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Frank Langdon ☘︎ Uncovered Secrets ☘︎ Psych!Reader

Dennis Whitaker ☘︎ Psych!Reader

Jack Abbot ☘︎ Smoke Break

Michael Robinavitch ☘︎ Loathing

[allconsumingghost]

i HATE when people imply Santos “ratted out” Langdon. she raised concern about him stealing drugs, and rightly so. she didnt know if he was using and practicing medicine, selling them, overdosing patients. its a fair and very aware thing to do. weird thing to think, if it was Whitaker who reported him yall wouldnt give a fuck.

[strandedtoodeep]

trinity every time someone interrupt her charting

[asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3]

Can you imagine being Frank? Literally. The girl who ratted you out on her first fucking day is now in a parent/child relationship with your Boss. She’s fucking the woman you’ve always had a love/hate rivalry with. Her roommate is the terrified little white boy who has TAKEN YOUR ROLE as favorite worker by your Boss. (Also he might be fucking your boss????) And your Boss, your Mentor, the guy you had called a Friend, is not only currently avoiding you, but also about to go on a sabbatical to keep avoiding you for the next 3 months.

He’s stronger than I am cuz I would be crashing tf out

[wyndchill]

Real ones know Santos was doing her job by not only preventing a crime but ensuring patient safety. She did so with discretion even after Langdon yelled at her.

[alethialia]

One thing I dig about Robby is that he's wildly kind and empathetic... and also an entire fucking dick. Queen Bitch of the Cunt Parade over there. Thinks he's got all the answers, hates to have his authority questioned (especially by women!), and snarking back is his first instinct. Fandom has a tendency to sand off his edges because of his big heart, but nah dudes, this man will cut you.

And I fuckin' LOVE it.

[puppydogwhitaker]

i think joy ‘admit him to med surg’ kwon needs to spend some time with jack ‘lie about the size of the fetus’ abbot

[puppiegracie]

I absolutely fucking love how well they're handling Robby's character. he's not overtly sad/slow anything like that— in fact, he seems almost cheerful. laughing and grinning, much lighter this episode than the season one pilot. why? because he already has plans. because he knows after this shift, it's over. it's the fucking warnings for suicide. if a depressed person suddenly seems "happier"... you check in on them.

it's reminiscent of s1, his interaction with Dana— "the hairier it gets, the funnier you get, and you are on fire today." he's not going to be obvious about it. the only reason he's a bit more settled is because there's 'an end in sight' of sorts. Robby please get help

[twlveclaras]

LOVE the pitt fandom. it’s a medical drama and you’re all treating it like a choose your own adventure romantic video game.

fandom culture is SO back😭😭

[pukicho]

You are not "three apples tall" bitch you are an evil ghoul and you are tall as fuck

[laceoddity]

javadi to evil whitaker

[timothyolyphant]

THE PITT S02E05

[crackleisstoned]

Loathing

pairing: Michael 'Robby' Robinavich x reader

a/n: did i listen to What is this Feeling and think of this? Yes, Yes I did. I also listened to it the entire time I wrote this. Enjoy. warnings: none really. some arguing and a big ol' kiss at the end summary: it was known in the pitt that you and Robby butted heads. But this heated rivalry held a deeper desire word count: 1278 words

It was not that you hated Robby. You didn't hate anyone, not truly. But the way he could get under your skin, how he pushed buttons you didn't even know you had, how his moods seemed to affect everyone in the ER. Well, frankly, you were over it.

Perhaps there was a time you thought Robby was hot. How good he looked with his glasses on. How kind he could be to patients. You had always enjoyed a man in charge. Yet, if anyone ever asked what you thought of the chief attending, a harsh scoff would leave you before saying 'I suppose he is good at his job'.

There had been several times the pair of you butted heads. He shot down your ideas, criticised the tests you ordered, and made you explain everything you did. It drove you nuts. You weren't some intern. You were a seasoned doctor, damn good at your job. If he couldn't see that, then perhaps he should wear his glasses more often.

