🦇 Vampire! Dennis Whitaker x Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch (pt.1)
When Robby first meets Dennis he’s an MS3 who’s doubtful about his place in the Pitt. But when he meets mysteriously (cute) patient Dennis in the ER it’s like fate brings the two together. While treating Dennis they talk about themselves.
Robby being a hopeful med student who wants to make a difference. And Dennis a patient smaller in stature compared to Robby who seems less shaken by his injuries and bloodied clothes and more interested in Robby.
Although Dennis doesn’t share much that reveals about himself he does tell interesting facts and opinions about the past. Perhaps he’s a history major with an old soul Robby thinks.
But Dennis is much older than he knows.
Dennis is actually a vampire who’s roamed the earth without a purpose believing his immortality is a curse for harboring sin. Maybe his family after finding out he’d been turned sounded him.
Dennis isn’t an evil blood sucking vampire just a vampire who drinks blood to survive and tries not to get in the way of humans. But when he’s in the ER and meets the charming Robby he can’t help but be allured.
Breaking his don’t make connections with the living rule. Instantly broken once they made eye contact.
Once they finish their chat that makes Robby determined to stay in medicine and the ER he goes to ask Dennis for his number. Before Dennis can even decide a response Robby is pulled away into medical business. So Dennis runs off hoping the best for Robby.
Cut to years later Robby is the Chief of the ER and can’t help but find one of his new MS3’s to bear a striking resemblance to someone… But that can’t be. Dennis Whitaker is a 20 something year old and he met that mysterious stranger long ago…
The Liberator: Brendon Park x Reader (feat: Jack Abbot)
Summary: Brandon asks Abbot's for advice with a very particular problem.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC’s fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren’t the only explosive thing happening at Jesse’s Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot…
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a ‘sticky’ situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Tell. Me. To. Stop (NSFW) - Jealousy is not an emotion Brendon Park is accustomed to.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you…
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon’s day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David’s calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David’s attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he’s been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father’s Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon’s greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon’s focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he’s called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you’re in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon’s world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that’s happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
Roses - Brendon is forced to deal with a vindictive POS when a dozen red roses are delivered to your door.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn’t expect.
The Best the Ravens Have Ever Looked (NSFW) - Brendon has a real problem with your shorts.
Home - Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
The Change Up - When you struggle to reacclimate at home Brendon realises you need a change up.
The Body Pillow - Brendon and you settle in for your first night at the new house.
Rae Days - You're forced to navigate your new limitations when Brendon returns to work full time.
It’s the end of Brendon’s shift and Abbot’s standing in front of the boards in the Emergency Room, head tilted up, hips squared, hands clasped behind his back in that classic military stance of his. Brendon isn’t sure if he realises he’s doing it or if it’s something that’s simply ingrained into his psyche from his time in the Army. He adjusts the satchel on his shoulder, clearing his throat as he steps up next to the other man, his tablet grasped tightly in his hand.
“You need a consult or something?” Abbot asks, his eyes never wavering from the lines of information in front of him.
Things have warmed up significantly between the two of them since Brendon apologised for being such an asshole over Abbot’s mentoring of you through the first few days of your amputation. Abbot had brushed it off with a dismissive flick of the wrist, reminding him it’s no walk in the park for anyone involved and adjusting… it’s hard for him too, that he needed to give himself a little grace.
“In a matter of speaking.” Brendon says, handing Abbot the tablet.
He looks down at the screen, his eyebrows raising into his hairline when he takes note of the store and images highlighted. “I guess Rae must be feeling better if I’m looking at pictures of sex pillows and bondage cushions.”
“She’s… curious about what life looks like for us now in that department and I want to help, I just don’t know what the best one is because there’s so many.” Brendon informs the other man in a hushed tone as Abbot’s finger drags down the cursor, allowing him to see more products.
“So, you thought you’d come to me because…”
“You’re the only sexually active amputee I know.” Brendon cringes as he says the words despite the truth of them. “And it’s more practical than starting up a reddit post. You have experience and as a doctor you know what’s safe and what’s a complete crock of shit.”
“Alright…” Abbot chews the inside of his cheek as he studies the webpage. “You don’t want the inflatable ones, you’ll pop it as soon as you get a good rhythm going, trust me it’s a whole thing.” He rolls his eyes at some distant memory and Brendon knows better than to ask for specifics. “You want something with a removable cover because you’ll get fluids on it no matter what your best intentions are...”
