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✦ The Pitt ✦
HuckleRobby
If You Don't Beat Me To It (Roadtrip, past sibling abuse) wc: 30k ~in progress
A brother attempting suicide means Dennis needs to get back home to Broken Bow - Robby offers to drive him.
Turn The Other Cheek wc:10k
5 times Dennis gets his ass slapped at work + 1 time he slaps back
Lessons in Trust (18+, noncon, gangbang, smut) wc: 5.9k
HuckleRabbot
Anything for You (misunderstandings and stalkers) wc 26k
Dennis mistakes secret admirer gifts from Rabbot for his stalker escalating, 5+1
Should the Pieces Fit (Aro x Allo x Ace) wc: 2.5k
Angry Dennis one and two wc: 2.6k
HuckleAbbot
Got My Eyes on You
Abbot X Reader
Ace!Reader - If You Mean It (Ace get together fic + holiday oneshot) wc: 16k
fall free and sedate me (18+, somno noncon smut) wc: 19.9 k in progress
Jemma
to: My Favourite Med Student wc 2.4
The Valentine's day card Emma wrote to confess her feelings to Joy is accidentally taken by Ogilvie, who thinks it was meant for him.
Now trying to dodge his advances, and come up with a way to let him down gently, Emma needs Joy’s help.
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Chapter six of If You Don’t Beat me To It - The Pitt (TV) // Micheal "Robby" Robinavitch/Dennis Whitaker (Dennis deals with the aftermath of his childhood abuser attempting suicide. All while struggling with his feelings for his attending, who just happens to have postponed his sabbatical to drive him back to Nebraska.)
The walk isn’t so bad… for the first ten minutes or so.
Until he realizes that his phone is out of power and that he’s fucked.
But there’s no turning back, his parents wouldn’t take him unless he begged, and he’s been hurt by them too many times to stomach that.
Instead he’s just grateful that it’s dark. That he can blend in with the shadows. Not worry about someone driving by and recognizing him.
Running to go tell the nearest open ear about how they saw the Whitaker's youngest back in town. Hitchhiking like some broke hippie.
Which is stupid.
He’s not even sure where that thought comes from, because if anything he should be hoping someone does see him. That his parents get to deal with the joy of explaining why he's not only back in town, but out at night hitchhiking.
At least the walk helps clear his head. Leaves him with nothing but time to wonder if this is him abandoning James to die.
Because he can't- he cannot be the one to support him, to be the only thing keeping James alive. It’s not fair to himself, and James needs to figure out his own life, he needs to find his own reasons for living. So Dennis has to come to terms with that, and all the potential consequences.
He’s not his brother's keeper…
Dennis’s life is in Pittsburgh. And clearly his help isn’t wanted here, even if he still feels responsible for fixing everything. He’s at least self aware enough to know it would be at the cost of his own mental wellbeing to even try. Heck he knows the toll just keeping tabs from afar through Garrett is going to bring. But at least that much he can handle.
He’s going to have to trust that, despite everything, his parents and his family will pull through and be there for James.
Because he won’t.
Even knowing the logic of it all, his stomach still feels like it’s filled with lead. A deep sense of dread curling up the back of his neck, waiting for the inevitable other shoe to drop. And as much as he tells himself it won’t help anyone to feel that way, it doesn’t stop the feeling.
So he focuses back on the pounding of his feet on gravel, the sound of crunching beneath his shoes as it eventually turns to the slapping of rubber soles on rough pavement.
At one point a lone car revs by, passing him so close he's forced to jump out of the way. Tires screeching like laughter as his heart clenches and thuds, fucking assholes.
He just needs to make it to the highway and then he's sure someone going east will pick him up. Maybe even let him charge his phone, and then he can call Trin and beg her to come pick his ass up.
She might even save the inevitable I told you so for later.
Anxiety blooms through him over being forced to hitch hike again.
He's mostly had good experiences. He looks young and unassuming enough that a decent amount of moms would pick him up. See him as a surrogate for their own kids. Inquiring but kind, and more often than not leaving him with a twenty and whatever packaged snacks they had squirreled away in their car. Leaving him deeply jealous of the kids who got that kind of mother. Followed quickly by shame and guilt for not being grateful for what his parents were able to provide for him.