But what really made your blood boil, what made you pick fights in the ER with him instead of biting your tongue? It was when he was rude to others. Taking out his shitty moods and bad days on others. Most people learned quickly that while Robby was in a mood, it was better to keep your head down. It was not to say it happened often, but the man could be rather kind at times. Understanding of situations, acknowledging a mistake, and praising a job well done. You wished the man could be like that all the time.

"Careful, your little boyfriend seems to be in a mood," Dana called as you walked past the nurses' station, her eyes twinkling with mischief as a grin spread across her face.

It was not a well-kept secret that you and Robby would get into fights at times. Something Dana liked to tease you both for. She swore up and down that the pair of you were meant to be together. You were one of the only people who would give it back to Robby, not shying away from his intense gaze. At times, even made him admit fault. She claimed it took a special person to do that.

"Ha Ha Ha." You laughed sarcastically as you came to a stop to stand on the other side of the bench from her. You knew it was futile to argue with the woman; she would simply give you a Cheshire smile as you ranted away. "What's got him so wound up? The day just started." Dana gave a small shrug, "Now, how should I know?"

"Well, thank you for the heads up."

"Anytime,"Dana called to your figure as you departed, chart in hand as you began your day.

Your day had gone so well that you began to wonder if Dana was lying when she spoke to you in the morning. Or maybe it was because you had not seen much of Robby. He seemed to be everywhere you weren't, paths crossing for only a moment in the hall as you headed to different rooms.

However, such peace was to come to an end. You had heard him before you saw him. His voice was harsh and pointed, scolding Mohan for her performance. It was not uncommon for Robby to scold Mohan, she took more time with patients than anyone else. Not that you ever viewed it as a bad thing. You thought it was nice. Besides, she got the work done.

But the way he was speaking to her rubbed you the wrong way. The tone he took, and how you could hear him from outside the room. Within a moment, you had made your decision. Their voices got louder as you got closer.

"I don't care! I don't care for your excuses! I-" "Dr Robinavitch, is there a reason your voice is so loud?"

Your calm voice cut off Robby's increasingly louder one. As you took in the scene, you noticed how tense the man was, how his shoulders were pushed up, hands flying around when he spoke. Mohan was as stiff as a board, and her eyes simply watched him. Both sets of eyes flicked to you, Robby's swirling with a mixture of emotion, while Mohan's was full of relief.

"What do you want?"

Robby's voice was sharp as he spoke to you, the build-up of frustration, stress and annoyance switching to you instead of Mohan. "I was wondering why I can hear you from across the ER." You replied coolly, "I'm sure our poor patients don't want to hear you chewing out one of your fellow Doctors."

"I was just explaining to Dr Mohan about her performance." Robby defended, voice still sharp. "Well, it sounded to me more like a verbal beating." You challenge before turning to address Mohan. "I'm sure you have patients to attend to. Why don't you go do that, while Dr Robinavitch and I chat?"

With a small nod, Mohan was quick to leave the two of you alone. A tight-lipped, thankful smile on her face as she passed you, shutting the door behind her. Now it was just the two of you, and you watched how Robby seemed like a caged animal with too much energy pent up. His large hands rubbed the back of his neck, something you were quick to note happened when the man was stressed.

"How is this any of your business anyway? Not everything revolves around you. You know that, right?" Robby spoke harshly as his hands moved to his side. "That's rich coming from you. God, you make everyone walk on eggshells because you have the emotional maturity of a toddler." Your tone matched his, no longer trying to stay calm and collected.

"Me?" His hands point into his chest before he lets out a humourless laugh. "I am the one who has to deal with everyone's fuck ups. Gloria is breathing down my neck, and I don't have time to baby everyone through everything."

"Oh, please, don't give me that bullshit, Robinavitch. We are all in the same boat here. The quicker you get that through your thick skull, the better."

"You're a real piece of work."

"Yeah, you're no prize either."

The pair of you failed to notice how you had both moved to the centre of the room. Now only a step away from each other.

"Do you find some sick enjoyment in fighting with me? Or is your life so miserable that you need to find something to fill it with?"

His words had you scoff, fingers coming to press hard into his chest. Voice laced with venom as you spoke, "I would rather not spend the time I'm meant to be helping people having to argue with you about everything. Maybe if you took your head out of your ass for a moment, you would see how pig-headed you can be."

