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Omega!Dennis who needs Robby’s and Jack’s scrubs in his nest.
Alpha!Robby who absolutely, under no circumstances, is fucking in a nest containing emergency department scrubs, or anything he wears to the hospital.
Alpha!Jack who secretly agrees with Robby (scrubs are disgusting and ED scrubs are probably the worst of all) but can’t deny his omega anything.
Jack drops $200 on new FIGS sets for Robby and himself, specifically for nesting purposes. Dennis hates them because they don’t smell like hospital. So Robby begrudgingly puts them through a few rounds in the hospital washing machines.
Dennis still hates them because now they just smell like hospital, not them. So Jack makes Robby go running with him in the scrubs.
Dennis is happy. Robby actually does some cardio. It’s a win-win in Jack’s book.
Sometimes you think a man is gay but it turns out he is just nice. Sometimes you think a man is nice but he’s actually just wearing glasses. It’s complicated
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Shane 90% of the time big spoon, they finish fucking nasty, they clean up and then Shane janks his man into his arms, holds on stupidly tight and falls asleep with Ilya still there like fuck fuck fuck I'm so wanted here fuck
There's a lot of jokes about how Shane-sexual Ilya is - and he is, everything his husband does is undeniably sexy. Mostly, his boring domestic things like putting away dishes (bending over to get the dishes, arms flexing to put away top shelf glasses), wearing his little button up pajamas, his glasses, his Tide Stain remover stick he keeps in his glove compartment, etc.
But Shane is just as Ilya-sexual and that - infuriately - crops up a lot in the workplace, when Shane's two favourite things (his husband and hockey) mesh. When Shane first joined the Centaurs, there were many (good natured) jokes about Ilya needing to keep it in his pants around his husband. Shane soon found out it was not Ilya they needed to worry about.
It started with Ilya giving out corrections, like any good captain.
"Young," Ilya said in that low, soft, but unavoidable tone. "You need to stop looking at puck, that is for goalie, yes? Find open ice and watch player who has the puck."
Shane, to his horror, shivered. The order, not even to him, locked in place. Watch team, not puck.
"Shane?"
"Mh?" Shane's eyes shot up to look at him.
Ilya gave him a look. Then a quick once over. "Practice passing assists to Young, okay?"
"Yes, s-cap," Shane flushed, blaming it on the biting cold of the rink. "Yeah, of course. C'mon, Rook."
It just got worse from there.
"Again, Holmberg, or you drive Zamboni for a week."
"If you pass like that in game, I will send you to the Maple Leafs."
"Young!" Ilya raised his voice and Shane's knees buckled. "Shoot puck at net, not at teammates. Don't make me come over there."
But even worse than the corrections, was the praise.
"Good job, Luca, that was beautiful goal."
"That was what I am talking about, Wyatts, I love you."
"Exactly like that, Holms, great job."
"Good job."
"Good job."
"Good job."
It was going to kill him. He could not take it anymore. More often then not, he pounces on his husband as soon as they're home from practice. Sometimes even in the car (far away from the parking lot, of course). Not that Ilya complains.
One such time, a couple months of Shane slowly losing his insanity, he has Ilya pressed up against the wall in their entryway.
"You are in state tonight," Ilya breathed in between kisses. "You have been for months."
"Have not been," Shane exhaled shakily. He wanted to be in the bed, but he didn't want to waste time walking there. He leaned more of his weight on Ilya, hoping that signaled he wanted to be carried.
"No?" Ilya caught on and took on the extra weight, and turned them, so Shane was against the wall. "But I wanted to give you reward."
"Hmm," Shane smiled into his neck. "For what?"
"For practice," Ilya pulled back to look at him, a slow, smug smirk taking over his features. "For doing such a good job."
Shane shivered then stilled. He pulled back, face hot. "You-you asshole! You knew!"
"Of course I know," Ilya finally lifted him, hands braced under his thighs, not letting him pull away. "I know you."
