#breakfastjack

𑣲 shotgun w/ hucklerobby

it was rare when robby smoked. he only did it when things got too much, but again, that was rare since dennis was by his side now.

the apartment is quiet when they got settled in, an old western film playing as robby exhales some smoke from his cigarette.

dennis comes out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. he sits down, robby stretching his arm on the back of the couch, his hand playing with dennis’s brown curls.

dennis looks back at robby, seeing the cigarette. his eyes travel as robby brings the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag then exhaling the smoke.

robby then glances at dennis, finding him staring too long.

“what?” robby questions in a tired tone.

“nothing.” dennis quickly shakes his head.

robby gives him a look, taking another drag, slower this time.

“you ever tried?” robby asked, glancing at the tv.

“no..it’s just i barely see you smoke. but when you do, i get this weird feeling.” dennis admits.

“weird feeling? if you’re asking if i’m okay, i’m fine.” robby states.

dennis just gave him a nod, not wanting to get into it. their shift was long and tiring, all you wanted to do was relax.

dennis gets closer to the robby, leaning his head on his shoulder as robby goes back to playing with dennis’s curls.

a little while later, robby holds the cigarette towards dennis’s mouth.

“you wanna try?” robby asked.

dennis was hesitant. he glanced at robby and then back at the cigarette.

“really? this is ironic.” dennis jokes.

this made robby smile, letting a small laugh out.

“you don’t have to, just asking.” robby says.

dennis stares at the cigarette, slowly giving in.

“fine, i’ll try it then.” dennis agrees.

robby hands dennis his cigarette, watching him carefully.

“since this is your first time, take a breath, then slowly inhale.” robby guides him.

“okay..” dennis says in a nervous tone.

dennis lets out a breath then brings the cigarette to his lips. he takes a drag but immediately starts coughing. robby couldn’t help but laugh.

“w-why does it taste like that? i don’t know you guys smoke this..bloody hell.” dennis says and immediately hands it back to robby.

“well, it was your first time.” robby takes a drag once more, exhaling smoke.

“how about something easier?” robby suggested.

“hm? like what?” dennis asked.

“just breath and open your mouth.” robby says, taking a drag of the cigarette.

dennis sits there patiently, with his lips parted. as robby came close, he opened his mouth more. smoke filled his mouth, flowing down his lungs, feeling that familiar warmth.

“better?” robby murmured.

dennis was in a daze, still processing what happened.

“dennis?” robby said firmly.

“y-yes, sorry-i’m fine.” dennis rubbed his face while nodding.

this made robby’s lips twitch upward.

“look at you, your cheeks all red.” robby hand went to his cheek, his thumb rubbing the soft skin.

dennis didn’t know how to respond, just leaned into his touch while trying to find his words. but robby put out the cigarette, pulling dennis on his lap.

dennis’s eyes widened, his hands bracing on robby’s shoulders.

“i’m just teasing you.” robby started to pepper kisses on his cheeks, going down to his neck.

for the rest of night, they both relaxed on the couch, dennis falling asleep on robby’s chest, the old western film playing in the background, providing that domestic comfort.

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𑣲 i want jack abbot to shotgun me but i’m too scared to smoke. anyway lol, hope you guys liked this one.

𑣲 morning w/ hucklerobby

after long shifts the past few days, they finally had a rare day off. curled up in the sheets, skin to skin to feel each other’s warmth.

robby laid on his back, dennis on his chest. subtle strokes of touch bounced back to one other. their breathing in sync.

robby was the first to wake, the pale light of the sun slowly shining through the curtains.

but he didn’t move.

he never did when dennis was with him. robby secretly cherished these moments. his warm tired eyes glanced down at the boy, his fingers combing through his brown curls.

dennis shivered but leaned back into his touch which gave robby a better look at his face. the soft crease lines under his eyes, the way his lashes casted a shadow while he’s asleep.

dennis moves, nudging his forehead into robby’s neck.

“you’re staring.” dennis mumbled in a tired tone.

robby smiled in return, cupping dennis’s cheek. but he turned, taking robby’s thumb into his mouth.

“it’s 7 in the morning and you’re acting like this.” he said smugly.

robby grabs ahold of dennis’s chin, tilting his face up to pull him in a kiss. the kiss is slow but passionate. tongues meeting each other, the soft bites on the lips.

they slowly pull away with a wet pop.

