sen hel :>

thought I'd put them all together,

this au is one where robby has a ringcamera that records whenever there's movement infront of his door. dennis leaves messages whenever he goes and checks/stays at the house.

It's not linear, and the hucklerobby isn't established but they are very much into eachother but haven't clocked it yet (dennis) or doesn't want to do anything about it (robby).

although dennis knows that robby is going through a hard time, he has such faith in robby that this trip will give him the respite he needs and will be better when he is back.

whereas robby has gone on this trip to end it and has no plan to come back. (I don't do sad endings so no robby death happening) but his pov s get a bit dark.

Enjoy <3

First Post

First Night Shift - dennis pov

Dennis and Trin Drunk - mainly robby pov

Mrs Marshell Escapades - dennis pov

Robby Needing Dennis - robby pov

Little Bit Delirious Little Bit Flirty - dennis pov

Call From Home - dennis pov

Music Taste - dennis pov

Drunken Night (part 1) - robby pov

Drunken Night (part 2) - robby pov

A Little High - dennis pov

Like he is finally eating healthy, sleeping well, going to the farm to bulk up.

So he gets picked up one day, just simply fashion shoots.

Trin prints off every one of his covers or double spreads and puts them on the wall in the entrance hallway, putting stickers around him and little comments on the outfits he is put in.

Dennis gets really embarrassed about it, especially when they have guests.

One day he has to go straight from a shoot to the pitt and still has some eye liner on and styled hair. The whole pitt is wondering why (or who) he is so dressed up for.

He does explain its for his small modelling side gig. But the pitt erupts into finding everything out.

Victoria ends up posting him on her socials, and then his socials blow up.

The pitt put his gq cover up in the staff room.

Robby very much thirsts for this man, and buys every mag dennis has ever been in.

Ends up commenting on shoots that have barely come out yet, not even trin has printed off yet.

Dennis once again finds this embarrassing but very endearing and blushes at every comment robby makes.

Like look at him mans. I'm gay and even I think that's a hot cutie

Masterlist

cw: weed :)

dennis doesn't smoke weed often. If he is par taking its an edible with trin and the girls at their apartment with a musical on and board games scattered around the floor.

but dennis really needed something to calm his mind down.

sometimes, he gets giggly, sometimes just quiet and floaty. sometimes horny.

he will take anything over the overwhelming dread he currently feels.

nothing monumental even happened today, but his heart won't stop racing, and he feels as if he is on the edge of a cliff looking straight down and not seeing where it ends.

it gets like this sometimes. in his head, mind going a million miles an hour.

he just wants, needs, to be feeling something else.

hench the weed.

but this is robbys house.

yeah, when he snooped, he found a bong that was dusty and in the bottom draw of the hallway drawers. but he isn't sure of the etiquette for this at robbys house.

dennis is stepping out the house and leaning against one of the wooden pillars framing the steps up to the door.

he silently nods to the camera while putting the joint in his mouth and checking what pocket his lighter is in.

it's coming up to half 8 in the evening, the late summer sun is setting, making a soft halo around his body.

the spark of the lighter shows off his face, the heavy eyebags and messy hair, its grown in the two ish months robby has been gone, curling around his face more.

"eh sorry robby, for this" voice coming out strained as he gestures to his joint after taking a long inhale, the smoke staying deep in his throat.

he exhales slowly while leaning his head back. the camera picks up the length of his neck, the way it flexes as he takes another inhale.

"it's just been one of those days." smoke leaves his mouth as he now eyes up the camera through his lashes. the hits already relaxing him, tension in his face leaving slowly and a smile appearing.

"i don't do this often, yaknow with the drug tests at work n all" he takes a small hit

"i'm sure I can sway my way around it being for medical reasons, bring up some childhood trauma. bet calab would love that" he chuckles to himself, putting th joint in his mouth and talking around it-

"-which! he always asks about you when he comes down to the pitt" he is puffing a couple hits before taking it in his hand and letting the smoke hover around him

"but no one has anything to say, you've gone radio silent robby... well, almost.

you give abbot a thumbs up every now and then," he snorts,

"what an old man move robby" his eyes have hooded, but theres that glimmer of mischief in them, his words slowing.

