robby watches his wiggly puppy suddenly stop panting and jumping up at him where they're stood in the hallway, and sees how his ears flatten on his head and his eyes fill with big, sad tears. robby instantly knows its another tail injury for his poor pup, dennis having a tendency to get too excited and lose control.

he immediately drops his bag and gathers the sniffling, teary puppy in his arms and ushers him to the sofa, carefully taking the now limp tail in his hand and cooing. dennis hides his face in his owners neck and cries big fat tears as robby tries to soothe him.

he uses firm fingers to gently massage the base of his boy's tail, rubbing back and forth to try and loosen the tension and pain.

"ohhhh, sweetie pie, I'm so sorry, it's okay baby, you're okay... you just got a little too excited, hey? that's okay, daddy's here, daddy will make it all better, puppy-baby... you just focus on cuddling up to owner, and I'll help your poor little tail."

the puppy wept for a few minutes more, evening ruined by the twinges and shocks of his strained tail muscles, and clung to his owner like a lifeline. the massage did feel good, and owner would make him all better.

gradually, gradually, the pain began to ease somewhat, and the upset hybrid began to calm. his daddy had him, his daddy was carefully fixing him and making sure his golden, fluffy tail would be able to wag happily again soon. he snuggled his face closer and flicked his ears against robby's face, a quiet little show of thanks.

"you're okay, pup, good boy. you're such a good boy for being so so brave while owner helps you. I know, sweetie, I know, oh it hurts, hey? don't worry little one, I've got you... see, you're already loosening up, I can see that pretty tail try and wiggle!"

it was true- dennis was able to carefully wag his tail again, but only slowly and softly, not his usual style. but his owner was kissing on his downy ears and cooing at his puppy huffs against his neck, making him feel like such a good dog despite the pain.

he barked and yipped weakly, and robby tucked him closer, still rubbing his tail.

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his sabbatical was good, gratifying. his head was clear. he could come back to the pitt and do his job well, better than he ever had.

he was excited to see his people. their importance to him was emphasized by the distance. dana texted him twice. jack called every monday. duke picked up the three times robby phoned him. jake sent tiktok’s with no elaboration. dennis sent an almost incessant amount of updates. plant pictures, group selfies, and messages on duke’s recovery were lighting up robby’s screen every other day.

it was nice. robby tried to be annoyed by it, but it was nice.

robby could’ve gave a warning to his intern about his early arrival, but a little thrill went through his body at the prospect of catching dennis off guard. robby realized his mistake when he walked in on some crazy sounding sex.

dennis was apparently a whiner. like high-pitched, unabashed, porn star level uhn uhn uhn’s.

and dennis’s partner was grunting like he was bench pressing 300 pounds. a sharp sounding slap rang out and robby accidentally slammed his heavy external door without thinking.

the couple stopped abruptly, the bedroom door must’ve been open because robby could hear dennis say, “shit, shit, shit. who’s here?” dennis stumbled out in a big, long t shirt. his heart nearly stopped when he saw robby with his bag beside his foot and riding jacket still on. “oh my god…” dennis shook his head, remembering his manners. “welcome back! i-uh-i….”

dennis had no explanation.

robby didn’t need one.

the kid was young. robby would even admit to himself that dennis was really fucking cute. and he had the place to himself. of course he was hooking up.

“it’s fine,” robby placated. “i’m sorry i interrupted actually.”

footsteps started going down the hallway. dennis straightened up and practically yelled, “no! stay in the bedroom!” robby raised his eyebrows at the request, noting that the guy wasn’t listening.

duke came out. shirtless. “hey, man! welcome back.” he tried to grab robby’s hand to do their customary bro hug, but robby side stepped it with a disgusted look.

it's to show dennis looks up to robby. and that's what gets robby. because dennis is a person who saw him curled up on the floor like a baby, crying and whimpering, completely breaking, and stayed through it. saw all of it. and still, still respects him, trusts him, likes him, looks up to him afterwards.

he saw robby at an extremely vulnerable moment and did not "abandon" him. thaaat is the root of the attachment. that is why robby is so careful to keep dennis from seeing the uglier parts of him. he is desperate to have at least one person who still thinks he's good. who still looks up to him as the "captain" of the ED.

He realized that he never even had to tell Trinity. She just knew. She just accepted him and this was his normal. He didn't ever worry, didn't have to stress, they were watching their episode of Drag Race and eating ice cream and doing face masks after eating takeout and having wine. Dennis smiled and looked over at his best friend, her own outfit nearly mirroring his own but she preferred pajama shorts.

"How did you know?" Dennis asked as he looked at her. Trinity turned, spoon popping out of her mouth.

