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she/her my music taste is better than yours angst girl 18+

[prettypiscesgal]

My Playlist🎧:

Jack Abbot:

Let down - Radiohead

Coming up Roses - Harry Styles (pt 2 of Let Down)

I Caught Myself - Paramore

Figures - Jessie Reyez

Baile Inolvidable - Bad Bunny (pt 2 of Figures)

Pope Cody:

Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems - Lana Del Rey

Titus Danforth:

Sandcastles - Beyoncé

Steve Harrington:

Love language - SZA

Sativa - Jhene aiko

Eddie munson:

Touch tank - Quinnie

Miracle man - Ozzy Osborne

Are We Still Friends? - Tyler the creator (two parts)

Robin Buckley:

Woman in Love - Barbara Streisand

Peter Parker:

These days - The Wallows

Din Djarin:

Ain’t no mountain high enough - Tammi Terrell and Marvin Gaye

[prettypiscesgal]

Sandcastles

Summary: In the heat of the moment, Titus accepts Grace’s marriage proposal. He finds himself regretting it immediately.

Warnings: Angstttt (ofc)

Listen while reading: Sandcastles - Beyoncé

“Fuck it, I accept your proposal.”

The room was tense hearing the words, everyone’s jaw dropping in shock. Out of all the outcomes, nobody had even thought this was how the game would end.

Nobody questions or argues, silently preparing for the wedding in fear of what was to come next with Titus on the high seat.

But that wasn’t the only thing people feared.

Titus hands trembled as he reached the room Grace and Ursula were currently talking in. He didn’t know why. Titus never feared anything, so why was his body reacting this way? He overheard Ursula’s scheme to try to take control of him, rage taking over the trepidation.

With his hands around her neck, her gasping for air, he was so close to feeling relief. So close to finally having all the control. Ursula was the last thing standing in his way, after this he would be free of any tremors or fear. He would have everything he had ever wanted.

But when she lie lifeless on the ground, he still had that jitter in his hands. He tried to brush it off as adrenaline, but the pit deep in his stomach was trying to tell him differently.

And when he saw the way Grace looked at him. She was fearful, which is something he wanted from her, so she knew who was in control.

But that wasn’t how his wife was suppose to look at him.

And he would know, considering he already has one.

“Titus!”

Now, Titus had found the cause of this underlying feeling. This feeling he was doing something terribly wrong.

And when he looked in your eyes, there wasn’t that same fear. Even as you took in the scene of Ursula dead on the floor. No, the only thing he found in your eyes was heartbreak. Because you were never scared of him, you were only scared of losing him.

“Baby..”

“No.” You cut him off. You looked terrible, eyes puffy from crying, your bottom lip red and bruised from biting down on it until it bled, and your body slumped in exhaustion like you had tired yourself out from crying.

Your eyes found Grace, you lip trembling as you bit it again to hide your hurt. She looked beautiful, dressed in a gorgeous black gown, almost identical to the one you wore on your wedding day. More tears came rushing out no matter how hard you fought them.

Grace’s expression was pure confusion.

“Who are you?”

You turned to Titus then, the sadness in your eyes replaced with a sharp anger as you glared at him.

“I’m his fucking wife.”

“Honey, you have to hear me out-”

“Hear you out!? Yes, I’ll sit here patiently while you explain why you’re fucking leaving me!”

You had such a vulgar tongue, something he loved about you, even now as he was on the wrong end of it.

“I’m not leaving you, I never planned to leave you.” Titus steps forward, stopping when you tense up like a cornered animal.

It was true, though. Yes, he planned to marry Grace for the high seat, but he was never going to touch her. Never going to love her. That was all reserved for you, whether you were his wife or not.

He didn’t think it through, didn’t think about what it looked like to you.

“Don’t come any closer.” You spat out and Titus feels his whole world stop.

You looked at him like he was a stranger.

You looked at him like Grace did.

“Baby, baby please.” He takes another step, his hands trembling again and he hates it. He hates how only you could do this. But he reaches his shaky hands up to cup your face, ignoring the way you flinch slightly at his touch. “Don’t look at me like that..”

“Like what, Titus? Like you’re the man who betrayed me?” You stare in his eyes, letting him take in all the rage and sorrow in your gaze.

“I still love you, I still need you. But I have to do this.” Titus holds your face in his hands, using his thumbs to rub the tears from your cheeks.

“And what? I’m supposed to just stay and be the other woman?”

“You’ll be my woman.”

“But I won’t be your wife.”

Deep down Titus knew this would happen, the moment he accepted the proposal. He thought he could make you understand that he had no other choice. He needed the high seat to prove his father wrong, to prove his sister wrong, to prove he could be the one in control.

And he didn’t realize that there was another choice.

He could’ve chose you.

He cried as you walked away, falling to his knees as small whimpers left him. In the glorious haze of winning the high seat, he didn’t realize there was something he cared about more.

What had he done?

———

“Titus, stop!” You squealed as he lifted you with a strong grip on your waist throwing you onto the bed, your bright laugh filling the room.

He began climbing on top of you with that animalistic look in his eyes and that mischievous smirk on his face.

“No, Ti, you haven’t shower-eee!” You’re cut off with another startled squeal mixed with a sharp cackle when he buries his face into your neck, which he knew was the most ticklish spot on your body, “Off, you beast!”

“No, my beauty, I’ve been killing ugly men all day. I need to spend some time with my beautiful woman. I can’t wait another second.” He growls the last sentence, digging his face back into your neck and smiling against it when you burst out in another fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“You’re so stinky.” You try pushing at his chest, but even you know it’s no use, when Titus wants you, nothing will stop him.

Just like nobody could stop him from wedding you, even though you were from the outside world, completely unaware of the Le Bail world. Ursula and his father tried everything to stop him, believing you weren’t fit for this, you would run the other way in fear and attempt to expose their family.

He didn’t listen.

Because you looked at him like he could do no wrong.

And now you looked at him like a monster.

A monster that destroys everything.

Because that’s what he did, that’s what he is. The monster that destroyed everything you two had built. He had crushed it so easily, like the tide takes out the sandcastles. He had unknowingly washed away everything he had because he wanted more.

Just like the tide, he wanted to rise and rise.

And he did, he won the game, he won the high seat.

But he lost you to his own current.

———

Your knife was glistening, the tears in your eyes had beaded onto the cool metal as you scratched and scratched and scratched. Every photo of him. Every love letter signed with his name. Every trace of him was scratched from your physical life.

But it didn’t erase him from your mind.

Why did he deserve this? Why did he deserve to have this power over you? It wasn’t fair. He had hurt you, yet all you could think about was running back into his arms. You promised yourself you would never stay with a man who would do this to you.

So you kept scratching, scratching and scratching until you ripped a hole in the picture, accidentally cutting your fingers.

“Fuck!” You screamed, throwing the knife in frustration.

You looked down to your bloody hand, your wedding ring shown bright and obnoxious against the red of your fingers. You let your thumb rub across it, an unwilling smile forming on your face.

“You can trust me, Ti. I would never judge you, you know that, right?” Your hand rested on his cheek, forcing him to look at your unwavering expression.

You both lay naked in bed. Well, except for Titus, who was wearing his shirt. The shirt that he refused to take off. And you desperately wanted to know why. You had been together for years and you had never pushed him about the odd habit, but after him telling you the horrific truth of his family and you hadn’t ran, you wanted to know why this was the one thing he kept from you.

You saw the shame swirling in his eyes and you comforted him with a loving smile, “I love you, shirt or no shirt, okay?”

A shaky sigh left his lip before he murmured, “I don’t want you to see what’s under, ever. I can’t even look at it myself.”

Confusion swirled in your head, did he have body dysmorphia? Because even without seeing what’s underneath, you knew he was a sculpted man, you could feel it through his shirt anytime you touched him. And even if he wasn’t, why would he think you cared about extra weight or lack of weight. You loved him for him and he had to understand that now.

“I’m never going to ask you to take it off, baby. But you have to know by now, I don’t care if you had an ass growing out of your belly, I would still worship you the same.”

He laughed loudly at that, the sound making relief flood you now that his sorrowful demeanor had lightened just enough. “Ass out of my belly?”

“I don’t know what weird shit Mr Le Bail does?” You laugh along and he laughs even harder.

He sighs happily, pulling you tighter against him and his demeanor slightly shifts before he speaks, “I have scars.”

“Scars?” Worry floods you immediately, trying to hide it in your tone, but he notices it and instantly is embarrassed.

“I-I..” He’s flustered, trying to get his next words out despite everything in him fighting against it, “My dad.. I was a bad kid growing up, so he did what he had to-”

“No, Titus.” You cut him off instantly, causing his eyes to widen at the sharp tone in your voice, “I don’t care what you did, he should be dead for laying a hand on you like that.”

He smiles, grabbing your chin and pulling you to his lips. You’re startled at first, but instantly melt into his passionate kiss, moaning into his mouth when he roughly grabs you ass and groans.

He pulls away to rest his forehead on yours, “Marry me?”

You laugh, shaking your head at him and leaning in to kiss him again, but he pulls away before you could reach his lips. “Wha-”

“I’m not joking, baby.”

Your eyebrows furrow at his tone and your jaw drops in shock when he pulls away just enough to lean over and pull something from his bedside drawer. A black velvet box. “Ti, tell me you’re fucking with me.”

“I want you to be mine. Forever. And I promise you, if you marry me, I’ll never hurt you. I’ll show you all my scars. I-I don’t know when, but I will, baby. I’ll open myself to you completely and forever.”

You cry at his words, not trusting your voice you simply hold out your hand. You watch as he slides the unnecessarily large and expensive diamond on your finger, bring your hand up to his mouth to place a soft kiss on it.

He promised to show you his scars.

He promised to never hurt you.

Well, every promise doesn’t work out that way.

The door to your room slowly creaks open, but you don’t make any effort to move, you don’t make the effort to take your eyes off the ring. You wanted to stay in this world a little longer, the world where promises mean something. The world where your heart wasn’t destroying you.

“Baby..” Titus’ voice is soft when he speaks, he sounds terrified. You don’t react, keeping your eyes on the jewelry.

“Where’s your wife?” You snark, feeling sick to your stomach after you speak it.

“I’m looking right at her.” He replies, the tremble in his voice making you feel a pity you shouldn’t right now.

“I’m not her. Not anymore.” You slide the ring off your finger as you say it, placing it onto the scratched out photo of him and you at your wedding. You’re staring loving at each other, but now it was just a photo of you smiling brightly up at a ripped up hole.

“I gave up the seat.” Those words shock you, causing you to finally look up at Titus.

And what you see causes your heart to stop and your breath to catch.

He’s shirtless.

Laid out bare in front of you. His fingers were twitching at his sides and he couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes. His whole body trembled under your gaze and you see the tears glistening in his eyes.

He looked so afraid.

“Titus..” You breathe out, shaking your head as more tears filled your eyes while you took him in.

He was covered in harsh purple and pink scar tissue. Some looked like lashings from a belt, while some looked like his skin was sliced open with a knife. A shaky breath left you as you brought your hand to cover your mouth.

“You have all me. Nobody else. I don’t care about having the world, I want to have you.”

You stood up on shaky knees, crossing the room towards him. Every step you took caused him to cower into himself, like he could somehow hide his body. Once you reached him, you slowly placed your hands on his chest, causing him to flinch. He hadn’t ever felt the feeling of someone touching his bare skin.

“Hey, hey..” You softly coo, causing some of his tension to release. He still hasn’t looked at you, scared eyes darting around the room. “It’s okay, Titus.”

“It’s not okay. I broke my promise. I broke you.”

You grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look at you finally. He let out a shaky exhale when he finally saw your eyes.

Because what he thought would be fear or disgust at the sight of his body.

All that he found in them was love.

Love he thought he’d never see again.

“I broke my promise, too.” You whispered, and you answered his look of confusion, “I promised I wouldn’t stay.”

His lips parted in shock, eyes flickering between yours, waiting for the confirmation of what he thinks that means. “Stay?”

“You showed me your scars, Titus. I’ll never leave now.”

He broke out into a sob, pulling you into him.

Every promise you two had made didn’t work out.

Because you two didn’t need promises.

You needed to be open, laid out bare for each other.

No secrets.

No fear.

Just love.

Pure and fucked up love.

[prettypiscesgal]

Baile Inolvidable (Unforgettable Dance)

Part 1

Summary: You tried and tried to forget Jack, but how could you forget the man who taught you how to love?

Warnings: Angst

Listen while Reading: BAILE INoLVIDABLE - Bad Bunny

It had been months since you and Jack’s fight on the roof. You had tried to push him away, make it clear to him that you were done with this. All you wanted was to try to forget him, erase him.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

Every morning you woke up to coffee at your door, every night you came home to a bouquet of flowers and a card with a new message every day. Sometimes it was just a ‘goodnight, beautiful’ or ‘I still miss you.’

Sometimes it would just be a simple ‘I’m sorry.’

Each bouquet ended up wilting away in your trash.

This would’ve been your dream a couple months ago, now it feels like a nightmare you can’t escape. Trying to forget about the man who taught you how to love when you thought you never could, while he makes it impossible to ever forget him.

All you could think about all the time was how he’d only noticed you when you were leaving him.

You couldn’t sleep, you barely ate.

