in my mind robby and his faithful puppy boy dennis are regulars at their bdsm club. they're in there at least twice a week, sometimes three times, even with the hours they work.
they'll just be there, robby catching up with the other local doms while dennis nestles between his legs in his collar and harness and ears, tail butt plug keeping him nice and full. they're simply a package deal- where robby goes, a small, sweet puppy on a lead follows.
they're favourites among all the other attendees and robby lets other people give his puppy scratches behind the ear. the only awkward thing that has ever happened is when one of the other regulars ended up in the ER, and the doctor sent to tend to him was the puppy he'd been allowed to pet just the night before.
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Whenever I see a fic where Dennis is obvious about his feelings, that everyone knows that the boy has a crush on Dr. Robby, my brain just goes nah. If we accept the hc that the boy was raised in a homophobic household, he knows how to hide.
He may be oblivious to his feelings for a bit, and we will see the puppy eyes and all the admiration. But the moment he realises that he has romantic feelings for Robby, that boy is gonna do a 180 in his behaviour. He knows how to hide. Growing up in a household like that makes you a expert at hiding who you are.
We even see that, robby is making more heart eyes at him and revolving around dennis like he is the sun, looking at him with that fond smile
It will be robby who is more obvious. That man will be a walking HR nightmare, more than he already is.
whitaker comforting trinity when she's upset and missing her dead best friend by trying to relate and reassure her that she isn't alone,
"you know, i can't say i know what you're going through, but on our farm we had a goat and his name was Billy. he was my friend, and any time not spent at school or doing chores was spent hanging out with Billy the goat. we kind of grew up together, he was born just 6 months after i was. when we were 14 he got sick, not uncommon for older goats, and in an attempt to, i guess, toughen me up or make me into a man, my dad made me put Billy down..."
he liked to think he was pretty good at it. no one could ever tell, or at least no one had ever called him out on it. he made the right noises, tensed the right body parts, held his mouth open in a particular way.
it was fine. it really didnât bother him. it wasnât anyoneâs fault that he just never got there. he couldnât even make himself finish, how was he supposed to expect other people to?
robby knew immediately.
it just feltâŚwrong. it wasnât genuine. it was too conveniently timed and at a much too showy volume. robby let him get away with it a couple times, hoping as they became more familiar with each other, dennis would either start enjoying himself more or trust that he could be honest.
that didnât happen.
after about two months of this, in the afterglow (well, robbyâs afterglow), robby suggested, âyou donât have to fake it with me. you know that, right?â
dennis stammered and denied until it was obvious robby was not buying it. âitâs not you. i donât...â
robby rubbed a hand soothingly up and down dennisâs arm. âitâs ok, some people just have very specific conditions that need to be met. what have you tried?â
and it was offensive how little effort people had put into making dennis feel good, how little effort dennis himself had put in. the list of techniques dennis had named was incredibly short.
it didnât happen the first time they really tried, but at least dennis didnât have to focus so much on acting like he was getting there. it made it more enjoyable, which was almost more frustrating. he didnât get close, but he got somewhere.
the second time was weird. dennis didnât like getting eaten out. it was too wet and diffused. he was sure robby was great at it! but maybe that was better used as foreplay or something. dennis wasnât sure. nevertheless, he did not finish.
the third time they really tried, robby had ordered a vibrator.
heâd read some articles about this type of thing, and this seemed to be a promising solution. he wasnât going to get butt hurt about dennis needing a little something extra to actually enjoy himself. (dennis insisted he always enjoyed himself when fucking robby, even if he didnât orgasm.)
robby had taken his time, done all the things he knew got dennis wet. he sucked on that spot behind his ear and ran his big hands up and down dennisâs stomach. robby whispered sweet little things into the manâs skin like a spell. he put off trimming his beard, knowing dennis liked it scraggly.
when he finally started fucking dennis, there was a sort of shift. an oh shit, this could happen feeling that hadnât been there before. dennisâs breath was hitching and he was trying to squeeze his legs together at the intense feelings.
robby was getting close and he started to fumble for the thing heâd stashed in the fluffy comforter. heâd been careful to charge it and memorize the buttons in advance. when he pressed the vibrator dennisâs clit, robby felt him clench down in a way he never had before.