"do you need someone to teach you how to properly text?

you did give me your number, maybe I could teach you a few things..."

he shakes his head while looking down and kicks at the ground.

"nahhh I can't do that. I'm banned from my phone when I get high, trin says I and I quote 'get too easy and loose lipped.' and that I 'start raiding the grindr app till I'm spreading my evil twunk agender everywhere'

like can't a man terrorise a shy bear every now and then." he is laughing to himself while slumping on the piller.

he giggles "god i bet I look so silly right now. on your doorstep talking to myself while smoking. trin would have a field trip with this"

he taps off any loose ash, licks his thumb and pointer fingertips, and then stubbs out the light of the joint before tucking behind his ear.

he is looking away from the camera, at the dusky sky. having a quiet moment.

when he turns around, there's that loose cheeky grin on his face. his eyes are a little bloodshot, and he sways a bit,

"maybe we can do this one day, gang up on trin instead of the other way round.

get abbot on it too, bet he's fun when high.

..I wonder what your like robby.. "

his eyes shut, still with that goofy smile

"I think you proper relax, I'm talking deep in your sofa relaxed, not moving even for shitty snacks.

and you're just taking up loads of space, arms over the back of the sofa, legs spread.

It'll be so fucking hot robby."

he is leaning against the door now, forehead next to the peep hole, the camera only picturing the back of his head.

"your voice too,

Fuck.

It's already so gravely

but it'd be like fucking growls.

Fuckk" he whines out the swear.

he takes a few deep breaths and takes his head off the door.

"I need like 10 tacos asap." eyes now open wide, his body catching up with the fact he hasn't had dinner yet ontop of smoking.

"I have like no money, but I'm ordering." nodding to himself

"yeah. okay. bye robby, hopefully you also get hella munchies and we can scran together too"

he frog blinks at the camera while thinking about it, then makes his way in.

the camera cuts off, just before hearing music starting to play. as dennis settles in for a chill evening.

Dennis wakes up to an empty apartment. It's quiet, calm even. The sunrise peaks through floating curtains. He knows what today is, knows that he will feel off all day. That sickly dropping sensation deep in your stomach you experience after being on too many roller coasters. Can't get away from it and can't be fixed quickly with some paracetamol and water.

Trin had gone to her mom's last night to celebrate. She didn't want to go after a long shift tonight.

Dennis gets ready methodological, he tidys quickly. He has half a breakfast sandwich, himself and trin meal prepped for the week, wrapping the rest to save for lunchtime. Drinks a quick coffee, not really feeling how it burns to finish.

As he is walking up to the hospital, he notices a small collection of daisy's in a crack on the pavement.

His heart clenches. He stops mid step, making him stumble a little.

Before he has fully realised, he is picking them. Fingertips gently brushing over the center.

Glancing in front of him, he sees some bushes with a whole flourish of daisy's at the bottom.

Automatically, he has sat on the brick wall just next to the bushes and is reaching down to pick the daisy's and starts making an intricate chain with them.

He hasn't made a daisy chain in almost twenty years. And hasn't picked them to give to someone in over seven years.

His thoughts drift to broken bow without his control.

Mothers Day wasn't celebrated in full in the Whitaker house. Yes, his mother got tea bought to her in bed, and her boys were all extra good and nice to her that day. Sometimes dennis' father would go out and buy her a necklace or bracelet from the boys.

Once dennis realised this was a day for her, he would go onto their farm and pick all the daisy's that grew along the fences and make her a chain, a crown if you will.

It was cute and touching when he was young. He would get better at the chain as the years went on, but it was when he was seven he made his last one.

His father had looked at the chain and took it from his hands, sternly telling him he shouldn't be doing things like that, that it's frowned upon as a boy.

His father told him this infront of his brothers, who looked on with understanding.

But dennis didn't understand. His mother loved when dennis took his time to choose the prettiest daisy's and took the time to make the chain sit on her head perfectly.

But his father said no more.

The following year, dennis could feel his father watching him, making sure he wasn't getting up to any 'poncey flower business'.

When he did sneak away, he picked some daisy's. There were only a few hiding in his pocket, but he took them up stairs and placed them on his moms vanity.

Later that evening, his mom gave him an extra kiss on the forehead with a quiet 'thank you' on her breath.

