♠️Eclectic.ACE🌻

The scoop slips out of Robby’s slackening grip and bounces off the counter, coffee grounds spilling everywhere. “Fuck,” he curses shakily, casts around for a cloth, a paper towel, anything to try and clean up the mess. Anything to give him an excuse not to look Whitaker in the face.

“Sorry,” Whitaker says, unhappily, and Robby has to glance up after all. “Sorry,” Whitaker says again, “I shouldn’t have – “

“I wasn’t sure I was going to come back either,” Robby says, feels himself trembling with the weight of the confession, and Whitaker’s shoulders drop even lower than they already are.

let it all go by catjohnny 5.6k words E

Robby had a bad day.

Not that there was ever a “good” day when you worked in the ER. But some days were better than others, and some days were much, much worse.

And today’s shift wasn't the worst ever. But it had come at the end of a long week that saw several patients lost and multiple breakdowns from members of his team. Robby was worn thin from dealing with it all day in and day out.

And so, when he trudged into his apartment on Friday night, he threw down his bag, slipped into a comfy pair of sweats, and opened Grindr.

notes: T4T hucklerobby bottom robby

green flag by catjohnny 5.8k words

His palms began to sweat as he shoved his phone back in his pocket. There was no way Robby wasn’t flagging. Why the fuck would he flag at work? Dennis felt the pit in his stomach grow as he stood and made his way to North 5, running through the worst case scenarios in his head. Did Robby know about his crush? Was he teasing Dennis? It didn't seem like him, but then again, what did Dennis know about Robby?

Well, he knew three things now. Robby liked men, and he flagged mustard yellow and hunter green on the left.

coincidence by cherrrypops 7.1k words

“So, you… your wallet? You left it?”

“Yeah. Somewhere around here. Couldn’t find it in the kitchen, thought maybe it’d be on my dresser or nightstand.”

“And… how long have you–”

“About ten minutes.”

“Oh.”

--

Or, Michael Robinavitch forgets his wallet at home after leaving for his sabbatical. He returns home to retrieve it. He doesn't find his wallet, but he does find his intern in his bed, very much not sleeping.

downward dog by catjohnny 7.3k words

Robby remembered little from his PT rotation. He knew when to refer someone to PT—strained backs or necks, for instance—but he could never guide someone through that sort of stuff. Which is why when Whitaker approaches him on a slow Thursday afternoon, he is confused to say the least.

“You want me to do…what exactly?”

Whitaker taps his fingers against the counter of the hub. “I’ve been in physical therapy for a few months,” he reiterates. “They’ve given me a bunch of stretches to do. I've been doing them, but I don't know if it's working. I mean, I don't know if I'm doing them right.”

Whitaker asks Robby for help with his physical therapy stretches, and Robby struggles to have normal feelings about his subordinate.

The New Assistant by clytemnestra42 9k words

Dennis appreciates Dr. Robby's offer to lay his stay the night when a snowstorm hits at the end of their shift. But what's he going to do when they get snowed in at Dr. Robby's house for a whole weekend, and Dennis needs to film some videos for his OnlyFans page?

notes: they get snowed in Again >:)

Falling Behind by jingucci 12.4k words

There’s no real rationale to what Dennis asks next. His brain is overloaded with new information, which piles onto his already spiraling conundrum of attempting to explore his own sexuality. It causes a deadly concoction. The result?

“Can you kiss me?”

It’s blurted out with zero thought. An accumulation of I want to kiss a man that I trust and I trust Doctor Robby, followed by he has the experience, so he’ll know what to do.

The request shocks them both. Robby sits up straight, eyes widening and cheeks definitely flushing, Dennis is sure of it this time. He doubts he looks any better, slack-jawed and burning impossibly hot as his shoulders tighten up so high that he’s sure they’re reaching his ears.

OR

Dennis realizes he may not be straight after Amy kisses him. In an effort to find answers, he finds himself asking for Robby's help.

