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your fandom experience will be 100 times more enjoyable if you accept the fact that you do not own your blorbos. people will interpret your blorbos in ways you don’t approve of, people will write fics about your blorbos in ways you disagree with, people will involve your blorbos in ships that make you feel disgusted. BECAUSE YOUR BLORBOS ARE THEIR BLORBOS TOO. there is nothing you can do about that. and making a “call out post” against these people will just make you a bully who thinks harassing real people over thoughtcrimes and fictional characters is justified.
how people enjoy your blorbos and how they portray your blorbos in their fanfics, fan art, headcanons, edits are literally NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
the world does not revolve around you, and there will always be things that upset you. BUT the good news is that you literally don’t have to care or even acknowledge things that upset you at all. that’s what the block and mute buttons are for. you cannot control what other people do, even when it involves your blorbos, but you can curate your own internet experiences.
you can either be mad at strangers for the sake of fictional characters, or you can enjoy your fandom experience by focusing on the things YOU do enjoy.
calling him your “current” boyfriend prank | jack abbot x fem!reader
summary: exactly what the title says :3 reader is a social media influencer!
a/n: wow look at me being activeee! i’ve been in a fattttt slump lately i apologize.
Jack walks into the room as you’re setting up your phone to start filming at your vanity and he walks over to you immediately, placing a kiss on the top of your head before going to lay down.
You try your best to hide your mischievous smile while you hit the record button on your phone.
“Hey everyone, Get ready with me for the day! Also if you hear noises in the background thats just my current boyfriend watching a show.” As you say that, Jacks head rises up from the bed slightly.
“What’d you say?” He asks, but you ignore him.
You press the record button again. “Sorry guys, my current boyfriend was talking to me.”
“I have a really fun day planned. I’m going golfing and then a lunch date straight after with my current boyfriend.”
You see Jack shoot up from the bed and speed walk right over to where you’re sitting.He comes up behind you, tilting your head up towards him with his finger tips on your jaw.
“Say that again. I dare you.” He warns.
“You’re my current boyfriend, are you not?” You say teasingly while giggling.
Within a split second he scoops you up from your chair and throws you over his shoulder. He gives your ass a loud slap and you laugh some more.
“Jack! Wait— I was just messing with you!” You giggle.
for a writer, I spend a lot of time fantasizing about writing, thinking about my blorbos, what situations I should put them in, what prompts give my heart serotonin, instead of actually writing
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and it is technically unfinished. i had originally planned to write more and then life got in the way causing me to lose motivation. so this is definitely not my best work but i still wanted to put it out there. (will consider writing more if people end up enjoying this.)
content:not proofread, pre-marines! slovacek x sheriff's daughter!reader, mentions of bodily injury/blood, cursing.
summary: the town's troublemaker saves you from a scary situation and you clean up his wounds after.
You grab your tote purse out of your locker, swinging it onto your shoulder before checking yourself out in your locker mirror. Reaching into your bag, you pull out your vanilla scented body mist and spritz it all over.
A hand taps your shoulder from behind unexpectedly and you let out a small squeal.
“Jeez, how do you get scared so easily?” Turning around you see your best friend Ella and let out a sigh of relief.
Your eyes narrow. “Hey, I’m not the one sneaking up on people from behind without announcing their presence.”
“Fair… anyways do you want to head into the city today and go shopping?”
“Can’t. I have AP history homework to do.” You say while closing your locker.
“Come onnn, you always have homework! It wouldn’t hurt to go out once in a while.” She pleads.
You give her an apologetic look. “Sorry, but it’s due tomorrow, and I have it first period so there's no other time I can get it done.”
She sighs in defeat. “Okay, how about this weekend then?”
“That works.” You look down at the time on your phone then back up at her. “I should get going now, see you tomorrow Ells!” You give her a quick hug goodbye before leaving out the school doors.
You hum to yourself as you turn the corner towards the back of the school to take the shortcut to your house. Then something in the distance stops you in your tracks once you reach the back road. It’s two men standing, making some sort of exchange. The one with his hood up pulls out a small white baggy and hands it over to the other guy who's holding a wad of cash in his other hand. You attempt to turn the other way so you don’t need to walk past them, but when you take your first step a branch snaps underneath your shoe.
The two men turn their heads to the sound and the man with the hood locks his eyes on you, like a predator that's just found its prey. Your breath hitches and you curse under your breath and immediately start running down the back road in the opposite direction you needed to go.
‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.’
“Get back here you fucking bitch!” The man’s voice now sounds further than before.
You turn another corner, bumping straight into something firm and hard.
Just then a boy's voice speaks, “Woah there angel, slow down.”
Looking up you see the mayor’s son and also the worst person you could’ve possibly ran into. You tried to run from trouble, just to run back into it a minute later.
“Shit.” You whisper, looking around with a panicked look in your eye.
He raises an eyebrow. Then he hears the faint voice of the man who was chasing you coming right around the corner.
“Well, Well, Well. Slovacek, we have to stop meeting like this.” You turn around and see the man in the hood wearing a sinister smile across his face.
The man takes a step forward and Nicholas grabs your wrist, bringing you behind him.
“What do you say? Give me the girl and I won’t tell your daddy that you got in another fight, hm?” The man inches closer.
“No.” Nicholas' voice sounds firm.
Nicholas turns his gaze toward you and whispers, “Run.”
“What? No!” You shout in a hushed voice.
“Listen here, boy. I don’t care if you’re the mayor’s son. I won’t hesitate to leave another scar on your face if you don’t hand over that fucking slut right now.”
Nicholas’ jaw clenches. “What did you just call her?”
“I said she’s a sl—” Before the man can utter the word, Nicholas sends a punch straight across his cheek.
The man stumbles and then returns the favour right back, punching him across his left cheek. Blood spews out from Nicholas’ mouth and you nearly scream at the sight. You take slow steps back, watching them start throwing punches and kicks at each other. Finally, Nicholas throws one last kick to the man’s groin, sending him straight into the ground.
He pivots and grabs your wrist again while you both make a run for it out of the back roads into the neighborhood.
“Wait… wait…” You pause taking laboured breaths, “come on we need to get you cleaned up.”
He turns around to face you. “I’m fine.”
“No you’re not. You have blood all over your face!” You grab his arm, dragging him along, and begin walking towards your house before he can protest.
“Where are we going? The hospital is the other way.”
“My house, I have a first aid kit there.”
“I’ve never been to your house.”
You giggle as if he said the most ridiculous thing ever. “I’ve never invited you.”
He lets out a breathy laugh. “Ouch,” and then he says, “I still don’t understand why we can’t go to the hospital instead.”
“Because if we go to the hospital, the whole town is gonna know about what happened, and that includes my father.”
“I don’t think he would want me to be in his house either.” You roll your eyes as he states the obvious.
“He’s always busy at the station til about midnight, he doesn’t have to know you came over.”
“Whatever you say, princess.”
You sigh. “And can you stop with the pet names?”
“Your wish is my command, prin—” He immediately shuts up when you side eye him.
“Okay we’re here.” You say while punching in the code to open the door.
“Nice place,” he comments in an attempt to fill the silence as he steps into your house.
“Thank you. Now let’s go upstairs before anyone sees you.” You start walking up the stairs with Nicholas following behind.
“I thought it was just you and your dad here.”
“It is, for the most part anyway. My older sister used to live here, but she moved out a while ago. She visits when she can.” You set down your purse on your vanity chair and shake off your zip up hoodie.
“Is she home right now?” He asks.
“She will be tonight,” you continue on talking, making your way to your closet to grab the first aid kit. “She should be here around the same time my dad gets home.”
“I see,” he takes a look around your room with his hands awkwardly in his pockets.
“Come sit.” You grab his arms and direct him to sit on the edge of your bed.
“Yes ma’am.” He brings up his hand to his forehead to salute you.
Rolling your eyes at his silly little gesture, you open up the kit and set it next to him, rummaging through it to find what you need. First you open up a wipe to clean up the blood from his lips and cheeks, as well as his knuckles.
He winces at the slightest amount of pressure which makes you stop and ask, “am I being too rough?”
“No… just stings.”
You smile softly. “Well you better suck it up, pretty boy because I am not allowing these cuts to get infected.”
