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HUCKLEROBBY MASTERLIST

FIC SHOWCASE

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Hello, hello! I’m old and haven’t used tumblr in ages. Hopefully this works out well for me. This is my introductory post/Masterlist. I write for HuckleRobby on AO3.

I’ve started this blog to mostly take requests & chat with other enjoyers of the ship. I’m not opposed to other ships as well. I indulge in Rabbot quite frequently…

In case you’re wondering what the “FIC SHOWCASE” is, it’s a post of cumulative fics with a nice background and a summary. This post will also work as a master list. Feel free to send me asks with comments, questions, requests or just to chat!

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Would you, tell me I’m special? - Dennis and Robby smoke together after their shifts. Dennis meets Jake. Etc.

Memento Mori (Remember You Must Die) - Robby never wanted to get married, that is, until he met Dennis. He tells him as much, albeit inefficiently at first.

Prurience, maybe. - Dennis and Robby are having an affair. Dennis, well. Can’t be normal about it. Then again, who would be?

Beyond What You Can Bear - Dennis is in love with his boss, that much is clear. And his harmless exploration of sexuality turns to a reckless habit in an effort quell his feelings for Robby. Trinity has had enough, and Dennis vows to stop. Though Robby’s mixed signals make that very hard

Like we like each other! (More than we should) - Dennis wakes up in a strange hospital, unsure of how he got there, with a very young looking Robby. Who, isn’t Robby… and would like to kiss him?

I look so good from a distance - Dennis needs a lot, though he’d never ask for it. Robby likes to give. Especially to his favorite intern. (5/10 chapters)

Something about writing blurbs/ficlets is much more appealing to me right now. 6/10 chapters, though. I must see it through. (Send me requests.. or suggestions… or ideas… please)

Robby who saunters up to Dennis (who’s been charting next to Trinity) and bends down to ask him, in the most serious voice he can muster, “is this an appropriate number for a white blood cell count?”

Trinity looks up from her computer, gobsmacked at the concept of Robby of all people asking such a basic question about a patient. But he isn’t holding a chart, and Dennis just scrunches his nose like it’s painful then hums.

“No, gosh, no.” He shakes his head, smiling. “Wayyy too low.” He finishes. Robby clicks his tongue, knocking against the counter before walking off. Dennis just returns to what he’s doing while Trinity frowns at him.

Then Dennis squinting against the glaring sun at Robby in the ambulance bay as they wait on an incoming trauma with Mel and Javadi in tow.

“If I had, like, this amount of knives. Would you think I was a deranged murderer?” He asks, twirling his hand in front of him as he speaks. Javadi looks up with a slack jaw, and Mel frowns at them. Yet Robby snorts, shaking his head no.

“No, I think you’d be in the clear.”

And Robby who grabbed Dennis by the shoulder as soon as they finished rounding and very seriously inquired-

“If I had this many pairs of shoes how inconvenient would it be?”

Dennis takes a second to consider, snorting at the concept.

“Horribly.”

Robby smiles. “Is your number seriously one?”

To which Dennis gawks, shoving Robby playfully.

“How’d you guess that?!”

Trinity’s groan rings out loud enough that it draws both their attention, when she speaks, it’s a yell.

“That’s seriously what you two dumbasses have been talking about all day?”

Bonus:

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Two left feet, never could quite figure out line dancing, doesn’t know how to hold a rhythm for the life of him.

And, surprisingly? Michael Robinavitch who secretly loves to dance.

He used to absolutely work a dance floor in his twenties, couldn’t resist it when a good song came on and he had a date to drag off to the dance circle. The older you get, the less socially acceptable it is to dance. And eventually he fell off as 20 turned to 30 and 30 turned to 40.

And then, one night, Robby actually shows up to drink with the staff after a rough shift.

Honestly, only the usual people you’d expect bother hitting the dance floor. Bumping, and grinding, and dancing their horrible shift away with too much alcohol in their systems. And the deeper Robby gets into his drinks the more and more he wants to relive the feeling, just for tonight.

So he peels himself away from his conversation with Dennis — quire unceremoniously, mind you — and floats over to the dance floor.

And Dennis is Awe struck watching his boss genuinely let loose. There’s whistling, and laughter, and people cheering in disbelief at the concept of Michael Robinavitch actually hitting the Dive Bar dance floor.

Bonus:

through it all Dennis somehow finds the courage to john him, he’s horrible at it. He steps on Robby’s feet so many times that he throws the man off his game. But Robby couldn’t care less, even though the move doesn’t fit the music, the style of dance, or their whereabouts, Robby spins Dennis with a steady hand and beams down at the intern with genuine affection in his gaze.

Dennis & Robby entangled in a strange sort of relationship after Robby’s return from sabbatical where Robby buys Dennis things and Dennis slowly starts to enjoy it.

Dennis is very well aware of Robby’s “romantic” history, painfully so. And he refuses to acknowledge why it makes him quite as uncomfortable as it does when people talk about it around him. He thinks that maybe it’s got to do with some fear of Robby finding a new fixation and cutting off their dynamic. Or maybe it’s just because he’s uncomfortable with how awkward it is to hear about your boss’s sex life.

Either way, he’s ducking and dodging gossip sessions like bombs, which is particularly difficult with Trinity Santos as his roommate. Especially considering they like to reel him in, and that he’s not enough of a saint not to have partaken most times before now. However, the unfortunate reason the rumor mill is so egregious right now is that ever since Robby’s return, he’s been different.

Gentler, more present, taking the time to regulate himself and be kinder than he was in the face of his exhaustion before leaving.

Also, he’s been painfully single since settling back in. Which isn’t really like him; Michael Robinavitch does not like being alone. And recently, he’s broken his streak.