You moved back to day shift to escape him, but that just made him show up early and stay late for his shifts just to see you. He would try to approach you to talk, but you would run the other way. You couldn’t even bare to look at him without feeling a throbbing in your chest.

It finally reached the breaking point when he cornered you in the locker room.

“Jack, don’t-”

“Please, baby, just give me 30 seconds.” Jack pleaded, crossing the room to you, pausing when you tense up and avoid eye contact.

“Don’t call me that.” You murmur, trying to ignore how much you actually missed him calling you that.

His shoulders fall at your words, whole body slumping in defeat, “You’re all I can think about. I will spend the rest of my life thinking about how I treated you-”

“Good.” You reply harshly, meeting his gaze.

You try to ignore the pang in your chest at his heartbroken expression, “All I want is you. Please, give me a chance to prove I can treat you right.”

“I gave you that chance.” You respond, pushing past him and out the doors, hearing his footsteps following close behind.

You storm over to Trinity who’s charting at her desk, knowing Jack is close behind you speak, “Let’s go out tonight, I need to get laid.”

Jack’s breath catches in his throat.

Trinity’s eyes go wide before a big smile appears on her face, “Fucking finally!”

You smile back, your smile faltering when you hear Jack’s footsteps leaving behind you. Your plan had worked, but why does your chest still feel so tight?

———

“Wow, you look unbelievable.” Trinity’s jaw is on the floor when you step out of her bathroom in the short dress she let you borrow.

“I feel fucking stupid.”

“Oh, give me a break. All you wear is scrubs and pajamas, show off that body.” Trinity says, grabbing your hand and making you do a spin while you laugh at her antics.

“I leave my house, Trin.” You say and she gives you a pointed look, “Sometimes..”

“Well, couch potato, we’re gonna have the time of our lives tonight.”

The club is loud and the floors are sticky when you enter. Your stomach is a little warm from the shot Trinity made you take before you guys left. She pulls you through the crowd and towards the bar, ordering another round of shots.

You were never really a party girl, everytime you had tried it ended with you standing in the corner while all your friends found some random creeps to dance with, forgetting all about ‘girls night.’ You’re hopeful for tonight, though, knowing Trin is the exact opposite of all those people you called ‘friends.’

“Alright, to a night we will definitely forget.” Trinity says, holding up her shot to cheers yours.

“Cheers to that.” You reply before you both are downing your shots and grimacing.

The night goes on with you and Trinity going back and forth from the dance floor to the bar. You let yourself finally, finally, forget about Jack for those couple hours. Dancing and laughing with Trinity as you made a fool of yourselves on the dance floor, but you were both too drunk and happy to care.

You somehow find yourselves in the bathroom, even though you had protested to Trin not to break the seal. Holding her hands while she squats over the toilet seat, you can’t help but think how glad you are to have a friend like her.

You don’t think you could get through this heartbreak without her.

After she finally zips up her pants, she turns to you with a mischievous look. You sigh, “What is it..”

She opens her purse and pulls out a bag of gummies, shaking them in your face, “I think it’s time to take it up a notch.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“You love it.” She smiles brightly, handing you one while she pops one in her own mouth. You shake your head before copying her movements, deciding it’s time you really let yourself let loose and for once forget about everything else and just enjoy your night.

30 minutes later, you’re on the dance floor feeling the full effects of the gummy. You’re dancing on Trinity, her hands holding your waist while you throw your head back on her shoulder, closing your eyes and feeling the music deep in your bones.

You’re interrupted by Trinity speaking in your ear, “I need to pee again.”

You dramatically sigh, turning to face her, “Alright let’s go.”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll be back in two seconds you keep dancing.” She says, running away before you can even respond.

You shrug and go back to dancing, closing your eyes and swaying your hips to the music once again. That’s when you feel a presence behind you, not touching, but lingering.

You turn to find a very tall and handsome man staring down at you. He has a flirty smile on his lips and you mirror it, feeling a blush run to your cheeks at the sudden attention.

He leans down to your ear, lightly placing a hand on your hip, “Can I dance with you, pretty girl?”

The warmth of the hand on your hip has you reeling, thoughts suddenly swarming your mind. Ones you’ve been trying to push away.

“I missed you, pretty girl.” Jack sneaks up behind you as you’re washing your face in his bathroom sink, placing his hands lightly on your hips and squeezing.

“You’ve seen me all day, Jack.” You scoff, drying your face and listening to your music playing softly in the background, letting yourself melt into Jack and decompress.

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to touch you, barely got to talk to you.” He gives you small kisses on your neck, which has you shivering and blushing. “Dance with me?”

“Sorry?” You reply, looking at his gaze through the mirror and watching a fond smile form on his face. He used his hands on your hips to spin you around a face him, your face now inches from his.

He doesn’t speak, just grabs your hands and places them on his shoulders. He pulls you flush against him and begins swaying to the soft music.

“I wanna dance with my pretty girl.”

You try to ignore the way he says it. Try to remember that this doesn’t mean the same thing to him as it does to you. But your brain can’t stop moving a mile a minute, replaying his words.

My pretty girl.

My, my, my.

You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating steadily with the music. Closing your eyes, you imagine dancing with him like this forever. On dates, at parties, at your wedding..

You let yourself play pretend while the song plays.

When it ends, you snap back to reality.

“Hey, you okay?” You blink a couple times, registering that you’ve just frozen at the question this man had asked, standing there like an idiot.

“I-I.. I have to go..” You murmur, your heart is suddenly racing way too fast and the bass of the music feels like it’s bursting your eardrums. You feel hot everywhere and you realize you need to get out immediately.

You start pushing through people, trying to ignore the dread taking over your body as you try to find a way out.

When you finally push the exit open, letting the cool air hit your burning skin, it doesn’t help the overwhelming feeling you’re trying to escape. You slump yourself against the wall, holding your chest as tears stream down your face uncontrollably. You try to control your breathing, but you feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate.

You’ll never be able to erase him.

This is your life, now. You could try to move on, but it was never going to work. That realization terrifies you.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Trinity suddenly appears next to you, crouching down and rubbing your back soothingly.

“I-I..” You take a big gasp, trying to breathe normally but failing, “I’m n-never going to escape this, Trin. T-This feeling it.. I can’t, it’s never going a-way.”

“Breathe.. c’mon, copy me.” You watch her chest as she takes a big inhale and you follow her movements, exhaling shakily. “You’re okay, it’s going to pass. Fuck, I should’ve never given you that gummy.” She says the last part more to herself, but you shake your head immediately.

“It’s- It’s not that.” You feel more tears fall. Sure, your feelings may be heightened because of the substances you took, but these were feeling you’ve been trying to escape and ignore long before. “I’m never going to be happy..”

“What are you talking about, babe? You’re okay, everything’s okay.” You commend Trin for how she is trying to comfort you, but she just doesn’t understand.

“It’s n-not o-kay.” You stutter out, “All I can think about is him, h-he taught me how to dance, Trin. H-he.. he taught m-me how to love, and.. and I’ve never loved anyone.”

“Who did?” Trinity continues rubbing circles on your back.

You feel bile in your throat when you try to form the name. That bile decides to come up and you turn to the side of you, throwing up while Trinity moves quickly to grab your hair from your face. You cry as you throw up, coughing and trying to even out your breathing again.

“It’s okay, babe, I got you.” Trinity’s voice is soothing, trying her best to comfort you, but she’s not who you need.

“Call Jack.” You murmur and you feel Trinity freeze.

“What?”

“I need Jack, please.”

———

Your eyes are closed as you lean against the wall, trying to will the nausea away. You’d calmed down somewhat after throwing up, the effects of the drinks and gummy wearing off, but you still felt terrible physically and emotionally.

“I don’t know, she asked me to call you..” You hear Trinity’s voice from afar, but you’re took weak to open your eyes.

“I ordered you an uber, text me when you get home and I’ll take care of her. Be safe.”

“Alright then.” Trinity replies before you hear a car door slam and then heavy footsteps approaching you.

“Oh, baby..” Your heart physically squeezes at the sound of his voice, right next to you now. You open your eyes to find him squatting in front of you with worry in his eyes.

“Jack..” You breathe out, relief filling you for a split second before reality cuts in. Your lip starts to wobble when you remember that this wasn’t your Jack, this was the Jack that hurt you.

“No, no, no. Please don’t cry, baby.” He reaches for you, hesitating for just a second before placing his hands on your knees, which were curled up towards your chest. “I’m gonna take you home, okay?”

“I wish you didn’t hurt me.”

The words seem to make the world stop. At least for Jack. Because every time he sees you cry, knowing it’s because of him, a piece of his heart breaks.

Because what you don’t see is that your wishes to hurt him as much as he hurt you has succeeded.

Because every night he goes home and hurts himself.

He starves himself when he sees you cry.

He drinks himself to the point of throwing up when you’re mad at him.

And sometimes he’ll watch you when you try to go out on dates to get over him, and when you laugh hard at your date’s joke, he considers the gun he has locked away in his safe at home.

Because why should he live knowing he hurt you.

“I wish I didn’t either. Everyday. I wish I had appreciated you when I had you. Because I think you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved since my wife. You taught me how to love again, and I’m sorry I ruined it all.”

Tears stream down your face at his words, “You love me?”

Jack looks up at you like you just asked if the sky was blue, “I think that’s the only thing I know how to do.”

And it was true.

Nowadays, all Jack could think or feel was you, you, you.

“I’ve tried so hard to forget you, Jack. I slept with other people..”

He inhales sharply, he knew it, but hearing it aloud still hurt him.

“But I don’t want to wake up with them. I want to wake up to you.”

Jack’s lips part in shock, there were tears in his eyes. Hope began blooming in his chest, the same hope that had been sitting and waiting for all these months. Waiting for the day he thought would never come, the day you gave him a chance that he knew he didn’t deserve. “Really?”

“Really.” You smile, because for once, that feeling that always lurked in the back of your head and the bottom of your heart. That feeling telling you this was going to end badly, this was going to hurt you.

That feeling wasn’t there.

All you felt was love.

All you felt was Jack.

And a couple years later, when your birthday rolled around, you woke up to Jack holding a ring and your favorite flowers.

And you knew why you couldn’t erase him.

He was written to be with you.

Solo con usted.

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[prettypiscesgal]

Figures

Part 2

Summary: You had a feeling this casual relationship with Jack was going to end badly. Figures, you were right.

Warnings: Lots of angst

Listen while reading: Figures - Jessie Reyez

All your life you’d been alone.

Not in an inherently sad way. At least not at first. You were independent, since you were young. Not that you had the choice back then, but now it was more of an active decision you’d made. You were never quick to trust or open up.

Until you met Jack Abbot.

There had been so many men before him, all of which you’d shut out. You couldn’t place what it was about Jack. Every time he was around you were smiling like an idiot and you felt a warm feeling in your stomach rather than the pit of dread usually associated with men.

It was casual, though. An agreement you both had made. Although, each time you were together it seemed the lines blurred. Neither of you mentioned it, but you both notice each time.

You never did relationships, all your life it felt easier to keep people at a distance. The closer you got to them, the more you felt trapped and suffocated. That’s why you had been the first to tell Jack you wanted casual. Because you liked him and you wanted to take it slow in hopes you could hold on to him for as long as possible before your heart began to pull away.

Except it didn’t pull away.

You were falling in love with him, something you had never felt before.

It was so scary to think about, especially on your nights alone. You knew how much he affected you and you had never been this vulnerable, always pushing away before you could get to that point. But it had snuck up on you, and you spent sleepless nights with the constant fear of the inevitable.

He was going to hurt you.

And you were so in love, you knew it would probably destroy you.

But the nights you were with him, those thoughts fluttered away. This was everything you tried to avoid all your life, but you couldn’t stop yourself from chasing the warmth of him.

“What are you thinking so hard about, baby?” Jack’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, you look up from your spot on his bed to see him standing at the doorway of the bathroom. He was wearing a towel low on his hips, freshly showered and looking as delicious as ever.

“Well now I’m thinking about what’s under that towel..” You try to deflect his question with flirting, but he gives you a stern look. “M’just thinking about a patient from earlier.”

He nodded at that, turning back into the bathroom while asking over his shoulder, “You staying today or going back to yours?”

The question was innocent, but you felt a pit in your stomach when he asked. Were you being too needy, staying here all day and then seeing him all night at work? Maybe he needed a break.

“Going home, getting sick of your face.”

You hear him scoff a laugh in the bathroom before he reappears, smirking at you with mischief in his eyes, “I know something you’re not sick of yet.”

“Alright, I’m leaving.” You deadpan and he laughs again, this time louder and you try to ignore the flutter in your stomach at the sound of it.

You try to walk past him to grab your stuff and pack up, but instead you feel his arm around your waist and he’s pulling your back into his chest, burying his face in your neck.

Never had you had this, the cute romantic moments that felt so light but so intimate at the same time. But you can’t shake the feeling of it being taken away.

“Want me to drive you home?”

“It’s fine, I-”

“Mm, you actually have no choice.” He cuts you off, placing soft kisses on your neck.

“Jack-” You’re cut off by the sound of a phone ringing. Jack pulls away from you to grab his phone from the bathroom counter.

“It’s Mohan.” He states before answering and walking further into the bathroom, “Hey, what’s up..”