“i suggest we stay here today and make breakfast. and..i don’t know what else.” robby says with a sigh, his mind still waking up.

“yea, we can do that. and maybe watch a movie? i seen they added new stuff on Netflix.” dennis replies as he strokes robby’s chest.

“mh.” robby murmured as he leaned his head back in the pillow, his eyes heavy with tiredness.

dennis soften, his eyes scanning robby. his hand went to robby’s neck, rubbing a pattern.

“what do you want for breakfast?” dennis asked.

“eggs with bacon sound nice.” robby answers, thinking of the smell of breakfast, dennis cooking at the stove and himself behind him.

“oh, and waffles too. well it’s actually belgium waffles. i heard these waffles were more soft and fluffy then the regular ones. i bought this new brand at the supermarket.” dennis ranted but robby’s eyes never left his. his hand came up and started to play with dennis’s brown curls as his nape.

dennis shuttered, knowing it was one of his sensitive spots.

“i bet they’re just as soft as you.” robby mentions, pulling him in for another kiss.

but this time, robby pulls him down, making him lay on his back as he got on top of him.

it was endless kisses, tongues met, soft moans and groans. eventually, robby made it down to his neck, kissing and sucking his soft skin.

“r-robby, i thought you said it was too early for this?” dennis reminds him.

“shh, forget what i said.” robby whispers in his ear, biting the lobe softly.

ring ring

dennis hears robby’s phone ringing but robby is too lost in dennis.

“wait robby, your phone.” dennis tried to reach it on the nightstand but robby yanks him back.

“no. later. it’s my day off and i intend to not be interrupted.” robby informs him.

dennis sighs softly, but is touched by his words. he wraps his arms around robby’s neck, pulling him back down.

robby doesn’t miss second. he’s back at dennis’s neck, his hands caressing his hips as his legs wrap around robby’s waist.

“i’m guessing breakfast is going to wait?” dennis says.

“what do you mean? my breakfast is right here.”

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𑣲 my motivation is so crazy right now. i wrote this late last night so hopefully this sounds good T T

𑣲 vampire!dennis x archeologist!robby au

micheal robinavitch, a archaeologist who dedicated his life to find this cure for all illnesses, the heart of renewal. after years of trying to find it’s location, he discovered it rests in a ancient tomb. but little did he know, there was a cost to pay…

he adjusts his backpack while holding his flashlight to shine through the tomb. surprisingly, the tomb still looks in good condition, the occasional dust, cobwebs, and rock debris are noticeable but it looks like no one has touched this place in years.

as he continues to adventure on, he notices a smooth pedestal with an design. he raises a brow, approaching it. once he gets a better view, a shine of ruby flickers. a red scarlet heart with silver dancing around it and a matching chain to go with it.

was this it? was this the heart of renewal? the object he has put years of work into?

carefully, he reached out and took the amulet into his grasp but, suddenly it started to glow.

the tomb got too quiet, the air was still and flickers of lights appeared, candles with a warm flame. robby stayed in place, waiting if this was the end.

as the candles continued to light, they made a path down the tomb, revealing a pure white coffin. this gave robby a confused expression.

“what the-“ robby mutters, hearing an ancient creak from the coffin opening.

he doesn’t move. he can’t. once the lid falls to floor, he sits up.

pale, creamy skin; almost luminous in the candlelight. when his eyes open, the prettiest blue eyes appear before robby, eyes that robby would always remember. soft caramel curls sway in a breeze that doesn’t exist.

robby is starstruck, forgetting how to breath.

this gorgeous creature of a man steps down from his slumber, his lace veil trailing down the stone floor, his steps gentle.

robby doesn’t know why to say or do. but what he does know is that this man was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. actually- beautiful couldn’t even match this mysterious man’s status.

“you-…” robby says, taking a step back.

suddenly, the man’s gaze locks onto robby, immediately his eyes sparkle from the candlelight.

in that moment there was no hesitation, he goes into robby’s arms, startling the archeologist.

“you came back to me, i knew you would.” the man’s voice was a soft whisper. his pale but cold hand went to robby’s cheek, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

robby couldn’t deny he loved the kiss, but he was so confused. who was this gorgeous man, what did he mean by his words, and most importantly his name.

robby softly pushed him away, trying to look for words. “i-what do you mean by that?”

