The Pitt where we Ship

[thepittens]

Dennis was overcome with a wave of anxiety as the solid but gentle thump of the front door was heard, Robby left.

Leaving Dennis alone with the two week old infant for the first time. 

Logically Dennis knew Robby leaving was temporary and necessary.

He left to grab a different brand of diapers and wipes. The poor little baby seemed to have very sensitive skin, so the men were still trying to find the right brand for his little bottom. 

Dennis was currently nap trapped on the couch, which is the main reason Robby left on his little 'side quest' as Dennis likes to call them.

Their little guy curled against his chest, little ear pressed against his warmth and soothed by the slightly quickened but steady thrum of Dennis' heart beat. 

Making a little grunt before a tiny arm stretched out curling against Dennis once again

Looking down at the tiny human was still a bit of a surreal experience for him.

He was a Dad.

Robby and Dennis were Dads. 

It was a beautiful thing, surreal as fuck, but beautiful. 

If you had told Dennis at the beginning of his residency that he would end up in a relationship with his very attractive and older attending he would have laughed. 

Not only that, but the band glistening on his ring finger was also a pleasant turn. 

It was a few days ago, and both men were sleep deprived, covered in baby spit up, amd wearing pajamas that should probably have made their way into the laundry yesterday. 

The baby was asleep in his bassinet for the first time. 

Seizing the opportunity they slowly but swiftly made their exit from the master bedroom, video monitor in tow as they sat down to enjoy a still warm cup of coffee for the first time in almost a week. 

Dark circles marred both men's faces, but their eyes shone with happiness as they adjusted to being a family of three. 

As they were making breakfast side by side a ring box appeared, and in a way that was so perfectly Robby, he proposed to Dennis. 

Who accepted with a beaming smile and tears. 

The ring made its way to his finger, and their lips met, kisses pressing and wandering to delicious pressure points.

Breakfast was temporarily forgotten and the counter was swiftly used for more pleasurable activities. 

The pleasant ache in Dennis lower back was faint but present as the memory faded to the sound of click of the door opening.

Eyes lifting from the gleam of the band to his fiance.

He realized that the anxiety had ebbed, the child was still sleeping peacefully, and they both did it. 

First 23 minutes alone and no disasters occurred. 

Robby shot Dennis a smile as he carried a few bags, stopping by the couch to offer an energy drink he knows Dennis enjoys. 

Instead of anxiety, Dennis now felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude and warmth. 

Energey drink in hand, opened by Robby, as Dennis hands were occupied with their sleeping son.

Domesticity felt good together.

[hrast-ika]

"Why don't you touch me anymore" is a crazy thing to say, but not as crazy as "i think you got the wrong idea" while holding the other person's face gently in your hands

MORE ART FOR GROUND DOWN (by spaghetti576) LETS GOOOO!!! This time a 7 pages long comic because i have no chill and that scene has been plaguing my mind for far too long :')

[thepittens]

Their son was 7 and their daughter just turned 2 when the state announced Micheal and Dennis could officially adopt the children.

When the men had decided to foster they did so with the knowledge that adoption was not going to be possible for all children. 

They also had a deep understanding that family was more than blood, and if they could be a safe space for those children to grow and thrive, then that would be good enough. 

They were Papa and Dada regardless of government paperwork.

Dennis and Robby sat the children down, their daughter too young to fully understand, but deserved to be part of the conversation nonetheless.

When they asked their son if he was okay with being adopted by Robby and Dennis, his little chin began to wobble.

Tears steamed down his little cheeks followed by a big smile.

He ran at his Dad's, wrapping his arms around them both and nodding his head.

Robby scooped their son up and held him close, one large hand carding through the little guy's hair. 

Their daughter began to clap before climbing all over Dennis to join the family cuddle puddle. 

The men made eye contact over the heads of their children. 

Their children.

Officially.

Smiling Dennis looked at Robby and said in the most reverent of tones, 

“I love you Micheal”

Robby's eyes crinkled as he smiled back, eyes teary. 

“I love you too Dennis. Thank you, for everything”.

[thepittens]

Their daughter had entered the teething trenches, and by that the entire household was in the trenches with her. 

