the pitt hyperfixation

in my twenties.

[puppydogwhitaker]

my ao3

she/her

just call me puppy or whatever

please dm me if you want to use my blurbs as inspiration!

[puppydogwhitaker]

it was important to jack that he maintained the same size.

getting new clothes was annoying. everything was made worse nowadays, and cost twice as much. he didn’t like buying new clothes, wearing them for a shift, only to find a seam or tag or pocket that bothered him. jack hated new clothes. he’d take his dryer softened, nearly threadbare, oftentimes pilling wardrobe over just about anything.

changing sizes was also hard with a prosthetic. his leg had been fine tuned to his body at a specific point. any more or less and there started to be issues. jack didn’t want to deal with making all the appointments and possibly paying out of pocket for a recalibration.

jack told himself he watched what he ate, weighed himself every morning and night, meal prepped lunches he always forgot to eat at 3 AM, and focused on cardio as much as lifting because of the convenience of staying the same size.

he really needed to be able to put on his ring.

after she died, he accidentally gained weight. he could barely get the precious metal back on. he resolved right then that would never happen again.

he could get it resized, but he didn’t want another thing to change.

everything was different, at least he was the same.

[elgenerichoe]

an important distinction

[echo-echo31]

Dennis who could lift a bale of hay without breaking a sweat.

Dennis who started drinking when he was 14 and could shoot whiskey by the time he was 16

Dennis who started smoking when he was 13 and now only occasionally gets a cigarette out after a bad shift

Dennis who has a mean right hook and has taken down men twice his size with one punch

Dennis who can fix anything if he has the right tools

Dennis who learnt to appear weak and unthreatening as a survival skill

[pinkypixie23]

dennis the thief whitaker may have taken some souvenirs from house sitting

[tiptapismellbullcrap]

Whitsantos after trinity gets reported for calling dennis slurs (friendly fire)

[avocado-berries]

dennis who has trouble sleeping and usually just masturbates as a last resort to eventually tire himself out and doze off. now that he's dating jack abbot he gets eaten out by him like a man starved sending dennis to a mind boggling orgasm that it usually just takes him seconds to finally get a good night's sleep.

[unusualhysteria]

[jackabbotsdog]

i love your hybrid puppy dennis fics and posts 💗 im so so glad i found your account !

what do you think about hybrid puppy dennis being friends with other hybrids ? i just think trinity and dennis cuddling would be adorable 🦋

Thank you so so much! Sorry it took me a while to get around to this I lowkey was like ‘omg what a good ask lemme do a proper reply ’ and then forgot for days ahahah <3

OKAY so I have thoughts on hybrid Trinity because I think she would be suchhhhh a fun cat-based hybrid. She wants and needs affection but it’s got to be on her terms, and often growing up people would feel like they could just pet her ears or pull at her tail (a common thing for all hybrids) but after [her canon] experiences she is much more aware and picky about touch, and people just dismiss it as part of her feline hybrid nature. Cats are just like that, right?

And when she sees Dennis on his first day getting pets and letting Robby guide him around and scruff a hand through his ears and genuinely leaning into it and looking up at him with his big puppy dog eyes she feels that familiar tug in her stomach, a big hurling conflict of emotion where she wants to protect him, and screw her nose up in disgust at him, and snap at him, and curl her tail up around him, and keep that smile on his face, and shout at him for being naive enough to smile in the first place. So she works through those emotions the best she can and what comes out is a bitchy little comment about him killing his patient. And her heart constricts at his face and the way his ears droop back, and she doubles the fuck down, even if she wants to hiss at herself. 

But Dennis keeps trudging on and his little ears keep perking up and his tail keeps wagging and Trinity wants to be annoyed but she’s kinda endeared to this little gay freak. So it’s an easy decision to follow him and an easier one to offer him her guest room. 

