Teddybearnot
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This was coming to a head, Robby simply strung along after his own barrage of emotions.
It was pitiful, to be thinking like this while being kissed stupid, hands skimming over warm skin. His heart was in his throat, stopping his breath. He needed to say something, say how tangible this emotion felt, a real, hulking thing that sat next to him in bed alone, that followed him around the ED, that sat heavy in his chest every time he was in Dennis’s orbit. How terrified he was. How mortifying this was, to be seen right through, exposed and vulnerable, his soft underbelly on full display. Robby’s head was spinning, mind clouded with vitriol, years and years of running, of waiting for the other shoe to drop. His mouth started to form the words, to push him away, to drop to his knees in prayer, the words that fell from his lips instead, was—
“I think I’m in love with you.”
His stupid, treacherous mouth.
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Robby longs for something he's never been able to grasp.
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- Part 2 of teach me how to not stare at you.
Bookmarked by Teddybearnot
30 Jun 2026
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"His problem had a name, stupidly big eyes the color of forget me nots and curls so soft they were more or less begging to be swept between somebody’s fingers – Michael would have volunteered in a second, if he only could.
But it was out of question, as his problem was half his age and a R1 at the Emergency Department Michael ran – and not a single day in the past year or so had gone by without him cursing the moment when he’d first laid his gaze on Dennis Whitaker. "
Or: the one where Robby actually gets inpatient treatment after the 4th of July shift, and then goes on a shorter sabbatical than planned.
When he gets home, the very R1 he has asked to house sit is in his apartment, knocked out by a fever brought by wisdom tooth woes. Fluff, chaos and eventual smut ensue.Bookmarked by Teddybearnot
27 Jun 2026