I do think it's fucking hilarious (and kinda sad) that both members of whitsantos thought that robby house-sitting was them trying to push each other out. trinity thought dennis was leaving her to fully move into robby's. dennis thought trinity told robby to say that so he'd get out of her apartment.
what's the ACTUAL explanation? michael robinavitch is a pervert. like đđđ
once trinity gets really mad at dennis so she feeds him an unripe persimmon and heâs literally never seen a persimmon before so he has no clue how VILE an unripe persimmon is but heâs such a people pleaser that he eats the whole thing without reacting and then they just sort of stare at each other like đŤ¤
I think a lot about robby who arrives home from his sabbatical early, several weeks early, and not in a good way. he's had enough, he's reached his last straw and just about managed to get home before he made bad decisions on the roads, and now he's breaking down. he's too far gone, too downtrodden and too tired to care that dennis is still in his house when he gets back.
he collapses and sobs until he gags, he cries and he hits things, denting the wall in places and smashing a glass all over the kitchen tile. he sees dennis there, standing close and looking upset, in the corner of his eye as he falls to pieces. if he had the capacity, he'd feel remorseful that he's putting his favourite intern through this, that such a kind and pretty boy was having to see him crash and burn in the worst way possible. but he doesn't have the strength.
he mourns the fact that dennis will surely run, take his leave, report his lack of stability to the hospital. his grief at losing this young man in his life only adds to his cries and his anger and his upset, and he ends up curled in a ball and catatonic, gasping for air as he spasms from all the crying. it's left him dehydrated and with a migraine, and eventually he passes out on the hardwood floor. he can see a blurry image of dennis's feet in his vision as he blacks out, and he hates that that's the last he'll ever see of the boy. he's ruined every last thing.
he wakes up fourteen hours later, confused and weak. he's exhausted from the sobs and his hands ache from the bruises from his destruction of the wall. he doesn't understand how he's in his bed or how his jacket is gone, or how his knuckles have been cleaned and bandaged. there's water and painkillers on the side table, and the mess has been cleared up.
there's a knock on the door after a while, and robby's eyes widen and he's frozen when dennis walks through the door. he looks a little tired, but he's dressed comfortably and holds warm toast and soup on a tray. he smiles at robby, and its a sad smile.
robby can't help but feel tears blur his eyes again, reasoning with the fact that dennis saw it all- saw him screaming and swearing and punching, saw him sobbing until he couldn't breathe and passed out, saw him so unbearably ugly, and stayed. he didn't run and tell or judge. he tucked robby into bed, treated his wounds, and cooked him warm food.
for some reason, dennis had decided that he was worth staying for. robby didn't know if he could ever be deserving of that gift.
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.
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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