There was only one time he got picked up by a driver that made his skin crawl. One time where he was actually bone deep terrified. Spending most of the ride with a white knuckle grip on his switchblade, praying he wouldn't need to use it.
The guy who picked him up had seemed ok at first. Older and jovial, with a balding head and a beer gut. Over friendly in a way Dennis had tried to brush off before he couldn’t anymore, before the guy started testing Dennis's boundaries. A claiming hand coming down jokingly to pat his knee. Only to stay planted there, squeezing and drifting higher until Dennis was sure it was going to lead to him raped or dead on the side of the highway.
To this day he isn't sure why it didn't lead to any of that. Maybe the man just liked pushing for the thrill of it. The thrill of striking fear. Of seeing the prey part of his victim’s brain register that they put their trust in the wrong person. That they were about to pay dearly for that lapse in judgement.
The whole experience had left him deeply unsettled and with a sour taste in his mouth. Fear of that and worse forever etched into his brain when he thought of having to hitch hike again.
But here he was, eyeing up the few cars heading into town, none going his way as he walks east down the highway.
Unfortunately for him there haven’t been many cars leaving town, or at least none that would stop for him.
But he keeps walking backwards, eyes peeled for headlights, throwing his thumb stubbornly out whenever he hears a car approach.
Ever the optimist.
Then it happens.
His stomach drops as a car driving towards town makes a quick u-turn after passing him.
It can’t be a good sign that this person is eager enough to go back the way they were coming just to pick him up.
Uploaded a new chapter to my Hucklerobby fic only to get immediately flash banged by not one (1) but two (2) bot comments with the “contact me on discord so I can make a comic of your fic” scam.
Fic where on an earlier anniversary of Adamson’s death robby tries to distract himself with a hookup. It doesn’t work, and he actually ends up feeling worse after, crying himself to sleep.
When he wakes back up later in the night, he feels like such a piece of shit, probably ruined the kids night, he’s so fucking embarrassed and ashamed and so fucking sad that he plans on staying in bed for the foreseeable future. That is until he hears a noise coming from downstairs.
Fan-fucking-tastic. I’m being robbed.
He might as well stay here and let his shit be taken, but then he’ll have to face Jack and Dana and buying new shit, so he lets out a world weary sigh and hauls his ass out of bed.
He doesn’t bother grabbing anything to defend himself, whats the fucking point, and makes his way down. He follows the noise through the hall and the living room, looking around and not noticing anything of worth missing. Actually, the place looks cleaner than it did this morning. What the fuck kinda burglar is this?
He finally finds the robber in the kitchen, and just freezes at what he sees. The guy - Danny? No, Denny - is puttering around the kitchen in just his underwear and an apron (where the fuck did he find that?), dancing as he loads the dishwasher, headphones in and oblivious to the world around him. Now that he’s not preparing for an impending attack, Robby can smell that something is cooking in the oven. Who the fuck is this guy?
Denny turns around and nearly reaches the ceiling when he sees Robby standing there, also in just his underwear.
“What the hell are you doing kid?”
And Denny has the gall to get shy, “Just- I just thought I could do something. Help you out while you slept. I thought you’d be out for longer. You seemed like you needed the sleep.”
And, fucking shit this kid was sweet, shifting in place and looking down, as if his attempt at kindness - at pulling Robby out of this hole - was something deserving of reprimand or punishment.
Robby jutted his chin towards the oven, “what’re you cooking?”
And, fuck, the kid lit up, now knowing he wasn’t gonna get, what, abused? Yelled at? He darted over to the oven, pulling out his creation - Robby had no idea how the fuck he managed to make anything with the shit he had here - and presenting it to him, “it’s just a casserole. I was planning to be long gone by the time you woke up, so wanted to make something that you could reheat and keep for a while.” And Robby could only stare at him for a moment, just struck with wonder at this man in front of him. He stared long enough that Dennis flushed again, “oh- but if- it’s okay if you don’t want- it’s no big deal-“
“Do you want to have dinner with me?”
It was stupid, probably a dumb move. It was, what, 1 am?, he probably had places to be and Robby had to get back to sleep sooner rather than later.