He tilts his head and smirks. “Aw you think I’m pretty?”
“What?No, I didn’t— shut up.”
“Ow! What the hell?” He flinches when you apply too much pressure to his cheek.
“Stay still, you’re only making this process more painful by moving.” You lean back in to get a close look at the cut on his cheekbone.
Your breath hitches when you make eye contact with him and realize how close you are. You clear your throat before continuing to clean him up. An hour or so passes by and you finish cleaning off all the blood on his face and knuckles.
“Okay that should do it. Here, take this ointment and remember to—”
“Apply it two times a day, I know.”
Out of nowhere a voice yells from downstairs “Hey Sis! I’m home!”
Your eyes widen in fear, you look at Nicholas then at your bedroom door and then back at him again.
“You need to go, now.” You say in a panicked whisper, hearing your sister's footsteps come up the stairs.
“Sis? Are you home?”
You rush over to your door and crack it open just enough so you can peak your head through.
“Hey, how was the drive here?” You ask.
“It’s raining pretty bad out there, but not too bad…” her eyes narrow in on you. “Why are you acting so weird?” She finally asks.
“I’m not acting weird.”
You feel Nicholas creep up behind you, hidden from your sisters line of sight and blow air into your ear to mess with you. Taking your left foot, you deliver a blow to his groin area causing him to fall over as he groans in pain.
“What was that noise? Do you have someone over?” She steps closer.
You look over at Nicholas who’s on his knees holding his groin in pain, then back at her.
“Oh I was, um, watching a show on my tv.” Giving her an awkward smile, she nods slowly like she doesn’t quite believe you still.
“Right,” she pauses before saying, “anyways dad told me that he’s probably not going to make it home tonight. A case is keeping him at the station.”
“Oh, okay.”
“So hey, um, want to go down to the diner and get dinner? I’m starving and I totally regret not eating before that long drive here.”
“Yeah. Just uh— give me like 15 minutes to get myself together.” And with that you shut your door, making sure to lock it before turning around to face Nicholas.
In a hushed voice you say, “What the hell!?”
“In my defense,” he says slowly, standing up from your floor. “I didn’t think you were gonna kick me straight in the fucking balls. Plus, would it be such a bad thing if she saw me?”
“Yes! Especially with the way you look right now, I don’t think it would exactly be the best first impression.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You really have to go now. If you get caught by my sister she’ll give you more than just a few cuts.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to get out? Your sister is out there.”
Your eyes lock in on your open balcony and his eyes follow.
“You’re gonna make me jump off your balcony?” He asks, raising his brows.
“Relax, it’s not even that high up. At most you’ll twist your ankle.”
“Very reassuring.”
“Come on, Don’t tell me this is the first time you’ve had to do something like this.”
“It is for your information.” He utters through clenched teeth.
You shrug. “Well there’s a first time for everything, Slovacek and I need you out of here now.”
Putting your hands on his shoulders, you spin him around and begin pushing him towards your balcony.
He swings one leg and then the other over the railing, looking back at you before saying, “if only I knew you were gonna make me jump to my death after tending to my injuries.”
You shake your head at his dramatic statement and watch him finally jump down.
“See, I told you you’d be fine!” You shout over the balcony.
Without looking at you, he flips you off while walking away.
I was wondering if I could request a Gerran Howell x Fem!Reader fic? The premise is that they are co-stars on the set of The Pitt, and because of production rules requiring the cast to stay close to set, they are actually roommates in real life. On the show, their characters play a couple, and in real life, they both have massive crushes on each other but haven’t acted on it because they each think the other doesn't feel the same way. The entire cast sees right through them and constantly teases them about it, so when everyone finds out their characters have a highly anticipated, incredibly spicy scene together, the cast gets super excited because they know this will finally force them to fall in love for real. Leading up to the shoot, they are both absolute nervous wrecks because of the real-life tension between them—especially after the director suggests that, since they live together, they should talk about the spicy scene at home to get comfortable, or even professionally practice and recreate the blocking to prep for the day of. I would love for this whole story to be as smutty and explicit as possible from start to finish—from the high-tension "practice" sessions at home, to the intense chemistry while filming on set, leading up to them finally returning to their shared apartment where the lingering adrenaline breaks them, they confess their feelings, and just completely go crazy for each other. Thank you so much!
secret’s out! | gerran howell x fem reader
word count: 4.7k+
content:not proofread, no use of y/n, suggestive content, explicit/sexual content, smut (fingering), tension, minors dni, co-stars to lovers.
a/n: it’s my first time writing a more explicit fic, so i did my best to research since i’ve never even attempted to write one. this may not be as “smutty” as other fics for sure, apologies in advance. i’d describe this fic as more steamy than smutty to be completely honest 😅, so i hope y’all still enjoy my take on this request/idea.
again thank you for this request! as always enjoy and any support is greatly appreciated!
“Can we get a little more light please?” The director orders while the camera man adjusts his camera angle, followed by, “Okay, that’s good! Positions! Everyone please quiet on set! And… action!”
The camera crew starts following you and Gerran filming from different angles and directions.
“Hey are you okay?” Gerran asks.
You place your tablet down on the counter and turn to him with a weak voice. “I’m fine. It’s just… that case with the little girl back there is really messing with me.”
“Baby I know you feel bad, but there's nothing else we can do to help her.” He places his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.
A single tear falls and you wipe it away quickly hoping he doesn’t notice.
“Hey… no, no, don’t cry,” He whispers, pulling you into a hug as you bury your face into his chest. “Everthing is going to be okay.”
You both stand there for a moment while the camera man counts down from five before the director yells, “Cut!”
You start laughing while holding a hand over your eye. You pull away from Gerran and he stares at you confused.
“The pen in your shirt pocket poked me in the eye when you pulled me into a hug.”
“Oh my God, are you okay? I’m so sorry.” Gerran grabs your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb while apologizing profusely.
You take your hand away and nod in response. “No it’s okay Gerran, perfectly fine.” You pat him on his cheek before turning away to go to your trailer on set.
You make it inside your trailer and sit down to scroll on your phone when someone knocks on your trailer door and your head turns towards it.
“Who is it?!”
“Isa!” She shouts, sounding muffled.
“Come in!”
Isa comes in and takes a seat on the couch behind you. “You did so good on that last scene!”
You look at her through the mirror and smile. “Thank you!
You reach for the makeup wipes and begin to take off your makeup while you catch up with Isa. Then another knock comes and another familiar welsh accent shouts, “It’s me Gerran!”
You toss your makeup wipes in the trash and open your trailer door. “Hey you, what brings you here?”
“It’s lunch break and they have your favourites today… so I thought you might want to go eat together.” Gerran scratches the back of his and looks away awkwardly.
Isa tries to hide the excitement in her face while overhearing the conversation.
“Aw, how sweet! I’d love to,” you turn your head towards Isa and ask her, “Want to come?”
Isa looks up from her phone. “Uh yeah right behind you! I just need to go use the washroom.”
You nod and then follow Gerran towards the lunch area on set. The delicious smell hits your face within seconds and your mouth starts watering just thinking about how good the food is. You and Gerran chat with the other cast members before going to sit at a table together.
A cold gust of wind blows your way and you realize you forgot to bring your jacket from your trailer. Gerran notices this immediately and stands back up, taking off his jacket and offering it to you.
“But then you’ll be cold too.”
“Come on, the last thing we need is you getting sick this early into filming.” He comes behind you and holds the jacket open.
You sigh and accept defeat while sliding your arms through the arm holes of the jacket.
You look up at him and smile before saying, “Thank you.”
The rest of the cast watches you from the other table, taking pictures of you two together and talking with one another.
“They’re just too cute!” Shabana says to the rest of the cast at her table, gushing over how sweet you two are together.
Gerran then wipes some sauce from your lip which makes you blush and earns a squeal from Shabana.
Patrick shouts at you both from their table, “get a room, Lovebirds!” And they all laugh in unison.
Gerran flips him off without turning around before taking another bite of his food. You let out a quiet laugh and he looks up at you smiling back while giving you a wink that catches you off guard.
Just when you both are finishing up your lunch, one of the directors comes up to your table with a stack of scripts in his hand to give out.