Dennis is ridiculous most of the time. His stupid lumbering tail that hits her when it wags, and the way he scarfs down her avocados, and his little yips of excitement that are sometimes so high pitched they make her ears twitch, and the fur that sheds from his tail he leaves everywhere and the fucking- the time he chewed her fucking blanket edge ragging it around in his mouth with low little growls. (She’d scrunched her nose up at that, but Dennis had just shrugged, completely unashamed and said that he needed to let some energy out. “What’s next?” She’d snorted, “am I gonna have to take you to the park and throw a ball?” And Dennis had waited a beat and said: ”Would you?”)

But Dennis is also smart. Whether she wants to be seen or not, he sees her. And he doesn’t try and touch her once. He doesn’t head but her or get her to pet his ears or bound up to her and flop over her lap. He’s careful and cautious without making it a big deal. (Sometimes she wishes he would make it a big deal so she could hate him for it and cement her choice to push him away, even though she wants to pet him.) 

Then one day after Garcia had blown her off again, she mopes home and sees Dennis sat there on the sofa, spooning out some avocado with a teaspoon like a fucking freak, and she doesn’t even think she just curls up next to him and wraps her tail over her hip and his stomach, and Dennis freezes. She tenses a little, and he yips excitedly and goes to cuddle her but she hisses. Then flushes. Then apologises. But Dennis just laughs and asks if she wants some avocado. “Do I want your fucking spit covered janky ass avocado on a teaspoon? No ew. Gross you freak. Gimme the remote. You owe me like, five of these green fucks by the way.” And she stays there while they binge watch greys anatomy. 

Theres always been a disconnect between her mind and her body. She wants the affection, craves it almost, but it’s so much harder to take that step and allow herself the casual comfort. People make it harder than it needs to be too- but Dennis? Dennis never makes it hard. He takes it in his stride and lets her be the one to progress them from her sitting close, to touching his ears, to his tail around her too, to her gentle hesitant stunted purrs. Before she knows it they’ve reached this point of flopping on each other, tangling their tails in cuddles. 

Sometimes, even in this new space they’ve found themselves in, Dennis will go to reach for her and she’ll feel a stunted hiss come out of her mouth, but instead of being annoyed or treating her like kid gloves, Dennis will smile, or laugh, or call her grouchy, and wait for her to come to him. 

But sometimes it’s just easy. Sometimes, Dennis will come back from a shift and the baking heat of the summer evening is filtering in through the window and casting a long line of golden rays across the floor, and Trinity feels no shame now, about how she’s arranged the blankets and has curled up over them in the sun, the tips of her ears warmed and her tail flicking contentedly as she listens softly to No Doubt on her speaker. And when Dennis comes back from the shower his’ tail is wagging a little behind him as he steps closer. She rolls her eyes and does a quick flick of her head and Dennis bounds over, messing up her blankets as he shuffles closer and squirms in excitement. “You’re such a fucking huckleberry. Settle down idiot.” And Dennis laughs, pressing his head against hers and rubbing their ears together. “Let me nap.” She protests and Dennis whines. “But you nap all the time and I need to tell you about Jack.” Trinity laughs around her purr, “fuck off not even Abbot, he’s Jack now is he? Moving on from Robby already?” 

Anyways 10/10 ask tyyyyyyyy

[marisatomay]

I was talking about this with a friend but a really interesting cultural shift over the last ohhhhhh ten years maybe is that many people in fandoms view themselves as stakeholders and not audience members. Because of that, they think that the fandom should be running things or at least have an acknowledged say in how something is run. And every reminder that they are not in control, no matter how small, bothers them.

[exhuastedpigeon]

Realizing the writing doesn't have to be done alone and is often more fun and more engaging when you're doing it with friends is a life changing experience.

I don't mean co-writing either. I mean having a friend or two who you talk through plot ideas with, who you bounce ideas off of, who you trust to tell you if something doesn't work.

Nothing is created in a vacuum and nothing can be created alone. Sharing drafts and ideas is a vital part of the creative process and it's a really fun part too.

[entropicquilibriumofchaos]

(I hope work gets better😭)

I think Dennis really, really enjoys getting his hair played with, like melts when anyone cards their hands through, and maybe rabbot knowing that and using it when Dennis is trying to slip out of bed on a day their all off?