He trails off tilting the tablet to one side, his own head going the opposite direction. “I have no idea what the thing shaped like a football is, I mean how are you supposed to…” He rotates the screen again, pulling a face as he disregards it before tapping on something in particular.
“The Liberator Jaz gets good penetration, it’s more rounded and rocks with you. Better than a wedge that kind of locks into position so you end up shunting against it. It’s pretty good for missionary as it lifts her ass up, taking pressure off her lower back and the good leg. It’s pretty good if she’s on her stomach too, drives her ass up a little higher, and supports her so she doesn’t have to put weight on the knee. I’d say start with that.”
“I saw there’s a couple of ramps-” Brendon points out the foam slanted shapes but Abbot shakes his head, his lips puckering into a thoughtful pout.
“Don’t run before you can walk, just start with the pillow for now. It’s gonna take you both a minute to figure what works and once you have that under your belt Rae will be rocking a brand new leg and that’ll switch things up again. My advice is, enjoy the process, treat it like it’s the first time all over again.”
“That would entail taking the sex pillow over to Jesse’s house…” Brendon says, his palm scrubbing across the five o’clock shadow on his jaw.
“Borrow Robby’s.” Abbot smirks and Brendon’s head jerks towards him in surprise. “You think you’re the only one that’s making adjustments in bed? He’s an old man with a bad back and Jesse has the libido of a teenager.”
“That is oddly…reassuring.” Brendon remarks from a practical standpoint. “Is it the same model?”
“Tried and tested.” Abbot informs him as he adds to the pillow to Brendon’s shopping basket. “The one thing I do want to say is this that Rae… she’s going to tell you she’s fine about the way her body has changed, and she probably will be, but it takes a minute to come to terms with it especially when it comes to sex. Things you thought worked don’t and sometimes it can be demoralising because you realise things can’t go back to the way they were.”
Abbot’s speaking from experience right now, Brendon can tell from the way his mouth turns downward, his head dipping as he reveals this vulnerable part of himself. “A little of praise goes along way. So just reassure her that you still love her, that she still turns you on like no other woman on this earth.”
“That’s not really going to be a hardship. When I look at her… Let’s just say I’ve been taking a lot of cold showers since we moved in together.” Brendon admits. Abbot chuckles at his words, skimming through the menu at the top of the website until he finds the item he’s looking for. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, a sex swing.” Abbot says, adding one to Brendon’s basket. “Can’t go wrong with a sex swing.”
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the first time you hear fwb!brendon park laugh is when you’re sitting side by side in his bed, eating chinese takeout and talking about the chaos of the ED.
“we all looked at each other and didn’t know what to say. i thought whitaker was gonna shit himself.” you tell him and that draws the unfamiliar sound from him.
your chopsticks freeze in your grasp as you watch him chuckle to himself as he focuses on his own food. you haven’t heard a sound so genuine before, so full of warmth. your heart swells, and you quickly look away before he notices you gawking at him.
“i would’ve paid to see that.” brendon responds, a hint of a smile on his face.
you’re so enamoured by him that you almost forget to breathe. all you can do is nod, trying to give yourself a moment to steady your racing heart.
you thought this thing you had going on was purely physical, a means to an end, a way to get out your frustration on someone hot and willing. to be dominated by someone who can push you to your limits and equally take care of you after.
but it seems park has put a wedge in your plan, and the butterflies in your tummy call you out on your bullshit.
When Brendon usually wakes you up in the middle of the night it’s for sex, but since you pushed out a tiny being six weeks ago. When Brendon wakes you up it’s because said tiny being is crying.
“Hey, baby, wake up” He nudges softly, making you groan and roll over, “she’s hungry, my nipples are no use to her”
You stir, pushing yourself up, “give her”
Brendon passes her over once you’ve unbuttoned your shirt, cooing softly as she suckles against your breast, “you look so pretty”
You raise an eyebrow, a sleepy groan as you stare at him staring at you. Yawing as you rub your eyes, sleep pulling you back into sleep, “m so tired, I don’t know when I showered last” you murmur. Still rocking her slightly as she pulls off your nipple. Baby Edith opening her arms to her father as he sits back up to burp her.