“Hey you two, here are some updated scripts. Please take some time to read through them and feel free to ask questions or voice any concerns.” You both nod and he leaves to go hand out the rest of the scripts.
“Oh my God…” Isa says while reading one particular part of the script that stands out.
“What? What is it?” Fiona leans over to see what part Isa is reading.
“Holy shit.” Patrick says, looking at the same part that Isa is reading.
“Well I’ll be damned…” Katherine joins in on the conversation.
“Gerran kisses her, pushing her up against the wall of the on-call room…” Patrick reads out part of the script in a hushed voice.
Back at you and Gerran’s table, both of you seem to have no reaction to reading the same scene the cast was freaking out about. But deep down both of your hearts were racing just by reading the first few lines of the explicit scene written on the script.
Before you left the set that day with Gerran, the same director from earlier suggested that you two try to work on your off-screen chemistry a bit more so that it’ll translate well into the show. Especially since you two had a very intense scene coming up it was important that you work on it.
So there you both were sitting on the couch in your shared apartment facing each other, both waiting for the other to break the silence or make the first move.
“So um, maybe we should at least get the kissing part down…?” Gerran is suddenly aware of how dry his lips are and he licks his lips in an attempt to get rid of the dryness.
You swallow hard. “Yeah, let’s take it from after you… lock the door, and— you know, push me up against the wall.”
“You want to do this in my room?” He asks.
“That works.”
You both go into his room, and he shuts the door quietly behind him. Your eyes look everywhere except directly at him. Immediately you notice the faint smell of his cologne and soap still lingering from when he got out of the shower earlier, and it’s driving you mad.
“Hey, look at me.” Gerran closes the space between you two, turning your head toward him with his fingers on your chin.
“Sorry… I just feel a little anxious about this scene.”
“We don’t have to practice today. If you're not comfortable.” He says in a reassuring tone.
You let out a breath. “No, I want to. Let’s take it from the top.”
“Okay then,” he replies, setting his script aside, and grabbing your face pulling you into the kiss with zero hesitation.
It throws you off balance or a second before you eventually melt into the kiss. His lips taste like mint gum from earlier and vanilla-flavoured lip balm. The kiss quickly becomes more rough and sloppy as he starts backing you up into the wall behind you. He uses his hand to cushion the back of your head before pushing you up against the wall. The script in your hand slips out of your hand and onto the floor.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him deeper into the kiss. You needed more, you wanted to disregard the script and continue kissing him. Gerran suddenly pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.
He clears his throat and backs away from you creating space between you two again and you wish you could pull him back in again.
“I think we should call it a night, we have to be up early tomorrow. Press tour starts tomorrow.”
“Right.” You press your lips into a tight line and attempt to hide the disappointment in your voice.
You brush past him and before you leave you turn around to say, “good night.”
“Good night and you did a good job today, don't be so hard on yourself.”
In response you give him a soft smile before disappearing back into your room.
The next morning came quickly, luckily you didn’t even need your alarm to wake you up because you had spent the whole night tossing and turning after practicing with Gerran. You and the rest of the cast had a lot of interviews and promotions booked today, so you made sure to pack anything you might need.
You and Gerran ended up arriving at hair and makeup last. The lack of sleep was really getting to you, causing you to doze off every few minutes while waiting for your turn. Gerran notices how tired you are and lets you lay your head on his shoulder. Eventually Gerran dozes off a bit as well until you both hear the sound of a camera snapping a picture.
You hold a hand up to cover your eyes from the flash, realizing it’s Isa trying to sneak photos of you and Gerran together, you stand up trying to snatch her phone out of her hand, but she’s quick to hold it up in the air out of your reach.
“Hey— delete that! Give the phone to me. Isa, I swear…”
Isa unlocks her phone, still holding it out of your reach and opens her instagram, posting it to her public story.
“Oops! My finger slipped!” She holds both of her hands up as if she's innocent.
By the time you got to your third interview of the day with Gerran, the photo of you two on Isa’s story had already gone viral all over the internet with people shipping you together.
“So there was a story posted by your fellow co-star earlier that went viral. It seems like you and Gerran are pretty close off camera, is that true? And are you aware of all the fans shipping you together? ” The interviewer asks, you and Gerran share a quick glance towards each other before he answers.
“Yeah, um, we are pretty close considering the fact that we do live together off set. To answer that last question, we’ve definitely seen all the edits and fanart. It’s pretty cool, I’d say to see all of that, and we appreciate all the love from the fans.”
“Can fans expect to see a progression of you guys as a couple in the next season?Could we get a small spoiler possibly?”
“Without giving too much away, we are in the middle of preparing for a very interesting episode that will include a highly anticipated scene involving me and Gerran.”
“We’re working very hard to deliver a satisfying performance for the fans, but for now please continue supporting us and sending all your love.” Gerran adds .
The first day of interviews comes to a close and you end up falling asleep in the passenger seat of Gerran’s car on the way back to the apartment after getting a couple of drinks with the cast at a local bar.
“Hey,”Gerran strokes your cheek with his thumb.
“We’re home.”
When he realizes you’re knocked out cold, he gets out of his car and comes around to open your door, scooping you up into his arms. You murmur something inaudible when he picks you up and he stops for a moment. He realizes you’re talking in your sleep, so he continues down the pathway to the apartment.
He closes the door behind him using his foot, being careful not to wake you. He opens the door to your room and sets you down on your bed. He’s about to leave when you suddenly grab his wrist to stop him from leaving.
Gerran whispers your name and then says, “I have to go to my room now and wash up.”
“No… stay here…”
He says your name again, followed by, “I don’t think that's a good idea.”
“Kiss me again…”
“What?” Gerran sits down on the edge of your bed, leaning forward as if he heard you wrong.
You sit up still feeling drunk and disoriented and grab Gerran’s shirt pulling him closer to you. “Please… just… kiss me.”
Your lips brush against his as you speak. His breath hitches and he blinks rapidly. On top of that the scent of your perfume is maddening enough.
He panics, placing a hand on your chest to create some distance. “You’re drunk, time for you to go to bed.”
He forces you to lay back down and pulls the covers over you, leaving your room shortly after.
Filming ends early the very next day due to a variety of problems, mainly in the tech department. You and Gerran decide to continue practicing your scenes at home. So once again you’re both standing in his room discussing your lines. Both of you are under immense pressure to get this scene right and your crush on him that has been growing every second, it’s even harder for you to focus.
Because for him it’s just something that he has to do for work, however you can’t help but catch feelings.
“Since we got the first section done already, how about we move on to the next part?” Gerran looks up from his script.
You shrug. “Yeah, I’m cool with that.”
Fortunately, the intimacy coordinator gave you the garments to take home and some tips while on set today so you could still go over the scene at home.
“Theres no way this is what we have to wear, it looks so… odd.” You say holding up one of the garments.
“I second that, what is this supposed to cover?”
“Apparently nothing.”
“We could practice without them… if you want.”
“What?!”
“Oh gosh, that’s not what I meant! I meant like we could practice just with our normal undergarments.”
“Let's give it a go from the top of this part then.”
He pushes you down onto the bed and pulls his shirt off with both hands, tossing it across the room. You take a moment to admire his body while you lay flat on your back.The sight of him on top of you is almost too much to bear. He crawls on top of you and pins your arms above you using his left hand.
He leans in, placing kisses across your jawline and then down your neck. You can’t help but let out a real moan when he kisses a sensitive area on your neck. He smiles, still in character and stops to whisper seductively in your ear.
“Be a good girl and try to be quiet for me, okay?”
You nod frantically.
If only he knew how turned on you were right now. You want to know what he would do if he found out, what he would say, how he would react to finding out how wet you were getting by just kissing you all over.
He grabs your chin and turns it toward him. “Eyes on me.”
You don't hesitate to pull him right into a kiss. The kiss is everything but slow and gentle, you grab a fistful of his hair while kissing him more aggressively. This wasn’t even part of the script anymore, you just wanted an excuse to keep kissing him. With all the strength you have, you flip him over so now you’re on top straddling him.
You’re about to lean back in to kiss him when he stops you by placing a hand on your stomach.
“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“What? No, I’m… improvising! Do you not like it?”
