millie 𓃹

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ nineteen she/her ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[cowboylikemillie]

get to know me! — millie, she/her, nineteen, i write otherwise my brain will explode.

fandoms i’ll write for : the pitt, animal kingdom, superman, thunderbolts & others. requests are open!

my work | ⭑ — angst , ᥫ᭡ — fluff

shawn hatosy masterlist

clark kent masterlist

extras

the pitt texts 1 — 2 — 3

[cowboylikemillie]

part two : truth, dare, spin bottles

pairing : stan rosado x fem!reader

warnings : truth or dare gets a bit heated, fluff/angst, stan & readers parents suck. reader gets teased by stan’s friends

april 1998

the next day after school, you and stan took the bus to his house. it was on the outskirts of the town and the building was quite big.

he unlocked the front door, letting you in first. you looked around at all of the paintings on the wall alongside the expensive furniture.

“are your parents working?” you asked, glancing at the framed family photo. it looked staged.

stan half-smiled, “yeah, they’re on a business trip.” he tried to seem happy but you knew he missed them.

“oh, i’m sorry.” you felt guilty for even asking him about his parents. he reassured you that you did nothing wrong.

“what’re your parents like?” he asked, wanting to know what kind of life you had outside of school. he hoped it was better than his.

“we don’t talk much. we just share a house.” you frowned and stan felt like a dagger went through his chest.

he stayed quiet, the silence being an obvious response to how he felt. “is that why you’re always at the library?” it wasn’t a teasing statement, more of an observational one.

you nodded, “it’s quiet.” stan had a feeling that your home was loud, probably because of arguing parents. he knew how that felt.

he led you to his room and you both sat on the end of his bed. his walls were filled with posters, the offspring and soundgarden.

you looked at his desk, spotting a familiar vhs tape. “you have the bodyguard on vhs? i love this movie.” you smiled, getting up from the bed and picking it up.

stan looked embarrassed. “it’s not mine, i don’t know how it got there.” you laughed at his excuse. “i’m not judging you. you have great taste.” he relaxed a little bit.

after tutoring, stan walked you home as it had gotten dark.

the next day at school was weird. when you walked past a group of cheerleaders, they began whispering as if you didn’t notice.

“hey, are you the girl tutoring stan?” delilah, the head cheerleader asked.

you nodded, “yeah, is there a problem?” you questioned, unsure of why this was any of her business.

“no problem.” she smiled, one that was clearly fake. delilah walked off back to her squad.

stan approached you, “hey, you busy tonight?” his words caught you off guard. you thought tutoring was the only time you’d spend with him.

“no, just gonna stay home or something.” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. “one of my teammates is having a party tonight, you wanna go with me?” your breath got caught in your throat.

“you’re inviting me?” stan gave you a weird look, “yeah, you wanna go?”

you began walking, stan followed, watching as you put stuff away in your locker. “uh, yeah, sure. what time?”

stan smiled, “i’ll pick you up at 7.”

the party was loud, music blaring and lights flashing. everyone was either drunk or making out with someone or even both. stan led you through the house, his hand in yours and took you to his friends.

they were sat in a circle in the living room, you both joined them. “stan, you’re in time for the game.” his friend beamed, handing him a bottle of beer.

“what game?” you quietly asked. the group looked at you and laughed. “truth or dare.” one of the girls spoke as if it was obvious.

gabe, one of stan’s teammates looked over at you. “since you’re new, you can go first. truth or dare?” he asked.

you froze, not really in the mood to play but you responded anyway. “uh, truth.”

“when did you lose your virginity?” gabe held back a laugh and the girls giggled.

stan gave him a small shove, “c’mon.” he looked back at you, “you don’t have to answer that.” he reassured you, his hand touching your shoulder.

your face heated up and you began stumbling over your words. the group laughed like it was all a huge joke. “i change my mind. dare.”

gabe looked surprised. he took a sip from his drink, “fine, kiss stan.” you looked over at him, waiting for him to say something but he didn’t.

you got up from the circle and began walking away. you pushed past the hoards of people and went outside.

stan followed after you, calling your name. “i’m sorry about my friends, they were just being dicks.”

