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hi John Bennett nation!!! I truly did not expect many people to even see my John Bennett work but am I glad!! im so sorry I havent written anything new, work just takes a lot from me and now that im working summer school its a little more hectic but if y'all have any request (does not have to be John Bennett) please dont be afraid to use my ask box! thank you love you and happy pride month ๐
happy pride month mama some john Bennett for the poor bi?๐ฅบ๐๐
Happy pride month ๐ฅน Ughhhhh I feel so bad Iโm working summer school but Iโm off Fridays so maybe my brain can manage to pump something out this weekend
warnings . . . this is going to spoil it but i haaaave toโฆ SMUT! MDNI!!! being on tinder is a warning of its own i hate that place, fingeringโฆโฆโฆโฆ..
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You canโt say you donโt want him in the same car as you, but youโre definitely surprised to see him. But if thereโs one word to truly describe you, it's stubborn. Lenaโs sitting in her booster seat, wrapped in her pinky hoodie and zip up, headphones in as she watches her favorite show on her iPad. And Pope is sitting right beside her, watching you.ย
โWhat is he doing here?โ You turn to J, whoโs driving the van.ย
โHe is the adult for the trip.โ J shrugs, โjust hurry up and sit. We still have to pick Sammy up from her last class.โย
You huff, turning your chin at Pope whose eyes have yet to leave you. And despite the tingle that runs through you, you have to stay strong. You move to the farthest seat in the back, tucking yourself into the corner.ย
Nicky is next. Sheโs still half asleep as she slides into the passenger seat, snoring the second she settles down. Sammy, despite it being so early in the morning, is beaming as the van door slides open. Lena tugs her headphones off immediately. โSammy!โ She giggles happily. And then, she turns to her uncle. โUncle Pope, move.โย
Nicky snorts out a laugh, now gouging down a hashbrown. J jumps in though, โmanners, Lena.โย
Lena huffs dramatically. A habit sheโs only picked up on since youโve been around her. โPlease.โ She mutters out. โSammy promised to hold my hand when we go up the scary hills.โย
You expect him to put up a fight. Because the only other spot is on the same cushion with you and youโve decided that Andrew Cody hates you. So why would he want to sit next to you?ย
Your eyes widen as he easily slides out of his seat and crouches his way to the back. โW-wait!โ You push forward, desperate to get this to stop. โLena, baby, Sammy canโt do anything to help you. You need a strong man. Orโฆ a man. He doesnโt even have to be strong.โย
Lena gives you a bored expression, โthatโs not very nice.โ The furrow in the little girls thick brows makes you hesitate.ย
You sigh, โsorry.โ You press yourself up against the side of the car as Pope plops down next to you.ย
โThe hell are you doing?โ He asks gruffly.ย
โWhat are you doing?โ You huff, โsit at the corner.โย
โI donโt want to.โย
โIโm telling you to.โย
โWhy do I have to listen to you?โย
โPope, move.โย
Heโs childish, youโve come to realize. Instead of scooching to the other side of the seat, he moves closer to you. โNo.โย
โPope.โ You groan loudly.ย
โUncle pope,โ Lena calls from her seat. Sheโs tapping away at her tablet with one hand as Sammy holds the other. โAre you being mean?โย
โYes.โ โNo.โย
โThey just like each other, mama.โ Nicky chimes in, turning in her seat to grin at Lena. โYou tease the people you like.โย
โI do not like him.โ You hope they believe you, since itโs a complete lie. But your friends know you better than you know yourself.ย
Lena laughs like itโs the funniest thing in the world. โThey do like each other! So gross!โย
The drive is incredibly long. Your body was aching from the way you were pulling from him and you had to give in. His leg is nudging against yours, pressing harder at turns.
