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[whydon-twego]

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Some of you asked for a link when I decided to post something. The time has come, I suppose. Again, it's just a pwp. Read the tags and if you like leave a comment :) Thank you to @247merthur for being my beta for this!

[whydon-twego]

Robby's awakening

Robby sees the woman’s smile twist slightly to one side as he turns down her drink -nothing personal, really, he’s just not in the mood to sleep with a stranger right now- and walks away, swaying her hips exaggeratedly without saying a word.

Robby turns back to Jack, who, on the other hand, seems very interested in the figure walking away.

Robby just wants a quiet evening tonight. It’s been ages since he and Jack have had a free evening together, and he’s perfectly happy to sit at the bar drinking scotch until he has to call a cab to stagger home.

“You okay, brother?”

Jack is looking at him as if Robby had grown a second head, and Robby doesn’t understand why.

“As okay as someone in charge of an ER who hasn’t taken a vacation in 20 years can be, why do you ask?”

Jack doesn’t take his eyes off him as he downs the scotch in one gulp.

“Because you just turned down the very embodiment of your ideal woman without batting an eye. And you turned down the one before that, and the one before that” and Jack looks at him as if Robby should immediately understand the problem, but honestly, he doesn’t see one. Can’t he just enjoy a night out with his best friend?

Robby shrugs and takes a sip of scotch.

“I’m tired, and it’s been forever since we’ve spent time together.”

Jack stares at him in disbelief.

“Are you dying?”

“For fuck’s sake,” Robby feels a headache coming on and doesn’t know if it’s from the fourth scotch or this absurd conversation about his sex life. Or the lack of it. “Can’t a guy just go out for a drink and that’s it?”

“Sure. Once in a while. But it’s been months since I’ve seen a woman hanging around you or seen you go out with someone from the upper floors that you can dump after a few weeks.”

Apparently, you can’t even go out for a drink in peace.

“I don’t know what you want to hear, brother. I’m not interested, I don’t feel like it, I’m not in the mood. I can’t give you any other reason than that. Can we move on now?”

But apparently Jack isn’t going to let it go, and Robby realizes he’s got the completely wrong idea when he sees Jack smiling slyly, as if he’s figured it all out when there’s really nothing to figure out.

“Do you maybe have a crush on someone, Robby?”

Robby sighs, rolls his eyes, and opens his mouth to say no -because there’s no one new in his life, and Jack knows that well, so how could he possibly have a crush on anyone?

But then an image of dark-blond hair pops into his mind. So curly that Robby would love to run his fingers through it. Blue eyes smiling at him, with the dark circles under them that never go away. A goofy smile that pops up every time Robby speaks to him, and they exchange a few jokes even when the ER is packed and the situation is dire. He sees broad shoulders that he rests a hand on whenever he gets the chance, and their hands rising into fists and clasping together every time they resolve a situation together.

And oh.

Oh.

Fuck.

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

dennis being the possessive one. every time robby does a sex thing with dennis for the first time he's like "haha you're so good at that :) who taught you that :) no seriously who taught you that :)))" and robby has to be like "baby, i am fifty four years old. i am sorry that i didn't save myself for you, but i cannot go back in time and change that."

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

[whydon-twego]

Grumpy Dennis

When Dennis is really, really tired, he gets grumpy, and Robby finds him adorable.

He complains about all sorts of things -from it being too hot to headaches to there being too much light, and so on.

Once he even complained because Robby was hugging him on the couch -it was summer and it was too hot- but two minutes after he’d moved a little further away, he was back in Robby’s arms, muttering something in a whiny tone that Robby didn’t actually hear but found utterly delightful.

And so, every time Dennis starts to get a little grumpier, Robby lets him sleep a little longer, making coffee and eggs just the way Dennis likes them, before waking him up.

They order food so Dennis doesn’t have to cook (because Robby might be able to scramble a couple of eggs, but it’s better if he stays away from the stove), and Robby then clears the table and washes the dishes, before giving Dennis a shoulder massage -which immediately relaxes him- and then they curl up on the couch, with Dennis not wanting to go to bed right away because he feels lonely without Robby and dozes off as soon as the TV turns on.

And Robby loves those moments because Dennis completely lets his guard down. It wasn’t always like this. At first, Dennis never complained -too worried that Robby would get tired of him- but little by little, when Dennis realized that Robby wasn’t going anywhere, he opened up more and more, and Robby loves this more than he can say.