“if that’s what you call friends then i think you need to find some new ones.” you felt humiliated and stupid to even think that you and stan could be friends.

[cowboylikemillie]

part one : look at you

pairing : stan rosado x fem!reader

warnings : slight bullying/teasing towards reader, lots of fluff, stan is insecure about his academics

april 1998

the first time stan ever spoke to you was in the hallway when one of his teammates snatched one of your textbooks from your hands.

you ignored it, not wanting to make the school year any worse for you. stan grabbed the books back and handed them over, “ignore him, he’s an asshole.” he gave you an apologetic smile.

“oh, thanks.” you replied, expecting him to leave but he stayed stood next to you. stan looked over at the book cover. “is this for the english lit presentation?”

you were caught off guard by his sudden interest in your studies. “yeah, i picked sylvia plath. she’s one of my favourites.”

you paused for a second, “who did you pick?” you asked, curious. stan stayed silent, feeling slightly embarrassed. “oh, i’m not doing the presentation. not really my thing.”

he looked away from the book. “you can borrow this.” you smiled, handing over a book that was filled with different poets. “maybe you’ll find something you like.”

stan watched as you walked away, his heart racing after the unusual encounter. he never really spoke to anyone other than his teammates or cheerleaders but he enjoyed talking with you.

later that evening, stan was deeply bored and eventually started flipping through the book you gave to him. he knew english lit wasn’t his strongest subject but there was something telling him to keep on reading.

after he finished reading, he went back and book marked the poems he liked the most.

his mind went back to his grades. they were constantly dropping and he could feel the disappointment from his parents. he wanted to make them proud.

they were happy that he fell in love with something. football. but as the months passed and he was so close to getting a scholarship, he slowly started to fall out of love with it.

stan watched as you stood up to the front of the class, holding a neatly organised folder that was filled with handwritten notes.

you shuffled through the mixed up notes and small laughs filled the classroom.

“for my presentation, i have picked sylvia plath.” as you began speaking, stan listened carefully, making notes in his mind.

you gave a lot of information such as her backstory and naming multiple poems and their meanings.

“this is a section from my favourite poem by her called edge.” you started reading. “the moon has nothing to be sad about, staring from her hood of bone. she is used to this sort of thing.”

very few people clapped as you went back to your seat. “stan, would you like to read out what you’ve written?” miss burke quietly spoke up. “i didn’t write anything.” he replied and she nodded.

the bell rings and everyone is practically jumping out of their seats to go home. stan stays back as you pack up your stuff.

you make your way to your locker, stan following behind. “hey, wait up.” he calls out. you stop and face him. “is everything okay?”

“i really liked your presentation.” your face heated up as he complimented you. “i was wondering if maybe you could tutor me?” stan awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

you thought about it for a second, “yeah, sure. when are you usually free?” stan’s eyes lit up at your words. “tomorrow after school? we can go to my house, nobody will be there.”

[cowboylikemillie]

so high school series masterlist

pairing : stan rosado x fem!reader

part one : look at you

part two : truth, dare, spin bottles

part three : you got her

[cowboylikemillie]

chapter nine : it’s just who i am

pairing : jack abbot x fem!king!reader

warnings : angst, strong language, jack is an asshole but he’s grieving

taglist : @oatmealisweird @spooky-librarian-ghost @woodxtock @julllliiiii86 @jas241 @gandalfthegoatsblog

you and jack had been seeing each other for just under a month, it had been quiet but peaceful. you’d take it in turns staying at the others place and it was finally starting to go somewhere.

relationships hadn’t been jack’s sort of thing ever since his wife passed away, he’d keep to himself and reject any form of emotional and physical intimacy.

when he met you, it was like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. that lingering fear he had of moving on had slowly disappeared. he knew that his wife would’ve wanted him to love again.

at first he was hesitant to get personal, unsure how you’d react to his past marriage. you understood that jack would always have a love for his wife and that was okay, it wasn’t a competition.

that didn’t mean there wasn’t bad days. jack still rarely spoke about his wife, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable and to drown out his grief. he didn’t realise the affect it was having on him and the relationship, not until it was too late.

