze. Robby's never seen Jack so at peace like this before. He snakes his arms around Jack's waist and rests his chin on Jack's shoulder.
"You're up early," Robby muttered.
"Heard whimpers wanted to check on her," Jack replied.
"Bad dream?" Robby asked.
"Something like that," Jack admits.
"Do you think she likes pancakes?" Robby questioned.
"Who doesn't like pancakes?" Jack playfully scoffed.
"I was thinking we'd make her a special breakfast," Robby offered.
"Hmm, sounds like a good idea," Jack agrees.
"I'll start the batter," Robby replied, pressing a soft kiss to Jack's neck.
With that, Robby shuffles off to prepare the special breakfast. While Robby prepared the pancake batter, Jack stayed, watching Rose. She was softly snoring, arm still tightly wrapped around the old stuffed bunny he had given her years ago, snuggled under the blanket. Jack's lips tug up into a small smile at the sweet scene.
He reaches over to turn on the small retro Bluetooth speaker, which was on the shelf by the door. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and clicks on a playlist, something soft. He didn't want to wake her by walking up to her and shaking her shoulder or calling out her name loudly. So instead, he used music to lull her away, hoping it'd work.
He returns to the kitchen and helps Robby finish the chocolate chip pancakes and bacon.
While the couple was talking and laughing, Rose slowly woke up, her eyes clouded with sleep. Blinking slowly, she realizes she isn't still in the car, but rather a bedroom, a nice one at that. The walls were a pale blue, almost whiteish, and in the very corner was her own bathroom.
Her bed occupies the center of the room, positioned against the wall. In the corner was a desk connected to the wall with a comfortable chair, presumably for doing homework. Right next to the desk was a built-in window seat with a reading light and a built-in mini bookshelf.
There were small side dressers on either side of the bed, a small closet with sliding doors by the door, and finally a shelf above the light switch, which was next to her door. The room was basic, but it had some touches to show they cared enough to make the room inviting.
She noticed the soft music coming from the radio-like Bluetooth box on the shelf and her belongings neatly set in front of the closet. She also saw three similar gift baskets sitting on the window seat. "Those are from our co-workers," Jack spoke up, causing the girl to jump. He instantly holds his hands up. "Whoa, easy there, sweetie. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"No, it's okay, I just didn't hear you coming," Rose said softly.
"Should've announced while I was still coming," Jack admits.
"It's fine," Rose assured.
She glances back at the gift baskets.
"Your co-workers got me gift baskets?" She asked.
"Yeah, when they found out that we were leaving to get a foster, they wanted to make you something special, a welcoming gift of sorts. There are two more in the living room, but we didn't want to overwhelm you with too many things," Jack explained, earning a nod. "You hungry?"
"Yes, please," Rose said softly.
Jack holds out his hand, and she untangles herself from the blanket, hops off the bed, and shuffles over to him, taking his outstretched hand. Jack guides her to the kitchen.
"Morning, kiddo. Did you sleep well?" Robby spoke up.
"Better than usual," She shrugged.
"I'll take it. You like pancakes? We made chocolate chip," Robby offered, watching her eyes light up.
"Yes, please," She said eagerly, shuffling over to the table and taking a seat. The couple chuckles at how adorable she was.
"We have plenty. Do you want to start with one, two, three, or however many you want? We also have bacon and strawberry halves," Jack explained.
"I'll start with one pancake, a couple of slices of bacon, and some strawberries, please," She spoke softly.
"Coming right up, kiddo," Robby replied, grabbing a plate and putting everything she asked for on it. "And how about some juice, or maybe even milk?"
"Just water is fine, please." Rose told him.
"Alright, water it is. Good choice. Gotta stay hydrated," Robby noted.
"Are you both doctors?" She asked.
"Yes, Robby works days, and I work nights," Jack said softly.
"Doesn't the day shift start at 7? It's 6:40?" She observed.
"Well, Jack and I thought it would be nice to take a month off to help get you settled. We've saved up a lot of days off over the years, but never really had any use for them. Now we do, and we intend to enjoy the break." Robby explained, setting the plate and glass of water in front of her.
"Thank you," her voice dropped to a whisper.
"No problem, kiddo," Robby said warmly.
Robby and Jack made their plates and began eating, but noticed that Rose hadn't touched her food yet. "Rosie, sweetie, you can eat. You don't have to wait for us," Jack softly assured.
"It's just...I always had to wait till everyone finished eating in case someone was still hungry and wanted more," Rose quietly admits.
"You don't have to do that here, sweetie," Robby said softly.
