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“Oh. Jack. Thought you were my son.” Robby crossed the room and dropped into the armchair, legs sprawling open without care.
Jack swallowed. His gaze drifted, uninvited, down the man’s body. The shirt clinging to his chest and stomach, creasing at his waist, the leather belt catching the light. A hint of chest hair peeked from the open collar.
“How’s school?” Robby asked.
Jack looked away, avoiding his eyes. The movie played on, unnoticed.
“It’s alright. Going fine.”
or Jack fucks his best friend’s father
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24 Nov 2025
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everyone wants a father figure, and the more time dennis spends in the pitt, the further he feels from god. he hasn’t called his family in weeks. it only makes sense that he starts worshipping dr michael robinavitch instead.
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robby, dennis & jack work their shit out on each other
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15 Nov 2025
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Whitaker's hookup profile reads like a contract. It's impersonal by design, transactional to the point of sterility. The photos tell a different story—there's something vulnerable hiding beneath the professional lighting and careful shadows. Robby should close the app. He doesn't. And when Whitaker responds almost immediately, he realizes this is never going to be as simple as either of them want to pretend.
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11 Nov 2025
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I'd like to lean into the wind & tell myself I'm free by WhiskeyInYourWater
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
26 Oct 2025
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“I look forward to working with Dr. Whittaker, where ever he settles.”
Dennis smiled.
“Sounds nice when you say it.”
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11 Nov 2025
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There’s a hand, fingers cold, on his elbow – someone trying to get his attention. Usually, usually, his staff would know that just calling his name is enough, that he’s fine-tuned to the sound of it like a dog waiting for a command. But as he looks down and then to the person the chilled digits belong to, he finds Whitaker staring up at him owlishly. A shudder goes through him, senses zeroing in on the point of contact.
“Can I help you?” It comes out bitchier than he intended, caught off-guard as he is. But he doesn’t take it back, not even when the kid bites at his lower lip as if he wants to apologize.
“I just wanted to ask if you liked the chicken parm.”
aka Robby doesn't know he's being wooed by home-cooked meals and big, honest eyes.
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01 Nov 2025