it was a regular thursday morning and jack had taken a double shift at the pitt. you stayed at his place, painting your current project and listening to music.

you had a feeling that jack had forgotten his lunch yet again, it was a bad habit of his. you went to check the fridge to find that you were in fact correct.

the pitt wasn’t that far away, an easy walk and the sun was out. you made your way to the er, carrying a small plastic tub with a handwritten note on it, something you had started doing.

it was the same lady at the front desk, she’d always been polite to you, especially after she found out about you and jack. you walked through towards the break room and spotted jack stood there in the hallway.

you smiled, watching as he muttered a few words to robby before looking over at you. you don’t know what you expected, maybe a smile but no, he looked upset.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, pulling you to the side as if he needed you to stay hidden.

you were confused, “you forgot your lunch.” the frown on your face deepened as rubbed his eyes, clearly frustrated.

jack scoffed, “i don’t need you babying me.” he stated, not even taking the lunch from your hands.

you stumbled over your words slightly, taken back by his sudden attitude change. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think-“

“no, you didn’t think. you never do.” his voice raised, getting glances from the people around you. “just take the stupid lunch and leave.” jack retorted, turning around and walking off.

you were embarrassed. embarrassed that he spoke to you like that in front of everyone or even at all. there was a lump in your throat, tears threatening to spill and all you could think of was what this meant for your relationship.

jack stormed through to the break room, leaning against the counter with his head in his hands.

the door swung open. “what the fuck was that?” robby questioned, his tone filled with disbelief. jack shook his head, “just don’t.”

robby stepped towards him, “i know what today is, jack. yes, you’re allowed to be upset but don’t take it out on her.“

jack knew that he was right but in the moment, he didn’t care. “she wouldn’t understand, robby.”

he nodded up, “yeah? give me one reason why she wouldn’t.” robby tried to reason with him but he stayed silent.

“there isn’t one, that’s why. she loves you, jack. she would want to be there for you and you’re not even letting her try!” robby yelled, raising his arm to gesture.

he was getting sick of the silent treatment. he knew his best friend was grieving but he also knew that jack would regret his choices if he didn’t try and change his mind.

“you fucking humiliated her in front of everyone.” robby declared.

jack saw the look on your face appear in his mind, the way your eyes watered and how hurt you looked. he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. “i just want to be alone.”

his words made robby angry. the fact that he wasn’t even willing to try and fix what he messed up filled him with strong disappointment.

“congrats, you got what you wanted.” he stormed out, leaving to jack to drown in his sorrows.

[cowboylikemillie]

chapter eight : what’s it like to be admired?

pairing : jack abbot x fem!king!reader

warnings : fluff, lowkey cringe asf, reader is kinda insecure

taglist : @oatmealisweird @spooky-librarian-ghost @woodxtock @julllliiiii86 @jas241 @gandalfthegoatsblog

after your heated kiss with jack, things have been different between you both. a good different.

kissing in the ambulance bay became a part of your routine, you always came by the er when jack was working an extra shift. it made his day brighter than most.

you’d began staying at his place on the weekends and soon enough, your belongings started to appear with you. jack liked it when you stayed over.

he’d always been a night owl but somehow he slept so much better ever since you slept next to him. the bed was finally warm.

as much as you loved staying with him, you felt yourself starting to miss your apartment.

“jack, i was thinking of staying at my apartment tonight.”

“okay, that’s fine.” he said confused, unsure of why you were somewhat asking for permission.

you started washing up your plate in the sink, “do you want to come with me?” you asked, face heating up with nerves.

jack looked up from his book, “are you sure? i don’t want to get up in your space.”

you paused. “you wouldn’t. i’d really like it if you stayed with me tonight.”

he smiled, putting the book down. “okay, i’ll go and pack some of my stuff.”

you and jack got to your apartment, the living room messy with paint and all types of canvases. he looked around at all the different pieces you’d been working on. he was in awe.

“these are great.” he complimented, looking into how much detail was in the painting.

the one that caught his eye was the watercolour painting of the ocean. it was heavily detailed, every wave noticeable.