Now he’s seeing a handsome, older man. Dr. Andy Dunn. An enigma of a doctor who’s insistent on popping into the ED Like it’s normal that he be there. He’s a workplace mystery, considering no one actually knows him — Not even Jack, or Dana — and he certainly doesn’t work in Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.

Robby doesn’t seem particularly jazzed about the guy showing up while he’s working. But he always has an excuse, for better or for worse.

“You left this in my car,” or, “I came to drop you lunch,” or “you seemed upset this morning, I was worried. You’re not answering your phone.”

Dennis cannot stand it.

Particularly because they’ve also met before, when Dennis accidentally crashed their date. Tipsy and covered in wine, swaying on his feet like a wet dog. Robby drove him home instead of leaving with his — boyfriend. (If he can even really be called that.) And now Dr. Dunn is watching Dennis from the corner of his eye any time he’s around.

Truth be told, Dennis doesn’t quite understand why he’s so jealous, but he is. And now he’s grown wholeheartedly annoyed and just doesn’t really like the guy.

The problem is he’s kind. Sweet to Dennis, nice to the staff, and everyone sort of likes him. There’s a frustrating blanket hope amongst their staff that Robby will keep him around. Each person with their own reasoning. Some think he’s good for Robby, that staying by his side will keep the older man happy. Sane. Some like him too much to let him go. He’s a charmer, easy on the eyes too. Abbot apparently likes him for the mystery of it all.

Whatever the reason, he’s captured most of the ED’s heart. Dennis truly dislikes it.

Yet, he doesn’t really have any reason to.

In the face of an emotion he has so little experience with, Dennis’s seeming knack for emotional regulation, staying calm, and avoiding incident… maybe, sort of crumbles. And he just can’t help but bring it up to Robby.

Jokingly, at first.

A playful jab over dinner after a particularly draining shift. Parked in a side booth at a diner a few blocks away from the hospital. He slips it into easy conversation, the kind that floats off loosened, sleep deprived lips. A joke that makes Robby clam up, gets him all quiet and thoughtful with a strange look on his face. They don’t address it, just finish their food in relative awkward silence before Robby drives Dennis home. Dennis feels his heart ache when Robby remembers the route to his apartment, disregarding the GPS.

Confusingly, Dr. Andy Dunn stops visiting the ED. Dennis hears through the grapevine that Robby broke things off.

He wonders, in the quiet of his bedroom, if that’s because of him.

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The Fic this will be worked into

Bonus points for Dennis playfully slapping/punching Robby but he does it a little too hard, and when he walks off on cloud nine obliviously Robby is just sort of like “what the hell.”

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Quite possibly my favorite fic I’ve ever written! If you haven’t read, I highly recommend. ;) felt sentimental revisiting it.

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Chapter 3/7 out now!

New fic based on my previous Blurb is out. Yay!

I’m quite privy to the concept of Robby being well versed in his bisexuality and very comfortable with it.

Maybe he dated men casually in med school, or undergrad, or even some time before that. Had a couple serious relationships with men, even. It’s just that his most recent relationships and those tied to his current life were with women.

Naturally, everyone assumes that he’s straight. And it’s not like he gets the chance to mention it often. So Robby’s heterosexuality goes uncontested until one shift when an old fling shows up in the ER.

A patient, maybe a touch younger than him with bright eyes and a contagious smile who just so happens to be male. He’s immediately a bit embarrassed when Robby shows up, staring at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw in awkward silence for long enough everyone in the room also stills. He grumbles something about how this wasn’t how he’d wanted their reunion to go if it had to happen. Robby just laughs.

They also have ridiculous sexual tension.

Like it’s really, really bad.

Lingering looks, teasing conversation, “never thought I’d see your ugly mug again.” Robby’d say, and the guy would just giggle like it was genuinely the funniest thing he’s ever heard and shrug. Robby even reserves some of his very limited time to hover and strangely micromanage poor Dennis who’s “One of their most trusted physicians, he’ll take good care of you.” And everyone is horribly confused about it all.

When Jack comes in for his shift he’d laugh loud and short and clap the guy on the back. Talking about how he hasn’t, “seen you since Robby fumbled” and it all makes sense.

And, naturally, Dennis is spiraling the entire time. He’s not sure if he should be ecstatic that Robby is seemingly queer in some way. Jealous over their very blatant flirtatious behavior that he hasn’t been subjected to since Noelle. Nervous about it all, or something in between.

Maybe the worst part is that Dennis just can’t hate the guy. He’s sweet, talks to Dennis respectfully, cracks jokes, and says thank you for things he definitely doesn’t have to.

It probably all culminates when Robby comes back through again, squeezing Dennis’s shoulder and raising a brow down at him as he stitches up the guys arm. They talk a little bit before Robby’s called to action, and Dennis probably lets his gaze linger just a tad too long as Robby walks off.

“You like him a lot. Huh?” The man asks, smiling knowingly at Dennis who snaps to attention with embarrassment. Dennis huffs, tipping his head to the side and offering a nervous half smirk.

“Iiiiiii— don’t know what you mean.” He says, chuckling nervously. His gulp is audible as he ties off a suture and moves on to the next. Thinning his lips. The guy just huffs, looking off to the side with a smile. “I don’t blame you, Y’know,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. “You should have seen him with an ear piercing. The silver ring was always my favorite.”

Dennis sputters, nearly dropping his needle driver.

I’m procrastinating working on my fic, and this is the second idea I’ve had today that I wanted to write on but not had time to make a full oneshot about. If people like this, though. I wouldn’t mind to write it. Wink. (I wrote this in like ten minutes, sorry if it’s a little incoherent or dumb.)

Edit: Fic is done! Can be read here.

Lock him down, Dr. Whitaker!