#huckelrobby

Age regressor Whitaker who’s never felt safe enough to look into the warm fuzzy feeling he gets.

Dennis who growing up didn’t get to keep many toys beyond a certain age, he managed to sequester away a few objects, but the rest was shuttled away into the attic. He kept three of his wooden learning blocks, they had soft chipped paints at the edges and numbers on them, He saved number 2, 3, and 4. He also managed to keep hold of his cow(bull but Den liked to think of it as a cow)themed rattle, his father picked that one for him. He also had his baby blanket, each of his brothers had their own, their dad only let them because he had one too growing up, but his dad took it from him when he was eleven and burned it.

Mama told him that story, after Denny asked her why Papa let them keep blankets, but not toys. His dad had promised himself if he only let the boys have one thing, it would be their blankets. Each of Den’s siblings had their own blanket, all simple plain things, in different colors so not to be confused. Usually kept on their bed for safe keeping. His brothers all grew out of their attachment to theirs at normal ages, or at least they grew out of displaying it openly. The middle brothers grew out of it at 7-8 and his oldest brother was stubbornly attached to the thing until ten; Den didn’t tho, he was fully attached to his blanket well into middle school, tho he had long since learned to hide how attached he was. Had to keep his blankie in his bag at school when kids started getting a little too mean about it in second grade.

He thinks he’s just sensitive, this weird feeling is probably fine, nothing to worry about, he can deal with it. So he does. He deals with it all the way up to his med rotation, despite desperate prayers for it to have ended back when he was in high school; when he was long since too old to be acting so young and too mature to be acting so foolish.

He tried to convince himself in 11th grade that he didn’t need his stuffed lovie, a lamb his mother had gotten him when he was born. Had tried to put it up in the attic where the forgotten things go one night before bed, he didn’t even last an hour before he was bawling and blubbering apologies and climbing back into the attic with blurry vision and a fiercely aching guilt that lasted for months.

He had half convinced himself that his Lovie hated him & ended up getting even more attached to the animal, bringing it everywhere, school, church, farming, it was as always safely hidden in his bag under various other things, wrapped in his baby blanket to protect it. It was the thing that kept him sane throughout graduation, through schooling in general, despite the weird guilty feeling had about being so weird it generally helped him. It was with him on his way to collage. First for his Theology major and then when he switched to pre-med, it kept him warm even after his family stopped sending money.

And it was there when he got accepted to do his rotation in the PTMC. He likes to think he’s managed to get a handle on the weird fuzzy feeling he gets sometimes, but truth is it’s only gotten worse since his family stopped helping, sometimes he thinks the reminder of their love is more of a curse than a blessing, but he appreciates the small comfort nonetheless. He tries his best to ignore it but it’s usually lurking, waiting for him to slip up relax. He tries his best to keep it away for his first day in the Pitt, and he does well with that, he mentally comforts himself with the knowledge he has his lamb and blanket in his locker if he needs them, but he doesn’t end up needing them that day, instead he ends up helping Robby! Who seemed to be falling apart.

Dennis was surprised he didn’t immediately drown in the Pitt, but he manages and gets the hang of things, though he notices the same sad Robby makes the warm fuzzy nice feeling he gets so much worse, especially with the gentle hands and the kind words and the genuine direction, sometimes Dennis finds himself slipping before shifts even over.

It doesn’t impact his job performance too terribly, people notice he gets different though, less sure, more timid, quieter, less talkative with co workers, sticking strictly to a script when talking to patients, though he does work best with kids. They never really treat him as an adult though. It seems like a mutual understanding on their part that, Dennis doesn’t seem like the adultiest adult. He still catches codes & saves lives he just does it much much more quietly.

After he ends up on the street he keeps his bag close, comfort items safely inside, thankfully though he finds the eighth floor, he’s noticed whenever he’s experiencing big life stresses that the fuzzy feeling gets so much worse. He feels like the second he leaves the Pitt he’s falling into fuzzy oblivion, which isn’t good, he forgets to feed himself, & he doesn’t want to mention the one time he had a nightmare and an accident during a particularly bad fever. He had sobbed hard while cleaning that up.

People notice he’s weird. They always notice he’s weird. Usually they don’t care enough to figure out why, but Trinity was a curious person, so she followed him one night and found him crashing on the eighth floor, offers him a space. Den agrees without much arguing because he’s already way too fuzzy to think. Trinity who drags him home and craves out a space in her life for him. It’s an adjustment period, but eventually it smooths out. Dennis stays hiding the weirder parts of himself, but lets trinity know most of him.

Getting better at home means getting better at work, he finds himself less fuzzy and more bubbly at the end of work, still softer than normal, but in a more acceptable way. People also notice this. Robby even comments on it a few times.

“I like happier Whitaker, smiles suit you kiddo.”