“i’m dennis whitaker, your husband. you’ve found me.” he said, nuzzling his cheek against robby’s palm.

“no, no, i didn’t..i just came here, looking for an ancient artifact.” robby answers truthfully.

“yes, my artifact. it binds us together. forever. you touched my amulet, giving your soul to me. you were meant to find me.” dennis says with a sweet smile, so mesmerized by his new husband.

“w-what? my soul? how is that-“ robby gets cut off by dennis shushing him.

“shhh..i’ve waited a century to finally reunite with you. let’s not ruined it by your nonsense of speech.” his voice suddenly gets cold, eyes turning to a shade of scarlet, just like his amulet. this manages robby to back up a little, not knowing whether to run.

as dennis see’s his husband’s expression, guilt fills his heart.

“i’m..sorry. i don’t know what came over me..please, forgive me.” dennis says in the sweet, honey tone again, pressing a kiss to the back of robby’s hand.

robby’s emotions calm a little but still trying to figure out what’s going on.

dennis pulls him back into a embrace, his thumb gently brushing against robby’s bottom lip.

“i know you must have questions…and i will answer them, in time. but i have been asleep for far too long to spend my first moments awake simply talking.” dennis whispered in his ear.

“you’ve bound yourself to me. you are my husband now…and i would rather spend this time learning you in ways words cannot. you don’t object…do you?” his pale hands go to robby’s belt, undoing his buckle, but was simply in a trance.

robby sets his flashlight down and after hesitation, he cups dennis’s face in his hands. he kisses him softly but how dennis would’ve wanted it. dennis catches his breath, as if this is a moment he’s dreamed of for centuries. the kiss was long but quiet just wanting each other in this present moment. the candles flicker before going out all at once, leaving them in complete darkness.

𑣲 credits for art and inspiration: sinamxcha on tt

𑣲 credits for dividers: uzmacchito

𑣲 ballet au w/ hucklerobby

dennis just did his first solo on stage. his moves flawless and filled with grace, his emotions on point as well as his foot work.

he’s usually a backup dancer for big performances but he earned the special role from none other than robby robinavitch. former dancer and company owner of PITT Ballet.

ever since he stepped into the studio, his eyes been on him, including dennis. this silent tension between tore them apart. i mean, what would the others think? a absolute scandal.

but they tried working around it. secret meet ups, quiet dinners, and even late nights in the studio.

just like this moment. robby had been so busy with the event that he didn’t even have time to congratulate dennis for his beautiful work.

with aching muscles, dennis still stays after in the studio. he stands at the barre in a à la second stretch. One leg rests on the barre as the other is grounded on the floor standing tall.

he takes a deep breath in but when he does, he feels a warm hand rest on his abdomen. he looks down, recognizing the watch anywhere.

“thought you gone home already?” dennis says in a tired tone.

“didn’t get a chance to congratulate you.” robby presents him a bouquet of yellow buttercups.

dennis’s eyes softened, removing his leg off the barre and accepting the flowers. he leaned forward to smell them, smelling their sweet calm scent.

“this is nice of you, but you didn’t have to..” dennis says as robby’s hand finds his cheek.

“i did. i’ve seen how much you improved the past few months and you were ready. you were so great out there.” robby reminds him.

dennis leans into his palm, wanting more of his touch.

without warning, robby’s arm wraps around his waist, pulling him in.

their lips meet, it’s a soft kiss that’s filled with love, secrecy, but a sense of warmth.

after a moment, they pulled away, robby’s eyes still fixed on dennis’s.

“i have pasta and a fresh bottle of wine back at my place. it’d be a shame to leave them sitting there.” robby said with affection, nudging his nose against dennis’s temple.

dennis smiled with a small chuckle, liking this side of robby.

“depends what kind they are. i have preferred taste.” dennis said with a small smug.

“well, you’re my preferred taste.” robby blurts out but in a serious affectionate tone.

this makes dennis’s mind stop and lips part. at this moment, he never realized how much robby wanted him, how much he wanted robby.

he soon snapped out of it when robby spoke.

“i don’t know what you prefer but are you still interested?” robby asked, stroking dennis’s bottom lip.

“yes.”

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𑣲 i love this au so much! credits to wolvieluver_55 on tt.

𑣲 yummy edit in the morning ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