Plus, there’s also the upside of always having Dennis in his arms, with Dennis resting his head on his shoulder and breathing on his neck.

And then a soft whisper.

“I love you”

Robby is the happiest man in the world.

[darklynoon-deactivated20170407]

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This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!

[whydon-twego]

When Dennis is sick, he doesn't want to bother anyone. He takes his meds and goes to sleep. Still, Michael spoils him, because -well- he's a doctor and that's his boyfriend.

When Michael gets sick... he's a nightmare. Lamenting all day long and wants a lot of attention, lucky him, his boyfriend is more than happy to spoil him rotten.

[whydon-twego]

Robby and Dennis are fuckbaddies. Nothing more, nothing less. Dennis doesn’t even remember how it happened; he just knows that at some point they talked about it, and Robby made it clear right away that they shouldn’t get emotionally involved if they were thinking of starting something like this, because it could only end badly -and Dennis nodded vigorously, because, as usual, Dennis is an idiot.

Because it might very well be that he’s not in love with Robby -that his is just a small, trivial, truly tiny crush- but what if your crush touches you in bed as if you were the most precious thing in the world and fucks you as if it were the last time on earth?

Well, yeah, Dennis isn't exactly the brightest guy, but he doesn't feel like blaming himself entirely either, because when Robby looks at him, smiles, puts a hand on his shoulder, or talks about a friends with benefits arrangement, Dennis's brain just shuts down. How can you blame him?

And how can he keep his crush from turning into something more when Robby’s hands grab his hips and slam him onto the mattress, ordering him to stay still with that low, hoarse voice, full of control, that makes Dennis tremble right to the center of his chest?

How can he avoid becoming dependent on this man when Robby is dissecting him piece by piece, stripping him of every coherent thought, and drawing him into a world that Dennis has never known before meeting him?

How can he keep his word when all the relationships (few, brief, fleeting) he had before Robby didn't have even a tenth of the intensity he feels for him?

Dennis is trembling, moaning; he knows he’s begging to come while Robby tells him no, while Robby brings him so close that Dennis gasps harder and feels his muscles twitch, but then he stops, and Dennis doesn’t know how he has all this self-control -he doesn’t know how Robby manages to stay still, just a few beads of sweat on his temples and down his neck, while Dennis is literally trembling and begging- but Robby looks at him with deep eyes and an adoring smile, and Jesus fuck, how the hell could Dennis possibly remain unaffected?

“Please, please, please,” Dennis pleads again, because Robby has been going at it for hours, and Dennis is sure that soon he’ll have no breath left in his lungs and that tomorrow he won’t even be able to walk.

But Robby is relentless, and he starts all over again, pushing him to the brink of the abyss and pulling him back, and so on for who knows how many times, until finally Dennis comes, his voice choked off -almost a hiss- because he’s been begging for so long that he’s lost his voice.

And Dennis’s mind suddenly goes silent.

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know where he is, he can no longer feel the tips of his fingers or toes -he only knows that it feels like he’s been coming for an endless time, his abs are contracting, and Dennis is crying- out of relief, out of loss, because it’s the most beautiful moment of his entire life—and his ears are ringing, and Dennis doesn’t know where he is, but he knows he’s safe, that he’s protected, that he feels wonderful, and that he can rest.

Dennis comes to -he doesn’t even know how much time has passed- all he knows is that his body feels heavy, that his mind is still foggy, and that Robby is holding him close and whispering things that Dennis would like to hear for the rest of his life.

You did so good, sweetheart.

So precious.

Everything is okay, you are okay, I got you.

And Dennis knows he should say something, respond, get up, go wash up, and leave like he does every single time, but Dennis also feels like he’s on the verge of bursting into tears, and he doesn’t want to leave the spot next to Robby, and when Robby starts to move, Dennis clings to him with all his might.

“I’m just going to get a towel to clean you up.”

But Dennis shakes his head, opens his mouth to beg him not to go, to beg him to stay, but nothing comes out except a sob. And Dennis cries. And he’s mortified because what’s going on? But Robby doesn’t seem upset by it; on the contrary, he settles himself more comfortably in bed and pulls Dennis close, Dennis’s face nestled in the crook of Robby’s neck as he cries as if there were no tomorrow, and Robby strokes his back, his hair, kisses his forehead, whispers sweet words that Dennis wants to engrave in his heart, and doesn’t let him go for even a moment.

