PALM OF HIS HAND ⋆˚࿔ jack abbot smau
my mouth hasn’t shut up about you, since you kissed it. the idea that you might kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well, before any kiss.
summary following your six month leave, you’re back at ptmc ready to continue your residency. you tell yourself you’re fine. the weight is manageable. the rush of the hospital should keep your thoughts from wandering where they shouldn’t. for a while that mindset will work, but there will be times, fleeting, where you remember why you left, and will have trouble remembering why you’re back. he won’t make it any easier, and he’s not going to let you leave again, and maybe you aren’t ready to leave either. he’s already figured you out, and he’s tightening his grasp on you, ready to hold you steady in the palm of his hand.
warnings fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, conservative usage of y/n, suggestive language, slight angst, sexual references, mostly fluff, reader’s nickname is gerbil (explained later), the author tries to be funny 😔 age gap (29/50), mentions of grief and loss, estranged parent(s), reader often misses social cues. (will include chapter specific warnings) past emery x reader (if you squint) unhappy ending
a/n came across this tweet, after a night of binging the pitt, and here we are now.
01. day one 11. day fifty-one
02. day four 12. day fifty-eight
03. day eleven 13. day sixty-four
04. day twenty 14. day sixty-nine
05. day thirty 15. day seventy-five
06. day thirty-one 16. day seventy-six
07. day (nth) 17. day eighty-two
08. day (null) 18. day ninety-three
09. day forty-one 19. day one-hundred
10. day fifty 20. epilogue
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