Her tiny wails of discomfort shattered the silence of the early morning hours. 

With a groan, Dennis dragged himself out of bed and went to comfort their baby girl. 

When Dennis approached her crib she immediately stood up, using the side rail of her crib to help herself balance, before shooting off a flurry of theatrical babbles and sounds of discomfort. 

Dennis nodded empathetically and said,

“Teething is the worst, you're so right.” 

She gave a chirp in agreement before making grabby hands at her Dada. 

Who scooped her up and gave her a big hug, she leaned in and as Dennis began to rub her back she began to pat his, earning a chuckle from Den.

She was such a little character, and he was grateful she joined the little family Robby and he had started to build. 

Taking her into the kitchen, Dennis grabbed a frozen teething ring,  the little girl grabbed that thing faster than Den could offer it.

Smiling Dennis then went and grabbed the baby ora gel, and some Tylenol. 

Giving her the correct dosage and massaging the gel into her little irritated gums helped soothe the little beast back into slumber against her Dada’s chest. 

Dennis made his way back to the bedroom, deciding instead to create a walled-in nest for the baby in his bed, instead of attempting to transfer her back to the crib. 

Besides Robby was on call tonight, and the bed felt too empty without Robby, and now their son had shown more independence in wanting to sleep in his own bed.

Co-sleeing happened at times with their oldest too, just not as often as Dennis was used to. The comfort of family was something they all seemed to crave, and who were Dennis and Robby to deny their little ones the love and affection they deserve, that also meant supporting their autonomy and independence.

As Dennis tucks himself into bed, he hears the creek of his bedroom door, followed by the pitter pattern of little feet.

A tiny human is then curling into Dennis, who turns to lay on his back. One hand gently resting on the sleeping baby, the other holding a very sleepy almost 6 year old against his other side. 

Pressing a quick kiss to his son's head, they drift off into sleep. 

Robby grumbles, pulling back into the driveway. He just wanted to be in bed with his husband, in his home with his family. 

After hours of helping cover for an attending on vacation Robby toes his shoes off, and quickly books it upstairs. First, stopping at his son's bedroom,

Empty.

Next Robby moves to his daughter's bedroom. 

Empty. 

Robby approaches the master bedrooms, the soft chorus of snores has Robby beaming a smile into the darkness of the hallway. 

Opening the door he captures the breathtaking sight of all his favorite people snuggled together in the safe embrace of sleep. 

Robby quietly changed, before sliding into bed, securing the diy wall Dennis had clearly made to try and keep the baby safe.

Laying on his side their daughter began to stir, he offered her his hand and her little fist wrapped around his pointer finger, she heaves a sigh and remains asleep.

He pressed a kiss to her head, before reaching his other arm out to rest on top of Dennis and their son. 

Finally closing his eyes, Robby let's out a contented sign, letting sleep claim him too. 

[thepittens]

When their son entered kindergarten, Dennis received notice from social services in Nebraska, he had a 3 week old niece that needed a safe home, immediately. The social worker also made it clear the child had no family in Nebraska that had been deemed ‘fit’ to care for a child. 

Robby just held Dennis and listened as he filled his husband in on his family situation. 

Rubbing a warm hand down Dennis’ back Robby was quiet for a moment. 

Dennis hadn't spoken or been in contact with his family since he left for med school all those years ago. 

He remembers leaving home bloody, crying, and with a duffle packed so hastily he forgot most of his essentials. 

He bought a bus ticket with the last of his money and never looked back. 

Well, until now.

Now there was a tiny, brand new baby, that had been brought into the world with no safe place to grow and be loved. 

When Dennis’ crying slowed and his shaking stopped, Robby took a gentle step back before reaching for the car keys. 

Dennis' eyes widened and he stared at his husband in curiosity. 

“ Den, do you want to bring her home?” 

The deep comforting baritone of his husband's voice brought Dennis to tears for another reason. 

He just nods his head and hugged Robby tight. 

Robby kisses his head and gives him a big squeeze. 

“ We have a few hours until the kiddo is out of school. You okay to call social services back, let them know we will have everything ready for tomorrow?” 

Robby says it with such confidence it takes Dennis aback for a moment.