It wasn't until many hours later that Dennis woke up in the middle of the night and realized he was still at Robby's house, in his bed, resting against his chest as it rose and fell, and Dennis realized he must have fallen asleep at some point and, horrified, began to panic.

Because they don't do those kinds of things. Because Dennis doesn't stay over at Robby's, because as soon as they're done, Dennis leaves, because he doesn't want to impose himself, even though Robby very often asks him to stay for dinner or to stay and watch a movie -but Dennis knows Robby is just too kind to tell him to leave- and so now Dennis has absolutely no idea what to do.

It’s warm in Robby’s bed. It feels comfortable, and Robby’s chest rising and falling lulls him back to sleep, and Dennis doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do -get dressed and leave in the middle of the night? He doesn’t even know what time it is; he doesn’t even know where his clothes are, and he’d have to feel around for them. Maybe he could manage it; he doesn’t want to disturb Robby, but if-

“Go back to sleep”

Robby’s voice is hoarse from sleep and so close to Dennis’s ear that he feels himself shiver. And maybe that’s the right moment to pull away from Robby and give him some space and-

But Robby wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him closer -as if that were even possible- buries his nose in Dennis’s hair, and lets out such a deep sigh that when the air leaves his mouth, he seems to relax completely, as if having Dennis right there beside him helps him feel more at ease.

Dennis really can’t stay. If he’s having such stupid thoughts now, there’s no way he won’t find himself completely in love with his attending in less than a week.

But he can’t bring himself to leave. It’s already too much for him.

“Robby…” Dennis whispers against Robby’s chest, the hair on his chest tickling Dennis’s cheek.

"Mh?"

Dennis touches one of his pecs, plays with the chain Robby wears even while he sleeps, runs his fingers through his chest hair, and thinks that maybe this will be the last time he’ll be able to do something like this.

“I’m an idiot,” and he knows Robby will understand because Robby always understands everything.

Robby makes a sound of agreement that reverberates in his throat, and Dennis can hear it right next to his ear.

Robby holds him a little tighter.

“Yeah, but I’m an idiot too”

[whydon-twego]

Robby wants to get in shape for Dennis because Dennis is young, is beautiful and Robby is already lucky to have him, he shouldn't get too comfortable because he knows Dennis can do better than him. When Dennis finds out that Robby is trying to get rid of his belly fat, he looks at him as if Robby were doing him a personal wrong, grabs his belly, looks at him straight in the eye, and threatens him with very serious consequences if he even tries it again.

[whydon-twego]

Thinking about King Michael and Prince Dennis and yeah, guess I have another story to write.

[whydon-twego]

Dennis's family has always made him feel like he wasn't good enough.

His relationship with Robby is helping him change his mind.

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[hucklerobby0bsessed]

Hucklerobby Secret!relationship where Dennis and Robby totally know each other's phone passcodes.

One time Dennis needs to google something or wants to order food but his phone is dead so he takes Robby's that is laying somewhere at the hub and just unlocks it and uses it in front of a wide-eyed Dana and a open-mouth Princess.

Soon everyone knows about it and is shocked by what Dennis did. The rumor mill works faster than ever and before the shift ends everyone thinks Robby is Dennis sugar daddy and they are not half wrong...🤭

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

trinity, crashing out over victoria: 6 years doesn’t seem like a huge age gap but when you think about it, she barely started highschool when covid hit, you know ? when she talks to me about her tiktok trends and i understand absolutely nothing, i realise how young she actually is and i feel like a pervert !

robby, shirtless in her kitchen after spending the night with dennis: oh my god you’re a monster santos how dare you take advantage of that girl

[whydon-twego]

Dennis has never been a big fan of winter.

The deep snow, the cold that seeps into your bones despite layer upon layer of clothes, the nose that never stops running, and the inevitable colds.

But, to be perfectly honest, Dennis has always been a little envious of his classmates.

It snowed every year in Broken Bow; it has always snowed there, and it probably always will. Centimeters upon centimeters of snow piled up on top of each other until they formed nearly impassable walls.

Perfect for making snow angels, building snowmen, and having snowball fights- and then retreating to the warmth of home with a cup of hot chocolate in hand.

Not so perfect if you were part of the Whitaker family and, after school, had to help out on the farm -there was no time to waste playing with your friends.

