Mar 8
Now hear me out, THIS Dr. Robby (not Carter, just young Robby)
With this Whitaker
It’s not clocking to you that I’m standing on business is it?
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Now hear me out, THIS Dr. Robby (not Carter, just young Robby)
With this Whitaker
It’s not clocking to you that I’m standing on business is it?
Its not a here me out; it is a hold me back at this point
intern young robby being the one to find dennis on the eighth floor…
it was insane. robby should’ve checked with his grandmother before he offered the spare bedroom, but that whitaker kid had one of the worst days he’d seen anyone have, like, ever. the idea of just letting him languish in a dingy, abandoned floor with no working AC was simply not acceptable.
and his bubbe ended up loving dennis! she’d give dennis the first scoop of kugel, which was, quite frankly, offensive.
but, the thing was, robby understood. dennis was so fucking likable.
he did more dishes than robby ever did. he watched terrible old lady television with bubbe and didn’t even make fun of it. he was quiet after nine and didn’t sneak in girls up to his room like robby did in med school.
having dennis across the hall was nice. he was funny in a subtle, plausibly deniable way. robby liked the guy. robby liked the guy a lot. a confusing amount.
robby had only snuck girls into his room. he’d never wanted a guy to knock on his bedroom door until now.
so when dennis did knock, robby’s heart pounded. robby had just showered a shift off and was lounging horizontally on his bed in his robe. “come-“ his voice crack and he cleared his throat. “come in!”
dennis was in his infuriatingly adorable pajamas. the pants were ridiculously long. the shirt was hanging on by a thread literally. his collar bones were exposed by the thin material. he was holding his old laptop, scrolling on it with a scrunched face.
dennis anxiously asked, “can you read this over for me? it’s basically a third of my grade and i think i sound like a fucking a idiot.” dennis put his laptop in front of robby on the bed, just sort of lingering by the foot of it.
robby finished the first page of fifteen before questioning, “are you gonna stand there the whole time?” he could barely comprehend the words he was reading knowing dennis was leering at him in his bedroom in just a terry cloth robe.
“oh, sorry.” dennis hesitantly sat down. he still intently observed robby, waiting for the inevitable edits.
they got closer, inch by inch, correction by correction, until robby had gotten to the bibliography.
robby, who was still laying down, actually had to crane his neck to look dennis in the eyes. his breath stuttered a little bit when he noticed how close they’d gotten, just an open laptop between them.
robby had to clear his throat again. “it’s good!” he hoped his hair hadn’t dried in that stupid way it could sometimes. “you’re a good writer.”
dennis looked down at his criss-crossed knees, nearly blushing. “thanks.”
robby slid the laptop down towards his legs, just to have less between them.
“no, it was really good. you’re…convincing.”
dennis laughed a little. “i’ve never been called that before.”
and robby was tired. he’d worked a double, he’d done CPR and hundreds of sutures and prescribed a billion different medications. he wasn’t liable for how he acted when a confusingly pretty boy like dennis came and sat on his bed with no regard for the effect he had on people.
robby pushed up on his elbow a little higher. “you have a way about you,” he whispered.
and robby could’ve sworn dennis looked down at his lips before he quietly asked, “you think so?”
robby’s eyes definitely wavered down when he replied, “i do.”
both nearly started leaning in when bubbe’s voice cut through the tension. she yelled from the kitchen, “boys, dinner!”
they both scrambled to get up. robby’s robe nearly came untied in his haste.
robby stuttered out, “just-just tell her i gotta get dressed.”
dennis relayed the message. poor boy was so confused when bubbe coyly replied, “oh, it’s about time.”
theres things happening. sooneth
Young Robby - @natendo-art’s vision
When I started writing my Robby-centric story “L’dor V’dor” (which started posting before the revelations in the last two episodes of Season 2), I did a lot of thinking about Robby as a young man. Specifically, Robby in high school, college, and med school.
I asked @natendo-art to create a sketch of Robby as he might have appeared in college in the early 1990s.
This is the result, and I absolutely love it. I love the little details: the flannel shirt and band tee, the cigarette, the ripped jeans, the chain wallet, the ear piercings (including daith piercings), and of course the beard and shaggy hair.
Isn’t it fabulous? I think I saw this guy at a Pearl Jam show in the fall of 1993.
Check out Nat’s Patreon for more deliciousness!
well… here are the initial sketches I did for the collab with @permanent-fire-hazard ♥️ I let her choose which one she felt more inspired by to write about and then we went from there
see finished result of the second sketch here
I guess that’s a pretty good reason
Michael (Robby) Robinavitch x Jack Abbot
Summary: A young Jack Abbot sees a cute nerdy guy in a Nirvana shirt - and suddenly everything changes.
A/N: It's kind of a draft, so don't expect it to be perfect. But I love medschool!rabbot so much...
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The party was already too loud.
Robby had figured that out about ten minutes after arriving and spent the next forty trying to determine how soon he could leave without seeming rude. Someone had shoved a red plastic cup into his hand near the door after he had paid the entrance fee of two dollars. He wasn’t even entirely sure what was in it.
Beer, probably, he decided after taking a sip.
The living room was packed with students from med school. Music blasted from speakers that were probably too expensive for any of them to actually afford - so they must have taken over some poor parents house. Probably without them knowing.
Robby lingered near the wall, watching the crowd. He adjusted his glasses and took another sip from his cup, glancing at his watch. Maybe ten minutes more then he would go back to his dorm.
“Having fun?”
The voice came from beside him. Robby turned - and immediately forgot whatever he’d been about to say because that guy standing next to him looked like he’d stepped out of a recruitment poster.
He was broad and athletic, had close-cropped ginger hair, wearing cargo pants and a black shirt that stretched across his shoulders, seeming physically impossible. The kind of guy who probably spent his weekends playing football and somehow still managed straight A’s.
Computa, I’m thinking about My Dad’s best friend Rabbot fic , Older!Jack , Younger!Robby
Jack works with Robby’s dad, Robby is 18 going into university for premed. Jack is already a doctor.
Jack and Robby’s dad have been friends since college. Jack watched Robby grow up…
Robby’s dad isn’t a very present father. His main focus has always been work. Robby has never been his top priority, and Jack has always seen that.
When Robby’s mom left them both, his dad started working even more, always leaving him at his bubbe’s.
Jack has always told his friend that he needs to be more present in Robby’s life, his friend always dismissing him. Telling him that he isn’t a father so he has no right to say that and that he has no idea what he is even talking about.
Jack starts to spend more time with Robby, taking every chance to show him there is someone in his corner.
It was no surprise Robby started to get a crush on his dad’s best friend.
…. Shall I continue? Or is this only my niche?