Camboy Dennis AU series by catjohnny 14.9k words, 3 works combined

(Rec Lister's Recap) Dennis is a camboy. Robby has a favorite camboy he likes to watch to unwind. Robby may have donated a bit too much money to his favorite camboy, and Dennis may have a crush on his most generous subscriber. You see where this is going ;)

notes: trans Dennis, slight finsub vibes from Robby because he is definitely the bottom, this series is delicious

birds & bees, or: how dennis whitaker learned to stop fearing sex and love sleeping with his boss by catjohnny 20.2k words E

“It's embarrassing.”

Robby glanced over. Whitaker was still facing the window, his hands twisted in the hem of his sweatshirt. 

“If it’s got you this worked up, it must be important. I won't judge.” 

Whitaker sighed. “I…I started dating someone. A guy. I met him on a dating app, and we’ve been together about a month.”

Robby hummed in acknowledgement. He didn't speak yet, waiting for Whitaker to continue. 

“The problem,” Whitaker muttered, “is that he’s…my first boyfriend. I'm 27 years old, and I've never kissed anyone before, let alone had sex. I've avoided the sex part this far—using work and being tired as excuses—but I'm seeing him this weekend and I can't…I know I can’t hold it off forever.”

Whitaker is a virgin. Robby has a hard time saying no to his favorite resident. When Whitaker asks for help with his problem, what else is there for Robby to do?

notes: THIS ONE is one of my top ten faves

Fishing Rotation by morefoul 20.8k E

As Robby lifts his shirt up, Dennis is overcome with the need to bury his face in his armpit until he passes out. The gold chain with its Star of David that he always wears rests just below his collar. As Robby strips off, Dennis allows himself a longing look.

Yeah, Dennis admits to himself, he’s down pretty bad.

He’s certain that the fishing trips his brothers took with their dad didn’t have this additional complication – that of the man taking them being so hot they’d want to cry. Trinity’s comment, ‘daddy wants to take you to the woodshed,’ bounces around in Dennis’s head. -

Robby takes Dennis out on a fishing trip. Neither of them expected it to end this way.

prototypes of what we were by lunastxlla 31.7k words E

sybau

pictures

slurs at work

robby's fav

mugshot

mugshot bonus

loser squad ig dump

whitaker bday

whitaker bday party

joy & ogilvie intro

the pitt girlies

coming out

gay hockey show

gay hockey show pt 2

gay hockey show pt 3

dip

vape break

new girlies

midweek pitt party

insta dump

pizza boy

the whitakers

exposed

lucky's

lucky's pt 2

aftermath

bitchy langdon intermission

aftermath pt 2

mcvadi intermission

we're mad at him now

dana to the rescue

apology

goodbye ogilvie

poor alfredo

samira's sick of this shit

mama whitaker

mama whitaker pt 2

brotherhood

back to work

uh oh

bisexual panic

dennis hogging all the dilfs again

damage control

robby on ig

i'm tired of this grandpa WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD

dennis baby you are NOT subtle

dennis i cant keep defending u honey

mini drabble :3

foreshadowing or whatever

insta bs cuz i couldnt think clearly for some reason lol

lol

manwhore

me when i get cancelled

guiltmaxxing (religious trauma vibes)

bro

spiral

daddy issues

robby backstory (content warning for mentions of suicide and nonsexual child abuse)

mom and dad are fighting

loser squad

homelessness

robby's reaction (content warning for mention of sexual trauma)

hurt/comfort - lil drabble continuation of ^

project hucklerobby

silly twinny shenanigans

house party 1/10

house party 2/10

house party 3/10

house party 4/10

house party 5/10 (nsfw)

house party 6/10

house party 7/10

house party 8/10

house party 9/10

house party 10/10

party aftermath - langdon

party aftermath - dennis

party aftermath - robby

halloween

scorpio girlie

robby get a hold of yourself man

dennis you lil hoe

robby joins the ragebaiting game

plans are being made

sad boy hours

full mental breakdown era

lmao

rename that shit project apology tbh (cw for mention of self harm)

concerned friends and family

besties are bestieing - a drabble (cw for discussion of self harm)

apology tour lol

therapy - a drabble

debrief

queer boy

winter go brrr

Maybe he could see this scenario playing out in the future, Dennis wanting something unattainable and getting hurt. Maybe he could sense the possibility that Hanahaki was genetic; he didn't know the beatings and punishments wouldn't toughen him out, only make him more fragile like a cracked vase, instead of the unfeeling beast his father wanted him to become, he became another creature entirely. A sinner, a monster with a heart too big, craving affection yet is too afraid to try to take any of the steps needed to get it.