Every year following, he would sneakily give his mom some daisy's on her vanity.

Even when he got to his teens and young adult years when things within the family and dennis had started to get complicated; opinions had, feelings hurt.

He still gave her the daisy's on Mother's Day.

The last time he did was just before leaving nebraska for college.

He has the chain made next to him and four daisy's in his pen pocket when trinity sees him.

"Dennis maria is that what I think it is?" Pointing to the chain, "oh, you absolute huckleberry!"

But she's smiling, something soft in her eyes, knowing how today affects him.

With no words and a small smile of his own, dennis is up and placing two of the daisy's from his pocket behind each ear of trin.

Her eyes are wide, and she pulls back a little, but doesn't stop him. Doesn't go to take them out, either.

He nods and starts to head in when

"Hold on huckle" she's placing her hand on his chest to stop his motion. She took one of the daisy's from his pocket and tucking behind his own ear.

"Come on then" trin says while linking arms with dennis and walking them in.

They pass the waiting room, already full so early in the morning. Buzzing in and walking into the ed.

People see the daisy's in their hair, but trinity is adamantly not looking anyone in the eyes, whereas dennis is almost sheepish. When they pass the nurses desk, with dana leaning on the counter, dennis pauses.

Trin and himself are doing their eye contact conversation. It lasts about ten seconds before she nods and heads into the locker room.

"You doin alright hun?" dana is asking, as dennis hovers. He places the daisy chain on the counter between the two of them.

"I know it sucks you have to be here today, like you have super mom mother's day plans later, that I'm sure you wanted the whole day off for.

Anyway- when I was younger, I used to make a daisy chain for my own mother, and I made one by accident?" He is talking a little too fast, a little too overshearing

"And obviously, we here at the pitt appreciate you so much, I thought you should have it.

You can just throw it if you want, or give it to your kid or just er yeah..."

Dana's looking at the chain in thought.

Dennis so badly wants to keep mumbling or just pick the chain up and throw across the ed. But he knows how dana thinks, she takes time, and she contemplates.

"Alright, kid. Thank you." She's picking up the chain and placing on the corner of her computer.

"I'm not spreading any allergies around though, so it's staying here. But it means a lot, honey."

She's looking at him with a complicated look on her face, thankful for the present but sad for his watery eyes that are deep in sad nostalgia.

"Alright darling, now go get ready, we gotta save some lives so I can get outta here before two"

Dennis is smiling as he joins trin in the lockeroom. She makes no comment on how he is no longer holding the daisy chain.

And if later on, trinity has one less daisy in her hair, and mel has gained one in her pen pocket,

and dennis no longer has any in his pen pocket, and robby has one tucked behind his own ear.

The ptmc doesn't say anything.

So it was recently Mothers day (in America?? I always get the snapchat for it but I'm British, mothers day is in march) but made me think of a little something for dennis. Like yes I think collectively a lot of people headcanon him with daddy issues but what about mummy issues yall!

(This is all coming from headcanons that were around for steve/robin platonic soulmates era of strangerthings (still there and will never leave) so there's a quite a bit I've taken from that and pushed onto this new sibling duo. )

they share their middle names, calling each other 'trinity issac' and 'dennis maria'

the wardrobe is for them both. They are consistently in each others clothes they don't know whose is whose anymore. Sooo many flannels. Also same exact jean and shoe size

Cuddles after long shifts, needing that physical comfort they give eachother.

Speaking to eachother through facial expressions alone.

Answering for eachother when someone asked either of them a question:

"Whitaker we need your results on the patient in North 3?"

And without even looking up, trinity is passing over paperwork "yeah the bloods on there, nothing to worry about, just writing up some charting and he'll be over"

To which dennis is sitting there nodding as he types.

Trinity never finishes a protein bar, she gets the needed amount to give her a kick and then quite literally throws the last big bite at dennis in the wrapper, he catches it everytime and stuffs it in his mouth in impressive timing.

Just like dennis never finishes a can of monster, he'll just place it in trinity's hand and she'll just down whatever is left and whoever is going in the direction of the bin takes it to throw.

Javadi only asks once "aren't you guys like sharing spit doing that all the time?"

And they both look at her, with matching little frowns and eyes narrowing "not really" is the answer given as they both look away at the same time and carry on with what they were doing

This confuses javadi even more.