"Yeah, food is never a privilege, Rosie. You can eat whatever you want, whenever you want. So long as it's not ice cream past bedtime, but even then, we make exceptions," Jack gently explained. Rose gave a nod and ate a strawberry.
"Good girl," They both praised.
Jack and Robby finished eating first, so Jack started doing the dishes while Robby checked his phone. After some time, Rose finally finished her food, and Jack instinctively grabbed her plate before pausing.
"Do you want some more, honey. We have plenty of leftovers," Jack asked softly. She hesitates, shifting slightly in her seat.
"If it's not a problem, I'd like some more strawberries and bacon, please," Rose asked quietly. Jack nodded and gave her some more strawberries and bacon.
"Between you and me, Robby always has bigger eyes than he has a stomach. So trust me, sweetie, it's never a problem," Jack lightly assured.
"Thank you," She murmured, biting into the strawberry.
Jack takes a seat next to her and adjusts his prosthetic. "Robby and I were thinking that we would stay in and settle today. Then tomorrow, if you're up to it, we can do whatever you want," Jack told her, attempting to make small talk.
"I get to choose?" She hesitantly asked.
"Well, within reason, yes," Jack assured.
"Well, uh, I like books," She admits.
"Books, huh?" Jack chuckled.
"Books?" Robby perked up from the living room.
"We love books too," Jack told her.
"Our local bookstore is starting a sale tomorrow. Jack and I were planning on checking it out. Would that be something you'd like?" Robby offered.
She nods.
"Perfect, I've gotta start the laundry. Are you gonna be okay sitting here and eating, or do you want me to stay and sit with you?" Jack asked gently.
"I'll be okay," She replied.
Jack's gaze flickers to the couch where Robby was watching them. Robby gave a slight nod, and Jack returned it. "Okay, if you need me, just call," Jack told her, and headed off to the laundry room to start Robby's clothes. By the time he returns, Rose has finished her bacon and strawberries.
"All done, or more?" Jack asked softly.
"All done," She replied.
"Good girl, I'm so proud of you for eating," Jack praised, bringing the plate back to the sink, rinsing it off, and placing it in the dishwasher for a proper cleaning.
"Is that room really mine?" She spoke up.
"Of course it is, why do you ask?" Robby asked.
"It's so big," She pointed out.
"It was an old, unused guest room. It only made sense for us to give it to you. Plus, we wanted to make sure you had plenty of space," Jack assured. She nods.
"May I check out the gift baskets in my room, please?" Rose asked hesitantly, almost as if she was afraid they'd get mad.
"Of course, honey, they're yours." Jack replied.
Rose heads off to her bedroom and sits on the floor, grabbing the first basket. It was a square, firm, woven basket with ribbon and a card that said "From Samira Mohan."
In it was a pair of grey fluffy night slippers, a matching set of soft purple pajama pants, and a shirt with small white daisies on it. There was a second set of pajamas that were Care Bears-themed pajamas. Along with the pajamas came two Care Bears, Grumpy and Funshine. She lightly smiled, she loves Care Bears.
She turns back to the basket and finds two sticks of limp balm, a pack of hair ties, two packs of shower gloves, and a friendship bracelet. She finds a letter in the back of the basket and opens it.
Go easy on me, kid. I'm horrible at making friendship bracelets. Welcome to the Pitt family. I'm so excited to meet you one day.
Much love, Samira.
She puts everything back into the basket just the way it was, and moves to the next basket, which is a round woven basket from Mel. There was a variety of fidget toys, such as Pop-Its, a squishy duck, a cute cow stuffed animal, a fidget cube, noise-canceling headphones, and some snacks. Along with the basket was a card.
Hi, my name is Melissa King, but everyone calls me Mel. Sometimes life gets overwhelming, and what I find helps best is a fun distraction.
Sincerely, Mel.
Once again, she returns everything the way it was and scoots over to the last basket. It was a purple, rectangular, cotton rope-woven basket filled with snacks, the entire Peter Rabbit book collection, a pack of socks, two hoodies, one black, one purple, two solid colored t-shirts, one blue, one black, and two pairs of sweats, one black, one purple. Finally, buried under all the snacks was a simple card.
Hope you enjoy, kiddo.
From, Cassie McKay
Rose smiles, grabs the Care Bear pajamas, quickly changes, grabs the first book, and the headphones before crawling back into bed, diving straight into reading the first book, but falls asleep when she is at the end of the book.
Jack and Robby check up on her after an hour, finding her fast asleep while leaning against the headboard. The couple smiles at the sweet scene, and Robby wraps his arms around Jack's waist. "I think she's going to be just fine, honey. See, you were worrying over nothing," Robby told him, pressing a soft kiss to his husband's cheek.