Gentle grasping his husband's face Dennis stands on top tip toes and presses kisses to Robby's lips.

Robby just smiled.

Shaking the car keys he says,

“I'm going to grab a few essentials for her, do you want to come along?” 

Dennis nodded, wiped his tears, made the call, and off they went.

Both men returned home on record time to turn their guest bedroom into a little nursery and pick up little man from the bus stop.

When their son came home they let him know his baby cousin would be coming to stay with them for a while. 

He just smiled and ran to his school bag. 

In his little 5 year old hands was the most beautiful little crayon picture either man had ever seen. 

It was Robby, Dennis, their son, and a present box with the word baby written next to it. The b was backwards, but it didn't matter. 

It seemed the little addition to their family would be welcomed by all. 

When she arrived the following evening all three of them were smitten with her, and it seemed she felt similarly.

Her favourite place to nap was in Robby or Dennis arms, but when she was having gas pains the only things the soothed her was Michael holding her to his chest and pacing in the early hours of the night.

She would tuck her head into his neck and her little fingers would wind their way into his bead, before passing out.

Dennis has secretly started a photo book exclusively of her tiny baby hands in his husband's beard.

When Robby gets it as his father's day gift, he may or may not have cried and then later fallen asleep holding both their children and the book.

Dennis takes a picture and plans the next photo book.

[thepittens]

As Robby pulled into the driveway, he let out a deep sigh of relief. 

Home at last. 

Robby sat with that for a minute. 

Not too long ago the idea of ‘home’ didn't feel so comforting, more suffocating in its isolation. 

Now he gets to come home, even after the toughest shifts, to his husband and their now 1 year old son.

Smiling Robby grabbed his belongings and made his way to the door. 

Upon entering the once empty home, Robby was met with a chorus of giggles from his two favourite people, accompanied by some of the ‘funkiest beats’ known to man. 

Peering into the kitchen, Dennis squatted down, holding their baby's hand as the little guy did his best to bounce and bop to the beats. His Dada hyped him up the entire time.

Robby smiled, and just allowed himself a moment to sit with the warmth and gratitude that settled into his chest at the sight. 

Although their son soon spotted him, and with a garbled,

‘Papa’,

Followed by tiny hands reaching for him, Robby got down and embraced his little family. 

Dennis smiled brightly at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then their baby insisted on doing the same. 

As the next song came on the baby chipped with delight and held onto his Dads as he struggled to balance and “funk it up”. 

Both men laughed in delight. 

What a beautiful little life. 

[thepittens]

The happy chirps of a baby awoke Dennis from his slumber. 

Reaching beside him, the bed was still warm, but lacked his husband. Laying back on his pillow Dennis glanced over at the video monitor. 

Found him. Dennis smiled to himself. 

It had been a long road to get here, but something about Baby Jane Doe and the sabbatical changed Robby. 

While it wasn't plausible for him to take care of her, the social worker reassured them she was going to a loving home. 

All they could do was hope that was true, and that they did the best they could to help her. 

It was about 3 years after Baby Jane Doe that another baby appeared in the Pitt. 

This one was known as Baby John Doe. 

Unknown infant, presenting with high fever, irritability, and a rash. 

Robby and Dennis had been working that shift, and both their hearts broke for the little baby. 

They had been living together for about a year and a half, and if Robby could ever find the courage, the ring box sitting in his locker would hopefully move them to the next step into heir relationship. 

As the shift wore on and the baby was treated it became clear that social services had no emergency homes available for the little one.

All it took was a look exchanged between Robby and Dennis, before they inquired about becoming an emergency placement for the child.

Thus began their journey into guardianship.

The nights were long, the diaper blow outs plenty, but neither man would change the experience for the world. 

Every smile and milestone their little guy reached helped heal something that was broken in both men. 

Gazing now at the baby monitor, Dennis’ breath is taken away, he listens to the low timber of Robby's voice. Singing a Hebrew lullaby as the baby slowly nodded off back to sleep. A few moments later Robby entered their bedroom. 

Tired brown eyes meeting Dennis’, he gives his husband a tired smile before crawling back into bed, pressing a lazy kiss to Dennis’ cheek before curling up behind Dennis, holding him close.

