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mdni 18+ — ᨳଓ .

>⩊<.ᐟ currently writing for: dr. jack abbot (the pitt), dr. dennis whitaker (the pitt), andrew “pope” cody (animal kingdom), and sammy bryant (southland)

i write fluff, smut, and angst! i like writing angst the best and feel that its my strong suit.

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the space between: part 2.5

summary: what you and jack did during your 2-year break up period

content warnings: f!reader, afab, talk of depression on reader's side, W friend!dennis & trinity, W friend!robby, y/n used, jack miserably failing at acting unaffected by the breakup, probably medical inaccuracies

author's note: is this song an insane pull or what

also side note i know that a lot of people would say that a breakup wouldn't/shouldn't trigger a depressive episode, but in MY case with MY depression, that does happen. it may not apply to everyone, but it does to me, so i'm going to use it. :)

you and jack handled your tragic breakup very differently, that was clear to just about anyone who spent time with either of you.

for you, it destroyed everything you knew to be true. you were a woman who loved structure, and no jack meant no structure.

the worst part of it for you was easily the depressive episode that followed. dennis and santos watched as you faded away before their eyes for weeks after jack left you.

it started with your favorite books left untouched around the apartment, then it was piles of laundry in your room growing until dennis ended up washing them for you because he felt bad. as time passed, you stopped putting effort into anything other than your doctoring. you no longer worked out after work, or followed through with your 'everything shower sundays.' worst of all, you just... stopped being the cheery girl that dennis knew.

for the whole time the man had known you, you'd always been so bright and funny and positive. always seeking him out to share good new or gossip, making an effort to celebrate his wins while you were in med school. even now that you're both real doctors, you always strove to make him feel important.

but you'd stopped.

it wasn't that you were a bad friend. dennis knew, and he didn't hold it against you. how could he when you could barely muster the energy to get up in the morning?

eventually a few months, dennis and trinity brought up the prospect of you going back to therapy over dinner. they'd expected you to blow up or to be mad that they'd even suggested that.

however, you seemed almost... eye-opened. as if you'd realized that maybe that was exactly what you needed: to go back to therapy for a bit.

a week later, you were back in the familiar office of your old therapist. a month later, the weight on your chest had already lifted slightly.

of course, progress wasn't linear. much to your dismay, simply the sight of jack when he happened to come by to spectate day shift set you back to square one.

it took until the end of the 2nd year for you to act somewhat normal when jack would walk in during your shift. you still stared at him with a pale face and wide eyes every time he'd walk in, but you didn't spiral into looking at old photos and hovering your thumb over his contact afterwards anymore.

for jack, it was much different. he hates to admit it, but he became somewhat of a manwhore. he would pick up girls at the bar with robby, trying to go for those with the same hair color as you, that way he could pretend it was you he was kissing and loving on.

still, though, when he lay in bed beside his hookup of the night, he wouldn't be looking at her. while she was asleep beside him, he'd be wide awake, looking through photos of you--not the two of you, just you.

he hated himself for acting as if he didn't care, but it was the easiest defense mechanism he had. he hated even more that he had zero connection with you anymore. for your mental state after the breakup--rightfully so--you'd blocked jack on all social media platforms. you hadn't blocked his number, but he knew better than to send you into shock mid-shift when his name appeared on your screen.

the only way he knew how to combat the heartache he felt was with cruelty, hence why he was so mean to you whenever you did interact. he'd torture himself with the sadness he felt at the sight of your betrayed frown.

he felt insane without you, as unhealthy as that was given that he broke up with you. he thought he'd been doing you a favor; he could see now how incredibly wrong he was.

thankfully, jack had robby in his corner playing messenger. robby would report to him on how you were doing, sating something inside him.

"she lost a patient earlier, but she's doing okay. i think the cookie i gave her helped."

"she seems real happy today. thats good, right?"

"yes, she's fine, before you ask."

"no, jack. i didn't tell her about last night. but you should quit it with the hookups, seriously."

robby would also run to jack as soon as you said something about him. sure, it violated your privacy a little... but it was all in good faith, right?

"y'know what she told me this morning? said she felt sad."

"wait, what? why was she sad?"

"apparently she accidentally baked your favorite breakfast for santos and whitaker and realized what she was doing far too late. reminded her of you."

"well, shit.."

"you need to text that girl."

"...why?"

"i asked her why she kept checking her phone every five seconds. she said something to me about how she was just praying that you'd reach out, even though she knew you wouldn't."

"she thinks i wouldn't? why does she think that?"

"i don't know, brother. maybe cus it's been 10 months and you still haven't reached out!"

so, yeah!

for you, the breakup worsened your mental health. for jack, it worsened his whorishness 😉

this is so rushed. i'm ashamed.

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SHAWN HATOSY as Stan Rosado

The Faculty (1998)

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oh my he looks good

#shawn hatosy

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Shawn’s tweets was the only reason i created my X account (I use it from the web cus I’m NOT downloading X), this are some of my all time favorite Shawn posts (some are missing but whoooo cares) 🥹❤️‍🩹

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(ignore that u can see my phone camera shush)

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zivistardust

Brendon Park who actually craves softness in sex. Who doesn’t have much gentle contact with other human beings so when he has it in bed he fucking savors it. Who loves lips on his neck and hands on his back and soft grabs of his muscles.

And you should have seen this coming, really. Now it feels so obvious. Of corse Brendon would be touch starved. A guy with such a hard, cold, rigid life. But you couldn’t imagine it

But now it’s clear as day. Now you see it.

You wrap your arms around his torso and he moans softly in your ear. You kiss along his jaw, his stubbly five o’clock shadow and he shudders. Rub your hands up and down his firm chest and be whispers “baby” like a plea.