"Its so embarrassing." Shane lamented, melting into Ilya's hold.
"Is only fair," Ilya carried him to their room. "Now you know how I feel every time you fold laundry, or wear little yoga shorts, or power wash deck, or fix light bulb, or..."
"I get it," Shane interrupted him.
So yes, even if Ilya is more vocal about it, Shane is just as insane about his husband as he is. And neither of them would have it any other way.
Their outfits in the bar scene is so precious to me.
We have #ourshane who is dripped out in his "I'm in my millionaire hot shot outfit that I hired a stylist to pick out specifically to woo my man's pants off, you think this gives off 'I want you to rearrange my guts and then rearrange your opinions on us being together' " outfit, beelining to #ourilya who looks like death has warmed over despite wearing his "look at me, I am so nonchalant, in my floral print shirt and short shorts that I got as an inside joke only I know, #bitchface #russian-smoulder ...haha, I'm not pining for a man who's joggers I've shoved my face into to breathe in his scent after he made me meet god on my couch and left me there to rot in memories of us as our cum dried on my stomach" outfit.
Shane in his mind is already 5 steps ahead, he's had a honest talk about himself, has had his epiphanies and he's already quietly worked out a plan to execute in the background and is ready to have.a.talk.with.his.man. ain't nothing gonna stop him from bulldozing the wall that ilya has built up. He's determined 💪 he's got a one track mind. Win ilya back and Win the all stars game. PERIODT.
Ilya on the other hand is fucking bracing for impact going, awh fuck he's gonna break up with me and I'm wearing a floral shirt.... he's gonna tell me he's gonna marry rose landry and I'm wearing a floral shirt...he's gonna tell me he doesn't need me anymore and I'm wearing a floral shirt... I'm gonna lose him forever and I'm wearing. a .goddamed. floral. shirt. ....*record scratch* wait a damn minute, He what?
.....oh my fucking god, this beautiful fucking idiot got himself a stylist!?
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Brat!Dennis.
I sketched this for the former bird app.
1) Brat!Dennis is my passion
2) They call each other "baby", I don't make the rules
3) Trin should know better
When Robby gets back from his sabbatical, he gifts Dennis a simple Canadian maple leaf pin. Robby scratches the back of his neck as he hands it to him in a little mesh gift bag and says, “It’s not much, but I didn’t want to come back without getting you something.”
Dennis thanks him sincerely, cradling the pin and eventually settling on pinning it to his backpack strap right over his heart. He doesn’t realize this fact until Trinity teases him about it the first time she spots it. Still, he doesn’t move it because it wouldn’t feel right anywhere else.
He waits for Robby’s first day back in the Pitt, wondering what other souvenirs he got for everyone else, but the day passes quickly, and by the end of it, no one receives a gift from Robby. Dennis thumbs his pin as he leaves, rationalizing that it was just a gift for house sitting, nothing more.
It’s only two shifts later that Robby spots the pin while Dennis walks into the ER. He gives him a small smile, eyes moving down to the red leaf before meeting Dennis’ eyes and giving him a wink as if it’s some kind of inside joke. Their own thing.
Dennis flushes red and nods back at his boss, trying not to make the moment anything more than it is. Although he desperately wants it to be.
Later that shift, Robby stands next to him at the board, staring up at it as he casually asks, “Do you like keeping pins on your bag?”
Dennis nods. “I’ve never received one before, but I like it. Makes it feel more like mine rather than just some backpack I thrifted.”
Robby hums and stuffs his hands in his pockets lingering for a few moments until Dana calls him away.
Dennis thinks that’s the end of that conversation until the end of his next shift, when Robby hands him another mesh gift bag, this time with a buffalo pin inside. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like when I was gone, so I got more than one pin.”
“Thank you,” Dennis manages to say, trying and failing not to romanticize the moment. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” Robby replies earnestly, briefly holding eye contact with Dennis before reaching out and patting him on the shoulder. “Good job today, Whitaker.”