“thank you. some aren’t finished yet.” you smile. “i like having more than one project in the works, it keeps me busy.”

“could i see you paint?” he asks. you go quiet, making him think he said something wrong. “sorry, that was weird.”

you shook your head, “no, it’s not weird. i’m in the mood to paint.”

jack watched as you set up your paints and brushes. he noticed how you instantly relaxed as soon as the brush touched the canvas.

he was instantly mesmerised, he liked watching you in your element, the passion in your eyes visible.

“have you been painted before?” he questioned.

you let out a laugh, “no, i’m not good at being a muse.” he frowned, confused on how you could think that. “i don’t believe that. you’re beautiful.”

he noticed your hesitation, “trust me, if i were an artist, you’d be my muse.”

your face heats up. “you’re just saying that.” you continued to paint.

“i’m not.” he instantly replied. “i know nothing about art but you are the first thing i think of when i hear the word.”

[cowboylikemillie]

love letters

pairing : pope cody x fem!reader

warnings : slight angst but happy ending, smurf

dear pope,

i know you told me not to wait for you but i will anyway. you have my heart and there isn’t a day that goes by where i don’t think of you and what our future could be once you come home.

i dream of us growing old together in a nice house far away from here because i know that’s what you want to do. you’ve always protected me and that’s one of the reasons why i love you, we’ll get into the others when we’re together again.

i don’t know if you’ll read this but please know that i love you, i care about you and i’ll be here waiting for you to return.

— yours

dear pope,

i’m not sure if you got my letter or if it got lost somewhere. either way, you have no obligation to respond to me.

things here have been tough but definitely not as bad as the stuff you’re going through. i read an interesting book that reminded me of you, you can borrow it when you’re out.

i love you, i wish i could come and visit you but you don’t want that and i respect your wishes.

— yours

dear pope,

a lot has happened since the last time i wrote to you. i finally got a cat!! here’s a photo of us, i hope you find comfort in something familiar.

she’s great company, i named her sally because it reminds me of our first not so date. do you remember that night? you held my hand when i got scared and it made me feel safe. i’ve always felt that way with you.

i hope you’re okay. i love you.

— yours

in total, you sent over 30 letters despite not getting a response from him. it hurt a lot but if he didn’t want to write back then that’s his decision. you were the last to find out that he was home.

you were laying on the couch with sally on your lap when the doorbell rang. the cat jumped up and you quickly got up to answer it.

the door opened and there stood pope. his hair was shorter than the last time you saw him and he looked tired. you were at a loss of words, you went to speak but nothing came out.

“when did you get out?” you managed to mutter, suddenly feeling nervous.

you’d imagined this moment for months but it felt different. he was different.

“a week ago.” he mumbled, his expression staying neutral. “are you not happy to see me?” he asked, frowning slightly.

“i didn’t think you wanted to see me.” pope seemed to be confused by your words.

he was upset that you’d even think that. “what? of course i wanted to see you.” you frowned, “did you at least like the photo? i know it wasn’t a lot but i wanted you to be apart of my life even if you couldn’t see it for yourself.”

“photo? what photo?” sally then walked past, brushing up against his leg. he looked down to see a black cat purring. “you got a cat?”

you shrugged your shoulders. “i told you in my letter.” pope gave you a look, “you sent me a letter?”

you looked up at him, “you didn’t get it? i thought you just didn’t respond.”

“if i’d gotten your letter, i would’ve responded to it.” he said back. his mind went somewhere else for a second before his expression darkened.

pope headed for the door. “where are you going?” you called out to him. he didn’t respond, he left your apartment and got into his car before driving to smurf’s.

when he opened the front door, she was stood in the kitchen cooking dinner for the boys. she was oblivious to what was going on.

he stood still, staring at her until she turned around. “andrew. set the table for me, would you?” she asked, her tone softer than usual.

pope was angry, she knew the look on his face and it wasn’t good. “where is it?” he snapped.

smurf scoffed, “excuse me?” she was livid that he’d speak to her that way.

he shook his head in disbelief. “you fucking know what i’m talking about. the letter. where is it?” his jaw was clenched.

smurf sighed then spoke up. “andrew-“

pope cut her off, “i’ll find it myself.” he made his way to her room, throwing stuff around and checking every drawer for a sign of where the letter could be.

smurf stood with her arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. pope opened the last drawer to see a pile of unopened letters, his heart ached at the sight of them.

there was exactly 48 letters, pope counted them. “why did you keep them from me?” his question made her roll her eyes.