Fingers intertwined both men fell into a restful sleep, warm and surrounded by love and family, at least until the next feeding.  

[thepittens]

Trinity had never known gentleness, not in the true sense anyway. 

Growing up love was conditional and earned through means she doesn't think any child deserves or should have to go through. 

Love was a tumultuous thing that left her feeling empty. 

That's probably how she fell prey to Garcia’s blatant flirting and attention, oh how fleetingly wondrous it feels to capture someone's affection and attention. 

The issue is that Trin had started to fall for her, harder than she should have. 

Maybe it was the late nights, where Garcia was relentless and bent her whichever way suited her best, and didn't stop until her mind and body was numb from one too many orgasms.

The post coitus ramen and chats had started to lull Trinity into this false sense of security, even though Garcia always left after.

Maybe this was good enough, maybe this was the only kind of 'love' she deserved.

What ended that fantasy really quick was when Garcia blew her off at work, 

“Just keeping it casual, right?”,

Fuck does Trin feel stupid, and worst of all used and naive. 

Good things didn't happen to her, she needed to accept that and move on.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center Bathroom, her cerulean eyes grew blurry with tears. 

She quickly scrubbed them away, taking a breath and splashing some water on her cheeks. Trinity vowed to get through the rest of her nightshift rotation, and despite hating shift work, she is grateful that her chances of running into Dr Yolanda Garcia are significantly minimized. 

As Trinity exited the washroom she saw a golden opportunity, an empty nurses station and several free computers. 

Maybe this was a sign things were on the up. She hurried over and quickly signed in, making an attempt to get some charting done so she didn't have to stay into the day shift to get it done. 

As she typed her nose caught the strong aroma of coffee that didn't smell like the burnt cafeteria shit. Looking behind her she noticed, Dr Parker Ellis. Shooting Santos a grin and holding up a delivery bag from a local 24 hour cafe.

Ellis slid a large coffee cup over to Trinity, who accepted the gift with the enthusiasm of a feral street cat, muttering a quick, 

“Thanks, I feel like death over here” 

Trin then takes a sip of the surprisingly perfect coffee. 

Not too sweet, and made with oat milk because lactose and Santos don't agree. 

Trinity was taken aback, but also appreciative about the gesture. 

“Can’t let Robby or Abbot know I let you die on the night shift. They would reign terror on us all” 

Ellis quipped back, before looking up at the board. 

Trinity had started her Night Shift about 48 hours after things between her and Garcia had ended. 

Trinity, while a competent doctor, lacked the usual spunk she was known for on the day shift. 

Abbot, Shen, and Ellis clocked it immediately. They also, unfortunately knew that Yolanda liked to play with the new residents, every few years one would catch her eye, and it never ended well for the resident. 

Trinity never brought it up, and they never let on that they had some inkling of what had happened between them. 

Somehow along the way Trinity found a dysfunctional, but supportive bunch of weirdos on the night shift, she honestly doesn't know that she wants to change back. But Dennis would pout and Robby would…well be Robby about it all. 

As the shift wears on things pass with the regular chaos and eventually the sun begins to rise. It was also time to clock out. 

Gathering her belongings and vowing to shower at home, Santos makes her way out of the change room. 

She rounds the corner just a bit too fast, crashing into the last fucking person she wanted to see right now. 

Yolanda let's out a grunt and goes to put her hands on Trinity to steady her. 

Trinity quickly bats her hands away, steadying herself before a muttering a quiet,

“Sorry,” under her breath as she tried to skirt around Yolanda.

Of course things couldn't be that simple, Garcia reached out and grabbed Trinity's arm. 

“Listen Trin, maybe I was…hasty about things. Are you busy later?” 

Trinity felt sick as fury surges through her. 

Punching a surgeon on Hospital property was not the way to go here, but how she wanted to wipe that smug look off her face. 

“Let go of me, now”

Trinity says, not wanting to escalate things but knowing she will do what she has to.

Yolanda just laughed at her as a voice from behind Trinity caused her to freeze. 

"She said let go, Yolanda"

Parkers voice came from just a few feet down the hallway. Yolanda stared between them both, scoffing before letting go of Trinity's arm, shoving past her and Dr Ellis. 