But Denny’s shoulders relaxed, and a soft smile grew on his face, “Dinner would be lovely.”
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Sometimes I think about Julia Cody and I get so sad.
Growing up with a mother who always put herself and her wants first. Who was resentful and jealous of any relationship Julia had with a man (sexual or platonic). Hated that Julia had any influence with Andew, made sure Baz cheated on her (though really she didn't have to do much for that one), cut her off from her education, cut her off from even having a job. Wanted her completely dependent on Smurf.
And then
Despite being his twin and despite together dealing with all the shit smurf put them through growing up. With the skeevy abusive guys, and the brushes with violence and crime, and being left on their own for days. Even with all that, Andrew starts drifting from her. Now he's also jealous of Baz, he's being pulled further and further from Julia thanks to Smurfs influence. Smurf is twisting what love and healthy relationships should be in his mind.
Everything is falling apart around her, and then just when she thinks her and Andrew are reconnecting, that there's still hope. He kisses her.
The last person she feels like she has left on her side, the last person Julia had left to protect her, and now that's been ruined too...
out and proud gay dennis this, repressed religious trauma grindr slut dennis that, I want queer dennis who even after living in pittsburgh for four years, and with trinity santos for a year still hasn't kissed a boy. who lets her cut his hair and tags along to bars with her and sits in the corner and spends all night trying to work up the courage to speak to a cute dark haired gyy at the end of the bar, only to see him head out with another guy, who just took the opportunity dennis couldn't bring himself to. who successfully kills off any approach to him (because “you're cute, huckleberry! i really do hate to admit it, but you are”) by stuttering over his words and shaking his head and brushing off the attention to the point where it tips from endearing into turnoff territory. trinity keeps calling him a baby gay, keeps making jokes about whether he's actually just an ally after all, and he knows she doesn't mean anything by it but he feels hot in the face and embarrassed and stupid. he doesn't know how to do any of this, doesn't like the game, has tried the apps but never meets up with anyone, has only got as far as sending semi-indecent images and being called frigid when he won't send any more. he likes the music, but that's about it.
and he's still helping out on the farm, which is something that feels familiar and comfortable, like sinking into a bath at the end of the day, but one that's turning to the cooler side of lukewarm. but it's easy, it's a vision of the future he used to think was a given in his life, that's uncomplicated and reminds him of childhood comforts. and what he's got with amy is also what he wants: a friendship that could turn into something more, a simple kind of love that doesn't need labels and types and flashing lights or involve having to second guess yourself at every move. and he thinks maybe he could be one of those guys who lives his whole life knowing that there's something unspoken and unfulfilled under his skin, which sounds unbearable but also kind of sounds like how everyone lives, doesn't it? no-one really gets what they want, especially people who were born with the shit-scared gene he seems to have. he likes girls (not that that doesn't make everything more confusing) so he's not lying to himself, not really. he just really really would like to kiss a boy. just once.
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Dennis might not be homeless anymore thanks to Trinity’s selflessly giving him her spare room but he was still in desperate need of money. There were only so many times he could sneakily eat her food before she got fed up with him. But finding work that fit around his studying and his rotations was nigh-on impossible.
Eventually, he found a job that fit into his schedule perfectly, even if it’s not a job he’s going to tell people about. Anytime he’s not at the hospital he’s answering phone calls for Lust Line. It was easy money really. Just moan and gasp at the right time, say something dirty when needed while also writing his assignments or studying.
It was perfect.
Robby was lonely, as Jack had bluntly put it. And Robby couldn’t deny it, it had been a long time since he’d had that connection with another person. But with all the hours he worked he just doesn’t have the time to focus on his love life and after Heather he’d learnt his lesson about dating in the Pitt.
He decided he just needed to take the edge off a little bit, everyone was commenting on how frustrated he seemed at work. But he did not have the energy to go to a bar, so instead he makes a phone call for a little company.
It was late in the evening when Dennis’s phone rang, the special ringtone he’d assigned to work calls. Trinity was out for the evening, he preferred to work when she was at Garcia’s to avoid her having to listen to him fake phone sex from his bedroom. He went through the usual admin with the office before they connected him to the call, his focus still on his anatomy book.