“you don’t need her, pope. she’s not good for you.”

“you have no idea what’s good for me. you don’t even know her.” pope shoved past her, hands clenched around the others.

“i know enough. she’s filling your head with lies.” smurf followed after him, practically chasing him.

pope ignored her calls and got back into his car, driving off before parking somewhere quiet. he picked up the first letter and started reading it.

then the next, the one after that. the photo made him smile and he wished he saw it sooner. when he got to the last letter, he carefully piled them back up.

you said “i love you” in every single one of them. that was enough for him to admit he’d fallen in love with you.

[cowboylikemillie]

chapter seven : so now i have problems

pairing : jack abbot x fem!king!reader

warnings : slight angst, mentions of sex, talks of jack’s wife and her death

taglist : @oatmealisweird @spooky-librarian-ghost @woodxtock @julllliiiii86 @jas241 @gandalfthegoatsblog

you : hey, you left your badge at my apartment. gonna drop it off at around lunch!

mel : thank you, sis. you’re the best :)

it 11:32am and you’d just finished teaching for the morning so you made your way down to the pitt.

it was surprisingly quiet in the waiting room so you walked straight towards the front desk. “hi, i’m here to drop to my sisters badge. her names melissa king.” you politely told the lady, holding up the name badge.

she gave you a soft smile and let you through to the er.

doctors and nurses were rushing around the hallway, you did your best to stay out of the way.

as you turned a corner, you instantly spotted jack. of course he’d work a double. you quickly turned around, speed walking to anywhere but that spot.

your eyes met melissa’s, she waved you over and you handed her the badge. “thank you.” she said, clipping it onto her scrubs.

“you’re welcome.” you nodded. “i should get going, i have a lesson soon.” that was a lie. you didn’t have a lesson until 2:30pm.

you said your goodbyes, then mel spoke up again. “oh, jack’s here.” her words made you freeze, you turned around to see him reading his clipboard.

“bye mel.” you muttered, rushing off to the exit.

when you reached the ambulance bay, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. you promised yourself you wouldn’t let this affect you.

“i thought i heard your voice.” you jumped slightly at the sudden sound. you turn around to see jack stood there, hands in his pockets.

you avoid eye contact, “i was just giving mel her badge back.” you mutter, turning away.

“wait.” jack now stood in front of you. “i have to go.” you tell him, not wanting to do this right now.

he watched as you began to walk away and said something that he knew would get your attention. “i had a wife.” you freeze.

he let out a sigh, “i was married for a couple of years when i was in my thirties.” you could tell that it hurt him to talk about it.

“oh.” your tone was quiet and soft. “what happened?” you felt guilty even asking him that question.

he frowned, “she got sick. you can probably guess the rest.” you look down at the floor, unsure of what to say. “i’m sorry.”

jack shook his head. “i just wanted you to know that it wasn’t you. i don’t regret what we did. i would do it again but i can’t. you have a good future ahead of you, i can’t ruin that with my baggage.”

you looked up at him, “i really like you jack. nothing you say will change that.” it was quiet. “but if you don’t want anything then i understand.”

you turned on your heel and started walking away again. you felt jack grab your hand and then his lips were on yours.

his hands were in your hair as your back touched the wall.

sirens blared, pulling you both away as you realized that it was the ambulance bay. “i’ll text you.” jack called out as he opened the doors of the vehicle.

“okay.” you blushed, finally walking away.

[cowboylikemillie]

chapter six : let me adore you

pairing : jack abbot x fem!king!reader

warnings : swearing, reader is awkward, confession time, suggestive

taglist : @oatmealisweird @spooky-librarian-ghost @woodxtock @julllliiiii86 @jas241

“you doing okay?” jack emerged, taking notice of the glassiness in your eyes. you snap back to reality, looking over at him.