A silence took over the two of you, chests rose and fell with angry breaths. Your eyes mirrored the same fire he held. For a moment, you saw his eyes flick down to your lips. Both of you were hyped on adrenaline. Minds scattered with anger and frustration. You moved in synchronisation, hands rushed up to fit purchase on the other, mouths clashing together with a sort of angry hunger. For a moment, you forget you hated him.

When you pulled away, you were the first to speak. "I loathe you, Dr Robinavitch." Your words were quiet, only above a whisper, but you knew he heard. A cocky grin spread across Robby's face as he spoke, "And I loathe you."

[deansdeer]

MOMMA'S BOY

pairing. Dennis Whitaker x f!reader

genre. fluff. fake dating. hurt/comfort word count. 2.8k

summary. You let yourself get sucked in on a road trip to Dennis' family farm. you know nothing about his family but the more you learn the more you are relieved you went with him

warnings. car breaks down, implications of child abuse bad family dynamics: his brothers are bullies, abusive father, toxic masculinity: Dennis calls himself a sissy, thinks of himself as less of a man for crying, he has tattoos, fem!reader.

a/n. I loved writing this so much so it going to have to parts,,,,. ty jay for helping me out. based on this request.

When you saw Dennis that morning you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest. 

You've been living with Trinity and Dennis for a while now. You were used to all their quirks and.. bad habits. ahem,,, trinity... that's not the point. the point is he's going home and you're going with him. 

It started when he told his parents when he was living with two roommates. Having religious parents they assumed he meant two men. so, naturally, when his mom was on face time and saw you, she assumed you were his girlfriend. "Dennis? who's that?" she narrows her eyes making out the form of a woman in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner. "Does my baby boy have a girlfriend?!" she was so excited... it would've broken her heart if he said no.

he called you over "hm?" you walked over seeing him mute the call "mymomthinksyouremygirlfriendpleaseplayalong— here she is!" you barely had time to register what he said before you were awkwardly waving to her. you introduced yourself and she asked a few questions. "where do you work?" "how old are you?" "How long have you been dating?" you told her everything she wanted to know. You worked with Dennis, you were 25, and you've only been dating for a few months.

Only one of those was a lie. and then she asked something you didn't have an answer for "so are you coming home with my denny?" you were a bit stunned, stuttering slightly, looking to him for help. "no mom she uh I don't think she can" she looked disappointed and it broke your heart a bit. "uhh I can check my schedule and let Dennis know" you smiled. It wasn't a sure answer but it was a possibility. And she liked that possibility. When he hung up he apologized profusely offering to tell his mom you can't go.

"Dennis, it's fine I felt bad she seemed excited that you had someone." Maybe it was wrong but you didn't mind it that much, you wouldn't mind a little vacation... even if you would be dealing with his brothers which you've heard about a lot. "You really don't have to go." he insisted, feeling guilty.

"If you want me to go, then I'll go." you told him. And maybe it was wrong of him to want you to go.

You called off the same days he did, and you packed your clothes for his small town of Broken Bow, Nebraska. "Is it like, super conservative? cause my summer stuff isn't great..." you called from the floor of your room. "It's uh..." he got up and went to your room "I'll just help you..." you showed him the clothes you were going to pack. He vetoed most of them. He ended up letting a few stay after seeing your little pout. "I know, I'm sorry, they are just weird." he said trying to be comforting. "I can say you're sick?" he offered... again. "Den, it's fine, I'm only joking."

Trinity kept teasing the two of you. "Pretending to date? really?" she asked "hey, not my idea" you told her. "I told you you didn't have to go!" Dennis reminded you, lugging your suitcase and duffle from your room. "Jesus, how long are you staying a month?" Trinity was shocked at how much you packed compared to Dennis' medium suitcase. "like 5 days?, what if I buy stuff? I also packed other things in case they were too showy." you said as if it was obvious.

Dennis huffed, "you should see how much underwear she packed..." There was a long pause "no— not like — I wasn't peeking!" he sighed in defeat "ill just take these to your car..." as soon as he's out of the apartment you and Trinity break out into loud laughter.

