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Dennis Whitaker has always been good at enduring things: church on sundays, long shifts, the years old, quiet ache in his chest he refuses to name. He works, he fixes, he stays useful. Everyone agrees he’s holding up just fine.
Then he coughs up purple petals in a hospital bathroom and learns that love—unspoken, unwanted, and terminal—has been growing behind his ribs all along.
Ft. hanahaki disease, unrequited pining after allegedly straight attendings, bad coping mechanisms (cigarettes), and a man accidentally meeting his own cause of death on a nightclub dance floor.
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Dennis had his first cigarette after two years of quitting the first time he coughed up purple petals in the men’s bathroom at work.
In one fell swoop the relentless chest pain was finally explained and his death sentence was handed to him in paper thin purple petals, wet with saliva and sputum, coughed into the open palm of his healer’s hand.
It was strange that before then he’d never considered his own feelings for Robby. They had become very much like the pain in his chest: unpleasant but so long into it, also easily ignored and background noise to his every day.
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14 May 2026
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“You really are cockdumb. Not much going on in here, huh?” Eddie’s hand shifts on his face, the tip of his index finger taps twice against Buck’s temple. “It’s okay, baby. I know you’re all dumb. Pretty toys don’t need to think.”
When he’s like this—fucked brainless on Eddie’s cock—Buck melts into the static of his mind, lost in the pleasure, lost in whatever Eddie chooses to offer him. He doesn’t need to think unless Eddie tells him to, doesn’t need to speak unless spoken to. Eddie handles all of it for him.
So, he nods in agreement.
Eddie’s right. He’s a pretty toy.
He doesn’t need to think.
Or: Buck enjoys getting called a dumb slut (affectionate) and Eddie looks after him.
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15 Apr 2026
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“M’not a fucking kid!” Dennis spits.“Stop fucking calling me that.”
On the offensive, and unable to stop, Robby bites back: “Then stop fucking acting like one!”
Dennis slumps back into his chair, seceding silently, eyes glossing. Robby pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Jesus, I— Forget it. I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” Robby tells him, pulling his jacket from the back of his chair. “Go home, delete our chat history. This never happened. Don’t ever tell a soul about this.”
Dennis laughs mirthlessly.
Robby is not amused. He zips up his jacket and leans down a little closer to the boy.
“I’m not fucking around, Whitaker. This stays between us. You need to take this to your grave.”
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After a particularly prolonged dry spell, Dennis Whitaker decides to redownload Grindr. He doesn't realize the charming, anonymous, older man he's matched with is his Senior Attending until after they've already gone through a week of digital foreplay. Everything's a lot easier when you can't put a face to a name — or a name to a profile — isn't it?
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07 Apr 2026
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prescription notes (or that one time dennis supposedly forgot his notepad) by S3LUNITE for lovesrequiem
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
13 Apr 2026
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robby lends whitaker his jacket during a particularly hard shift in the ER. when he gets it back the next day, he finds whitaker's notepad still tucked in the pocket, filled with absent-minded doodles and half-finished to-do lists.
instead of returning it right away, robby adds a small note of his own.
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Dr. Robby is too old for this. Too old to be losing sleep over a resident.
It starts slowly. Favours and conversation. Things that last longer than they should.
Clearly there is nothing to discuss since the whole thing is just a temporary lapse in judgment.
Still, the way Dennis looks at him makes everything harder…And Robby, who has spent his entire life being careful, realises he may have already passed the line of no return.Slowburn, the chapters get longer as we go, cuz I get greedy
( posting when I can, proofreading when I can, sorry I just wanna go with my stupid stream of thoughts.)
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