Dennis who locks Robby out of the house when heās mad <3
They have some petty argument (that Dennis started cuz he was feelingā¦bratty) while theyāre out and about. As soon as Robby pulls into the driveway Dennis is out of the car before itās even in park. He bolts into the house with no other word and slams the door before Robby can even make it to the porch.
Robby goes to turn the handle when he finally makes it up to the house just to find it stuck in place. He sighs and rolls his eyes as he bangs on the door.
āDennis,ā he groans. āLet me in the house.ā
āNo!ā He hears.
āBaby, please. I got the key anyway, donāt make this hard for me.ā
āJust go somewhere else, Iām sure one of the other hundred of people youāve slept with will take you in!ā
āThat was twenty-five years ago and it wasnāt hundreds!ā
āIt was enough!ā
Robby goes to speak again but hears the tell-tale sign of the creaking floors and then a door slam in the distance. He nearly grabs his keys out of his pocket to open the door to let himself in, but just at the last minute an idea pops into his head.
He pulls out his phone instead, types out a message, and sends it before placing it back into his pocket and making his way over to the wicker furniture on the porch.
Twenty minutes go by before a familiar truck pulls into the driveway and shuts off, the door slamming shut as the agitated owner walks up.
āHey, Jack.ā Robby says as the man walks up to him. Before he was even able to say anything else, Jack cuts him off.
āIs the brat inside?ā
Robby just nods and stands up, grabbing his keys to finally unlock the door. The two men walk in quietly, shuffling over anything that would make noise. Robby lets Jack take the lead as he follows him to the bedroom theyād both spent plenty of time together in.
Jack opens up the door trying his best to avoid a creak, but the old doors could only do so much. They observed the lump of boy in the bed, covers pulled up and over him as he laid limp on Robbyās side.
Jack crept in, purposely stepping on the wobbly board. Dennis heard the shift in wood and without even looking up said, āYou finally decided to come and apologize to me?ā
Jack scoffed as Robby let out a noise of disbelief. The two voices seemed to get Dennisā attention and he craned his neck, eyes going wide as he saw the two men in front of him.
āJack, what are you doing-ā
āYou know, your daddy here called me for some help, sayinā how disrespectful his boy was being. Not that I didnāt believe him but I just had to see what he was handling with my own two eyes.ā
And as Jack was walking over to othe bed, Dennis went to fully turn his body to sit up. Jack was quicker.
He had the back of Dennisā neck in his hand in a second and used the force to turn him back to his front. He threw Dennisā phone out of his hand and onto the bedside table with a clank, straddling the back of Dennis and using his good leg to dig into the mattress for stability.
Jack removed his hand from his neck and grabbed the curls at the base of his head. He tightened his grip on them and pulled his head up so dennis was eye level with Jacks face.
āNow, I donāt want to have to help but i absolutely will- youāre gonna tell your daddy sorry for treatinā him like that, right?ā
Jack really didnāt even give him time to nod on his own and swiped his autonomy right from under him, using the grip he had on his hair to do it for him. Jack shushed Dennisā pathetic yelp of pain and moved their bodies so Dennis was facing Robby.
āSay it, pup. Tell your daddy sorry,ā
āSorry, daddy,ā Dennis mumbled
āLouder, dog.ā
āIām sorry, daddy!ā
Jack looked up to Robby who was standing over them now with his arms crossed, watching his nod of approval. Jack nodded back in response and shoved Dennisā head back into the bed, holding it down for a few seconds as good measure
āGood,ā Jack said. He clambered off of the bed and stood next to Robby as they watch the boy lay helpless under them.
āNow, letās see how else that pretty little mouth can apologize to us,ā
I need someone to make decisions for me, tell me what to do and when to do it, check in on me and to remind me to do basic things because I'm too much of a dumb puppy to remember to do it myself. I just wanna be someones good boy ą«®(,,> Ė <,,)į
a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isnāt social media this is community.
You'd think Dennis would find this funny, wouldn't you?
Housesitting for your boss, when one day a dirty magazine arrives in the mail. Oh how hilarious. Now Dr Robby not only owes him a favour, but Dennis now has something funny to tease him over too. Fantastic. Trinity will piss herself laughing.
But that's not what happens.
Dennis immediately drops the thing out of shock, shouting "shit shit shit shit shit-" in a progressively panicked tone.
Because this, this, is the magazine that, back when he was extremely desperate for money, he did a boudoir style shoot for.
