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trinity santos singing You Outta Know at karaoke for two reasons:
1. it’s her breakup song for garcia
2. it reminds her of langdon. her obsession with him is so deep. she had ten months to fully process, cope, and get over what happened in one day and still refuses to get over it.
trinity santos i love you and everything that you are. you are the pettiest person in the world and while it irritates me it also inspires me to be pettier.
THE PITT SPOILERS!!
my final thoughts on the pitt season two finale <\3
javadi being the first to point out everyone’s issues straight up is so funny to me. victoria javadi i love you.
mel having to cope with becca being her own person. mel lock in she’s okay i promise.
seeing dennis with theo and amy oh my god. robby looked wayyy too jealous. i was actually so irritated when seeing it. dennis you literally said you’d back off from her and now you’re in her car going to her house?? brotha stop.
jacks speech to robby made me cry. i love that old man so much.
baran i love you.
digby why tf did you steal whitaker’s ID and the dressed up dummy??
robby if you don’t adopt that fucking baby.
trinity’s fashion oh my god?? it’s beautiful. the karaoke end credit was beautiful.
i can’t believe that’s all there is until next year.
THE PITT SPOILERS!!
trinity making a Clue reference and dennis not getting it, then saying he has no clue was so funny. also langdon trying so hard to be helpful is so sweet i love my boy.
langdon and ellis talking about how robby feels about him. ellis being able to tell how robby actually feels about the situation.
javadi talking back to robby a little about the ICE situation and posting about it. also robby’s little comment about having cell phones was so funny i loved it.
dana telling jack she’s scared of robby leaving oh my god. (shawn hatosy the man you are thank you for existing you’re beautiful)
THE BIKE WAS FUCKING BROKEN OH MY GOD!!!! dennis trying to take care of it too, getting left alone to lift it. love of my life istg.
robby saying find a higher place to jump. no, robby. let’s not.
dennis is such a sweet baby helping the one woman get home. he’s actually the love of my life.
dennis snapping at langdon surprised me a little. also langdon saying “don’t apologize for standing up for yourself. it’s a healthy habit.” reminds me of trinity. dennis has come so far thanks to living with trinity. he’s more confident in himself. i feel like langdon can see that even if he doesn’t know they live together. he can tell they’re friends based off of the Clue reference interaction.
whoever that paramedic with the beautiful cocoa skin and sexy fucking muscles was oh my god.
every robby and duke interaction has made me cry so hard already. i’ve cried multiple times during this episode.
robby placing his trust in langdon to do something extremely risky and langdon succeeding made me so proud. he was so scared he’d fail again but did it. im so proud.
duke telling robby his last lesson to the pittlings is running away and robby having a visible realization that he doesn’t want them to think he’s running like that.
robby reading al-hashimi’s chart oh my god. as if i haven’t cried enough during this fucking episode.
i need omega jack abbott.
dominant omega jack abbott that tries to knot switch alpha robby. they both know it probably won’t work, but that doesn’t stop jack.
omega jack who scents robby’s clothes rather than robby scenting his.
no one in the pitt knows jack’s secondary gender because of how confusing and misleading he is about it. he acts like an alpha yet presents like an omega under certain circumstances. some people have theorized he’s a beta, others have placed secret bets on him being an alpha or omega.
it isn’t until omega dennis enters the pitt that anyone discovers what he is.
dennis can smell jack all over robby’s clothes, and for some reason, he loves it. he thinks it’s robby’s natural scent because of how much robby reeks of it, but when he meets jack for the first time, he’s absolutely overcome by it.
dennis follows the man around anytime he’s put on the night shift. jack notices the other omega’s behavior and finds it cute, but he isn’t sure how dennis would react to finding out jack isn’t an alpha like he thought he was.
dennis isn’t as oblivious as he seems. he knows jack is an omega. he doesn’t care. he can tell jack and robby are mated in some sense. he asks around, people tell him they’re in some sort of a casual relationship. that doesn’t stop dennis. in fact, it gives him hope. if it’s casual, he can weed his way in.
dennis starts scenting anything of jack’s that gets left out, and when he notices a change in robby’s behavior, he starts to scent robby’s things as well.
he does it to both of the men for three weeks before they finally confront him.
jack is dominant, firm with his words. robby is sweeter, more guiding when asking dennis what his intentions are.
it doesn’t take the older men long to figure out what dennis wants, and they’re both eager to give it to him.
