hiii!!! you can call me Asher or Mateo since those are the names i commonly go by now.
im really shit when it comes to intros, but i’m rarely active on tumblr unless i have something to bark about…
but i’m litterlly just a guy. just a guy who has a tail to wag about litterally anything :3
I am really into call of duty, Red dead redemption 2, the pitt, and animal kingdom rn !!
but these are other stuff i’m really into as well^^
Legend of Zelda 🫶🫶🫶
your turn to die🫶🫶
six of crows🫶🫶
master of one🫶🫶
Dark rise🫶🫶
arcane 🫶🫶
batman/dcu🫶🫶
DNI!!
Homophobia/transphobia
Rasicm
Making fun of people for their interests??
Genuinely don’t be an ass
NOR GROSS ‼️‼️‼️
I’m here to have a place to publish art or writing? It’s mostly writing lmao. I have a few fic drabbles and poetry posted. I havnt written fan fiction in a hot minute ._.
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auugh my undercut is starting to grow out again
atp i need to learn how to use a razor cause i can’t be needing to make a hair app every 2-3 months for this shit. better yet. FIND SOMEONE who doesn’t care to reshave it
ohhh i YEARN for the days to find myself a partner who can cut my hair for me
Summary/Synopsis:
With a the many brilliant additions to the Pitt alongside you, it is easy to feel like you are getting overlooked.
Fortunately, Jack notices your upset and goes to talk to you about it.
Original Request.
Fandom: The Pitt
Word Count: 2.8k
Tags → They/Them!Reader, Med-Student!Reader & Jack Abbot,
(If any tags need to be added, please inform me. <3)
Misc. Tags:
● Not proofread much.
● wrote mostly with speak to text. Sry for any weird wordings and shit. 😓
Author's note:
● Half way through the fic i reread the request and realized that (1) that the request said fluff/comfort when i was writing angsty... LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN THAT INTRO??? and (2) I don't know if i know how to write pure fluff??? Like i was at a lost... So i just.. went along with what I had...
You shouldn’t have felt hurt by it. It made no sense for you to be hurt by it. That you have been overlooked once again. You don’t stand out much nor do you make any big waves like the rest of the new additions to the Pitt do.
Victoria is a child prodigy. Trinity is brash, but she has personal experience to balance it out. Dennis? Well, that hurt you more. ‘Cause though you feel like the two of you were in the same boat not seeming to quite excel at anything, for whatever reason, Dr. Robby took him under his wing.
Which leaves little ol’ you in the shadow of their greatness.
You sighed as you watched Dennis get dragged along by Dr. Robby once more. You don’t bother look to where Victoria is, knowing that she is shadowing Dr. McKay again. As for Trinity? You looked over at her charting, rolling a pencil between her teeth as she nonchalantly went about her work with seemingly no care in the world.
That level of calm? Your envious.
The commanding voice of Charge Nurse Dana sounded out through the central hub. She announced to the room a motorcycle accident not far from here with an ETA of a few minutes.
Dr. Jack Abbot, who had his backpack on and was looking like he was just about to leave, looks about the room. “Where’s Robby?”
“Somewhere with Whitaker,” Dana said attention on the patient board, seeing if she can clear out beds for any other patients that may need it; ever the moving gear she is.
Dr. Abbot sighed. “Damn it.” And dropped his bag behind the central hub’s counter. “(L/N)! Santos! Need the both of you! On coming!”
You perked up at that. Looking about, you wondered if you had heard wrong or if it had been someone else who was the one being called.
Trinity sighed from her work desk, stretching in her seat before standing to head to the ambulance bay. As she passed you, she patted you on the back. “That’s you, (Nickname). Let’s go.”
Your eyes widened, and you clambered out of your seat, barely catching the gloves that Trinity tossed your way as you hurriedly followed suit.
You clumsily put on your gloves as you made it out into the Ambulance Bay. You stood a few paces from Trinity and Abbot as you waited for the ambulance to arrive.
“What are we looking at?” Trinity asked.
“Motorcycle accident with possible serious burns,” Jack responded, looking out into the street ahead.
“Yikes,” she responded.
He nodded. “I could go without hearing about motorcycle incidents for a while,” he muttered.
It almost sounded like a comment meant for his own ears, but Trinity huffed at that nonetheless, seeming to share in some knowledge with the attending that is lost on you.
You shifted your weight onto your other leg as you waited in painful silence for the ambulance to arrive; a feeling that you seem to be alone in.
You felt eyes on you and turned to the side, and met with the questioning gaze of the Night Shift Attending.
You didn’t know what to make of that, nor did you give yourself the opportunity to process that look as you swiftly turned your head back onto the road. You cringed at that, being painfully aware that Dr. Abbot had just witnessed you actively avoid his gaze.