"Give him a hard time" Trinity gave you a hug "and don't let those freaky small town people talk down to you" she patted your back. you and trinity were from relatively big cities. She knew you wouldn't let them be mean to you. Dennis came back up for the last of the bags, and you, letting you bring the small cooler and snacks. 

You finally got on the road letting him drive first. He wanted to drive, he wanted to prolong the reality aproaching as much as possible. As you drove he told you small things about his brothers, not things you'd have to remember, just things to prepare you. How they are loud, how they are bullies, how they are annoying, inconsiderate, assholes. You were surprised at just how angry he got over this.

"Dennis, it's fine let's just listen to music for a bit, we have 15 hours ahead of us..." you comforted him. He nodded, taking a deep breath. 

As the two of you drove you'd showed him some of your favorite songs, he liked most of them, even ones he didn't like. He was nice about it. He showed you some of his, you loved them. Every time you'd get gas or stop for food you switched. You learned more about each other than you had in the last few months of living together.

You learned about his childhood. How his dad and brothers treated him, his mom was great... sometimes. How he studied theology in his undergrad. You loved listening to him. You two would talk about drama at ED. He told you about how Amy was doing. You warned him about how unprofessional it was... yet in the same breath, you offered to come with him so he could do yard work and take care of their farm while you helped with the baby.

After about 11 hours of driving he pulled off the highway, "okay lets— oh..." he smiled softly down at you, seeing your seat all the way back, laying on your side, sleeping soundly as Johnny Cash played softly on the radio. He can't help but stare longer than he should. You look so peaceful, so beautiful— he shakes his head and gently wakes you up from your nap, his hand resting on your side, where your waist and ribs meet. His hearth thumped at your soft mewl and the way your face scrunched as you sat up.

"huh? are we there?" you ask "no not yet, thought you might be hungry, we can get a motel and sleep for a bit okay?" His voice is soft. you nodded while getting out with him. You stretched yourself out groaning at the crack of your back.

You followed him into the dinner, a bit slumped. He laughed softly at your cute sleepy face. the two of you got burgers, fries, you asked to get a milkshake for the road and he teased you for your sweet tooth as he obliged.

He drove the two of you to a seedy motel. He ran in as you stayed in the car before coming back out with the keys and parking closer to the door before shutting it completely off. "Here you go, I'll bring your duffle up if you wanna shower or something" he offered. you nodded, taking a key and getting out to walk into the room. 

He soon followed, setting your duffle bag and his book bag at the foot of the bed and plopped down on it. his arm falling over his eyes. you came out showered and in a towel changing in the restroom before coming back out to lay down. Both of you were too exhausted to care about sharing a bet.

When you woke up, he was sleeping on his back with his arm tucked under your head. you grinned softly, your eyes tracing the curve of his nose. the way the warm, golden rays of sun shined through the curtains, hitting his face so beautifully. As he wakes up you roll over pretending to be asleep. "mm hey... we got 5 more hours on the road" he said gently shaking you. 

you roll over scrunching your face like you just woke up "hm?... oh okay..." you got up. He helped get everything back in the car, and he checked out of the motel before you guys left to get breakfast at another diner. 

Breakfast was short n' sweet, nothing special. you'd steal a bite or two of his hash browns and he'd take a bit of your pancake. It was hot. You had on jean shorts and a tee shirt. He had on his faded, scuffed up blue jeans and a tee-shirt. You covered breakfast since he bought you lunch and dinner. his face looked sorrowful, more so than usual. You knew he wasn't looking forward to going back. Maybe that's why you wanted to go. So he'd have someone there to connect with. 

Stupid, right? It's his home town, he had to have some friends? 

He sat in the passenger seat, quiet, dejected. You'd been talking for a second before he cut you off with "sorry what?" you sighed, grabbing his hand. "Don't be so scared of going home, okay?"

"Easy for you to say, you don't know them" Dennis sassed. But he didn't pull his hand away from yours, instead he squeezed harder. "Well, you're right about that... what I do know is I got your back, and I'm a loud-mouthed city girl." I smiled at him "as rotten as they come."

He laughed softly "thanks..." he put the seat back, manspreading as much as the front seat allowed. 

