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What if Dennis found Vicâs purple panties in the bed and Robby tells him that he bought them for him. Dennis questions why they were crumpled in the bed and stained. Robby lies and says he jerked it thinking of Dennis wearing them.
What if Dennis wears them to work and bends over? Victoria sees the purple lace and blurts out âare those my panties??â mid charting.
Alpha Robby scenting Dennis without realizing it. Beta Dennis didn't grow up around alphas and omegas and just thinks that's what hospitals smell like. He doesn't understand why people complain about coming home smelling like the ER. He thinks it's nice.
Robby fully convinced that Dennis is just an omega on scent blockers, nevermind that even if he was, it's still not approbate to scent your unmated omega resident.
Alpha Trinity trying to decide if she should tell or just wait it out and see what happens. She decides watching is more fun and now has a running bet with Jack for when they'll figure it out.
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I actually recommend everyone write for a rarepair once because it completely changes your relationship with fandom. Engagement stops being numbers and starts being names. You know who's going to show up. You recognize usernames. Someone disappears for a while and then comes back and you're like âOH MY GOD WELCOME HOME.â It's incredibly wholesome. It is also deeply inconvenient when all six of you simultaneously get writer's block-
One of my rare pairs (Spock/ La'an) became canon and I cried literal actual tears when they kissed soooo hold out hope! It can happen! Like 5 people on tumblr fever dreamed it into existence.
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on occasion, dennis whitaker will ground himself with⌠the ground. growing up with hardwood floors, it wasnât uncommon for him or his brothers to splay out on the floor to try to escape the summer heat. nowadays though, he just drops to the carpet of the apartment whenever he feels homesick.
the first time he was a little nervous, turning to trinity and asking, âhey, is it cool if i like⌠lay on the floor?â
âumm, sure? i donât care, man.â
it becomes one of those behaviors of his that trinity deems slightly weird. eventually she gets used to it, and doesnât even bat an eye when she has to step over him, sprawled across the kitchen floor, to get to the fridge. sometimes he falls asleep, most times itâs just for the comforting familiarity.
baran, however, does not have the same knowledge, and one afternoon, about 2 months into dating trinity, she opens the apartment door with trinity in tow carrying groceries. thatâs when she finds dennis inexplicably laying loose-limbed along the living room floor.
immediately considering the worst, a habit sheâs picked up since working at the pitt, she braces herself to face whatever may be wrong with him. looking back at trinity, she whispers, âdonât go in there⌠let me take care of this.â locking the door behind her, baran anxiously creeps towards dennisâs slack body.
confounded and worried, trinity sets down the bags and searches for the spare key under the mat. then, she cracks the door open to peek inside and sees the scene playing out. silently laughing to herself, she sneaks up behind baran, whoâs about to check for a pulse, and gently tosses a loaf of bread at dennis. it lands right on his sternum, and heâs suddenly resurrected.
simultaneously, baran and dennis sigh out the words, âwhat the fuck.â baran out of confusion, dennis out of annoyance.
unable to hold her laughter back anymore, trinity starts heading to the hallway to get the rest of groceries, âwe got white bread for the white boy!â
dennis groans out a thanks, and baran, trying to regain control of her breathing, flops down next to him on the floor.
She has an entire pintrest board dedicated to decorating her nest in pink blankets covered by a lace canopy. She wants to tuck her mate's sweaters in between a perfectly calculated mix of fluffy and firm pillows so she can smell him no matter how she lies down.
She wants to be mated. She wants to run her fingers along her mate bite when she's staring off into space. She wants to ride his knot until he fills her with pups.
Because of course she wants pups. She wants as many as she can handle. Wouldn't it be great to have a few sets of twins?
But most of all she wants to be treasured. Omegas are special. She wants to be a good little omega for her alpha and to be cherished in return.
Jack Abbot x wife!reader. Their daughter was excited for take your kid to work day, but when told she canât go to the ER, she fakes a stomach ache a few days later and panics her parents.
My app refreshed before I could like it. Does anyone know the author or fic?
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authors notes: i love me a good age gap fic, HOWEVER, what if he had an equal aged and equally as stubborn girlfriend? guess we're about to find out. i loved writing this, i love writing for the pitt (even if it pushes me out of my comfort zone.)
warnings: reader has the nickname dr sunshine even though she's the opposite, reader gets assaulted by a patient, talk of healthcare workers getting assualted, they're both as stubborn as each other. i think that's it, but let me know if i missed anything!