“Hi.” The voice said as it clicked onto the call. Dennis thought it sounded familiar but admin always told them if it’s a repeat customer so they remembered their names. Makes the caller feel special that way.
“Hey sweetheart.” Dennis purred, casually flicking to the next page in his book. “What do you want me to call you?” He learnt early on, don’t bother asking for a name because they usually want some nickname. The number of times he’d moaned ‘Daddy’ was ridiculous.
“Michael.” The caller rumbled back. Dennis breath hitched. He knew he recognised the voice.
“Okay, Michael. And what do you want to call me?” He asked, wondering how many HR rules he was violating with this phone call.
There was a long silence after the question, even though he hadn’t said much Dennis knew he’d been caught out. He was ready to start sprouting out apologies, offer the name of a co-worker, promise he’d never tell anyone at work what happened when Robby spoke again.
“Dennis.”
Dennis thought his heart was going to stop.
“I want to call you Dennis.” Robby said.
“Oh.” Oh.
The crush he’d been harbouring for his boss, the crush he was convinced was unrequited despite what Trinity said, was reciprocated by Robby.
Well, he might not have quite the same feelings that Dennis had but he at least thought he was attractive which was always a bonus.
“And what would you do if I was there with you Michael?”
“Fuck.” Dennis wanted to laugh at how shocked Robby sounded, did he really think they’d spend ages making small talk? Especially as he was paying 25 cents a minute.
“Want to know what I’d do if I was there?” Dennis offered, he was used to shy first time callers. Although, he was surprised by Robby based on the confidence with which he ran the ED.
“Yeah, Dennis, tell me.”
“I’d crawl into your lap and kiss you, do you have facial hair Michael?” Dennis asked, even though he knew the answer.
“Yeah, I do.” He replied, and Dennis hummed happily in response.
“That would feel so good against my skin, you’d move to my neck, you’d bite and suck until I was covered in beard rash and love bites. It would be embarrassing at work the next day but I wouldn’t care.” Dennis felt himself getting turned on by the thought of walking into the Pitt looking like he’d been ravished by Robby.
“I’d love to see you covered in my marks.” Robby growled, hopefully imagining the same thing as Dennis.
“Yeah? While you mark me up, I’d slowly start to move my hips in your lap, gently until I could feel you getting harder against me but then I wouldn’t be able to hold back. Then I’d be grinding down just to feel you.”
“I didn’t know you had this side to you Dennis, I always thought you were such a good boy.” Robby sounded breathless, Dennis had done this job long enough to know he’d started touching himself.
“You’d be surprised Michael, I can be very naughty when I want to.”
“I… I should have known you’d be a brat.” He laughed. “What you gonna do next?”
“When your cock is nice and hard, I’d pull you off my neck because I’d need it in my mouth. God, I’d need to taste you, Michael.”
“Fuck.” Robby gasped. “You sound just like him, shit.”
Dennis awkwardly cleared his throat, he couldn’t give the game away now. Not when he could feel his own dick getting hard.
“I bet you’re big, aren’t you Michael?” Again, Dennis already knew the answer to that after he had accidentally on purpose glanced over when they’d been next to each other at the urinals. He’d fucked himself raw that night with just that image.
“I’ve never had any complaints.” Robby said modestly.
“Fuck.” Dennis gasped, for once his moans weren’t faked. “I’d struggle to fit you all in, I’d have to use my hands as well but I’d make you feel good, wouldn’t I?”
“Yeah, baby, you would.”
“I’d be desperate for you, I’d take your cock as deep as I could so I wouldn’t miss a drop. Fuck, Michael, I’d swallow everything you give me.” He sighed, his hands itching to touch.
“No!” Robby cried out. “I’d stop you. I need to fuck you.”
“Oh?”
“I’d fuck you so good Dennis.” He promised, and Dennis didn’t doubt him for a second.
“Yeah? Tell me what you’d do.”
“I’d pin you down to my bed, hold your hands above your head to stop you misbehaving. I’m the one opening you up and you are not allowed to touch yourself while I do. Only my hands can be on you.”
“I need you to boss me around, tell me what to do Michael.” Dennis begged.
“Nothing, you’re not going to do anything. You’re just going to lie there and take it. Squirming on my fingers as they go deeper and make you feel so good.”
