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"You’re so fucking sexy you drive me out of my mind on the daily,” Jack says, “and the fact that you don’t know that means I‘ve been doing a shit job of showing it. Man, I always rein it in because I don’t wanna spook you away, but I see now that I’ve been keeping it locked down too much.
“You know how often I want to jump your bones at work and get sad when I remember I can’t? How many times I’ve rubbed one out to the thought of you, when I can’t sleep or I’m keyed up after a shift or just whenever the hell I have a free moment, man? I don’t want anyone else. I want you. The thought of trying to get it up for someone else when I have you is just plain stupid.”
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18 Apr 2026
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Gifting someone a stethoscope at a milestone was very traditional, he knew, but some traditions should be observed. They kept you anchored to something greater than yourself. And this one was just...warm. Jack always thought of the people who'd given him his steths—Colonel Jacquemin, who'd gifted him his first Littmann when he finished residency, or Lizzie, who'd given him his current Littmann III when Adamson hired him as an attending. It was a reminder of the people who loved you, believed in you, helped you along the way, a physical token of those you carried with you.
Sure, maybe it wasn't exactly Jack's place to give one to Robby, more properly the domain of family or mentors. If Adamson had lived to retire, he would've gifted Robby a steth to celebrate his promotion, Jack was sure. Robby's family was gone, so that wasn't an option, and Jack would be damned if Robby's elevation to one of the highest posts in their field would go uncelebrated.
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17 Apr 2026
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Jack had just stepped back onto the main floor when he clocked movement at the ambulance entrance, two guys hurrying in, the smaller one helping a guy with a sweatshirt covered in blood. But something was wrong, some unnamable instinct rising within Jack at the way they moved. It was too fluid, too controlled. Jack knew what the walking wounded looked like, had seen it for years, from war zones to bar fights. This wasn't the injured seeking help; this was men hunting.
Time slowed, Jack's heart rate spiking, the adrenaline dump casting everything in sharp relief—the full ED floor, patients plus shift change meaning twice the usual personnel were here.
Robby was here.
That thought got him moving, Jack approaching laterally. He got there right as the guns came out.
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15 Apr 2026
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Dennis turned to look at him, “Is that how you know? Because you - you-”
Robby met his gaze and laughed, warm, his brown doe eyes shining like mischief and dread. “I eat it real good, sweetheart. You should know by the way I kiss you.”
Dennis blinked, momentarily caught off guard. His mind snapped back to the core of his thoughts: desperate and needy. His breathing stuttered, uneven, and he knew his scent was pouring out, carnal and fiery, because Robby’s nostrils flared in response. Dennis thought, how the hell did we even get here? Ah, right. Wetting the beard. Never have I ever. Top ten reasons why he wanted to ride his alpha’s face into next Saturday. Right.
mono·mania
[ˌmɒnə(ʊ)ˈmeɪniə]
exaggerated or obsessive enthusiasm for or preoccupation with one thing.Bookmarked by alex19leigh
02 Apr 2026
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“Nothing,” Dennis said, then backpedalled, because ‘nothing’ is code for ‘something’ and that was sure to stoke the fires of her interest. “I forgot my lunch, he told me off.”
Princess tutted. “Like an angry papa.”
(Or, Robby accidentally becomes the entire Pitt's vending machine sugar daddy.)
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27 Mar 2026