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ok bai enjoy the fic, buckluvr probably going into hibernation for another 2 months

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I saw your posts asking for requests and here I am

I was wondering if you could do a Bob version of the Bucky x readers first kiss you wrote a while ago? I LOVED that one so much and I would love to read something like that with Bob

(I can’t remember if I requested this already so if I did I’m sorry)

ok so hi, this was from JANUARY. it is now AUGUST. i am SO SORRY IT HAS BEEN 8 MONTHS. just shoot me already gosh.

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Being an assistant for the Thunderbolts was not an easy job. In fact, you probably would have been better off with being a cashier at an old gas station. No screaming arguments heard down the corridors, no emergency first aid calls from certain missions, and most definitely not as much stress as being the one and only assistant for the chaotic group.

But if you were being honest, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Being the team’s cherished assistant has granted you with so much love and support from the infamous teammates. You’ve basically become one of them. Val hired you as an assistant, but in reality it meant the one who keeps them all in order.

You’ve grown particularly close with Yelena and Bob. Yelena has her own ways of showing her appreciation for you. That being leaving small chocolates around the tower before they leave for a mission, or making an extra plate of food at dinnertime.

Bob on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He’s way too nervous to make kind gestures because he’s too scared to fuck it up. So he keeps to himself, often grazing his arm against yours in a way that says “Thank you.”.

You know he’s scared to share his feelings. You also know that he’s head over heels for you. So, with that being said, you wanted to test out just how far you could take it before he breaks.

You started off with the small things. Standing closer to him in meetings. Sharing a straw. Sharing a blanket on movie night. His nervousness never wore off when he was around you, always a slight stutter in his voice or a gap in his breathing.

As the weeks went by, you levelled up your tactics.

The first incident was in the kitchen after everyone had gone to bed. You were searching the shelves for a late night snack when Bob walked in. He was in his pyjamas, being at least 3am, it was no surprise.

As you turned around, his eyes searched around the room for something to be suddenly interested in, in order to avoid embarrassing himself in front of you.

That didn’t work, obviously.

“Hey Bob.” you said.

“H-hey.” he stuttered, face going red as his own words betrayed him.

“Do you know if we have any more of those brownies Yelena made the other day?”

You asked innocently, fully knowing they were on the shelf above you.

“Above you, the uh- the shelf above you.”

“Oh! Yeah.” you replied.

You reached your arm up, fully aware that your pyjama top was being pulled upwards over the dip of your waist in the process.

You could practically hear Bob’s heart stop.

As you brought the box of brownies down to the counter, you managed a quick glance at him. He looked frozen in time, face red, body still and breathing, well… nonexistent.

You let out a quiet giggle at his awkwardness and bit into a brownie as you pushed yourself away from the counter. Walking past him, you shoved a brownie into his hands and fled the scene. God knows he was still frozen for at least 10 minutes after you left.

Incident two: The interview. A news station had called the New Avengerz up for an interview about their latest mission. Val, being the press lover she is, agreed almost immediately. And now here you were, sat between an annoyed John Walker, and an even more nervous Bob Reynolds. In a mini-bus. For 2 hours.

The drive started off quiet, only the noise of occasional yawns or sighs. That was until Yelena and Alexei decided to start arguing about something (probably stupid) and now the only thing keeping you sane was the feeling of Bob’s leg pressed against yours.

You could practically sense the nerves radiating off of Bob’s body, he was almost shaking. He’d never been good with popularity, or confrontation in any way. You weren’t surprised considering his past.

So, you did what any friend would do, and you held his hand gently in yours. He managed a glance at you, and the second he saw your precious smile he melted instantly. His face became red, again, and his breathing quickened. Of course, you noticed this and couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle.

Incident three: Jealousy looks good on him. Being the assistant didn’t always mean you were following Val around 24/7. Sometimes, the team kidnapped you on the quiet days and made you train with them. Something about you needing a better social life, whatever that means.

