I go by L or Liam (mostly L) :) My birthday is on April 20th
My obvious obsessions are joe keery, joe quinn, stranger things, steddie, will wood, etc, but I also like true crime and stuff :]
Moonlight part 1 (werewolf Steve x vampire Eddie, pre s4)
Moonlight part 2
Moonlight part 3
(I think we got up to part 6 but I can’t find them to put the links)
More to come! (Currently on hiatus for personal reasons)
I will do angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, pining, best friend pining, enemies to lovers, oblivious reader or character, I can also just do friends, no lovers! Or family! Possibly smut
pls request if u want. I'll do:
STRANGER THINGS
•Steve Harrington x reader (any pronouns)
•Eddie Munson x reader (any pronouns)
•Stevie Harrington x reader (any pronouns)
•Steddie
•Robin Buckley x fem or gn reader
•Max Mayfield x reader (any pronouns)
•Lucas Sinclair x reader (any pronouns)
•Dustin Henderson x reader (any pronouns)
•Jane Hopper x reader (any pronouns)
I’m so sorry, but I no longer do Heathers. I felt uncomfortable writing it, mainly because it wasn’t much my style
I no longer do Harry Potter for obvious reasons
OTHER
•Kurt Kunkle X reader (any pronouns)
•Walter "Keys" Mckey x reader (any pronouns)
•Joe Keery X reader (any pronouns)
•Joseph quinn X reader (any pronouns)
•Gator Tillman X reader (any pronouns)
•Baron x reader (any pronouns) (will do after I watch marmalade)
The way im still seeing Shane Hollander x Fem!reader fics as if that man isn’t gay… guys can we stop this shit. Even when Ilya is involved, it’s so gross. Ilya is bisexual but Shane has no interest including a woman in the bedroom next to his lover
summary : when you wake up confused and covered in your own blood what better idea than to call your hot downstairs neighbor to the rescue !
pairing : jack abbot x neighbor!reader
word count : 1,5k
tags : blood, injuries, mention of passing out, anxiety and panic attack, mention of medical procedures, probably medical inaccuracies, jack abbot being caring and gentle, he’s lowkey whipped already, established friendship ? (idk I just mean they’ve known each other for some time)
a/n : ALL my jack abbot fics are embarrassingly self-indulgent because I have been simply going through it lately, this is my coping mechanism ig so bare with me
part 1 - part 2 - part 3
"Hey"
The two ringtones it took for him to answer were enough for you to zone out and make you jump when his voice echoed out of the speaker.
"Jack..?" if you weren’t so out of it you would’ve realized how delirious you sounded because next thing you knew his voice had sobered up.
"It’s me, are you alright ?"
"Hi, Um so- I know you’re tired and- sorry I probably woke you, I know you work nights and I wouldn’t call you if it wasnt- God I’m sorry I really shouldn’t have."
"Hey, take a deep breath. What’s going on ? Did something hap-"
"There’s blood." you blurted out suddenly. "A lot. Sorry, I just- I think I fell and I passed out, and now there’s blood and I don’t know what happened and-" a sob broke out of you and if he didn’t know any better Jack would’ve thought the clenching he felt was his heartstrings getting ripped out.
"Sorry, I just woke up and I panicked I think- well I still am, panicking I mean but-" you drew in a shaky breath, preventing yourself to apologize for the umpteenth time and in the absence of answers you checked your phone thinking Jack had hung up. Maybe it had been too much, he had thought you were playing a prank on him and went back to bed.
No. He wouldn’t do that.
Just a few weeks ago, you were sharing an elevator ride, and he had noticed a burn mark on your arm that you had just put under cold water and brushed off. He had insisted on giving you burn cream and showing you how to properly bandage it. He was incredibly selfless and the most caring man you knew.
"Um- Jack ?" you tried in a small voice, threatening to break again.
But all you could hear was a sort of fussing of materials and keys.
As you tried calling out for him again, a thud of footsteps echoed.. in your corridor ? Or was it the pulsing in your head echoing louder than was healthy.
Suddenly, a voice called out your name.
"It’s Jack, where are you ?" his voice echoed around your apartment sounding winded and almost…panicked ?
"Ja-" you voice broke, forcing you to clearing it out before calling out again. "I’m in the bathroom." you blurted out at his sudden presence, forgetting that he didn’t know the layout. But your voice seem to lead him and a moment later his knuckles rasped against the door.
"Are you decent ? Is it okay if I come in ?"
You looked down at the old oversized tee you wore to sleep and your flannel pants -now covered in blood.
"Uh yeah- yes." you replied after a moment, during which Jack’s heart had lurched in his chest at the idea that you had lost consciousness again. His heart rate hadn’t slow down since he heard you panic about the blood that you were apparently covered in.
He appeared as the door opened slowly, like he wanted to make sure he didn’t hit you with it. He suppressed a gasp with a deep inhale and a twitch of his jaw as his eyes took in the scenery before falling on you.
You could imagine what it looked like, blood on the sink and floor, products spilled open, laying around after you, from what you could guess, had tried to catch yourself on a shelf. And you, propped against your shower, looking a mess with blood running down your neck, temple and everywhere really.