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this is mostly a self indulgent, lazy-post. i love the idea of omega jack, alpha robby, and omega dennis. it works so well no matter how you pair them together, whether it’s rabbott, hucklerobby, hucklerabbott, or huckleabbott.

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THE PITT SPOILERS!!
NIGHT SHIFT EPISODE OH MY GODDD!!
small huckleabbot interactions i’m so happy oh my god.
robby’s attitude with dana is killing me. i love him but please lock in <\3
every conversation dennis and santos are having is driving me crazy. she’s so clearly scared of him leaving but she won’t stop distancing herself. dennis is trying so hard to tell her he won’t leave but she doesn’t believe it oh my god.
robby pressuring javadi into helping the chief of neuro when he knows she has no interest in anything surgery-related. even if it is just to release the pressure it’s way more than she wants to do.
i’m sorry but emma’s expression when digby said he lives wherever he wants was so funny. she was like ‘you’re joking..”
dennis you’re so funny please slash robby’s tires.
i need to know more about digby’s life. i’m crying over this poor man way too much.
mel and langdon’s interactions were so cute.
robby projecting his thought process onto orlando diaz. robby stop.
the robby and noelle interaction and how abbot was looking at them…
the ogilvie and whitaker interaction was so fucking sweet. i genuinely loved it so much.
i did not like the end of this fucking episode. i know robby is in season 3, but dammit the way this episode ended is killing me. all of his concerns, him needing to leave but not being ready to, then saying “what if i don’t come back?” i genuinely think robby is trying to ask for help, for people to tell him to stay and that he is needed, but no one is doing that and it’s making him feel worse and worse. he wants nothing more than to be loved and needed. he doesn’t really want to die, but he feels so damn helpless and doesn’t know how to ask for help. he’s just giving up instead of trying to keep his head above the water.
please jack abbot, please dennis whitaker, if you can hear me, slash his tires.
ogilvie who used to play something stupid like competitive water frisbee or water polo. something involving swimming.
joy who finds his old instragram account from ninth grade that he got locked out of and makes a point to print out and plaster random pictures of fifteen year old ogilvie around the nurses station in only places a staff member would think to look so no patients see.
javadi who finds one and can’t help but secretly laugh at it.
ogilvie is mortified and going into a slight psychosis over the fact that old pictures of him are turning up in the ED, and other doctors and med students keep laughing about it.
he can’t get back into the account, but he tries every day in hopes of putting an end to this.
(spoiler alert!! it never stops)
admittedly when robby and al-hashimi interacted for the first time it looked like robby was both threatened by her capabilities and competence as well as completely enamored and at risk of falling in love with her…
i can’t be the only would who likes to dabble in robbishimi… right?
robbishimi, al-robby, robinavitch-hashimi..? we’ll keep workshopping it…
hear me out: park the shark with emma nolan as a roommate…
it was entirely unexpected. he went down to the pitt for a consult and overheard a conversation between dana and emma. emma needed a decent place to stay. she wanted to put up a flier or ask around, but dana warned her against it. she said,
“you don’t want to room with one of these idiots,” dana gestured vaguely to the entirety of the pitt. “they’ll suck you dry for all you’re worth before ever thankin’ you. just stick it out, kid. you’ll be able to afford a better place soon.” dana racked her clipboard.
park couldn’t help but stare at the young, doe-eyed girl standing at the nurses station. she was cute. clear brown skin, pretty deep brown eyes, and her hair tied into two braids.
his therapist had told him to get a roommate or emotional support animal. apparently he was too socially disconnected. he thought both ideas were bullshit, but at least a roommate could be self-sustaining, and on his salary, it wasn’t like they’d ever actually have to pay rent.
with a confident stride, park circled the nurses station and landed before emma. he looked down at the younger girl, his beady eyes boring into hers.
“you’re looking for a place to live?” his question sounded more like a statement.
emma nearly jumped at his words. if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was like a deer caught in headlights. how silly.
“uh, yes. y-yeah, yes.” she nodded, her hands visibly tightening their grip on the clipboard she held.
“live with me.” park offered, though it was more akin to a demand.
“ah, i’m sorry— who are you?” she asked shyly.
park watched as the young girl turned her head to look around, most likely for dana.