You tune out the conversation, reality hitting you that this is just casual. No matter how you feel, Jack views all this as casual. He doesn’t have that same sense of dread at the idea of losing you. The idea of that scares you.

You decide to sneak out while he’s still on the phone, leaving a note on his counter saying, “Walking home, can’t stand your old man driving.”

On the walk home, you put your earbuds in and tried to drown out the sounds of your overthinking.

———

Today was your birthday. You’d always spent your birthday alone. You’d tried to go out with your friends a couple years, but it always just felt like an excuse for them to get drunk rather than actually celebrate. So, you usually stick to picking up a cake and spending the night watching romcoms with your cat. You’d sing yourself happy birthday while your cat tried to hit at the flame of your candle.

Today, though, you had work. So those plans are put off until your shift ends, which will be long after your birthday but you were good at pretending.

Although you were dreading the idea of going into work and dealing with all the birthday wishes and attention, deep down you were excited. Nobody went crazy for birthdays, but there was always cake and balloons set up in the break room and sometimes, if they could find time, they’d sing Happy Birthday.

The idea of all the attention scares you, but also excites you. You’d always wanted someone else to buy you the cake, maybe even a present. But you always settled with the cheapest cake you could find and a night in watching movies where other women get celebrated and pretending it was you.

You’d come in with a smile on your face and a pep in your step. You were actually excited for your birthday this year. Maybe, if you were lucky, Jack would invite you over. The thought made you smile more.

“Someone’s extra happy today.” Lena said as you walked up to her station.

“Yeah, special day today.” You smile back.

“What, you finally found first level parking?” She responds, not looking up from her monitor.

Your heart sinks at the realization that she forgot your birthday. Your eyes flick to the break room, which you’d thought would have a couple balloons, maybe a card, but it was bare.

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, “You guessed it.” You run to the lockers before she could say anything else, trying to push down the lump in your throat.

It was your first birthday on night shift, you couldn’t be upset at anyone for forgetting. If anything, you should’ve reminded them.

You decide it’s better they forgot, now it won’t be a big thing and you could just celebrate your birthday how you usually do.

Just as you shut your locker, you turn to see Jack walking in, a smile forming on his face at the sight of you which you mirror immediately. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You respond shyly, beating yourself up for how you sound like a lovesick puppy.

“You look extra pretty today, what’s the occasion?” He asks, opening his locker to throw his bag in it.

He doesn’t see the way your expression falters for a second.

He forgot too.

A little part of your heart breaks at that. You’d thought out of everyone at least he would remember. You weren’t expecting anything from him, he didn’t owe you anything.

Still, there was a part of you deep down that was hoping he’d do something special. Invite you over, get you flowers, make you breakfast.

But you were just casual, that was too much for casual.

A ‘happy birthday’ is casual, though.

And he couldn’t even give you that.

“Just.. trying something new.” You respond, not meeting his eyes. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment at how you’d even done your makeup for your special day only for it to be just like any other.

“Well, I like it.” He responds, checking the door before stepping closer, “Maybe you could come over to mine after work?”

You hear the hope in his voice and you hate how your body reacts to it, butterflies filling your stomach. It’s the words you wanted to hear, but it didn’t feel the same.

“Sorry, got plans tonight.” You don’t wait for his reaction, instead scurrying out of the locker room and as far away from him as possible.

You go through a couple patients, finishing up charting when you hear your name being called. You turn to see Mohan approaching with a big smile on her face.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, confused why the day shift resident was here at night.

“Oh, I switched to nights.” She responds.

“Really!? Finally, I’ve been telling you forever to!” You exclaim, so thankfully to have an old friend on the shift. You use to work days with her and you two got super close before you moved to nights.

“I know, Jack’s been helping me with choosing my elective and he said he could switch me and Ellis so he could help mentor me before I leave.” She explains and although you manage to keep the smile on your face, you feel the lump in your throat grow larger.

You noticed him getting closer with Samira, but you never let yourself think about that. Jack wasn’t yours, so you had no right to harbor jealousy.

But your feelings like to ignore your brain.

And you couldn’t ignore that feeling when she referred to him as ‘Jack’ instead of Abbot.

“That’s amazing, Samira.”

“I know!” She exclaims excitedly, “I need to go check on some patients, but I’ll tell you later about which fellowship I chose.”

You nod, trying to focus on your charting again and ignore the feeling in your gut that seems to never want to leave today.

You hear your name again, and this time you recognize the voice immediately, your whole body tensing as you try to come off unaffected.

“What’s up?” You ask casually, not looking up from your charting but you feel Jack’s eyes burning into the side of your head.

“Did you discharge the patient in 8?”

“Yeah, the one with the wrist fracture? Checked her vitals one last time and all was good so I sent her home.” You reply, still focusing on the screen in front of you.

“Well, she had a CT scan pending and you sent her home before we even got the results.” That’s when you notice the frustration in his voice, finally turning to see his expression.

Oh. He was mad at you.

“CT? It was her wrist-”

“If you checked her chart you would’ve seen that she also hit her head when she fell.”

“The chart didn’t say anything-”

“Yes. It did. Because I wrote it myself.” You try not to let his tone affect you, but you already feel the pressure behind your eyes.

You blink aggressively, “I-I’m sorry, I swear I thought-”

“Yeah, well you’re gonna be sorry if that scan shows anything. You know how much trouble we could get in for sending her home, how much trouble I could get in-”

“I know, Jack, I’m so sorry-”

“Sorry isn’t enough.”

You feel you lip tremble, looking away from his gaze in hopes he doesn’t see. You try to think of something to say, but you couldn’t trust your voice enough to speak without breaking.

“Take a break. Shadow Mohan for a while, I’m gonna try to clean up your mess.”

You just nod, only lifting your head up when you hear his footsteps receding. Then you push yourself out of your chair and run to the bathroom.

“Stop crying, stop crying.” You murmur to yourself, knowing if you let the tears fall everyone will know thanks to your birthday makeup.

What a way to spend your birthday, trying not to cry in the bathroom while everyone outside goes about their day, unaware of your birthday and your feelings.

You finally calm yourself down, deciding to block out everything until the end of your shift. You just need to make it to the end, and then you can let it all out.

———

You avoided Jack for the rest of the shift. Initially you followed Mohan around, but then Jack requested her and you ran the other way. You didn’t know if it was just because you didn’t want to see Jack or because you didn’t want to see Jack and Samira.

Now, you were finishing up the last chart and the events of the day were slowly washing over you again. You decide to look back at the chart, the one Jack had yelled at you about.

Scrolling through, you look for anything that mentions head injury or a CT request. There was nothing. Rage fills you as you stand from your chair, ready to fight Jack for yelling at you.

When you turn a hallway, you find him coming out of the locker rooms with a bouquet of flowers. Your heart flutters at sight of him and a smile forms on your face when he finally looks up to see you, startled that you snuck up on him.

“Hey-”

“You remembered.” You cut him off, a blush forming on your cheeks as you try to push back the tears.

Happy tears.

Because after the loneliest birthday ever, Jack remembered you.

“Remembered what?” He speaks, genuine confusion on his face.

That same confusion forms on your face at his response, and just then you hear cheering from the nurse station. You both make your way over to the commotion, finding Samira surrounded by nurses and doctors with balloons in her hand.

“What’s going on..” You murmur the question aloud, not really directed at one person.

A passing nurse excitedly replies, “Samira finally chose her fellowship, geriatrics.”

You feel the hurt deep in your chest and this time, you can’t hide it in your face. The tears pool in your eyes and your lip trembles watching everyone celebrate Samira.

It was so selfish. You aren’t entitled to a whole day just because it’s your birthday. You should be happy to celebrate and share your day with her.

But you can’t.

You see Jack moving out of the corner of your eye and turn to see him walking towards Samira with the flowers and a small smile on his lips.

“Congrats. You’re amazing here and I know you’ll be amazing anywhere.” He speaks with so much adoration it makes you nauseous.

Samira blushes as she accepts the flowers.

You feel anger at first, then it drifts into sadness when you see the way Jack smiles at her. He could celebrate her loud and proud, yet he couldn’t even remember your birthday.

Then, Robby walks in and takes everything in, realization seeming to be hitting as he turns to you, “Oh, Happy birthday! Hope the night shift wasn’t too rough on you.”

Everyone pauses at Robby’s words, turning to face you.

“It’s your birthday?” Samira responds, her face dropping at the sight of the tears now flowing freely down your face.

You feel like you can’t breathe with all the eyes on you.

This is not the attention you wanted on your birthday.

You turn and start running to the stairs, ignoring the shouts of your name from behind you. You run all the way to the roof, trying to take a deep breath when you reach fresh air. It comes out more as broken sobs and wheezes.

You don’t know why you thought it could be different, why you thought this would be the first birthday not alone. You knew this would happen.

You knew all along Jack was going to break you.

“Baby..” You didn’t even hear the door open and you flinched when you felt his hand on your back, “Breathe, honey..”

“Get off me!” You push him away, your voice wet and raw with all the emotions you’d bottled up all day.

“Baby, please. I’m so sorry. You don’t understand how sorry I am-”

“Sorry isn’t enough.” You finally meet his eyes, your face turning from sadness to rage.

His eyes are watering too now, dread written all over his features. He looked so ashamed, so beaten down. In any other situation you would have ran to his side and held him tightly. Right now, though, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You know that chart.” You began, laughing humorlessly, “It was wrong. Didn’t say anything about head injury or CT.”

His face dropped, “I-I.. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say, I’m a fucking asshole-”

“I’m done, Jack.”

“Wha-… no, no. Look, I’ll do whatever to fix this, please, what can I do?” He’s begging now, grabbing your arms and trying to meet your eyeline.

“No, Jack. You think just because you’re sorry it’s enough? Just because you feel really bad?” You push at his chest and his hands fall from their place on you. Just as the warmth of him leaves, it’s replaced by a hot rage, “How do you think I feel then!? How the fuck do you think I feel!?”

He lets you continue to push his chest. “You thought you could just have me after how you treated me? You thought I was just going to let it slide and come running back?” Each sentence was punctuated by another push to his chest. “You can just hurt me and hurt me and it doesn’t matter because there’s nothing I could do to hurt you, right!? Nothing I could do could hurt the tough Jack Abbot, right!?”

“That’s not true-” He grabs your wrists before you can push again.

“But it is!” You scream, pulling away from him, your lip wobbling as you back up from him. “You think you’re hurting? I wish you could feel what I feel. I wish I could make you feel how I feel.” Your voice gets smaller each time you talk, the fight slowly leaving your body.

The realization sets in then.

This played out exactly how you thought it would.

Figures.

You should always trust your intuition.

[prettypiscesgal]

I Caught Myself

Summary: It was time for you and Jack’s situationship to come to an end.

Warnings: angst

Listen while reading: I Caught Myself - Paramore

“What do you want!?”

The cold air of the roof stings as it hits your wet cheeks. It doesn’t sting as much as the look Jack’s giving you, frustrated and annoyed with you.

“I don’t know.” Is all you can come up with.

You wanted Jack.

But you knew it was wrong.

Your whole relationship was built off shared trauma. Long nights spent consoling each other over all you two had seen. Car accidents, shootings, terminal illnesses. And you’d end up on the roof at the end of each shift, going back and forth about the horrors you’d experienced that night.

Some nights you’d go home together and try to distract yourselves from the disturbing thoughts that came with this job, getting lost in each others bodies.

But on the nights you went home alone, it was radio silence. Neither of you making an effort to reach out, preferring to wallow in the stress of your lives alone. It was like you didn’t exist to each other unless either of you needed a distraction.

But you were always there for each other if needed. When Jack needs talking down from the ledge, or you need someone to just hold you at night. No questions asked. You’re there for each other.

But you knew this couldn’t last, it wasn’t natural. Neither of you were stable and you were leaning on each other for balance.

You needed to catch yourself, before both of you fall.

“If you want me then say it. Say the word and I’ll be all yours. Is that what you want?” He asks, his voice was wet with emotion, but he refused to show it on his face.

I want you.

The words don’t leave your mouth.

“I want you to be happy, Jack.”

“I would be happy with you! But you have to want that too!” He yells, frustrated that you can’t just tell him how you feel.

But you don’t know how you feel.

You love him, but you can’t ignore that feeling deep down telling you this isn’t right. You aren’t who he ends up with.

He might be happy with you, but your mind just keeps drifting to Samira. How he looks at her fondly, talks to her softly. Their friendship was built off genuine interactions and shared interests. It was light and breathable. It could grow.

Not like you and Jack.

“I think this is where this ends, Jack.” You murmur softly, trying to ignore the burning in your eyes and chest.

He stares at you, lips parted.

“Okay.” He nods.

Then he turns around and walks away, leaving you alone on the roof.

You fall to your knees the second he’s gone, sobs falling from your chest so aggressively you begin to cough. You knew in your heart he wasn’t yours, he belonged to someone else. You weren’t sure who it was, but you were sure it wasn’t you.

All you feel is regret, not for letting him go, but for having him in the first place. Even when you first looked at him, you knew it was wrong. You two were wrong.

Now you had to try to forget what his hands felt like on you, forget what he smelt like, forget that one look he would give you on occasion. You knew you could, you’ve done it with other men.

But you had a feeling he was going to be harder to shake.

And the next day, you spot him leaning against Dr. Mohan’s desk with a small smile on his face, telling her something that makes her throw her head back in laughter.

