Little!Frank asking Robby if he can play with Little!Dennis but Robby is hesitant, afraid Frank will get bored or frustrated since Dennis is so small the extent of play he can understand is limited + he is sick, but Frank says he wants to be Dennis’ doctor so all Dennis has to do is sit there.
Then Robby is feeling all warm and fuzzy inside watching Frank use his pretend doctor tools on Dennis, and Dennis giggling around the paci in his mouth. He doesn’t understand what’s going on, he just knows his big brother is being silly and paying lots of attention to him.
hate that mohan doesn't get the credit she deserves for being an amazing mentor to both whitaker and santos in s1. she balanced strictness and encouragement perfectly and she was instrumental in whitaker bouncing back from his bad cases and gaining confidence but somehow the credit for that goes to robby even though he didn't do shit aside from giving a ted talk on emotional repression... not only that but she was the ONLY doctor to tell santos that she deserved to be there and that she was good at her job.. it was trinity's first day there, she was enduring psychological warfare from a white demon, and samira was the only one to look at her and say langdon was wrong! he's not right about you!! not even robby says that to santos ever!!! samira mohan.... you are teacher of the century and we will avenge you
Made a whitaker drawing and decided it had to be hucklerobbot so i also made a sketchy drawing of robby and Abbot realizing they are old and creeps (i love them so much)
Also the whitaker drawing is on my inprint
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks.
I know canonically that dennis is a messy guy, leaving shit all over his and Trin's apartment. However, I know that he would never, ever do that shit at abbot's for one reason only: he doesnt want to inconvenience abbot's mobility with a wheelchair or crutches in any way
I just love the idea of trinity complaining about how fucking messy he is and going like 'i know its his adhd or whatever but jfc its a tip in his room' and abbot being all confused because dennis is the tidiest person he's ever lived with, everything is in its place and pushed to the side. and then him realising that dennis is trying so hard to be tidy just so Jack's life is that little bit easier and it melts his heart
"brother, the day you realize your own sexiness and use it against me is gonna be the death of me," jack said with a shake of his head early in his and robby's relationship, during the days when robby acted like a blushing, bashful deer every time jack would compliment him, go crazy over his date night outfits, tell robby how stunning his body was, yes, even without a six pack, jesus, robby, you really don't know...
at the time, robby would just blush and scoff at the idea of such a thing, at the thought of a world where he did have that confidence.
a handful of years later, when they've settled into things, when they're married and committed for life, when they're as comfortable around each other as can be--that day comes. and it is indeed the death of jack.
it comes in many forms. robby stocking up on those tight tshirts he knows jack loves to see him in, the ones robby would once avoid wearing when jack stayed over because he thought they were too tight, too unflattering. jack trained him to see things otherwise.
robby wears those tshirts under every scrub top now, to bed when it's cold, in the morning when he's making them coffee, and jack gets so hard it's dizzying.
same goes for the shorts that ride up robby's thighs, the thighs jack will leave covered in hickeys and handprints, the thighs he loves to nuzzle into on his way up for a blowjob. same goes for the way robby does up his cufflinks when they're going to a charity gala, the veins in his wrist, the way he puts on his watch so effortlessly, shrugging into his jacket, opening the door for jack--all a recipe for jack needing to press him against the wall and kiss him until he looks claimed enough to be seen in public.
robby does it on purpose there, too.
he's doing it on purpose when jack is at work and robby sends him videos of himself jerking off, or a half nude from the bathroom, or pulling down his sweatpants a bit to show some hair before he goes to bed, or even just a thought about you tonight in bed at 10pm text which can only mean one thing. all of the above contribute to jack's early grave.
fucking christ, handsome, jack will reply, don't be such a tease. but he knows robby does it for this reaction, so jack has really fucked himself.
and then there's the way robby will fish for it, whispering bashful questions about what jack thought of his new cologne or that nude from earlier in the week, if jack liked it, if he got off to it, if his clothes smell like robby's cologne, if he doesn't mind that robby stole his shorts for a jog. he usually asks these things during pillow talk, or right when they wake up, both times that aren't great for jack's concentration.
"hitting me with my guard down, man, that's just..." jack will say, before he gets distracted by whatever filthy image of his body robby is putting into his head, and has to kiss him about it. "wanna get you naked." and robby goes along with that a lot easier than he once did. jack drags out the mirror to face the bed and robby no longer throws a fit. he lets jack give him a reacharound and whisper in his ear about how it looks. he lets him.
and there's that gorgeous, impish, blushing grin on robby's face when he gets the reaction he was hoping for, as if seeing it over and over is an affirmation that jack really does love and want him that much. jack is happy to affirm him, sad it took this long for robby to believe he's attractive, but fucking hell. the handover kisses, the teasing, the pictures, the early morning filth, the way robby singsongs i love you at 6am, the clothes he wears when they've had an argument and he wants jack to give in and apologize. he knows the power he has over jack, and he damn well uses it.
the smile alone will do him in. he wants to get drunk on robby's smiles, the real ones, the genuine spur of the moment ones when jack makes him so happy it bursts out. and he gets this happy from his husband affirming that he's attracted to him? he's really too much to handle.
"death of me," jack has taken to muttering under his breath whenever robby is pulling one of these moves. robby just chuckles into his mouth, giving him access to whatever part of his body he wants, because he's sort of, somewhat, finally accepted that jack loves and wants it all. jack is living the fucking dream.
Dennis on pedes rotation at ptmc after his ED one and before he graduates, and one day he comes down to the pitt bc theres a patient hes been sent down to check out. Anyway, everyones happy to see him, asking him how he’s doing and its nice, trinity teasing him about the kids putting stickers all over him - she picked one out of his hair. And Robby’s chuckling along, its nice to see the kid again, and he’s amusing to watch, all that awkward midwestern fumbling.
But then Dennis picks up the baby/toddler, and Robby just stops fucking working like. Damn. When he’s caught staring, watching chubby hands prod dennis’s face as their eyes meet, and dennis asks “what?” With a soft laugh as he rediverts the baby’s hand away from his mouth, Robby responds “nothing. A baby suits you, whitaker”
Robby flees the room awkwardly, blushing brightly, and avoids trinity for the rest of the day, hoping dennis hasnt told her anything.