Dennis thanks him again, and as soon as Robby leaves, he pins the buffalo next to his maple leaf. He smiles at the pair. They belong together.
When Trinity spots the new addition, she laughs and jokes, “Next time, I’m asking where my pin is.”
Dennis rolls his eyes and shoves her. “There isn’t going to be a next time,” he insists.
He’s wrong.
Over the next few weeks, Robby brings in pin after pin, slowly but surely filling up the entire left strap of Dennis backpack.
It’s only when Dennis has to start on the right strap that he finally laughs and asks Robby, “Are you buying these online or something?”
The older man blushes and shakes his head. “No, these are all from my trip.”
Dennis pins his newest souvenir - a simple white flower - on his right strap and smiles. “You couldn’t have been thinking about me that often,” he jokes, but the words get caught up in his throat, too full of hope to come out clearly.
Robby still manages to understand. He takes a step forward, glancing around the empty ambulance bay before confessing, “I did.”
Dennis glances over the pins, physical representations of every time Robby thought about him while he was gone. “Every stop?” Dennis breathes out.
“Every stop and in between.”
“I thought about you, too,” Dennis confesses, finger tracing over the maple leaf pin. “I don’t have anything to show for it, except Trinity, who will gladly complain about how often I talked about missing you.”
Robby chuckles. “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Whitaker.”
“I’m not,” he insists, hand reaching out to latch onto his boss’s arm. “Every day I wanted to know where you were and what you were doing. It’s a miracle I didn’t abuse your number.”
Robby ducks his head. “I wish you would have.” He glances up, eyes crinkling as he says, “Then, maybe I could’ve asked what you’d like instead of getting a pin from every souvenir stand I saw.”
Dennis frowns down at his backpack. “How many more pins do you have?”
“Let’s just say, I see you getting a few new backpacks in your future.”
Dennis laughs loudly, throwing his head back and letting the sound carry through the night. As his laughter dies down, he finds Robby staring at him fondly. His hand reaches out and hooks around the bare strap of Dennis’ backpack, thumb running over the newest pin. “I missed you, too.”
Butterflies spring to life in Dennis' stomach. He ducks his head, trying to hide his blush. "As a resident?"
"Well, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I didn't get any of my other residents souvenirs."
"Trinity noticed," Dennis can't help but say, making Robby laugh.
When it dies down, he asks Dennis, "Did you miss me as a boss?"
Dennis nods. "Yes," he replies honestly, then stutters, "B-but also as... you know."
"I know what?" Robby teases, still fidgeting with the strap of Dennis' bag, tugging lightly to draw the younger man toward him. "Hm?" he prompts when Dennis stares up at him, face red.
"You know I missed you beyond a resident missing their boss."
Robby tilts his head. "Did I? Last I checked, you had nothing to show for missing me."
Dennis huffs out a laugh of disbelief. "Really?"
Robby just smiles and shrugs at him.
"How about this then?" Dennis asks, looping his hands around the back of Robby's neck and rising onto his toes as he pulls him into a kiss. It's quick and chaste, only because Dennis pulls back to ask, "Is that proof enough?"
"I might need more proof," Robby replies against his lips.
Dennis laughs and kisses him again, aiming to deepen the kiss when the sound of sirens approaches.
Robby reluctantly breaks away and pulls Dennis away from the bay, trying to find a corner with some privacy so they're not pulled back into work after their shift has ended. "My pins suddenly seem much lamer in comparison," he jokes.
Dennis shakes his head, staring down at his backpack. "I love them. They show how much you missed me."
"I didn't get nearly enough to show that."
"How many did you get?"
Robby shrugs and scratches his beard. "I lost track after the first week. You should've seen me try to explain the bag to the Canada Border Patrol. Had to lie that my partner has a thing for pins and wouldn't forgive me if I didn't get him one at every stop I took."
