after months of tension, they both finally snap during a random spat, in some supply closet at the pitt.
robby has whitaker pinned against a wall, his large hands on the kid’s hips, as he guides them to grind on the leg he slotted between dennis’ thighs ,and shit- the boy’s not turned on.
fuck, is robby taking advantage of his resident ? he could swore whitaker was into it, he’s grabbing robby’s face with so much force, delicious little whines escaping mouth while his lips are still on robby’s, and he’s pulling the man impossibly closer to himself- but the proof’s right there. or at least, what should be right there isn’t, and that’s proof enough.
dennis panics when dr robby suddenly pulls out, oh no he’s gonna say it was a mistake and he regrets it, no, no, no!, but then, his attending just sighs defeated, and drops his forehead on the wall, right above dennis’ ear.
‘do you even want this kid ? is it- am i doing something wrong ?’
dennis is so confused. he feels so good, his mind is bordering on fuzzy, his eyes started to glaze over, and he’s so so wet, wetter than he’s ever been and oh.
oh. the idiot. the absolute, complete, idiot.
he never did tell robby he was trans, did he.
‘erm, no sir, you were doing everything really right,’ dennis breathes out after a moment, willing his voice not to shake. he knows robby will be cool with it, and he doesn’t wanna make a big deal out of it, but it’s still quite an awkward coming out situation.
‘i wish you could feel how wet i am for you right now, dr robby’
dennis feels robby’s hands tightening in a bruising grip on his hips, then the man picks his head back up. when he finally looks at dennis again, his irises are nearly gone.
every time someone whines and complains about how there's not enough dom whitaker there's not enough top whitaker blah blah blah I'm making him subbier and bottomier. idgaf. if you want top dom whitaker start typing up your own fic
mutt Jack and owner Dennis you just opened up a new possibility for me I feel like I just saw god
Do you think Dennis will collar Jack? To get a really good grip on his dog and to yank him around I think my nose just started bleeding
Oooh you know he does!!
Something sturdy and nice, the kind of thick leather collar made for big dogs that Dennis could hook a finger under and pull whenever Jack was getting bratty. The kind he could attach dog tags to, with a D-ring on the front in silver hardware. There was only one dog tag for now now, shiny and new, with the words "Property of Dennis Whitaker" stamped into them.
It didn't match any of Jack's collection- he leaned towards black leather, maybe a deep red, but Dennis the rich bunt sienna color suited him. It stood out starkly in his collection and Jack sort of loved that it did.
It's a widely known and often memed statistic that Tony Stark has never dated anyone older than twenty-five-years old. The reliability with which all his relationships degrade within weeks of his partners' 25th birthday is truly comical to the entire internet-using world, except to two people: Tony Stark himself, and his current boyfriend, Peter Parker.
Peter knew of Tony's history upon entering a relationship with the older man, of course. He's Gen Z, born with the power of the internet in the palm of his hand. He was 21 when he first met 46-year-old Tony Stark. He knew he had an expiry date. But he was young and Tony was funny and smart and nice and so unbelievably hot. Peter could have a good time with him for however brief it may be.
Tony, on the other hand, was prepared to quit dating entirely when he was dumped yet again shortly after spending a small fortune on a diamond necklace for his ex's birthday. She was nice enough to try to give it back the night she left him, but he refused. Maybe she can sell it and use it towards the down payment for a house or whatever it is that "serious adults" do.
Because that's the thing the internet doesn't talk about, how people date Tony Stark for a good time and not for a long time. Oh it's fun to get invited to high society galas and travel to beautiful places around the world and be showered with lavish, expensive gifts. But when people decide it's time to settle down, make commitments, have a family, they don't want to do it with a man like Tony Stark.
Peter is too beautiful for Tony to resist, though. And as Tony got to know him - just how sweet, kind-hearted, and absolutely prodigy-level genius the young man is - Tony knows Peter is entirely too good for him to keep. Tony knows his heart will inevitably be broken again down the line, but hey, it's better to have loved and lost and all that.
Right?
It's a wonderful few years. Perfect, even.
