#dr. whitaker

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that feeling when everyone finds out you were homeless “who told you that?”

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Your Denny | Dennis Whitaker

Author's Note: I fear I have fallen in love with little sad Whitaker, but know he'd be such a good and appreciative boyfriend. Send me your Whitaker thoughts, please!!

Dennis Whitaker doesn’t know how he ever got so lucky. Sure, there was some hard work attributed in there, because god knows if he’d never worked so hard to get into medical school and eventually through his intern year and MS rotations, he never would have met you.

You, who laughed at his jokes and didn’t flinch when he did. You, who made sure he left for work every morning with a lunch packed and full water bottle. You, who simpered over your smart doctor-in-training, saving lives across the metro area by day and night. You, who were your own woman, working hard as a paralegal for a prestigious firm in the city and still had time to take such good care of him.

His coworkers gave him shit for his girlfriend that totally existed and definitely wasn’t made up. But they couldn’t deny that over the past year and a half, he’d gained more color his face, lost the bags beneath his eyes and seemed much more hydrated than when he first wandered into PTMC.

“What do you think it is? The puppy dog eyes?” Frank asked as he narrowed in on Whitaker who was struggling to put on a new pair of nitrile gloves.

“It’s always the skinny ones that are packing an anaconda,” Dana commented as she walked by, watching as Frank’s expression blanched.

But it was neither of those things, though you’d reassured him he had nothing to worry about in the bedroom. Denny – your Denny – took such good care of you, too.

He was a good listener and never tired of hearing you talk about your day, especially if you laid your head in his lap and let him play with your soft hair that was gently perfumed by your shampoo. He wasn’t a great cook, but he tried hard – and he was especially good at breakfast.

He fixed things around your apartment, was particular about how he folded laundry and never woke you up without a kiss. He just loved you – and you felt loved. He pushed the cart at the grocery store because he knew you hated it, asked to see your nails every time you came back from a manicure appointment, and spent some of his measly paycheck on flowers for you – even if they were from the grocery store.

Your Denny loved you, and you loved him.

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for the record // dennis whitaker

summary: your five year old sister needs stitches and thinks you’re in love with your coworker. she might not be wrong.

dennis whitaker x fem!reader, so awkward omfg, hospital things mentioned, one use of y/n, they both like each other, maybe pt 2🤔🤔🤔

word count: 900

a/n: first time writing whitaker kinda nervous… also ignore if there are incorrect things abt this, like trauma two being a curtain😣 anyway yea not proof read so this is ass !!!!!!!!!

“hey we got a patient asking for you, trauma two.” robby came up behind you as you exhaustingly typed your charting.

“me? what’s the issue?” you stand, confused, grabbing your stethoscope and draping it over your shoulders.

“new admit, head lac, no older than five years. came in with a teenager about forty-five minutes ago.” confusion washes over you as the patients he describes sound awfully familiar. dennis rounds the corner who earns a call from robby.

“whitaker, join her on this case.” this makes your heart flutter slightly knowing that the cutest r2 is joining you. robby gives him the whole speil he gave you and finishes just in time of reaching the curtain. robby turns towards you “oh and by the way, they have your last name. that’s why they needed you.”

completely confused, your heart drops thinking of the worst. your five year old baby sister who was brought in by your fourteen year old sister is in the ER for a laceration on her head. you pull the curtain back and rush to your sister in nervousness and almost anger.

“what are you doing here?!! oh my god how did this happen? are you hurt too? where are mom and dad? how did you get here??” you’re just word vomiting questions while hugging your baby sister. your younger sister stands quickly, startled. all of this caused you to forget that right behind you was dennis whitaker, standing off to the side as to not interrupt this surprise family reunion.

“y/n it’s okay, slow down!” the teen said. you force yourself to breathe. you can panic later. right now, you’re her doctor.

“i’m sorry, let me start over.” you gesture to dennis who waves at the girls. “this is dr. whitaker and we’ll be taking care of you. what happened to your head? how did you girls get here?”

your baby sister’s eyes are still watery, cheeks flushed from crying. she sniffles as you and your other sister talk. “she fell down the stairs and i was too scared to call mom so i walked her here.”