“yes.” you immediately reply. jack raised his brows at you, not buying it. “i wanted to apologize to you.” he started.

you quickly shook your head, “there’s no need, you didn’t do anything.”

jack sighed, “that’s exactly why i need to apologize.” his words caught you off guard, “uh…i’m not following….” you asked, confused.

“i ignored you tonight.” he stated and it hurt. he noticed the look on your face. “but it’s not what you’re thinking.” he continued.

you wanted answers so you listened. “then why did you?” you could see that jack looked nervous to say what he wanted to.

“i like you, okay? i haven’t done the whole relationship thing in a very long time and i didn’t want you to think that i was coming on too strong.” he rambled and your face heated up. he liked you.

you felt like you were sweating like crazy, your entire body feeling warm. “oh. well, thank you for explaining. i also haven’t done this in a long time so i understand.” you stumbled over your words.

jack felt relieved, a weight coming off his shoulders. “does that mean we’re good?”

still in shock from his confession, you nodded with a smile. “yeah, we’re good.”

about an hour passed after your conversation with jack and everyone was either at the bar or dancing.

mel got up from the table, rushing towards the dance floor, leaving you and jack alone. the silence was filled with tension that could’ve been cut with a knife.

“you wanna get out of here?” jack suggested, making your heart race.

you nodded, “yeah.” you both got up and made your way to the exit.

the drive back to your apartment was quiet, the faint sound of 90s rock playing in the background as jack paid attention to the road.

you led him up to your apartment, closing the door behind you as jack sat on the couch.

“are you hungry? i can make us something.” you offered, nerves getting the best of you.

he politely declined. you continued to pour yourself a glass of water. jack stood up and soon enough, he was stood behind you.

his lips met yours and you immediately forgot about the glass of water. you relaxed into the kiss, your back pressing up against the sink as his hands rested on the back of your head and neck.

jack moved you towards the bedroom, you stopped him before the door could open. “wait. my room is a mess, i didn’t clean.” your words made him laugh.

“okay.” he said, kissing you again. “we can stay out here.” his lips trailed down your neck.

you let out a soft moan in response, “just don’t look.” you grab his hand, pulling him into the bedroom.

jack laid you down on the bed, his lips meeting your neck again before moving down.

when you woke the next morning, your head was pounding despite being sober. you look around the room to see your clothes thrown onto the floor, your mind instantly going back to what happened.

you smile to yourself at the thought of jack in your apartment. in your bed. you look beside you in hopes of jack being sound asleep but it was empty.

the sheets were cold, meaning he’d left hours ago. you sit up, looking over at your bedside table. no note.

you grab your phone to see a bunch of messages from mel.

mel : you okay??

mel : hellooooooooo

mel : text me so i know you’re alive

you : sorry!!! i fell asleep when i got home

mel : you left quite suddenly

mel : so did jack

you : are you implying something?

mel : maybe. am i right?

you : he took me home

you : we might’ve slept together

mel : holy crap!! you and dr abbot???

you : yeah, it was great. better than great

mel : did he make you breakfast?!

you : oh, he had to head out

mel : well, i’m sure he’ll text

a few days passed and you could tell he definitely regretted that night. you hadn’t spoken to him since.

every single night, you thought of him. the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands all over you.

you close your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. fuck, you feel so good. your eyes open again, your heart racing as you picture him.

you get out of bed and head to kitchen to get a drink. the lights were on and the faint shine of a laminated badge caught your eye.

melissa had been at your place earlier that day, she must’ve left her name badge by accident. you decide that you’ll return it tomorrow.