Before you could die in your embarrassment, siren sounds blared out, and red and blue lights that came interview: the ambulance arrived.
—
You got dragged into a trauma room with Trinity and Dr. Abbot.
Unfortunately, the case wasn’t as simple as a minor motorcycle swerving out of control and skidding the rider’s knee or spraining their something or another. The vehicle had went out of control, yes, but the vehicle parts were in such a state that it was a surprise that it didn’t crash and didn’t blow sooner (an assessment Dr. Robby made as your patient and him talked Motorcycles). Unfortunately, the vehicle did blow, but only as a good Samaritan tried to pull your patient out of a crash, causing them to get caught in the vehicles blast range.
The Samaritan was critical and was being handled by a team of Dr. Robby, Dr. Langdon and Dennis Whitaker.
As for you, you’re dealing with the rider: less critical, in account of them wearing a helmet and protective gear, but still not doing well…
The riders burns and injuries were assessed: broken rib and wrist, dislocated shoulder, and on top of that partial thickness burns; it was fucking gnarly.
“That’s one way to describe it,” Dr. Abbot said.
You met that comment with a confused look, only to then realize that your thoughts about the patient were not much of a thought…
You internally screamed as you snapped your attention to the patient trying your best to not let your embarrassment get a hold of you.
Dr. Abbot remained in sidelines as he told everyone what to do: Mind the burns. Mind the wrist. Make sure to stop the burning, and dress it carefully. We’ll get to the shoulder when we can.
“Okay team. Let’s roll.”
—
You couldn’t get out of the room fast enough.
You removed your gloves, tossing them half-hazardly into the trash, shoving the doors open on your way out and beelining to the Ambulance Bay.
You needed air. You needed to breathe. And you needed to get the fuck out of there.
You can’t help your reaction. You brought this upon yourself after all, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less.
You remember Trinity taking on the relocation of the patient’s arm. A self-satisfied grin on her face as she felt and heard the socket pop into place.
“Okay, that’s cool,” is what she said, as she stood there, impressed at her own work.
Abbot’s look of amusement, and complementary comment is what hurt you. “You’re a natural,” he told her.
It shouldn’t hurt to get overlooked like that. Trinity earned it. She put herself out there. But getting overlooked over, and over again, starts to chip at you eventually.
You made it out into the Ambulance Bay feeling the pain, disgust and envy writhing in your chest.
Pain for being dismissed.
Disgust for being that badly affected by it.
And envy at Trinity for making it seem so easy and having what you want.
Which you suppose returns you back to disgust for thinking that of Trinity; she earned that praise, and you don’t deny that.
Doesn’t hurt any less though.
The cool air of the ambulance Bay washed over you the moment you got out. You found a quiet spot just around the corner, behind some well tended bushes. Ironically, right now, you wanted to go unnoticed, the last thing you needed is for someone to see your upset at not getting an "atta boy.”
You huffed at the thought. No matter how you look at it. It’s fucking pathetic.
You sat at the spot you found, bringing your knees up and hiding out of sight.
You needed to calm yourself. You can’t be this bothered by not receiving praise for your work; it’s embarrassing.
A frustrated groan ripped out of you as you pulled your knees closer to yourself, replaying the scene in the trauma room all over again.
'Need to breathe. Need to calm down.’
Taking a deep breath, you dropped your knees and began to set up, when something caused you to shoot up straight in your seat, hitting the back of your head on the wall behind you. You hissed as you brought your hand to the back of your head, but eyes were trained in front of you, wide and in shock, at the sight of one Dr. Jack Abbot.
“Jesus, kid, have you no awareness of your surroundings?”
If there was any point in time you’d welcome death, this is the moment.
Your face grew flush as you processed the sight of the attending in front of you, simply leaning against the wall, as if he had been there from the start, or as if he were simply keeping you company.
You just stared in stunned silence, brain buffering as to what to say.
He raised a brow at that. “Did you hit your head hard? Here let me take a look?” he moves towards your hand out to check for an injury, snapping you back into the scene.
You pulled away before he could get to you. “N-no, I’m fine. There is no—“
He fixed you with a look, that left no room for discussion.
You bit your lip, minding your words, before dropping your hands to your lap, leaving the attending to do as he pleases.
He checks the point of impact, careful to not actually hurt you more than you have done to yourself; the thought embarrassing as you play it out in your head, before pulling his hand away.
“Doesn’t seem serious. Might just hurt for a while, though.”
You nod. Not wanting to make any wrong move.
“So, why’d you race out?”
“What?” Your eyes snapped to him.