Jack hums and walks over to the bed, setting her book on the side dresser, takes off the headphones, and carefully lays her down on the bed, adjusting the covers. "Whatever you say, Robby, just don't sleep too deeply tonight," Jack told him, walking out of the room to do the laundry.
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Rose slept through lunch but woke up around three PM to soft music playing. "Rosie, sweetie, are you up?" Robby called softly from his bedroom. He heads to her room, hearing a soft groan.
"How long was I out?" She muttered, rubbing her eyes.
"Quite some time, it's a little past three," Robby replied, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her sit up. "Jack was making snacks for the movie. Are you hungry?"
"What movie?" She asked softly.
"We haven't decided yet, do you wanna choose?" Robby asked.
"Ummm, sure," She agrees.
Robby steps into her room and turns off the Bluetooth speaker before holding out his hand. "Well, then, come on, sweetie, let's find a movie to watch. Do you wanna bring your blankie and bunny?" Robby asked softly. She nods, grabbing both items and sliding off the bed before shuffling over to him and taking his outstretched hand.
Robby guides her to the kitchen.
"Aw, looks like someone's up. Did you have a good nap?" Jack asked softly while preparing the snack platter. He had apple slices, a small container of peanut butter, slices of cucumber, slices of cheese, salami, a few deviled eggs, salted wheat thins, and halves of celery sticks.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep," She murmured.
"It's okay, sweetie. Sometimes we can't help it," Robby assured.
"Oh, okay," She replied quietly, more to herself.
"Why don't you get comfortable on the couch and look for a movie while I finish up with the snack?" Jack offered, she nods, and Robby guides her over to the couch, where he already has the corner prepared for her, knowing that she might not be comfortable with them just yet.
Jack knew more than anyone that her falling asleep wasn't a sign of trust. For the first time in probably her entire life, she had a safe environment, even if she didn't know it yet, and while she may not have wanted to fall asleep, her body shut down.
Jack brings the snack platter to the coffee table and leaves only to return with the drinks. Rose chooses Peter Rabbit, no surprise there, but neither of them minded. Through the movie, Rose had a juice box and a few snacks, using the Wheat Thins to stack cheese, salami, and cucumbers to make mini lunchables.
Along with a few of her homemade lunchables, she ate two deviled eggs and a few apple slices. Robby and Jack were cuddling on the other side of the couch, watching the movie, which only had 20 minutes left. Jack happened to glance over and found Rosie asleep, arm tightly wrapped around her stuffed animal.
Robby smiles and snaps a quick photo on his phone, sending it to the group chat along with an update.
The Pitlings: This group chat contains Dana Evans, Trinity Santos, Dennis Whitaker, Melissa King, Heather Collins, Samira Mohan, Cassie McKay, Frank Langdon, Jack Abbot, and Victoria Javadi.
(Robby inserts photo)
Robby: So, turns out she loves Peter Rabbit, points to McKay.
Dana: Aw, she's so cute. How's she settling?
Abbot: Pretty good, though she takes a lot of naps.
Santos: Perfectly normal, especially if she's pretty guarded.
Santos: Cute kid, by the way.
Langdon: When did you get a kid?
(Frank Langdon was kicked from the group chat by Robby)
Santos: Lol
Collins: I'm really happy for you both. How was the drive?
Robby: Ugh, long, so freaking long.
Mohan: Wait, are those the jamies I brought her!
Mohan: OMG THEY ARE! 😍
Abbot: Turns out she likes Care Bears as well.
Robby: The noise-canceling headphones were a good idea, too.
Mel: That's awesome, I'm so glad she likes them!
Whitaker: What's her name?
Abbot: Rosalie, but she goes by Rose.
Robby: We call her Rosie. She's 12.
McKay: Aw, she's the cutest. Harrison had a huge Peter Rabbit phase, and now I have all the books that he won't even touch anymore. I didn't want to get rid of them, and I figured, what 12-year-old doesn't love animals?
Robby: Well, we appreciate it. The first thing she did was go for the jamies and books, but she's happy about all the gifts.
Abbot: She still hasn't gotten to two Heather's or Dana's gift baskets. Poor thing has been falling asleep all day.
Javadi: Maybe it's because she feels safe.
Abbot: Unlikely.
Santos: Yeah, a kid like that has probably been through a lot. It's more so out of pure exhaustion. It could take months for her to trust them.
Mel: That's actually very insightful.
Robby: Alright, we'll let you get back to your shifts. We wanted to thank everyone who gave her a gift basket, and update everyone that we got home safely.