The whole pitt knows when they are arguing, as they don't talk to eachother outside of simple comments with patients ect. BUT they are touchier than ever. Constantly have arms pressed against eachother, leaning on one another when listening to an attending, one time they share a seat while charting/paperwork. But there's no talking. It's like their bodies see the argument as something devastating and needs to compensate somehow. It can last a couple days sometimes but when it's over it's known EVEN more, they give eachother the body space needed but they don't stop talking, they become more enthusiastic over cases but also more bratty and bitchy to eachother and everyone around them. God forgive anyone they double down on together.

Guard dogs for eachother, but beat eachother up/rough house. Someone new once, thought it was banter between everyone in the pitt and pushed trinity a bit too hard after a joke and dennis was already up and in their space bodily moving them away from trin while glaring. Yet trin and dennis will push eachother into walls and trip eachother up and slap eachother a lot and a lot harsher.

They are eachothers emergency contact

Have had many conversations about merging into one body or brain and how amazing that'd be

Trinity let's dennis puts flowers in her hair that he picks while they go on walks, he also has them in his. But she'll never let anyone else ever do that, they both press them when they get home and put in a scrapbook they share.

Knows eachothers type to a T and if they get anyone come in that fits it, they'll give eachother a look. No one has picked this up thou, and the pitt gets confused as to why they wide eye eachother around certain patients/staff.

A drunken night - part 2/2

Masterlist

the first thing robby does as he wakes in the cabin, is reach for his phone.

sure he checks the time (6:25)

checks his messages (1 new message from dana sent at 6:02)

checks emails (already in the hundreds, gloria at the top) sighs and closes out of that.

goes to where he originally wanted to check, his ring door bell app. low and behold, he has two new videos in his history from last night/this morning.

there's already a smile on robbys face as he clicks onto the first one, the thumbnail showing a still of jacks car in front of his house. his heart skipping a beat from the blurry image of dennis in the passenger seat.

he hits play

the video is opening up on jack jogging around the front of his car as dennis is trying and failing to open the door and step out. jack gets there in time to grab him and wrap an arm around his shoulder.

it's muffled and faint "-asy, kid. we're here just like you wan-"

they are walking slowly up to the door, keys ready in dennis' hand, when more mumbling is picked up

"i just want him to be happy with me...proud even.

he needs to feel good abbot,

i can make him feel good right?"

dennis has almost watery eyes looking at jack as they reach the door.

"maybe whit, but that's not my call to make.

put the keys away, i have my own" jack says while pushing dennis' hand that holds keys in away, he had been trying to work out the correct one.

jack's got the key in the door when

"WAIT!",

"jesus fuck whit, i'm right here" jack looks stunned as his head is turned away from dennis, as much as he can while half carrying him, "you wanted in, to talk to a plant. we're here, let's get you in"

"nooo I need to talk to robby," dennis gestures to the camera and in a smaller voice "i leave a message now n then, just in case yaknow"

jack's looking between the camera and dennis, before sighing with a small smile, of course whit does this for him. robby better watch every one.

he nods "hm. yeah ok. go ahead"

"well now I'm put on the spot" is said with a cheeky upturn of his lips, that jack is rolling his eyes at noticing dennis is teasing but doesn't say anything.

"hi robby,

a few of us went for drinks this evening as a little goodbye to me and trin being on nights for the week.

when abbot said he wasn't going to drink and gladly drop us home, trin took that as 'get as many drinks down us as possible!!'

now ima farmboy robby, I can take a drink. trin may have gone a little too far" a small laugh escapes.

"I don't know why I had it in my mind to say goodnight to sara and do a clean, but I'm here now and hella tired. so to be honest I think I'm just going to go to bed, as I've already promised someone I'll be 'fresh as a daisy' for tonight's shift "

"fucking right"

"anyway, I'm not sure how far you've gone, but I hope your sleeping well and have good sights to see tomorrow"

jack is looking at dennis, face slightly pinched at his optimism over robbys trip.

"see you soon robby. night"

then dennis is slumping against jack, as if the long message he just left robby took everything out of him.

he passed out.