"Know what?" Trinity asked, looking at how stupidly glowy Dennis's arms were. She did not tan like that.

"How did you know I was a girl? I never even told you." Dennis said with a smile and watched as Trinity blinked and swallowed her ice cream.

"What are you talking about?" Trinity asked confused. Dennis giggled and motioned with his spoon to his body, his outfit, everything about himself.

"I know I never told anyone or anything, or really changed anything, but how did you just know I was a girl. You give me your hand-me-downs and treat me, ya know, like one of the girls. I just want you to know I really appreciate it." Dennis said sincerely and went back to looking at the TV. Trinity paused it and turned to really look at her roommate.

"Den, I treat you like a friend. I- Are you coming out to me right now?" Trinity questioned incredulously. Dennis was shocked and turned to really look at her, waving his hand out.

"What do you mean? I thought you knew!" Dennis said and froze, both of them staring at each other in confusion before Trinity leaned in, hand grabbing one of Dennis's.

"Are you really like... a girl? I'm being so serious right now, Den. Are you..." Trinity cocked her head, not wanting to offer the wrong word. Dennis blinked at her, looking between their hands and her face. Her mask was purple which made her eyes really sparkle.

"I... I thought you knew. I dunno intuition or something since you just... you always treated me like a girl so I thought you knew. I just... I dunno I'm just a girl. Like right now and when I'm at work and when I'm at the store. I just... feel like one." Dennis tried to explain. He couldn't try and get the words out, wearing Trinity's sweatpants, buying women's scrubs, his socks, the products in his hair, he couldn't start to explain the thousands of choices he's made that make him a girl.

"Shit... Do you wanna go by something else? Want me to use different pronouns?" Trinity asked and sat back in her own couch spot. Dennis shook his head and drew his knees up, poking at his ice cream.

"Not really. Names, words, none of that ever made me feel like a man so I doubt they'd make me feel like more of a girl. I just... I don't wanna get on hormones or anything. I'm just a girl." Dennis said quietly and glanced at Trinity to see how she'd react.

"Alright well... I guess we're just two butch bitches in an apartment." Trinity said and Dennis cracked up laughing, throwing them both into a fit of laughter because God... they were a wreck.

Trinity starts teaching Dennis how to actually understand women's cloth sizes and takes him to the mall with her to window shop and buy "fancy" underwear. Dennis turns cherry red when Trinity brings him into Victoria secret to look at "slutty bras to wear to the bar".

anon, I read your prompt and just assumed that they were all trans. This is what it's like in my head. Everyone is trans. I hope this is still fun for you! It seems like some kind of cosmic joke, when he starts his emergency rotation. The two biggest bosses, the two manliest men in the damn place are both trans? 

Dennis would almost swear that someone is playing a cruel joke on him. 

Every other rotation he's done at PTMC, and the extra ones he's taken on at Mercy, have been near to exclusively cis. Which is fine. That's the way the healthcare world is. He knows that. He's resigned himself to being the only trans one there, and having people look sideways at him, and misgender him, and ask him intrusive, weird questions. 

But here? He's met the non-binary social worker, his fellow med student and roommate is a dyke, and the attendings are trans men. 

He hadn't even clocked it, at first. Which, he knows he shouldn't really be looking to clock anyone, but he has a radar. They didn't ping it, at first. They're just … they're both so manly. Big, and hairy, and they carry themselves like men. 

Dennis, who's still trying to grow the barest of stubble, binds every day and sleeps in it sometimes when he can't bear the feeling of his breasts, and still gets called she by every fucking second patient - he's in awe. 

They sure clock him, though. Of course they do. 

"Hey, kid," Robby says to him, very gently, at the tail end of a long shift in his first week. "When's the last time you took that off?" 

He doesn't say the word, but looks pointedly at his chest, and it's like he can see right through the scrubs to the binder beneath. 

"I … uh," he stumbles. He doesn't like that Robby just knows what's under there. That he's not naturally flat. 

"I'm not trying to out you," Robby assures him, voice very low. "But you're taking shallow breaths and you're moving slower. Your ribs and your lungs need a break. Trust me. I know." 

He is out of breath, but it's become so commonplace that he hardly even noticed. 

He flushes. 

"I can't - like, now," he mutters back. He is not doing his fucking job with his tits out. 

Robby steers him to the empty on-call room. 

"Just take fifteen minutes, and then you can put it back on," he orders. 

Dennis flushes harder. 

"... Please don't tell anyone." 

Robby grins, and in it, Dennis can see years of experience. 

"Nah, wouldn't. We gotta stick together, yeah?" 

And so the crush begins. 

Abbot is even more interested in telling Dennis how to take care of himself. He insists on the binder breaks, too, and he shakes his head with disgust when Dennis mentions that he doesn't bother correcting at least half the times he gets misgendered by staff and patients. 