John had his fists up high, and you held up the training pads to contain his punches. You could feel Bob’s gaze on you both. His brows were furrowed and he definitely wasn’t concentrating on training. He was missing punches left right and centre, all because he was too trained on the fact that you and Walker were way too close to each other for his liking.

Once he was sure he’d had enough, he made up a lame excuse and fled the training room in mere seconds. Yelena, being his training partner was clearly confused on why he’d basically ran out.

You excused yourself, and began speed-walking in the direction of Bob. As you approached his bedroom door, you could hear the sound of his shower spraying. You opened the door, and sat on his bed.

Approximately 10 minutes later, Bob walked out of the bathroom wearing his pyjamas, and hair dripping all over the carpet. Once he noticed you were there, an awkward silence filled the room.

“Why- uhm. Why are you in my room?” He asked, leaning against his wardrobe.

“Why did you run away from training?” You replied to his question, with a question.

His jealousy was hot, you couldn’t even deny it.

“I didn…”

“Yes, you did.”

His head dropped, like a child who’d been caught eating candy from the jar. He knew you knew. Great, just his luck.

“I think…” You began, standing up from his bed and walking towards him. “You were jealous.”

“Hah- Jealous of who, of what?” He replied, fumbling over his words. He wasn’t looking at you now, but you could sense the nervousness in his tone.

“Of Walker, because he was allowed to touch me, and be close to me.” You smiled, “I think someone’s got a little crush, hm Bob?”

He gulped, and dared to look up at you. He expected you to look at him in disgust, to tell him to fuck off. Instead, you had a look of pure love in your eyes, he’d never seen that before. He hesitated for a long moment, before silently nodding.

Your smile widened, knowing you’d just gotten him to admit.

You didn’t waste a second, not when you’d been waiting this long. You kissed him gently, hands on the back of his neck. He took a minute to process what was happening, but he slowly brought his hands to your waist and pulled you closer.

And that, was the start of something big.

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oh em gosh hello guys its been like 2 months

ive been working non stop

deffo not going insane

anyways!

im gonna go write a lil somethin ill be back in t-minus-30 minutes

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ok headcannons lets go. bob headcannons lets go. sfw lets go. nsfw lets go

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sfw

• bob enjoys listening to you talk about your interests. sometimes he doesn’t actually know what you’re talking about but he listens anyway because he loves the sound of your voice.

• he has a box under his bed filled with receipts from your first few dates, tags from stuff you bought him, polaroid pictures you took with him when you first got together. he treasures that box.

• whenever you’re doing something (that being cooking, training, planning the next missions, or even doing your hair or makeup), he’s always lingering around you like a lost puppy. he often asks if you need any help, even if you’re doing the most simple task ever.

• he once cried in secret when you ordered him doordash when he was sick. you were on a mission and sent soup and his favourite drink to the tower. he felt so loved.

nsfw

• there’s two sides to bob. sometimes, he’s willing to take control. he won’t hesitate to flip you over and thrust into you in a deep rhythm. he’ll lap at your pussy until you’re crying and begging him to let you finish. other times, he’s the one begging and whining. he’ll constantly ask if he’s doing a good job, and your words will just push him closer to his breaking point. he gets off on knowing he’s making you feel good. when he laps at your pussy with determination, he’s uncontrollably rutting into the mattress. what, he can’t help it?! not when your making such beautiful sounds.

• he loves to do it in the shower. there’s just something so mesmerising about the feeling of hot water dripping down his back as you suck on his pretty cock.

• one time when you were on a mission with the others, he was at the tower and you facetimed late at night. he would never admit it, but he was sooo hard watching your tits bounce up and down in your flimsy black tank top. he had a physically restrain himself from making any noise.