He was a copy of his mother, her legacy and rot spreading to him as well. 

Dennis felt irritated by the sun streaming through the blinds, wishing that it would burn out instead of bother him. Well, maybe that was selfish, but he was currently trying to sleep and didn't have blinds. Trinity would be home sometime soon; he needed all the sleep he could get before that. She hasn't been home recently, spending the nights at Garcia's place and having a blast. He was just happy they were finally together. As much as he enjoyed impromptu ice cream and rom com nights, there was only so much strawberry ice cream you could eat until you felt like your brain was going to melt out from your nose.

He really was happy for Trinity, she was like an older sister to him. She deserved better things than what she had (than Dennis). Her now girlfriend treated her amazingly, matching her whit to a T. He was even happy they didn't come over to the apartment, he had been sick of hearing the bedframe slam against the thin wall of her bedroom for three hours every night he had a shift, he also didn't miss the awkward mornings of trying to cohabite with someone you didn't know that well.

As much as he was happy for her, he still felt alone sometimes. When the TV is going, and the sound of only one person's fork hits the side of the Chinese to-go box while you are hearing yourself chew, is often a very humbling experience for a creature as clingy as he is.

Dennis didn't want to check the time, knowing that if he were to check the time then he would just piss himself off. Dennis's breathing stuttered at the familiar tickle of a dormant cough messed with the back of his throat with a vengeance, he knew what he had, saw the signs, knew them like the back of his hand. He had Hanahaki: The killer Flower disease, an already freakish creature growing plants out of his lungs. He knew the symptoms; he was the closest to his mother after all. Knew how she had started to cough more and more, keeping a handkerchief near her with the excuse to embroider, no one else noticing the light blue fabric had been stained maroon a few months time.

She had tried to hide it from him, her own reason for it he didn't know or have access to, she never wrote about anyone in her journals, other than her.

The woman she had died for, had made countless sketches and poems dedicated to the wife of Pastor John. Lillian Carter, he remembered her briefly from a few sermons, blue eyed with long curly brown hair that always caught in the sun. Short, sweet, taught the children English and math, the complete opposite of his mama. When she had died it had become obvious who she had died for, his momma did everything with Ms Lily. Attached at the hip, ‘Sisters’ was their label for a very long time. Until the truth came out, the town had gossiped until Ms Lily had hung herself in the apple orchard, a spot they used to take Dennis to play marbles.

The scandal was put on the back burner after that, the older generations knowing to quiet once Pastor John took a younger, meeker wife. He had left soon after pastor John remarried, not able to look at the girl he used to sit next to during English. Though it wasn't just her, he left because of everything about that little broken place. The comparisons of him to both Ms Lily and momma from the old sourpuss, Mr Baker.

“You look just like ‘em Dennis! Could be their secret affair baby or somethin!” He would shout a little too close to his ear, his shop always smelled of chewing tobacco and stale piss from the man's lack of hygiene. Half deaf and half blind, yet still peddling booze for the towns folk despite his lack of customer service, he never knew how to shut up. It was why papa would send Dennis to get the beer instead of going himself. Mr Baker could tear anyone apart without consequences.

But that didn't mean he was wrong about what he said sometimes. He knew he didn't come from them both but he remembered how they treated him like their own. Ms Lily clearly being so in love with his mama too it made him giggle whenever she sang nursery rhymes, changing the lyrics to be ballads for his mama.

He wouldn't have that kind of love with his attendings, not the opportunity to love and make poetry and art for the couple he loved. He had some similarities, but he doesn't have a chance. Not like his Mama and Ms Lily did, not until-

“Huckleberry! You asleep still or what?!” Trinity's voice echoed around the apartment, bouncing off the walls until it reached his ears.