“brendon park, orthopedic surgeon.” he extended his hand, which she took tentatively. her hands were soft compared to park’s. “i need a roommate. you need a place to live. ask yolanda garcia or jack abbot about my character if you’re concerned.”
emma’s hand slipped from his. it wasn’t that park wanted to hold her hand again. he liked the way it felt. yes. that was a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he wanted to touch her hand again.
park wrote down his number and gave it to emma. if she wanted a place to live, she could call him.
a solid one and a half weeks later, park received a call. that familiar, soft, tentative voice, that had been in his mind for far too long, was in his ear now, asking him to see his home.
he picked her up from the hospital immediately.
emma checked his home with a shy, yet obvious meticulousness. she checked his sink, stove, fridge, washer, and dryer, to see if they worked to her standard. she checked the water pressure of the shower in the en-suite bath to what would be her room, and she checked the furnace— which park questioned her about.
“i have two older brothers,” she began with a shy, yet adorable smile. “when they weren’t roughhousing with me, they were teaching me things i’d need to know.”
park gave a content nod, tucking that information away for himself.
emma agreed to living with park, and for the next few weeks, she was almost entirely absent in his house. it wasn’t that she was never there. quite the opposite. it was that she was so quiet, so aware of park’s space, that she always managed to evade him.
it took a solid two and a half months of her living there for park to even notice her presence.
one night in early august when park had gotten home after a particularly rough shift, emma was sat curled up on the couch in a pair of fuzzy pink and grey plaid pajama pants, a grey tank top, and a throw blanket around her shoulders. on the living room tv was a video of rain sounds, the fireplace was lit, and there was a mug of tea in one of her hands while the other held a book. her hair wasn’t tied in its usual two braids. it was loose and curly, cascading around her shoulders.
the sight of her looking so comfortable in his home made a part of him that had never been awakened, ache.
the dark oak floorboards creaked beneath his feet. emma looked up, her book snapping shut and her beautiful brown eyes going wide.
“oh, uhm— hi. i can— i’ll go back to my room.” she shifted and tried to stand, but park’s hand in the air stopped her.
“stay.” he commanded quietly.
emma listened.
park padded toward the couch slowly and sat beside her. his hands remained in his lap, her hands remained on her book.
they sat in a mildly comfortable silence— aside from the rain sounds— with not a word spoken between them for a lengthy period of time.
emma, after ten or so minutes, opened her book and began reading again.
park watched her slender fingers each time they turned the page. it was like music to his ears when he heard that sound and candy to his eyes when he saw her soft hands moving.
after what was maybe forty minutes of their shared silence, park stood and walked to his bedroom.
he didn’t leave for the rest of the night.
this continued any time emma was in the living room. she’d offer to vacate the space, park would tell her to stay, she’d read, and he’d sit. it was a comfortable routine that began to form for them.
it helped them open up to each other.
park would find emma in the kitchen at the same time as him, and instead of scampering off at the sight of him, she’d stay and continue whatever menial task she had been previously doing.
a magnetic calendar appeared on the fridge one day with a work schedule and other dates such as appointments or friends parties jotted down in different colors. purple for work, orange for appointments, pink for friends. there were a red and blue marker as well, but both remained untouched.
that was until park began writing his own work schedule in red and his appointments in blue. it began a quiet task to mark the calendar or leave small notes on the note section for the other person.
a grocery list written with a mix of blue and purple from the two, small notes about the a/c being broken, or something about post-shift plans that weren’t written in so the other wouldn’t wonder where their roommate was or if they were unsafe.
with this new system, park was aware of emma’s schedule. he began making her lunches or dinners to pack depending on the shift she worked.
he never said anything about it. he would simply pack whatever he had made for himself for her as well and left sticky notes on what was hers. after noticing how she left tomatoes in the container after one of her lunches, park put a note on the fridge. it said,
list of things you don’t like/are allergic to:
emma, of course, wrote down what she didn’t like on one column and things she was allergic to on the other. after that, anything she wrote was never in her meals.
their routine experienced a shift when, one night, park came home, and emma wasn’t on her usual spot in the living room. he usually didn’t seek her out, but on this particular night, he felt compelled to.
park found his way to her room and lifted his knuckles to knock, but the sound of muffled cries made him stop.
park hesitated and contemplated for a few minutes if he wanted to get involved with this. he could turn and pretend he never heard her. he could save himself the emotional distress of dealing with someone else’s feelings. then again, that was what his therapist was trying to prevent. park needed to care about other people, as his therapist would say, on a deeper level than just having them be apart of his routine.
with a deep breath, park knocked, then pushed open the door.