He’s actually real sweet in bed, empathetic. When you feel awkward and shy he reassures you softly in low tones, guiding you along. No shame or turn off, just help, just trust. You’re safe, you can be a little awkward with him. This is soecial and intimate.

In the aftermath, then, he doesn’t kick you out and take a boiling shower like you’d expected. He pulls you into his chest- apparently he likes to cuddle face to face- kisses you slow and gentle and no longer sexually charged, strokes your hair, rubs your back. He’s cuddly. And he’s a good cuddler. And it’s been a long time since you’ve been held, so how long has it been for him? So when he holds you close you hold him back closer and stay there. Stay snug.

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hucklerabbot takes europe 💪

scout-spaeny

no cos baran starting her first fucking day by bringing in bagels for the entire department and leaving alone and crying in her car I am going to punch God.

koifee

Au where they meet at a bar prior to the hospital.

blueberry pancakes

summary: spending a soft, slow, sunday morning with your boyfriend dennis whitaker leads to a failed attempt at making breakfast

content warnings: afab, f!reader, gf!reader, super fluffy, dennis and reader are described to have woken up in only undergarments but no smut/suggestiveness otherwise, kissing, dennis is touchy, reader referred to as '(my) baby,' 'love,' 'sweet girl,' and 'darling'; dennis is referred to as 'baby,' 'handsome boy,' and 'honey. that's it!

as you blearily blink open your eyes, the sight you're met with is a rather delicious one.

to your left, dennis is starfished out on his stomach in his big bed, the sheets resting at his hips, his upper body bare. as if he can sense that you've awoken, his arm comes over to drape over your bare waist, hand sliding up to trace over the clasp of your bra.

"can i help you?" you whisper teasingly through a giggle, swatting his hand away just to snuggle under his arm, "good morning, handsome boy."

he chuckles lowly, lifting his arm so you can burrow against him. "ah! your nose is cold, baby," he groans at the feel of the icy thing poking his warm, bare shoulder. "you freak."

you pay his comment no acknowledgment except for a nip to his shoulder. "you're off today, right?" you confirm, earning a nod from him against your head. his lips come down to press warmly to your forehead. "mmm..."

"aw, my baby," he coos gently, clearing his throat to eliminate the sleepiness. "yes, i'm off today. so are you, yeah? amazing."

your hands roam his back, going down to his boxer waistband and back up to his shoulders. "ah, i love you," you sigh, making dennis sigh as well.

"i love you, too, darling," he groans, sitting up against the headboard now. he tugs you atop of him to straddle his hips, leaning forward to press his forehead into your soft chest. his arms lock around your waist, using you like some sort of teddy bear. it's a bear hug in every sense of the word.

you giggle, "dennyyy!" you whine, but he just wraps his arms tighter, like a vice.

"mm, you're too sweet and cozy, baby, i can't help it," he protests, but ultimately releases you from his hold.

he pats your hip. "cmon, up. i'll make breakfast."

once you both crawl out of bed and slip on some clothes--you, some shorts and a t-shirt; him, some pajama pants slung low on his hips--dennis departs to the kitchen to cook while you make the bed. he's quiet, careful not to wake trinity as he grabs a pan and some plates.

you can tell just from the ingredients he gathered that he's making your favorite: his blueberry pancakes. to you, there's nobody who makes better blueberry pancakes than your lover, dennis whitaker.

nobody.

you pad over to him, your socked feet pitter-pattering against the hardwood. you stop behind his taller frame, arms wrapping around his waist as your head falls between his shoulder blades.

"hi, sweet girl," he murmurs while he waits to flip two pancakes, reaching a free hand back to pat the top of your head affectionately. "you didn't have to make the bed, y'know. i plan to snuggle with you in there all day anyway."

you giggle softly. "mm. hi, honey. you're so warm and cozy..." you hum, breathing in the mix of cologne and dennis that clings to him. "it's just habit to make the bed. sorry, denny."

he chuckles. "it's okay. you're feeling so lovey this morning, aren't you, baby?" he coos, turning around briefly to kiss your hairline. his big hands cup your face as he coaxes your big, sleepy eyes to meet his.

when they finally do, he coos once more. "fuck, you're pretty," he sighs before pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your left eyelid, your right, then your nose, and each of your cheeks. then, last but not least, your pretty lips.

you pull away gently after a moment, smiling up at him sweetly. he can literally feel his heart melting, turning into goo in his chest right then and there. you're so fucking cute to him--maybe it's cuteness aggression.

"oh, shit! den, the pancakes!" you squeal, reaching behind him to quickly take the burning pancakes off the pan and plate them.

you giggle uncontrollably as he panics. "oh, shit, baby!" he exclaims, voice cracking with distress. he laughs nervously, tossing the two burnt-to-a-crisp pancakes in the trash. "thank goodness you caught that, baby. otherwise trinity would've eaten us alive for setting the fire alarm off."

you can't stop laughing, replaying in your head the panic on his face when he realized what happened. "denny- you- ha! you looked you scared-"

he picks you up, tickling your sides, happy to listen to your squeals and giggles. "such a brat," he teases. "would you still be laughing if i actually burnt the apartment complex down, huh?"

you squeak. "yeah, i would be, cus ya looked so funny!"

"you're so mean to your poor, old boyfriend, love. where'd my sweet girl go, huh?"

"old? you're 27, den."

"i have an old soul," he pouts, burying his face in your neck. "you know me."

despite yourself, you can't help but smile fondly and bring your fingers to his hair to scritch softly at his scalp beneath his curls. "yeah, i do know you, honey. real well."