He never thought about those photos again after they took them. Until now obviously. But now all he can think about is that his boss/friend/crush might have seen him like that.
Arms above his head, with his jumper riding up, and his nipple peaking out.
Oh god Dr Robby might have seen his nipple.
He also tries to shove down the unhelpfully hopeful thought about how Robby is subscribed to this magazine. This magazine that this is very much targeted towards men who are attracted to other men. Dennis has to actively stomp down that giddy internal monologue squealing "I have a chance!"
Because that is ridiculous. No matter what this subscription might suggest, there is no way someone like Robby would want a relationship with him.
As far as he could tell, from overhearing Princess and Perlah's gossip, all Robby's previous 'relationships' had been with women. All the ones serious enough to be known about at work anyway. This must just be some fun that the man enjoys privately? Right?
The thoughts become even harder to shut down when Robby starts casually phoning him at his rest stops.
"To check how things are going."
That's what his attending says he's doing anyway. But over time the calls have morphed more into friendly chats than practical discussions about the house.
Asking more about what music Dennis likes and what it was like growing up in Nebraska, than about if he remembered to take the bins out or if any of the neighbours had asked after him.
These chats flowed both ways obviously. Dennis learned a lot about Robby too. From how he liked his eggs cooked, to how he sung and played bass in a very shortly lived rock band in medical school.
Robby was momentarily horrified when Dennis managed to find a grainy camcorder video on YouTube of "The Flu Fighters" performing in a crowded bar sometime in the 90s. He also blushed when his resident complimented how good the performance sounded. And laughed when Dennis screeched out "IS THAT DR ABBOT?!" mid way through watching the clip.
It was, the night shift resident was on vocals, and at one point had his leg (not yet a prosthetic) propped up boldly on one of the amps, strutting like a peacock at someone in the front row of the crowd.
So given how 'close' they had gotten, it only felt natural when eventually these chats turned into video calls.
Their talks usually took place after Dennis' shift, so this way he could make himself some dinner, without the need to sandwich his phone between his shoulder and the side of his face. It was much easier just propping 'Robby' up on the worktop so the older man could watch Dennis potter around the kitchen prepping and cooking a stir fry while they shared details about their day.
It makes the house feel less big and empty. And good lord Dennis definitely notices the difference on the days the Motel's lack of wifi stops Robby from calling.
Robby jokes skeptically on one of these calls that Dennis "probably hasn't managed to keep any of the houseplants alive". That he was expecting to come back in just over a week to "a barren wasteland in colourful pots".
To which the younger man became very mock offended. Because as he pointed out, he is "an excellent plant foster dad, thank you". Proving his point by taking Robby on a tour of the luscious, green, and thriving beauties.
Though when he goes to show off the Monstera by the front door that was now actually starting to flower, Robby suddenly goes white as a sheet. Dennis taps his phone at first, thinking the feed must have frozen given how still and silent his boss had gone.
He scans the room for what may have panicked Robby.
Oh god. Did he fuck up somehow?
Did he trek mud in on his boots?
Did Trinity leave a liquor bottle laying somewhere?
Did the mail pile look too mess--
Oh shit
The magazine. It was clearly visible on the entry way table right next to the plant.
Dennis hadn't known what to do with it, so he'd just sort of left it there hoping it would disappear like a bad dream. But if the thing arriving here in the first place was a bad dream, then this was a nightmare.
Just as Dennis is about to start a frantic diversion onto another topic, Robby waterfalled out a thousand apologies.
"Fuck! Shit Dennis I'm so fucking sorry. Shit fuck I thought I cancelled the damn- "
"Robby?"
"-fucking hell- Dennis I cannot apologise enough, this was a total overstep-"
"Robby."
"-of boundaries and I completely understand if you want to swap shifts or-"
"ROBBY!" He shouted. Which finally made his attending stop babbling, didn't make him look any less frantic though. "I-It's fine, honestly! You have nothing to be ashamed of. There's no need for me to swap-"
"Nothing to be ashamed of?!" Robby cutted in again, "Dennis I don't know how stringent HR laws are in Nebraska, but an attending subscribing to a magazine because they saw a picture of their resident in an issue of it is so far beyond the realms of-" Robby cut himself off as he realised what he'd let slip. The chief hid his face behind his hands and let out a long sigh turned despairing groan.