A slow and sexy smile spreads across his face. “Never said I didn’t like it, it just caught me off guard.”
“Yuck! Get your mind out of the gutter!” You hit him playfully in the chest, pretending to be disgusted.
“How would you know if my mind’s in the gutter if yours isn’t there as well, darling?”
You roll your eyes. “Ugh! Whatever you’re still gross.”
You get off his bed and he sits up at the same time. You’re about to leave his room when he says, “Hey, can you pass me my shirt? It’s right there,” he points at the spot beside you.
You pick up his shirt slowly, balling it up in your hands. Then you turn to throw it at him, hitting him directly in the face. He laughs loudly, sliding his t-shirt off his face.
“Love you too!” He shouts sarcastically with a sly grin.
You end up taking an uber the next morning, arriving at filming without Gerran because you couldn’t bear to face him this early after what happened the other night. You needed time to relax before filming the dreaded scene you’ve been practicing with him.
It came to no surprise that the crew and the rest of the cast noticed you didn’t come with Gerran. Normally, you two are the chattier ones amongst the whole cast. Oftentimes they hear you and Gerran coming before they even see you. So when they saw you walking to your trailer alone and quieter than usual, it raised suspicion.
“Huh, that’s weird.” Patrick says, staring past Shawn and Noah directly at you.
“What is? Who are you looking at?” Noah turns around and spots you arriving alone, entering your trailer.
“Oh, that is weird…” Shawn adds.
Their suspicions are confirmed when Gerran comes up to them and asks, “Hey have you seen,” he says your name, followed by, “I’ve been looking for her.”
“You didn't come with her?” Patrick returns the question.
“No… why else would I be asking, prick?”
“Chill out, I saw her arrive a couple minutes ago. She’s in her trailer getting her hair and makeup done.”
“Did something happen that I need to know about?” Noah raises a brow.
“No… not really. She did seem really stressed about filming these past few days, but that's it.” Gerran replies.
He couldn’t bring himself to tell them about what happened the night prior. If he was being honest with himself, he would’ve let it go on longer, but he was afraid that he would ruin the friendship between you two. After you left he had to go to the shower and get himself off to the thought of you straddling him.
You manage to avoid him until you’re walking into the set and he catches up with you as you’re entering.
“Hey, are you okay? You left without me earlier.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you close.
You sigh. “I’m fine, just nervous about today.”
That’s when Gerran grabs both your shoulders and turns you toward him.
He cups your face and says, “you got this, love.”
God, you love it when he calls you that and his accent makes it sound even better. It makes you smile instantly.
“There’s that gorgeous little smile I love!” He gives your cheek a light tap.
“Hey, you’re going to ruin my makeup!”
“You look fine, now let’s get on set before the crew yells at us.” He places a hand on the small of your back to guide you through the set which sends tingles all throughout your spine.
The directors call your name and his to get in your places so they can begin rolling. Once you’re both positioned properly the camera man throws a thumbs up to signal that everything looks good on his end. The rest of the cast waits excitedly behind the camera.
“And… action!
You begin walking past the on-call room when Gerran's hand shoots out and pulls you in. The camera follows you in and Gerran locks the door behind him.
“What are you doing? You scared me!” You hit him with your fists.
Gerran places a kiss on your left cheek. “I wanted to see you…”
“Oh really now?” You tilt your head to the side, curiosity running through your mind.
“Yes.” His eyes flick down to your lips and then back to your eyes.
The rest of the cast is freaking out in silence watching you two through the screen. Isa is holding Shabana as they both fangirl on the inside.
Gerran pushes you up against the wall and you interrupt him before he can kiss you.
As soon as you and Gerran deliver your last lines, the room fills with claps and cheers from your fellow cast members and crew.
“You sure y’all were acting back there?” Patrick nudges you with his shoulder teasingly.
“Shut up!” You hit his shoulder.
Isa starts singing your name and then Gerrans,” sitting in a tree! K I S S I N G!”
“You’re so immature!” You rub your face in frustration.
“Oh please, you and Gerran have feelings for each other. You just can’t admit it!”
The car ride home with Gerran is eerily quiet. Neither of you want to say anything, let alone breathe too loudly. When he parks and turns off the engine, you hop out of the car without waiting for him.
“Hey— wait up!” Gerran catches your wrist as the apartment door shuts behind him.
You turn around, letting out a frustrated sigh. “What?”
“I should be the one asking you that. Why the hell have you been acting so weird today? First you leave without me this morning, try to avoid me until filming… and now this?”
You exhale through your nose while crossing your arms and looking away.
“Are you seriously going to not say anything?! Tell me what's wrong.” He pleads.
“You want to know what's wrong? It’s you!”
He steps closer. “You aren’t making any sense right now. How am I the problem? What did I do wrong?”
“Are you really that clueless?”
“What?”
“Oh God,” you drag a hand over your face. “I have feelings for you, okay? But it’s clear that whatever ‘real’ connection I thought we had together was just my stupid imangin—“
His mouth comes down on yours, fast and hard. You don’t bother to stop him because you’ve wanted this forever, so you kiss him back. Somewhere in the middle of you kissing and your shoes coming off, you’ve ended up in his room, lying on his bed with your head against the headboard.
He tears your shirt off and unclasps your bra with one hand, tossing it off the bed.
“Fuck… you’re beautiful.” He buries his face in your neck, kissing and sucking while his right hand massages your boob.
“Gerran…” You moan his name quietly.
“Does that feel good?”
You nod frantically.
“Use your words, love.”
“Yes.. it feels so… good.”
His fingers hook the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them down in one fast motion. He pauses. You have no underwear on at all. Have you been walking around with nothing underneath your pants all day?
He curses underneath his breath. “Fucking hell… no underwear? You’re going to be the death of me.”
He sinks his tongue into you without a second thought. Sucking. Licking. Simultaneously while he massages your boobs with his left hand. It’s almost too much for you to handle. Just when you think it's all too much, he shoves two fingers into your dripping wet hole. You gasp. He begins pumping his fingers in and out. Slowly. Teasingly.
“Gerran— please…”
“Please what, love? Come on, tell me what you need.”
“I— please… go faster.” He immediately picks up the pace, pumping his finger in and out rapidly.
You cover your mouth to try and suppress a moan. “Let me hear you, baby… I want to hear you moan for me.”
“I’m gonna… fuck—“ Suddenly, he slams his fingers right into you, curling them to hit your sweet spot. And that’s all you need to come toppling over.
Gerran brings his head back up and next to your ear to whisper, “you did so good, love.”
He collapses next to you and you take the opportunity to get on top of him. His eyes fill with curiosity. “What are you doing?”
You give him one of your ‘up to no good’ smiles and then, “you made me feel good, now it’s my turn.”
You wake up the next morning with a noticeable soreness between your thighs. You smile when you remember why that is. Trying your best not to wake him, you slowly lift his arm off your waist and shimmy your way out of bed. The cold morning air in the apartment hits you and that's when you realize you’re still completely naked. You do a quick scan for your clothes, but only see Gerran’s oversized shirt. Sighing, you pick it up and slip it over your head before making your way to the kitchen.
You get the coffee pot started and lean on the counter, responding to messages and checking social media while waiting for it to brew. That’s when you hear a low whistle come from behind you. You roll your eyes immediately and turn around to see Gerran, his hair a little messier than usual, and of course, wearing nothing but his loose boxer shorts.
“Pervert.”
“Hey, you’re the one who decided to wear my shirt with nothing underneath.”
“I couldn’t find my clothes, it was the first thing I saw.”
“About that…” He scratches the back of his neck. “I might’ve ripped your shirt off a little too hard.”
“Seriously?! That was a custom top from Chanel!”
He comes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I know, I’m sorry… I promise to be careful next time.”
“Who says there will be a next time?” You tease.
He smirks. “Oh trust me, there will be a next time.”
Your phone starts ringing and it’s Isa, so you pick up without a second thought.
“Hey, what’s up?” You bring the phone against your ear.
“Hey, where are you right now?”
Gerran starts kissing and sucking on your neck while listening in on your phone call. You slap his hand that's still around your waist, but he doesn’t budge.
“Um—” kiss. “At home, why?"