Abbot: Hasta la vista, vatos.
Mohan: Bye, send lots of photos.
McKay: I second that vote.
Mel: Bye
Santos: Later losers
Whitaker: Bye
Javadi: Bye
Collins: I triple the vote, but later.
Dana: Be safe, everyone.
Collins: I've got them, mama bear.
Dana: You better.
Robby chuckles and sets his phone down, resting his head on Jack's shoulder. "You think we should move her?" Robby asked, pulling Jack closer. Jack rolls his eyes at his husband's needy affection.
"No, let her stay," Jack told her.
"She is pretty adorable," Robby notes.
"The cutest," Jack agrees.
"I can't believe we're dads now," Robby sighed.
"Don't you have like five kids?" Jack teased.
"More like five shadows," Robby replied sarcastically.
Jack and Robby started dinner at seven PM and finished making it by eight. Rose woke up to the aroma of spaghetti and garlic bread. "Hmm, food," She muttered into the pillow, slowly blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.
"Hungry, sweetie?" Robby asked softly, moving to the living room.
"Food," She groans, pulling herself up and rubbing her eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes," Robby chuckled.
She abandons her stuffed animal and blanket on the couch and follows Robby to the kitchen. Dinner went by smoothly, and she brushed her teeth, but stayed in her pajamas. While Jack tucked Rosie into bed, Robby did the dishes.
"Nightlight on or off?" Jack asked softly.
"On, please," She replied.
"Story or no story?"
"Story, please."
"Alright, my little bunny, where did you leave off?"
"Start over, please."
"You want me to start over?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay, bunny, I'll start from the beginning,"
"Once upon a time," Jack began, moving through the story and even making funny voices that made her giggle. By the end of the story, Rosie was once again asleep, her breathing even, and her arm wrapped firmly around her stuffed bunny.
"Goodnight, my little bunny," Jack said softly, setting the book aside and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"You're such a natural," Robby teased, leaning against the doorway with a smirk tugging on his lips. He pushes himself off the doorframe and moves over to the bed, his thumb gently stroking her delicate face. He leans down and kisses his forehead.
"Come on, babe, let's go to bed," Robby said softly.
With that, the two men leave Rosie's room, hand in hand, and head for bed, but as always, the universe was not going to make this easy for them.
The world didn't exist outside Jack's mind, voices overlapping hundreds at a time, delving him deeper and deeper into the void of his thoughts.
Robby didn't say anything; he didn't need to. Jack's expression told him everything: the way his expression was blank, the way his eyes stared out the window as if he wasn't there anymore, the way his jaw would clench when he thought too much, and in return, his fingers would twitch, ball into fists, and then relax flatly against his pants.
Jack knew her, and Robby didn't push for an explanation.
He kept driving, eyes trained on the road, more focused now that they had precious cargo in the back. Now and then, his gaze would flicker to the sweet girl sleeping in the back seat. She was utterly adorable and bright, but even Robby could see the pain behind those eyes.
This girl had suffered.
He wouldn't push her to explain; lord knows he's been on the receiving end of that treatment, and it never helped. Pushing when you weren't ready only led to self-isolation and ultimately self-destruction, but she didn't need fixing. Robby knew that, no, she needed understanding, safety; she needed them, and in return, they needed her.
12-year-old Rosalie Adeline Adams sat in the back seat asleep, head resting against the cool window, wrapped in the soft black butterfly blanket from the basket Robby and Jack had gifted her when they picked her up.
They didn't know who she was when they left, only that she was a 12-year-old girl who had been through a lot and was in desperate need of a long-term foster placement, and maybe one day a permanent home. So Jack and Robby had the sweet idea to make a gift basket, Dana's idea. In it was the black cozy blanket with colorful butterflies on it; Jack remembered that she liked butterflies. Along with the blanket was a crocheted stuffed bunny, fuzzy socks, a chocolate bar, a lockable firm journal, and snacks.
At home, they had a similar one, but it had more hygiene supplies and a few pieces of comfortable clothes. They take her shopping for more clothes another time, maybe even have Santos take her; having a girl might make Rose feel comfortable, and Santos seemed to do well with kids dealing with trauma.
After what seemed like forever, Robby parked in their driveway to their single-story home. It was four bedrooms and three bathrooms, not that either of them needed that much room, but now it seemed convenient. Jack seemed to snap out of it once he realized the car wasn't moving. He blinked a few times.
"Home already?" Jack said softly.