"you better be back for your boy mikey, that was a hellava message to leave you on a whim." jack says quite sternly as he takes dennis in.

the video stops once the door is shut.

the other video was jack leaving some 10 minutes later, nodding at the camera as he locks the door and made his way to his car. it cuts out as jack drives off.

it's still slightly too early for robby to get too cynical or melancholy, so his heart and mind line up for once and is focusing on the slight flush dennis had on his face, his breathy voice when he talked too fast.

the way he was being almost bratty to jack.

jack referring to dennis as his boy.

my boy. there's a familiar heated drop in his lower stomach.

fuck. It's too early for this.

robby is rubbing over his face to situate himself. he breaths out a long breath while locking his phone and throwing it on the bed beside him.

'have some good sights to see tomorrow'

ok yeah. today robby is going to dedicate to dennis.

dennis won't know it, and probably never will, but robby will go exploring around the woods of his cabin and take in the sights. for dennis.

for his boy.

BUT he is the only one to CANONLY leave his shit everywhere. Like to a point it annoyed trinity lol

AND get food all over robbys desk

A drunken night - part 1/2

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robby has settled into a cabin in wyoming. he's here for a couple days. see the sights and breath the fresh air before continuing on.

it's been a good day, at least in robby standards. he hasn't ended it yet and doesn't plan to in this quaint little cabin.

he is poking wood around in the fireplace with a glass of whisky next to him when he gets a voice note from jack.

so far jack has only text him asking for updates, a voicenote is pretty out of the ordinary for the two of them. when checking it he sees it is over 2 minutes long. its also coming up to 1am where robby is, meaning its close to 3am back in pittsburgh.

robby downs the rest of his drink before hitting play.

"my brother in chirst you did not tell me your boy was this stubborn. " jake? why is jack with him this late?.

"I've dropped tweedledumb off at her apartment, but tweedledee here refuses to go in and claiming he needs to check on your house? What the hell dude." there's some rustling

"come on whitaker, get inside the apartment, I'm not taking you to robbys"

a new voice enters, slurring a bit but sounding all too proud of himself

"dr abbot, I've got to check on sara I've told you this"

"who the fuck is sara whit? actually I don't ca-"

"sara is robbys snake plant that mrs marshell got him. duuuh.

i need to check on her, trin says plants flourish more once given a name and being talked to!

hence I need to go there.

listen abbot, I am willing to walk" dennis voice comes out almost sassy.

"kid. I am not letting you walk up of 7 miles at 3am after you drank everyone under the table. which I'm still surprised by. hear that mikey? your boys a camp with a drinking competition"

dennis' voice is quiet, sounding confused "Mikey?...

Oh! ROBBY!"

there's more rustling before

"Oof, fuck kid your sturdy"

dennis is much closer to the phone now, probably all up in abbot's space

"robby hi! I'll be going to your place soon, gotta say goodnight to sara and just overall checking on your place! maybe I'll do a midnight clean, I can feel the energy for it"

"whit, its like 3am. no one is cleaning."

"hello? why isn't he responding, robbyyy?"

"It's just a voice note. which has gone on for way too long.

look kid, I'll drive you, so your not walking around but you and santos better be fresh as fucking daisy's when you start your shifts with me later, yeah?"

"sure sure sure dr abbot, I'll be good"

"hear that mikey, he's going to be good"

there's sounds of steps and someone rushing,

"come on abbot, I wanna get to rob-"

the voicenote cuts off.

god he sounds cute. robbys already huffing out a small laugh at the interaction, also feeling a lot clamer hearing that jack is going to take dennis to his, instead of him aimlessly walking around pittsburgh drunk.

robby is hearting the message before locking his phone.

his thoughts stay on dennis as he is tidying up and getting himself ready for bed.

It's when he is in bed, holding the star of david up to his lips he realises he is still smiling.

yeah today was a good day and it's ending on one too.

part 2

Our man's dennis grew up on a farm in the middle of nebraska, he was getting told a beer would fix up any injury on the farm by the time he was 13. His gut can hold a drink. But he does still get drunk.

Masterlist

it's as dennis is leaving and locking up, sorting out his backpack on his shoulder and putting his earpods in that he looks up at the camera, cheeky grin already in place

"dr robby I've been through your music.

you need more funk. like your whole system is to die for and not one funk record.

come on robby I'm disappointed" dennis tuts while shaking his head.