Trinity looked back and just gave Ellis a quick nod before ducking into the underground parking lots. 

“Trinity, wait a second”,

Squeezing her eyes shut, she sighed before turning to face Ellis. 

Parker took one look at how tense Santos was, and slowed her approach, raising her hands up non threateningly. 

“Hey, I just want to make sure you're okay.”

Trin allowed herself to breath, arms still crossed over her chest, but she had never felt threatened, or disrespected by Parker before.

“I will be, just need to make less shitty choices about who I bring to bed..” 

Trin tried to laugh, but the joke came out with a touch of self loathing. 

Ellis shit her an empathetic smile.

"Listen here's my number, we on the night shift look out for each other. If you need anything, or just want to share stupid memes, let me know"

Trinity accepted, and thus began the beginning of…something with Dr Parker Ellis. 

As the years passed Trinity learned that she was worthy of love, the unconditional kind. 

She first started learning to love herself, it was going to be a lifelong project, but having people who love and support her through every phase of her life has helped provide her with a sense of security she used to fake. 

She also learned that love didn't have to be fast, hard, rushed.

Ellis showed her a side of intimacy, while it could be fast and hard, also left her feeling cherished and loved like no other. 

The amount of times Ellis has brought tears to Trinity's eyes, tongue and fingers  between her thighs, feeling as if she were a goddess, being devoutly and thoroughly worshipped. 

Ellis would hold her after, let her cry, or sleep, or simply pepper gentle kisses to her skin as Trinity came out of her post orgasmic fog. 

Looking down at the glinting band on her ring finger, Trinity might have started to believe that she is worthy of gentleness and good things after all.

[thepittens]

Staring down at the little device in front of her, Emma felt a rush of cold heat sweep through her body, filled with a deep set panic taking up residence in her chest. 

Pregnant. 

Eyes prickling with tears, and quickly wiped them away and let out a quiet, 

“Okay…okay…this is…oh shit”.

A loud knock on the door of the PTMC bathroom jarred her out of her thoughts. 

Dana's voice echoed ,

“You doin’ alright in there kid?” 

Emma had been feeling light headed the last few shifts, and the smell of Dana’s morning coffee, which Emma normally loved, made her vomit into the trash just outside the nurses station. 

Placing a hand on her tummy she called back, 

“Y-yeah”

There was a long pause before Dana said in a lower and very maternal tone, 

“I'll check back in a few. “ 

That's when the tears fell. She had one hour left in her shift. She would get through it, and then figure out what she was going to do, how she was going to tell him. 

She and the infamous Park the Shark had become entangled in some kind of situationship over the course of the past year. 

It started with a power outage and one orthopedic surgeon and one nurse stuck in an elevator for 3 hours. 

Emma had been transporting the last of the paper patient files after the cyber attack, and Park had just been trying to go home, when the elevator went dark and the ground lurched suddenly. Emma lost her balance, falling into Park, strong arms steading her as the patient files slipped from her arms, scattering on the floor as her cheek collided with a deliciously strong pectoral muscle. 

The red emergency light clicked on, luckily hiding the flush Emma assumed was blooming across her cheeks.

“I-I’m so sorry Dr. Park…”

He just let out a deep sound from his chest and replied,

“It’s fine Nurse Nolan.” 

It was then she realized their proximity, looking up into his eyes, his warm hand steading her waist, the other wrapped gently around her upper arm. 

Carefully she stepped back, and with an embarrassed sigh, knelt down. 

It was Brendon's turn to flush, he slowly dragged a hand down his face and sighed. 

He felt like a dirty old man as Emma began to carefully sort through the scattered files. 

There was no denying her beauty, but her kindness was something that drew his interest, even though she deserved far better than a middle aged orthopedic surgeon with the reputation of being as cold and calculating as a shark. Looking for prey. 

Emma deserved better than that. 

He knelt down as well, drawing Emma's curious gaze, as he too began to help her sort through the patient records. 

She smiled gently at him, fingers brushing as they got everything sorted within minutes. 

Just as they were finishing up a voice came over the emergency speaker. 

Help was on the way, but a power generator had been taken out in the area and previous water damage had impacted their emergency supply. 