It’s usually how the nights go, waking up at twelve to feed her. Letting Brendon burp and change her while you collapse again from exhaustion.
You move in patterns, coffee, breakfast, cuddling the baby as she sits in your lap. She moves in patterns, sleeping, eating, pooping, “she has your face when she sleeps” Brendon murmurs from the couch, her nose is scrunched, eyebrows wiggling softly as Brendon traces over her face with his thumb, “she’s beautiful”
You look up from the couch, a sight you want to remember forever. Your baby girl, tucked in her dad’s arms, sound asleep. Nose scrunched. Cooing softly, “she’s a happy baby”
Edith is a happy baby, she likes to go on walks, but only if Brendon carries her, and you like to shower with her. Not in the weird sense, you just like having her wrapped around you while you shower. Skin to skin, although mostly it’s just you standing in warm water as you wash her.
You’re deep in the newborn trenches, paternity leave over for Brendon. Caring for yourself and a newborn, in a house that’s barely moved into. Dana shows up at your door, you know her. Briefly during some hospital events with Brendon, “Dana! I’m so sorry- the house is a disaster”
She smiles, carrying bags of food and made meals, “oh honey I know! I’m here to bring you something to eat, be your little helper. Let you rest and snuggle that baby”
Your shoulders drop as you let her in, “really?” You think you’re hallucinating, that she’s a dream. A dream in jeans and a cardigan.
“Really, I know you and Shark just moved. But I got. Lasagna, chicken, enchiladas. Stuff to eat now, freeze” She sets things down on the marble counters, slowly unpacking and placing things into the empty fridge, “how are you doing?”
“I’m tired. I don’t know the last time I showered” You admit, “and my boobs are sore”
Dana laughs softly, “you poor thing, here. You wanna put her down for a nap? I can watch her. You go shower and sleep. Or I can set you up on the couch to pump change the sheets”
Your lip quivers, “she sleeps at.. one thirty usually, there’s breast milk in the fridge. Are you sure you can watch her?”
Dana nods, “I’ve raised three of em myself, if it’s okay with you”
You bring her in for a brief hug, apologizing when you realize how bad you smell.
You shower, wash your hair. Even contemplate a face mask, you indulge. You feel like a new woman when you step out, detangling your hair, moisturizing your legs and arms. When you come out, the bed is made with new sheets; and you can hear the washer running.
Edith is asleep in her downstairs crib, Dana is pulling something out of the oven, “hey honey, good shower?”
You nod, wordless at the state of your house. Clean, partially unpacked now fully unpacked, “yeah. You. Unpacked?”
Dana nods, “I kinda winged it, ‘m sorry I overstepped the boxes were just gettin to me. Is everything in the right place?”
You rifle through, and you can’t complain. Because it’s unpacked. And the baby is asleep, and dishes are washed. And something wonderful is cooking in the oven, “it’s. Dana thank you”
“Don’t mention it honey. I have chicken parm in the oven. I can make some pasta to go with it. Some greens. How’s your stomach?”
You nod, “greens would be great. If that’s not to much”
She prepares a salad, “I wish I had all of this after my first. Benji was great but. Having someone cook and clean and let you feel like a human again”
You nod, “I know we aren’t super close- I appreciate it.. I don’t. I have friends” you clarify, “they just.. live in North Carolina”
She nods, “I understand.” The timer dings and she pulls the chicken parm out. Sliding a cutlet onto your plate; with some salad. And when you hum she smiles in satisfaction, “good?”
“Heavenly, I’m serious Dana. Brendon can cook but this is. Phenomenal” You grin into a second bite, eyes closing in satisfaction.
Dana wipes the counter down before she leaves, and Brendon is surprised to see dinner when he comes home, you showered. Looking refreshed in a soft yellow sweatset, “you got busy” he comments, picking up Edith from your arms as he takes his shoes off
“I didn’t. Dana did” you grin, “she came over, I showered, did a face mask. And she made like a ton of food and we have enough leftovers to last us until she goes into college” You continue, “she even changed the sheets. And folded the laundry”
You’re beaming as Brendon rubs Edith’s back, “that sounds awesome honey, did you eat dinner yet?”
“No, do you wanna shower? I’ll warm something up?”
Brendon nods, “perfect,” he kisses your cheek before heading upstairs:
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