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summary:
jack loves you, he does, but when you take a hit out in the ambulance bay by a less than satisfied patient and try to brush it off, you test every inch of his patience.
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you were fine. totally fine.
if you told yourself that enough times then you were hoping it would come true.
the cold concrete underneath your back and the blood in your mouth told you otherwise. you hadn't seen him coming, maybe that was made the whole thing worse. even if you had of seen him, he was way too big for you to do anything about. you recognised him vaguely, some disgruntled guy who'd come into chairs during day shift and was still there when you clocked in tonightâand looked like he wanted to take it out on someone.
that someone was you.
you groaned as you pushed yourself up onto your knees, blood splattering from your nose onto the pavement. this could be worse, you thought to yourself. not because the injuries could have been worse, but because there could have been witnesses. "okay, atta girl. you're strong, you got this." you murmured in a pathetic attempt to hype yourself up. it worked in some twisted kinda way as you got back up to your feet, leaning against the wall as the first wave of dizziness hit.
the er was still buzzing as you stepped back through the ambulance doors, the wall of noise hitting you like a freight train. "hey, can youâwoah, alright." ellis rested her hand on your shoulder as she guided you toward the nurses station before she pulled a chair around from the other side, pushing you down gently before you had chance to complain. "sit. someone grab abbot, and tell security to get off their asses! " she knew what you were like, shen knew what you were likeâanyone who worked a shift with you knew what you were like.
but even you couldn't brush off an assault.
jack was just stepping out of central one as he clocked it. well, he clocked someone saying his name first and then his head lifted, eyes locking with yours. you looked like you'd been steam rollered, let alone punched. right eye darker than his usual cup of coffee, blood trickling down from your nose, it wasn't good. he crossed the er with the efficiency of a predator chasing it's prey, dodging everything that had potential to distract him.
"the hell happened?" he asked as he dropped to a knee in front of you, already pulling on the gloves that ellis was holding out. "real bad time to propose, abbot. i know i'm not that classy, but i at least expect dinner first. maybe a glass of wine." you teased as you let him tilt your head back, letting your eyes flicker up to the ceiling so you didn't have to watch worry spread across his face.
sometimes he couldn't say a whole lot with his words, but he couldn't quite keep his expressions in check. "no loss of consciousness, mild dizziness when i got back up, probably a broken nose and some bruising at best." you reeled off like you were handing off a patient instead of being one. "it was that guy from chairs, the one who kept hassling mateo every time he went out there. probably scarpered by now." because only an idiot would stick around after assaulting a healthcare worker.
you couldn't remember exactly when it became the normâmaybe that was more fucked up than the fact you were used to it.
"don't worry, we'll get him. and if they don't then i'll sort it out myself." his words carried enough weight that you weren't sure he was joking anymore. you'd seen him glare combative patients down like it was a walk in the park, adding you into the mix felt like a dangerous combination. "easy, easy. you're okay, just let me feel." he murmured as he felt around under your eyes, thumbs prodding a particularly tender spot. a strangled noise left the back of your throat akin to the kind an injured animal would makeâfollowed by a whole load of expletives. "jackass! swear to fuckin' god, you do that again andâ"
"easy, sailor. you know the drill, gotta check it out. you can plot my murder once i've sent you up for a ct. now, are you gonna play ball or do i have to sedate you and stick you in a chair?" he asked as he peeled his gloves off, tossing them in the trash. he knew that you could handle yourself but he also knew that came with a stubborn streak a mile longâand an unhealthy habit of not admitting that you needed help. "you put me in a chair and i'll end you. not just your career, you. all of you." you glared at him as much as your bruised eyes would allow, pushing yourself up out of the chair. "don't make it a big deal."
he scoffed as he gave mateo the nod to follow after you, not because he didn't trust you, he just didn't trust the world with you again so soon. it was a big deal, even if you just wanted to brush it under the carpet and forget it ever happened.
"ct results are back on dr. sunhine." shen gave him a nod as he slid the tablet towards him. "dr sunshine?" jack questioned, eyebrow raised as he pulled up the scans. "yeah, because she at least pretends to smile when she wants to tell people where to shove it. so, sunshine."
it made sense, in a weird wacky way that only made sense in the land of the nightshift. "okay, what do we got here?" the scans looked clean, no haemorrhage, no immediate life threatening issuesâhe could work with that. he let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "broken nose and cheekbone. nose is gonna need resetting."
"yeah, she's one step ahead of you."
"tell me she didn't."