Good old budget cuts. 

They were stuck, at least for the next little while. 

It was during this time that an easy banter began between them, they talked about why they got into medicine, childhood pets and it was the first time in a long while that Brendon felt truly seen by another person.

After the elevator they seemed drawn to each other, their meetings at work didn't increase in frequency, but intensity. 

The tension built over a few months, before Emma took the leap and pressed a kiss to his lips after he drove her home one day. 

She thought the Shark moniker he earned at work was fitting in a way she would never tell him. 

Not for his cold precision and intuition that saved countless lives in the ER. 

But in the way his body seemed to know her body, as a shark does the ocean. 

Encompassing in all things that she had never known she needed from a lover. 

She had moved into his place about 3 weeks ago. Her little apartment building had been condemned after the discovery of a mold colony living in its walls and ceilings. 

Emma was venting to Park one night and he just casually suggested she stay with him, while she figured it all out. 

When she left the hospital tonight, she would be going home to him, the man she was admittedly in love with, and whose DNA lived inside the small bundle of cells growing in her body. 

The reality of her pregnancy was a shock to her system, but not completely unlikely with how…passionate and attentive her lover was. 

They took precautions, but sometimes biology finds a way. 

Splashing some cold water on her face Emma slips the pregnancy test into her scrub pocket, and exits the bathroom.

If Dana is a little more attentive and gentle with her the rest of the shift, she doesn't complain.  Her reassuring presence and support has always given Emma strength in tough moments. She would be okay. 

An hour and a half later Emma makes her way into a dark condo.

Brendon's surgery must have run later, which wasn't unusual. So she settled into her regular routine, aside from the pregnancy test burning a hole in her work bag. 

Slipping on some pajama bottoms and one of Brendon's shirts after her shower, she then turns her gaze to her work bag. 

Deciding the test should instead burn a hole in her pyjama pocket while she waited for Brendon to get home. 

Emma begins the task of trying to figure out dinner when she hears the front door open. 

Pausing for a moment before looking behind her, she can't help but appreciate the handsome, albeit exhausted looking form of her lover. 

He shot her a look before a gentle smile worked its way onto his handsome face. 

He held up a plastic bag of takeout containers, shouldering his work bag.

“Figured we both had long days, you okay with Thai?” 

Smiling she nodded, Thai actually sounded fucking perfect to Emma right now.

Brendon approached her with unhurried but deliberate steps, placing the food on the counter before wrapping his strong arms around her, she accepted the embrace, burying her face into his chest.

She felt warm lips pepper kisses along her forehead before turning her lips up to meet his. 

He pulled away reluctantly, insisting he shower before joining her for the evening. 

She dishes up the food and in about 20 minutes he joins her as they settle down on the couch for the evening. 

Park clocked early into the evening that Emma, while not being completely distant tonight, seemed quieter than normal. He could tell she had something on her mind, but had long learned not to pry. 

She always came to him when she was ready, and he learned she just needed him to be a safe space for her, which he could do.

Park loved her in a way that shook the foundations of his world, but he tempered it to not overwhelm her with his dedication. 

He knew that he wanted to marry her one day, see her round with his children, should she want that, he could be happy with just the two of them forever if that's what would make her happy. 

The credits of the show came to an end and Emma tentatively reached for the remote, turning it off without a word.

Brendon raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her, and ran a comforting hand down the length of her side as she snuggled into him.

“Hey Bren,” 

She asks in a quiet but inquisitive tone. 

He answers with a hum, 

“Hey Emma,” 

His response comes with a small smile that she meets with a nervous one of her own.

“Um…how would you feel, if I were to tell you I was pregnant?”,

Her eyes flickering between his and the seam on the neckline of his shirt. 

Brendon leans towards her, gently encompassing her cheek with his paw of a hand, guiding her gaze to his own. 

Emma's eyes are watery, and the tip of her nose begins to redden, as it does when she becomes upset. 

He kissed the tip of it before responding. 

“Well, I would start by asking what you would like to do? It's not my body, but it's my responsibility to be there for you. I love you Em, and any child you chose to give me will be cherished and loved" 

For the second time that day tears make their way down Emma's face, quiet sobs beginning to make her slight form shake, he wraps her in a hug before asking her,

“Are you telling me you're pregnant Em?” 