You smile at the sight of it.

And now you were sure about what you wanted.

Jack Abbot to be happy.

[prettypiscesgal]

Beautiful people, Beautiful problems

Summary: Pope was a beautiful man, and you were always there to help him with his beautiful problems

Warnings: lil angsty

Listen while reading: Beautiful people Beautiful problems - Lana Del Rey

You woke up to the sound of cabinets slamming. Your eyebrows furrow, looking to your bedside clock. It was 2 in the morning, meaning that Pope probably just got home. You stretch as you get out of bed, walking to the kitchen to greet your boyfriend.

Your eyes are half open as you walk through the doorway, spotting a bruised up Andrew sitting at the kitchen table. He was breathing heavily through his nose, back straight in the chair as he stared out the window he was facing.

“Baby?” You call out, worried considering he always immediately greets you when he gets home, cuddling in bed with you.

The first aid kit was sitting on the table, letting you know he’d already patched up his cuts. Now, he was just staring outside, something you’ve noticed he does to calm himself down.

When he doesn’t respond you walk over to him, crouching down in front of his spread legs and looking up at him. He still doesn’t look at you.

“You okay?” You ask, rubbing your hands soothingly up and down his thighs.

He nods, but his jaw is clenched and his stare outside the window is so intense that you know there’s something wrong.

“Andrew.” You say more sternly and he finally looks down to you. “Talk to me.”

His breathing slows for a minute and his jaw clenches again, looking away from your stare and shaking his head. His eyes are hit by the moonlight beaming through the window and that’s when you notice his eyes are glassy.

“Oh, baby..” You coo, standing so you can straddle him, grabbing his cheeks in your hand and facing him towards you, “What’s wrong?”

“I-” He shakes his head, looking down at his lap and breathing sharply through his nose.

“Was it the job?” You ask.

He slowly shakes his head no.

Your heart sinks for a second. “Was it me?”

He hesitates and your mouth parts in shock. He was upset with you? What had you done? You try to think back to the rest of the day. He hadn’t seemed upset at you when he left for the job, giving you a kiss goodbye and promising to get home as soon as he could.

You pull back from him, standing up. He’s still just staring down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers and pulling his mouth to the side like he always does when he feels overwhelmed by his emotions.

“What did I do?” You ask, and your voice comes out so small and weak that he winces at the sound of it, his face scrunching up like he’s in pain.

“I-I..” He tries to stop himself, but the dam just breaks, “I just-.. I just don’t want to hurt your feelings but I hate it so much when you do that and I don’t want to be mad at you but I saw it and I just-”

“Woah, hey, hey.” You immediately rush to Andrew’s side when he cuts himself off with a frustrated sob. “Baby, breathe.”

He closes his eyes, breathing harshly through his nose and leaning against your stomach as you hold his head, running one hand through his messy curls.

When his breathing evens out, you move to crouch in front of him again, meeting his eyeline. “Tell me what upset you, alright? We’ll figure it out together.”

His sad eyes look down to his lap again, nervously fiddling with his fingers before he quietly mumbles, “You left crumbs all over the counter again.”

You try not to laugh when he says it, but you’re sure there’s amusement dancing in your eyes. Now you understand, he was having an ocd freak out, probably feeling overwhelmed and the mess you made was just the cherry on top. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stress you out, baby. You know I can be a messy eater.”

He nods, his face softening as he calms down, “I know, I just.. we could get ants.”

You softly laugh and he looks up at you with furrowed brows and a flushed face, “Why are you laughing at me?”

“Because you’re cute.” You respond and his face goes red at you words, avoiding your gaze and he smiles bashfully. “I promise I’ll clean up all my crumbs, okay? And next time I do something you don’t like you come and tell me. Deal?”

You hold out your pinky and he smiles at the gesture. He interlocks his pinky with yours, pulling your hand to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of it.

“Deal.”

—

You were passed out on the bed beside Andrew. He fucked you to sleep and now you two were lying naked and intertwined. He watched lovingly as you layed on his chest, mouth open and drooling. He thought it was adorable.

However, as he watched you looking so peaceful, he couldn’t help but remember the fact that you hadn’t peed before you drifted off to sleep. He tried to ignore the thought. You would be fine, he shouldn’t disturb you over something as small as a possible uti.

But he couldn’t stop thinking of the worst. If he let you sleep and you got a uti, would you be mad at him? He wouldn’t blame you. What if something worse happened, what if it developed into kidney infection? Yeah, the chances are low, but Pops couldn’t stop his mind wandering to the worst possible outcomes. What if you died all because he didn’t wake you up to pee?

“Baby.” He whispers frantically, shaking your shoulder. You furrow your eyebrows, whining at the intrusion and trying to ignore it and go back to sleep. “You need to wake up.”

“M’sleeping Andy, laterrr.” You reply, swatting at his hand that’s still trying to shake you awake.

“Please.” His voice cracks when he says and even in your sleepy state you notice. You open one eye to look at him, your vision focusing to see the terrified look on his face.

You’re awake now, sitting up and resting your hand on his chest, “What’s wrong?”

“You need to pee.”

You pause, looking at him confused. “Um.. not really?”

“No, you need to pee. So you don’t get a uti.” He explains, standing up from bed and staring at you with scared eyes, “Hurry.”

You huff a laugh at your cute boyfriend, “I appreciate the concern, baby, but relax. I’m not gonna die.”

“You don’t know that.” Andrew immediately responds. He’s staring at you like a terrified little puppy dog, his shoulders rigid and his back straight. The way his little tummy was poking out made him look like a toddler telling his mom he threw up.

You can’t contain your loving smile as you look at your caring and adorable boyfriend. The fact he cared so much about you that he freaked himself out over the possibility of something happening to you. God, sure he had his quirks, but nobody could try to tell you he wasn’t just a big softie.

You stand up, grabbing his face and giving him a passionate kiss. He’s frozen in shock for a moment before melting in to you. You pull away, smiling up at him, “I love you handsome.”

Then you walk past him and into the bathroom.

He stands there for a minute, trying to process what just happened before he’s following you into the bathroom, watching you pee and smiling fondly.

You are truly the only person that gets him.

-

Pope and you had gotten into a fight. Not your first one, but definitely the worst one since you’d started dating.

“Andrew, you spend so much time at that damn house! It’s not healthy!” You try not to yell, knowing it upsets him, but your voice naturally raises causing him to go into defense mode.

“My whole family is there, I’m going to spend time with them! Besides, you can’t tell me what to do with my time!” He yells back, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tries to ground himself.

“You’re not going there for family time, Andrew.” You respond calmly, trying to deescalate, “I just think you need to take a break from all this for just a little.”

“What’s ’all this’?” He responds, his voice low but his tone is aggressive.

“Smurf, the boys, the violence.” You list off, “They’re not a good influence and I think that’s why you’ve been extra stressed lately.”

Deep down he knows you’re right. How could you not be right? You saw firsthand how overwhelming it’s been for him to be treated like an attack dog and then berated and shamed for it after. You knew how manipulative Smurf was, using her affection as a weapon, knowing how much he loved having her treat him like he was cared about.

And you’d been there to help him through it. Calming him down, comforting him, reassuring him. He’d felt guilty about how much you took care of him. You were the only person that made sure he never questioned your love for him. He truly didn’t know how he survived before you, how he handled all this before you.

But he was embarrassed to admit that you were right. He didn’t want to admit that he was slowly breaking under the weight of everything, trying to keep his family happy and taken care of.

“They’re my family.” He growls back.

Your face softens, taking a step closer. He doesn’t move, standing rigid as he stares you down, “I know, baby. But don’t you want a break? You don’t need to do everything for everyone. Especially when they’re ungrateful for it all.”

Of course you’re right. But if Andrew admitted it, he’d also be admitting that he’s weak and he needs help. And he can’t admit that.

“I need to take care of my family. I don’t need you trying to stop me from doing that.” He responds, ignoring the pang in his chest when you frown at his words.

“That’s not what I’m say-”

“I have to go.” He cuts you off, quickly turning away so he doesn’t see your expression. He grabs his jacket that was hanging by your door and he leaves without another word.

You stand there staring at the door in shock.

Days pass and he doesn’t come home. Luckily, you still had his location so you saw he was at Smurf’s. Your heart was heavy as the days went on. You thought Pope would realize soon that you were just trying to help him, but every night you slept alone and cold. The only nights you slept was when you cried so hard you couldn’t keep your eyes open. The other nights you spent staring at the ceiling, replaying your fight.

He was just so stubborn, he didn’t want to admit that he needed someone. He grew up thinking he didn’t deserve comfort and care unless it was a reward. He felt like he had to earn your love, no matter how many times you tried to beat that thought from his mind. You thought you were finally succeeding, but this was a major regression.

On the fifth night, you decided you were done with this. You were done letting Andrew hurt himself like this. Checking his location, you saw he was at the motel that Smurf used to book for him when she didn’t want him sleeping in the house.

You pulled up in front of the motel, immediately making your way towards the suite. Standing in front of the door, you took a deep breath before knocking.

No response.

You turned the handle, it was unlocked.

He knew you were coming.

You open the door to the sight of him sitting on the end of the hotel bed, back straight and hands resting on his thighs. You close the door behind you, slowly walking towards him.

Once you’re in front of him you’re able to really get a good look at his face. His eyes were droopy and sad, eye bags forming that tells you he hasn’t been sleeping since he left. Your heart hurts at the idea of your poor Andrew sitting here alone every night, unable to sleep.

“Oh, Andy..” You can’t stop the tears forming in your eyes as you sit next to him on the bed, resting your head on his shoulder and placing your hand over his.

His body relaxes at the sound of your voice and the feel of your warm skin. His own eyes begin to fill with tears, as much as he tries to hold them in. He missed you.

“It was so loud.” He murmurs, his voice wet with emotion.

“I know, baby, we can go home now.” You respond softly, nodding your head at him with a reassuring smile and letting your tears fall freely now.

“No. It’s so loud everywhere.” He’s full on crying now, letting his tears fall down onto his lap. He sniffles, “Everywhere you aren’t.”

Your heart swells. You hold him to your chest, letting him sob as he wraps his strong arms around you. He cries and cries and you hold him while softly rubbing his back.

Then, you realize his breathing has slowed. You look down to find him passed out against your chest. His eyes peaceful closed and his cheek smushed against you. You smile at the sight.

And for the first time ever, he’s able to fall asleep in a noisy motel room, sleeping soundly through the whole night.

Because you were there.

And for some reason, everything else was quiet when he was with you.

[prettypiscesgal]

Coming up Roses

part 1

Summary: You get hurt and Jack can’t handle it.

Warnings: angst

Listen while reading: Coming up Roses - Harry Styles

“Abbot!” He finally snapped out of his trance, looking to find Robby peeking out the trauma room, “I need you, Brother!”

That’s what finally gets Jack moving. He’s running across the ER, slipping gloves on and bursting through the trauma doors. This was his job, something he had to do, it didn’t matter who was on the table.

But it really did.

Because when he saw you lying in the table, he froze again. This time worse, this time everybody noticed.

“Abbot, we need you on hemorrhage control.”

Jack couldn’t hear them, all he saw was you. Face swollen, body lifeless, blood everywhere. There was so much blood, why could he see all your blood?

“Abbot!”

A hand on his shoulder finally caught his attention. He looked to see Robby, looking at him in pure confusion. That confusion turned to concern when he saw Jack’s face.

He was crying.

The whole room was staring in shock.

“What the fuck?” Garcia murmurs under here breath, her hands currently working to stop the bleeding, which was suppose to be Jack’s job.

“I-I can’t, Rob- I’m.. no, no.” Jack shakes his head, he can’t stop the thoughts coming. You’re about to die and he treated you like you were nothing. He let you run away, he let you go into that room. He could’ve checked on you. Just once. He could’ve stopped him. “She can’t- no, no, Robby, this can’t-”

Robby saw the moment the resolved snapped, Jack was full on panicking. Jack Abbot, the man who never flinches, combat medic, risk taker, stone cold attending who nobody has seen even shed a tear. He was now on the floor, struggling to breathe.

The whole trauma room was now trying to save your life while simultaneously in shock at the fact their attending is having a panic attack on the floor.

He was curled in a ball, holding his head while muttering nonsense over and over, “Please.. please, no. No, no, no. I can’t- she can’t.. please.”

Robby was frozen while watching the scene in front of him. He had never seen his fellow attending crack like this. Sure, he’d done it plenty. But Jack, he always held it together.

Bending down next to him, Robby grabs his shoulder again, speaking lowly in his ear, “Brother. You need to stand up and get out of here.”

“She can’t die- no, this can’t be happening-” Jack keeps staring at one spot on the floor. The spot where your blood was dripping from the table to the cold floor.

“I need her.”

Robby pauses, slowly realizing what was happening.

He loved you.

“Fuck.” Robby sighs, shaking his head. He looks up to everyone else already watching the two of them, confused and worried. He looks back to Jack, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing him to face him. He speaks lowly and sternly, “I need you to either stand up and help save her life or find somebody else who can.”

Jack pauses for a moment, processing Robby’s words.

Find somebody else?

There was nobody else. Nobody else who knew you like him. Nobody who’s looked at you like he does, thought about you like he does, touch you like he does, hurt you like he does.