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just a lil something i cooked up right as we speak cuz im sick and i have nothing else to do - 18+

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the tower hummed quietly, harmonising with the noise of the busy early morning traffic of new york city. you’d been woken up by the chatter of your other teammates walking past your room. they’d recently been sent on a 3 day mission by val, leaving only you and john behind. val said it was because there wasn’t enough room on the jet for you both, but in your opinion she just hated you and decided to leave you behind with the man that pissed you off the most.

as you heard them retreat to their rooms, you swung your legs out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. there’s no way you’d be able to go back to sleep now, not with the rising sun beaming in your eyes.

as the kettle boiled, a familiar heavy set of footsteps could be heard approaching. you knew it was him before he even walked through the door. john entered the kitchen wearing his gym clothes. you gathered he’s already been training by the sweat on his forehead. he grabbed the bottom of his tank top and brought it up to his face. you caught yourself staring at his soft tummy in that moment, and immediately hated yourself for it.

“you gonna keep staring?” he began, “or do you actually need something?”

such an asshole.

“i wasn’t staring, and no, i don’t want anything.” you spat back.

he hummed a response, and turned to open the fridge. he grabbed a water and began walking back toward the counter

there was a cut near his eyebrow, badly patched over. his knuckles were raw, you guessed he went too hard in training and didn’t wrap his hands. he does that a lot.

you poured hot water into your mug, suddenly remembering the reason you’re here to begin with. you watch him over the rising steam.

“rough night?” you ask, suddenly feeling the awkwardness in the air. john leaned back against the counter beside you, eyes fixed somewhere ahead.

“depends.” he says, monotone.

“on what?”

he exhaled through his nose, trying to calm his breathing.

“how much i feel like lying.”

you smiled despite yourself. that, apparently, got his attention. out of the corner of your eye, you caught him looking at you properly now. you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze.

looking down at your mug, your brain struggles to find words to keep the conversation going.

“seriously, why are you training at 4am? the sun is only just rising.” you say with a nervous smile.

“don’t think you wanna hear about it.” he says with a huff, looking out toward the busy streets of manhattan.

“you can talk to me y’know? you’re an asshole and all but i’m not, and i’m a good listener” you’re rambling now. “and that’s obviously only if you want to, you don’t have to if you don..”

“i had a nightmare.”

the words catch you off guard. for a second, all you can do is blink at him, fingers tightening slightly around the warm ceramic of your mug.

you hadn’t expected that, not from him, anyway.

“i- um… what about?” you ask, voice quieter now, careful. john’s expression shifts almost immediately, like he regrets saying it in the first place. his jaw tenses and he looks away, dragging a hand over the back of his neck.

“i don’t wanna get into it too much,” he says after a moment, quieter than before. “but i just couldn’t go back to sleep.”

you glance down into your tea, it’s only then that you realize he’s closer now. when did that happen? at some point while you’d been fumbling over your response, john had shifted beside you, leaning against the counter next to you. close enough that if you moved your arm even slightly, it would brush against his.

you stare very hard at your mug.

“well…” you mumble. “that sucks.”

there’s a beat of silence.

“…that your professional advice?”

you look over at him, immediately catching the smallest hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. you narrow your eyes. “i was trying to be sympathetic.”

“you’re not very good at it.” he adds with a short laugh.

“okay, mean.”

a quiet laugh escapes him. it’s soft. almost kinda cute. and somehow hearing it makes something in your chest tighten.

this version of john feels strange. less guarded.

you don’t think you’ve seen him smile once since getting here almost 5 months ago.

he notices you staring.

again.

“what?” he asks. you shake your head quickly.

“nothing.”

he hums quietly, tilting his head just enough to look at you properly.

and god.

why are his eyes so blue up close? you force yourself to look away.

“you nervous or somethin’?” he asks, eyes knowing.

you nearly choke on your tea. “what? no.”

“right.”

you turn toward him, offended. “i’m not nervous.”

he raises an eyebrow. “you’ve been looking everywhere except at me for the last thirty seconds.”

heat rushes to your face so fast it’s almost embarrassing. “maybe i just don’t like looking at you.”

there’s a pause. then john smiles again. smaller this time.

“that sounded more convincing in your head, didn’t it?” you groan quietly and look down at the counter.