âfuck,â dennis squeaked out as soon as his brain could process what he was feeling. âfuck, fuck, fuck!â
âyeah, baby?â robby groaned, increasing the intensity by one level. âyou gonna cum?â
dennis shook his head, eyes tearing up. âi donât know!â he didnât know what this was. he felt like he was gonna explode or have a panic attack or piss himself.
robby chuckled at the confused and overwhelmed look on his partners face. âjust relax. let it happen.â robby kept his own hipâs pace brutal, a non stop internal stimulation.
dennis felt his legs prickle and his heart jump. âoh, god.â he whimpered before dropping his jaw and going voiceless.
robby felt a gush around him and he couldnât hold it back anymore. heâd tried his best to fuck dennis through it, make his first time drawn out and intense and utterly satisfying. worth the wait.
dennis was shaking as robby softened. he whispered a soft, breathless, âwhat the fuck?â as his head lulled to the side into his pillow, neck having lost all tension.
âfeel good?â robby questioned while bringing dennis close.
mhm was all dennis could think to reply. after a little, dennis squirmed. âwhy are the sheets so wet?â
robby just shifted over to a dryer patch and brought dennis with him. âyouâre so hot, babe.â while he was drawing imaginary Râs on dennisâs back, robby mentioned, âyou know, that thing has ten levels. we only went to two.â
I am chronically online so I think of Whitsantos doing tiktok videos all the fucking time but Hucklerabbot+Santos on vacation and they do that trend that is Dennis and Trin like "Don't you love our all inclusive vacay?" - "It's not all inclusive though!" - "then why is everything free?" And it just pans to Robby and Jack with the Black American express cards.
- automatically considers he won the argument if you bring up chatgpt as a source
- he buys trin avocados with his first paycheck
- he uses trinityâs haircare to define his curls and he is scared one day she will notice
- he talks about robby basically the entire time when heâs at amyâs and she definitely Knows
- use to befriend bugs as a kid, his favourites were ladybugs and he called them mâlady when addressing them
- heâs the youngest, he was such a little snitch
- mamaâs boy ages 0-10
- genuinely enjoys being around amy but sometimes he really wants to not go over but feels like he canât refuse / wants to snap at her but keeps it bottled
- he looked up âmayor of meep townâ when trinity made a joke about it once, and for a week straight he tried to stop himself from meeping, except it translated to him meeping, realising heâs and subsequently dropping his face and trying to keep it as blank as possible, but he ended up looking like that miley cyrus red carpet photo. it freaked everyone out
- genuinely enjoys cooking, heâs just often way too tired. he tried to meal prep once and ate all the food he just made in one sitting
- he inhales food so fast he gets the hiccups sometimes
- ships crashtos hard
- possessive and protective over trinity because she feels like her sibling more than his actual brothers ever did
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hucklesantos fake dating to make garcia and robby jealous except everyone immediately sees through it bc 1, theyâre gay asf and everyone can tell, and 2, theyâre basically siblings and they look so pained everytime they try to act affectionate in public
Hucklerobby this, hucklerabbot that... WELL, I've read an unhealthy amount of huckleABBOT fanfics, and I throughoutly enjoy reading about how Whitaker is taking care of Abbot, while he struggles to get around because of his leg.
Knowing your the third wheel in your relationship is a different kind of loneliness. That's Dennis's professional opinion at least. It could be worse, at least his boyfriends try to include him. Sure it might just be for sex, and sure maybe they heavily imply he should leave after but it's fine. At least he still has them here. He gets to kiss them and feel their touch, who cares if it's only in private.
Robby may have screamed at the man for a full hour when Dennis wanted to tell Trinity. His best friend his rock, the one person who might have made this easier. Jack may have kicked him out the house and blocked him for a month afterwards, only to break the silence with a 'you up?' message. That doesn't matter though the men are nice enough. Cuddling him after sex. Dennis can deal with that even if that's the only time they cuddle him.
Loneliness may be killing him from the inside out, but at least they haven't left yet. Everyone does eventually.