Nobody else who loved you like he does.

“Still hemorrhaging, we can’t find the source!” Trinity yells out from beside Garcia, both of them struggling to see through all the blood

Jack stands, immediately pushing Trinity to the side, “Hand me the clamp I’ll do it myself.”

Everyone watches in shock as Jack easily works on you. Nobody misses the fact that although he’s working as skilled and quickly as he usually does, there’s a subtle softness to the way his hands rest on you.

—

“So, Abbot in love with a nurse? Who would’ve thought?” Princess is the first to finally speak of the incident after you’d been in surgery for hours.

“Didn’t think Abbot could love anybody more than himself.” Dana sighs, half joking half serious.

“Has he mentioned any other nurses?” Princess inquires, a bashful smile on her face.

“Oh, I think he’s pretty set on just one.” Robby walks by, joining in on the gossip.

“How is she?” Dana asks, full attention on Robby now.

“Great. Surgery stitched her up fast, she’s resting upstairs now.” He explains before adding, “…with Jack.”

“That man still hasn’t gone home? Jesus, he must really like that girl.” Dana shakes her head at the fact Abbot has to clock in to his night shift in a couple hours on probably zero sleep.

“Did you know about them?” Robby leans over the counter, lowering his tone so Princess wouldn’t overhear.

“Is there a them?” Dana whispers back.

“I don’t know, but.. that look he had, Dana.” Robby shakes his head, “I mean we were all scared, but he… he couldn’t fucking breathe.”

—

He had stayed by your bedside the minute you got out of surgery, waiting patiently until you woke up. He held your wrist tightly the entire time just to make sure you still had a pulse. While he was watching you sleep, the rest of the day caught up to him. He ended up drowsing off on your thigh, mouth open and drooling.

You woke up to the sight of it, extremely confused. Your head pounded as you tried to think as to how you ended up here. Then, you remembered it all.

Your arms tried desperately to block the hits, but he was relentless. Some times he missed, other times he grazed you, and a few times he got you so hard you couldn’t breathe.

You tried to call for help, tried desperately just to get the code word out of your mouth. Dana was just on the other side of the wall, should would save you an instant. But, he was quicker, wrapping his hands around you throat. He lifted your head, slammed it against the ground.

He was so angry. So confused.

You hate how bad you felt for him.

You remembered the meds, he knocked them out of your hand but they weren’t very far. You could reach it. As you struggled to reach your fingertips towards the syringe, you notice how lightheaded you were, your vision turning black.

Your fingers finally find the syringe, stabbing it into the side of his neck and injecting it. He pauses for a moment, realizing what you did before he grabs something from his waistband and you feel a stabbing pain in your stomach.

You try to scream, but it’s more of a broken rasp, feeling warmth around you belly, you look down to the sight of red everywhere. Looking up, you watch the Kraken’s eyes start to droop before he’s falling on top of you.

The adrenaline mask all the pain for only a moment as you push the large man off of you. “Hula hoop.” You try to yell, but your voice is gone, only a low, cracking rasp left behind. Tears begin to form as you pull yourself up against the wall, trying to push towards the door but your body slowly giving up.

Your eyes start to droop, no matter how many times you try to blink them back open.

But you keep trying.

“Hula hoop.” You rasp again.

You are so tired, you just wanted to sleep.

“Hula hoop.”

But you weren’t gonna die like this.

“Hula hoop.”

“Y/N, you’re awake, baby.” You look up at the sound of Jack’s voice, tears in you eyes.

“What are you doing here, Jack?” Your voice is still so hoarse, barely able to speak above a whisper.

“I-..” He pauses, looking down to the bed and you roll your eyes. Of course, he still couldn’t even look at you.

“You don’t have to pretend to care anymore, Jack. Go home.” You spoke harshly, trying to keep the angry tears at bay.

“Pretend to care?” He echoes, like you just spoke a feeling language.

“I get it. You wanted some fun and you got it. Let’s just act like nothing happened.” You don’t look at him as you speak, trying to sit up despite your whole body aching at the movement. You hated looking vulnerable in front of him now.

“You think I pretended to care?” He spoke, standing up from his seat by your bed, causing your eyes to widen when you notice the tears in his, “I’ve spent every second with you trying to pretend I don’t care.”

You look at him, puzzled. “What are you talking about, all you do is push me out.”

“Because I thought you wanted this. You wanted the secret. You didn’t want anyone to know you’re sleeping with some old man.”

“Sleeping with some old man?” You repeat, utterly confused at what he thinks this relationship is, “You’re not just some old man, Jack.”

“You’re right. I’m your boss. That looks even worse for you. I thought you just liked the game. Then you started acting like you loved me and..” Jack pauses, trying to collect himself.

“You didn’t feel the same.” You didn’t need him to say it.

“I’m not letting you throw your life away.” Jack’s voice was soft, and you heard the tremble in his words.

“Wha-” You are so lost, trying to piece together what he’s saying before you realize, letting out a humorless laugh, “So you shut me out because you think you’re too old for me?”

“You know it’s more than that.” He looks you in the eyes when he says it.

“Do you love me?” You ask him, staring him down.

“How could you even doubt that?”

You give him a look, “Yeah, how could I?”

He huffs a laugh at that and you can’t help the small smile that tugs on your lips. He walks over, sitting by your bed again, “I know I’m an asshole, but you can’t tell me you didn’t know I’ve been in love with you since we’ve met.”

“Abbot, this is our newest pitt member. Nurse Y/N.” Dana introduced you to the attending, failing to mention before that he was gorgeous.

“Welcome to hell.” He smiles at you, and even though you know he’s joking, his smile is so genuine.

“Thanks?” You say, turning to follow Dana as she runs off somewhere. He watches you run, smile never leaving.

Later, you’d ended up alone in the break room. You were making coffee and he was trying to hide for a minute. You looked out of the corner of your eye, watching him manspread on one of the chairs. He was already staring at you, which made you jump, spilling hot coffee all over your fingers.

“Fuck!” You grit through your teeth, shaking your hand.

Abbot is behind you in a second, you didn’t even hear him. You feel the warmth of his chest before his hand grabs onto yours, leading you to the sink to run it under the water.

You turn to look up at him, “Uh, thank you, Dr. Abbot.”

He smiles down at you, eyes flickering between yours with something that looks like amusement, “You’re welcome, sweetheart. But you can just call me Jack when we’re alone.”

The memory had you blushing. Jack always took care of you, even when he let you down, he came through in the end. When it mattered the most.

Yeah, you guys were messy, but you loved each other.

And no relationship can truly be normal when it blooms in the pitt.

[prettypiscesgal]

Let Down

Part 2

Summary: Jack constantly lets you down, but what did you expect, it’s just casual right?

Warnings: angst

Listen while reading: Let Down - Radiohead

It was really your fault. You’d heard all the stories about the damaged night shift attending, the stone cold cowboy of the ER. Yet you still let yourself fall in love with him.

It started as just glances, passing touches, little flirty remarks. Then, one day, you’d ended up making out in the break room. You still remember the look in his eyes just before he pounced.

Unfortunately, that’s all it was. Quickies in the storage closet or an empty hospital bed. Sometimes he’d invite you over to his place after a particularly rough shift, fucking you until he passed out. He was always gone when you woke up the next morning, already heading to the gym or his occasional day shift as a combat veteran.

You knew this was all it would be. You were the new, young nurse and he just needed someone to help him sleep though the night. You were okay with it at first, loving being his secret. Now, all you craved was him. And he couldn’t care less, using you when he needed and throwing you away.

It was last week when everything started to spiral. You were still happy, or at least convincing yourself you were. You’d spent the whole shift making eyes at each other, he’d brush your back when passing you, sharing secret smiles just between the two of you.

So, when the shift was over, you went back to his place. You had to wait until everyone was gone before hopping in Jack’s truck. It was part of the rules, nobody could see you.

After a couple rounds, you lay sweaty in Jack’s bed, staring at the ceiling with a smile on your face. You turn to Jack, who was facing away from you, panting. You watched his back muscles flex with every breath he took. You couldn’t help yourself, reaching over to brush your fingers across his back.

He tensed, but you didn’t notice.

Instead you scooted closer, spooning him while your fingers kept tracing the freckles along his back. Then, you pressed a small kiss to his shoulder.

And he was done.

He stood up abruptly, so abruptly you jumped, staring at him with wide eyes, “Jack? Are you-”

“I need to shower.” He cut you off, looking everywhere but your eyes. “I think you should be gone when I get out.”

Your heart sank to your stomach. I mean, you’d expected this to end. He was older, smarter, more successful. He didn’t need you. Not like you needed him.

You didn’t expect it to end like this though. You, naked and embarrassed, gathering your clothes as you hear the shower start. You don’t let the tears fall until you step out of the house.

You haven’t felt more embarrassed or alone than you did in that moment. So, you went home to your empty apartment and cried. And cried. You tried to stop yourself, you never cry over men. But he did a number on you.

You knew it, he knew it.

The worst part, though, is you’d left your favorite bra at his house in your rush to leave.

And it is fucking hard to find a good bra.

You called Dana that night and begged for the day shift. The broken sound of your voice was enough for her to pity you. She didn’t ask questions, just sent you your new schedule.

So, you truly thought you’d be free of him today. You’d managed well enough so far, always sneaking out during shift swap to avoid him, but unfortunately he decided to burst through the ER doors in full combat uniform.

Of course he looked good doing it.

Robby turns to you, nodding to follow him and you sigh. You thought you’d have one easy day, but no.

“What do we got?” You ask, following Robby through the doors of the trauma room. Jack doesn’t even look up at you when he explains Hiro’s injuries.

You and Jack fell into line very easily, you handing him everything he needs for intubation without him even asking. Still, he hadn’t looked at you the whole time, which gave you a sinking feeling in your gut that you ignored.

After the patient was stabilized, you sighed in relief, throwing your gloves away and turning to see Jack talking to the new attending.

The new gorgeous attending.

“We should get a beer sometime, share war stories.”

Your heart sinks and your eyes meet Jack’s for the first time in days. You’re sure he can see the hurt on your face, but he simply turns back to Dr. Al and smiles.

You practically run out of the trauma room and back to your desk, hoping to bury yourself in your charting and forget about Jack and how annoyingly good he looks in uniform.

“Can you check for any empty rooms and discharge people who can go? We need more beds opening up.” Dana asks, throwing you a protein bar which you are so grateful for because you were starving. Dana somehow always knew what you needed and when, that’s why you love her.

“On it.” You nod, shoving the bar in your pocket and hoping to get a break to eat it later.

You open the door to one of the rooms marked as empty, pulling the curtain and seeing what you could clean up before admitting the next patient. However, the room wasn’t empty.

Of course, Jack Abbot was standing shirtless with his back towards you.

“Oh! I-I’m sorry I didn’t.. Did you get shot?” You pause your nervous rambling when you notice the blemish on his back that you’ve never seen before.

Yeah, he broke your heart, but you stilled cared about him. And the nasty gash on his back was something you knew he couldn’t treat all by his self.

“M’fine. Gonna patch it up then the rooms yours.” His gruff voice makes you shiver, but you push down the feeling.

“Let me help you.” You say, you don’t ask. If you ask you know the answer.

“No, I can manage.” He immediately shakes his head. You’re close to just giving up on the asshole, but watching him try to reach the swab to his back and struggling made you soften up.

“We both know your arms can’t reach that far, old man.” You teasingly chided.

A small huff leaves him at that and your smile widens at the sound, stepping behind him so he doesn’t notice. You hated how easy it was to talk to him, it made you sick to think about. You ignored it, focusing on your boss’ wound in a professional manner.

“I was going to ask..” You spoke as you began to clean the edges of the wound, your voice coming out small and weak, “If I could come over to-”

“I have plans.” Is all he said.

You halt at the interruption, your ears burning with steam. All you wanted was to stop by and pick up your bra you left at his house. Now, he was once again making you feel small. Your blood boiled, but at the same time, your heart physically hurt at his harshness.

“I just wanted to-”

Suddenly, Dr. Mohan pulls the curtain open, taking in the scene with confusion on her face before she realizes, “Did you get shot, Dr Abbot?”

“Shot at.” He corrects. “Just a graze. Actually, why don’t you take over, Dr. Mohan? I think Dana needs you, Y/N.”

“Sure.” Samira shrugs.

“I’m almost done-”

“Mohan can handle, she’s probably done twice as many sutures as you, Y/N. Now go help Dana in the front before she gets swamped.” His voice is stern, to anyone else it would just sound like a boss giving orders to his subordinates.

To you, you knew what it meant.

He was over it. Over you. You were useful, now you’re not. There’s other people to fill your role now, Dr. Al, Dr. Mohan, all these older and prettier women who aren’t as naive and useless as you.

Tears start to well in your eyes and the lump in your throat makes it impossible for any words to come out so you quickly nod your head and run out of the room. You’re filled with both anger and hurt and you can’t seem to suppress either of them.

When you shut the door behind you, you accidentally run into Robby, almost knocking him over at the speed you’re going. “Woah! You alright?”

“Yeah, I just need some air.” You nod, trying to catch your breath as you run past him and out the ER.

You stop at the ambulance bay, dropping the the floor and holding your hand to your chest as you try to keep it all in. You can’t break down like this at work. Now right now.

