#rabbit-bitxh

[legiuncula]

@rabbit-bitxh sent: "Please don't close the door. Can we talk?" ( Dymtro I had to that drama is just too good )

The minute he opens the door, Dmytro's heart drops down into the pit of his stomach. It's him? It's really him? Іди на хуй. "You've got a nerve to be standing there after three months of nothing, you know." The Ukrainian mutters as he stands with a hand holding the door open, not moving a muscle as if he's content to just stand there and let Robby stew on the doorstep for as long as he wants to be there. That usual joviality isn't there, that impish mischief, that bright sparkle in his eyes. No, he's angry, and he's not going to try to hide it.

Though the temptation is real, to just step back and slam the door closed in his face. There's so much he wants to say, so much he wants to hurl at this shaggy-looking remnant of his fiancée, although maybe not while the guy's standing on his welcome mat where others can easily overhear their conversation. This isn't any of their business. "I guess..." The resident decides as he steps back, holding the door further open to let the attending inside. "The girls are at their aunts. Otherwise, I wouldn't be letting you in right now." Just so he knows. He doesn't want the girls to hear all of this. "Move your ass before I change my mind."

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Robin keeps to the same route without thinking about it anymore. It started as something simple, something she could control. Same streets, same turns, same quiet stretch where the city softens just enough for her to breathe. It helps. The predictability. The rhythm. Knowing exactly where she is and where she’s going. Lately, though, her thoughts don’t stay on the path. They drift. Back to him.

Robby. The man she keeps running into like it’s coincidence, even though it’s started to feel like something else. She remembers the first time clearly, the way his eyes looked. Tired. Heavy. Like he was carrying something he didn’t talk about. That look isn’t always there anymore. It still shows up sometimes, quiet and distant, but more often now it’s softened at the edges. Easier. Warmer. And she’s noticed, maybe more than she should, that it happens when they’re together. Talking. Just existing in the same space.

She turns the last corner, already scanning ahead out of habit, a flicker of anticipation tightening her steps. This is where he usually is. But he’s not. Robin slows, brow pulling faintly as she looks around, the absence catching her off guard for half a second before she spots him a few steps down the block, walking toward her. Relief comes quick, chased by something lighter, and she straightens slightly, a smile already forming by the time he’s close enough to hear her.

“I beat you today,” she says, a little proud, a little teasing, like it matters more than it should.

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[posmishky]

@rabbit-bitxh sent: [ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

He knew it was wrong. That all that separated them from the rest of the staff, from being on full view, was a thin curtain and a locked door. But there was something about being fucked in an empty patient's room so close to everyone that just made it all the more -- - exciting.

Dmytro gripped onto the bed as his chief attending pounded into him, legs wrapped around the older man's waist, biting down hard onto the inside of his lips as he desperately tried not to make a single noise while his body wanted to scream Robby's name at the top of his lungs. He wanted to praise him, wanted to encourage him, but he knew if he let even a word slip out, he wouldn't be able to hold back. All he could do instead was pant, releasing his hands as they slid up Robby's side, fingertips digging into his skin. "Tak..." He managed to whisper, all that he'd allow through just to be safe.

[protectxthem]

@rabbit-bitxh asked: 🛗 (to jack from resident Robby)

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He's rushing for the elevator, sneakers squeaking on the floor as he runs. He tosses his half-empty cup of coffee in a trash can as he passes by. He sticks his hand out to stop the doors from closing, and the doors sense his hand and open back up.

Jack sighs a bit in relief and steps onto the elevator, stethoscope falling off his neck. He fixes his stethoscope and looks up at the numbers above the door. He glances over and spots Michael. A small smirk crosses his lips. They were rivals, and Jack always found a way to annoy or agitate the taller resident as often as he could.

Jack opens his mouth to speak, but ends up stumbling and bumping into the other as the elevator jerks to a sudden halt. He shoots his hands out to try to catch himself, but his hands land on Robby's chest. He quickly drops his hands from his chest, moves toward the elevator buttons, and tries to hit the door-open button, but nothing happens. "Damn it." He sighs.

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@rabbit-bitxh continued from x.

Dmytro didn't really care about what people thought of him. Whether it stemmed from him squaring up to his superiors when he didn't agree with a decision, or right down to any opinion on him dating his chief attending. He'd meet anyone eye to eye who had a problem with it. As long as it didn't interfere with their work, to him, it wasn't anyone else's business.

He'd die on that hill without a flicker of hesitation.

As he stood at the board, or rather, leaning his weight more onto one food with his hands rested against his hips, staring up at each line as he took them in, he was deciding who he'd see first and maybe throw a few in his peers direction if he didn't manage to get to them. It was a pair of familiar strong arms that wrapped around his slender waist that finally drew his gaze away.

"Dobroho ranku, krasune." The veteran mused as he leaned his neck to the side to give the taller man more room, finding his cheeks flushing a little as he turned around in his arms to look up at him. "Trymay mene tak shche trokhy, i nam znovu dovedetʹsya yty na vosʹmyy poverkh." He really was glad that he could have these conversations with Robby, their own little private chats, kept away from everyone else.

It wasn't like they were the only one who did it...

[medikdog]

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Send a 💖 if your muse finds my muse attractive.

"Does this mean I can finally ask you out for coffee? Or is that too old fashioned? How about a trip to the farmer's market on Sunday?"

[pittresilience]

continued from here {x}

Jack goes quiet for a second at that—not pulling away, not shifting much at all, but something in him stills like the words hit a little deeper than they should.

He doesn’t answer right away.

His arm tightens just slightly where it’s wrapped around him, a subtle pull that brings Robby closer without making a point of it. His thumb brushes once along his side again, slower this time, more deliberate. There’s a quiet exhale, something heavier than before, like he’s choosing not to say something instead of just letting it pass.

“Yeah,” Jack murmurs finally, voice low, softer than it was a moment ago. “That’s okay.”

He tilts his head just enough to rest more fully against him, eyes still closed, but there’s something more aware in the way he settles now. More present. Like he’s not just drifting anymore—he’s choosing to stay right there.

“…missed you too,” he adds after a second, quieter still, almost like it slips out before he can stop it. His hold doesn’t loosen. If anything, it stays just a little tighter as his breathing evens out again, like he’s letting himself have this—just this—without overthinking it.

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[pittmash]

@rabbit-bitxh had faith for a starter

"So , apparently you don't have a best friend? " He sips his beer with practiced innocence. "Quite rude , man , you're a like a brother to me, and you tell those residents things to hurt my feelings ...rude...very rude."

Nothing, well almost nothing passed by Jack without him noticing it. When Robby stated to Langdon that he had no best friend, there was a shake in the force. The grapevines of Perlah and Princess made it to his ears. He sat preciously on that information with the entend to torture Robby with it at their next hang out.

They were in a steak house after some riding around out of the city. Well it had more been who between a 2 wheeler and a 4 wheeler could get pulled faster, but that's how you rolled sometimes.