“i hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

his response comes so easily that it makes you look back at him. he’s already watching you. closer than before. close enough now that the air suddenly feels warmer.

then john glances down at your mug.

“…what are you drinking?”

you blink.

“tea.”

he nods toward it.

“is it any good?”

you stare at him suspiciously.

“…are you trying to steal my tea?”

“maybe.”

you hold it a little closer to yourself instinctively. he laughs under his breath.

“wow.”

“what?”

“you really don’t trust me at all, huh?”

you glance up at him.

“…should i?”

john doesn’t answer straight away. instead he just looks at you for a second, something quieter settling over his expression. then he shrugs lightly.

“…probably not.”

you don’t know why but that makes you smile. john notices the smile before you can hide it. you know he does, because something in his expression shifts slightly, like he hadn’t expected that reaction from you. like maybe he’d been waiting for awkward sympathy, or worse, pity.

for a moment, neither of you speak. the silence settles around the kitchen in a way that feels strangely comfortable now, softer than before. somewhere deeper in the compound, pipes hum faintly through the walls, but otherwise everything is still. through the window just behind john, the sky has started changing colors, dark navy fading slowly into pale gold as the first traces of sunlight stretch lazily over the horizon.

you risk another glance at him.

bad idea. apparently, you stare a second too long because after a few seconds, he tilts his head slightly and says, almost amused, “you do that a lot.”

you blink and immediately look away, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. “do what?”. when you glance back, he’s already looking at you properly now, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he answers, “look at me like that.”

heat immediately creeps up your neck.

you let out a nervous little breath and shake your head. “i- i don’t know what you mean.”

he hums softly, clearly unconvinced. “sure.”

“i’m not looking at you weirdly.”

“i didn’t say weirdly.”

that makes you look back at him again. john’s already watching you, and for a second, neither of you say anything. the sunrise spilling through the kitchen window catches against the side of his face, warm golden light tracing over the sharp line of his jaw and softening every part of him that usually looks so guarded.

you shift awkwardly against the counter, trying very hard not to think about how close he still is. “okay,” you mutter, forcing yourself to sound normal, “then what did you mean?”

he studies you for a second like he’s deciding whether or not he actually wants to answer honestly. eventually, he lets out a quiet breath and says, “like you’re trying to figure me out.”

you glance down at the mug in your hands before shrugging lightly. “maybe i am.”

his eyebrows lift slightly at that. “why?”

you hesitate. it suddenly feels a lot harder to act casual with him looking at you like this. still, after a second, you mumble, “because you confuse me.”

there’s immediate amusement in his voice when he repeats, “i confuse you?”

“yeah,” you say, finally looking over at him again. “you spend all day acting like you hate everyone here.”

he gives you a look.

“that’s not true.”

you tilt your head slightly. “you glared at alexei for ten straight minutes during briefing.”

“because he wouldn’t stop talking.” he rolled his eyes.

“you snapped at yelena for handing you a file.”

without missing a beat, he replies, “she threw it at me.”

despite yourself, you laugh. john pauses the second he hears it. and suddenly, he’s staring at you again. not teasing this time. just watching. there’s something different in his expression now, something softer than before, and suddenly you can’t remember why standing this close to him had started feeling normal.

your stomach twists nervously.

he notices almost immediately. his eyes narrow just slightly, amused all over again, before he murmurs, “there it is.”

you frown immediately. “what?”

the smile spreading across his face now is smaller. easier. somehow way too charming for four in the morning. “you get all confident when you’re arguing with me,” he says quietly, shifting a little closer against the counter beside you. close enough now that if either of you moved even slightly, your shoulders would touch. “but then,” he continues, eyes fixed on yours now, “the second i actually look at you…”

his gaze flickers downward for half a second before returning to your face. “…you do that.”

you stare at him, pulse suddenly beating way too fast.“do what?” you ask, though your voice comes out quieter than intended.

he smiles. god, he smiles. and somehow that feels worse because now he looks pleased with himself.

