Ren

Thank yoooou!

if your thing is a slow burn with lots of yearning and pinning then yes, i have excellent taste haha

i sadly don't have that many Pitt fics to recommend yet (i have only been in the fandom for less than 3 months)

but lets seeeee

The Car's in Reverse by third_crow - the first one i have to mention of course, even tho i pretty much recommend it with every drawing i post already

Now and Then by zhenqingshigan_95 - another one that i am currently reading and is still being updated

Ground Down by spaghetti576 - the first hucklerobby fic i read from start to finish, reread it a few days ago bc art needs to be drawn for it as well!

Strangers to (?) series - by DrottenDrottzen - has a bunch of works that are connected - the characters are written so well, the interactions bewteen them are amazing and fun and the story lines are interesting! just sucks (for me) that almost a quarter of it is smut :'')

An Engagement, Come Free by artunforgiven - planning on rereding this one soon

oneida by stellarpoint (pettifogger) - same as the last one - i have a memory of a gold fish for the stuff i read just once :'')

Service dog hybrid Dennis who doesn't understand why he's not allowed to go in the exam room with Jack, because it only really smells like him in there and nobody else.

He's pacing around outside the door, and Robby's already gently told him to come away twice, each time steering him away towards a different job, but he keeps circling back because Jack is in there and he wants to see him.

There is something a little weird about the smell though. It's Jack, yeah, but it's...stronger? Than it usually is. And there's something layered on top of it, like it's doubled up but also had something slightly different about it. He can't work it out and it's maddening that he's not allowed in.

But then the door whooshes open and Dennis flinches back a little, and Jack is suddenly right there in the doorway, looking slightly surprised to see him there.

"Denny." His tail picks up wagging because he feels like he hasn't seen Jack in forever. "Just who I was looking for."

I was traveling without much internet access, and it made me realize how much fanfic is part of my daily routine. I wake up, I make a little coffee, I get a little treat. I take a break from work, I get a little treat. I missed it while I was away. I came back to a smorgasbord of an inbox. These are some I was really excited to read:

Feelings Between The Lines by hajimekinnielolz (Explicit, 146 words bc its a SMAU, 6/?)

Hucklerobby. A social media AU where Dennis has a NSFW puppy Twitter account and Robby is lonely, struggling & gets hooked. They get sugar quick. What I really like is that they get kinky but it gets deliciously ambiguous when they are playing and when they are really saying how they feel. Bad ettiquette between two people who desperately need connection, and are getting helplessly entangled.

Take counsel in my soul by SparrowFlight246 (Mature, 64K, 12/?)

Hucklerobby. A patient stabs Dennis with a needle at work, sending him on a really nasty drug trip. Robby goes through it, watching Dennis suffer, lose control, & unwittingly reveal a lot about his present and past self that he's tried to hide. Ginerva recommended this to me & I love it.

Dandelion & Aquamarine by theghost (Explicit, 34K, 33/?)

Hucklerobby. Another social media AU -- love them -- where Robby is off on his sabbatical but glued to his phone texting Dennis, who is getting progressively closer to him and closer to Jack. This author is especially good at writing text flirting & text yearning & text Whitsantos siblingism banter. So fucking funny. Really enjoying this, and the updates are coming fast.

Surround Me by clytemnestra42 (Explicit, 85K, 14/20)

Huckleabbot. I love everything Clytemnestra42 writers, and almost sublimated when they started posting their Omegaverse worldbuilding notes leading up to this story. It's so good. It's got some of my favorite tropes -- pining while fucking with some fake relationship vibes, or "Vegas shotgun wedding" as they put it in one of the tabs. You get a well-developed language of animalistic gender-coded gestures and vocalizations, which I fucking adore. That makes Omegaverse really immersive for me. And best of all, you get Jack Abbot as an Omega with gender trouble, and Dennis as an Alpha who is well-matched and happy to find a conduct their relationship in a way that feels authentic rather than socially prescribed. Gender fuckery in Omegaverse really does it for me.

I've recommended these before, repeatedly, but I can't stop talking about them.

My Service Dog Dennis by @jackabbotsdog (Explicit, 105K, 11/?)

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Carved Myself Too Close (To Bone) by @bigbootsmanofwarwrites (Explicit, 195K, 46/?)

These continue to be two of the most engrossing WIPs being published right now. Very different worldbuilding but equally creative, immersive, and devastatingly allegorical. They both say something horrifying about our world, and they both offer Hucklerabbot as a horny ray of hope in the bleakness. I can't believe Carved it almost 200K. Believe me, if you haven't started it yet, don't be daunted. You will not be able to put it down -- it's got momentum & suspense & will propel you along. Crème de a creme.

Also! I'm doing another comment contest with some Hucklerobby friends -- we’re trying to see who can post the most comments in the month of June. Look for me being a freak in the comments section haha. Happy Pride Month!

RWV on The Pitt

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If anyone is ever training you to replace them in a position and tells you 'its an easy job I don't do much' what this means is that you are about to spend six months to a year catching up on all the stuff they didn't do and sorting out the stuff they did poorly.

part 2/???

Dennis isn’t used to feeling cold. It’s true that he didn’t have the best clothes for winter back in Broken Bow, only the old hand-me-down from his brothers because anything else was too expensive, but there was always something to do around the farm, and the constant movement kept him warm even in the harshest weather.