“In my room!” He called, a hand weakly trailing up to echo the sound so it went farther into the hallway.

Trinity peered around the corner, head peaking through the door checking he was fully dressed before stepping inside. “Are you jerking off? Why are you laying here doing nothing like a weirdo?” She joked, walking over to him to poke his forehead. He laughed, grabbing her wrist slightly before fake coughing on her hand.

There were brief times he heard Trinity scream, like the massive cockroach under the fridge from three months ago. The screech she had emitted had been so loud he had run out from the shower, towel around his waist and soap in his hair thinking Trinity had been in danger (what he thought he would do if she was, he still didn't know). She had been on top of the counter throwing knives from the knife block at it, he had killed it swiftly showing it mercy than than Trinity would have if she had managed to somehow cut it in half. He hasn't talked with her about it since then, holding onto that card in case he needed some kind of blackmail in the future.

She screeched like a banshee this time too, pulling her wrist away like he had burned her. He laughed when she gently hit him, sensing her humor in it because when she really was pissed she could leave a bruise that would last a month. She had to be tough growing up, though that would normally throw off others it wouldn't throw off Dennis who was raised by his father: the ultimate believer of ‘spare the rod, spoil the child’. Trinity, unlike his father, was kind, her heart was filled with liquid gold. They were good around each other, best friends until the end, or rather his end.

“Huckleberry? You good? Look, you're gonna shit yourself.” She asked, concern lacing her face, as she crossed her arms.

Oh, he hadn't even noticed he stopped laughing.

“Sorry Trin, just a bit tired. Think I'm coming up with something.” He gave, not going into much detail other than nudging his nose. She deflated with that, eyes softening as she uncrossed her arms.”Huck, we can always cancel if you're gonna get me sick, Yolo would be pissed if I brought that home.” She said, eyes trailing along the room and stopping on the leather box which he had left out, the dark brown stains of old blood staining the surface of the leather. 

“No! I-i’m good to hang out tonight!” He said, putting on a smile as he arranged the covers enough to allow him to get up and stand beside Trinity. The girls eyes quickly refocusing on him, suddenly guarded again. She gave a stiff nod, before leaving his room.

Dennis sighed, grabbing onto the box and using as much force as he could to slide it back under his bad without moving. The box clanking slightly against whatever else was under there once it had finally reached it's destination.

Ready to turn back and face the music.

The music being Trinity and her barrage of questions she was bound to have just from the box alone.

“HUCKLEBERRY, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE BEFORE I ORDER FOR YOU” Trinity’s gruff voice sounded out through the apartment.

“C-Coming!” He stuttered, taking one last look at the box, finally booking it out of his room before he became the source of Trinity's ire.

Though he may have been a minute too late from where she had been thumbing a countertop for dust. “What is this? Did you even clean when I was gone?” She spat, looking back at Dennis and holding her thumb and forefinger up as if she was presenting evidence. She was, but that didn't mean he liked it.

“I didn't have time.” Dennis said, willing his voice not to shake. He hated lying, hated lying to Trinity more.

“Oh bullshit!-” Trinity said throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You have been lying around doing absolutely buttfuck nothing! What has been going on with you?!” Her voice filled with worry she hadn't been to mask fast enough.

“Nothing has been happening, I've just been-” he was interrupted by her scoffing loud enough to make him stop, looking up at her.

“What down in the dumps because you found out your crush is married? Doesn't mean you mope over it forever, we can take you out clubbing or something to help you get over it! Just say the word!” She said hands trailing through her hair, as she started to pace back and forth in the small kitchenette. The uncomfortable tickle in his throat increased at the mention of the attending.

“I don't feel comfortable third wheeling you and Garcia.” he muttered, already uncomfortable with this interaction. He didn't like confrontation, especially about his own shitty actions.

“You would not be third wheel-” 

“I would! You would just turn it into another date night I just happened to be around for!” he shouted, wincing at how loud his voice had gotten. Choosing to lower it for both of their sakes. Hoping to end this and eat shitty food and laugh at love island. 