“forget how to act normal.”

your mouth falls open immediately. “i do not-“

he laughs softly under his breath, shaking his head a little like he’s already won whatever game this is. “you’re doing it right now.” you can feel heat rushing into your face and immediately look away, muttering under your breath, “i hate you.”

for a second, neither of you move. then, much quieter now, warm enough that it catches you completely off guard, john says

“no.”

when you look back at him, he’s already smiling again.

“you really don’t.”

a sudden boost of confidence overcomes you, and you push yourself off the counter. you find yourself right in front of him, looking up at his face. his hands drop from the counter, suddenly looking like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

you shift closer to him, legs brushing against his. reaching out for his hands, you place them on your own hips as he instinctively pulls you closer.

and before you know it, he’s kissing you. his hands come up to your face, brushing softly as his lips fights against yours.

he breaks away first, suddenly breathing heavily.

“are you sure about this?” he manages to huff out, forehead pressed against yours.

“john.” you say.

“what?” he answers, hands still brushing against your skin.

“i want you to fuck me.”

his breathing goes from level hundred to zero in a split second. he looks at you, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke.

“i’m serious.” you say, before he can even muster up the courage to ask.

immediately, he grabs you. you squeal as he carries you out of the kitchen bridal style.

jesus christ

as you reach his room, he kicks the already half open door. he puts you down on the bed softly, before kicking himself onto it too. his hands are on you again, brushing your skin with ease.

“are you sure?” he asks, almost looking worried.

“wanna feel you,” you mutter “take off your clothes.”

he immediately does as he’s told, kicking off his shorts and practically ripping his tank top off his chest. this leaves him in only his boxers, and jesus, you can tell he’s huge.

“i don’t… um,” he says, you can tell he’s nervous.

“turn over, lie on your back.” you instruct.

again, he does as he’s told.

you flip yourself and straddle his hips with your thighs. you can feel him rutting his bulge into your clothed pussy. all the while kissing your face, until he does something that you would be hearing in your dreams for the next ten years.

he whimpers. john walker fucking whimpers.

his movements stop immediately, and his face is plastered with a deep blush. you can’t help but smile, he looks so cute like this.

“sorry, i’m just uh..” he mutters, looking anywhere but at your face.

“john, look at me.” you say. he looks at you hesitantly.

“that might actually be the hottest thing you’ve ever done.” you admit.

his cock grows even harder at your words, if that’s even possible at this point. you kiss him passionately, all the while reaching back to feel his neglected cock. as you break apart from his lips, he lets out a deep moan as you massage his cock. he’s heavy in your hands.

“take your boxers off.”

“you’re still fully clothed, i think this is highly unfair.” he mumbles under his breath.

you let out a genuine giggle at his nervousness. you swing yourself off of his body as you begin to take your pyjamas off. his eyes stay fixed on you the whole time. his eyes widen as you take your top off, tits bouncing gracefully in your bra. you resume your position on his body.

he lifts his hands up to the clasp of your bra.

“can i?” he gestures.

“please.”

the bra unclasps immediately, and your tits fall perfectly. he lets out another quiet whimper. by now, his boxers have been discarded somewhere in his room. flip yourself off of his body and land sideways, suddenly even closer to his angry cock. you decide to tease him a little, and run your finger over the tip of his cock.

he moans loudly, like he’s been waiting for this moment all his life.

“shh, don’t wanna wake up the whole tower now, do we?” you tut.

“sorry.. s-sorry.” he apologises.

you finally wrap your hand around his cock, giving him a gentle squeeze. you can see him physically restraining himself from moaning. as you begin to move your hand up and down his sensitive member, he lets out quiet whimpers that makes your pussy even wetter.

“i-if you keep going li…like that this is gonna be over really soon.” he groans.

“we have as much time as we want, baby. you wanna cum for me?” you say in the sexiest voice you have.

he nods quickly, while looking down at your face. his left hand is squeezing the sheets so tight his knuckles have turned white.

you move your hand faster, as your other comes up to play with his sensitive nipples. the double stimulation makes his hips rut up into your hand.