The kiddo leaves him distracted for the rest of the day; he’s riding the high of it for the whole week. Then he gets his first night shift and meets Doctor Abbot. Dr. Abbot makes him feel nervous and squirmy in way that Dr. Robby never has. The man is more stern, but no less competent. He’s a phenomenal teacher with high expectations, but there isn’t a single shift that doesn’t end with Dennis staring at him like a lost puppy, almost fully regressed, hard time thinking, just able to trust the presence of Jack.

Jack who has heard of the little guy from Robby, who never quits talking about the sweet one with soft eyes. Jack who notices how eager Den is to listen and take guidance. Jack who brings this up to Robby. Robby who tells Jack about the odd behaviors of before Dennis lived with Trinity, Jack who puts the pieces together after a particularly difficult case involving a kid Den was caring for, Jack who also realizes that oh, this kid is just a baby, and he doesn’t even know it. Jack who cradles sobbing Dennis on the floor, Jack who calms him down enough to breathe and, Jack who takes his phone unlocks it with his face and sends a text to Trinity, a simple, ‘rough shift, kids a mess, gonna take him with me help him calm down. -Abbot.’

Jack who proceeds to text his husband that their darling student is coming home with him, explains that Den is having a hard time, asks robby to get a calm warming drink ready for Dennis, milk with honey or hot chocolate maybe. Jack also gathers Dens things and leads him to his car.

Dennis who throughout that whole thing is still sniffling and crying quietly brain not really processing anymore, just taking the comfort and letting himself be guided.

Robby is ready with warm blankets fresh from the dryer & a cup of warm chocolate milk. Dennis who immediately upon seeing Robby reaches for him while crying more. Robby cooing at Dennis and wrapping him in a hug, putting a warm blanket around him and guiding him to the couch.

Jack watching as Dennis just melts into the couch, swaddled in warm blankets, being helped to drink the cup of milk. Robby doesn’t let Den hold the cup and Den doesn’t even think to try.

Robby whispering to Den in his softest voice about how he was so brave today and how he did so so good, how he can rest now, Robby’s got him, he doesn’t need to worry.

Jack deciding right then that this is just their baby forever now.

Hucklerabbot omegaverse fic is coming, I’m about 4,500 words in so far, so here’s this to tie yall over lol.

This took me over 4 hours wtf am I doing with my life?!

Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch/Dennis Whitaker (Hucklerobby)

Summary: Robby loves taking photos of Dennis whenever he can, getting them developed in private. While he does love those sexual photos he takes, his favorite is much more intimate than almost anything sex can offer.

CW/Tags: Photos during sex, small hint of a pavlovian response on Dennis' part (from the sound of a camera shuttering), Trans!Dennis Whitaker, afab anatomy being referred to with both feminine (cunt) and masculine (dick) terms, blow jobs, vaginal sex, creampie, it turns sweet at the end trust

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: If you saw this on AO3 months ago, it's because I posted it there and forgot too cross post onto here :p

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a fic i did cuz i love whitsantos

prompt : they kept their relationships a secret to one another and it fucks them up.

mostly fluff with slight angst! enjoy ✶

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trinity wakes up feeling groggy in every part of her body.

memory is hazy but she does remember that baran came over, trinity was exhausted, baran teased her, and carried her to bed.

she giggles tiredly to herself. sue her, that shit is the dream she’s been craving for so long.

she’s a bit sad though, as she thought that she was gonna wake up with the older woman wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer than ever.

instead, she sits upright alone.

hm. probably making breakfast. she notes.

as she lazily drags herself outside, shes frozen in her steps, looking at the person in front of her.

wide. fucking. eyed.

“…huckleberry.”

“…trinity.” looking just as mortified as her.

“you didn’t come back last night.” which is their secret language for :

so how the FUCK are you here.

and

did you see anything?

“i- i can explain—“

“huck. whose shirt is that.”

as he was about to answer, he squints at her boxers.

“whose boxers are those???”

fuck. “i’m not answering that until you answer my question.

i asked you first.”

“fine. but can.. can we sit down for this.”

she raises her eyebrow, and sighs loudly, head in her hands.

she’s gonna have to come clean too. huckleberry code.

“fine.”

they walk through the hall, eerily quiet.

they both feel a heavy pang of guilt for keeping this to themselves and not telling one another.

just as they were gonna sit on the couch and actually let it all out, they both hear a laugh.

feminine, husky, low.

“who— who the hell was that, trin?”

another laugh comes around too.

masculine, raspy, low.

“dennis—“ she looks at him, waiting for the damn pin to drop.

they cautiously walk to the kitchen all to find the big secret they kept from one another.

“morning, baby.” baran whispers, voice still rough from sleep.

“had to use the bathroom, den. couldn’t go back to sleep.” robby waves, coffee in hand.

both are frozen. dennis’ jaw is unable to close. he’s beet red. trinity’s ears are burning. she can’t think of any witty response.

she dumbly nods at baran, and slowly turns her head to her roommate, who mimics her.

she grasps him by the collar and drags him to the bathroom, leaving their partners bewildered, and a little amused. they both hear dennis’ useless mutters of trinity i can explain—trin come on— before the door slams shut.