30 minutes later he was asleep, Ethel Cain playing softly, when the engine sputtered. You sat up, letting go of his hand to put both at 10 and 2. you swerved a bit before pulling your car over to the shoulder of the long stretch of empty road. 

"Fuck!" 

That woke him up, "huh? what happened, why are we stopped?” "I— I don't know! There was an engine light and something sputtered!" you blurted out anxiously. "Alright, it's alright." Dennis attempted to calm you down but this was your worst nightmare. Stranded, on an empty rural road, in the blaring heat. "Easy for you to say!" you yelled, realizing the irony.

The two of you got out of the car to assess the situation."I'm gonna die, I don't wanna die Dennis" he just laughed "what are you laughing for!? We could die out here! Have you ever watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre???" his hands wrapped around your biceps. "We aren't going to die. Okay? I'm going to fix this." you give him a confused look as he goes to your trunk to find your emergency kit. 

He's walking back to set it down in the grass that's already irritating your calves. "Besides..." he paused taking of the teeshirt he had on so he was just in a wife-beater. "their care didn't break down, they stopped on their own." he smiled. 

You gave him the craziest look. amazed at his placid demeanor. "what are you doing??" you asked him, as he popped the hood to your car. "Relax, I know what I'm doing.”

you stepped back after previously hovering. looking him up and down as he worked.he a rag in the back pocket of his faded blue jeans, and he wiped whatever oil that got on his hands on his wifebeater. His jeans sagged a bit, letting his boxers peak out. you stared at the way he bent over the engine making sure everything was okay.

Dennis got dirtier by the second and you teetered on your feet in the grass getting bit by mosquitoes. "What's wrong with it?" you asked. "uhh looks like your fuel pressure is off... quick fix should get us back but we can get it fixed when we get to a Broken Bow." he said putting it back after wiping it with his rag.

He put the kit back in the trunk and leaned on the open window of the passenger door "start 'er up." he told you. you bite your bottom lip turning your key, the engine running as good as new. 

"See? told ya' I know what I'm doin'" Dennis beamed getting back in the car, filling it with the faint smell of motor oil. "thanks" you smiled at him. Dennis offered his hand again, "no way, you have motor oil all over your hands." 

he gave a little pout and wiped his hands on his shirt, again, offering it to you, again. You smiled at his attempt, taking his hand in yours.

Just an hour before getting to the Whitaker family' s farm you stopped for gas, and to give him a breather. you got out filling the tank back up. you weren't really looking forward to your road trip ending or meeting his family, but you were happy you got to be with him. 

You looked down to see him sulking, reaching your hand into the window and ruffling his hair, "hey, your turn to drive." 

Dennis slowly got out of the car, keeping his head down "alright alright..." Then you saw it. A little tear trickling down his face. "hey, hey what's wrong?" you asked, brows pinched together. you were holding his face to get a better look at him.

It's not like he wanted to cry, it was just one tear. Then you asked him what's wrong and opened the flood gates. He didn't even really know why he was crying. He was a man, he shouldn’t be crying over going home after years of not seeing them. but all He could do was shake his head, lip quivering as he struggled to catch your gaze.

he pulled away, taking a few steps away from you. He turned to face you for a moment "I just... Fuck! I don't want to go back to that shit hole fuck..." he gasped. "my— my brothers? are fucking assholes! and my dad hes— hes worse!" he choked on his tears. holding his face "and momma? — oh god... she —" he looked down crying into his hands.

"s'okay den.. you don't have to tell me, not at all" you pulled him into a hug, your face drawn with worry at his distraught state. your hand pushing his head into your shoulder. His whole body stiffened. He didn't want to get you dirty but you didn’t care. you squeezed tighter and he finally hugged your waist crying into your shoulder

"m'such a fuckin' sissy..." he cried. "no you're not Dennis..." you felt his arms get tighter. you pulled away enough to look at his face "you're like the strongest guy I know, you got this I know you do."

Your hands rubbed his back to the nape of his neck till he matched his breathing to yours as you stood at the gas pump. He pulled away when he felt a little better, his hands a bit tight on your waist. You smiled, brows still pinched in worry, as you wiped the tears away "you got this."

you pulled him closer to kiss the tear stains on his cheeks. and he hugged you again, your shirt riding up from his hands pulling you closer. He kissed your temple and messily along the side of your face mumbling thank you's and I’m sorry's. 

