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Dennis Whitaker is having an off day, and he knows just what will make him feel better.
AKA: Puppy Dennis is a brat at work, and Robby gives him what he needs.
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"On the back, it read: Property of Michael Robinavitch, MD. If found, call: xxx.xxx.xxxx.
On the front, in a delicate looping font: Dr. Whitaker."
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Robby swallows hard, making Dennis shout. It’s too loud, it’s too much, Dennis readies an apology but Robby’s looking up at him with the opposite of a reprimand. If Dennis didn’t know better, it would almost look like begging. Robby grinds his nose against Dennis’ pubic bone and Dennis realizes he’s waiting for permission.
“That’s good. Take—take a breath.” Robby does. Dennis didn’t expect the breath to sound so much like post-intubation. Relieved, desperate, terrified.
Robby clears his throat. “This might have been something else I learned on sabbatical.”
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According to his parents, Dennis isn't the Omega that all Alphas would like to have.
But apparently, he's the right one for Robby.
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"I left my gear in my truck from a job I had this weekend— I can grab it," Whitaker nodded, looking more determined. He took off his stethoscope and nametag, stashing them behind the nurses' station. He was off before Robby could protest, passing Dr. Santos, who looked at him with confusion.
"What are you doing?"
"Saving the bees!" Whitaker hollered behind him, doing a tiny fist bump that made Robby's chest tighten, and he dragged his hand over his face to hide his widening smile.
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dennis is a secret beekeeper and robby is down w it (AKA the beekeeper au that was very much inspired by that lady that scoops up bees on tiktok + robby's STRONG competency kink)
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"His problem had a name, stupidly big eyes the color of forget me nots and curls so soft they were more or less begging to be swept between somebody’s fingers – Michael would have volunteered in a second, if he only could.
But it was out of question, as his problem was half his age and a R1 at the Emergency Department Michael ran – and not a single day in the past year or so had gone by without him cursing the moment when he’d first laid his gaze on Dennis Whitaker. "
Or: the one where Robby actually gets inpatient treatment after the 4th of July shift, and then goes on a shorter sabbatical than planned.
When he gets home, the very R1 he has asked to house sit is in his apartment, knocked out by a fever brought by wisdom tooth woes. Fluff, chaos and eventual smut ensue.