[cowboylikemillie]

chapter five : great, nobody noticed

pairing : jack abbot x fem!king!reader

warnings : swearing, alcohol use, possibly cringe (reader is awkward) & a little bit of angst

taglist : @oatmealisweird @spooky-librarian-ghost @woodxtock @julllliiiii86 @jas241

you : movie night at my place??

mel : can’t :( promised work that i’d join them for a few drinks

mel : i’d love it if you came!

you : i don’t know…i don’t wanna intrude

mel : dr abbot will be there

you : okay, i’ll meet you guys there. text me which bar

mel : yay!!! the same one as last time :)

it was 6:40pm and you were still searching through your wardrobe for an outfit. you wanted to make an effort…definitely not for jack.

after multiple outfit changes, you decided on a dark blue mini dress. you called an uber and got dropped off right outside the bar.

the music was loud as soon as you opened the door and it was quite crowded. you politely walked through the groups of people to get to mel’s table which was in the corner.

she was sat with samira and trinity, probably talking about work. mel practically jumped out of her seat when she spotted you, giving you a hug like she hadn’t seen you in years.

you sat next to her as she pushed a drink next to you. “i ordered your favourite. i hope the ice isn’t too melted.” she spoke and you smiled, taking a sip.

mel noticed you looking around the room, looking for a certain someone. “he should be here soon.” she stated, catching your attention. you nodded, occasionally joining in their conversation.

about an hour passed and there was still no sign of jack. you’d finished your drink so you decided to make your way to the bar.

as you were ordering, jack stepped through the door, instantly spotting you. his eyes glanced at your dress, noticing the way the fabric barely reached your knees. shit.

you turned away with your drink in hand, freezing when you saw him. “hey.” you smiled. he simply nodded, brushing past you to get to the bar.

your smile dropped and you walked back to the table feeling both hurt and confused.

“you okay?” mel asked, noticing the way your smile disappeared within seconds.

you quickly took a sip of your drink, “yeah, i’m good. are you?”

mel shrugged her shoulders. “it’s a bit loud in here but apart from that, i’m okay.” she explained.

you understood the feeling, “you wanna come with me to get some air?” you offered, getting up from your seat and grabbing your purse.

she shook her head. “no, it’s fine. you go ahead.” you didn’t push and walked towards the exit.

the air was cold, a strong breeze would come and go, making you shiver slightly. being able to breathe was relieving. the look on jack’s face appeared in your mind, how he practically ignored you.

you look down at your dress, suddenly regretting dressing up. it made you want to go home and put your pajamas back on but you weren’t. this wasn’t going to ruin your night.

until you looked through the window to see jack stood at the bar talking to a woman around his age. she was beautiful.

you went up to the bar, feeling a bit tipsy from the drinks but you ordered two shots anyway. once they were out in front of you, you immediately downed them. jack watched from a distance, still deep in the conversation.

the sound of music made you look up to see mel and trinity onstage. they were doing karaoke and were clearly slightly drunk.

you let out a laugh, watching them as they slurred the words to some 90s song.

then you felt the shots finally hit you, you felt light headed and instantly regretted taking them. you asked the bartender for some water and quickly drank it, sobering up a bit.

“you doing okay?” jack emerged, taking notice of the glassiness in your eyes.

did he finally give in and take notice?

[cowboylikemillie]

Just followed you because your profile layout is so so pretty omgg and the Jackie pfpp

omg thank you!! i LOVE your username & pfp :))

[cowboylikemillie]

chapter four : i wanna be wanted

pairing : jack abbot x fem!king!reader

warnings : angst, swearing, asshole date (not jack), hurt/comfort & fluff

taglist : @oatmealisweird @spooky-librarian-ghost @woodxtock @julllliiiii86 @jas241

you and jack hadn’t texted since he cancelled, blaming it on timing and each other being busy. your feelings for him were complicated, some would call it a harmless crush but the more you thought about him, the more you wanted to be more.

during a trip to the local library, you were asked out for late night coffee. his name was derek and he seemed like a decent guy. maybe this would be good for you.

you didn’t dress up, only a little bit of makeup to make an effort before making your way to the coffee shop.

derek was sat in the corner. you approached the table, “hey.” you gave him a polite smile as you sat opposite him.

he nodded in response, his eyes glancing at your chest with no shame. you let out an annoyed sigh when he got up to get you a drink. this was going to be fun….

“so, what’s your job?” he asked, sipping from his cup.

you smiled, “i’m an art teacher.” you loved doing your job and helping students find their creative side.

derek laughed. “is that even a proper job?” he asked and your expression dropped. “well, i teach art so i’d say it is.”

