The task force has been noticing some strange behavior since you joined the team—and not just from you, but from Simon, too. It started when Soap began paying closer attention to the two of you, noticing the way you’d catch each other’s eyes during meetings or sit so close that your shoulders brushed. But the strangest thing happened a month later. Gaz caught you in the kitchen drinking water at midnight; that wasn’t unusual, but the fact that you were wearing one of Simon’s t-shirts certainly was.
Then there was the time Soap saw you leaving Simon’s room, your hair dripping wet. When you noticed him standing there, you simply gave him a small, innocent smile and said, 'I ran out of hot water,' before walking away.
They just couldn't stop thinking about all the situation. So they decided to ask Simon in a subtle way.
"Hey buddyyy," Gaz said in a whiny tone. "So, you and her... you know. Are you a 'thing'?"
"A thing? You really need to think before talking." Simon rolled his eyes, not once looking up from his book.
"Aaah, you know! A thing! Like boyfriend and girlfriend." Gaz looked just like a teenager in high school.
"What? Me and Y/N? Isn't that obvious?" At this point, Simon was so pissed off; he just wanted to rest.
"Yeah! I mean, you two sit so close during briefings that I can see your shoulders touching. She wears your t-shirts to sleep. She leaves your room with her hair all wet, claiming she 'ran out of hot water.' Come on, bro. You even share your food with her—but with the team? Never. Lt, you can trust me. I can keep a secret." The smile on Gaz face was making Simon to throw up.
"It is not a secret." Simon thrust his hand in front of Gaz's face. Gaz could have sworn he had never seen that ring on Simon’s finger before.
"WAIT, WHAT IS THAT?" Gaz couldn't hide his astonishment, even if he wanted to.
"It is my wedding ring. We're married. She is my wife." Simon closed his book, stood up, and walked away from the common room, leaving Gaz absolutely perplexed. Gaz sat there, wondering how the fuck he was going to keep this a secret—even if Simon had just claimed it wasn’t one.
Hello! This is my first fic. I'm pretty anxious about it because i have wrote stories before but in my native language. If I'm really honest I correct the mistakes using AI I'm sorry (´＿｀。)ﾞ i hope you like it and if you have any suggestions to future posts let me know! Thank you ! ﾟ+.ﾟ(´▽`人)ﾟ+.ﾟ
Charlie’s fifth birthday party is today and the chance of rain keeps going up. I remember my fifth birthday party somewhat. It’s the first birthday party I can remember. Maybe it’ll be the first one she remembers too. And she’s gonna remember crying because it rained and she can’t go swimming bc they close the pool when it rains 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
UHM I DID NOT MEAN TO WRITE THIS MUCH, look, I am in a somewht slump, and I thought I wouldn't be able to write this properly, so my plan was to post like...the general idea...and now there's this. Inspired on this song (i've been listening to it on repeat the whole damn day) I've written a kinda big Hucklerabbot word vomit..
enjoy??
Dennis, who slowly came to feel so in peace around Robby. Maybe it was the constant touching, maybe the gentle guidance, the manhandling, the admiration he had for his senior attending. Whatever it was, Dennis felt calm, in a way he rarely did. His anxiety didn't magically seize to exist, but it felt manageable.
Dennis, who, months in, noticed he felt more than just relaxation. He didn't do anything about it, but after mulling over it all, rolling the word on his tongue and laying in bed with what he felt for the older man filling his lungs and squeezing his chest in a bittersweet ache, he came to accept it -- he loved Robby. Simple as that, yet not at all.
It wasn't hard for Dennis to keep quiet about his feelings, growing up in a small, religious town being a queer boy taught him how to not let these feelings out, it was almost comfortable - familiar - to feel the weight in his stomach as he watched dr. Robby, he took a somewhat masochist pleasure at the squeeze in his heart at the man's voice or touches. He would lay in bed at night, curled up on Trinity's guest room, and close his eyes, mentally tracing the ghostly warmth where the senior doctor had touched during their shift that day.
Yet, despite how well he kept appropriate distance, Robby always seemed to linger, in touches, glances, casual check ins that felt too soft -- "you okay, kid?". It left the med student a mess, trying and failing to ignore the fluttering in his stomach or the ache in his ribs. It all seemed like a terryfing yet unstopable build up, up until Robby offered to let Dennis crash on his house when Trinity left for an impromtu trip and forgot her roomate hadn't yet gotten a backup key for the apartment.
He really hadn't meant to do anything. Walking in as Robby ushered him inside, Dennis caught the photos on the walls, the traces of a well lived in home -- the support bars in the bathroom, the two sets of everything, the lingering smell of dr. Abbot's cologne. -- yet that didn't stop him from leaning foward when Robby leaned in, didn't stop Dennis from kissing the man, didn't stop their hands to roam each other, lips moving together desperately with pent up attraction. Like two magnets snapping together, they ended tangled in a mess of whispers, broken breaths and feelings too raw to be named.
Though, when Robby eventually chocked out a "you should leave", Dennis wasn't surprised (no matter how much he cried on his way out). Robby gave him enough money for a hotel room until Trinity was back, and that was how it all ended..kind of.
They did eventually "talk" -- which mostly meant Robby pulled him aside after one shift and gently explained they couldn't be anything more than strickly professional "you're my student and half my age, it's not right" the part about him being a married man went unsaid. Dennis didn't try to stop him, he just nodded, despite feeling out of his body on the way back home, despite laying in bed staring at the ceiling feeling hollow.