She nodded against his chest, finally pulling the test from her pocket, and handing it to him.

“We are having a baby Bren”,

She confirms as he smiles, his dimples showing as he pulls her against his chest. Pressing kisses to her lips and any available skin as he whispers words of reverence and promises against her skin.

She secretly hopes their baby gets his dimples. 

Halfway into the new year, they welcome a little girl, who has her mother's eyes and her father's dimples. 

[thepittens]

Dennis' hands shook, though only slightly as he eased the last cigarette from its pack between his lips. Hands fumbling sluggishly for his lighter as his 16 hour shift caught up with him. 

The fading sunlight graced the skyline as Dennis watched the day fade away from the rooftop of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.

He hoped that soon the heaviness in his chest would ease, he would smoke his vice and then crash out on his shitty mattress at home. Leaving the day behind him.

The city had been plagued by relentless thunderstorms the past week, only stopping about an hour before Dennis was finally able to clock out for the day. A vehicle pile up took up most of PTMCs resources, it was categorised as a mass causality event, there were moments, albeit briefly, that felt like Pitt fest all over again. 

Shaking his head Dennis brings the lighter to life and inhales the deep biting smoke into his lungs. Exhaling slowly and savouring the slight rush of nicotine hitting his brain.

He knows he should quit, hell he can barely afford his life, let alone death sticks, as Mel would call them. Trinity also likes to bitch about the smell, before stealing any lit cigarette he may be holding and finishing it off herself. 

The apartment had been lonely this past week, Trin had been away, family shit, she had said before giving him an uncharacterically warm hug, and telling him ,

"Don't burn the place down or fuck an attending on my couch while I'm away".

Dennis cursed under his breath as his ears flushed.  She left him with a wink and walked into the airport. 

Trinity would be back in 48 hours.  It was too quiet without her spark to light the place up, but he would never tell her that, lest she become too powerful. 

Closing his eyes, Dennis leaned his head back, just savouring a moment of peace, when the un-oiled hinges of the door announced that he had a visitor.

Spinning around Dennis made eye contact with none other than Dr. Michael Robinavitch.

Who looked almost equally as startled as Dennis felt.

With a quick nod Robby tucked his chin and let out a nervous laugh. His left hand rubbing the back of his neck as he raised his right hand, holding a much newer looking pack of cigarettes than the crushed and empty packet taking up residence in Dennis left pocket.

"Mind if I.." Robby's voice trailed off as he shot Dennis a sheepish half grin, gesturing to the roof.

Dennis just smiled and held out his lighter in offering. 

Robby approached in a few strides, his hand almost encompassing Dennis' as he reached for the offering. 

Had Dennis not been as observant of Robby, the slight tremor in his hand as he grasped the lighter might have been missed

Maybe Dennis wasn't the only one who had been reminded of Pitt Fest today.

His thoughts are broken as  Robby makes a few attempts to light the end of his cigarette. He lets out a defeated scoff as the lighter hisses out choked attempts to spark, before letting his hands drop to his side's. 

Even in despondent frustration Dennis can't help but admire the figure that is Micheal Robinavitch. Maybe it comes from some deeper rooted daddy issues, but Den would climb Robby like a tree if it wouldn't completely and utterly fuck up his chances of finishing residency at PTMC, and Robby's career, and his career.

But when the fading sunlight hits Robby just right, Dennis doesn't think he would mind throwing it all away.

Walking towards Robby with more purpose and confidence than he should have felt, he reached up and gently grasped Robby's chin, guiding him downward.

The brown in Robby's eyes swirled like warm amber, molten and churning as Dennis stands on his toes to light the end of his cigarette with his own. 

The few seconds it takes to light, finally snaps the fragile balance between them.

Robby's fingers weave their way into Dennis hair as their lips meet in a kiss that eases the tension both men had been carrying throughout the day.

When they finally part they are both flushed and breathing heavily, no words are really spoken, but an understanding seems to have been reached. Leaning in Dennis answers the swirling wonder, guilt, adoration, and self depreciation in Robby's eyes with a kiss so gentle and sure that Robby lets out a whimper he didn't know himself capable of. 