“pl-please” he moans, “i’m so close”

“cum for me baby.” you whisper, leaning your head down to his cock, wrapping your lips around his tip.

“ohmygodohmygodimcumming”

this tips him over, and he lets out a guttural moan as he releases into your mouth. you stroke him through his intense orgasm.

as his breathing begins to calm down, the room is quieter than before. that is, before he cuts through the silence with a sentence that will stick with you for the rest of your life.

“i want to make you cum with just my mouth.”

oh, you’re in for a treat.

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aaand i’m hard

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GUYS

im sorry ive like basically abandoned my hucklerobby series im actually so busy

like BUSY BUSY

im working so much but at least i got money😝

anyways im gonna get back to it soon

bye bye freaklings xoxox

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guys can we normalise being a teenager and not wanting to go to work and just wanting to stay home and watch the pitt and read fanfics

thanks x

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this is the part 2 for my last text post :) plz be aware that there is a written part in the middle of this as well as the start. i just thought it would give u guys some context👅 content warning for; alcohol usage, throwing up, suggestive content but no smut (next part trust👀).

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As Dennis steps out into the cold dark alleyway of Robby’s apartment, his mind is rushing with thoughts. What if Robby’s mad at him for last night? What if he says he never wants to see him again? What if he actually hates him?

His hands are knocking on Robby’s door before his mind can even process it. He hears shuffling inside, then the door swings open to reveal a very underdressed and tired looking Robby. He’s not wearing a shirt, and the only thing keeping him from being completely naked is his blue striped boxers. Dennis can’t help but notice the very obvious happy trail that makes it way down below the waistband of Robby’s underwear.

They stand there for a second, waiting for the other to say something. Robby eventually has enough, and manages to get a sentence out without stuttering.

“Come in, Den.” He shifts aside to let Dennis in. As Dennis walks, Robby’s gaze is set on him the entire time.

Robby’s apartment isn’t huge, but it’s definitely his style. There are shelves plastered across the walls, holding books that definitely haven’t been touched in over a decade. The rug under the coffee table has definitely been tripped over a few times tonight, proven by the flipped edge. Dennis subtly kicks the edge over, while keeping his gaze wandering around the room. He doesn’t want to make this more awkward than it already is.

“So… why did you want me to come over?” Dennis muttered. He gathers the courage to look up at Robby before he immediately averts his gaze back to the floor. Robby takes a step forwards and takes Dennis’ hand in his.

“Did you mean those stuff you said last night?” He repeats his question from earlier.

“Robby, I was drunk. But it wasn’t all lies.”

“God, I feel like such a bad person for having these feelings. I mean, I’m your boss after all.” Robby slurs.

“What feelings?” Dennis asks, locking his eyes with Robby’s.

A dry silence fills the air between them both, before Robby takes a step back. His face goes pale, and his hands come up to his face. He runs towards the kitchen sink before ultimately throwing up the alcohol in his system. He heaves into the sink, all the while spitting out apologies and quiet “Denny”s

“S’ok. It’s okay, Robby. I’m here.” Dennis comforts him, a hand on Robby’s shoulder.

After Robby overcomes the wave of nausea, Dennis guides him to his bedroom.

“Come, lie down.” Dennis waits until Robby’s settled in bed before he goes back to the kitchen and cleans the sink without complaint. Working in the emergency department will desensitise you to things like this. He grabs a glass and fills it with water, and grabs some ibuprofen and sets them on Robby’s bedside table. As soon as he’s sure Robby’s asleep, he quietly slips out of the apartment.

The emergency department is (for once) fairly quiet. Dennis finishes up with his patient before making his way to the staff room. His hands are almost shaking, and his heart is beating loud enough that he can hear it in his ears. He’s worrying that Robby will only tell him to fuck off and that will be the end of it.

As his hand curls around the door, he’s met with a very stressed looking Robby, as well as a very nosy looking Dana.

“Hey.” Dennis speaks up through the silence of the room.