"she did. all yours, you're the only one who's head she won't bite clean off. good luck." he nodded towards the room they'd parked you in, disappearing back into the er. of course you'd set your own nose, because god forbid you accepted the fact you needed help. sometimes it was like looking in a mirror. he knocked on the door frame out of habit more than anything else before he stepped inside.
"alright, we gotta talk. you know i'm supposed to chew you out for this, right? back in my day, they used to sit us down in med school and tell you that performing medical procedures on yourself was a big no." he was supposed to scold you, to tell you that it was okay to let someone else take the reinsâto let him take themâbut he'd be lying if he said it wasn't mildly impressive, especially without anything for the pain.
"we're the same age, in case you forgot. so back in your day was back in my day too, so we probably sat through the same lecture. they find this asshole yet?" you grumbled as you lifted the ice pack from your face for a second. "they pulled the security footage, found the guy. you were right, it was the guy from chairs. cops got his details from his intake form, they're gonna pay him a visit."
"lucky me. they actually felt like doing something today. gimme." a poor intern had been hovering by the door for the entirety of that back and forth, what you could only assume was the lab reports for central three on her hand. "he's not gonna bite. there's scarier chihuahuas than him." you reassured her as she skirted past jack like he would bite. it was funnyâevery year the new interns would roll in and at least one of them would be terrified of him.
you wondered if they'd be the same level of scared if they knew he let you rope him into coming to the farmers market with you every other weekend, or the fact after the first twice he came along willingly and stopped to pet the golden retriever who belonged to the woman on the flower stall. "you're working. you're in a hospital bed, and you're working." he huffed in disbelief, even though he really should have known better.
"technically, i'm on the bed and not in it. and yeah, my guy in three needs repeat labs. full workup." you nodded as you handed the tablet back and pressed the ice pack back to your face. "and add this guy onto my caseload, dr sunshine over here is out of comission for the rest of the night." jack added as the intern scrambled like a rabbit that had broke free from the headlights. "no more working, or i'll tie you down to that thing." he warned, pointing a finger at you. "c'mon, not fair. i thought that was supposed to be robby's thing anyway, kinky bastard."
he didn't dignify that with an actual response, just an exasperated eye roll as he closed the gap between the two of you, climbing onto the bed next to you.
"what are youâ"
"y'know, it's sorta big deal when you get hurt. especially by a patient." he said seriously this time, snaking an arm around your shoulders. the sarcasm and sharp exterior had faded away until the only thing left was something real.
worry.
"you don't have to power through it because you think it makes you weak to need help. that makes you sound like me, and that's not good."
you made a non committal noise as you slumped over, resting the good side of your head against his shoulder. "it's not that. it's not because i think it makes me weak, it's because what's the point? this isn't gonna stop it happening again. dana got her nose broke, perlah and princess have been through the wars more times than i can countâthis is gonna mean nothing." the er would keep running, more disgruntled people would come through and claim you were useless even when you were doing your bestâit was never ending.
"you think i care about the er right now? that place could cease to exist for all i care. i care about you and about the fact you've got one hell of a shiner and a broken nose that you reset without any pain meds. soâ" he broke his words to press a kiss to your temple before he carried on. "i'm gonna get you something for the pain, and you're gonna sit here where i can keep an eye on you. and then i'm taking you home."
you didn't complain this time, just nodded once before you shifted to let him up to put the order in.
"for the record, you call me dr. sunshine again, i'm kicking your ass to the kirb and moving out."
he laughed at that, shaking his headâhe'd lost count of the amount of times you'd threatened that at this point, and magically it never came to fruition.
"no you're not, you love me too much for that."
"debatable, chances might improve once you get me those meds."
Brett Richards would never take advantage of a woman, never treat her with anything but the utmost respect.
But he wants to.
His mama raised him right, and his daddy might've been a hard bastard, but he never once raised a hand to a woman.
Brett would never.
Except sometimes he fantasizes about it. He thinks about your round ass glowing hot with his handprint, about how sweet you would look under him as he wraps his hand around your throat, how tight you would feel around his cock as he squeezes just enough to leave you light headed.
There's an old length of practice line in his office. He fidgets with it when distracted, unable to think of anything but the rope biting into your soft skin, how it would cut into your lush thighs and wrap around your heavy breasts. He wants you tied down, spread open for him to explore with his tongue and teeth. To hear you whimper and beg him to stop.
He'd stop. Of course he'd stop. He's not a monster.
Even if he wouldn't want to. Even if he'd relish the sound of your begging. He's high from just the thought of it. He wants to hear your cries as he takes every inch of your soft body under his rough calloused hands...