Jack went back to his original position: Arms crossed, leaning on the wall, staring you down. “After the patient got sent away, you raced out of there. Everything went smoothly. Injuries were assessed and taken care of, no surprises came along, Dr. Park didn’t even threatened to bite someone’s head off and yet…“ He raised a brow at you, allowing you to finish the thought.
“Just… just wanted to distress.” You said your poor excuse of a lie.
“After one of the least stressful trauma cases? Come on, kid, do you want me to believe that?”
You bit your lip. “Well, it would be nice if you did.”
He sighed. “Okay, now, I’m not going to let it go. Spill.”
“It’s not important.”
“But you still ran out of there.”
You opened your mouth, but didn’t have anything to say to that.
"Did you… I don’t know, wanted to handle the dislocation or something?"
"No… not quite."
"okay…"
"You don’t say anything else."
"Kid, I can be here all day."
“No, you can’t.” You fired back matter-of -frankly. “You just got out of a 12 hour shift and stayed overtime. There is no way you can stand on that leg for long.” You looked down at his prosthesis before meeting his eyes then you pulled a face at yourself. “Wait, can I say that? That sounded rude. Can I say that?” Turning self-conscious at your words to your attending.
Abbot snorted, and shook his head at your small panic. “Hey, it’s not like you said anything wrong,“ he pointed out. “That being said, are you going to let your attending stand here on a bad leg while you’re holding off on stuff?”
You frowned. “Are you pulling rank and guilt on me?”
He shrugged. “Whatever works.”
You paused, staring blankly.
"So?" He trained his eyes on you ushering you on.
"Oh yeah," you got to start. ‘How do I even say this? Oh, my feelings are hurt cause you’re rightfully overlooking me? Like what did I ever do to earn someone glancing my way? What kind of pretentious ass—‘
“Kid.”
“Huh?”
“You’re in your head.”
You blinked. “Right… uhm.” you pulled your knees up once more trying to make yourself small, but also trying to anchor yourself. “if I say this can we never bring it up again?
"Okay, sure, but depends."
"On?"
"Severity... I guess? hopefully you’re not going to tell me something serious."
You averted your eyes. 'Okay. Severity. Surely this won’t be brought up again, not like crying envy ranks high on severity, right?'
You took a deep breath. "I… I don’t know if I am doing well here." 'That’s one way to start.'
"Why would you think that?"
'And that’s one way to get cornered.'
"Uh," you tried to find a thing to say. "Between me, Dennis, Victoria, and Trinity, everyone seems to excel at something or another. They bring something to the table and I just… I don’t know I just… feel inadequate? I get looked over, I'm not the 1st to be consider for things, well, not even the 2nd or 3rd either. Just am kinda... there. Taking up space.
"And I know, I know, that isn’t the point of the job. We’re here to save and help people at their lowest moment, but… I don’t know… It hurts? Bothers me?" You shook your head and rubbed at the discomfort in your chest. "I just feel a sort of way about it and it sits uncomfortably in my chest, and it seems like none of my best attempts seem to simmer down this feeling."
Abbot stared processing your words.
"I’m sorry… That’s a lot-- I’m tossing blame. I am just…" You shrugged, not knowing what to say, resting your forehead on your knees as you hid away from your attending.
Abbot continued to stand there in silence before approaching you. You glance at the man over your knees.
"Scoot."
You did as told without question, allowing the man to sit besides you. You kept your eyes trained in front of you not daring to meet his gaze.
"You know," Jack started. "First time I’ve seen you in the Night Shift. You were not remarkable."
You blinked, staring ahead, and with a hollow voice replied, "Thanks."
He huffed amused. "But, you were a hard worker. Patients open up to you. Sure, you were awkward in your approach, but the patients were at ease with you."
You took that in.
"Procedures aren’t your bread and butter, not back then, not right now, but there was an improvement made. I’ve seen you take notes. Focus in when Robby speaks on them, and I have seen you commit to them all to heart. You’re taking your time here to learn what you need and you’re doing a good job at it."
You felt the back of your neck warm up as the buzzing in your chest faded to something lighter.
"You also work well with others, know who is good for their job, and who to ask for help; And you’re not ashamed of doing so." He paused huffing at a recollection. "Some people here think they are too big a person to ask for help and admit that they need it or even admit that they have a blind spot, but at the end of the day, we’re here for the patients and asking for help also benefits them and you carry that ideal on your sleeve."
"You’re a good med student and you will be a good doctor when the time comes. You may not be doing anything flashy, but you have the heart of a good caretaker. Any hospital would be lucky to have you."
You turned away, overwhelmed with emotions, and a bit teary-eyed.
He smiled at that reaction than averted his gaze. "Think I did a good job?"
You laughed. "Yeah." You wiped it away a tear trying to compose yourself. "Yeah. Thanks."