โMove.โ You groan, nudging him away.ย
โNo.โ He nudges his knee against yours again.ย
โPopeโฆโ you huff, glaring at him. โYouโre being annoying.โย
Itโs his turn to huff, โyou annoy me all the time.โย
โI do not.โย
โDo too.โย
โKidsโฆโ J chimes this time, โsettle down.โ
โAinโt a kid.โ You toss a napkin at him from the back seat.ย
Pope decides to keep going, โsure act like one.โย
โSure act like one.โ You mock, deepening your voice.ย
โI donโt sound like that.โย
You mock again, โI donโt sound like that.โย
โQuit it.โ
โQuit it.โย
Sammy groans this time, โboth of you shut up.โย
Lena is out cold when you all get to Sammyโs family cabin. Itโs nice, sleek. It doesnโt look like it belongs in the deep foliage, too modern. Her mother has expensive tastes though, so itโs not a surprise that thereโs technology all throughout the place.
J and Pope argued for a minute about taking Lena in but J ultimately won, now heading in with the lolling girl in his arms. Nicky follows suit, already complaining about needing a shower and the bugs all around. Sammy chimes in about the high tech bug zappers her mother has in every room.ย
Youโre stuck behind with your bags in your hand. โHello?โ You call out to Pope as he starts walking to the cabin. โWhere are you going?โย
He turns, his own bags in his hand. โInside?โย
You wiggle your bag around. โWhat happened to chivalry?โ
He glances at your bags and back at you, bored. โIt died.โย
โPope.โย
โYeah?โ He hums, uninterested.ย
โHelp me.โย
Thereโs a grin tugging at his lips, one heโs trying to fight as he turns back to you. โWhere are your manners?โย
โPope!โ You sigh, โreally? Iโm too pretty to do this.โ But heโs not budging. โFine. Please.โย
Thatโs enough for him because heโs moving over to you, grabbing your bags with a triumphant smile, โgood girl.โย
You think about his words long after. You hate that you want him so badly. No matter whatโs said or done, nothing pulls you from this aching need.
You wonder if heโs being intentional. From what youโve gathered, he doesnโt have much female attention. Not because women donโt want him, you see the way eyes trail over him. But heโs awkward. Youโre not sure if he even notices the way heโs lusted after.ย
He spends so much of his time acting like he doesnโt want you, when he makes a move that he is interested, you find yourself dissecting it for hours. Itโs hard not to, especially when his softer acts are rare, in text or person.ย
โWhat are you doing?โ The strong voice makes you jump in your spot.ย
You pull your hand out of the hot tub, the water dripping down your now cold arm. You turn to him, leaning against the tub. โLetting it warm up.โ A pause. โAre you getting in?โย
โNo. I hate hot water.โย
You roll your eyes, turning away from him. โWhatever.โย
You donโt hear his feet shuffling away, so you know heโs still here. And you can feel him. Feel the way his eyes are on your backside.ย
โWhose shirt is that?โ Youโre wearing a huge t-shirt, practically a dress as it sits right beneath your knees, and the neck falls off your shoulder, showing off your collarbone.ย
The idea is immediate. You bite your lip to stop yourself from cackling and giving yourself away. You dip your hand back into the bubbling water, humming, โwhy?โ
โIt doesnโt look like itโs yours.โย
You nod, โit isnโt.โ Youโre grinning, wanting to turn around and watch him. Watch the way his face twists in confusion. โAbsolute truth?โย
He hesitates but agrees. โYes.โย
The lie is easy as you turn to face him, face back to neutral. He doesnโt know that youโve been celibate almost three years. He doesnโt need to know that the T-shirt is Jโs which you stole from Nicky a while ago.