"It's okay, it's okay, are you feeling better? do you still want to go?" you asked Dennis, rubbing his side. He nodded "yeah... yes" he nodded. He was so embarrassed about crying in front of you that he wanted to be strong. like he had to prove himself. "you don't have to den..." "yes I do"

you kissed him as if it would snap him out of this delusion. you had no ill-intent. but you knew he'd become hyper aware. "Dennis. You have nothing to prove by going to that farm." his eyes locked on yours. nodding his head "I want to see my momma..." you sighed and nodded "okay..."

He got in the driver seat and you got in the passenger seat. You looked at him as he started the car, studying his face, and he pulled out of the gas station.

your head rested on his shoulder, looking down at the tattoo on his forearm. You brought your index finger up to trace over it, feeling his body relax from your touch.

An hour or so, maybe less, had passed and he turned on a dirt road. you pulled his hand to your lap letting him squeeze your hand as you got closer and closer to the farm. Your free hand reached over rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

He stopped the car after pulling it off to the grass. "Kiss me again," he asked. you obliged, softly pressing your lips to him as he lazily kissed back, letting you cloud his senses. You only stopped, hearing a screen door open.

† — @str4wbsstuff @whitakertaker @d3ad-aliv3 @undecidedig @soulluvrrr

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[crackleisstoned]

Smoke Break

pairing: Jack Abbot x psych!reader

word count: 1055 words summary: a smoke break on the roof turns into a heart-to-heart when you find Jack up there too. warnings: allusions to suicide, mentions of losing a patient

It wasn't uncommon for you to spend some time on the roof. The air seemed fresher. The world was quieter. Most importantly, there was never anyone up there. It was a small sliver of paradise you had found one night. Sick of smoke breaks being interrupted by your co-workers, when all you truly wanted was a moment of silence to get your head on straight. You loved the people you worked with, you truly did. The banter with Shen. Teasing with Ellis. The shared eye rolls with Walsh. They had almost become a sort of second family, held together with eye bags and bonded trauma.

Your hands were already rummaging in your pocket for a lighter as you pushed the heavy door to the roof open, cigarette hanging from your lips. The wind was the first thing that welcomed you, blowing wisps of your hair back as it forced you to cover the flame of your lighter. After a couple of failed attempts, you puff in the first drag, allowing the smoke to burn your throat and coat your lungs. The irony of your addiction was never lost. Years spent working together with addicts to help them kick their addiction, and working in a hospital, you have seen how such habits can take a toll. Yet, you continued.

As you tilted your head back, a figure in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Curiosity ran through you as you made your way over, footsteps loud enough to be heard over the wind's whistle. Jack stood on the other side of the railing, seemingly unconcerned with his own safety or your presence. The sight had worried you; how casually he stood there, eyes trained on the ground far below, chest rising and falling with each breath.

You had an undefined relationship with Jack, closer than friends but less than lovers. Stolen glances. Hushed words. Lingering touches. The pair of you never spoke about it, perhaps out of fear of rejection. But you had never seen the man so defeated as you did now. His shoulders sagged. Eyes distant. Mouth pulled into a tight line.

Orange-stained fingers grabbed the cool metal railing as you rested your arms against it. Lips wrapped around the filter, you took another drag, the smoke billowing out into the skyline. It seemed enough to take Jack's attention from the ground to give you a sideways glance. You allowed the silence to surround the pair of you, the distant sounds of the ground just barely drifting this high.

"You know," you began after a moment, voice laced with jest. "This is sort of my spot. Just because you're a big doctor doesn't mean you can take it over."

A small hum pulled from Jack at your words, as though he had not truly registered them. Instead, he answered to acknowledge, not to speak. Silence was something you found comfort in. A friend you have gotten used to after years as a psychologist. You have seen people in all sorts of times in their lives, many never had the words to describe the whirlwind of emotions that tore through them every day.

"Talk to me, Jack. You know I'm probably the best to handle whatever mix of thoughts swirls in your mind. I've made a career out of it, haven't I?"