"Don’t sell yourself short." He smiles at you as you met his gaze.
You both shared in that comfortable silence and thought back onto your days really appreciating what you were able to bring forth to the Pitt. This compliment alone does not fix all your problems, but it leaves you feeling less inadequate than you have perceived yourself and that is a good start.
As you ran through that thought, you were broken out of it by Langdon coming out through the ambulance doors calling out to you. "Hey kid, Robby needs you in the ED."
"Me?"
"They will need a moment," Abbot responds in your stead.
Langdon looks between the two of you before giving Abbot a nod and heading back into the ED.
Abbot turned to you, giving you a pat on the back before standing up. "Well, it’s time to get back to work."
You took a deep breath and followed suit holding your stethoscope and kicking the ground sheepishly. "Thanks again..."
"Of course." He steps aside allowing you to walk past him to the ED. "Come on, I’ll walk you in."
—-
You both split off as you entered through the ambulance bay doors.
As you heading off to wherever Dr. Robby needed you, Jack headed off to the central hub. He fetched his bag and was about to head out when he had spotted Dana.
"Hey, Dana."
"Abbot? Still here? I thought you've gone home."
He leaned on the counter. "No, I had things to take care of. Speaking of which, can you pass a message to Robby for me?"
She raises a brow. "Yeah, sure."
"Tell him to stop focusing on his golden kid. It’s fucking with the morale."
She chuckled at that. "Will do."
Post-Fic Author's Note:
ngl... dont think this is one of my best work-- Well duh, thats like.. haunting silence, process or one of my other way more gripping fics.
But regardless, this might get the Date Night fic treatment where I write a different version of the same prompt cause I was unhappy with the end result.
That being said, i aint gonna let this gather dust. Instead I am going to just share if for the enjoyment of the masses.
As always, Like, Comment, Reblog with thoughts if you enjoyed the fic! Truly, seeing ppl enjoying my fic is the strongest fuel that keeps me going + if you have any other fic ideas, feel free to comment them or send them in the request box!
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bout to see the backrooms in an hour !!! i’m scared shitless and am not good at horror in ANY way. maybe.. kiddish horror or a gimmick im already familiar with, ie. resident evil or fnaf…
Hear me out on this, okay? I suck at explaining anything and writing, so give me a pass please😭
Trinity took Dennis out to a gay bar, and Dennis is a COMPLETE lightweight, and he ended up calling Robby and Jack to come pick him up. Which they obviously do, how could they not? Anyways. Jack and Robby pulled up to the bar and saw Dennis sitting on the curb waiting for them. Robby got out of the drivers seat to help him up and into the car/truck (I don't know what kinda vehicle they'd drive). Jack got into the back seat with Dennis so he wouldn't sit alone. Robby opened the drivers side and got in. He buckled himself yadayada as Robby was driving back to his place in silence. Dennis began to speak. Slurring his words, Dennis let out small little things like, "You're soooo handsome..." and "where have you been, alllll my life...?" whilst tracing jacks freckles on his exposed arms. Once they got to Robby's place, they sat Dennis on the couch and got him some water and toast and some advil just in case.
After a while, Dennis began to get sleepy, so the two older men brought him to Robby's room and carefully and slowly undressed Dennis, not in a sexual way but in a caring, loving kind of way. Once Dennis was in his boxers, Jack grabbed one of Robby's old shirts and pulled it over Dennis's head. Blah blah blah they all end up cuddling, Dennis in the middle and they all fall asleep. The end
(Listen, I know this is butt, but I'm bored and got the sudden urge to write a sweet Hucklerabbot thingy mabobber)
WOAH I POSTED SOMETHING THAT ISN'T A RANDOM THING FOR ONCE?? INSANE
bout to see the backrooms in an hour !!! i’m scared shitless and am not good at horror in ANY way. maybe.. kiddish horror or a gimmick im already familiar with, ie. resident evil or fnaf…
i love tomodachi life smmmmm… my friend and santos had such a friends to enemies to lovers moment 😭😭 (my friend fell in love with santos after they made up)
AND NOW POPE FUCKING FELL IN LOVE WITH ROBBY AND FIRST SIGHT AND OH MY GODD😭😭‼️‼️‼️
like brooo i already got hucklerabbot living tgt rn… AND ADDING POPE INTO THE MIX ??? god please … omfg
i love tomodachi life smmmmm… my friend and santos had such a friends to enemies to lovers moment 😭😭 (my friend fell in love with santos after they made up)
AND NOW POPE FUCKING FELL IN LOVE WITH ROBBY AND FIRST SIGHT AND OH MY GODD😭😭‼️‼️‼️
like brooo i already got hucklerabbot living tgt rn… AND ADDING POPE INTO THE MIX ??? god please … omfg