Both Robby and Dana whip their heads around towards the door at the sound of Dennis’ voice. Dana takes a quick glance at his nervous stance, and returns her gaze towards Robby. She gives him a questionable look before smirking and backing away towards the door.

As soon as Dana is out of sight, Robby’s whole body relaxes. His tense shoulders drop as well as the breath he was apparently holding.

Dennis takes a seat at the table, and Robby follows.

“So.” Robby starts. “What do you need to talk about?”

Dennis gives him a look that’s best described as ‘you know what the fuck i want to talk about’.

“I already told you that I want to talk about last night, with you being sober now and all.” Dennis adds to the conversation.

“What is there to say? I was drunk and I messed up.”

“Why are you being such a dick, Robby?”

“Because I’m scared.”

Robby’s broken tone shatters Dennis’ heart.

“Scared of what?” Dennis asks, his tone a lot calmer and more comforting this time.

“I’m scared that if I say the wrong thing that I’ll scare you off, I thought I had last night.”

“You didn’t,” Dennis confirms. “-I promise you didn’t.”

Robby relaxes at this statement. His eyes flick up towards Dennis, a newfound grin on his face.

“Why are you smiling.” Dennis huffs, although the smile on his face does nothing to back up his failed attempt at acting mad.

Robby shifts in his seat and looks up at Dennis.

“Do you wanna come over tonight? I’ll make some food, we can watch something?”

“Yeah, I’d uh- I’d like that.” Dennis replied.

As Dennis starts to make his way to the door, he’s stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Robby spins him around and Dennis lets out a surprised huff.

Their faces are inches away from each other, Dennis can hear his heart beat in his ears.

“I think we have a few seconds to spare.” Robby says before he lunges forwards and kisses Dennis.

Dennis lets out yet another surprised gasp at Robby’s bold move, but his hands travel up to the older man’s hair nevertheless.

Robby suddenly pulls back, leaving Dennis almost whining from the loss of contact. He fixes his hair and spins around.

“See you tonight, Den.” He says, before leaving the staff room.

Dennis is left sweaty, red and absolutely wanting more.

The day goes by quickly, just a couple more patients and Dennis is free to go home with Robby.

•••••

part 3 soon i promise👀

[bvckybvrness]

im mid assignment in college writing this but i wanted to let yall jnow rhat im gonna be doing the pt 2 of the text post tonight sincr the whole fuck thing got deleted last night lolz. many typos but what can ya do when typing under a desk

bye bye

[bvckybvrness]

dude i just wrote a whole part 2 to my hucklerobby text post and it didnt save right so now i have NOTHING

[bvckybvrness]

hucklerobby texts (made by me🫡), i’ll probs make a part 2 if u guys like this!

more?

[bvckybvrness]

holy fuck i didnt expect so many requests for my last post

THANKYOU GUYS

i also want to say that although i am very happy with the amount of requests, i cannot promise speed cause i am TIRED as hell and i have a shit ton of college deadlines due soon!

TY FREAKLINGS

[bvckybvrness]

okay fuck it anyone who wants a frank langdon, dennis whitaker or lit anyone from The Pitt fic PLEASE send me your requests‼️

can be of any genre just not hurt no comfort im not stable enough to do that unfortunately💁‍♀️

peace out freaklings

[bvckybvrness]

guys help me ive started watching the pitt now.

im currently in the middle of watching…

- the pitt

- the rookie

- 9-1-1

- greys anatomy

🫩🫩🫩

there’s way too much similarities in these shows that i keep confusing which characters are in which show. HELP.

сука

[bvckybvrness]

im COOKED

ive just gone onto my college assignments deadlines and i’ve missed THREE that were due yesterday.

oh my dear god everyone pray for me im actually finna get beat up

#ripbvckybvrness

[bvckybvrness]

hiii everyone

just coming on here to say that i have been so fuckin busy with college and work that i have had absolutely no time to get to u guys’ requests!

i now have 3 weeks off of college so hopefully i can get to them soon

loveyall