And he did just that, he kept it professional -- he didn't stop admiring and hanging onto Robby's teachings though, he still looked up at the man, despite the nauseous lump in his throat whenever they were in the same room. And when the time came for him to apply for his residency, he stashed his already made application in his nightstand and applied a town over. Trinity frowned at thay, she knew he wanted to stay in the Pitt more than anyone, and she also knew dr. Abbot was willing to give him a recommendation letter.
Dennis was still living with Trinity for the first few months of his residency, just until he saved up enough to safely move out somewhere closer to where he worked, and after that....Everything turned to a blur. Every day a blur of patients, monitors, medications, adrenaline rushes that left him exhausted by the end of his shift and the ever lasting, constant ache between his ribs. Like a blanket, his anxiety had always been pretty constant, but this ws a different weight. It left a hollow in his chest and a lump in his throat.
He found himself calling his mom once, laying on the couch with the covers by his feet, he wasn't sure why she called her -- despite not talking much since he moved out, his ma always favoured him over his dad, maybe it was because out of their four sons, Dennis was the only one who enjoyed helping her out on the house more than physical work in the farm. He had stayed in silence for a long moment after she picked up, grateful she noticed he was there and just trying to know what to say instead of hanging up.
"Does loving someone usually take so long to pass?"
Was how he started, voice barely a whisper, quiet and wet in a way that reminded her way too much of the little boy with big wet eyes that'd hide from his brothers behind her legs. Dennis felt weirdly lighter after talking with his mom.
"When you truly love someone, it may never pass, sweetheart"
"Even if I never see him again?"
Later that night, Dennis would notice she never commented on him saying "he" and cry, in some kind of relief this time.
Dennis found himself building a habit of going to his hospital's roof, sitting past the safety rail, feet dangling as he smoked, smoke curling up in the cold night. He'd look down at the dark landscape and feel weirdly settled. Like a messed up way to feel somewhat close to the man that still plagued his every thought. On the harder days, he'd sneak back to Pittsburg and sit on the back on The Pitt's building, drinking more than he should've with an empty stomach, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he listened to the distant sound of the day shift talking as they left and the night shift got in.
It had been...what? 6 months since he saw Robby. He kept contact with Trinity and the girls, aswell as checking up once a month with Dana and even Langdon, who was pretty nice once you got to know him.
That's when the last thing he expected to happen happened. He bumped into dr. Abbot on one of his day's off. It was awkward at first, standing right beside each other on the line of the coffee shop, but eventually, conversation started, and Dennis hadn't noticed how much he missed this until they were both seated and their drinks had already been finished hours before.
It was slow, the way they went back to talking. Dennis felt on edge after every encounter, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop -- and it did. Just not in the way he expected. Because it did late at night as he sat on the ledge like any other night, lungs filling with nicotine as he stared ahead and, with a bitter sigh, noticed how not only he missed Robby, but now he also longed for the next text or interaction with Abbot.
He felt ill. The days just as tiring as before, but now, on top of the already existing longing for the senior attending, he also craved the presence of his husband -- who for sure knew of what happened that night and hated Dennis-
"What did he say? After that night?"
Was what Abbot asked while he and Dennis trailed through a close by park, the sun was already setting and the chill settling in. The younger doctor walked while wearing Abbot's jacket, since the veteran seemed to always run hot and Dennis had started shivering minutes after the temperature dropped slightly.
Dennis was silent, but, much like when he talked with his mother, Abbot seemed to have no issue with waiting for Dennis to find his words. He mulled over it, watching the ground. He felt somewhat ashamed, he should feel guilty for what he did that night with Robby, but he couldn't find it in him. He sighed and swallowed dryly, shrugging in false nonchalance.
"that it wasn't right. Something about the age gap and power imbalance"
He looked back at Abbot, who didn't look mad in the slightest. He actually looked somewhat fond, like he could imagine Robby's speech. In that moment, Dennis felt that all familiar lump in his throat. He understood why Robby pulled back, looking at Jack, he understood why Robby wouldnt want to risk loosing him because of Dennis.
He hadn't, however, noticed the lump turned to tears until Abbot was pulling him in a hug, cooing about not being mad, and how he had known about Robby's infatuation, that if it was his call, Dennis would've never left their lives.
Dennis cried, pulling back only to feel Abbot wiping his tears away. He felt a bit stupid, but that quickly vanished when the older man oh so slowly leaned in, lips brushing the younger's until they finally pressed together. Whenthey pulled away, breathless despite the softness of the touch, he felt his stomach drop.
Great. The same mistake twice. Good job on leaving them behind and moving on, Dennis.
He felt just as hollow then, waiting for the inevitable "but" that was to come...Only Abbot kept looking at him until the blue irises locked onto the hazel of the veteran's, when Dennis frowned, Abbot hummed and pulled him close.
"Do you think it takes long for your love for someone to pass?"
Dennis stared, and, with a weight in his stomach, whispered.
"I don't think it ever passes, if you love someone"
Jack hummed, cupping Dennis' jaw and nodding.
"I think you shouldn't have left." he whispers "And I think my idiot husband will rather wallow in his sadness than try to reach out. I wanted to talk to you to see if you'd be willing to give him a chance but..."
Abbot let out a breathy chuckle, leaning his forehead on Dennis' shoulder, causing the younger man to frown.
"I get him, now. Anyone ever told you how irresistable you are, kid?
"oh" Dennis felt his face heat up, looking at Abbot's smirk and affectionate "oh"