Gerran, out of nowhere, bites your neck and you let out a squeal. “Stop that! I’m on the phone with Isa.” You yell at him with a hushed voice
“The directors said— wait, is there someone with you right now?”
“No one, It’s… no one.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t start. Now what were you saying about the directors?”
“Okay, okay, Sorry. They said that they need us to come to set a little bit earlier today.”
“Did they say what time?”
“As soon as you can before the originally scheduled time. Me and Shabana are already here.”
“Okay, I’ll be there soon.” You place your phone down on the counter and turn around to face Gerran.
“What the hell! That was Isa on the phone. What if she heard?”
He chuckles. “Yeah because she would be able to tell it’s me based on my breathing.”
“Whatever, we need to get going. They need us there as soon as possible. Which means… no funny business mister!” You slap his hand away that was touching your butt.
“Aww man, come on, not even a quick round?”
“As much as I love you, I would love for us to keep our careers and that includes getting to set right now.”
You arrive to set with Gerran and as you're about to get out of the car he says, “wait.”
“Hm?”
“Are we gonna tell them?”
“Tell them what?”
“Tell them that we’re… you know.”
You lean back in your seat and sigh. “Shit. I don’t know, should we?”
“I mean I would like to be able to kiss and hug you freely, but if you’re not ready to go public, I can respect that.”
“You know what? I don’t mind telling them. Come on, let's get going before we’re late.”
The crew and the rest of the cast receive the news about you two dating really well. All of them are happy that you both realized and confessed your feelings to one another. Later on, the fans and press find out through an instagram post that you posted with Gerran. Congratulating you two and sending their best wishes.
content: not proofread, no use of y/n, fluff, whitaker calls reader baby.
summary: you try to bake a cake to surprise dennis for his birthday and fail miserably, but him being the sweetest boyfriend pretends it's the best cake he’s ever tasted.
a/n: this ones a short and sweet one. the idea came to me at 2:30am whilst being in a terrible writing block, enjoy!
The smell of the freshly baked cake filled the car as you made your way to the hospital to surprise Dennis. Your face was beaming with excitement as you entered through the waiting room. Lupe immediately spots you and waves you over.
“What do you have there my dear?”
“Okay don’t be too loud, but it’s Dennis’ birthday and I came to surprise him with a cake.” You say in a hushed voice.
“How sweet, you can just head back there. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you popping in quickly.”
You give her a smile and a wave bye before walking in. Dana spots you and her expression is a mix of shock and happiness.
“Oh sweetheart,” She pulls you into a hug. “What a sight for sore eyes you are! Are you alright?”
“Yes everything is fine Dana, don’t you worry.”
“Here to see Dennis I assume?” She smiles while pulling away from the hug.
“Actually yes, I brought him cake as a surprise for his birthday. Could you call him to the break room? I'll wait for him there. Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.”
She brings a hand to her chest and nods once. “Of course sweetheart.”
You make your way across from the nurses station into the break room, removing the plastic wrap covering the cake. Shortly after Dennis comes and as soon as he enters you pop the confetti popper you brought with you to surprise him.
“Surprise!!”
He’s startled by the noise for a moment, but once his eyes lock on you he rushes over and pulls you into a tight hug.
“Fuck… I’m so glad to see you baby.” He grabs your head, kissing your forehead.
You kiss him on the cheek. “What do you think of my cake?”
His eyes move to the decorated cake on the break room table.
“Beautiful baby, it looks delicious.”
“Come on! Taste it and let me know if it’s good.”
Just as he goes to cut himself a piece, Santos and Javadi come into the break room.
“Omg cake!!!” Javadi races over to the table.
“Cute cake!” Trinity chimes in.
“Thanks I made it myself! Help yourselves to a piece, I insist.”
The three of them all take a bite at the same time and you scan their faces for approval. Whitaker coughs into his fist, forcing himself to swallow the piece of burnt cake in his mouth. Javadi and Santos both gag but try to cover it up.
“How does it taste? Did I add too much sugar?”
“No baby! It's perfect. I love it.” He gives you a genuine smile.
“Was the charred taste a stylistic choice? Or…” Santos says under her breath while playing with the fork in her hand.
Javadi nudges her as a sign to stop.
“It was amazing, definitely not too much sugar.” Javadi pats you on the shoulder before leaving, shoving Santos out the door.
Dennis walks over to you and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you for the cake and for coming by, but I have to get back to work now. I’ll see you later at home, okay?”
“You’re welcome and I love you, take care of yourself love.”
best friend’s brother | frank langdon x fem reader
pairing: frank langdon x fem reader!
word count: 1.9k
content: not proofread, one time use of y/n, age gap (langdon!30, reader!26), best friend’s brother, height difference (not mentioned), kissing, possible medical inaccuracies, andd i think thats it tbh!
summary: you’ve been roommates with your best friend Aria since you both turned 18 and graduated high school. and she just so happens to also be the sister of your childhood crush. it’s been years since you’ve seen him and you swear your feelings have faded. until you see him again today, right before your first shift at the ptmc, and then again at karaoke night in the local bar.
a/n: i just made some bullshiiiittt !! no seriously i wrote this basically in one sitting. this ones straight from the docs, so enjoy if you decide to read :3
“Hey girl, I told my brother he could crash…” Aria pauses mid-sentence when she sees you fast asleep, sprawled out on your bed.
A soft smile spreads across her face before she leaves your room and disappears back into hers.
You slide out of bed, your blanket slipping off your shoulders as you stand up fully. You let out a loud yawn and rub your eyes while walking out of your room still half asleep.
Your hand is grabbing the door handle to the bathroom when the door flies open, causing you to fall forward into something hard. No, someone.
The hell?
“Woah there.” A man’s voice speaks, and you fly back, eyes so wide they might pop out.
“Shit, I didn’t know Aria invited a guy over.” You drag a hand down your face.
“A guy?— you don’t recognize me, do you?” He raises his brows in confusion.
That’s when you really get a good look at the man in front of you. Your right hand flies over your mouth; It’s him.
You look him up and down, taking note of his amazing physique. “Frank?!”
He leans against the door frame with his arms crossed. The towel around his waist was so low that any big movement would make it slip off.
“That would be correct,” he flashes you a smile.
God, his smile… and when did he gain all that muscle?
“Helloooo earth to Y/n,” Aria waves her hand in front of your face, and you snap out of your daze, straightening up immediately.
She raises a brow while putting away her jacket and bag in her locker.
“Sorry.” You scratch the back of your head, feeling embarrassed.
“What were you thinking about anyway?” She asks.
The picture of Frank shirtless in nothing but a towel comes to mind.
“Oh uh, it’s nothing just—“ You shake your head, “I forgot to bring an extra shirt.”
Aria gives a tight-lipped smile. “Okay… well we should get out there, it’s our first day.”
You attach your badge on and follow Aria out to join the circle of residents and med students by the charting station.
“Gather around everyone! Come closer, I don’t bite.” Robby motions with his hands.
Robby clasps his hands together. “Okay! So, we have some new faces today. Can I get the newbie’s to introduce themselves first?”
“Aria Langdon.”
All eyes fly over to Aria at the mention of her last name.
“Are you by chance related to Frank Langdon?” Robby questions.
She sighs. “Unfortunately.”
You snort at her answer.
And just like Aria summoned him, Frank comes rushing into the circle.
“Sorry I’m late! Oh hey sis.” Frank’s eyes move from Aria to you and he gives you a soft smile.
Your heart skips a beat.
“Second time this week Langdon, don’t let it happen a third time.” Robby gives him a stern warning and Frank nods in response.
“Okay you three,” he points to you, Santos and Javadi. “I will assign you three to Dr. Langdon. The rest of you can follow Dr. McKay over here.”
“Okay go on and try not to fuck anything up today, please.” Robby says before walking off.
“How motivational.” You roll your eyes and snicker, following closely behind Langdon.
“Oh yeah, super.” Santos says with a deadpan expression.
“Multiple GSW victims coming in hot!” Dana yells as she sets down the phone at the nurses station.
Your eyes fly to the sliding door as multiple victims come in one after the other.
“On my count we lift and transfer the patient! One, Two… Three!” Frank orders as you help lift the patient up.