"For God's sake, kid, be a man," Jack spits. He looks annoyed. "Tell them who you are and insist on them respecting it. Only way to deal with the cis." 

Later, Robby murmurs to him that Jack's a little sore about the misgendering, since he struggled with it so much when he was Dennis' age. 

The first time they fuck him, it's after a drunken night out at after-work drinks, Dennis piled into an Uber with a very handsy two of them. He can't believe his luck. These two? Want him? 

It becomes very apparent they do, when they strip him down to boxers and binder, mouths everywhere he allows them. It's better sex than he's ever had in his life. They seem to know every part of him that's sensitive, that feels good when stroked, and licked, and nipped at. 

Most guys he sleeps with have no fucking idea what to do with his cunt, let alone know his dick. But Robby, he sucks it into his mouth the second Dennis gives him permission, and God. It's like seeing heaven. He whimpers, hand in Robby's hair, while Jack mouths at his neck, carefully avoiding his bound chest. 

"God, sweet boy," Robby pants, lifting his head. "You taste fucking incredible."

He's too overwhelmed to speak, and when Jack pulls on a strap that, to be honest, is bigger than anything Dennis has been brave enough to put inside him, he thinks he might pass out from want. 

"Robby, give him here," Jack growls, eyes hooded. "Gonna show the kid how to fuck like a man." 

No, now he might pass out from want. 

Jack moves him into the position he wants, like it's nothing. Pushes Dennis' legs over his shoulders, and lines up the head of the strap with his cunt. 

"You - wait, aren't you gonna - ?" Dennis stammers. 

"Aren't I gonna what?" 

"I mean … my ass?" 

Robby makes a small noise under his breath, and Jack looks down at him like he's the littlest, silliest thing in the world. 

"Unless you expressly don't want me to, I'm gonna fuck your cunt. Because this?" He nudges the head of his cock forward a little, parting Dennis' lips and spreading him open. "Is a man's cunt. Not something to be ignored. You are a man, aren't you?" he adds, rough and mocking. 

Dennis' cock throbs. 

"Yes," he chokes out. 

"Good boy," Jack purrs, and pushes in, bottoming out in one thrust. Dennis gasps, and scrabbles in the sheets, the air knocked out of him. Robby grabs his wrists, and holds him still. 

"Pay attention, kiddo," he breathes into Dennis' ear. "Watch the way he's moving. You're gonna have to learn how to do this." 

Dennis watches as Jack thrusts into him, his hips moving just so, ensuring the strap stays inside as he draws his hips back and slams forward, over and over. 

"I - fuck. Jack, I - fuck, fuck, fuck, I can't, I - " he whines, eyes fluttering. 

Jack stops, in an instant. 

"You're telling me I'm just wasting this little lesson?" he says, raising a brow. "Maybe I should just stop, if you're not learning anything." 

"No! No, no, please, don't stop, I'm watching, I'm learning, God, please!" 

Robby laughs, and Jack fucks hard into him again. Dennis has to fight to keep his eyes open, glued to the way Jack moves. 

"Michael, show him how you like to be jerked off," Jack orders, and Robby, rather than moving his hand to his own dick, reaches out for Dennis'. He nestles the engorged, throbbing thing between two fingers, and rubs hard, up and down, merciless. It's not quite the way he does it to himself - he's more exploratory, gentler. His bottom growth is still growing, and he's never entirely sure what's going to feel good and what won't. 

This? 

This feels fucking incredible. 

"Oh my God," he groans, arching up into the touch. It drives Jack deeper, and fuck, he can feel that fucking thing in his belly, he swears. "That - fuck - how?" 

"Feels good, huh?" Robby laughs, low, and doesn't let up for a second until Dennis is shouting and writhing and cumming, squirting over Robby's fingers. 

He goes bright red, mortified. 

"Oh, Jesus," he whispers, looking up at the other man in horror. Robby looks happier than he's ever seen him. He takes his fingers and sucks them clean, before noticing the look on Dennis' face. 

"What's wrong?" he asks, immediately. Jack's still fucking him. He's not even getting tired. 

"I - fuck. Made a mess, I'm sorry, that only happens sometimes, at home," he whimpers. 

Robby and Jack exchange glances over his head, and he feels like an idiot child. 

"Oh, kid," Jack says, fond and cruel all at once. "You're just a baby, aren't you? Our little boy." 

Pleasure pulses through him, and he can't hide the full-body shudder. 

When Jack cums, it's with a grunt and a flood of wet against Dennis' ass and his cunt. Just like him. It doesn't feel disgusting, not when it's from Jack. The evidence of his satisfaction. 