Peter never imagined he would find the love of his life in his early twenties but here he is. Tony Stark's incredible body and insane stamina and big, fat bank account are great perks for sure. But it's his quirks, his passion, his work ethic, even his flaws that make Peter fall even deeper in love. It seems like the only flaw of Tony's that Peter can't get over is the fact that the man obviously prefers them young. And it's not something Peter can ever accept or change about himself. The thing about puppies is that they always grow into dogs.
Tony throws Peter the biggest 25th birthday party the city has ever seen. No expense was spared. Everyone was out to celebrate, family and friends inside the venue, even the vultures outside waiting for their breakup, jokes at the ready.
There's just one couple whose happiness was subdued. It's a melancholy that hovers over them like a stormcloud. Each bout of lovemaking feels like the last.
With every kiss Peter is saying, please let me stay.
With every touch Tony is saying, please don't go.
Tony is the one who caves. This has gone enough for too long. Either way, Peter will be the last person he'll ever be with, the last person he'll ever love.
The engagement ring is a vintage piece of gold that once adorned Tony's own late mother. Tony hopes against hope that it doesn't become yet another piece of jewelry to bookmark another heartbreak.
But Peter says yes. Of course, he says yes. Few people are lucky enough to find a love like he had. Even fewer had found it so quickly.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long," Peter says.
"It's worth it to finally find you," Tony says.
In the end, everyone is still right. Tony Stark has never dated anyone older than twenty-five-years old. But he will be married to one.
pov youre ryland grace: mysterious blood covered hunk grips you with such strength and you haven't felt the touch of another human in literal decades, now have a normal reaction to it challenge: IMPOSSIBLE
Abbot has a lake house and decides to host a barbecue, advertising food, beer, swimming, a bonfire, and embarrassing stories from premed. he ends up extending the invitation to Dennis and Trinity, which was slightly surprising to the both of them, but who are they to decline free food?
Dennis has always just worn a binder, never bothering to venture out and try different chest binding options. after receiving the invitation, he thinks long and hard about his next move. either buy a new binder an extra size up, as a random tiktok told him would be suitable for swimming, that he will probably never use again, or try taping, which he has also heard is safe to swim with. he stares at the screen long and hard before slamming his laptop shut and leaving the room
he ends up bringing it up (or more accurately, Trinity gives him that look that tells him she knows he’s thinking about something, and to just spit it out) at dinner, saying, “i don’t know what to do. i’ve never tried taping, and i’m not sure i’d be comfortable shirtless around everyone, even with the tape covering me. at the same time though, i don’t wanna be the only guy wearing a- eugh, a swim shirt. i haven’t swam since i started transitioning and-”
“i could tape too.” she interrupts with a casual shrug. “i mean, i’ve never tried it either, but that way you wouldn’t be doing it alone.”
“you’d do that for me?” he looks at her, eyes wide with an appreciative smile
“for you? no, i want an excuse to be shirtless around Parker.”
he looks away, ending the conversation with a quieter, “right.”
the tape comes in a couple days before the barbecue, and they watch a dozen how-to videos on applying it. as it turns out, everyone does it differently, and when Dennis goes to his room he starts mixing up the steps and gets lost. he’s frustrated and near tears when Trinity knocks, “you good in there, Huckleberry?”
“yep! i just… canyoucomeinhereandhelpme?”
“what was that?” her tone showing genuine concern
“ughhhhhh, i need your help.”
“oh, sure dude.”
she walks in to find him with shreds of tape covering parts of his chest, his hands up overhead and an expression on his face like a child that spilled something on himself and is looking at her for a solution
“okay, let’s see what we can do about this…”
they work at it for almost an hour, but eventually it looks… as best as it’s probably going to get. at some point Trinity made him start writing the steps down as they went so that they would have record of what technique did the best compressing
they look in his mirror together and Trinity watches the moment he truly connects with the tape and starts to feel like himself. his lips curve into a small grin as he turns and twists to fully observe the job done by the tape
“you’re looking more and more human every day Huckleberry, i’m so proud!” she says theatrically, “let me go try this myself.”
she goes to her own room to apply her tape, following the written steps, and hers doesn’t take nearly as long to perfect. she looks in the mirror, and a new feeling starts to bloom in her chest. she isn't trans by any means... but this is a nice change of pace for her. she high fives herself mentally for her great idea to tape with him. she walks out into the living room, chest taped but covered by a shirt, and finds him laying on the couch shirtless
"did you do it-"
"go put a shirt on."