Ough he's just like me fr (I also love having my hair played with). Again... this got away from me a bit. It's soft and sappy and I kind of love the idea of it <3

Dennis was an early riser. It didn't matter how late he went to bed, if he had work or not, or where he was, he was up at 6am at the absolute latest. It was one of the many things that carried over from farm life into emergency medicine: early mornings and late nights.

Moving in with Robby and Jack had not changed this fact, much to the older men's dismay.

Robby slept like the dead. He had three alarms on his phone spread out across fifteen minutes plus a last resort alarm clock for work days to make sure he was up in time to get to the Pitt. Sure, he had trouble falling asleep most nights, but once he was out? He’d probably sleep through a tornado (and had slept through most of a hurricane back during his residency in New Orleans).

Jack, like Dennis, was a man of routine. The military had given him a framework for his days, and he found that even after he got out that framework was beneficial for his life. The only problem for Jack was that his routine revolved around working 7pm to 7am, which was not exactly conducive to switching to a normal circadian rhythm on his days off.

All of that to say, there weren't many mornings where the three of them woke up together. Normally it was Dennis getting up and making coffee, with Robby following about an hour or so later. Jack would join them as soon as the smell of breakfast hit his nose; the man was a bloodhound when it came to Robby’s shakshuka. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing to wake up staggered like that, but both Robby and Jack had lamented being able to spend the morning hours in bed together - back before the world had caught up to them.

The two older men got their wish one morning after a night of what Dennis had deemed “corrupting a sweet innocent Nebraskan farm boy” and Jack had called “a normal Friday evening”.

Jack woke up, slightly sore and needing to piss like a racehorse. It was still mostly dark outside, the first rays of the morning sun just barely seeping over the horizon, as Jack extricated himself from the mess of tangled limbs that were Dennis and Robby. Thankfully, he’d had half a mind to put his crutches back in their spot next to the bed before their… activities the night before. He grabbed them and in a practiced motion, made his way to the en suite as quietly as possible.

When Jack exited the bathroom, he was disappointed to see Dennis sitting up in bed, his phone lighting up his face as he rubbed his eyes.

“What’re you doin’ up?” Dennis slurred softly, still half asleep.

Jack set his crutches back against the bedside table and sat down to rearrange his pillows before laying back down.

“Just had to piss,” he replied, “You should go back to bed. S’too early for us to be awake.”

As if to demonstrate Jack’s point, Dennis yawned, which in turn made Jack yawn too.

“That means we’re connected,” Dennis smirked, before shifting towards the edge of the bed. "I think I'm going to go for a run while it's still cool out-"

Jack shook his head and grabbed the younger man’s phone from his hands, putting it away on the side table. With his phone safely out of the way, Jack hauled Dennis down to him so that his back was against Jack’s chest. Robby barely stirred at the movement, a single snore rumbling through his throat that made Jack and Dennis pause momentarily.

“S'too early. Go back to bed, pup,” Jack whispered, one of his hands wrapping around the younger man’s hip and the other threading its way through Dennis’s curls.

Jack felt the tension melt from Dennis’s shoulder the moment his fingers sunk into Dennis’s hair. Dennis liked his hair played with, even if he refused to admit it. He liked the subtle pull as Jack gently untangled the knots that formed as he slept, the dull scratch of his blunt nails across his scalp. Jack loved the way Dennis’s soft hair glided through his fingers; loved being able to smell his curl products in their boy’s hair.

It wasn't long before Dennis’s breathing evened out. Jack smiled to himself as the first beam of sunlight crossed the hardwood floors of their room. He tucked his head against Dennis's back and sighed. If he was lucky, the next time he woke, Dennis and Robby would still be in bed.

But for now, he'd enjoy the soft daybreak with Dennis in his arms and Robby snoring quietly on the other side of the bed.

[puppydogwhitaker]

dennis liked bruises. he always had.

growing up on a farm, he was no stranger to them. he liked the way they turned purple then yellow. he liked the physical proof something had happened to him. he liked poking them and feeling the ache…

it was weird, in retrospect, how he never really thought about getting a hickey. by the time dennis wasn’t terrified to have evidence of the fact he was a person who had sex, everyone seemed to have gotten over them.

except for robby. robby, at fifty-two years old, apparently loved to suck on dennis’s neck until the skin pulsed. which was what he was doing right now.