“emma,” he spoke her name firmly, his broad frame nearly blocking the doorway.
emma sat on the floor beside her bed, her arms wrapped around her legs, knees pressed to her chest, and her phone beside her on the floor, open to the messaging app.
how could someone so distraught look so delicate and beautiful in a moment like this?
park stepped into the room and shut the door. he walked the few steps toward emma and sat beside her. she swiped her phone and turned it off, and with a shaky hand, wiped her tears.
park didn’t say anything. his arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her against his side. emma stiffened.
park wanted to ask what was wrong. he assumed it was something involving whatever message she had received. he didn’t want to pry, though. it wasn’t his place. he wasn’t a piece in the puzzle that made up her life. he was just there, housing her, feeding her, wanting to be closer to her…
emma’s shoulders slumped and she relaxed against his side, pressing her face against the side of his chest.
park didn’t say anything. he didn’t have to. emma knew this was as far as he would go, and honestly, it was enough for her.
it was enough for her to have him there.
they didn’t speak of it for weeks. their quiet, intimate moment, in emma’s bedroom, was a topic they danced around.
emma tried to talk to him about it multiple times, but park would silence the girl and tell her there was nothing to be said.
emma accepted this for a while. it was all she could do.
the day emma was able to return the favor was one she held over park’s head. he had been rather aggressive upon returning home. something about a patient he had known for a long time dying to a surgical complication. he broke a picture frame, claimed he wasn’t good enough to call himself a surgeon, broke a coffee mug, and eventually passed out on the couch after yelling so loudly he nearly burst a blood vessel.
emma was scared, but she had grown up with brothers, and even though she knew this wasn’t the same, her knowledge of her brothers tantrums was enough to help her make a decision.
to stay or to leave.
emma stayed, of course. she baked all night while park slept on the couch. she cleaned up the glass from the frame and mug. she made soup, she did the dishes, and she went to bed.
when park woke up, memories of emma’s big, lovely brown eyes, looking up at him with terror, haunted his mind. the sight of her afraid of him was burned into his retinas.
he hated it.
park saw the cookies in a container on the counter, the note on the fridge about there being soup for him, and the note on the calendar for the next time emma went to the store— mug, picture frame.
park felt sick.
she was such a sweet girl. this beautiful, talented, sweet, kind girl, had come into his life, and he ruined it all. she would be scared of him forever, just as he was scared of her.
scared of her touch, of her loving eyes and downright addictive smile. of the way her voice faltered when she said his name, and not his last name, but his first, like it was a quiet, intimate thing she could only allow herself to indulge in when they were alone.
park would spend the rest of his life making it up to her.
park found himself standing beside emma in the laundry room, folding towels with her. she was quiet, as was he, which seemed to be their thing.
but park didn’t want to be quiet. he had told his therapist about his condition, his growing sense of pleasure and tranquility around emma. his therapist asked a dozen questions, all of which made park feel smaller and smaller until his nickname as “the shark” felt wrong. until he felt he should be called “the minnow” instead.
with the help of his therapist, park realized that what he was feeling for emma, as terrifying as it was, wasn’t something to hide from. it was something he needed to be honest with her about.
“emma,” her name came out like an order he’d yell in the OR, which only made the man want to cave into himself.
emma stilled momentarily. “brendon..” she began folding towels again.
park’s breathing grew shaky. he couldn’t get enough of the way she said his name.
“do you enjoy living here?” he asked.
emma let out a small, confused, yet amused huff. “i do. it’s nice, and you— you’re not a bad roommate..” she said softly.
park shook his head. “i could’ve hurt you.”
“are you still thinking about that? it was months ago. i’m— i’m fine. you didn’t even come near me anyway, so it’s okay.” she assured him for the umpteenth time.
park balled his fists around the fabric of the towel he held.
“yes, but i could have. that’s much worse.” he argued. park didn’t give her a chance to speak. “i want you to be comfortable here. i want you to be able to stay without the fear of me hurting you one day. i do not want— i don’t want you to just…” park seemed to struggle with finding the words he meant to say.
emma, vigilant as ever, understood. “you don’t want me to go. i understand.” her hand lifted to cover park’s.
the tension in his shoulders visibly dissipated. park crumbled under her touch and slumped forward against the washer.