“Checking for an exit wound!” You shout over the chaos.
“through-and-through!”
The next twenty minutes are a blur, machines beeping loudly and orders being shouted across the room at each other. Eventually, everything has calmed down and now it’s just you and Frank in the room cleaning up, checking up on the patient.
He’s about to leave, but before doing so he walks towards you placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning in, his lips brushing up against your ear.
“You handled yourself really well earlier. Good job angel.” He pats you on the shoulder before making his exit. Leaving you there entirely frazzled by the fact he just called you angel.
You feel heat creeping up to your cheeks. He used to call you that all the time when you were still kids. Yet hearing him call you angel again had nearly the same effect as it did when you were 10.
You’re on your way out of the room after finishing up with one of the gunshot victims and find Aria by the charting station.
You approach her and lean against the counter. “How has your morning been so far?”
“Hectic. I mean who knew one could get covered in every bodily fluid possible in the span of 10 minutes.”
You cringe. “Sounds like your morning has been rough.”
She scoffs, “Rough is an understatement, but how has yours been?”
“Not as bad as yours for sure. I just finished up with a gunshot victim.”
“How’s my brother? I know he can be a little much at times, especially at work.”
“Great actually, he told me I did a good job with my first patient.” You leave out the part where he called you angel to avoid any weirdness.
“Really?”
“Yeah… is that not normal?”
“Compliments…” she shrugs. “Not really his thing.”
“I guess he was feeling extra nice today then.”
You take a look around at the ER getting busier and decide to go look at the screen for another patient.
Javadi comes next to you. “Hey, have you seen Dr. Langdon?”
You turn to her. “No, why?”
“I have to ask him about a patient and I can’t find him for the life of me. It’s l— like he got swallowed by a hole in the ER.”
“I can try and find him for you, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.”
“Thank you so much.” She smiles.
You’re looking through the empty rooms when you spot the room at the very end of the hall and see that the curtains are closed around the bed.
You walk into the room and pull the curtain open to find a shirtless Frank.
Your hands fly to cover your eyes. “Shit! I’m so sorry…”
He lets out a breathy laugh, “We have got to stop meeting like this.”
“I’m not the one who’s shirtless here!” You drop your hands back to your sides.
“Hey in my defense, I needed to change my scrubs because they got dirty.” He reaches for his shirt on the bed and pulls it over his head.
“Anyways, Javadi has been looking for you so I told her I’d find you and now I have so I’m gonna—“ You turn to leave but Frank grabs your wrist.
“Are things going to be awkward between us? I need to know if they are, I can totally get you assigned to Mckay instead.”
“Zero awkwardness on my end, I promise.” You give him a tight-lipped smile and pull your arm out of his grip.
You’re on your way out with Aria when Santos catches up with you guys.
“Heyy, do you guys wanna go to the bar with me? It’s karaoke night!! Mel and Victoria already said yes.”
“I’m down.”Aria looks over at you waiting for your answer.
“If she’s down I am too!”
Luckily you brought a change of clothes just in case you were going out after work. You get changed in the hospital bathroom before heading to the bar with Aria.
“Love the top by the way, your boobs look great.” Aria gives you a double thumbs up as you both enter the bar.
You giggle at her comment and then spot Trinity and the other girls at a booth on the far end.
Mel waves excitedly and hugs you when you slide into the booth next to her.
“This is great! I’m sooo excited!” Mel releases you from her death grip after you tap her on the back.
A few drinks and shots of tequila in and you begin to feel slightly tipsy. Mel and Victoria are now on the mini stage singing their hearts out to ‘What the Hell by Avril Lavigne’ as the crowd sings along, some of them cheering loudly.
“Come on, let's get on the dance floor!” Aria shouts over the loud music as her and Trinity drag you to the dance floor in front of the stage.
You stumble a bit and giggle as they pull you into the dance floor. You’re dancing in front of the stage with the both of them until the song comes to an end and seconds later Trinity pulls you onto stage to sing with her.
The intro of ‘Best Friend’s Brother’ from Victorious starts playing and you scream at the song choice because it’s one of your all time favourites unironically. You and Trinity start singing at the top of your lungs. Then you turn back to the crowd and spot a familiar face, it’s Frank and he’s nodding along to the song while smiling ear to ear.
Frank admires you from the crowd taking in your extra flushed cheeks from one too many drinks and the way your skin shines underneath the overhead lighting on the mini stage. He’d never seen you look so free and beautiful before until now.
You point towards him in the crowd when the second chorus comes on, specifically on the lyrics ‘my best friend's brother is the one for me.” He laughs in response while shaking his head. The beat drops again and you start jumping with Trinity on stage, moving your hips to the song. You both hop off the stage and join the crowd singing until the very end.
Signaling to the girls that you need to use the washroom you make your way out of the crowd and stumble towards the bathroom hands each wall to hold yourself up. You almost trip and fall forward when a hand catches you by your upper arm, steadying you.
You turn around and almost fall backwards when you see who it is.
Frank chuckles. “Careful there,” he snakes a hand around your waist and pulls you in so your chest is against him.
“Langdon…”
“It’s Frank when we aren’t at work.”
He inches his face closer and your breath hitches.
“I- um I have to use the washroom, have a.. good night Langdon.”
You push open the bathroom door and you’re about to close the door when his hand comes between the small gap in the door stopping it from closing. It doesn't take much strength at all for him to push the door open and slip inside with you.
“What are you doing…?” Your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest as you take a step backwards.
“Don’t pretend like you weren’t flirting with me from the stage out there.”
“What? I wasn’t!” You argue. Your back hits the cold bathroom wall and Frank cages you in.
“You may be able to lie to Aria about that, but you can’t lie to me. Just admit it.”
“Admit what?” You rub your temples in frustration.
“Admit that you like me.” He says with no hesitation.
No you couldn’t give in that easily.
You sigh loudly. “Langdon, even if you were the last man on earth I still wouldn’t—“
He shuts you up immediately by pulling you into a deep kiss. You hit him on his chest to back off and he does.
All he does is smirk and says, “You were saying?”
You roll your eyes. “I hate you.”
“Keep telling yourself that angel, but I guarantee that when you go home tonight, that kiss is all you’re going to be able to think about for the rest of the week.”
you can’t write two halloween themed fics and not tell us all the costumes! i would love to hear what you think some of the characters would dress up as (maybe specifically mateo and victoria) 🤍🤍🤍
Now that you mention it, it honestly completely slipped my mind especially when I was writing my first halloween fic ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ ! I realized I only focused on the readers and Whitaker’s costume. For Victoria I could definitely picture her in a cute mouse costume. Think of a white corset, a grey mini skirt, and of course mouse ears. In my opinion that would look so adorable on her!! As for Mateo I would put him in a chef costume to match with Victoria cause yes I’m a big biggg mavadi fan and I’m proud to admit that. ANYWAYS enough of my rambling lol. If I write another halloween fic in the future I’ll keep this feedback in mind.
author’s note: if you loved ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ from me, you’ll love this one just as much! seeing how well that fic did made me want to write more halloween fics for the pitt. as always please like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed!
p.s: i’m sorry if this is too lengthy but i got carried away while writing this. let me know if you guys prefer the shorter fics.
word count: 3.5k
pairing: jack abbot x fem reader
content: not proofread, age gap, takes place during the month of oct/halloween, carnival/fair setting, carnival games+food, mentions of blood & injury, height difference (5’9 abbot! 5’3 reader!), girly! fem reader, mel is readers roommate, kissing/making out, abbot volunteering at the carnival/fair as a haunted house actor.
description: mel, despite being easily frightened, enjoys dressing up for halloween and going to the local fair/carnival. she decides to invite you and some of your mutual friends to go with her. you love halloween just as much as the next person, but the idea of people in terrifying costumes and masks jumping out and scaring you was not your idea of halloween fun.
“God that shift drained me.” You plop down on the couch next to Mel.
“Hey, no sitting on the couch with dirty scrubs,” Mel says, making you stand back up.
“They aren’t that dirty, Mel.”
“Doesn’t matter, go change into your pjs first.” Mel demanded while shaking her head in disagreement.
“Fine… I’ll be back in a second.” You sigh before disappearing into your room.