“i-it’s too hot for a turtleneck, robby!” dennis complained, but did not pull back from the suction and rolling teeth. “i can’t hide it.”

robby bit down one more time and squeezed dennis’s waist when he pulled back. “just say your burnt yourself with a curling iron.”

“i don’t-“ dennis moaned as robby latched onto a completely new spot on his collarbone. “i even don’t curl my hair.”

robby didn’t answer, palming dennis instead. dennis allowed it, his resistance hollow.

he couldn’t wait to press on the bruises in the morning. it was worth whatever trinity said.

[orlovbats]

A second part to this post because Arabella was kind in requesting it. 

Robby’s perseverance with Dennis is motivated mostly by a feeling of friendly duty towards him, though he would be unable to deny that there isn’t a slightest smidge of curiosity present in it too. He’s never known someone to be so sensitive to touch. He wants to understand why. 

It’s a major milestone when Dennis feels confident enough to take off his underwear in front of him. Robby does it too so that he does not feel alone, and, using his own penis as a model, he gives a lecture on its erogenous anatomy. He hopes that demystifying it might put Dennis at ease but he’s still trembling at the lecture’s end. 

"We don’t have to," Robby murmurs to him. "There’s other nice places I can touch you."

Dennis shakes his head. "I want to. I’ve always—I want it, I promise." He’s hard and leaking, smearing a small glittering trail across his belly. There’s no doubt that his body is eager, but there’s no telling what thoughts are swirling through his mind. When Robby gently helps Dennis to climb onto his lap, he can’t stop himself from pressing a wishful kiss to his temple.  

It’s all over disappointingly but unsurprisingly fast: just one brush to the tip of Dennis’ cock turns him rigid. His legs stretch out as straight as an arrow while he leaps from his touch. While the lower half of his body jumps away from Robby’s, the upper half comes closer as his arm draped around his neck constricts. The noise he produces is not human. His strange squirm—like a snake electrocuted—lasts only a moment, but it produces an insurmountable silence that spans several long, weighty seconds. 

"Sorry," Dennis eventually squeaks. "Sorry, I—" He slithers off of Robby’s lap and scoops up his discarded underwear and jeans. Shakily, stumbling over himself, he tugs them on.

Robby doesn’t try to stop him. He sits back on his hands, still naked, and wonders by what means a person can be prevented from touching themselves for their entire life. When Dennis bends over to pick up his socks, he watches and waits for the light to reveal scars on his back, maybe burns, some relic of childhood punishments from long ago, but there’s nothing, just the remnants of juvenile acne and a few brown moles. There is no mark on Dennis—no mark except the rings around his wrists. 

"Dennis," he protests, chasing him as he darts towards the door. "Dennis, wait a second. What happened to you?"

When he catches him by the wrists, tugging them upwards to look at them, Dennis spins to look at him with a miserably ashamed stare. "Why do you have to ask me that? Isn’t it bad enough that it happened at all? Please don’t ask me that, Robby."

Robby lets his wrists fall, and he leaves in silence.

[candy-corn-slut]

I do NOT apologize for who I will become when The Pitt sweeps the Emmys for the second year in a row

[queer-reader-07]

established queerplatonic!rabbot summer heat wave nonsense

--

it was hot as hell in pittsburgh and both robby and jack were over it. robby got cranky in the heat and jack hadn't been able to wear his prosthesis without getting uncomfortably sweaty (which robby thought of as a kind of silver lining, his leg was finally getting a break).

"fuck, man, at this point i'd rather just be naked," robby said with an exasperated groan as he tried (and failed) for the third time to get comfortable in bed. they had windows open and fans running and nothing but the top sheet on the bed, but robby still felt too warm.

"what's stopping you?" jack asked flatly, from where he was laying on his back next to robby, not moving to make eye contact.