“don’t go…” he said softly.
that was the first time park had ever admitted to wanting someone, even if it wasn’t an outright confession.
that was the first night of emma understanding why park wanted her around. that was the first night emma found herself on the couch, curled up against park’s chest, in nothing but silence and satisfaction.
hear me out on ogilvadi.
ogilvie who was an asshole in high school, who played baseball and did soccer, who got top marks and was the best at everything.
javadi who was valedictorian and smartest of her class, who used to do gymnastics and stayed away from all the popular people.
ogilvie who immediately recognizes javadi as competition in the ER, and as much as he hates it, he finds himself drawn to her like a moth to flame. He wants her approval and attention, and at the same time, wants to beat her at everything they do.
javadi who hates how arrogant ogilvie is and wants to crush him. she doesn’t get approval from robby but she does from al-hashimi, and it spurs her on and makes her more confident. she feels comfortable enough to make the occasional cocky comment to ogilvie, and when she does, all he can do is smile.
he can’t bring himself to say anything back because he’s too enraptured with her. he likes when she makes a snarky and he likes when she knows she’s right. it only makes him want to compete with her more.
ogilvie thinks he’s good at hiding his feelings, but it isn’t long before joy makes the occasional joke about his goo-goo eyes every time javadi talks to him.
he tries to defend himself but joy wont let it slide. she teases him about it every time he’s by her.

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saw someone say noah wyle said robby would have a watersports kink and although i doubt it’s true i think about it way too often for any sane person
watersports robby for life
THE PITT SPOILERS!!
dennis being nicknamed “the phantom of the pitt” is the funniest fucking thing ever oh my god
the way robby treats al-hashimi is starting to piss me off as well because why are you so mad she wants to help your department?? she hasn’t done anything wrong and his reaction to her asking about santos and langdon arguing is insane.
thank you dana for calling robby out on his reckless, suicidal behavior.
robby saying “it wont kill you, but leaving might.” to duke. tell me thats not a double entendre for robby leaving
robby’s body language and expressions while the firework explosion patient was talking?? how he said “amor fati” meaning “love of fate” and santos saying “momento mori” meaning “remember, you will die.” holy fuck. also, the way santos looked at robby when he said “tomato, tomahato.” she is definitely suspecting things, especially after he told her he got whitaker to house-sit to distract him from amy.
METEO IS BACK!!
wdym whitaker is going to leave the pitt for rural emergency medicine…
trinity saying “go with god” to robby in spanish. trinity if you can hear me, slash his tires with jack and dennis.
dana saying the pitt will survive without robby oh my god. please someone slash those tires so he can’t leave.
trinity taking the damn glad from the suture drawer like people dont hurt yourself bbg you’re too sexy. also her whole conversation with dennis was so fucking perfect. it felt like the one time we’ve seem a real friend-like interaction between them and i loved it. i dont even care that whitaker was saying he wont move in at robby’s place because the way that entire conversation played out was so good. i was actually laughing and smiling at that argument. but in all seriousness i do hope whitaker frequently goes to robby’s house and hangs out there.
robby being let off early and cassie telling him not to get close to the edge. and i swear to god i predicted that robby would leave before the season was over, and now night shift doctors are coming in, which has to mean robby is going to leave, get into an accident, and the last like two episodes of this season are going to be the night shift (specifically jack) having to save robby’s life.
thank you for coming to my TED talk.
dennis who began exploring more of his sexual desires once robby left for his sabbatical.
dennis started going out to gay bars and would go home with a new man every night. each of them had something to teach dennis. they helped him discover quite a few of his kinks— whether they were decently normal or more abstract.
he learned he doesn’t like being degraded unless it’s in the way a person would degrade a dog.
he learned he loved being edged.
he learned he loved being bitten and scratched and marked up.
he learned he liked being treated like a dog.
dennis, thanks to the help of an older man he’d went home with a few times, learned his limits with puppy play, and eventually bought himself a collar.
he would lounge around robby’s house in boxers, one of robby’s shirts, and his pretty baby blue collar. he got himself a dog bowl, which he would occasionally eat out of if he was really in the headspace, and had a few dog toys he liked to sleep with.
dennis learned very quickly that a small amount of praise and being pet on the head was all it took to get himself into that silly little puppy headspace of his.
two weeks before robby was supposed to come back, dennis was lounging on the floor beside the couch, a plush toy being lazily chewed on. the tv was on, but he wasn’t really paying attention to what was on.
dennis barely noticed the sound of the front door opening, the bag being dropped on the floor, and the boots being kicked off on the landing.
it wasn’t until he could feel a physical presence over him that dennis began to snap out of his headspace.
he looked up, eyes wide and full of fear at the sight of robby standing over him. he sat up urgently, stomach twisting with an anxious violence.