You shrug, continuing, โan old fling. Met him on Tinder.โ You canโt tell what heโs feeling. You hate that you canโt because he always looks serious. Always looks stoic. โWe went for drinks and ended up back at my place.โย
โBut you live with your parents.โ Heโs trying to get you to say more, that much you can tell.ย
โIโm not gross, Pope. I didnโt let him touch me until they were gone for the night.โย
โOkay.โ Is all he speaks.ย
You shrug, turning your back to him once more. Youโre scolding yourself because of course it didnโt work. Heโs not into you. He doesnโt want you. Youโre the one who wants him. Youโre the one who is chasing him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.ย
โWhat did he do to you?โย
His question makes your breath hitch. Slowly, you turn around to face him again. You flinch softly at how close he is to you now, chest practically pressed up to yours. โI donโt think you want toโโย
He doesnโt let you finish. His harsh tone cuts you off, โTell me.โย
โHeโฆโ youโre scrambling. Nothing is coming to mind because this isnโt remotely close to being true. Thereโs no other guy and thereโs definitely no Tinder. You mumble out the first thing that comes to mind. โHe fingered me.โย
His body close to yours tells you a lot more than youโve ever seen on him. His breathing is labored, chest rising and falling from what youโre assuming is jealousy. His hands are ghosting at your hips, scared to touch you. Now you know what you need to do.ย ย
โDidnโt let him fuck me, Pope.โ He backs you up fully against the hot tub, nose trailing down your cheek, to your jaw, and to your neck. He inhales you. Smells the mixture of your faint perfume mixed with the light sheen of sweat from the heat emanating from the hot tub youโve been hovering over. โCouldnโt let him.โย
This solidifies what he wantsโ what he needs from you. His hands fall to your hips, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His rough hands slowly move from your hips and to your thighs, letting your t-shirt scrunch up as he desperately searches for your soft skin.ย
You canโt take a full breath. His hands are tugging at the bottom of your bathing suit beneath your shirt. You expect him to tug them off of you but that doesnโt come. He pulls it taut to the side of you, letting it sit awkwardly. But you canโt focus on that when a single finger pushes between your lips, letting the tip of him press at your bundle of nerves.ย
A soft gasp leaves you as he begins to rub circles at your clit. โFuckโฆโ you whimper softly, brows furrowing as the little waves of pleasure course through you.ย
Your hips grind into his hand, desperate for more from him. He adds another finger, and another. Heโs moved his face from your neck, his intense eyes watching your face twist in pleasure. โPope, Iโฆโ you whimper softly, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder.ย
โHey, hey,โ his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look back up at him. โDonโt look away from me.โย
And thatโs all you need to listen to his command. His eyes wonโt leave yours. Youโre embarrassed. Embarrassed with how vulnerable this feels, having him watch you.ย
You almost cry when his fingers stop the motion at your clit, but youโre quickly shut up when his hand slides a little ways down and a single finger pops into you. You try to hide your face against him again but he doesnโt allow you to. The grip on your chin tightens, fingers spreading to your cheeks, lips puckered out, and keeping you still as he pumps the single finger inside of you.ย
You canโt speak. Youโre a whimpering mess as he adds another finger. And another. Youโre riding his hand desperately, completely flushed and flustered by his utmost attention. Heโs captivated by you; by the way your face twists and turns in absolute pleasure, the way youโre rutting into him with a desperate need.ย
โAre you going to cum?โ If this were anything else, youโd cackle at the serious way he speaks those words but you canโt talk. You nod wildly, hips stuttering. Heโs smug. Youโve never seen him look so smug before. So damn proud of himself at the way heโs got you.ย
Youโve never cum so hard in your life because he refuses to let you look away. Your eyes have to be on him as your orgasm crashes over you, spasming around his fingers as your hips stutter and slow.ย
The grip on your face turns soft, thumb caressing your cheek. Your chest is rising and falling, catching your breath. You choke softly when his face moves closer into yours. His nose nudges yours, lips ghosting your softly painted ones. You close your eyes, lifting your chin softly to try and meet his lips. He doesnโt let them, instead, heโs pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.ย
Youโre sure you could have taken more from him but Sammyโs familiar voice is heard. โI canโt find the shorts I bought!โ She calls out your name. Sheโs getting closer.ย
Pope pulls away from you, tugging your shirt back down your legs, hiding your body again. He doesnโt speak. He doesnโt even look at you as he walks out of the room, rushing past Sammy as she makes her way onto the back patio. She watches him curiously before turning back to you. โThe hell is his issue?โย
Your eyes are wide, โoh my god, Sammy. He just fucking fingered me.โย
โ โ โ authors note . . . heyโฆ heyโฆ what yall doingโฆ okay deadass honest opinion. tnd and ino is my first โrealโ smut and itโs not my forte AT ALL so i hope you all love it hehehehe (this is also not editedโฆ bear with me)
oh baby ๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ she couldโve lied that she got dicked down and he would have done that too ๐ญ๐ญ she had so much power in the moment without even knowing it
I sadly have this thing called job? They havenโt found a cure for it :( so itโs been keeping me away from here (writing wise) butโฆ in a month Iโll be on summer vacation (Iโm a lunch lady) so I will try to finish the second part ๐ฅน but thank you for actually wanting more from me ๐โโ๏ธ
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Summary : Dr Abbot who lives on adrenaline and still wears his late wifeโs ring leaves his girlfriend feeling perpetually second, and as grief, emotional distance, and medical trauma collide, their relationship unravels into devastating loss.