That’s not to say he doesn’t move around, the ER is far from a calm job; at the Pitt, you never know where your next step will take you, from an incoming trauma to a patient that has suddenly gotten worse at the other far end of the hallway. Some days, Dennis can feel his legs throbbing after his shift is long done, sweat clinging to the back of his undershirt that he can’t wait to wash off, alongside the grime and dirt from working so many hours.

But while Pittsburgh’s winters might not be as bad as they were back home, the perpetually turned on AC from the hospital almost made Dennis miss the cold from Nebraska, at least there he wasn’t constantly shivering in the middle of work, almost enough to make his teeth rattle.

Trinity had noticed after the fourth of fifth time he had to warm up his arms and hands, and failing. She had made fun of him for not even wearing a long-sleeved undershirt if he was so cold and then told him to just wear a jacket. She was right, most of the other doctors wore a hoodie or similar around the ER, but she still had that satisfied, smug smirk when Dennis first brought an old jacket to work.

He still takes it off soon enough, once things start to get messy and he needs to run from cardiac arrest to asthma attack, which in the Pitt is all the time.

Today is another chaotic day, perhaps a bit more than usual, though never as bad as his first day, and Dennis loses sight of his jacket almost as soon as the shift starts. Maybe the fact that he hasn't well that night, or the entire week, doesn't help with his absent-mindedness, but the promise of a weekend full of rest is near, and that keeps pushing him until the end of the day.

Now, he only needs to find his jacket and wait for Trinity to be done so they can go home. The first one is an easy feat, he must have left it on the back of a chair while he stopped to chart, so he quickly puts it on. Now, as for Trinity, Dennis doesn’t even know where she is, so he tries his luck looking around the chaos that is the ER.

In there, he notices Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot talking. That’s nothing that would catch his attention any other day (a lie, his eyes always look for the day-shift attending even when he tries not to), they seem to be in the middle of handouts, laughing between them, but there’s something going on between chuckles and whispers that Dennis can’t make out. What seems to be out of the norm, though, is the blush over Robby’s cheeks, which he tries to hide by pinching the bridge of his nose.

Dennis doesn’t know what Dr. Abbot has said or what they’ve seen to make Robby react like that—Dr. Robby, who always seems to keep his cold even during the worst situations, despite Dennis already seeing though the cracks on his first day. But before he can think about it any further, Dr. Abbot slaps Robby’s back and goes to see his first patient for the night, while Robby moves towards—

Oh, he’s walking towards Dennis.

“So, uh,” Robby coughs once he’s close enough, crossing his arms over his chest, and it’s then that Dennis notices Robby isn’t wearing his usual hoodie. Must have been a hard trauma he just left, because the man doesn’t take it off at all. Dennis’ eyes definitely don’t track the shift of his muscles, the black hair across his forearms, or the faded tattoos barely hidden by his scrub shirt, not at all. “New jacket?”

Dennis looks down at his clothes, just briefly, before returning his confused gaze back to Robby’s face. Robby is still flushed from earlier, and Dennis wonders if he’s coming down with a fever or something; winter is right behind the corner, and although they should know if they’re sick, doctors make the worst patients.

“Uh, not really. I think I got this when I came to Pittsburgh,” that was a lie, the jacket was from one of his older brothers, Dennis has just been using it since before he left for college. It was comfortable, warm, and most importantly, it wasn’t broken.

Robby nods, his eyes crinkled at the corners and a smile teasing at the corners of his lips. Dennis doesn’t know what’s so funny about this situation, but he can’t help the warm feeling that washes over him when he sees Robby like this. “Yeah? Why don’t you look again, Whitaker?”

Despite his confusion, Dennis does as he’s told; just like always Robby barks an order across a bleeding patient, Dennis is quick to follow, a buzzing on the back of his head that tells him to listen to the older man. But this time, it’s the same jacket as before, the same dark navy color, the logo for a local brewery—

No. No way.

That’s not his old jacket, it’s Robby’s. And Dennis has been wearing it around the ER for the last fifteen minutes like nothing, in a place where gossip flies faster than real news.

“D-Dr. Robby, I’m so, so sorry. I swear I didn’t notice!” Dennis starts to panic, and he hopes he doesn’t sweat fast enough to stain the jacket. Fuck. He’s almost shaking as he tries to take the offending piece of clothing off, but firm hands on his shoulders stop all his movements.

He had gotten used to those hands already, guiding him across the ER or praising him after he did well with a patient, and almost as if he was conditioned by the warm touch, he immediately relaxes, looking up at his attending.

Robby is still smiling, though this time it looks less teasing, less sharp around the edges like he usually wears it around the ER. It’s like it had been smothered by something, a realization that makes Dennis run hot(ter).

“Keep it, looks better on you anyways,” that’s all Robby says before squeezing Dennis’ shoulders once, twice, and then turning around, the back of his neck red.

Dennis doesn’t know how long he spends in the same spot, staring at Robby’s retreating back until it disappears, the ER moving around him while he keeps repeating those words in his head, the touch of those hands on his shoulders burning a permanent mark on him. That must be how Trinity finds him whoever knows how many minutes later, still debating if he had just hallucinated the entire moment.