And then you’d feel the weight of the snow that just wouldn’t stop falling. You’d feel your ankles sink into drifts of snow so deep that you’d find yourself knee-deep in it. And it didn’t matter what clothes you wore, what boots you put on, or what gloves you wore. There would always be parts of your body you wouldn’t feel until after dinner, chills that no hot bath could ever take away, and in the morning you had to shovel the snow from the driveway before going to school to make his father’s job easier, since he was now struggling with that kind of work.

For Dennis, snow was never fun. The cold was never something to savor before he could get back to the warmth in front of the fireplace. He much preferred summer. Sure, it was hot, but he could walk around in shorts, take shelter in the shade of the big trees, and drink an icy soda because his mom made lemonade in the summer.

There were never any Christmas holidays – the farm didn’t run itself – or Christmas markets to visit or carnival rides, at least not for them.

They could consider themselves lucky if their father didn’t make them work when they had a fever (but they never skipped school!), but he, like all his brothers, didn’t look forward to winter, and for years it was one of Dennis’s least favorite times of year.

Not anymore, though.

In Pittsburgh, too, the snow is falling heavily and the air is cold, and in Pittsburgh, too, Dennis’s fingers and toes freeze even though he no longer has to work for hours on end in the fields.

But now, when his hands and feet are frozen, Michael hands him a cup of hot chocolate as they curl up on the couch, and massages his feet, telling him that it feels like he’s caressing an ice pop rather than a body where blood should be flowing.

Now he spends his winters in bed in his boyfriend’s arms, tucking his icy feet between his calves, and Michael mumbles something in annoyance but never pushes him away, sighing and stroking his back in concentric circles, trying to warm him up even more.

Now he has fleece pajamas (even though Michael still sleeps in a T-shirt and boxers -but that man is a living furnace, so Dennis isn’t surprised by anything anymore) with horrible patterns printed on them, but he loves them with all his heart because Michael gave them to him and because he’s never felt such a soothing warmth during a winter.

Now Michael comes over with layer upon layer of blankets when they’re on the couch together and buries him under them, then pulls him close with one arm and lets him rest his head on his shoulder while they watch a movie (where Dennis falls asleep 9 times out of 10 shortly after it starts because he feels safe and cuddled)

Now he goes ice skating (and when Michael found out that Dennis had never worn a pair of skates in his life, he got him dressed and they went straight to a store to buy both rollerblades and ice skates. This seemed excessive to Dennis because he had no idea if he’d ever use them, but Michael wouldn’t hear any excuses) and snowball fights with friends after his shift at the hospital.

Dennis isn't quite ready to say that winter has become his favorite season, but when he's in bed snuggled up to Michael, wearing his fleece pajamas and under the softest comforter he's ever felt, Dennis feels almost convinced that this is true happiness.

[whydon-twego]

Louder Dennis 🔞

Dennis is loud in bed -too loud, according to his previous partners. He doesn’t have much experience (a few BJ in bathrooms and things like that), but for what little experience he has, he’s aware that he’s too loud because his flings haven’t failed to point it out to him. And Dennis has always been dumped before things went all the way for this very reason. “You’re cute, I really like you, but your voice... is annoying, sorry” So when things with Robby get serious, Dennis tries to hold back -he bites his lip, shoves his fist in his mouth and bites down hard, anything to keep from making too much noise.

But it’s getting harder and harder, and Robby makes him feel so good…

So the first night they go all the way, Dennis is on the verge of tears because it’s all so beautiful, he feels so good, and he can’t hold back -but he tries, and the more he tries, the more it gets into his head, until at a certain point Robby stops and asks him what’s wrong.

And Dennis collapses, because he’s so tired.

When he finishes explaining, Robby doesn’t say a word. He lifts him off the mattress, presses his back against his chest, and starts fucking him harder.

Dennis, at that point, screams.

“That’s it, baby, let the neighbors know how good I’m fucking you.”

[saintgroovy]

One last time, one last time, just one more time-

[whydon-twego]

What if Dennis' parents are really good parents but poor af and just.. can't help Dennis in any way? So the kid just went to Pittsburgh and "No, mum, everything is fine, say hi to dad, I'll try to come back for Christmas, but you know, I'm trying to save money, I'm sorry" and he's living at the Hospital but can't really ask for money because there's none?