Jack Abbot x female reader.
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The first time they assume sheโs his wife, it unfolds under the oppressive glare, that strips all warmth from her skin and casts sharp, deep shadows under her eyes.
The night had barely begun, yet it promised no mercy. They brought him in barely breathing, each shallow gasp a fight that never quite filled his lungs, his lips already tinged a dusky blue as his small body shuddered and his sternum pulled inward with every laboured breath, the sharp smell of chlorine still clinging to him, seven years old, impossibly small on the bed.
Her hands moved on instinct, precise and steady, even as the thought pressed in beneath her training: he was slipping away, and she might not be able to pull him back. Water shouldnโt weigh this much. Not in lungs this small. Not in someone who should still be running, still be breathing. The room moved around her in practised chaos and voices overlapping, equipment clattering in sharp bursts, but it was the monitor that held her, its thing, relentless line cutting through everything else like a scream no one could ignore.
She doesnโt remember stepping back, doesnโt remember her hands leaving his soaked shirt, but she remembers his breath stopping beneath her palms, one instant there, the next gone, as if the world had simply decided to end it there. She steps into the corridor, where the air is warmer and heavier, and it sticks in her throat as she tries to breathe.
โโฆyou shouldโve seen himโโ
The voices drift toward her, distorted, wavering.
โโฆlast trauma, he just..โ
โโฆhis wife works here too, right?โ
She looks up. Three med students, scrubs fresh and unsoiled.
โDr. Abbotโ the girl says, glancing toward the trauma bay, then back at her. โHow long have you two been married?โ
For a moment, the question doesnโt make sense. -Married- The word floats, disconnected, like it hasnโt reached her yet, an innocent question, misplaced in a room that doesnโt have space for anything gentle.
โMarried?โ she echoes.
For a second, she still doesnโt understand the question. Her brain stalls, caught somewhere between the image of a small, still body and the word married.
โMarried?โ she repeats.
They smile, relieved, thinking theyโve gotten something right. โWeโre not married,โ she cuts in, the words flat and immediate, leaving no room for anything else.
Oh,โ the girl says, faltering. โIm sorry, we thoughtโโ
โThatโs my fault,โ another adds, awkward. โI heard someone say..โ
โItโs fine.โ She responds. The words come out too quickly, to sharp.
It isnโt. Because now theyโre looking at her differently. Everyone else knows, they know about the ring, about the wife. Everyone else knows about the ring. She can feel it even now, phantom-cold against her skin, the memory of it brushing her waist when he pulls her close, pressing into her hip when he kisses her like he means it, like heโs here, like heโs hers, but never fully. Never without that barrier. Never without her. His wife. Everyone knows that sheโs deceased. But them, they donโt know that. Because she can feel it already, the shift. The way their eyes linger a second too long now, not with admiration but curiosity. Recalculation. Judgment dressed up as confusion. The words homewrecker echoing in their heads.
They leave, the silence they leave behind is heavier than the noise. Her chest tightens again, sharper this time. She presses a hand against it, like she can force her lungs to cooperate.
In, The boyโs still face, out. She breathes
In, The word married, out. Her breath catches, uneven, like it canโt quite find its rhythm. It isnโt enough. Not even close. Her lungs feel full and empty all at once, as if something heavy is pressing down on her chest, pulling her under without ever letting her know which way is up.