“…they didn’t tell one another, did they.”

“yup.” an emphasis on the ‘p’ leaves a pop sound as robby twirls a spoon in his cup.

“wanna join me as i cook breakfast for the both of them?” robby mumbles, slowly moving to prepare the ingredients.

“yes, that would be nice.

i think they both need it.”

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in the bathroom, tweedle dee & dum are losing it.

“you-?! i fucking knew it! you fuckleberry.” she drags her hand through her messy hair, and laughs incredulously.

“i knew you were doing shit with him! i knew that something happened within those 3 fucking months! but crash thought i was fucking insane!”

“hey, no! cut the shit! you’re with our new attending trin, you are on the same level as me. what were you doing late besides charting then?!”

“fuck you.” she rests her forehead on the tile wall.

“shit, huck. they’re so… unbothered? like this is another fucking tuesday for them.” trinity sits on the bathtub, knees tucked to her chest.

“i know.” dennis wraps his arms around himself. he looks up at the ceiling for any chance of clarity.

of course, he gets none.

“..why couldn’t you tell me?” he mumbles, looking down at his roommate.

trinity huffs, “probably for the same reason as you, huck. he’s attending 1. she’s attending 2.

i..”, might as we’ll go all the way honest, right?

i didn’t want to lose our friendship over this.”

“trin..”

he slowly sits himself down in the same tub, beside her.

“you aren’t ever gonna lose me, okay? i’m your huckleberry, that’s never gonna change.

trinity blinks rapidly next to him, roughly wiping tears off her face. god, this really has been some heavy shit to carry.

“..and besides, i think she’s very loving to you.

you look.. calmer? more reassured when traumas come and go.

even with garcia in the same room, you can.. breathe.”

she shakily breathes, and actually looks at him.

“he loves you. i can see it.

how he looks for you first in the ED, and how he reassures you when we loose a patient.”

she continues, “..you were the first fucker i thought of when we got together, you know? how i went to her son’s football game, how i remembered her favorite cafe order— i. fuck. i wanted to tell you everything. but i was so, so scared of how it could have backfired.

i’m sorry, den.”

“likewise. i wanted to tell you how we watched a drive in movie together in the back of my truck. and how he helped me back at the farm.

… we’re really dumb, aren’t we.”

trinity laughs at that. actually laughs. laughs feeling whole. not delayed this time. landed perfect. not a part of her missing.

dennis joins her, teary eyed.

she hugs him abruptly,

“i don’t wanna lose you. i need someone to take my avocados, not leave ‘em to rot.” she mumbles in his shoulder, tears staining his shirt.

“you won’t lose me,

promise.”

a comfortable silence stretches between them.

a silence that they both can feel like they can breathe in.

a silence that they feel safe in.

a silence that completes one another.

“well, come on, fuckleberry. we’re gonna have to face attending 1 and 2.”

he nods, they head out a lot calmer than before.

as they come out of the bathroom, slightly disheveled but looking lighter, they smell.. bacon.. and eggs?

the hot chocolate trinity loves but swears they ran out of? the waffles dennis has been craving but had no time to buy?

“eat. both of you.” baran waves the whisk at the both at them.

they giggle lightly at the sight, and sit down.

“hm. that’s new. thought you two were gonna have a yelling match in there.” robby raises his eyebrow. notices their tear stained faces, sees dennis’ wet shirt.

he subtly looks at baran, seeing that she’s noticed it too.

“repeat the history you both did? we’ll pass.”trinity snorts.

“we’re good, robby, don’t worry.”

“yeah. if anything, i’m just judging this horrendous shirt he’s wearing.”

“hey! the green looks good on him.”

“it looks like a green smoothie gone wrong, robby.”

“well—“

dennis’ coughs loudly, “guys. please. stop. just let me eat in peace.

..and you’re not being slick either anyway trin—“ he lets out an oomph as he gets hit with an elbow to the gut.

“do you really want your tongue stapled at 10 in the morning, fuckleberry?” an empty threat, but a threat nonetheless.

he looks down, grinning. not apologetic at all.

“aren’t you wearing my boxers, trinity?”

her jaw drops, she looks at baran as if she’d utterly betrayed her.

“…uh. no more questions. i wanna savour this hot chocolate.”

“sure, hon.”

it feels so peaceful. so calm. so familiar.

and the next few days after that feel even calmer.

the taps on their shoulders during traumas, the reassuring you’re doing good, den and good call, trinity they both get from their partners plant a garden in their hearts. and it all just blooms.

and they can finally, finally tell one another about it. they can tell one another about the stares they both get from their partners that are across the bay, the jealousy they see in their partners as patients attempt to flirt with them,

so many stories. and so much laughter. so much warmth.