"but dont your worry! I'll get that sorted out before you know it," he is nodding to himself as he puts the other earbud in and is looking down at his phone to start his own music for the commute.

"like yeah your taste in old man rock is eh great and all, and to be honest you have a lot of radiohead which is pretty cool, but you need more to jam out to yaknow!" as his music is sorted dennis gives a small salute and nod to the camera before heading off.

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It's a couple days later, one of dennis' days off when he is coming up to the door, slight bounce in his step

"so although I don't have a lot of money, I have a bit, and I saw this at the thrift with trin today"

dennis proceeds to reach into his totebag (a trader joe's one that trin definitely gave to him) and brings out 'Right on Time' by The Brothers Johnson.

"It's not in 100% condition but there's no major scratches and was like 7 bucks.

this album is a fave of mine to listen to when cleaning, its pretty chill but has the vibes" dennis smiles a bit awkwardly to himself.

"and now your the proud owner of it robby!

I'll leave it with your collection for when you next have a day off once your back"

dennis gets the keys out and unlocks the door, so smoothly, showing the signs of someone who has been over a lot,

he pauses before going in,

"See you soon robby,

we-er, I miss you" he rushes out before running in and closes the door quickly but gently. the camera catching a slight blush on the highs of his cheekbones and tips of his ears.

I acc love that album so much, sorry for pushing that onto out boy, but it fits :)

I know we have come to appreciate dennis with a scent kink. having access to robbys house and bed and clothes and sofa. him wrapped in one of robbys jumpers and just loving life. brain switched off and body hot.

But have we done the switcharoo.

Robby (also) having a scent kink for dennis.

Robby coming back from his sabbatical and noticing how dennis has integrated his smell all over his house.

Robby brushing a blanket on the sofa and bringing it up to his face to get a whiff and getting hit in the face with dennis.

Having to put it down as his heart starts pounding and his thoughts start accelerating.

It's when he gets to his room, the poorly made bed and skewed pillow. That he perches and brings the pillow to his face, there's a slight hint of robby still there but it's mostly dennis. Robbys cock filling quickly with how much of dennis is surrounding him and how it's saturated on all of robbys things.

it's late, sky dark and no one out on the street. sounds of an active city just a couples miles away.

dennis is walking towards the door slowly. begrudgingly. like the whole world is weighing him down. he gets to the door before pausing for a moment.

"momma called me today.

it's.

yeah.

complicated.

i don't even need to be here right now.

i already took your mail in this week, and checked your plants.

i was literally here yesterday.

but

it's safe

not that trins place isn't! Never. but she's doing a double today.

and if I gotta be alone right now I just need to be somewhere comforting.

and that's here, robby.

I know your away but being surrounded by everything you,

is going to help.

fuck what am I even saying right now. "

dennis closes his eyes and breaths in deeply like he is trying to hype himself to use this safe house.

one more deep breath and his shoulders drop, like the shit of the day is finally letting go.

his eyes are clearer as he does a small smile towards the camera and starts to head in.

"missing you robby" he whispers

the mic only just picking it up as he is walking in, already past the camera.

ALAS

dennis calling robby baby.

that shit. hits different.

dennis is bopping his head when he enters the view on the camera.

he jumps a little before knocking his hips in time to the music he can hear in his ears.

it is as he is almost dancing his way towards the door when the mic can pick up the music through his cheap off brand air pods.

'Let's dance

Don't fight the feeling

Give yourself a chance'

getting closer dennis has a wired look and energy to him. the fact he is in messy scrubs at 8am is also a big tell he just finished a night shift.

dennis gets to the door before finger gunning towards the camera while singing along.

'Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake

Shake your booty, shake your booty'

"god robby. today was so good" he seems a little delirious. the mix of a tiring shift with residue erratic energy.

"abbot had me do a wild procedure! and it went perfect!

he even did the whole 'holds onto my shoulder "im proud of you kid" routine'" he say while making his voice gravely.

"obviously robby, it wasn't as good as yours" dennis says with a cheeky smirk and a small wink.

"your words of encouragement, are unique to experience from only you.

I shall see you later on robby. going to go steal your jumper and not move for a solid 8 hours"

dennis salutes to the camera before heading in.