“robby..” dennis muttered with surprise.
robby didn’t seem all that shocked to see dennis like this, but why? if anything, he was looking down at dennis like this was something he’d seen a dozen times before.
“i— i can explain..”
“shh, puppy.” robby cooed as he knelt down, knees cracking. he reached out and pushed his fingers through dennis’ soft blond curls. “i know, baby. you don’t have to explain anything to me.”
“b-but…”
“no, baby. puppy’s don’t talk, do they?”
dennis whined. he pressed his thighs together in a weak attempt to push down the warmth and arousal gathering in his boxers.
“i’ve been watching you, baby. seeing how you lay on the floor like a good puppy would instead of getting on the furniture.” robby began slowly. “you eat out of your bowl and you wait by the front door all day for daddy to come home, don’t you?”
dennis leaned into robby’s touch, nuzzling his head into the man’s hand.
“mhm..” dennis hummed.
dennis felt light headed. his mind was fuzzy and his body was warm with arousal. subconsciously, he knew doing anything sexual with his boss was wrong, but right now, all he wanted to do was melt into his daddy’s— robby’s— touch.
“such a good little puppy…” whispered robby. “c’mon, baby. daddy’ll let you on his bed for the night, m’kay?”
dennis happily followed robby to his room.
omega dennis who was possibly going to mate with alpha park…
park was taller, he was stronger, and he reeked of a rude dominance that could make any omega melt. he smelled like salt and iron and a cloudy day at the beach. it was overwhelming, but it was good.
when dennis first met the man, he was completely overtaken. he found himself wanting to follow park back up to the ortho wing and stand by his side— close enough to have their arms pressed together— and learn everything he could.
dennis was decently good at hiding the fact that he was an omega. he wore strong scent blockers, which he had illegally obtained for years of his life— always afraid they’d be laced or that they wouldn’t work— but still bought them nonetheless. it was his only option. and even then, growing up an omega in a family of alphas and betas wasn’t easy. he knew how to suppress his scent decently enough without a blocker.
park, nor any of the other alphas, seemed to catch that dennis was an omega. not until dennis was sat in robby’s chair, his back pressed to the soft green jacket that was always left alone. dennis didn’t really realize he was marking the thing.
the space gave dennis a sense of comfort. he felt safe and relaxed whenever he sat in robby’s chair. his back pressed against the fabric and he practically sank into the chair, his scent slowly sneaking out from the less-than-good blockers, seeping into the fabric.
his scent itself was sweet like sugar with a hint of sweat and something similar to hay in the sun.
his comfort in the space was short lived when he heard an incoming trauma was two minutes out. he stood and rushed to get ready, pressing past park.
park, who had an irritable manner to his walk, stopped when the resident passed him. he turned on his heel, eyes following dennis as he ran out to the ambulance bay.
he could still smell the younger man despite his scent blockers and the fact that he was no longer near. park searched for the other source, circling the ER until he neared the central hub and spotted the green jacket resting on what seemed to be a claimed chair.
he stalked toward it, picked it up, and smelled it. a light turned on in his head. this smelled good. it smelled like summer and warmth and everything he had been searching for these last few months. the scent that had managed to escape him all this time.
park was now incredibly aware of the resident’s movements. he watched as he entered the ER with abbot. the other alpha was in his SWAT uniform, helping escort one of his coworkers to a trauma room.
park dropped the jacket onto the chair and started toward the trauma room. he could come up with an excuse— other than the fact that his alpha was dying to get dennis alone— as to why he was in a room where ortho clearly was not needed.
park stood behind everyone else and watched as they worked to help abbot’s coworker. his gaze remained trained on dennis. it was only now becoming how obvious to park that it was dennis’ scent. how had he never placed it? he had heard the boy spent time on farms, that he occasionally baked treats for his roommate. of course his scent would reek of things he loved to do or was raised around. of course he’d be so sickeningly sweet yet hot.
park felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner.
dennis noticed park looming in the corner of the room, his pearly teeth catching his attention when dennis lifted his eyes to meet the man’s gaze.
dennis could feel himself shrinking under the man’s piercing gaze. he worked fast, his head miles behind with park’s smile. dennis felt a little dizzy, but it wasn’t nothing he could handle. that was until abbot’s hands were on his hips, moving him aside. the older man’s hands sent a bit of warmth between his thighs.
dennis was pushed out of the way and more toward the back of the room. he took this as a sign to get out of the way and made way for the door.
park met him outside of the room, a firm hand clamping down on the residents shoulder to pull him aside.
“you shouldn’t let an alpha touch you like that if you’re not mated.” he spoke, his rather sharp canines glistening under the fluorescent lights.
dennis’ eyes widened. “what? i—,”
“—don’t lie. not to me. i know you’re an omega.”
dennis was visibly crumbling under park’s words. to anyone who’d care to look in their direction, it’d be obvious that dennis was suddenly uncomfortable with the topic of conversation.
despite his showing discomfort, he felt excitement being under park’s touch and gaze. he was practically quivering.
“you’ve been hiding your scent.” park noted. his hand came to dennis’ forearm, tugging it so he could see where the scent patch was placed. his expression showed clear dismay. “these aren’t standard issue. they’re not safe. you’re not using them anymore.” park left no room for arguing.
his words were firm and demanding. they ensured dennis would listen.
dennis fidgeted under park’s touch. he didn’t like being told what to do— not by anyone, not when it was about his own omega.
“fine,” he gave nonetheless. “you’re paying for quality blockers then.” he refuted.
park only smiled. “will do.”
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i absolutely love the idea of omega dennis being courted and taken care of by alpha park, only for dennis’ omega to yearn/desire robby’s alpha. sure, he’d love the strictness from park, but all he’d really want would be to be taken care of by robby (and abbot of course…)
dennis didn’t mean for it to happen. he had done his ortho rotation and met Brendon “The Shark” Park. he was older, he was meaner, and he was the exact opposite of robby.
he was a good distraction.
sleeping with park was easy. the older man would corner dennis, tell him a time and his apartment number, and dennis would show up.
the feeling of park’s hands on his body, his nails scratching at his skin, and his teeth deep in his neck— it was insatiable. rough thrusts and condescending taunts;
“you can take it.”
“do better.”
“just a slut for your attending, aren’t you?”
hearing all of this made dennis ache, but not for more. it made him ache for robby. what would it sound like if the older man said these kinds of things to him? would he even say these things to him?
would robby praise or degrade dennis? would he call him a good boy while thrusting deep inside him? would robby whisper sweet nothings while rubbing dennis’ marked up thighs and biceps?
moving back to the ER after being in ortho with park was a rough switch. not because of the hours or how hectic the ER was compared to a set rotation, but because of how dennis couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing about robby treating him the way park did.
and when dennis finally came to park one night after work and said he couldn’t do the hook-ups or booty calls anymore, park knew exactly why. he knew it was because of the goo-goo eyes and flushed cheeks and shy glances every time robby praised dennis or touched him.
park made it his mission to tease dennis in front of robby ever since.

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hear me out. what if robby has a DNR.
he gets into an accident on his fuck ass motorcycle and is brought to the pitt. everyone is frantically trying to make sure he pulls through. fractured arms and broken ribs and his neck is most definitely fucked up.
then he starts to flatline. people panic. dennis and langdon immediately try cpr. then jack comes in because the night shift is about to start.
dana tells him robby is flatlining in trauma 2.
he goes in and reluctantly tells dennis and langon to stop. they don’t. he has to have ahmed pull langdon away while he bear hugs dennis so he can’t fight back.
jack never thought he’d have to stop his students— let alone himself— from saving his best friend, but he does, and it’s the worst feeling he’s ever experienced.
send tweet.
robby sees whitaker as this perfect kid that can do no wrong and he’s burning all his bridges with everyone but he keeps building one with whitaker by praising him and trusting whitaker enough to put his friend’s life in the boys hands.
but that isn’t going to last.
whitaker is going to fuck up somehow— possibly hurt or let duke die— and robby is going to snap and light that bridge ablaze like a damn firework.
he’s going to ruin one of the last good things he has in his soon-to-be-ended life.