The spirals consume her until she’s completely frozen, terrified that she’s right and Huckleberry’s dead. 

Sometimes Garcia is over and that works as a decent distraction. But most of the time she’s alone, going down the rabbit hole of losing another best friend.

So the spirals keep happening, and she tries one too many times to confide in Garcia, only to get shot down and told to go to therapy.

Which leaves her with her only logical solution.

someone said I should draw some Harry and Draco, but since I don’t exactly ship them I drew them as bros.

seriously, Harry-Draco bromance happening is something my heart desires, hehehe

The first time it happened, his cheeks flushed a deep red as his boyfriend showered him with kisses on his lips, cheeks, eyelids—all over his face—while saying, "Who's my cute baby?"

"Dennis, I'm almost 50—"

"Yes, you're my cute baby, whom I love very much and with all my heart," he said, continuing his onslaught of kisses and hugs.

Dennis had grown up in a loving environment, where his mother and father doted on him with kisses and hugs, telling him how much they loved him and how proud they were of him, while his siblings always gave him hugs whenever Dennis wanted or needed them.

Therefore, he didn't think it was wrong or strange to lavish his boyfriend with that affection; it was perfectly normal.

And Robby, despite initially showing some resistance, had a silly grin on his face once the attack subsided and Dennis was simply hugging him.

Robby had been raised by his grandparents. His grandfather wasn't a very affectionate man; he'd occasionally tell him he was proud of him or that he loved him, but it wasn't much. His grandmother was sweet and always called him "my handsome boy" to show her love, and she'd hug him, but beyond that, he hadn't received much love in his childhood.

Dennis's affection felt strange to him, but it made him feel good. His face would warm up, and he couldn't stop smiling. His heart would beat strongly, and he'd feel such a warm, almost blissful sensation, like he was in heaven. He liked it; he loved it.

So, at least once a day, Dennis would get those sudden urges to attack him with love.

And Michael "Robby" Robinavitch had gotten used to it.

One day, after a long and exhausting shift, a hand pulled Dennis inside some curtains.Dennis wasn't surprised to see Robby looking unwell.

"What do you need, my love? Are you okay?" Dennis stroked his face, and Robby leaned towards his touch, blushing.

He heard Robby say softly, "I want cuddles..." as he kissed the palm of his hand.

The change was sudden. Dennis smiled and cradled Robby's face in his hands.

"Who is my sweet baby?"

After a moment of silence, and Robby pressed him to his chest and buried his face in the crook of Dennis's neck, he replied, "I-I..." His face was already red.

"Yes, you're my sweet baby, the one I love most, with all my heart. Do you love me too?"

"Yes, I love you so much..."

"My sweet baby." Dennis pulled away from him and began showering Robby's face with kisses, while Robby's mood shifted, a silly grin spreading across his face as his eyes sparkled with love.

Robby pulled him close again for a kiss on the lips, followed by a couple of tickles that made Dennis burst out laughing.

"Are you feeling better now? My sweet baby."

Before Robby could answer, Abbot pulled back the curtains, his face a mask of disbelief.

Robby stormed out, his face burning red, knowing he was doomed. There was no way Jack hadn't heard what had happened in there. For God's sake, Robby had admitted he was Dennis's sweet baby! (That felt good.)

As he was about to hand over to the night shift, Jack said, "Okay, sweet baby." And gave him the most mocking smile imaginable.

Robby almost killed him right then and there, but he just ignored it. If he made a big deal out of it, Jack would start nagging him about it all the time.

He was annoyed again, but when he got home, Dennis smiled at him. They had dinner, and then his boyfriend wrapped him in a blanket and hugged him, stroking his hair and giving him little kisses every now and then.

If that was what being Dennis's cute baby was worth, he didn't mind at all.

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FINALLY STARTING WINTER VACATION!