Silence hung over the pair of you for a beat longer. Jack's lips parted slightly as though he was thinking what to say.

"I just... I couldn't save them. I tried so hard, but it wasn't enough. She had her whole life ahead of her. Newlywed. Honeymoon next week. Her husband... he was crushed."

Silently, you listened to him speak. His voice tettered on the edge of breaking. His fist clenched and unclenched in a self-soothing way. Emotions swirled in his eyes, all mixed into a single pain.

Jack spared some of his past with you some time ago. Some stories of his days in the army. Mentions of his wife. The grief that he wore like a cloak. In turn, you had bared your own heart to him. Stories of younger years. Stories you did not like reliving. It had brought the pair of you closer.

"Jack, it's not your fault-" "But it is."

His sharp voice cut you off, eyes boring into yours. As you took another drag, you tried again, voice steady. You did not speak to him like he was broke, like he was only half a step away from the edge. You knew he would hate it. You would too.

"So is it my fault when I lose a patient? When I can't help them? When they end up coming back only a couple days later in worse shape?"

"Of course not." His quick reply, eyes watching you with the same intensity you had studied him only moments before. "Then why are you any different?" You questioned, smoke escaping your mouth as you spoke.

"Because...." He began but stopped after a moment. Eyes falling back to the ground below, as he tried to think of a viable answer. "Because why?" You pushed.

"Because I'm meant to be better."

"You're not a Superman." Came your easy reply, eyes watching him. He seemed more present than he was when you first came over. Mind more on the conversation than on the thoughts in his head.

"Everyone loses patients now and then. It's a part of the job. Of course, some hit closer to home than others. We wouldn't be human if it didn't affect us. We will always carry them with us. Our minds drift to them during the quiet moments. But if we allow them to consume us, the grief and empathy we feel. We would never be able to help others, to continue, to live."

Your words sat with Jack for a few moments. His mind was going over each one like a prayer. As you finished your cigarette, he spoke in a voice less solemn than it once was.

"How do you always know what to say?" With a shrug, you smiled slightly, the sight pulling a small one from him. "It's my job."

As you pushed off the railing, Jack ducked under to stand at your side.

"Thank you." "Anytime. Besides, you can't leave me with Shen. I need backup for his unlimited energy."

[crackleisstoned]

Uncovered Secrets

pairing: Frank Langdon x Psych!Reader

a/n: just a little something about Langdon and psych!reader. Hope ya'll like it, and please send in requests for what you'd like me to write.

summary: Frank Langdon has a secret, a secret you believe you have uncovered. But not everything seems as perfect as it is. word count: 884 words read more of this if you want more of this pair

"I know your secret."

Lamgdon sucked in a breath of air muffled by the deepness of his lungs. Chest to chest, you could feel the sharp intake of air. Eyes adjusting to the limited light, you could see the worried expression that befell his face as he took in the whispered sentence. The dread that took over his body as it became rigid against your own.

With a shaky breath, his mind was quickly filled with various excuses and explanations that could absolve him of wrongdoing. After a beat of silence, he spoke voice filled with false confidence.

"I don't know what you think you know. But I promise you have the wrong idea."

A cocky smile stretched on your face, as though you had everything figured out. You did. For weeks, you had been studying the man like you would a textbook back in University. Taking notes of his subconscious routines. How he spoke to those around him. How protective he was of the inside of his locker. How he did everything he could to keep the contact between the two of you as minimal as possible.

Perhaps he thought he would be able to get away with it. If he kept you at arm's length, if he kept his sentences short, if he avoided you. That dirty little secret would stay that way. A secret. A shame he bared alone. Yet, the distance only intrigued you more. Determination to know everything about people and your ego pushing you to figure out his logic behind his actions.

"Then enlighten me, Langdon. Because I have a good picture of what is going on."

Your words were filled with confidence. A mystery was never hidden from you, and this would not be the start of unsolvable ones. A deep sigh left the man, his fingers pulling through his hair in a self-soothing way. His next words came out in quick succession, the explanation tumbling past his lips.