“walked?!! oh my god i can’t believe you. let me take a look.” you exclaim and examine her head. it’s a pretty deep cut, most likely needing stitches of her forehead.

“do you mind if i look?” dennis steps up and gently takes ahold of her chin to tilt it to check her head. “i’m gonna take your vitals and let’s do a ct head scan to make sure you’re not concussed.” he says that last part at you, almost as if asking for your approval. “yea that’s a good idea. let me go grab you a gown, do you girls need anything?”

you turn to leave after they both shake their heads when a small voice perks up. “sissy, come kiss my booboo please!!” the ‘please’ drags out a bit as she does the cutest pouty face.

your face burns red with embarrassment. you take the walk of shame back to the toddler in the chair way too big for her, glancing over at dennis who’s trying to muffle his smile as you lean over and kiss her forehead.

“okay i’ll be right back, he’ll get you all patched up and ready for your scan, be kind to dr. whitaker.” you joke at them, trying to clear the air. you hear him let out a quiet, pitying laugh as you close the curtain behind you.

you walk to your desk to call your mom and dad and inform them of your surprise guests at work. still thinking about dennis, you’re completely mortified that you acted how you did in front of him, of all people.

dennis walks out as you wrap up the call. you don’t notice him until he’s leaning up against your desk right in front of you.

“you’re really good with her.”

you shrug it off, embarrassed, and he adds, “not just as a doctor.”

“oh thanks, yea growing up the oldest you kinda learn to parent them. were her vitals okay?”

“yup, perfectly normal. just waiting on a lab to open up for a ct. hey how come i never knew you had sisters?” he shifts his weight against your desk, like he’s trying to keep it casual.

“oh uhm you’ve never asked.” god could you be any more awkward?

“yea… that’s on me.” he smiles a little.

there’s a beat before he adds,

“your sisters seem to like me though.”

you groan, dropping your head into your hands. “oh no, what did she say?”

he laughs quietly. “oh nothing, only that she thinks you like me. she made it very clear that i’m a common topic among your conversations.”

“did she really say that? she’s five, she has no idea what she’s talking about.” you try to play it off as nonchalantly as possible. you’re almost positive your face is burning red.

“uhh… i’ll check if they’re ready for her ct now. ”

“yeah, okay.” you mumble, head down, suddenly very interested in whatever paper is on your desk.

he pushes off the desk, but pauses for a second.

“for the record,” he says, glancing back at you, “i don’t think she’s completely wrong.”

your head snaps up. “oh my god.”

he just smiles, quick, a little shy before turning and heading back down the hall.

you look back up, just in time to see him smile to himself. you don’t even try to hide your own.

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Dr Robby and his pudgy, hairy tummy Dennis and Jack just ADORE. Dennis getting to leave his head on Robby's tummy after a long day and finding nothing quite as comforting as the soft chub.

Dennis rubbing his cheek agaisnt Robby's hairy tummy and just loving the sensory feeling.

Robby always getting flustered and protesting his boy being so intimate with his body, but always giving Dennis what he wants and never pushing him off.

Jack loving to grab Robby's slight Muffin top and just groaping him.

Jack kneeding at the fat just under Robby's shirts when he snakes his arms around the taller man to hug or hold him.

Robby who has long since stopped trying to wrestle Jack off since he knows damn well its not a fight he's winning

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Rabbot ‘together since the start’ social media au:

Part 9/? + phone convo below!

Masterpost

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The first thing Robby hears when the line finally connects to Whitaker’s phone is overlapping voices and general chaos.

“Hi, Dr - stop trying to grab the phone - hi Dr. Robby,” Whitaker says, voice sounding slightly far away. “You’re on speaker -“

“Your man is a badass!” Santos whoops, drunkenly interrupting, the phone jostling in the hand of whoever is holding it. “He didn’even - he didn’hesitate -“

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Robby snaps, and that seems to sober some of the chatter. “Someone tell me what the hell is going on! Where is Jack?”

“He’s with the police,” comes Mel’s voice, a little less clear than it normally is but certainly more sober than Santos. “Talking! Not in trouble, he - he was the hero, not the bad guy!”