โHey, are you okay?โ
She shakes her head automatically. โIโm fine.โ
But the word comes out fragile, unsteady, like it never fully makes it into the air, like it dissolves before anyone can believe it.
She hears about him by accident.
โSWAT call,โ a nurse says in passing, voice low but edged with something like excitement. โBrought him in through the back. Shoulder, I think.โ
The world tilts, subtle, but enough. Enough for everything else to drop away. By the time she reaches the room, her pulse is in her ears, steady and crashing like waves too close to the shore.
The door is half open, heโs inside, sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt on his lap. Blood streaks across his toned back, not as much as it could be, but enough to make a cold weight sink deep into her stomach, settling there like it belongs. Dr. Mohan stands behind him, carefully cleaning the graze.
He looks up when she enters, surprise flickers. Then itโs gone.
โYou shouldnโt be here.โ
The words hit harder than they should. โI shouldnโt be here?โ Her voice is steady at first. Barely. โI had to hear from a nurse that you were shot.โ
โGrazed,โ he corrects.
She laughs, but thereโs no humour in it. โRight. Of course. That makes it better.โ
Dr. Mohan hesitates. โI can come backโโ
โNo,โ he says. โFinish it.โ
Like this is nothing. Like she is nothing. She steps further into the room, her hands curling at her sides. โYou couldnโt call me?โ
โIt wasnโt necessary.โ
The air tightens, like itโs been pulled too small for both of them.
โNot necessary?โ she repeats, disbelief sharp in her voice, anger breaking through the edges. โIโm your girlfriend, not a colleague you update when it suits you. Something less official? Something you donโt have to inform when you decide to go play soldier and get yourself killed?โ
โI wasnโt going to get killed.โ
โYou donโt know that!โ She yells.
He doesnโt respond. He never does.
โYou couldโve died,โ she says, softer now.
โI didnโt.โ
โThatโs not the point.โ Her voice cracks, and she hates that it does.
Dr. Mohan finishes quickly after that, mutters something about dressings, and slips out, the door clicking shut behind her. The sound lingers a moment too long before fading, and the room seems to contract around it, smaller, tighter, as if the walls have shifted closer.
The silence that follows isnโt empty. It presses in. She takes another step closer. โDo you even hear yourself?โ she says, quieter now but no less intense. โDo you have any idea what it feels like to stand here and realize that if something had gone worse, if you had died. I wouldnโt even have known until it was too late?โ
His jaw tightens. โIโm fine.โ
โThatโs not the point!โ Her voice breaks on the last word. And there it is. The crack.
โI canโt keep doing this,โ she says, the anger unraveling into something rawer. โI canโt keep pretending this is normal. That this,โ she gestures vaguely, helplessly โ,whatever we are, is enough.โ
He watches her, guarded. Always guarded. Like thereโs a door inside him that sheโs never been allowed to open. Because someone else is holding the keys.
โYou shut me out,โ she continues. โAll the time. You donโt talk about her. You donโt talk about anything. And that ringโโ
Her voice falters. She looks at his hand. At the band still there.
Always there.
โItโs like sheโs still between us,โ she whispers. โEvery time you touch me, I feel it. Every time you kiss me, sheโs there. And Iโve tried, Iโve tried to be okay with that. I donโt resent her. I donโt. But I resent that you wonโt let me in.โ
He exhales slowly, like this is exhausting. Like sheโs the difficult one.
โIโm not asking you to replace her,โ she says quickly. โIโm not asking you to stop loving her. But I am asking you to stop pretending you donโt have to live anymore.โ
His eyes flicker at that.
โDonโt,โ he warns.
But sheโs past stopping now.
โYou take these calls like you have nothing to lose,โ she says. โLike it wouldnโt matter if something happened to you. And maybe, maybe thatโs because part of you wants it to.โ
โThatโs not true.โ
โIsnโt it?โ Her voice rises again. โBecause it feels like youโre trying to get back to her. Like every reckless decision is just another step in that direction.โ
โStop.โ
โIโm scared all the time,โ she admits, the words spilling now. โAnd you donโt even see it. You donโt see me.โ
Silence.