"Fine! You caught me. Is that what you want?" His voice sneered as it hid the true desperation in his words. "I'm not a fucking addict, okay? I do my job well. The pills are only because of the stress. I know it's wrong, okay? Swiping pills from patients is horrible. I don't need you to berate me for that, alright? But you can't tell anyone. If people find out, this would be the end. My life would be fucked. You would ruin it."

It was clear he was trying to keep his voice low, lest someone passing by overhear the conversation. His eyes refused to meet yours, trained on the ceiling as he regulated his breathing. Too caught up in his own world to see the shock that flashed across your face, lips parted in a small 'o' shape. This was not what you thought it was.

The secret he was keeping was his addiction, stealing meds from the patients to whom he prescribes them. Not that he had a crush. Like you thought. The secrecy that surrounded him as a functioning addict. Not the crush, you believed, he was harbouring on you. Perhaps your conclusion was born with self-obsession and ego.

After a short moment, you spoke, face pulled into a neutral expression and voice filled with practised steadiness.

"Frank." The use of his name pulled his eyes back to look at you. "You know I have a duty to report you-"

His rushed words cut you off, voice no longer hiding the desperation he had. "You can't. You don't understand. I'll lose my license, my job, my friends. I'll not be able to practice medicine again."

You knew what he said was true. There would be a long investigation into this. It would take a toll not only on him, but those in the Pitt. You can imagine their crushed and shocked expressions once people found out, their trust in Frank broken beyond repair.

On the other hand, you had a duty to report this. What if one day he took too much and botched a surgery, or misdiagnosed a patient? But your heart softened at the pure desperation that rolled off of him. The knowledge that his future was in your hands was not lost on either of you.

"You have to answer my questions honestly." Without a moment of hesitation, he answered, "I will, I promise."

You began asking him various questions relating to his drug usage, how often, how much, and the reasons behind it. Each question he answered with what you believed to be honesty. Your face was stone, not wishing to give any misplaced hope or disappointment.

After a small while, you had come to your verdict. Your eyes meet Franks and you would see the whirlwind of emotions behind them. The worry, anxiety, frustration, and desperation all mixed into an indescribable feeling.

"I won't tell anyone, Frank. Not this time."

'Thank yous' flowed from his mouth as he pulled you into a tight hug. It pulled a small smile from you as you wrapped your arms around him softly. Pulling away, you spoke once more, voice stern.

"But you must promise me that we will work through this. You'll start going to rehab on your days off. Start talking to someone, it doesn't have to be me."

"I promise."

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omg psych!reader with dennis 😭 that farm boy has some baggage

Hi anon! I would love to write a little smth for psych!reader and Dennis >:) Hope this does it justice.

☘︎ psych!reader who isn't somewhat annoyed by Whitaker. Who enjoys how he seems to have a positive attitude, or at least not completely miserable. Someone they don't have to constantly keep tabs on throughout the day.

☘︎ psych!reader who is actually kind to Whitaker, flashing him rare smiles and giving him a small 'nice work, farm boy' when he catches something others may have missed during an assessment.

☘︎ psych!reader who knows that under his smiles and jokes, there is something simmering underneath. A hidden desperation for the approval of those around him. A hidden desperation for the acknowledgement of his peers. A hidden desire to constantly be doing something. To fill up time.

☘︎ psych!reader who notices that Dennis often does not eat much, like themselves and many others in the pitt. Who will casually leave a protein bar next to him as they walk past. Who, on the few times they actually bring a decent meal, will take a couple of bites before claiming they weren't hungry and shoving it towards Dennis not caring for his complaints.

☘︎ psych!reader who enjoys teasing Denniis during the shift, flashing him a sly grin when they notice he caught whatever snarky comment they muttered under their breath. Who offers Dennis to join them on a smoke break, even though they are aware he doesn't partake. Partly because they want some company and partly because they enjoy his presence.

☘︎ psych!reader who blows smoke past his head, eyes trained on him as he talked about one thing or another as they stood in the ambulance bay. Who will sometimes mention something new they have picked up on the man, enjoying the way he seems shocked and wary for a moment.

☘︎ psych!reader who when things get too much, when everything they carry on their shoulders begins to crush them, seeks out Dennis. Because they feel he may be one of the few people in the Pitt able to help.