Jack is good at hiding his feelings. He doesnât do it on purpose, he swears, it just happens. And usually, people donât notice. He doesnât care because he just unpacks it in therapy and packs it back up before going home. No big deal. Heâs aware of it, so that means itâs fine!
Dennis is nicknamed âa bloodhoundâ for a reason. He learns the minute Dennis becomes a permanent addition to his life that his boy can professionally sniff out sadness. He didnât say anything at first, just gave Jack little side eyes and longer lasting hugs on bad days.
But then, when Dennis realized this fragile little relationship they had was all of a sudden not so fragile and not so new, he took it up a notch.
Jack doesnât like being held, heâd like it noted. Itâs not his thing. Makes him feel squirmy. But when he gets sad, when he has his lowest days, thereâs a lingering thought at the back of his mind that makes him feel like a boy begging for his mom. And Dennis, The Bloodhound, smells it on him.
When theyâre laying in bed and Jack is acting like everything is totally normal, Dennis will turn to him and open his arms up wide. Jack plays like heâs reluctant, but heâs never felt better than after quietly sobbing into Dennisâs chest while the boy plays with his curls and whispers at him.
Itâs less fun when Dennis chides him in the morning for not saying anything sooner, but heâs found himself burying less feelings. After all, his sweet bloodhound will just dig them up anyway.
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oh i know michael âsecretly pining for my best friends since collegeâ ârobbyâ robinavitch been going absolutely insane ever since dennis joined the pitt
Dennis Whitaker disappears after his first shift at PTMC, and a few nights later, Robby tells Jack that the kid has been involved in an accident, and his left leg has been amputated.
---
Jack only met Dennis Whitaker once, and he only feels a little bad in saying that with everything happening in the aftermath of Pittfest, he didn't really remember the kid that well. He had a vague memory of big, fearful eyes, a competence fitting of an MS3, and nothing particularly loud or remarkable about the kid.
He didn't think too much of it, beyond a vague and academic concern, when Robby greeted him with a frown a couple of nights later at handoff.
"Are you gonna tell me or do I need to guess?"
"Whitaker hasn't shown up for his shifts the last few days."
Jack blinks, taking a moment.
"The med student? Brother, maybe the MCI got to him. That shit was trial by fire, and the reality of what we do isn't for everyone. Maybe he's just taking some time, thinking about his options."
Robby nods, but Jack can tell he's not convinced.
Turns out, he's right not to be.
Jack has never seen Robby's face look as fucking haggard as it does when he takes Jack aside a few nights later, and breaks the news with as much gentleness as he's still got left in him.
Major traffic accident, car vs pedestrians. Multiple crushing injuries. They'd taken Whitaker to Presby because it was closer to the scene.
Amputation of Whitaker's left leg. Below the knee, Jack hears Robby say, and he knows realistically that it's a good thing. Lucky.
He can't bring himself to say it out loud, and neither can Robby.
---
The decision to take Whitaker under his wing is made without much conscious effort from Jack. It happens like a simple math problem, the outcome consistent and expected.
He goes to visit the kid at Presby, doesn't get offended when he has to introduce himself and then jog the kid's memory about where they've met before.
He lets the kid be numb, then sad, then angry, then sad again. He drives him to the support groups, and lets the kid be bitterly jealous over Jack's control of a vehicle.
"You'll have this again. But in the meantime you get to be pissed about it."
He gets his care transferred over to PTMC, and promises the kid that the ortho and rehab teams won't go spreading rumours or talking about him to his colleagues.
"They're not even my colleagues anymore."
"Hate to break it to you kid, but those pricks are persistent, and most of them have made a real nice ass groove for themselves in that department. Like it or not, those fuckers will be waiting for you when you get back. Robby's practically salivating."
Jack snorts, and tries to hold back another one at the kid's angry, puffed-up kitten scowl.
Jack knows this whole process well enough to know that the uptick of the corner of Dennis' mouth is a win.
He takes the kid to hydrotherapy, and he pulls some strings so that their first session is just the two of them, gently splashing around in the pool. Jack's not a physiotherapist, but he does understand the tightness around Dennis' eyes at the thought of exposing his new body to yet another perfect stranger.