Sirens take you out of your panic and you immediately stand at the sight of the ambulance, deciding that work is the best thing for you right now.

The EMTs jump out and give you a knowing look before speaking, “The kraken.”

You sigh, facepalming as you hear the screams and protests of the drugged out man. He hadn’t been here in a while so you assumed he was staying out of trouble.

“Let’s get him in for detox.” You speak, grabbing one side of the gurney and leading it through the doors.

“Kraken is back!” You announce to the ER and everyone sighs, trying to avoid eye contact so they won’t be put on this case.

He’s lead into his usual room and you immediately start to run away, desperate to find a different patient to work on.

When you turn the corner, though, you see Jack and Samira standing very close. He leans in to whisper something to her and your heart sinks when she throws her head back in laughter.

She was so pretty when she laughed.

Your eyes meet Jack’s and the small smile he had resting on his face fell at the sight of you. He straightened up as if he’d been caught and went back to talking to Samira like nothing happened.

And nothing did happen.

You shake your head, turning around so you wouldn’t have to look at the two anymore. Unfortunately, you turn to face Robby who is already giving you the sad puppy eyes.

“No. No, Robby. You can’t.” You immediately shake your head, trying to push past him, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re the only nurse available on shift who’s dealt with him before.” Robby speaks, you can hear the pity in his voice.

“Princess has.” You accusingly point to her, who’s sitting at her desk eating a protein bar, looking very available.

“Robby owes me one.” She shrugs casually. “I’m cashing in on it now.”

You look back to Robby exasperated and he just gives you a pity smile, nodding his head to the room the Kraken is thrashing in. “Donnie’s already tied him down. All you got to do is stick the needle in. Just be careful for..”

“The spray?” You ask, scoffing as Robby solemnly nods.

Pushing past him, you spot Donnie leaving the room giving you a ‘good luck’ nod as you walk in. He’s secured on the bed, thrashing around but the effort is all in vain. They’ve mastered securing his restraints after plenty of practice.

Luckily he was restrained enough that he couldn’t move his arms, so all you had to do was quickly stick him with the needle and avoid getting peed on.

You sigh, turning your back to him to prepare his syringe. Hopefully he would wear himself out if you took your time. In reality, you were just stalling because you really don’t want to get pissed on today.

Your mind wandered as you measured out his meds. All you could hear in your head was Jack’s voice.

‘I have plans’

‘You should be gone when I get out’

‘Dr. Mohan can handle’

Every phrase was repeating in your head. You couldn’t even remember what Jack used to sound like, when he actually liked you. Or at least tolerated you.

You felt like you were gonna be sick, but you pushed it down, turning towards the Kraken to get this over with. However, you were met with an empty bed.

Your heart sank.

Everything was in slow motion. You turned your head just in time to see him charging at you before you were on the ground. Your head hit the floor and instantly your ears were ringing. You felt fists connect with your face multiple times, trying to shield yourself with your arms but failing.

“Hu- Hula..” You tried to yell, but then his hands were around your throat.

—

“Y/N finished with the Kraken?” Robby asks Dana, looking to the board for his next patient.

“You left Y/N with the Kraken? That is messed up.” Samira gasps, Abbot at her side with an unreadable expression.

“Someone had to do it.” Robby shrugs, looking back towards Dana.

“Pretty sure, haven’t heard any screaming so I’d assume so.” Dana says, not looking up from her computer.

Robby sighs, turning towards the Kraken’s designated room. His eyebrows furrow when he realizes that the bed is empty. “Did we move him?”

Everyone follows his eyes, noticing the eerily quiet and empty room.

Then, everybody looks to Dana, who finally stands to take in the scene. “N-no he should still be..”

“Y/N moved him without consulting anyone?” Abbott says, shaking his head in annoyance.

“She wouldn’t..” Samira says, trying to piece everything together.

“She’s been off her game lately, probably just forgot to tell someone.” Abbot concludes with a shrug.

“Hula hoop.”

It was spoken so quietly that nobody in the ER could’ve heard you. All the bustling, beeping, arguing and your hoarse voice was hidden under it all, pleading for help even when nobody could hear.

But Dana did.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Dana is sprinting towards the room, everyone watching in confusion as she busts open the door to what looked like an empty room.

But what she found was you, barely conscious, leaned against the wall under the window with a bloodied face. She couldn’t breathe as she took in the scene.

The Kraken was collapsed on the floor in front of you with a needle in his arm. You were slouched, breathing raggedly with an eye swollen shut, blood pouring down your nose, bruising on your neck.

The worst part though..

There was a wooden shiv stuck in your abdomen, bleeding down you and onto the floor.

“Hula hoop, hula hoop, hula hoop...” You kept murming under your breath, stuck in a trance. You couldn’t move, couldn’t even open your eyes. All your strength was gone.

But you were not going to die like this.

“Oh my god, No!” Dana collapses beside you, grabbing your face and shaking, “Baby, no, no. Wake up, Y/N. I’m here, sugar. Oh my god, not you, not you, please.”

You could hear her, it felt like she was a million miles away, but you heard her. You tried to open your eyes and be strong, but you felt yourself slipping away into the quiet.

Robby storms in after Dana, his heart dropping as he takes in the scene, “Oh god..” He froze for a second, feeling sick at the fact he put you on this job. He couldn’t handle killing another person he cared about. “I-I need a trauma room! Right now!”

“Trauma 1!” Princess yelled immediately.

Samira moved quickly, grabbing a gurney and rolling it over. Everyone was moving, running to your side to move you on the gurney or running to prep the trauma room.

Everyone but Jack.

He was frozen, watching your bloody and lifeless body being thrown onto a gurney and wheeled across the ER. He stays frozen, even when the trauma doors close behind you and the frantic yelling and panic are finally muffled.

You were bleeding out on a table in his ER.

And he was standing there doing nothing about it.

Maybe because he cared too much, maybe because he didn’t care at all. Either way, you needed help and once again..

Jack let you down.

[prettypiscesgal]

Sativa

Summary: You and Steve had been secretly hooking up for a while. When you see him looking too good at a party, you decide to invite him for a little smoke sesh.

Warnings: Smut

Listen while reading: Sativa by Jhene aiko

————

“I’m going to find Jonathan!” Nancy yelled to you, trying to make sure you could hear over the loud bass and even louder drunken idiots surrounding you.

You nodded and gave her smile, watching her disappear into the crowd. Grabbing another drink from the bowl of.. well, you’re not exactly sure what it was but it was strong and left the perfect warmth in your stomach, you let your eyes scan over the crowd.

It was the weekend and, of course, you and Nancy had to go out. You’d ended up at your go-to frat, the one with the best drinks and the hottest guys.

Nancy, unfortunately, was locked down with Jonathan at the moment, so you knew she wouldn’t be as much fun, but you didn’t mind.

You had your own plans.

Your eyes finally land on the one you’d been searching for.

Steve Harrington stands there, looking as beautiful as ever. He was dressed in his favorite jeans, the dark wash denim that hugged his ass perfectly, and a plain black t-shirt with his iconic jean jacket.

You knew he’d be here, hell, he was the frat president, of course he’d be here. You’d dressed in your tightest jeans, the ones that made your ass look good, and a top that pushed your boobs up just the right amount. You’d never admit you dressed up for Steve, but deep down you know you did.

You took a big chug of your drink, watching him over the cup. He was flirting with some cute redhead. He leaned down so she could whisper something in his ear that made him smirk.

You’d been seeing Steve for a couple weeks, but you also knew he was fucking other girls, just like you were fucking other guys.

But you knew Steve had a sweet spot for you. The only girl who could truly match his freak. You weren’t jealous at all, you watched him flirt with a smirk on your face. Watched his hands trail down to grab the girls waist and pull her closer. Then, like he felt you watching, his eyes lift to meet yours over the girls head.

You stood casually, smirk still planted on your face as you held the eye contact. His own smirk began to form and he leaned his head down to kiss the girls neck.

But his eyes never left yours.

This was your favorite game.

You pour one more drink, chugging it down before making your way to the dance floor, where Steve was currently pressing his chest against the back of the redhead, holding her hips as she swayed to the music.

You grabbed the nearest man you could find, pressing your ass on him as you shut your eyes and let the music and alcohol pulse through your veins. The guy immediately got the hint and grabbed your hips, swaying with you.

When your eyes opened, they naturally gravitated towards Steve, who had stopped dancing and stood completely. He was frozen watching you while the girl continued to dance on him, completely oblivious. You saw how tense his jaw was and the jealousy swirling in his eyes.

God, he was so easy.

A bright smile crosses your face, which only makes his jaw clench more. You lean your head back to whisper in the man’s ear, all while keeping eye contact with Steve, “You got any weed.”

“For you? Of course, sugar.” He pulls a joint from his pocket holding it in front of you. You snatch it with a smile, turning to give him a kiss on the cheek and then sauntering off towards the stairs.

You didn’t have to look back to know Steve was right behind you.

Even in your drunken state, you knew exactly where you were going. Up the stairs, to the left and all the way down the hall to the door at the very end.

Walking through the threshold of the door, you left it open, hearing quick footsteps following behind as you plopped yourself on the twin bed.

Once the door clicked shut, you looked up. Steve was still facing the door, hand pressed against it and head hung low.

“Stevie?” You giggle, “You feeling worked up?”

He turned to look at you and you could immediately tell he was angry, even more than usual. Perhaps you had went too far, but you knew that just made this all the more fun.

“You feeling like a slut?” He shot back. He was so easy to rile up.

“Actually, yeah.” Your easy smile gets him all the more angry, you were the only girl who could get under his skin like this.

“Grinding on fucking Eddie Munson. For what, just to get my attention?” Oh, that was why he was so upset.

In your drunken and Steve-filled haze, you hadn’t even realized who you were grinding on. Eddie and you had hooked up freshman year a couple times, he was a very tentative lover, but he could never fuck like Steve.

Steve knew about this, which is why he was extra angry. Eddie, his best friend, rekindling with his old freshman flame that Steve was now fucking. Oh, Steve was about to burst a blood vessel.

“Actually…” You reached into your cleavage to pull out the perfectly wrapped joint Eddie had given you, “For this.”

He rolls his eyes, “Prostitution for drugs? Real classy.” He speaks, and you know he’s joking, but his hard face doesn’t falter.

“I think you need to relax, Stevie. C’mere, I can help.” You smile sweetly, you watch his shoulders sag a little, some of the tension leaving his body as he makes his way over to you. His face is still stone cold, though.

“I think you need to stop being such a slut at all these parties. It’s a real turn off when you grind on every frat guy you can find.” He stands in front of where you’re seated in the bed, gripping you harshly by your chin to make you look up at him.

“I think it turns you on.” You murmur, letting your hand trail up his thigh, “Knowing all these guys want me, but only you can fuck me how I need it.”

His eyes shut at your words, head falling back as he lets out a deep groan.

“What about that little redhead? Not pretty enough?” You ask, a twinge of jealousy sitting at the pit of your stomach that you’d been pushing down all night.

“No one is as pretty as my girl.” The softness in his voice startles you, but also makes your thighs clench. He obviously notices, and his evil smirk comes back on his face.

Before he can open his mouth to tease you, you stand up, turning him and pushing him to sit on the bed now. You reach into his bedside table and find a lighter, lighting the joint with ease and inhaling deeply.

You hold the smoke in your throat, crawling onto Steve lap and bringing your thumb to his chin to open his mouth. He immediately responds, hands on your waist, pulling you closer while he leans in with lips parted. You let your lips part and watch Steve take all your leftover smoke into his mouth before pressing his plump lips to yours.

You moan into Steve’s mouth, tasting the alcohol and smoke on his tongue, your eyes watering as the smoke tickles the back of your throat and sends warmth throughout your whole body.

Steve’s lips begin to trail down your neck, marking you like he always does. You bring the joint to your mouth, taking another drag and whimpering when Steve begins to rock your hips against his jeans, “S-steve..”

“Yeah, baby?” He replies breathlessly, continuing to slowly rock you back and forth over his clothed cock.

The joint is beginning to hit you, you feel yourself getting lightheaded and smiley. The mix of your high and Steve’s slow grinding is making you throb and clench around nothing. “I need you. S-so bad.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you grinded all over Eddie.” He speaks cruelly in your ear before stopping his movements completely, taking his hands and lips off you.

You whine at the loss, beginning to rock yourself against him on your own, causing him to laugh at your desperation.

“Aww.. is my baby so desperate for Stevie’s dick? All high and needy.” His words snap you back to reality and you open your eyes to meet his dark ones, dancing with mischief and power.

But you know who really has the power.

You stop your grinding, standing up and taking another hit of the joint as you begin to walk towards the door.

“W-wait, where are you going?” Steve immediately stands up, confusion and disappointment written all over this face.

You giggle at him, the weed making everything seem so much funnier to you, “Going to find Eddie, obvi. If you’re not going to take care of my problem, I know who will.”

“No, no, no baby. I’ll take care of you. Such good care of you, don’t go. Please, need you so bad.” He pleads grabbing you by your arm and pulling you into him so he can bury his face in your neck.

You use your free hand to grab his hair and pull him away from your neck, making him whine at the feeling of his hair being tugged. He meets your eyes, his glassy from alcohol and probably some of the weed. His lips were swollen and he looked so fucking desperate. You bring your joint to his lips and watch him take a hit. When he breathes out, you attach your lips to his, hungry and harsh.