“Take me home Michael”, Dennis whispers against Robby's lips.

"Den..", his name comes out choked and reverent between Robby's lips and he gazes in wonder down at Dennis. Fingers trace a gentle caress down Dennis' cheek. He leans into Robby's touch, turning to press a kiss to his palm. 

Hours later Dennis lays curled up in his attendings bed, cigarettes long forgotten on the roof of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.

Dennis hums as gentle kisses make their way up his spine, Robby's beard tickling his neck as he turns to press a kiss to Robby's wandering lips.

"Coffee?", 

Robby offers in a sleep warmed voice.

Dennis lets out a hum of approval as Robby slips on a sinfully low pair of sweatpants and makes his way to the kitchen. 

Dennis then notices his phone light up from the side table. 

He had several missed messages from Trinity. 

Looks like she came back earlier than expected, and wanted to know where the fuck he was. 

He quickly typed out a response,

"Not fucking an attending on your couch."

Yeah, definitely worth it. 

[salva6]

What do u mean by that u little piece of shit

HES EGGING US ON

No I refuse to fall for the hucklerobby agenda

[huevinadechoco]

Everyday thing

(Based on this TikTok)

[helvyeah1]

‘Of Arc’

Dennis Whitaker - The Pitt

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[daisieshen]

drunk on your noble deeds

Dennis Whitaker x Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch / 4,486 words / mature

“Like what? Him being a vampire?”, she huffs. “What?!” “Never seen Twilight? You sound just like Bella accusing Edward of being a vampire.” Robby sighs, “I just wanna make sure he’s okay.” or Robby is sure that there's something going on with Dennis and he's determined to find out what it is.

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Robby jokes, “They’re deactivating my email during my sabbatical.” In response to Gloria pestering him about keeping up to date on PTMC news while he’s gone. But Dennis overhears and doesn’t catch that he’s joking.

Later on, he asks Robby about it, casually saying, “So, I heard you’re going to be unreachable via email during your trip.”

And Robby chuckles and replies, “Yes, if I get anything, it will go straight to the trash.”

Dennis takes that as confirmation that he won’t receive any emails sent during his sabbatical and proceeds to email him over the course of three months. It varies with a mix of trivial things about his day, funny patients Robby would’ve liked, cases that made it harder for Dennis to find balance, and heartfelt confessions about how much Dennis misses him.

Little does Dennis know that Robby receives every single email from him and starts looking forward to them. Time and time again, Dennis unknowingly talks him off the ledge and convinces Robby to come back.

Eventually, Robby returns, and other than the hug Robby gives him, Dennis is none the wiser that his emails were fully sent and received.

Until a few shifts later, when Robby is walking them through a procedure, he offhandedly mentions that he learned more about the operation from a case study that Dr. Abbot emailed him about during his sabbatical.

Dennis would’ve reasoned that Abbot used Dr. Robby’s personal email, but Robby’s wide eyes guiltily snap to him, giving away his secret.

He manages to corner Robby about it and ask if he received every email. When it’s confirmed that he did, Dennis turns bright red, remembering the drunken one he sent talking through some very explicit ideas he had involving his boss.

But instead of firing him like Dennis expects, Robby lays a hand on his shoulder and asks, “Did you mean any of it?”

And Dennis throws caution to the wind and answers, “Every word.”

Robby smiles to himself, nodding while scratching the back of his neck. Eventually he works up the courage to say, “Well, I liked the idea you had in one email about us getting dinner together to get to know each other better. Would you still like to do that?”

Dennis immediately answers yes, and they schedule a date for immediately after their shift.

During their date, Robby shows him all his unsent drafts in response to each and every one of his emails. And Dennis makes him promise that anytime he sends an email in the future, he’ll send a response.

Robby agrees as long as Dennis promises to continue emailing him. Which he does.

Eventually, when Robby retires, they do officially deactivate his email account. But they’ve long since stopped using their work emails. Instead, they use their new Mr and Mister Robinavitch personal emails

And while Robby still hates emails from literally anyone else, he will always answers Dennis’ emails no matter what.