“I'm happy she loves you, but sometimes it just feels like your rubbing it in my face.” He admitted, a hand rubbing at his arm in an attempt to soother the uncomfortable feeling welling up in his skin 

“.. That's how you feel?” she whispered, heartbreak filling her voice as she looked up at him. “My happiness is too much for you?” tears filling her eyes as she made eye contact with him.

“Trin no! I didn't mean it like tha-” his eyes widened at the implication, he could never be upset with her about that, though he couldn't directly express that as she continued.

“You want me to just be stupid old mopey Trinity Santos, eat takeout on the couch to help you feel needed! You feel wanted?!” She shouted, not pacing anymore but just furiously motioning with her hands as she did whenever she was truly upset.

“Trinity-”

“Let me tell you this Dennis! No one else was willing to help you when I found you! Not Robby, not Dana, not Mel, but me! Even at my worst I somehow found the energy to be your friend no matter how exhausting you were!” She shouted, eyes widening as she hugged herself. Silence settling around them, as Dennis's breath hitched.

“You-” he stopped, voice cracking slightly. “You think I'm exhausting?” he asked, clutching his hand to his chest.

“I-” she paused, turning away from him. “I'm going to Yolo’s place, don't wait up.” She practically ran towards the door, grabbing her purse and jacket and leaving the apartment like Dennis had lit her on fire.

The sound of the door slamming behind her sounded deafening in the still air.

“Okay.” He whispered to himself, choosing to return back to his room. Practically sprinting towards his desk while trying to get his wallet and nearly dead phone before returning to the kitchen.

His mother had journals, to keep track of the stages, of the rot, of her thoughts of her partner. He needed some, to be kept in the box. To account everything, not as an excuse but maybe as a reason for his terrible sinful behavior.

‘exhausting’

‘exhausting' 

‘What down in the dumps because you found out your crush is married?’

The faces of his mother and Ms Lily filled his mind, smiling and leaning on each other. A sob wracked his body, curling in on himself as a wave of weakness spread through his body like wild fire. Face squished against the hard wood of the desk as he sobbed harder at the realization that even without knowing she has hit the nail right on the head, he was exhausting and selfish, wanted both Dr Robby and Dr Abbott with everything in his bones.

This wasn't like his Mama and Ms Lily, where they loved each other so clearly that how they couldn't have run away together was an impossible thought if he ignored the fact that it happened. This wasn't like that, he had no chance of getting either Abbot or Robby, let alone both.

He found his wallet under a yellow college book notebook. Pausing as the gears in his brain began to turn.

He needed journals, Dennis obviously couldn't outright tell people what was happening, the best he could do was explain in the journals similar to his mother did. Maybe after his death the journals would be donated to the specialist in California for study.

He could document it better than his mother had, he was a doctor for Christ sake. If he was dying then he could at least help other people.

Dennis wiped the tears off his face, willing the cough that wanted to emerge down. He couldn't allow the flowers to control him, not this early. He still had work to do, and he wasn't about to allow his own shitty body to fuck that up for him yet.

~Ao3

The Healer Has The Bloodiest Hands

He wakes up two days later on a stained mattress in some backstreet doctor’s room in Tijuana. There are twelve stitches on his side, and the wound burns and itches but it doesn’t register fully; what he can’t shake is the phantom feeling of knives sticking out from his back, from his chest, blades cutting everywhere and sliding down his throat.

When Pope turns his head there is no Julia, and there is no J. Deran is by his side, alone, with red eyes and greasy hair so tangled that Pope wonders distractedly if they are going to have to cut it to get rid of the matted locks. His clothes are fucked beyond repair but what hits Pope the most is how he is bent over himself, like he feels so heavy his bones cannot handle the weight. Pope looks around for Craig, to ask him what’s wrong with Deran, but the room is bare and empty.

“Where’s Craig?” Pope croaks.

--

or:

Pope survives and starts a new life under the name of Jack Abbot

~ Smau

Untitled Hucklerabbot Smau

(Also on TikTok in video format!)

The hospital decides to post some pictures of the fundraiser they held after a year from Pittfest. Things get complicated for Dennis Whitaker when his estranged brothers see them

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