After that, they seem determined to teach him how to be a man. A real man. Jack teaches him how to shave, properly, when he finally gets stubble. Stands behind him in the bathroom, and slides a straight razor through the shaving cream, showing him how to avoid nicks. 

"Your Dad never showed you this?" Jack asks, holding him gently against his chest as he wets the razor and raises it again. 

"Nah," Dennis says, flat. "My Dad has three sons and a daughter. So. He wasn't going to be teaching me boy stuff." 

Jack makes a displeased noise, but when he slides the razor over skin again, he leans in and murmurs into Dennis' ear. 

"I'll be your Dad now, kiddo." 

Dennis only just avoids twitching and getting himself nicked. 

Robby catches him in the work bathroom, trying desperately to piss at the urinal like a real fucking man. He's bought himself one of the stand-to-pee packers, but, it's fucking tricky to use. He doesn't want to piss on himself. 

"You need a hand?" Robby asks, peering down and catching what he's up to. 

"No," Dennis says, stubborn. "I'm fine." 

Robby stands and watches as he tries and fails to direct the fucking packer the way he wants it. 

"Let Daddy help you," Robby murmurs, stepping in behind him and taking the packer in his hands. He puts more pressure on it than Dennis was, and angles it just right. One large hand presses against his belly, and - 

"Fuck," Dennis hisses, watching the stream of piss exit the silicone cock. His. 

"Mm," Robby hums. "Feels good, doesn't it?" 

It does. He feels - right. Standing, not sitting. Having Robby show him. 

"Thank you, Daddy," he whispers. He can feel his cock, his flesh one, pulsing beneath the packer. 

Jack begrudgingly accepts when someone offers to paint rainbows on his cheeks (he lowkey loves it) and Robby has the classic pride flag tote bag that at this point is old enough to vote and kinda crusty but Robby loves it and takes it out all the same because he’s sentimental like that

Jack puts all the stickers he gets on his tee and jeans looking like a human advertisement but Robby keeps them to throw into his keepsake box as memorabilia

they take lots of pictures ever year and Jack manages every time to find some baby queers with glitter (not that he’d ever admit he does it on purpose) so he ends up sparkly and looking like Edward Cullen in all of the pictures

Dr. Robby does his big speech and introduces the med students to the senior residents they’ll be reporting to; he introduces them to Dana (who is still there despite saying she’s going to quit every month). Then he walks over to a computer stand with an unreadable expression on his face,

“And this is the other attending on shift, Dr. Whitaker”

Dennis smiles and probably unintentionally woos some of the younger students with his boyish charm and easygoing nature. He glances at Robby with that same unreadable expression and goes back to a chart.

Dr. Whitaker ends up being their saving grace in more ways than one.

He listens intently as they present their cases to him. He guides them through difficult procedures. But most importantly, he saves them from the wrath of various staff members—specifically Dr. Robby, Dr. Santos, and Dana.

They’ll bring Dr. Whitaker over to chaperone as they ask Dr. Robby about a patient. For whatever reason, Dr. Robby seems to be intimidated by him and listens to him more often than not.

Whenever Dr. Santos starts getting snappy, they notice that Dr. Whitaker will get within her sight and she calms down slightly.

Dr. Whitaker sees that Dana is getting stressed and starting to scare the med students, so he casually asks if she’d like to join him for a smoke in the ambulance bay

They see little interactions between the staff and Dr. Whitaker and wonder how this small, mousy attending can bring such a calm to the storm that is the ED?

they find out one day through the nurses or smth that Whitaker and Santos were roommates for years and are best friends/pseudo siblings

they see little interactions between Robby and Whitaker and wonder how they got so close

One day Dr. Robby is in a particularly bad mood and is snapping at everyone left and right. Dana calls out to him,

“Robinavitch! Go take a lap, we don’t need that in here. Don’t make me get your hubby on the phone”

Santos walks by and adds, “Yeah, Huckleberry doesn’t come in until one for his swing shift. Chill out and let him sleep”

That’s when it all dawns on them.

They’ve heard Santos refer to Whitaker as “Huckleberry” more than his own name

Dr. Dennis “Huckleberry” Whitaker and Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch are married

Me: you will not earn what you desire by banging the cabinet door.

My cat: This is a test of wills, is it not? We shall see if your ability to put up with my incessant banging outlasts my eternal lust for snackie treats. Years of conditioning have hardened me for this purpose. bang bang bang

Me: ksst!

My cat, throwing herself to the ground like she's been shot: Oh! Oh I have been assailed in my own home! Have mercy, have pity! Surely in the cruel darkness of your heart there is some mote of goodness that might stay your hand! Do not strike me, I pray you!

Me: ok