“He literally saved my life,” comes an inebriated but sincere sob from Javadi. It makes Robby soften just a little. She’s crying and obviously very shaken. “He didn’t care if he got hurt, he just saved me -“

Christ, he forgets they’re all just kids.

“Okay, but he’s conscious and upright, correct? And has Javadi been checked out? Is she okay?” Robby asks, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Yes sir,” Whitaker says, and Robby can practically see him nodding. “Paramedics have checked her out, and checked him over too, but he declined care because he said the doctor at home is better looking.”

Robby can’t help but snort, shaking his head. Of course he fucking did.

“What happened?” He asks. When they all start talking at once, he clarifies. “One at a time, please.”

“We were leaving the pub to go dancing, and Dr. Abbot was going to walk us there and then go home,” Mel says, and truly thank god for her, Robby thinks. “Vic was at the back because she had a rock in her shoe. We walked by this alley and just as everyone passed, a guy grabbed Vic from behind and clamped his hand over her mouth, but Trinity saw -“

“You’re damn right I fucking did, piece of shit motherfuckers -“

Robby can’t help but smile fondly at Santos’ fiery interjection. She’s a protector, through and through.

“- and Dr. Abbot was just there before anyone could even react, told us to call the police and he just ripped Vic free and then the guys were on him but he just -“

“He kicked their asses!” Santos interjects again. “He didn’t even hesitate, he just - and then they fought back but he won! Knocked those fuckers out and now the - ouch, stop punching me - now the cops have ‘em!

Robby sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose even as he smiles a little.

That’s Jack - headfirst into the danger to help. No matter the cost.

“Can you put him on the phone please?” Robby asks.

“Yeah, yep, of course -“ it’s Whitaker again, the rustling of the phone loud as he extricates himself from the group. There’s more shuffling and the sound of a crowd and then -

“Hi baby,” comes Jack’s voice, a little sore sounding but clear.

“Jesus, Jack,” Robby breathes out, sheer relief finally flooding him. “Are you okay? Where are you, I’ll come get you.”

“I’m alright,” Jack reassures him, voice warm despite the slight nasal sound. Hit in the nose, definitely. “Just a few scrapes and bruises.”

“Looked like more than that,” Robby insists. “Santos posted a photo.”

Jack laughs, and Robby can practically see the wince that comes with it as he moves his face. “Course she did,” he says. “She said I looked really badass.”

“You look like you’re giving your husband more grey hair,” Robby groused.

“Good thing I like an older man,” Jack teases.

Robby rolls his eyes. “Tell me where you are, I’m coming to get you.”

“Nah, the boys in blue are gonna drive me home,” Jack says. “They’re going to drop off the kids, too, I want to make sure they get home safe.”

“You sure?”

“I’ll be home before you know it,” Jack murmurs, the warmth soothing some of the anxiety in Robby’s chest. “And then you can fuss over me all you want.”

“Alright,” Robby concedes with a sigh. “Fine. Text me when you’re on your way, okay?

“I will,” Jack says. “Love you.”

Robby sighs, smiling softly. “Love you too, you big fucking hero. Get here soon.”

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Robby "Whitaker you have to have boundaries... with everybody else, now here, take my house" Robinavitch

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✦ HIDE N' SEEK ◞ camp!counselor!dennis ⁺

⁺ . 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 – your senior camp counselor thinks it's a good idea to hide in a spot were the kids could never find you to work their motor skill–definitely not to make out and feel you up. totally not.

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it was just and your senior camp counselor, dennis. cooped up in a stuffy closet, hidden in a spot where none of the kids could find you. you instead one hiding in a spot that could be easier for them to find you–the campers bing children and all, but dennis shook his head and told you that hiding away where almost no one could find you would be a great way to build their motor skills, but the look in his eyes suggested different, like motor skills were the last thing on his mind.

all that could be heard was the heavy breathing of both of you, and the low chalk that grumbled in dennis' throat, it matched that boyish smirk that tugged on his lips as he scanned your body, or all that he could see of it. your knees were pressed to your chest, and you legs along with dennis' with slotted between each other like a puzzle piece, bare skin rubbing together every time you tried to more an inch in the very confiding space. the closeness was almost too must the bear and the heat from the summer air only made it worse, the warmth making both of your bodies clad with sweat that made your skin stick together.

but someone the way dennis was eyeing you down made you hotter. his tough darting out to swipe across his bottom lip and he looked at the bead of sweet drip down you temple and to your jaw. he wanted to lunge over and collect with his tongue and lick you free of all saltiness, but the space was too tight.