You've been on one date. It was a simple night of drinks and endless banter, and he's not too old to admit to being smitten. He asks you to dinner, thinking maybe he'll get lucky enough to take you home and kiss you softly. He'd treat you right and you'd never know what he thinks about when he's alone.He promises himself his fantasies will stay just that: fantasies.
So imagine his surprise when you tell him, "I don't date vanilla men."
Omega!Dennis who needs Robbyâs and Jackâs scrubs in his nest.
Alpha!Robby who absolutely, under no circumstances, is fucking in a nest containing emergency department scrubs, or anything he wears to the hospital.
Alpha!Jack who secretly agrees with Robby (scrubs are disgusting and ED scrubs are probably the worst of all) but canât deny his omega anything.
Jack drops $200 on new FIGS sets for Robby and himself, specifically for nesting purposes. Dennis hates them because they donât smell like hospital. So Robby begrudgingly puts them through a few rounds in the hospital washing machines.
Dennis still hates them because now they just smell like hospital, not them. So Jack makes Robby go running with him in the scrubs.
Dennis is happy. Robby actually does some cardio. Itâs a win-win in Jackâs book.
Park works out 6x/ week, counts his macros, and pays a personal chef to pack his fridge with broccoli and grilled salmon. He has a membership at the fanciest gym in Pittsburg and a home gym in his condo.
And.
He.
LOVES.
Fat.
Women.
Not thick. Not curvy.
Triple-C-thiccc curves with a soft belly he can't grab with both hands. He wants thic thighs crushing his head and lives for that jiggle when she throws it back.
He's not a feeder, and it's not a fetish. His moms raised him right. (In high school, they caught him and his friends ranking girls by their boobs and they sat him down for a 29-slide powerpoint on the objectification of women's bodies. He has never recovered for the double disappointed mom stare.)
He once saw a size 18 woman in a size 10 dress and lost the ability to speak.
He follows only mid and plus size performers on OF and is a very generous tipper. (His moms also gave him a presentation on ethical porn consumption and supporting independent artists. He was mortified at the time, but appreciates it now as an adult (he just wishes they didn't give him the lecture at the same time as his sister.))
Fat people have stronger bones and he's into that. He's an orthopod, he can't help it.
But it's really about the fact that he wants to snuggle up with softness and have mouthwatering thick thighs wrapped around his head. He doesn't give a single fuck what others think. He knows what he wants and it's the four Bs (boobs, butt, belly, brains).
Bonus:
He is the safest doctor in the hospital for fat patients. He is one of the only surgeons that won't turn down a surgery because of a patient's weight, and he has zero tolerance for medical fatphobia.
(God have mercy on the doctor that gave his mom a "calories in calories out" lecture when she was in for a bacterial infection he didn't bother treating. He will never recover.)
With every new batch of residents/med students, his colleagues have a bet on how long it'll take for one of them to say something stupid and get their head bitten off. It's one of the many reasons he's called Shark.
Garcia was the sacrificial guppie of her class, but now she knows better and has won the bet three times in a row.
a/n: y'all seemed to like pt. one of my Park the Shark headcanons and I couldn't shake this one. I just know it in my bones. If he's into men, it's an entirely different story. But at least for straight or bi/pan Shark, this is it.
I have absolutely no textual evidence for this but hear me out
Park's mom had him and his younger sister while in a comphet marriage. His mom and dad divorced when Park was 7 and he hated it.
Little Brendon liked everything to be in order and acted out until his mom met her soon-to-wife. She was great with him, understood his outbursts, and Brendon calmed down after they moved in together.
Brendon's dad is MAGA and he hates his guts. They haven't had much of a relationship since Brendon was a teenager. (His dad will sometimes call and ask for money.)
His moms are early third wave feminist lesbians. They U-Hauled, fly a Pride flag, drive a subaru, and have three cats.
They're unseasoned chicken levels of white and don't always get it right (they absolutely wore the blue bracelets and knit pussy hats), but they're working on it.
His bio-mom is a high school theatre teacher. His other mom manages a daycare center. They have no idea how they made an ortho bro.
Brendon absolutely pledged a frat and loved it. He's still involved with fundraisers and the mentorship program.
But when any of his frat brothers were misogynists, he would bully them mercilessly. He directs all his anger issues at idiots and bigots.
His moms are confused by his frat bro lifestyle choices, but respect and love him anyway (as long as he wears the matching family t-shirt to the pride parade).
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