“but it’s not like serious.” he stated, as if he knew everything.

you quickly moved on, “what do you do?” you were curious. maybe his job was something more serious like a lawyer but nothing prepared you for what he was going to say.

“i game.”

jesus fucking christ. was this guy serious?

after a few more meaningless conversations, you both got up to leave. he walked you out of the coffee shop.

he turned to face you, “so, you wanna come back with me?” his question caught you off guard. you awkwardly smiled. “oh, i’m sorry but i’m not interested.”

derek looked confused, “i thought there was a vibe.” he clearly struggled to read signals.

you shook your head, “the only vibe i have is that i want to leave by myself.”

he scoffed. “what, so i just wasted my time?” his tone grew louder, making you feel small. “i guess. sorry.” you muttered, shrugging your shoulders.

derek walked away mumbling insults as you quickly pulled out your phone. it was late and too far to walk home. you couldn’t afford an uber right now and the buses weren’t running.

you click on melissa’s contact, calling her number. it rings for a while but no response. you try again. no response.

when she got home from work, she always switched her phone off to properly destress from the day. you couldn’t blame her.

you then click on jack’s number, debating whether or not to call him. he seemed like the person to answer so you call. it rings then you hear his voice. “you okay?”

“hi, i know it’s late and you’re probably exhausted but i can’t get home. could you-“

jack cut you off instantly, “where are you?” his tone was concerned.

you let out a soft sigh, “i’m just outside the coffee shop, the one that’s open late.” jack knew exactly where that was. “okay, i’m on my way. wait inside, i’ll text you when i’m here.”

you waited around 10 minutes when you saw jack’s car pull up beside you. you watched as he got out and opened the car door for you.

as you sat down in the passenger seat, jack turned down the radio station. “bad date?” he asked, not looking at you as he knew his expression would give his reaction away.

you were confused, “how did you-“. he interrupted, “mel mentioned it.”

“oh.” your response was simple. the engine rumbled and he started to drive you back to your apartment. “yeah, it wasn’t great.” you muttered.

jack looked over at you, “let me guess. he only spoke about himself?” you were slightly surprised at how quick he guessed.

“you guessed correctly.” despite the situation, you smiled. “it’s his loss. you deserve so much better than some asshole that can’t see what’s in front of him.” jack’s words made your face heat up.

at first you just thought he was being polite but the way he spoke, he sounded sincere and looked slightly pissed off.

“thanks for saying that.” you reply, resting your hand on his. he froze, pulling away.

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to hold your hand, he definitely did. more than he probably should but he became overwhelmed with these sudden feelings he had towards you.

jack hadn’t felt this way in a long time. not since his wife. he didn’t want to hurt you.

the rest of the drive was quiet, the faint beat of the music filling the silence. he dropped you off at your apartment, watching until you got inside safely.

you smiled and waved goodbye to him and his heart almost exploded. he was fucked.

[missmanlykink]

why am i reminiscing about ep one of yes chef like i was actually in that kitchen…iris bitch move

[i-love-ptv]

how fast ima be buying that quinn subscription now that shawn hatosy’s on there:

[cowboylikemillie]

ME FR

[cowboylikemillie]

Do you have an idea of when ur fics for Stan rosado will come out ???

I can’t wait !!!

i’m currently taking a small break due to writers block but i’m starting to write again! i don’t want to give a specific time bc i don’t want to disappoint! but just know i am writing and something will come soon. thank you for the support :)

[cowboylikemillie]

Can’t wait for your Stan rosado fics!!

thank you! i’ve got lots of ideas already :)

[cowboylikemillie]

don’t smile ⭑

bad reviews ᥫ᭡

sweet nothings ᥫ᭡

this will be (an everlasting love) ᥫ᭡

human too ⭑ ᥫ᭡

right where you left me ⭑

my love mine all mine ᥫ᭡

i couldn’t be more in love ⭑ ᥫ᭡

loml ⭑

sfw alphabet ᥫ᭡

crush on you headcanons ᥫ᭡

my man on willpower ⭑ ᥫ᭡

fruitcake collection ⭑ ᥫ᭡