Thick. Suffocating.
Her chest tightens again, sharper this time.
Something twists low in her abdomen, sudden and wrong. She falters slightly, one hand moving instinctively to her stomach
โIโโ
The pain spikes. Her breath catches.
He notices then. Of course he does. Heโs always good at noticing physical things.
โWhatโs wrong?โ
She tries to answer, but it comes out as a strained inhale.
The room tilts. Not again. Not now.
โIโโ
Another sharp, tearing pain. Her knees threaten to give.
His expression changes, finally, concern cutting through everything else.
โHey, sit downโ
But sheโs already folding inward, one hand clenched around the edge of the bed, the other pressed hard against her abdomen as if pressure alone could hold everything in place, stop whatโs already begun. Thereโs warmth, too much of it, spreading where it shouldnโt, and her vision edges into blur before she understands what her body is doing. Not just stress. Not just grief. Something worse, slipping through anyway.
โI was going to tell you,โ she whispers, barely audible, the words breaking apart before they can reach him.
His brow furrows. โTell me what.โ
She looks at him. Really looks at him. At the man she loves. At the distance that never closed. At the ring that never left. Her voice breaks completely.
โI was pregnant.โ
The word hangs there
Fragile. Shattering.
And then, quietly, devastatingly โI donโt think I am anymore.โ
samira only in ONE scene this episode and the episode being 41 minutes long is just proof of them erasing supriya's existence and work on this show.
I feel like I wasted my time with this show throwing woc away to lift up their white characters :/
thatโs exactly how i feel too like she confirmed this morning sheโs not going to paleyfest - sheโs been the victim of a bunch of racist vitriol on twitter and production has left her out by herself.
this genuinely does not feel like the same show that i fell in love with and im upset about it.
%%%% a collection of random texts with social worker!reader
%%%% warningsโ this is not a spoiler free story! lewd talks and behaviors, drug abuse, fem!reader, corny jokes, human behavior that will make you side eye. will add more as the story progresses
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A/n: Sorry this took so long to get out!! I have been extremely busy! thereโs two written parts in this!! please donโt miss them
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The sandwich shop smells like warm bread and something faintly herbalโprobably the rosemary from the focaccia. You tap your fingers against the table, trying not to stare at the way Dennis' sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the veins on his biceps bulging as he finished chewing his food, reaching for his drink.
Your conversations so far have been nothing but easy laughter and stupid stories about your most hilarious medical experiences, along with some shared struggles in med school.
You nudged your cup with your fingers. โSo what about you? Any equally embarrassing childhood stories I should know about?โ
โOh, absolutely not,โ he said immediately, choking a bit from his drink before smiling at memories that canโt help but flood his mind, his small gap makes you swoon.
โOh come on! I just told you the most embarrassing thing I've had!โ
โSelective storyteller,โ he corrected, leaning back. One arm coming to rest behind his head, stretching slightly with a groan before he relaxes again โI have a reputation to maintain.โ
โWith who?โ
He glanced at you, just for a second longer than necessary. โWorking on that.โ
Your stomach did a painful, annoying flip.
You looked away first, smiling into your drink. โThatโs not going to make me forget that you didnโt answer my question, by the way.โ
โYeah, I know,โ he said lightly. โIโm distracting you.โ
โYouโre not doing a very good job.โ
โHey! Iโm actively working on itโ he replied, just as quick. Gesturing between you and him.
You laughed again, softer this time, and it settled into something quieterโnot awkward, justโฆcomfortable.
"So," he said, taking a sip of his iced tea, "you never told me the details on how you ended up in the Pitt in the first place." His tone was shy, but conversational.
You smiled, rubbing your stitches with your finger absent-mindedly under the table. "Uhmโฆfor some reason I kinda just- well, we were in a rush of course, emergency surgeryโฆโ Dennis nods along, concern littered all over his face.