He whines into your mouth, grabbing under your thighs and lifting you up, carrying you to the bed and throwing you down. He quickly slides off your jeans, kissing down your stomach and thighs as he does so.

Your high makes everything feel so much more intense, with the joint not even have done, burning in your hand, you reach your free hand down to tug his hair again. “Steve, please..”

Your whining makes him smirk, “Want my mouth, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes, Stevie, need it so bad.”

“Only for you, baby.” He slides your panties off, spreading your legs and looking at your pretty, leaking pussy. “Fuck, all for me babe?” You immediately nod, the mix of weed and alcohol leaving no room for shame, “Gonna make you feel so good, better than anyone else can.”

His mouth attaches to you and the whine that leaves you is uncontrollably loud, you’re thankful the music is still blasting downstairs. Steve leaves open mouthed kisses on your core, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking harshly. Your hips jerk up and he presses both his palms flat on your stomach to hold you down. “So sensitive baby..” He murmurs in awe, lips glistening with your arousal, “Gotta calm down, you can’t cum until I’m all done tasting you.”

His words make you whine louder, your hips trying to buck up to get away, the pleasure of his tongue too much for your poor pussy. The joint is still hanging between your fingertips and Steve notices it, his eyes sparkling with an idea.

You’re too focused on his mouth to even realize his hand snaked up to pluck the joint from you. He pulls back and you whine in protest, lifting your head to look down at him with your red droopy eyes and parted lips.

“Shh, I know baby. Relax, Stevie’s gonna make you feel so good.” His brown eyes are sparkling with want as he looks up at you with his shiny chin and his wet lips wrap around the joint, taking a long drag.

Then, he blows the smoke right on your clit, “O-ohh f-fuck Stevie!” Your high pitched moan bounces off the walls and at this point you’re sure you must be louder than the party downstairs.

Your hips twitch uncontrollably and he takes another drag, this time attaching to your clit with the smoke still swirling in his mouth.

The mix of his wet tongue and the warm smoke hitting your clit sends you over the edge. You see stars, head falling back against the pillow while your hips buck wildly, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure while moaning Steve’s name over and over like a prayer.

Steve doesn’t relent though, holding your hips firmly against the bed, probably leaving bruises in the wake. You start pulling at his hair to get him off, “S-stevie, s’too much.” Your eyes are prickling with tears at this point, and after one final tug, he finally lets off.

The sight of him almost makes you cum again, his lips and chin soaked in your arousal, lips plump and swollen and his big beautiful eyes shining up at you.

“You still want to find Eddie?” He asks.

You laugh breathlessly at his words, “Just get up here and fuck me, Harrington.”

[prettypiscesgal]

Love Language

Summary: You finish a little too soon and Steve makes fun of you for it, so of course you get him back.

Warnings: [18+] Smut

Listen while reading: Love language - SZA

“Oh f-fuck!” You moan, clenching the sheets of Steve’s bed as you, embarrassingly, cum a little too early.

“Um.. What just happened?” Steve says, his hands raised in the air as he watches you writhe and shake underneath him.

You breath heavily, still on your hands and knees as Steve’s dick stays seated inside of you.

“Um..” You breath, your face heating up in embarrassment.

“Did you just-” Steve cuts himself up with a sharp and breathless cackle.

“Stoooop” You whine, face turning red as you bury it in the pillow in front of you.

“Oh baby, it’s okay.” He says sweetly, but still laughing as he pulls out of you and turns you to face him.

You try to fight him, not wanting him to see you, but he’s much stronger. He rolls you over and you immediately cover your red face with both your hands. You can’t bare to look at him after cumming in less than a minute.

In your defense, you hadn’t had sex in at least a week, both of you too busy with work and school.

“Baby, lemme see you.” He murmurs, burying his face in your neck and placing soft kisses at the flushed skin there.

“I can’t. I’m so embarrassed.” Your voice is muffled behind your hands.

“S’not your fault. I just fuck you too good, huh? Missed me?” You can feel his evil smirk in the crook of your neck.

“You’re bein mean.” You mumble.

He lifts his head up and pulls your hands from your face, forcing you to finally look at him after the most embarrassing moment of your life. “You like when I’m mean. Bet you’re clenching around nothing right now, huh?”

You hate that he’s right. Being mean to each other was basically your guys’ love language.

“S’okay baby, still too sensitive or you gonna let me have my fun too?” He smirks as he says it and you hit his chest in annoyance. “C’mon, just gave you an orgasm in 30 seconds and you’re not gonna return the favor?”

You know what he’s doing, trying to rile you up. Unfortunately it works and you immediately reach down to squeeze his cock that’s been so neglected. His hips immediately jerk forward and a whine comes from him.

“Let me feel you. Barely got any time, missed your sweet pussy.” He pleads, another whine leaving him as you slowly stroke him.

“I would but I’m just too.. sensitive.” You exaggerate the word, clearly getting back at him for teasing you so much.

His eyes meet yours and he realizes that the tables have unfortunately turned, he was the pathetic one now, wanting nothing more than to be inside you again.

“P-please baby, I’m sorry.. didn’t mean it.” His pleas make an evil smirk form on your face, your hand is moving so slowly, a feather light touch that is nowhere close to enough for him.

“I don’t forgive you.” You speak calmly, “How about we see how sensitive you are?”

Before he can understand what you mean, you press the pad of your thumb hard into the head of his cock. A loud, startled moan escapes him and then his arms start to shake from where they are holding himself up on either side of your head. You watch his biceps flex, and then you feel it.

Long ropes of cum hit your stomach, some even reaching up towards your breast. Steve can’t stop moaning as it happens, whole body tensing. You look down and watch how his abs flex and his hips stutter.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him cum so much.

When he’s finally done, chest heaving and hips still stuttering in small aftershocks, he meets your eyes and he immediately regrets looking up at you.

You’re staring at him with a small smirk on your face and then you use your fingers to swipe his spend off one of your breasts and you bring it up to your mouth, sucking and moaning at the taste of him, all while never breaking eye contact.

And then he cums again.

His face scrunches up like he’s in pain and you watch him come undone for the second time, “F-fuck, baby.”

He falls on top of you, whining into your neck and gripping you by your waist so hard you know he left bruises. You could feel his cock twitching against your stomach as cum continually leaks out like he can’t even control it. He moans your name over and over like a plea, like you can somehow help him when in reality you just make him worse.

Once he’s finally calmed, breath fanning evenly across your neck where his face is buried, you begin to laugh.

“Shut up.”

“Looks like you’re even more pathetic than me.”

[prettypiscesgal]

Ain’t no mountain high enough

Summary: After Mando suffers a head injury, you’re quick to go help, even though he denies he needs it

Warnings: just fluff

Listen while reading:

Ain’t no mountain high enough - Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

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“Mando!” You shout, watching him lay on the ground, groaning in pain, his head was lolling back and forth as if trying to keep himself conscious.

He managed to take down the bounty, but not without taking a few blows. You watched as he collapsed on the floor once he completed the bounty. Now, you were sprinting towards him.

“Mando.” You say, collapsing on your knees beside him and shaking his shoulders. “Come on, time to get up. The kid has been whining for you.” You say, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and helping him up.

He groans as you bring him to his feet before he pushes away from you, “M’fine.” He gruffly replies, straightening himself out.

You scoff at him. He always just wants to seem so tough. You know he took a hard blow to the head, you only hope it’s not too bad. You don’t know how to treat it when you couldn’t take off his helmet. “Mando.. You’re stumbling around. Just let me help.”

“N-no, it’s fine.” He stutters out, stumbling towards the ship. “Just need to take a lil nap..”

He sounds drunk and you’re nervous. Why’d he always have to be so stubborn? “Mando, you’re not fine. And you can’t go to sleep, you could have a concussion.”

“Pfft. Concussion? Nuh-uh” You almost want to laugh at how he tipsy he sounds. He turns around to look at you, motioning to himself, “I’m in perfect condition.”

“Really?” You cross your arms, raising your eyebrows.

“Yes. Watch.” He does a couple spins, as if that is supposed to prove anything. Then, he begins to fall toward, catching himself as you reach out, ready to catch him.

He giggles to himself and now you’re really concerned. Tired of his antics, you grab his hand and drag him towards the ship. He stumbles messily behind you, trying to keep up as you drag him.

Stepping onto the ship, you throw him into a chair and go search through the medicine cabinet. The most you can do is find some pills for him to take. You hear a soft cooing and turn around to find Mando on his stomach, feet kicking in the air and he plays with the kid.

“Aww, you’re so cute aren’t you?” He whispers to the little child, rubbing his ears as it happily coos.

You smile to yourself, pulling Mando up by his cape and plopping him back into the chair. Him and the child both whine at the fact you have broken them apart.

“Okay, I found some medicine I need you to take. It’s our best option. Do you have any other injuries?” You asks, wanting know if there is something you can treat without breaking his creed.

“No, ma’am.” He replies, you can hear the smile in his voice and if makes you flush.

“I’ll leave you alone to take it then. Do not fall asleep.” You point a stern finger at him. He nods once in reply.

You pick up the child on your way out, glancing back one more time before climbing into the cockpit. You hear him mutter what sounded like, “Night, mesh’la.”

-

“Mando?” You call out. No response.

You curse as you climb down from the cockpit. You hope he isn’t asleep, but you know deep down he probably is. You just hope his helmet is still on.

You thank Maker when you find him passed out, helmet still on, but at least the medicine is gone. You smile softly, walking over and shaking him.

“Mando?” You whisper, “C’mon, time to get up.”

He groans, shaking his head in protest before turning to look at you. You give him a soft smile, thankful that he isn’t dead.

“How’re you feeling?” You ask.

“Better.” He grumbles, seeming like his old self again, “Sorry about..”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s quite funny to see the big bad Mandalorian giggling and spinning around.”

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle and you know if you could see his face he would be beet red. “Yeah..”

“I’ll go get you some water.” You say, starting to walk away before a hand grabs onto you.

“Thank you.” He says softly, the softest you’ve ever heard him say anything. Your whole face flushes at the sudden intimacy.

“You’re welcome, Mando.” You mutter back at him sheepishly, eyes trained on his helmet as if you could see his eyes from underneath it.

“Din.” He replies.

“Gesundheit.” You reply, turning to leave again and he chuckles.

“No. Din. That’s my name.” You turn back to him in shock.

“What?” You gasp, running back over to him as he stands up on wobbly knees.

“Mando, why would you tell me that?” You rush out nervously, “Is that breaking your creed-”

“Shh.” He replies, cutting you off as he holds your arms, trying to calm you down. “Don’t worry about it, mesh’la”

“You said that last night.”

“Said what?”

“Mesh’la.” You murmur, looking up at his helmet and seeing your reflection in it, “What does it mean?”

He goes silent, just staring down at you. The only sense you have that he hasn’t knocked out again is his hands, which are now brushing down your arm to hold your hands in his. You look down at the gesture with a blushing face.

“Beautiful.” He finally speaks and it catches you offguard.

“Huh?”

“It means beautiful.” He admits, bringing your hand up to his helmet and holding it against where his cheek would be, sighing as if he could feel the touch.

“Are you sure you’re not shitting me and it actually means dickwad or something?” You whisper and smile brightly when you’re met with a deep chuckle.

“I would never lie about something like that.” He whispers in reply and you feel your face heat up. “You’re a little red. You alright?”

You can hear the teasing in his voice and you roll your eyes at him, “Fuck you, Din.”

“Not what I expected to hear when you first said my name, but it still sounds so good coming from you.” He admits and you’re not sure you could get anymore red.

“You know, you should get a concussion more often. It makes you such a romantic.” You tease him and he laughs, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, the cool metal a harsh contrast against your burning skin.

“As long as you take care of me after.”

“You know I always will. Just call my name, Din.”

“I always will, Y/N.”

[prettypiscesgal]

where tf are all the jim halpert imagines?? y’all slacking and it’s NOT okay

[prettypiscesgal]

These Days

Summary: These days you were always grateful for, just you and your boyfriend figuring out life together.

Warnings: Just Fluff.

Listen while reading:

These days - The Wallows

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“AAAAH!” You heard a high pitched scream coming from your apartment while carrying the groceries up.

You quickly drop everything from your hands, running to unlock the door and hoping to god Peter was okay.

“Peter!” You shout, opening the door to find him clinging to the roof and looking to the ground in fear.

“What..” You start, and Peter looks to you, eyes full of fear.

“Look.” He whispers, pointing to the floor and you look to find a cockroach scurrying around the ground.

“You gotta be kidding me..” You sigh, shaking your head. “Peter. You have fucking super strength.”

“Yeah, but they’re gross.” He whines, unclinging from the roof to hop down on the counter, still eyeing the bug in fear.

“We’ll I’m not going near that thing. As the man of the house you have to kill it.” You reply and he scoffs, looking at you exasperatedly.

“B-But..” He tries to argue and you raise your eyebrows, “But it’s scary.”

“Put you big boy pants on and kill the damn thing.”

———

“This is not what I meant.” You sigh, watching Peter in his full spiderman outfit, crawling on the roof above the cockroach, trying to figure out the best approach on how to kill it.

“Shh. I’m concentrating.” He mumbles and you sigh again, watching your boyfriend make a fool of himself.