"can't wait for you to be back robby."

Masterlist

dennis edition is so light and fun to write

CW: canon suicidal tendencies/thoughts/Ideation/planning. talk of using a gun. ignoring help that's there. unhealthy behaviours.

It's bad

It's dark

It's suffocating.

robby should reach for his phone and call jack.

he really should.

but robby doesn't want to be talked away from this right now. he needs to suffer. to feel this drowning.

I deserve it. I need it.

robbys eyes are clenched shut, head shaking. trying to rid of any thoughts or images that will hold him back in this moment.

jack's steady hand and firm words.

dana's concerned loving eyes.

jakes laughter when he messed around with langdon in the ed.

if robby can just be free of these thoughts and focus on the drawer, what lies in it...

whitaker.

dennis whitaker.

intern at his ed, dr whitaker.

with his tooth gap smile.

sulken eyes that always, not matter what or where he was, always looked up at robby.

the little prayers he makes when he thinks no one is listening.

the way he goes slightly on guard when any of the women interns or students get a mouthy patient or family member.

his fucking ringcamera messages.

the ones he left robby by mistake at first. but then carried on. updating robby on even the littlest things.

the fact he wants an earring but is too scared what other people will think.

his first night shift being 'weird' and abbot wanting to steal him.

his downright offended look he had when discussing the vinyls that robby owns. 'not one funk record. come on robby!'

Fuck.

even when robby tries so hard not to think about dennis. it happens.

with robby moments away from grabbing the gun from his motel bedside drawer.

thoughts of dennis wrap around his heart, his soul. pulling him away from the drawer. away from the drowning.

without thinking, robby is grabbing his phone, ignoring the missed call and text messages. opening up the ring camera app and clicking on a random video from the history.

"Hiiiii robby. trins been taking me around the area on our days off and we found this super sweet cat cafe. look at this baby"

on the screen dennis is showing a photo from his phone of a blurred image of a rather large ginger cat

"his name is kallax, like the storage units from ikea!"

what a stupid name. only dennis would look so proud about that kind of name for a cat he doesn't even own.

"I got some pastries to go, even got you one too. before realising..

anyway!

I'll give it to mel tomorrow. but hopefully you'll be back soon and maybe I can get you to try one for real.

see you soon robby"

robbys breathing was already settled, hands more steady. but his heart,

that still thumped deep through his chest.

just a one minute video could calm things down, make him no longer look towards the drawer.

it still hurts under it all.

but maybe dennis is worth it. worth robby not suffocating to a point of never coming back.

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damn that was a long one for me. Robby feels more real and natural to write. This au has been fluff or angst nothing else. I'll try a different vibe soon.

"your neighbour mrs marshell accused me of robbing your place robby.

i had to explain to her you were going on this trip. she was quite miffed not being told. said she's going to tell you off when you get back" dennis snorts just thinking of the image.

"however she also said she is thankful to not hear that 'god awful roar' from your bike at 6am every morning"

"dr robby, mrs marshell was concerned about the snakeplant she got for your birthday, so i've moved it closer to the window for more sun"

"mrs m made me- well not made me, but heavily suggested/asked, to help with her shopping the other day. what a 70 year old lady needs 20kilos of lemons for is beyond me"

-one day the camera picks up dennis leaving mrs marshells house holding a tool kit, the older lady pulling him down for a tight hug and ruffling his hair, before gesturing him to stay put and going back inside, to then come out with a large tupperware. dennis looks like he's trying to refuse untill mrs marshell is shaking a finger at him and making him take the tuperware (that he almost drops while also holding the toolbox)-

"i'm in mrs m's bad books at the moment dr robby. she asked me to fix something up in her car, which, of course easy!. but I may have insinuated she not drive for the moment. like we both know she has that bad hip, and I swear her eye sight is getting worse!

i haven't felt like that since my momma gave me a right earhole when I was 13 when I flicked food at one of my brothers for saying the flash was better than spiderman, which come on! spiderman the whole way. they took that as declaration of war and a whole food fight happened but because I started it I was the one who got the telling off.

anyway she clipped me around the ear and sent me home with no dessert.

so yeah weird feeling, indignifying and belittling, but also nice? nostalgic."

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