โโฆI didnโt glove up- and I knowโ malpractice, but I was just trying to grab it, it was the wrong type of scalpel and it was all just a blur, she kinda thrusted it into my hand and it went through!โ
โOh my Godโฆ.thatโs insane, Iโm sorry.โ Dennis looks at his sandwich now, a little bit more than half-eaten BLT that heโs all of a sudden not interested in, more interested in looking at you, microexamining every small facial expression that you make.
โYou have nothing to be sorry for! You didnโt stab me, Dennis.โ You giggle slightly, raising your palm to the side in confusion
โI donโt think I could forgive myself if I didโฆโ Your eyes flutter at his words, a small smile creeping up onto your features.
Dennis, on the other hand, is beet red as he stutters out an apology for his crush drunken confession.
โI mean- Robby would kill me! I didnโt meanโฆโ
โItโs okay Dennis, I know what you mean.โ You frown a bit at the mention of your dad, but you let it go soon.
His hands all of a sudden feel clammy, and he not-so-effectively rubs his sweaty hands on his denim jeans, clearing his throat as he stands up a bit, still crouching in the booth seat.
โI- Iโm gonna go to the bathroom really quickly, Iโll be right backโ You nod, licking your lips as you watch him fully stand up and walk away, pulling out your phone to text Mateo
Dennis slips back in his seat, sighing softly as his hands now feel dry, like heโs washed away all his anxieties.
โSorry..โ
โYouโre fine, donโt apologize for going to the bathroom!โ
โNoโฆuhm, I- for the record didnโt mean to make things awkwardโ
โYou didnโt, Dennis, at all. I enjoy talking to youโ awkwardness and all.โ
He lets out a deep breathโ a shaky one at that, as he nods.
โOkayโ Goodโ
Your foot accidentally nudges his under the table as you fidget without much thought. When neither of you pulls away, the silence isโฆsomething, but itโs warm, not uncomfortable.
Dennis glances down for a second, then back up, a faint smile returning.
โNext time,โ he says, almost casually, obviously finding comfort in the reassurance you gave him. โIโll try toโฆhandle that a little better.โ
โThereโll be a next time, Dennis?โ A smile pulls at your lips, and Dennis is obvious to the teasing, deciding to hold himself down.
โIf you want.โ His voice is steady now, more confident, something that makes your stomach flip for the 56th time today.
โIโd like thatโ You physically see his chest deflate, a breath let go that he didnโt even realize he was holding until you uttered the words.
The conversation drifts after that, back to smaller things, easier things over mouthfuls of food, but it doesnโt quite feel the same as before.
yk I donโt even think its about the drugs for santos. she doesnโt give a fuck that he stole them.
its about the fact that he used his position of power to humiliate her and to hide his misconduct and in her eyes he faced no repercussions.
she has so much trauma about men in positions of power who do bad things and get away with it. she wants to make langdon suffer because he symbolises the system that has failed her so badly.
she doesnโt want him to get help, get better, be forgiven. she doesnโt want to understand him or sympathise. she wants to see him burn and hopes that it will be enough to satisfy her anger and pain and need for vengeance.
Whitaker is easily liked because heโs compliant. Santos isnโt easily liked because sheโs defiant. The most well liked person in the room caring about the most โdifficultโ person to like as if itโs the easiest thing in the world to do. Everyone looking at him as if he were a saint for withstanding her, when to him she is his savior. Literally the most important platonic relationship on screen right now for me. Donโt look at me.
it feels like the showrunners think the whole โ one shift a day - realismโ thing is what people like when thatโs honestly the most limiting part of it
theyโre gonna shoot themselves in the foot if they keep writing off beloved characters season after season and i know the last few episodes have yet to air but i really doubt samiraโs arc will end in a satisfying way at this point. people arenโt going to keep watching if their favourite characters are going to keep getting written off with only one throwaway line that acknowledges them - especially when the mc is currently an asshole to everyone and their mom around him (donโt come on saying heโs in a mental health crises that is not what iโm talking about)
also you donโt get champion yourself as a show of diversity when you keep mistreating the woc in your main cast
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