You and Mel have been best friends since med school days, so when the idea of living together came up there was little to no reason why it wouldn’t be a good idea. Mel was always a little more quiet than you, but she greatly enjoyed being around you. Even though you could be a little too loud and talkative, she loved it because she was more of a listener, which meant whenever she was with you, she could be her normal quiet self and you both wouldn’t have it any other way.
You strip out of your scrubs tossing them into your overflowing laundry basket that you’d promise to get done once you weren’t slammed with work. It’s been sitting there for 2 weeks and today was just not the day. You put your hair into a shower cap and hop into the shower to rinse off.
Once you finished washing off, you stepped back into your room and to your bed where your navy blue silk pjs were laid out. You quickly get changed and join Mel back on the couch.
Mel turns her head toward you. “See, it’s not so hard to clean up before sitting on the couch.”
You roll your eyes at her. “Whateverrr.” You kick your slippers off and sit crisscrossed on the couch facing Mel. You continue speaking, “Oh yeah, I meant to ask earlier, but what are the plans for Halloween?”
“Well, you know how our city has a Halloween fair and fright night coming up…” She pauses for a moment before speaking again. “I was thinking we could go to that?… only if you want to of course.” Mel fidgets with her fingers waiting for your response.
“I mean, you get scared easily… so are you sure you want to go to this?”
“Well, I love carnival food, and I saw a video of the funnel cakes they have there and I love funnel cakes. They’re really delicious and did you know funnel cakes—“
You hold up a hand to interrupt, “Okay, Okay, I get your point. I don’t need to know the origin of funnel cakes. If you want to go that badly, we’ll go.”
“Yayy!” Mel clasps her hands together, smiling brightly.
“Let’s go this Saturday since we’re both off.”
“Okay!” She jumps up from the couch excitedly.
“Okay, so I’m thinking we should dress up in costumes,” she suggests.
“Absolutely not.” You cross your arms.
Mel grabs your arm. “Come on! Please.” She pleads, “You don’t have to dress up as anything crazy. Just don’t let me dress up alone.”
You sigh in defeat, “Fine, but only because you’re asking.”
Mel jumps on you pulling you into a tight hug, so tight you can barely breathe.
You pat her on the back as you let out a strangled voice, “Mel… I can’t breathe…”
She pulls away quickly. “Oh! I’m so sorry!”
You let out a sigh of relief with a hand resting on your chest. “It’s okay… I’m fine now.”
Mel sits back down on the couch facing you. “So how was working night shift for a change?”
“Mm it was okay. I think it was just as bad as day shift, but slightly more relaxed with Abbot there.”
“I bet.” She chuckles and raises a hand to cover her smile.
You raise a brow at her. “What’s that supposed to mean??”
“We all know about your crush on Abbot.”
“Who’s we? And FYI, I do not have a crush on him.”
“Santos, Garcia, Whitaker…” She goes on listing basically all the day shift and some people from the night shift.
“How do so many people know about this?”
“It’s pretty obvious…” She scratches the back of her neck awkwardly.
“It is not, and me admitting he’s hot doesn’t mean I like him.”
“Uh huh… sure.”
“I don’t like him!”
“Are you trying to convince me or are you trying to convince yourself?”
“You are impossible, Mel.” You lean back against the couch with your hands covering your face.
“I’m just stating facts.”
“Sure he’s hot, but there’s no way me and him could ever be a thing.” You throw your hands up and shrug.
“Who says you can’t? You’re both adults, and you’re smoking hot as well.”
You let out a huff. “Please Mel, I doubt he’d find a woman in her twenties a suitable match for him.”
“You will never know if you don’t give it a shot.”
“This conversation is over.” You push yourself off the couch and walk over to the kitchen.
Mel follows behind. “Oh no it isn’t!”
“Well I want it to be.” You reply with your back still facing her as you grab two cups from the cupboard.
“Okay fine. We’ll move onto another topic. Can we go shopping tomorrow for our costumes.”
“Can’t. I have another night shift tomorrow.”
“Again? Is Robby making you?”
“Yeah, he is, and he told me Abbot enjoys me on his team. Might even make me permanently part of the night shift, only if I want to, of course.”
You pour hot water from the kettle into both mugs and throw in the tea bags. You open another cupboard and grab the honey out and ask Mel if she wants any in her sleepy time tea. She nods in response and mouths a quiet thank you.
“No problem, now drink up.” You slide one of the mugs towards her while taking a sip of your own.
“So how are we gonna shop for our Halloween costumes then?” She asks, bringing the mug to her mouth.
You shrug. “Guess we’ll have to do our shopping separately, but hey, maybe Trinity could come with you to the mall instead of me.”
“I guess so.” Mel looks down in disappointment.
“Come on Mel, it’ll be fun to surprise each other with our costumes.” You give her a gentle nudge with your fist.
“You’re right,“ She yawns. “I think I’m going to hit the hay now.”
“Alright then, goodnight!”
You rise out of bed slowly with one hand shielding your eyes from the rays of the sun coming through your window. It’s about midday at this point and Mel is long gone already since she works the day shift. You reach for your robe on the edge of your bed and slip it on before climbing out.
Before you know it, you’re walking through the automatic doors of the ER and heading for the lockers. Mel spots you while she’s in the middle of helping a patient and gives you a quick wave before turning her attention back to her patient.
You’re in the middle of putting your things away when Abbot comes in.
“Hey, how are you?” he asks.
“Doing just fine, and you?”
“Fine as well. Oh, and if you could… can you clock in right now and help day shift wrap up some cases?”
“Yeah sure, why not?”
“That’s my girl, I know I can always count on you.” He winks and pats you on the shoulder.
You feel the heat rising up to your cheeks. 'Did he just call you his girl?' No. Snap out of it. Confusion and concern fill his gaze as he keeps staring at you.
He finally asks, “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, everything’s peachy!”
Peachy?? Seriously, out of any other response you could’ve given him, you chose the worst possible one. It’s like every time you open your mouth to talk to him, suddenly you don’t know how to speak properly, it’s ridiculous.
The shift flew by. Thankfully, after that awkward moment with Abbot, you couldn’t wait to get out of this hell hole. You grab your stuff and head out the doors before anyone can make you stay longer. As soon as you enter the parking lot, you find Mel waiting for you, leaned up against her car.
You walk over to her and give her a big hug, taking in a deep inhale. “I’m so glad to see you.”
“Glad to see you too. How was your shift? Anything interesting happen?” She circles around to the driver’s side and gets into the car.
You open the passenger side and slip in. “Actually… yes.”
Both her eyebrows raised up. “Oh?”
“Well, it was nothing crazy, but I had a bit of an awkward moment with Abbot when I came in for my shift.”
“Do share with the class,” Mel says as she starts up the car and reverses out of the parking spot.
You go on a long rant before finally saying, “Long story short, he called me his girl and I turned bright fucking red right in front of him and when he asked if I was okay, instead of saying yes like any normal person would, I said Oh yeah, everything’s peachy!”
Mel chuckles. “Peachy?”
“Yes and the worst part is he stood there smiling at me the whole time, looking like he just came out of a magazine cover while I embarrassed myself!”
“Aww girl, it’s okay. I’m sure he found it funny…”
Before you knew it, Saturday evening had rolled around, and now you were getting ready with Mel and Trinity in your apartment. Mel sits on the edge of your bed with Trinity standing in between her legs doing her Halloween makeup.
“Mel, stop moving so much, I’m going to ruin your makeup!”
“I’m sorry but the makeup brush tickles!” Mel fights back a smile.
You look at them and smile before walking into your bathroom to change into your costume. You decided on being cat woman since the costume was just a long sleeved black jumpsuit and a corset, making it easy to put on compared to other costumes at the store. Bonus points because it would keep you warmer too.
You put on the black cat ears and do a little spin in the mirror to make sure everything looks good.
“Hey guys? I have my costume on now.” You call out from inside the bathroom.
“Ooh come out! Let us see!” Trinity shouts back.
You open the bathroom door slowly and step out. Mel and Trinity’s mouths drop open at the first glance of your costume. You bite your bottom lip waiting for them to say something.
“Is it too much? I could change if it is.”
“You look…” Mel pauses.