Dennis never touches himself during these phone calls, it’s a job at the end of the day and it’s hardly professional to be getting yourself off at work. And usually, he’s multi-tasking. Once Trinity walked in on him making mac and cheese whilst on a call, she’d teased him mercilessly after that. Hence why he avoided having her in the flat for his shifts. But today his text book was long forgotten at the foot of his bed.
He couldn’t resist slipping his hand down his shorts when it was Robby breathing down the phone, when it was Robby panting and grunting in his ear. He wished he’d known beforehand so he could have prepped himself, he wanted nothing more than to use his dildo but he’d have to make do with just stroking himself. He was sure this phone call would be masturbation material for months to come so the dildo could wait.
“When you’re all stretched out for me, I’d finally put my cock inside you. It’s what you’ve wanted this whole time isn’t it Dennis?” Robby teased, if only he knew how true his words were.
“Yes!” He groaned. “God, I’d feel so full. Michael, you’d fill me up so well that I’d feel you in my throat.”
“You’d feel so amazing around me, so hot and so tight.” Robby as panting hard now, he must be close but Dennis was embarrassingly close too. “Bet you’d be so loud Dennis, absolutely screaming as I fuck you.”
“Yes, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” Dennis admitted. “My voice would be sore the next day from shouting your name all night.”
“Do it Dennis, scream for me.” Robby begged.
“Ro- Right there.” He gasped, hating himself for nearly slipping up. “Michael! I’m so close Michael.”
“Same, baby. Come with me Dennis.”
“Michael.” Dennis chanted as he came, hearing Robby brokenly call out his own name as he did too.
After that was silence, just the sound of their deep breathing down the phone. Dennis had to fight the urge to start giggling. He’d just had the most intense orgasm of his life and it was all thanks to phone sex with his boss. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, he knew the moment he realised it was Robby he should have come clean and dealt with the fall out at work but he was feeling too blissed out to care right now.
“Who do I ask for if I want to talk to you again?” Robby finally broke the silence.
“Elijah.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you again soon.” He said.
“I look forward to it.”
Dennis was almost disappointed by the dial tone but he knew most of his callers hung up pretty soon after they’d come. It was just a waste of money after that point.
But true to his word, Robby did call him back. Quite a few times actually, each time he called him Dennis and each time Dennis couldn’t resist from touching himself too.
It had gone on for too long now that Dennis knew he could never confess, it would be far too awkward to pull Robby aside one day and say ‘you know that guy you’ve been having phone sex with, funny story it’s actually me’. Instead, he decided to keep it a secret until he finished his rotations and started residency. Then he wouldn’t need the extra cash and he could just disappear from Michael’s life.
Unfortunately, fate had other ideas. When he’d been rushing out of a patient’s room and not paying attention he trapped his fingers in the door jam.
“Ah!” He cried out, pulling his hand free and gripping his fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He was whimpering and moaning so much that it sounded sexual to his own ears, and judging by the smirk on Trinity’s face it sounded that way to everyone else. He was about to joke it off when his eyes met Robby’s across the hub, wide and staring at him.
“Elijah?” He croaked, Trinity laughing loudly when she heard him.
“Why is Dr Robby calling you by your middle name?” She cackled but Dennis barely registered her.
He could tell it was all clicking into place, Robby was putting the pieces of the puzzle together. He was watching his boss come to the realisation he’d been having phone sex with his student for the past few weeks.
The first time Robby touches Dennis (just a gentle palm to the bulge in his pants), he jolts so hard that it looks physically painful. The awkward aftermath stretches into a long silence, during which Robby stares as Dennis' body twitches in a violent shiver while his eyes blink rapidly.
"Sorry," he breathes raggedly. "Sorry, I just—I've never been touched there before. I never—I was never allowed to touch myself there."
"What do you mean, you weren't allowed?"
Dennis can't meet Robby's eye. He wrings his hands in front of his lap, and—for the first time—Robby notices the thin, wavering, white lines that encircle his wrists. Suddenly, Dennis jolts again, and he hides his hands behind his back guiltily.
"Dennis," Robby says. "What do you mean, you weren't allowed?"
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