He dropped to his knees, scanning you all over, his hands usually so sure, shaking a bit as he lifted them over to your face.
"Hey, you’re alright, you’re alright. I’m here." he muttered as much to himself as to you. "Tell me what happened." he seemed to shift back into his doctor self, as he began carefully checking you over.
Somehow you couldn’t come up with an answer as you looked into his eyes and lifted a hand to loosely tug at his sleeve.
"I thought you had hung up. That you thought I was lying." you admitted suddenly, in a voice so small he almost missed it over the thundering of his heart in his chest.
"What ? No. I was coming to you." he interrupted briefly his check up to brush his thumb over your cheekbone. "Now, I need you to focus and answer questions for me. Can you do that ?" he locked eyes with you as he asked, making sure yours weren’t drifting anywhere. Making sure you were here with him.
"Y-yeah, sure."
"Good." Another brush of his thumb. "You told me you passed out."
"I- Yes I did."
"Okay, what were you doing before ?"
"I was feeling weird. My head was hurting so I wanted- I thought I should take some painkillers."
"And did you take any ?" he asked in a soft voice as his hand pressed various places on your legs, tickling you a bit.
"No, I tried to- but then I couldn’t see anything- I fell." you stared off, like trying to recount the events in your mind, and your eyes seemed to lock on your bloodied hands. "And I don’t remember anything after. I woke up and there was blood running down my head- and everywhere. Why is there so much- Wh-" you hands rubbed at each other frantically while your breath quickened coming out in quick huffs.
"Hey. Take a deep breath. You’re doing perfect, sweetheart. I promise." Jack captured your hands in his, gently prying them away from each other and took a minute to help you regain your breathing.
His voice rumbled near your ear in a soothing cadence as he leaned in to lightly press different spot of your face and skull, so painfully gentle in his movements and careful not to hurt you. "You hit your head against the sink when you fainted, which I think is from dehydration. And head injuries tend to bleed a lot and look worse than they really are, leading to some panic. But you did so good. You called for help and now I’m here and I’ll make sure you get better in no time."
He leaned back being seemingly done with his quick exam and he lifted his hand back to your face, whipping the stray tears that must have spilled earlier. He let his other hand holding yours inch toward your pulse point and exhaled a small, relieved breath, he seemed to have been holding.
"Now. I’m going to apply a bandage to your head to stop the bleeding, then I will drive you to the ER and from there we’ll do a CT scan and all the procedures necessary to make sure you’re alright. Is that okay ?"
You opened and closed your mouth a few times before taking a deep breath.
"No, I- you should go back to sleep. I can call someone to drive me." you struggled to find your words and your head was still pounding with a headache, as a treacherous voice whispered about how badly wanted him to stay. "You have a shift tonight." you forced the words out anyway.
He fought back a laugh as he looked at you rattling your brain worrying about him when you so clearly needed help.
"If you rather have someone else stay with you I’ll call them and explain them everything you need but if it’s only because you think you’re bothering me. You’re not. Please, let me stay with you."
His plead hung between you for a second as you looked at him.
"Are you sure ?" you pressed in a small voice, looking into his eyes for an ounce of disingenuity.
"Certain." A moment passed as you continued to gaze at each other. "I won’t be able to sleep without knowing you’re alright." he confessed finally, his face closer than you remembered.
You stared at him for a few more seconds, lost in his words, before nodding warily, your lips still slightly downturned.
"Plus, if I’m the one bringing you in, I’ll make sure you receive extra special treatment from everyone." he added with a playful wink.
"Right.." you sighed, a chuckle escaping you.
Relief washed over him as he quickly stood up to rummage through your pharmacy cabinet, which he found alarmingly under supplied.
And as he carefully wrapped your head in soft cotton, you looked up to him through your lashes, grasping his shirt.
"Thank you. For answering."
"I’ll always answer to you. Make me your emergency contact." he mumbled, with a little too much seriousness underlying what was meant to be one of his usual light joke.
You giggled, "I might just take you up on that."
And in a surge of affection he pressed a kiss to your forehead, wishing to be the one you called everytime.
i love LOVE how jack crawford's whole thing is he'll be like "will. i need to know you can find your way back. what did you feel" and will's like "i feel as if i mutilated her myself .... every waking night for the past week i've had the same dream of me, dismembering them. i commit horrors unspeakable in my mind" and jack's like ok you know you best! see you tuesday no one does it like you brother
I’m new to the Beatles (didn’t know who George was even a few days ago) and I have. No clue. Why people hate her so much? She’s so pretty and I love love :(
And I still see some of yall say ‘make this fic into a character ai pls!’
WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF WATER
Get off those god forsaken generative ai apps or you will go down with those who care
Especially those of you in the fanfic community, you steal your own work by going on c.ai and simultaneously kill us
For those who don’t know, ai takes from fresh water to cool its computer systems and the water can’t be recycled. ChatGPT alone uses 500 million gallons of water a day, and the AI industry used more water last year than the plastic water bottle industry. It also produces nothing original and takes from artists and writers alike.
Please resist and fight against this, it will only change if there is a collective effort ‼️‼️‼️