"don't think the kids are gonna find us anytime soon," dennis spoke up quietly, breaking the silence and cycle of exchanged labored breaths, and raising a hand to fiddle with he beaded friendship bracelet that was tight around your wrist. "thanks to you, i think thats true," you sighed, making an attempt to seemed annoyed with his choice of having you in this closet, but nothing in you wanted to leave. the tingles of your skin increases as his calloused fingertips brush your wrist, and you bite to smile back your smile.

he shrugs, broad shoulders almost too wide from the wooden walls, but the point came across well–he didn't care if the kids would have a little to no possibility of finding you. not a all. "yeah but...I think it wouldn't be a bad idea to...waste time. just so we don't die of boredom." dennis said, lolling his head to the side and smiling, making his risk suggestion apparent.

“got anything in mind..?” you ask, like the way his warm hand dragged down your thigh wasn’t enough to give you very big clue. “nothing much, but know you’d like tho,” he says with all the confidence in the world, and it was certainly not in vain. dennis knew exactly what you liked, and most of the time, without him you wouldn’t know if you had liked it or not.

he uses his thigh to spread yours and dips his head down to pull you into a sloppy kiss, clammy hands resting on your face as he deepened it, nose pressing into yours as he pours soft whimpers into your mouth. the kiss is wet and messy. saliva coating each mouth as he mumbles something about you tasting like heaven, and that he could kiss you until you go dumb. it triggers a tug in your lower belly, strong enough to make you swallow thickly.

when dennis pulls a, there’s a string of spot collecting your mouth and breaks when he lays a line of kiss from your cheek and down the column of your neck. he takes a long inhale and lets a soft moan slip past his lips before he licks the sweat of your skin.

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“are you gonna come? I know you want too...s’okay," he breathes, low and sexy, and adding on to that warm build up in your stomach that was going to break at any moment, you could feel it, hear it. the beat of your heart loud and thumping in your ears and you looked him in the eyes. they themselves were lidded, but the lust in them seeped out. his face was red, along with his lips. blood rushing to them after the times he bit down on them, watching his pretty girl come undone just from some "light touching" over her shorts. he thought it was cute the way he could get you off so easily, like anything he gave you was just enough to quiche that thirst inside you that was unrelenting whenever he came around.

you nod, and it frantically, chest heaving as you crawling on to nothing, nail scratching the wood underneath you. you're so close, and it was made even more visible when you began to rock your hips against his hand. he lets out a breathless chuckle, and his eyelid flutter at the sight of pretty desperation. god, you looked so hot. eyes damn near cross and you head dropped back and lips parted before a string of moans was going to get the two of you caught, but luckily dennis had a free hand that always seemed to have place on your face for the same dirty reason. to shut you up.

dennis lifts his hand to seal your mouth shut and save the two of you a talk with your boss, and stifles a moan once the wetness of you lips smears again the palm of his arm. he gulps as he watches your brows from into a deep furrow, and the way your curls itch to your forehead, you sweat acting as natural glue, but your eyes stay open like he's told you want times before. look him in the eyes when you're about to cum. and like that, you were the perfect imagine of an inventible orgasm.

as your orgasm rushes through you, your teary eyes are locked on his as he nods slowly, brows curling into the same position of yours as he tells you that "there she is..I wish I could show you how pretty you look while you cum. a shame i don't have a camera,"

he keeps grinding his hand down to ride out your high with a cocky smile etched onto his pretty swollen lips. pink and puffy as they stretched–and you'll forever be grateful for the dingy light that flickered above you, or else you would be lucky enough to see this perfect picture of the man that just made you hit the pinnacle while playing a game of hide n seek.

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