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I had to unpublish my Yandere oneshot book on Wattpad because of the new guidelines and I posted a message about it on my Wattpad message board because it has an announcement to all followers option. Well, as it turned out I had to not put my ao3 link in the message because Wattpad has banned outside links in your announcements. So if you need to announce to your followers that you’re unpublishing a book or not going to be on Wattpad anymore, I recommend:
1. Unpublishing all chapters except an announcement chapter with a link to your alt fanfic site and/or your ao3 username.
2. Just posting your ao3 username in the message board announcement without the link.
Edit: Yall I’ve been using ao3 for 5 years. I’ve been cross posting my fics whenever I make one. The Yandere Oneshots been backed up on ao3 as a multi-chapter work since they were created. I know how to use ao3. I’ve just been posting them on Wattpad because of the community there(like my commenters were having a blast on my Yandere oneshot book on Wattpad). Furthermore the oneshots are literally posted on my tumblr first.
Synopsis: On audit day in the Emergency Room, Dr. Michael Robinavitch comes face to face with everything he hates about hospital bureaucracy—and the one lawyer who enforces it. As the audit takes place and Robby pays more attention to (Y/N), both men discover that they may not be as incompatible as they thought.
Warnings: None.
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Robby hated the bureaucratic part of working in a hospital; the doctor truly wished that someday humanity would overcome the endless paperwork and red tape deeply innate to the species. After all, Robby was a doctor and not a public servant; he flourished taking care of patients, getting his hands dirty, and saving lives. On the other hand, he withered when it came to charting, taking care of administrative tasks in the emergency room, and managing the other doctors—but it was a part of the job, and at the end of the day, he had to make ends meet until the world stopped treating medicine as a business instead of a basic human right.
(Y/N) loved the paperwork and bureaucracy; after all, he was a lawyer, and without complicated papers and conflicts, he would be out of a job. The male was in charge of the hospital's legal team, taking care not only of the doctors when they were sued for malpractice, but also making sure that the regulations from the health department were being followed and the hospital's internal policy was correctly executed by the staff.
As per hospital policy, (Y/N) ran random audits in every sector of the institution. According to the system, today was the Emergency Room’s day, and although he would never admit it out loud, his favorite sector to audit was the Pitt, mainly because he could meet and look at Doctor Michael Robinavitch occasionally, pissing off the attending was also fun.
It wasn't a spoken rule or a verbal agreement of any sort, but Robby knew it was going to be a challenging day when the first thing he saw in the morning inside the hospital was (Y/N) and his metal clipboard.
The ER staff called (Y/N) “Hawk” because the male had sharp eyes, and truly nothing would escape his gaze.
The handoff from the night shift had just ended, and Robby was assigning residents and interns their tasks, until the familiar “click” and “clack” from the expensive shoes (Y/N) wore echoed down from the main corridor towards the nurse hub.
Robby could recognize that sound from a mile away. He pretended to despise it, but it actually made his heart accelerate and his breathing grow more intense. There was something humiliating about it—how his body reacted before his mind could catch up. The sharp rhythm of those shoes cut through the ER noise like a warning bell, and no matter how busy he was, Robby always noticed.
“Doctor Robinavitch, how are you doing on this beautiful morning?” (Y/N) asked, smiling.
“I was doing great, Mr. (L/N). What can I help you with? I’m sure you’re not here due to an injury,” Robby snapped back and put on his glasses to take a better look at (Y/N).
“Thankfully, I’m not here due to an injury; it’s a random audit, you know the drill. But don’t stress yourself—I won’t be breathing down your neck or messing with your Pitt,” (Y/N) said.
“Hello, sweetie,” Dana said.
“Dana, hi, how are you doing? Did you cash in that check?” (Y/N) asked, leaning against the counter “Yes! Thank you so much! So, are you here to audit us?” the nurse asked, and Robby looked a bit clueless.
“(Y/N) made the guy that punched me pay 20,000 dollars in physical and mental damages,” Dana explained. “It doesn’t make up for what he did, but it’s a nice way to start. Anyways, yeah, I’m here for an audit. See you guys in a bit,” the male spoke, walking off toward the pharmacy of the ER, already taking notes on his clipboard.
Robby watched as different doctors and nurses greeted (Y/N). “You are the only one who has a problem with him,” Dana spoke, looking in the same direction Robby was staring. “I don’t have a problem with him,” Robby argued.
“Well, everyone thinks that you do—unless it’s something else,” Dana joked, and Robby rolled his eyes. “Everyone should be doing their jobs and not playing gossip in an ER; this isn’t high school,” Robby vented, and Dana lifted her arms as if surrendering. “You got it, boss.”
The conversation was interrupted by an incoming trauma alert.
~ X ~
(Y/N) had just finished talking to Frank about his coming-back routine. He was ninety percent done with the audit, but needed a signature from the charge nurse and the attending in charge. Finding Dana was easy, and she happily signed the sheet of paper after checking (Y/N)’s findings. “Gosh, nothing really escapes your gaze, huh?” the nurse spoke, signing the papers.
“Yeah, but most of these findings are not medical or nursing staff problems; they’re more related to maintenance and pharmacy,” (Y/N) explained as Dana handed him back the clipboard with her signature.
“Thanks, I’m almost done—just have to do the hardest chore: get Dr. Robby to sign this,” (Y/N) smiled awkwardly, and Dana wished him good luck.