"W-what- you- how did-" stuttered Dennis
Robby sighed much lighter this time. "Jack bought me one copy of it. As a joke. A 'funny' Christmas present after I came out to him as bisexual"
"Oh.. I, didn't know you were bi,"
"Honestly? It's a fairly recent thing. Well, recent in proportion to the rest of my life, I guess..." Even over a video call it was clear Robby was looking anywhere but him. All this talk of sexuality very clearly still made him a bit nervous.
"Well that's, ok? You know?" Dennis tried his best to be comforting. He hadn't exactly had many positive coming out experiences to base this chat off though. "There's no timeline for these things"
"I didn't even know I was on a timeline. I've only ever liked women. I'd never even looked twice at a man like that until I met-" Robby cut himself off and shook his head
"Until.. you met..?"
Those deep brown eyes returned to Dennis.
"You."
It felt like time stood still. Surely he can't be hearing this right, could he? That's impossible.
"Why would you say that?" Replied Robby with a furrowed brow
Oops, Dennis had said that last part out loud it seemed.
"Dennis, you're... you're amazing. You're smart, and you're funny. And you're somehow both handsome and adorable... How could I not start to like you?" His attending's kicked puppy expression returned. "I can only apologise that you've been saddled with an old man fawning over you like this..."
"You're not old! Well, you are- I mean, you're not that old, er, I don't mind that you're old? Or the fawning. Because I am too! The fawning that is, not the uh, old... Yeah"
Robby's face was a mix of shocked eyes and a tiny hopeful smile.
Meanwhile Dennis tried his very best to be brave. "So maybe when you, uh, get back, we could? Fawn? Together?"
The attending smirks at the unintelligible waffle of cuteness "Whittaker. Are you asking me on a date?"
"Yes. I think so. If you want to. Or er, would like that or- something."
"I would like that."
"That's great!" He shouted, unable to curb his enthusiasm. "Ah- yeah that, erm that would be cool" Great save Whitaker, flawless.
Neither of them spoke for a while beyond beaming like smitten teenagers and playfully telling the other to "piss off".
oh this is just a reminder that I dont want you here if you're still actively a fan of harry potter and you interact with and platform anything jkr has created or worked on. you're not a safe person for me to be around, or for any trans+ person to be around- there's no hiding from that.
no, you cannot separate the art from the artist when the artist in question is alive and raking in millions that she directly uses to fund policies that have me stripped of my human rights. I dont care whatever your wanky "workaround" is where you get to call yourself a good person and still consume and promote the material that ends with people like me dead or murdered. it's not good enough.
telling me you've separated the art from the artist is like telling a Jewish person in the 1930s and 40s that you've separated hitlers art from who he was, and that it was actually super fine to promote and buy his art while he was actively using the money made from it to kill minorities en masse. (and if you don't like that comparison, we can talk about jkrs blatant holocaust denial too).
yeah. anyway. fuck off, I dont want you here. you make my life actively harder and worse. trans people's lives are more important than your childhood book.
robby and dennis are called "big pitt" and "little pitt" by their coworkers, but what is less known is that this isn't actually based on their height. it's based on their dick sizes. and, unfortunately for her, trinity santos was the one with the information to make those nicknames.
living with dennis, it was only a matter of time until she accidentally saw him naked, and when it did happen and his towel slipped out of his hands as he went from the bathroom to his bedroom, she saw his modest little penis and smacked him with the nearest cushion. "huckleberry you dickhead! cover up!" poor dennis had cooked for three days in apology.
when she saw robby's dick by accident, the older man had been naked and getting a glass of water for dennis from the kitchen- trinity wasn't even supposed to be home in all fairness, she'd come home early from a night out that was a bit too sub-parr. nonetheless, trinity had screamed and covered her eyes at the sight, dropping her bag to protect herself from the horrific sight of her bosses (disturbingly large) dick- which, even worse, had presumably just been inside her best friend.
robby had screamed too, throwing the glass of water into the sink to cover his crotch. this of course led to a half asleep and equally naked dennis appearing, and soon everyone was screaming. trinity wanted to wash her eyes out with bleach.
the upshot of it all was that robby transferred her six months of rent in one go as an apology, and also a much more formal spoken apology, which trinity decided to accept on the condition that she had power over their new nicknames- based on the penises she had unhappily seen, rather than their heigjt. hence, big pitt and little pitt are born, and trinity threatens that if she ever sees either one of their dicks again, she's telling princess and perlah what those names are REALLY for.
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