Dennis grins. "Well, that doesn't have to be a lie anymore."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he replies, leaning forward again, only to be cut off by the sound of someone obnoxiously clearing their throat.
Dennis' head snaps to the left, filled with relief and dread when his eyes land on Trinity.
"This is a hospital," she says flatly as she approaches them. Her eyes trail over Dennis' backpack, taking in the new pin. She turns to Robby and crosses her arms. "Where's my pin, huh?"
Robby turns red and scratches the back of his neck. "Taken by border patrol?" he offers.
"Uh huh," Trinity replies, fighting to conceal her grin. "Well, I'm done with charting, and I'm heading home. I'm glad you finally pinned him down, Dr. Robby, but I don't want to hear any details about that from you," she says, giving Dennis a piercing stare.
He flushes red, opening and closing his mouth a few times, but nothing comes out.
"Text me if you're not coming home tonight," she says, saluting Dennis and fully grinning at her ability to make him squirm. "And I expect a pin!"
Dennis shakes his head as she walks away. "You don't have to actually get her a pin."
"Don't worry, I know I do," Robby says, taking Dennis' hand. "Want to see the rest of your collection?"
"Yes, please."
Dennis ends up staying the night after Robby brings out five full bags of pins, and Dennis insists that he tells him where he got every one of them. Robby agrees, as long as Dennis gives him a kiss for every pin. He more than happily obliges.
They're both thankful they don't have a shift the next day.
I think Hux is definitely one of those people who can have a breakdown in the staff bathroom and then recover 5 seconds later and look completely fine.
Ilya Rozanov’s bachelor party is insane, but not in the way anyone expected.
It’s an overnight trip to the cottage. Svetlana, Cliff, Jackie (but not Hayden) Pike, most of the centaurs, and for some reason David Hollander are all there. Everyone’s expecting some Death of a Bachelor style extravaganza, a dramatic send-off of Boston’s Finest Eater, a glittery funeral for the man who once did a line of coke off a model in a moving car.
But then they all get there and Ilya just wants to…hang out? Kinda? There are video games and jet skis and funny stories told around a campfire. There’s an impromptu game of charades that ends with Jackie Pike throwing a shoe at Cliff Marleau and splitting his lip open.
But it’s still Ilya Rozanov. His 2014 club-rat soul is as strong as ever. He’s going to make it a good time.
By 10:00 PM they’ve been playing never have I ever for over an hour trying to find something he hasn’t done. It’s David Hollander flabbergasted and impressed. It’s Wyatt Hayes shouting “what do you mean you’ve been kidnapped before?” And Zane Boodram yelling “I didn’t even know that was a position!”
It’s Cliff wearing a comically large pair of sunglasses to disguise the fact he’s sobbing while drunkenly telling everyone story after story about Ilya’s Boston days. He’s slurring “and no homo, man, but I’m not even mad those girls made us kiss during that threesome! It was an honor!” Before collapsing. Luca Haas passed out after the first round of Twister.
David Hollander is white girl wasted congratulating his future son in law, he’s shit talking Montreal for hurting his sweet boy so loud that they have to cover their ears. Him and Ilya are bonding over their shared experience with a stubborn spouse that they can’t say no to. Eventually Ilya switches completely to Russian without realizing and gets pissed when no one laughs at his clearly hilarious jokes.
Halfway through the night Sveta has to call Shane (who is at home completely sober) so Ilya will stop attempting to ride a peloton bike to their house. Ilya starts weeping the second he hears Shane’s voice. It’s “baby stop crying I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” and “holy shit did you get my dad wasted?” But David isn’t around to hear because he’s actually on a similar sounding FaceTime with Yuna. Ilya falls asleep on the floor cradling a framed photo of Shane as a little kid.
It’s one of the best nights of his entire life. Practice is cancelled for three days.
(Shane’s bachelor party is bowling. Funnily enough, he also ends up asleep on the floor.)
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