"You were pretty out of it most of the drive," Robby noted, unbuckling and glancing in the back seat. "She fell asleep halfway. Poor thing tried to stay up, but she nodded off. She seemed to like the car ride, so that might be something to keep in mind for long nights.
Jack nods.
"Should we wake her, or move her. I don't want to freak her out if she wakes up in a strange room she's never been in before," Robby said softly.
"No, let her sleep. It'll probably be one of the few times she'll sleep on her own," Jack told him, unbuckling himself and hopping out of their truck. "Can I?" He motions to Rosie in the back.
"Of course. I'll unlock the front door," Robby replied.
Jack opens the back door and unbuckles her, carefully lifting her into his arms while keeping the blanket firmly wrapped around her. He shuts the truck doors as quietly as possible. Robby holds the front door open and follows Jack to Rose's new room, flicking on the light.
Jack carefully lays her down and adjusts the blanket on her before taking off her shoes and leaving them in front of the closed closet door. "I'll bring her stuff in real quick. Why don't you get changed for bed? I'll be right behind you," Robby offered.
Jack nods, and Robby leaves to go back outside to the truck. When he returned, he noticed a letter taped to the closet door.
Robby and I are two doors down if you need us, kiddo.
Signed, Jack Abbot
Robby cracked a small smile and set her things down in front of the closet, allowing her to organize them the way she wanted when she woke up. Robby flicks on the nightlight and keeps her door wide open so that she doesn't feel like she's trapped in the room when she wakes.
When he returned to the room, Jack was lying flat on the bed, prosthetic off and staring blankly at the ceiling, dressed in sweats and a simple t-shirt. Robby gives him time to process his thoughts while he changes and crawls into bed next to him, his arm snaking around Jack's waist.
"Wanna talk about it, or just lie here?" Robby asked.
"Lie here," Jack muttered.
Robby nods, giving him about 20 minutes before speaking up. "She's birdie, isn't she?" Robby guessed. Jack sighs and gives a simple nod. "You don't have to talk about it right now, but eventually we do. For tonight, let's sit on it, and be glad that she's here now, okay?"
"Okay," Jack agreed.
"Hey, I love you, you know that, right?" Robby told him.
"I know, and I love you too," Jack said softly.
"We're gonna get her through this, one small step at a time," Robby assured.
"We don't even know what this is, Robby. She was bad when she left, and you heard her worker. It's been nothing but bad for her. What if this is something time won't heal?" Jack explained.
"Then we keep trying, and we don't give up. We're not like others, okay? You and I both know the truth about the system, and a good portion of foster parents want to help, but they don't know the things we do, and they haven't seen what we've seen. We're gonna get through this," Robby encouraged.
"You know I'm supposed to be the supportive, encouraging one, right?" Jack teased, earning a soft chuckle from Robby.
"What can I say, you're starting to rub off on me," Robby joked.
Jack rolls his eyes.
"Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." Jack said softly, snuggling closer to Robby and finally allowing himself to relax. Robby presses a kiss to Jack's cheek and holds him closer, the two finally falling asleep.
Yes, I love constancy and hate new things. I love to pick super burgers and get their cheesy fries, milk shake and cheeseburgers.
3 - overused emoji
The crying emoji and the peeking emoji
4 - current favourite show/movie/book
Such a good one. I can't pick. I recently started animal kingdom with low expectations, but am now obsessed. Obviously the Pitt, that shits my jam. Then I'm also really into the librarian's right now. Honestly, anything with Noah Wyle or Shawn Hatosy.
5 - songs on repeat
Fuck, gonna sound depressing, but be still my heart by Peter Bradley Adams. As well as We Hug Now by Sydney Rose. Then Bloodstream by Ed Sheeran, Passenger by Noah Kahan ft Luz, Anchor by Novo Amor and I'm obsessed with Fear by NF.
6 - last thing you hyper fixated on
I mean, come on, obviously, The Pitt, I have 30 unfinished fics in my drafts.
7 - Oddly specific thing that brings you joy
Writing, and listening to music in the dark with noise canceling headphones and sitting alone. I know, depressing, right? Lol. Drawing while it's raining, I dunno I get oddly creating when it's raining or storming.
8 - Phone Wallpaper
Something basic, a field of daisies.
9 - What smell makes you happy
Freshly brewed raspberry tea.
10 - morning, night, or other type of person
I'm a night person, I literally can't sleep. Like, have you ever laid down and got the craziest fic idea. That's me all the time, but also is this normal. I remember my dreams so vividly, like I literally can insert myself in any show while I sleep, and it's fucking awesome.
11 - what's your work/profession
I was a warehouse worker, but really fucked up my shoulder so I am currently unemployed.
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