(Y/N) looked around for a while until he saw Robby marching toward the back of the ER. He wasn’t exactly in a hurry, but he also wasn’t really walking. (Y/N) started jogging to catch up with him.
“Doctor Robinavitch?” (Y/N) called once, but the male kept walking.
“Doctor Robinavitch, just a second,” (Y/N) said once again.
“Of course, but not this second,” Robby spoke and entered a room.
(Y/N) saw red. He could get by being ignored, disliked, or even made fun of, but disrespect definitely crossed a line for him. (Y/N) stormed inside the room Robby had walked into without even checking.
“Hey, I get it—you hate me. I’m not a doctor, and I just annoy you, but despite not saving lives, my job is also important, and I’m just as needed as anyone here to keep this hospital going—”
(Y/N)’s senses recovered, and he realized he was inside the bathroom. Robby was using one of the urinals, his hand slammed against the wall, and his neck slightly bent toward (Y/N). For half a second, neither of them moved. The room felt unbearably small, thick with the sharp smell of disinfectant and something electric neither of them wanted to name.
(Y/N) felt his face get extremely hot, his tie suddenly felt tighter than ever, and the collar of his well-pressed white shirt felt like it was made of nails. He became painfully aware of how close he was—too close—and of how silently Robby had gone.
“I’ll be outside,” (Y/N) said, exiting the bathroom. Robby took his time finishing his business, washing his hands, and walking outside.
(Y/N) was hitting the clipboard against his forehead and whispering, “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” on a loop.
“Hey, you’re not stupid. It was an honest mistake,” Robby said, trying to soften the mood. “Besides, I don’t hate you. I just hate all the red tape and stuff that keeps me from doing my actual job,” Robby added.
“Really?” (Y/N) asked.
“Yeah, really. You not only take good care of this hospital, but also of my doctors and nurses, so I couldn’t hate you. We’re just from different universes,” Robby explained. He meant it more than he expected to, and the realization softened his voice before he could stop it.
“Yeah, I’m sorry for interrupting the ten seconds you have to pee daily,” (Y/N) joked. “It’s fine—it’s always interrupted anyway,” Robby replied. “Though the way you did it definitely earns a record.”
Robby laughed, and (Y/N) blushed.
“Let me take a look at this,” Robby said, grabbing the clipboard and checking all of the findings (Y/N) added to the record. Everything seemed aligned with what he had seen working the Pitt.
Robby took a look around and took a deep breath. He truly didn’t despise or hate (Y/N); the accelerated heart rate and faster breathing were actually related to the opposite feeling. Robby was just a bit stubborn to admit that he might like a guy—and that the guy was (Y/N), in his fancy suit, expensive shoes, and way-too-organized clipboard.
After gathering the courage to ask what he had been wanting to ask for a while, he decided to shoot his shot. The worst thing he could hear was “no.”
“So, what are you doing later—”
Robby wasn’t able to finish his question because a gurney came rolling towards them.
“Male, thirty-five. BP is dropping. We did two rounds of epi to get his heart back, but he has an irregular heartbeat. Car versus motorcycle trauma—the driver of the bike is in really bad shape,” the paramedic spoke.
“Oh…” (Y/N) said when he saw the amount of blood and the semi-exposed internal organs of the driver.
“Get him to Trauma One,” Robby ordered. “(Y/N)? Talk to me.” For a split second, panic cut through the practiced calm in his voice.
But (Y/N) fainted at the sight of blood, hitting his head against the door handle in the process.
~ X ~
(Y/N) felt something pinching his forehead and the headache of a lifetime at the same time. He moaned in pain and slowly opened his eyes.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Robby said.
“Hey, Michael,” (Y/N) replied, taking a look around. “Do you know what happened?” Robby inquired, already using his small lantern to check (Y/N)’s pupils. “Yeah. I saw that guy split in half and passed out. I have hematophobia,” (Y/N) explained.
“Afraid of blood and works in a hospital? That’s new,” Robby joked, turning off the flashlight.
“I work on the legal team—no blood there,” (Y/N) defended himself. “What are you doing to my forehead?”
“You hit your head against the doorknob when you fell and lacerated part of your face,” Robby said. “Shit, how big is it? Will it leave a scar?” (Y/N) asked.
“Not big at all. I’m taking my time and doing intradermal stitches to reduce scarring to a minimum. You’ll remain pretty,” Robby reassured him. His hands were steady, careful in a way that felt more personal than professional, and (Y/N) found himself holding still far more for the closeness than for the stitches.
“You think I’m pretty?” (Y/N) asked with a big smile on his lips.“Does anyone think you’re not?” Robby asked back, and (Y/N) blushed even further.
“Let me finish these stitches, and I’ll discharge you,” Robby said.
“I thought you were going to ask me out… isn’t that what you were going to say before I crashed down?” (Y/N) asked shyly.
“Yeah, I was, but I had to gather a lot of courage to ask that. I don’t have it in my nature to ask twice in the same day,” Robby explained.
“Good thing my memory extends over a period of unconsciousness,” (Y/N) said, leaning against the bed and letting Robby finish the delicate stitching.
(Y/N) definitely took advantage of the proximity to observe Robby and how focused he looked. “What are you looking at?” Robby asked.
“You. I also think you’re pretty,” (Y/N) answered, and Robby smiled, looking down.
“I’ll be off the clock in fifteen minutes. I just have to finish handoffs. Do you want to grab a few drinks after?” Robby asked.
“See? I knew you had it in you to ask twice. It would be my pleasure to have a drink with you,” (Y/N) said.
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