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HuckleRobby
If You Don't Beat Me To It (Roadtrip, past sibling abuse) wc: 30k ~in progress
A brother attempting suicide means Dennis needs to get back home to Broken Bow - Robby offers to drive him.
Turn The Other Cheek wc:11k
5 times Dennis gets his ass slapped at work + 1 time he slaps back
Lessons in Trust (18+, noncon, gangbang, smut) wc: 5.9k
HuckleRabbot
Anything for You (misunderstandings and stalkers) wc 31k
Dennis mistakes secret admirer gifts from Rabbot for his stalker escalating
Should the Pieces Fit (Aro x Allo x Ace) wc: 2.5k
Angry Dennis one and two wc: 2.6k
HuckleAbbot
Got My Eyes on You (Dennis used to have a stalker in BB)
Casting Couch (18+, dubcon)
Naked Meetcute (Drabble)
Flirting or Bullying? (Drabble)
Abbot X Reader
Ace!Reader - If You Mean It (Ace get together fic + holiday oneshot) wc: 16k
fall free and sedate me (18+, somno noncon smut) wc: 19.9 k in progress
Jemma
to: My Favourite Med Student wc 2.4
The Valentine's day card Emma wrote to confess her feelings to Joy is accidentally taken by Ogilvie, who thinks it was meant for him.
Now trying to dodge his advances, and come up with a way to let him down gently, Emma needs Joy’s help.
"Did you know people are getting scared when they read your horror stories?? Did you know that people are laughing when they read your comedy stories?? Isn't that gross? Aren't you scandalised??"
When Pope started as a janitor at PTMC, a lot of the staff made it very clear just how attractive they found him.
Princess made a point of finding at least one thing per shift she absolutely needed to be tidied by him. Leaning over him to make sure it got clean, bracing herself on his thick bicep, batting her eyes and purring in his ear about how his partner must love how handy he is, and oh! you don’t have a partner? I'm sure I could fix that...
He'd thought they would all be put off by his, well… everything. But that didn't seem to be the case. No matter how gruff and clipped he was with them, they still sought him out, leaned in too close, eyed him up and down, made it clear he was their eye candy for shift.
It doesn’t bother him as much as it probably should. Sure it’s uncomfortable and makes him blush, but no one does more than make vague innuendo; flirting while they lightly grope his arms. It’s certainly not the worst he’s had to put up with for a job. Not even the worst he’s put up with for far less than that. Even if it reminds him a little too much of how Smurf used to handle him.
He wonders if maybe it’s just the way the ER works. He’s certainly seen his brother flirt with just about anything that breathes in this place. But he doesn’t really understand it, flirting means intention, it means they want something from you, it means the promise of more. So he doesn’t flirt back, hating the idea of someone wanting to collect on that promise.
But the people around here seem to flirt with each other just to pass the time.
Well, most of them. There were some exceptions.
Dr. Whitaker, for one.
Looking at him for the first time, Andrew was reminded so much of the homeless kids back home. The ones who would come half starved to his lot using his half-pipe, needing somewhere to escape to.
Mostly he finds the doctor a little desperate for approval, desperate to show his worth, wide eyed at any sign of praise thrown his way.
The kind of guy Smurf would have chewed up and spit out in a heartbeat.
Though he’d learned early on not to be fooled by the kids' appearance.
Andrew had been about five seconds away from getting fired when Dennis had saved him.
One of the surgeons had been down. The beefy gelled one called some stupid nickname; which the guy actually looked douchey enough to take pride in.
The guy’d nearly run headfirst into Andrew while he was taking out the last of the carnage from trauma two. Tearing into him about getting in the way of the people who actually mattered around here.
And Pope's ears had started ringing, vision narrowed down to the curl of the surgeon's lip.
Clenching his fists around the waste bin in his hands till it creaked, ready to snap in half. Glaring murder at the man that, in his old life, he could have taken care of in a heartbeat.
But he was in Pittsburgh, trying to put his past behind him and be a better man, trying to atone. Trying to make up for each unforgivable thing he's done. Done because the only thing his hands are- were capable of was violence.
So he counted to ten in his head, like Jack had taught him. Tried to breathe through the rage burning in his stomach.
And when he got to six and the man sneered, “Christ, what are you dumb and blind? I know picking up garbage doesn’t take a genius, but I thought they’d at least hire someone who knew how to talk.” Andrew had been about five seconds away from putting his fist straight through the guy's head, and from the subsequent firing that would have led to.
But just as he was about to make that a reality, prying his hand off the bin, fist clenching till his bones creaked.
The dirty blond doctor, a good fifty pounds lighter than either of them, stormed up. Furious as he crossed his arms, glaring up at the muscled surgeon, “Dr. Park, I didn’t realise you had time in your busy schedule to harass our hard working coworkers. Maybe I should let trauma one know you’re gonna be delayed because you need to get one last insult in?”
All Pope could do was stare in wonder. Barely paying attention as the surgeon stomped off, muttering some threat under his breath that Pope filled away for later. In case he needed to visit the surgeon outside of work hours to make sure this kid never saw the consequences of standing up for Andrew.
His throat locked up as the guy turned to him, rubbing the back of his neck and looking a little embarrassed by the whole outburst, “Sorry, I swear it’s just the ortho department that’s set on hiring assholes, the rest of us aren’t that bad.”
He’d blinked, trying to puzzle the kid out. Trying to figure out what could have been in it for him. Why he would do something like that for Andrew.
But the guy didn’t seem put off, smiling up at Andrew while he introduced himself and let Pope know he’d had his own run in’s with Dr. Park, conspiratorially adding, "They may call him shark, but he doesn't bite, don’t let him intimidate you.”
And the thought of anyone intimidating Andrew was laughable. But he flushed warm at the idea that Dennis thought he might need defending, that Dennis was ready to jump in to do that for him. For someone he’d barely exchanged more than two words with.
From that moment on Andrew started to keep an eye out for Dr. Whitaker.
He told himself it was just because he didn't like feeling indebted to the little blond. That Andrew was just looking for an opportunity to pay him back, to even the score.
But there might have been something about the way Dennis treated Pope like a normal human being, that influenced him. Something deep down that liked that Dennis didn’t see him as just his body, just his muscles and freckles and looks.
Anything for You (a comedy of errors) wc: 26k ch: 6/6
Dennis is convinced his stalker is escalating, going from creepy texts and echoing footsteps that follow him home, to sudden love notes and gifts in his locker.
Or, maybe Jack and Robby picked a particularly bad time to start leaving him anonymous gifts as they attempt to woo Dennis into joining their relationship.
Read the completed (and newly re-edited) fic on ao3
turnnoffyourmind
romaincrisis
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