By the way, this gave me a bit of... I don't know, a strange but happy feeling while writing it. It's so sweet, but it just came to me and I had to write it down 🙈

More to come soon! Except I might not be around this weekend. I have to finish a video game because I bet I'd finish it before the World Cup :""") (don't bet if you know you're going to lose, the game is way too hard ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ) Besides, my beautiful country is in the final! 🇦🇷 So I might write but not post, that's all :D

Hucklerobby + their kids Acorn & Pizza comm for Sam (on twitter) as the second winner of my giveaway <3 The request was the whole family on a gondola (Robby steering) and many cats on board too 😻🌰🍕ngl, this piece was a challenge to draw and color, I hope you like it~

he collapses and sobs until he gags, he cries and he hits things, denting the wall in places and smashing a glass all over the kitchen tile. he sees dennis there, standing close and looking upset, in the corner of his eye as he falls to pieces. if he had the capacity, he'd feel remorseful that he's putting his favourite intern through this, that such a kind and pretty boy was having to see him crash and burn in the worst way possible. but he doesn't have the strength.

he mourns the fact that dennis will surely run, take his leave, report his lack of stability to the hospital. his grief at losing this young man in his life only adds to his cries and his anger and his upset, and he ends up curled in a ball and catatonic, gasping for air as he spasms from all the crying. it's left him dehydrated and with a migraine, and eventually he passes out on the hardwood floor. he can see a blurry image of dennis's feet in his vision as he blacks out, and he hates that that's the last he'll ever see of the boy. he's ruined every last thing.

he wakes up fourteen hours later, confused and weak. he's exhausted from the sobs and his hands ache from the bruises from his destruction of the wall. he doesn't understand how he's in his bed or how his jacket is gone, or how his knuckles have been cleaned and bandaged. there's water and painkillers on the side table, and the mess has been cleared up.

there's a knock on the door after a while, and robby's eyes widen and he's frozen when dennis walks through the door. he looks a little tired, but he's dressed comfortably and holds warm toast and soup on a tray. he smiles at robby, and its a sad smile.

robby can't help but feel tears blur his eyes again, reasoning with the fact that dennis saw it all- saw him screaming and swearing and punching, saw him sobbing until he couldn't breathe and passed out, saw him so unbearably ugly, and stayed. he didn't run and tell or judge. he tucked robby into bed, treated his wounds, and cooked him warm food.

i just imagine that he just goes up to pretty ladies at the bar,points to trinity,tells them " my friend over there likes you", then looks at them like this

a hucklerobby f1 au

Robby's hoping for a fresh start this season.

Backed by APXGP and driving alongside rookie hotshot Trinity Santos, all he wants is to forget the entirety of the past year and all the setbacks that came with it — the disappointment of not having won a Championship title in over a decade, the anniversary of his mentor’s death, and the discovery that his previous teammate, Frank Langdon, had been competing while high on benzos. To make matters worse, the board of directors, unhappy with Langdon’s bad press, Trinity's attitude, and Robby's recent performance scores, have offered an ultimatum: place first in at least one Grand Prix in the upcoming season or they'll be forced to liquidate the team. 

Being the oldest driver on the grid, Robby’s sure this is going to be his last chance to prove himself and secure his legacy, and he’s determined to make it count. 

But when he finds out that Langdon, fresh out of rehab, has joined Ferrari and will now be racing against him, all while trying to make amends with everyone he left behind at APXGP, Robby's optimism and resolve start to crumble. And with Santos' recklessness resulting in a debilitating accident in Monza, it's up to their reserve driver, F1 newbie Dennis Whitaker, to take her place and save their shot at victory — and maybe Robby's sanity, too.

It won't be easy, he knows that for sure. But Dennis is sharp, focused, and ambitious, and he—along with team principal Jack Abbot, technical director Dana Evans, and chief mechanic Cassie McKay—makes the dream of once again earning the World Drivers' Championship trophy seem possible for the first time in a long time.

All Robby has to do is what he does best: keep his head down and drive.

And, of course, ignore the flutter in his stomach every time Dennis throws him an eager, enthusiastic grin during training, or the lurch of his heart every time someone makes contact with the kid's car out on the track, or the urge to kiss the champagne off his lips when they finally make it onto the podium.

dennis in return decides to start smacking robby's ass. however, the first time he tries it, he realises that robby's ass is as flat as a plank. he's basically smacking bone, rather than plump flesh like he has. after a few shocked moments where the two men stare at each other and marvel at just how nonexistent robby's ass really is, dennis comes up with a solution.