Pammy1990
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When Robby accidentally sees a list of things Dennis has yet to try, he doesn't expect 'sex' to be on the list right under 'watch a Marvel movie.' As it turns out, he can help the man with at least one of those, and he's never been one for Marvel movies.
It starts, as most good things do, small. Just a jotted word or two in Trinity’s notes app, filed under the header: MHBT: (things to) Make HuckleBerry Try. Whenever her roommate doesn’t get a reference or says he’s never tried something, onto the list it goes.
Here’s the thing: there’s just so much that Dennis, despite turning 30 next year, hasn’t tried, or hasn’t heard of. And since she’s only going off the random moments of confusion Dennis will have throughout the day, there are times she has to pull out her phone at work. If they worked in an office, maybe she would simply jot a few on a sticky note. Then again, who even uses paper anymore?Bookmarked by Pammy1990
19 Jun 2026
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Thats when he noticed. The cut hospital band, laid on the dresser. A stack of medical papers, half-hidden under a grey hoodie. A plastic bag filled with a phone, keys, and clothes. A framed photo of Jack and his wife, that always stood in the middle of the dresser, turned face down.
Robby’s stomach dropped.
“Jack…” His voice broke. A tear travelling slowly down his wrinkled face. “Where is she?”
Jacks breathing hitched. The first sign of life.Robby leaned in, gentle and steady. Softly, he reached out to touch Jack’s arm. “Is she… is she out at treatment?” He asked, although he already knew the answer.
Jack shook his head, the movement tiny.
“She’s gone. Isn’t she?”
OR: Jack doesn’t show at shift change, so Robby goes to find him, and discovers somthing terrible.
Bookmarked by Pammy1990
19 Jun 2026
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His breathing was erratic now, as he bumped into a monitor next to a patients bed. His skin was fuzzy, all across his face. His vision started to cloud as he stumbled into an empty room. Ripping the curtain across the bay.
His nails digging futher and further into his skin. His pockets starting to drip with blood and he relished in the pain.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he mumbled, hands shaking as he collapsed. sliding down the wall of the bay. His silent tears turning into sobs as he curled in on himself.
”I-i-im sorry…” He whispered out to the empty Room. “I shouldn’t have liked it. I shouldn’t have liked it. I shouldn't have wanted him to say that again. That’s dangerous, its temptation. That’s how people fall. Please My Lord, I’m begging you. Take it away. Please God, Take this feeling away. Take me away” His Sobs drowning out his feeble voice.
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- Part 1 of We’re not meant to be alone
Bookmarked by Pammy1990
19 Jun 2026
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A 5+1, of five times Robby and Whitaker almost blew their cover at work as a married couple, and one time someone actually found out.
“I'm serious,” Dennis huffs. It was too early for his daily allotted cigarette, but gosh darn does it sound tempting right about now. If he has to explain why grabbing your student doctor by the neck is inappropriate conduct one more time, he might transfer from emergency medicine to pediatrics, even if the chances of getting pissed on by a toddler are slightly higher than the average ER patron. “Santos keeps giving me looks every time you do that, so maybe less touching today, Doctor Robinavitch?”
(AN: y'all, this one has been in my Google Docs since season one, iykyk, but it is finally done!)
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19 Jun 2026
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Based on a beautiful work of fanart: Before Robby goes on his death march sabbatical, he does something reckless that leaves Dennis reeling... especially after he gets a text from Robby saying goodbye once he tries to talk to him about it. He assumes the worst, but things aren't always as they seem.
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Dennis can feel him everywhere. Every corner he turns at work he expects Robby’s hands to be emerging from, steering him by the neck or the shoulders. He turns around after a particularly impressive save only to find no one’s fists waiting to bump. Sometimes he can swear he really does feel him there, his neck heating up like a large hand is spanning it, but he knows it’s just his imagination. After all… Robby’s dead.Bookmarked by Pammy1990
19 Jun 2026