"i- wouldn't that be weird?" robby asked, sitting up to look at jack.

"plenty of people sleep naked, it's not like it's bad for you," jack said.

"no, i mean wouldn't that be weird for you? if i was naked," robby said, running a hand along the back of his neck as he spoke. "it's not like we, yknow, do that kind of stuff."

jack finally rolled to his side to fully look at robby, "michael, we've literally showered together. we sleep together. you being naked in bed while we sleep isn't that crazy."

"i know but-"

"i can strip too if you want? even playing field," jack offered.

"funny," robby said, rolling his eyes at the other man.

"i'm serious, mike. you're not getting any sleep like this anyway," jack said, eyes now fixed on robby. "if taking your clothes off means you stop tossing and turning then i'll happily sleep naked with you, brother."

robby's brows furrowed as he considered his options before finally, "fine. you too though."

"whatever you want, mikey," jack said as he sat up to strip as well.

both men took of their shirts and shucked off their shorts and were now lying in bed next to one another on their backs.

robby was still squirming though, but jack could tell ir was different than the earlier "it's too fucking hot" squirms.

"mikey, you're still allowed to touch me," jack said, immediately regretting his choice of words. "shit. i mean, you can cuddle if you want."

robby groaned and threw an arm over his face, "it's weird jack."

"you're the one making it weird. we have literally bathed one another, this is far less exposing i think," jack said, turning to look at robby again. "jesus christ man just get over here." jack pulled robby's arm off his face and dragged him closer.

robby let out a defeated sigh as he curled up next to jack, arm thrown over his stomach and head resting on his shoulder. "this is nice, i guess," robby said, muffled by the way his face was smushed into jack's chest.

"'course it is," jack said, "can't even remember the last time you tried sleeping that far away from me. almost thought you didn't like me anymore."

"shut up," robby said, hand coming up to swat at jack's arm.

"ouch, fine," jack said with a laugh. "get some rest now, mike. can't have the residents facing sleep deprivation crankiness on top of heat wave crankiness tomorrow."

"you hate me," robby huffed.

"love you too, mike," jack said, leaning down to kiss robby's head.

[crazyamoeba]

There are days where Jack and Robby just want them all to have a good time, but they've brought Dennis along so what they actually get is

"Are you having a good time?"

"Are you having fun? I feel like we're having fun but I just wanna check."

"Sorry, was that weird? I meant for it to be funny but I think it came off weirdly hostile?"

"Do you want to do something else? I mean, I don't wanna do something else but I feel like we've been doing this for a long time and I know I was the one who wanted to do it and I don't wanna monopolise the whole day so like... I'm totally down for doing something else if you wanna do something else."

"Did I ruin the day? I know I kinda get all overthinky and I know that's pretty annoying - and I'm not saying you made me feel like I ruined the day! You totally didn't! But I'm just worried I kinda put a downer on the whole thing, you know?"

And honestly, the first time this happened it was...a lot for both Jack and Robby, but it was more about them not being prepared for it. It just wasn't something they'd entered into their mental file for Dennis, so they had to debrief about it at the end of the day and admit that maybe they hadn't been too hot at dealing with it in the moment.

Now? The file's updated, and you better believe they have Methods.

"Take a breath. Look at me. No, look at me properly. Now look at Jack. Good. I know that you know us well enough to tell when we're having a good time, so I don't think you need me to answer that question."

"Asked and answered, sweetheart. You wanna go get something sweet and sticky that's gonna make Robby make that face?"

"So, I know you're having a tough time of it right now, and I know that's hard. But I think this might be the obsessive thoughts talking, yeah?"

"I'm listening, bud. You know we've always got your back. But right now, you don't need to hear us tell you that it's okay, because you already know that. Hey, no, listen to me - listen. I know you feel like it's going to shit, but I also know that you know what your obsessive thoughts sound like. They don't sound like you, Denny, you know that. So we're gonna sit here and let them quiet down a little bit, okay? We're here and we're not leaving, but we're not gonna feed 'em, cause that's what they want, and they're only gonna get more hungry if we do that."

Part 2 (kinda?)