"yes ma'am."
they still have work the day after they taped, but before the barbecue. Trinity tries her best to act normal, but every time Dennis sees her she's sweating and looks like she's about five seconds away from confessing to murder
"i feel like i'm hiding a secret identity."
"imagine how i feel."
"shit, sorry Huck."
he shrugs, "just use this as an empathy building exercise."
mock offended, she replies, "you don't think i'm empathetic enough?"
"that's not what i meant-"
when they arrive to the lake house, six pack in hand, and matching outfits of turquoise swim trunks decorated with flamingos and t-shirts that read "women want me, fish fear me" (Trinity obviously given the final decision on that), they are met by Dana walking out the front door. She takes the six pack from Trinity's hand and says,
"glad you guys could make it, rest of the kids are out back swimming."
they go around the larger than life lake house, and find almost everyone else in the water. Abbot, Robby, McKay, Javadi, Ellis, Donnie, and Langdon are all lounging about in the lake. Mel, Al-Hashimi, and Mohan all sat on towels in grass near the edge, talking amongst themselves for the most part. Princess and Perlah are sat at a picnic table a little further away, not so subtly staring at Donnie, Abbot, and Ellis throwing a football around
when they notice Dennis and Trinity, they all give appropriate greetings, some waves, nods, a couple people shouting "hey!". they respond accordingly, and Trinity turns to Dennis, you good? and Dennis nods.
Whispering low enough so that only he can hear her, Trinity proposes, "i'll go first, so the attention is on me and you won't have to worry about that."
"what makes you so sure that you'll draw so much-"
she takes off her shirt, and sure enough, all eyes are on her. either because of the tape, the inherent shock of seeing your coworker shirtless, or just the fact that she looks good
Princess lets out a much too loud, "damn!" and Perlah lightly smacks the back of her head. Ellis shouts, "looking good, Santos!" with a whistle. Even Al-Hashimi turns her head and lowers her sunglasses. Robby jokingly boos and Trinity flips him off, not even looking in his direction
while they're all distracted, Dennis takes off his own shirt and sneaks into the lake. he settles near Javadi and McKay, when Langdon pipes up, “nice trunks, Whitaker.”
somehow, Trinity hears him from where she’s walking towards the water, and says, “shut up, Frank.” with an eye roll. she comes up closer to Dennis, whispering, “you look great dude, no need to stress.” before she pats him on the shoulder. to avoid having to look into those, no doubt, earnest eyes, she shoves him into the water, dunking him head first
they wrestle for a couple minutes, splashing water everywhere and shaking their heads like dogs to get the hair out of their faces as they come up to catch their breath. like she said, Trinity didn’t do this for him… but the toothy grin on his face is reason enough for her to do it again a million times over if he so asked
Dennis 3 months pregnant and very hormonal sobbing at 3 am while packing his bags as Robby wakes up and quickly panics looking at Dennis in distress who between sobs and sniffs explains that he had “baby trapped” Robby to be in this relationship since by the 7th week of their relationship he stopped taking his birth control to get pregnant with Robby’s baby and stop him from leaving, Robby tries to follow what Dennis is saying and then holds him down gently calming him down by saying he had changed Dennis’ birth control pills to fake ones by week 6 of their relationship
There are so few things in this world hotter than the idea of Tony shoving his suit-clad thigh in between Peter's legs to let him uncontrollably grind against it.
the concept of pittlings having listening parties for new albums from artists they like. victoria wanting one for olivia's new album. sitting in trinity's car, victoria in the passenger seat, dennis and mel in the back. they rank every song on a 1-10 scale and get into stupid arguments about it. trinity drives them all to some fast food place after, and they take a vote to pick it. #mypittlings <3
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