“Hot!” Trinity says
“You really think so?”
“Oh I know so! Who knew you had such a killer body under those scrubs!”
You laugh in response to her comment and then go to check your phone for the time.
“Hey, it’s 6:20pm. We should get a move on soon since the fair opens at 7:00pm.”
“Okay! My makeup is done, I just need to put on my costume.” Mel stands up from the bed and goes to change in your bathroom.
The parking lot starts to fill up quickly around you as the time gets closer to 7. Luckily, you all got there with enough time to get a good parking spot close to the entrance. You turn the engine off and step out of the car with Mel and Trinity.
That’s when you catch sight of the big crowd and the lineup at the entrance that are getting increasingly longer by the minute. The three of you hurry your way to the shortest line and get through within ten minutes of standing there.
“Ahhh! Fucking hell!” Trinity screams as one of the fright night workers dressed as jigsaw jumps out from the side and scares her shitless.
You and Mel both explode into laughter and Trinity gives you both a death stare. You stick a tongue out at her and blow a raspberry. The smell of all the sweet carnival foods fill your nose, your mouth watering just thinking about eating them all.
“Hey look funnel cakes!” You point out to the colourfully lit up booth to your left.
“Oh my gosh, yes I’m so hungry right now.” Mel’s face lights up instantly when she sees the funnel cakes.
“Me too. I haven’t eaten since my shift ended earlier,” Trinity chimes in.
After getting a bite to eat and one too many drinks, the three of you muster up the courage to try out the scariest haunted house on the carnival grounds.
You stand in line, hearing the muffled screams coming out from the haunted house. From the flickering lights outside and the broken glass windows, everything about the house felt like a warning sign. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cool October air runs down your spine as you inch closer and closer to the entrance.
The smell is the first thing you notice when you step foot inside. It reeked of rotten eggs and cigarette smoke, likely from the smoke machines surrounding and inside the house.
For the first five or so minutes of being inside, Mel and Trinity stick close by to you, but it only took one jump-scare to send them both running in different directions in the house. Now that you were alone you only realized now how dark it is in here. You take slow steps in attempt to not alert any of the actors, but it’s no use because the floorboards continue to creak beneath you.
You know you shouldn’t but you yell out for Mel and Trinity anyways.
“Mel? Trinity? This isn’t funny anymore, where did you guys—“
“Boo.” A raspy male voice whispers into your ear.
You let out a terrified scream and spin around. You throw a punch across the actor’s face. He stumbles back a bit and curses under his breath.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
You immediately regret what you did and start running through the pitch black house. You planned to give Mel and Trinity a mouthful once you got out for leaving you there alone.
This is really not the ideal situation to be wearing boots with a heel, because just as the exit comes in sight, you twist your ankle and fall like you’re the final girl in a horror movie.
Your knees slam into the hard ground, a shooting hot pain follows. Heavy footsteps follow behind you, it’s the same guy in the ghost face mask that you punched. You attempt to stand up, but you just fall right back down.
He crouches down and picks you up, carrying you bridal style
You kick your legs trying to get down. “Hey! I can walk— myself!”
The man looks down at you through his mask and lets out a low chuckle. The laugh sounds familiar, but no it can’t be. After two minutes, you finally make it to the exit and there Mel and Trinity are standing waiting for you.
They both rush over immediately and start asking you questions while the mystery man carries you to a random bench to sit you down.
“OMG! What happened?!”
“Is it broken?”
“I’m fine, I probably just sprained it. I should be good to work again tomorrow. Meet me at the entrance, okay?”
Mel and Trinity nod before leaving.
“Like hell you are.” The mystery man pulls off his mask and your jaw drops.
Your eyes go wide. “Abbot??!”
“We’re not at work, you know… you don’t have to call me that.” He rolls up the right leg of your jumpsuit and inspects your ankle carefully.
“Don’t try and change the subject, what are you doing here? As an actor for a haunted house of all things.”
“You’re pretty new to Pittsburgh, so I wouldn’t expect you to know, but I volunteer at fright night every year.”
“Why?”
“It’s fun.”
“Please. This is fun to you? Scaring people shitless and making them break their ankle?”
He looks up and flashes a smile. “Hey, the ankle part was all you. I mean who wears high heels to a carnival?!”
You cross your arms and roll your eyes. Looking down at him, you notice his hair sticking up a bit, so you reach out to smooth it down. His hair feels so incredibly soft that you almost want to ask him what he does to make it that way, but instead you just keep staring down at him while touching his hair.
Jack looks up at you and you pull your hand away. “Sorry, you just had some hairs sticking up.”
He clears his throat and gets up from his knees. “I’m taking you to the hospital, it’s hard to tell how bad it is, and I want to make sure you’ll be okay.”
“I’ll be fine, I don’t need—“ He scoops you up again and starts walking to the entrance of the grounds to get out.
Jack opens the passenger side door with one hand, placing you inside and shutting the door. Fuck, even his car smells like him. It smells woody and musky in the best way possible.
The PTMC was only a ten-minute drive away from the grounds, so you didn’t have to suffer in silence for too long. Jack pulls into a spot and hops out of the car. He immediately goes and opens your door to grab you out of the car again.
He walks through the automatic doors of the ER and several eyes land on both of you.
“Hey Ellis, is there a free room?” Jack asks her as she was passing by.
“Oh uh… South 20 is open.”
Jack walks into the room and shuts the door behind him with his left foot and places you carefully on the hospital bed.
“Thanks Jack, you really didn’t have to bring me here.” You give him a tired smile and lean your head back, your eyes following him while he moves about.
“What was I supposed to do? Leave you there?”
“No, but I did come with friends. I could’ve let them drive me here…”
“You tripped because you were running from me, so I feel that I’m somewhat responsible.”
He leaves for a moment and comes back with an extra pillow to elevate your ankle. He puts in an order for your x-ray results to be rushed. He’s about to stand up and leave again, but you catch his wrist.
“Hey. What about your face? Your lip is bleeding.” You pull him closer to you and grab his face to examine it.
He smirks. “I… I’m fine. I guess I should’ve known sneaking up on someone in the dark could earn me a busted lip.”
You lick your thumb and use it to wipe away the blood on the corner of his mouth.
He freezes for a moment. “What are you doing?”
“You had a bug on your face,” you reply in a monotone voice.
“Really?—“ He touches his face and looks down at your hand before making the realization. “Oh, you’re just pulling my leg.”
“Just a little. Wouldn’t want to pull your leg off.” You let out a breathy laugh.
“Oh? So we’re in the mood for jokes now?” He sits back down and leans forward.
“Sorry doctor.” You bring a hand to your chest and give him a fake apologetic look.
The door creaks open, and it’s Princess holding a clipboard. “Am I interrupting…?”
You and Jack pull away from each other. Out of everyone that had to come in with results, it had to be one of the PTMC’s biggest gossiper’s.
“No not at all,” Jack sighs, standing up and walking over to grab the clipboard from Princess.
“I’ll um… go now,” Princess hurriedly walks out.
You sit up waiting for the answer. “So? Is it broken?”
“No, but it is a grade II sprain. Best to stay off of it for three to six weeks,” he says, looking up from the clipboard.
“You know I can’t do that. I have no one to cover for me!”
He presses his lips into a thin line and sits on your bed. “I’ll cover for you.”
“I can’t let you do that.” You argue.
“But I’m going to anyway.” He argues back while bringing his face a little too close to yours.
“I appreciate the help and concern, but I know what I can handle.”
“When it comes to you, everything concerns me.” He moves his face just a little closer so both of your noses touch.
“And I’m telling you that there’s no reason for you to be con—“
One second, your noses are touching and the next he’s grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss. Gosh, he tastes like heaven. He pulls away with fear in his eyes like he did something he shouldn’t have done. He examines your face for any sign he should stop, but there isn’t any.
Confusion spreads across your face.
“Why’d you stop?”
“We can’t.”
“But we both want this.”
He nods in response.
“Then I don’t see why we can’t.”
Before he can protest any more, you pull him back in. This time kissing him more aggressively. He hesitates for a moment but then gives in, kissing you back.
Safe to say this moment continued to linger in your mind long after and not for a moment did you regret it.