He stands in the water and holds his arms out, waiting patiently for Dennis to be ready. Lets the kid cling to his arms, huffs a quiet laugh at the small sound he makes the instant he's submerged in the warm water.
"Yeah? Takes away some of that aching, huh?"
Dennis nods, quiet in the way that someone is when they're surprised that a promise has been kept. Jack slowly inches backwards in the water, only a couple of inches, stops when Dennis makes a gutteral, unsteady sound.
"I got you, I got you." The kid's fingers are leaving livid white marks on his biceps, but that's not important. "I'm not gonna let you fall. You remember what we talked about before? About what to do if you start to overbalance?"
"I know how to swim. I lost a leg, not my memory."
"Oh yeah?" Jack grins, gently bobs them both a little in the water. "Well if you remember how to swim, and you remember your piss-poor attitude, why don't you stop doing your best bubble impression and take some baby steps for me?"
Dennis scowls, and the indignation and curiosity almost cancels out his hesitation and fear.
"Shut up. What the hell does that even mean?"
Jack is so very glad he asked.
"Your bubble impression?" He shrugs, deliberately looking away from Denns' legs making their first hesitant shuffles. "Floating there looking pretty, but not doing much else."
"Oh, fuck you."
He's there when Dennis gets his first prosthesis, ready to catch him when the inevitable frustration and disappointment set in at the realisation that the freedom of mobility doesn't come without adjustments.
"Dennis. Look at me." The kid's face is blotchy and red, and he's been studiously avoiding Jack's eyes ever since they got back.
"It's okay to be frustrated. I know it hurts. It's a completely new piece of equipment being attached to a part of your body that never expected to have this attached. There's new pressure, new sensations, and it's all happening to new, sensitive skin, and muscle and bone that are still adjusting. Give yourself some grace, kid."
"I'm - I'm lucky to have this." Dennis spits out. That word again, the tricky sticking point that even Jack never quite got to grips with. "I shouldn't be complaining. There are people far worse off than me."
Jack hums, handing Dennis the antibac wipes and offering no further guidance on cleaning.
"Sure. There are definitely people who are worse off." He sees Dennis' head jerk upwards, finally gets that eye contact he'd been chasing.
"But I'm not talking to them, I'm talking to you. Other people have it worse, and you've still been dealt a shitty hand right now. Both things can be true. You're lucky to have access to the prosthesis and the rehab teams. This -" he gently pats the prosthetic limb like it has its own nerves "-is going to be the thing that gives you your freedom and mobility back. But right now, it's new and it hurts, and it'll take adjustment. Both things can be true."
He shows Dennis his own prosthesis, his own stump, and how the two work together. He was surprised at how intimate and vulnerable it felt, letting Dennis see him remove his leg and care for his stump at the end of a long shift. He was interested by his own tenderness at the process, as he'd long thought he was over any feelings of particular vulnerability where observation was concerned.
But he shared all the small things he'd learned over the years with Dennis. All the little things that nobody without a prosthesis could possibly be expected to know, despite their qualifications, because they were the kind of things you only learnt by living it. He softened when he saw Dennis' face set in such concentration as he told him about tips for dealing with hot weather, felt something in him ache a little tenderly at the expression on the kid's face when Jack talked openly about the need for hygiene and the reality of 12-hour shifts and sweat and residual limb care.
He was there the first time he saw it in Dennis' face; the realisation that different did not negate okay. He was there when the kid met with Robby (and really, it was supposed to be a meeting with administration first, but Jack wasn't stupid) to discuss returning for the rest of his rotation.
He was definitely there when the kid started to look at him with something dangerously close to admiration and worship and - if Robby was to be believed - little tiny hearts in his eyes.
"He's too fucking young for me."
"He's twenty six."
"Too. Fucking. Young. He's all caught up with looking at me as his saviour right now."
"Pretty sure he's seen you at your least glamourous. I don't know if you think you've been some kind of perfect, Florence Nightingale figure with endless pools of patience and grace, but let me tell you that you've been cranky, difficult, downright fucking belligerent, and I've heard you tell the worst fucking jokes in your reportoire. The kid still laughs at them and gives you cow eyes."