“I could just call Steve-”

“No! I am the man of the house, I will do this.” He states proudly and you raise your hands up in surrender.

“Whatever you say.” You reply, watching as he climbs down and holds up a shoe to smush it.

Right as he throws the shoe, the cockroach starts flying, causing both of you to let out high pitched screams as it starts swarming around your apartment.

Peter jumps into your arms, holding onto your body tightly as you let out an ‘oof’ sound, struggling under his full body weight.

“Okay, you can call Steve.” He murmurs, holding onto you for dear life.

———

“And.. there.” Steve says, casually hitting the bug that had been tormenting you two with the back of his hand.

“Thanks.” You and Peter reply, and he simply says it was ‘no problem’ while leaving.

“God, that was so embarrassing. He probably thinks I’m such a loser.” Peter groans, hiding his face in his hands.

“He does not. You’re just a little sensitive around bugs, and that’s fair considering how you became Spiderman.” You comfort, rubbing his back.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiles, pulling you in for a hug and sighing at the smell of your comforting perfume.

“You know, if I let the thing bite me I could’ve been cockgirl-”

“Don’t ruin the moment, please.”

“Sorry.”

[prettypiscesgal]

Woman in Love

Summary: You invite your friends over to your house and your dad, Hopper, walks in at a bad time.

Warning: A little bit of smut if you squint & fluff.

Listen while reading:

Woman in love - Barbra Streisand

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Being the daughter of the chief was a struggle for a teenager girl who just wants to have a little fun. With everything that's gone on in this town, he's of course very protective.

But it can be so annoying sometimes.

Today was one of those times.

Dad has a strict rule about keeping the door open 3 inches when I have boys over. I can understand the rule, he thinks I'm too young to be doing anything, but the thing is I don't like boys.

So, inviting my friends over when they're boys is always so embarrassing. That's why I regret ever agreeing to having the group over at my place.

"Dad, please don't embarrass me." I beg as I peek out the window, checking to see if Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and Robin have pulled up yet.

"I don't even know why you need two boys over. One is already pushing it." He grumbles from the kitchen.

"I'm 18 dad, just let me hang out with my friends in peace." I reply, turning to look at him and he just mumbles something about 'still in high school' and 'you act like a child' under his breath.

I roll my eyes and then hear a knock on the door. I rush over and open it to find my four best friends and I try to quickly usher them to my room before my dad can catch them.

Unfortunately, he still catches them.

Robin and Nancy successfully make it through the threshold of my room, but Steve and Eddie are both pulled back by large hands on their shoulders.

Hopper glares down at them and they both look about ready to piss themselves.

"Dad.." I warn him, knowing what's coming.

"Just need to tell them the ground rules." He replies, not even glancing at me. "Door open three inches. Always. Got it?"

They both aggressively nod.

"No kissing, touching, or any naughty business-"

"Dad!"

"And!" He raises a finger, pointing it in both of their scared faces. "Remember. I have a gun."

"Oh my god, dad!" I say exasperatedly as I pull Steve and Eddie by their arms and into my room, about to close the door behind me when he shouts 'three inches!'

"Yeah, got it!" I reply back, rolling my eyes and turning to find a scared looking Steve and Eddie, Nancy and Robin trying to hold back their laughter.

"Pussies." Robin mumbles, making us all break out into a laugh, except Steve and Eddie.

"Shut up, Robin. I'm just waiting for the day he finds out about you two and then you're the one shitting your pants." He says, pointing between Robin and I and I roll my eyes with a laugh, falling on the bed next to Robin and cuddling up beside her.

"Don't be jealous just because Robin likes boobies more than she likes your Farrah Fawcett hair." I reply and Robin cackles sharply while Steve glares at me.

"Did Henderson tell you that? He's fucking dead." He mumbles the last part to himself and I can tell he's blushing because Nancy now knows his embarrassing secret.

“You know, coincidentally, three inches is also the size of Steve’s-”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Robin.” Steve glares, one hand on his hip and one pointing at her like a mother threatening her child.

"Okay, I think we play some Truth or Dare to spice this up, what about you guys?" Eddie asks, hopping to his feet with a mischievous smile.

"I don't know.." I reply glancing towards my door in hesitation.

Eddie peeks out of the room to see Hopper lying on the recliner completely knocked out and he smiles before shutting the door all the way.

"Eddie!" I whisper shout at him, my eyes wide.

"He's knocked out, it's fine. Come on." He says gesturing for us all to sit on the floor of my room. I roll my eyes, but do it anyway.

"Okay, who's going first?" Eddie asks. No one responds so he rolls his eyes, "Okay, Wheeler. Truth or dare?"

"Um.. dare?" She replies, seeming timid with Eddie's evil smile on her.

"I dare you and Harrington to spend seven minutes in heaven." He smiles cheekily, pointing towards my closet and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Whoa, whoa. I don't need any weird substances on my clothes-" Robin cuts me off by slapping a hand to my mouth and smiling cheekily back at Eddie.

I hate these stupid matchmakers.

"Go ahead." Robin nods to the door and Nancy and Steve both grumble, but make their way inside the closet anyway.

When they're shut inside, we all wait patiently to see if we hear any noises. Eventually we get too bored and just decide to chat about random stuff.

“Hey, how long have they been in there?” Eddie suddenly asks and we all look at each other, shrugging.

Eddie stands up and goes to open the door. When he does we all gasp at the sight of Steve and Nancy sucking face. They both quickly pull away when they realize they’ve been caught.

Nancy blushes and Steve awkwardly clears his throat, “Um.. We’re going to get going actually. It’s late.” Steve says, grabbing Nancy’s hand and dragging her out of the room.

“Hey, wait! You’re my ride, Harrington!” Eddie yells, chasing the couple out the door.

I turn to look at Robin with wide eyes and she looks at me with the same expression. Then we both burst out into laughter.

After laughing about the chaotic situation for a good couple of minutes, we find ourselves laying on my bed, cuddled up and listen to the soft sounds of Woman in Love by Barbra Streisand playing from my stereo.

“You smell really good.” I mumble into Robin’s neck and hear the sound of her raspy giggle.

“I put my best perfume on just for you, sugar.” She replies and I blush in response, kissing her neck gently.

“What? You think you were gonna get lucky tonight?” I tease with a small smile, pulling away to look at her pretty face.

“Well, duh.” She replies and I giggle before pressing my lips against hers. The kiss is soft and sensual and I pull away to lick my lips.

“Are you wearing Cherry Cola Chapstick?” I smile, smacking my lips at the taste.

“You know it’s your favorite.” She huskily replies, pulling me back onto her lips by the collar of my shirt.

I move to straddle her, kissing her more desperate and rutting my hips against her thigh. She smiles into the kiss and flips us over, one of her legs slotted between mine so I can relive some of the pressure building.

She pulls away to watch me grinding against her thigh, sighing out a laugh, “There you go, pretty girl, use me.”

I whimper, trying to keep quiet since my dad is still in the house. She goes back to kissing me and I feel lightheaded with pleasure.

Suddenly the door that was once closed, slams open and the sound of my dads voice fills the room, “I told you, three inch-!”

I gasp when Robin pulls away and look to see my dad standing there, beet red.

“D-Dad!” I sputter, embarrassed. “Get out!”

“I-I’m sorry, I thought.. I’m sorry.” He stutters, shutting the door and I turn to Robin who looks back at me shocked.

Then she starts to laugh.

“It’s not funny, idiot.” I groan throwing a pillow at her, and this causes her to start full on cackling.

“I’m sorry..” She says, trying to catch her breath after her fit of laughter, “But that was really awkward. I can’t believe that happened.”

“That was terrible.” I groan, covering my face with my hands.

“Aww, sweetie. It’s alright. Look on the bright side, he doesn’t seem homophobic.” She shrugs, “He just seemed really uncomfortable. Which is fair when you walk in on your daughter heavily sucking face with someone-”

“You know, you’re really bad at comforting people.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” She smiles.

———

“See you tomorrow.” I smile, giving Robin a kiss on the cheek.

She waves goodbye and I shut the door behind her. I turn around and find my dad standing awkwardly.

“Dad, about earlier..” I start to say, but he just puts a hand up signaling me to stop.

“Just-” He starts and I wait nervously for whatever he’s going to say, “Just keep the door open three inches.”

I smile brightly and run over to him, hugging him tightly. He smiles, hugging me back and resting his chin on my head.

“Love you, dad.”

“Love you too, kiddo.”

[prettypiscesgal]

Miracle man

Summary: You learn the lyrics to the songs on Corroded Coffin’s set list and Eddie gets a little too excited when he sees you singing along.

Warnings: Fluff & alluding to smut

Listen while reading:

Miracle Man - Ozzy Osbourne

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“It seems a lot more packed today.” You observe as Eddie parks his van at the local bar they played at. The rest of the band was in the back of the van with their instruments, discussing their set list for tonight.

“Just makes this all the more exciting.” Eddie smiles, practically bouncing in his seat like a giddy child.

Eddie has finally mastered “Miracle Man” by Ozzy Osbourne on his guitar. He had kicked you out of his room many times so he could practice because he wanted it to be a surprise. He did the same with “Master of Puppets.”

But this time you also had a surprise of your own.

You knew how passionate he was about music, and you felt bad when he would rant about a new Metallica or Slayer song that had come out that you hadn’t heard or didn’t particularly like. Or when he’d play a song for you two to jam out to and you didn’t know the lyrics.

So, you decided as a little gift, you would listen and memorize the lyrics to the new song, and a couple of others, he’d been obsessed with. And that obviously included “Miracle Man.”

And so while he was trying to learn how to play the chords on his guitar, you were rewinding his tape that you stole to try to understand each lyric Ozzy sung.

You were surprised to find that you actually kind of liked the song. And now was the day you were going to sing it in the, apparently packed, crowd.

“You excited? You look excited.” You tease with a smile.

“Of course I’m excited. M’ fucking itchin’ to get on stage. Lets do this boys!” He shouts, banging his hand against the roof a couple of times before hopping out of the van to run and grab his precious guitar from the back.

———

This is the first real crowd Corroded Coffin has ever gotten and it’s amazing. Everyone is out of there seats and jumping and singing along to each song. You can’t help but smile at the fact that Eddie and his band are finally getting acknowledged for their talent.

“Thank you!” Eddie speaks into the microphone, just finishing up one of the other songs on his set list you didn’t know. “Now this next one I want everyone to sing along! Hit it!”

Your jaw drops when Eddie starts absolutely shredding on the guitar, his tongue pressing into his top lip as he focuses hard on playing each chord just right.

“Oh my god, is it getting hot in here..?” You mumble under your breath, fanning yourself a couple of times.

“I’m lookin’ for a miracle man.. that tells me no lies.” Eddie sings into the microphone, still shredding on the guitar as everyone starts to hoot and holler.

You finally snap out of your trance and push closer to the front so you’re touching the stage, a little to the left of where Eddie is standing.

“I don’t know where he’ll come from..” He sings, side-glancing to catch your eye and smiling cheekily when he does. He winks and you laugh, flipping him the bird. “And I don’t know where he’s been.”

Cheeky man.

He suddenly stops playing to grab the microphone completely, walking closer to the front of the crowd. Luckily Jeff quickly picks up on Eddie’s guitar part and starts playing. “Sing it with me!”

“Miracle man!” He sings, then holds the microphone up for the rest of the bar to sing.

“Got busted!” They all shout back at him, making him smile, a happy glimmer in his eyes that makes your heart melt.

“Miracle man!”

“Got busted!” You shout loudly, and even though they’re are at least 30 other people shouting it as well, he seems to catch your voice. He turns to look at you with a shocked expression.

“Today I saw a miracle man on tv cryin’..” You mouth the words and Eddie’s jaw drops, struggling to focus on singing the lyrics.

He scoffs a laugh, shaking his head at you in disbelief while barely continuing to sing the lyrics. You can’t help but smile at your success of throwing him off.

He shakes his head, his eyes squinting at you in mock annoyance as he mouths, ‘naughty girl’ before grabbing on his guitar to get ready for his big solo.

“Miracle man!” He sings and he doesn’t even have to say anything before they’re screaming “got busted!” right back at him.

“Miracle man!” He sings again, flipping his hair back out of his face in the most sensual motion you’ve ever seen.

He is definitely getting some tonight.

“Got busted!” You scream back, jumping up and down and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker to your chest in your tiny tank top.

“Miracle man.” He sings and after one more scream of “got busted,” he’s backing from the mic, and readjusting the strap of his guitar.

He points to you with a smile and wink, before looking back to his guitar and playing the most impressive solo you’ve heard from him yet.

Your jaw drops yet again and you’re practically salivating at the sight of his ringed fingers moving across the guitar so quickly. He’s flipping his hair, leaning every which way as he lets the music flow through him. You have to clench your thighs as millions of ideas run through your dirty mind.

The rest of the song is a blur, hell, the rest of their performance is a blur. You’re just focused on Eddie and how sexy he looks up on that stage. You’re able to focus enough to sing along to some of the other songs you memorized though and Eddie’s shocked face is worth it every time.

After playing the last song, you go over to the bar while you wait for them to clean up and transport all their stuff back into the van.

“Now what the hell was that back there, hm?” You hear a low voice murmur in your ear from behind and you try to fight a smirk.

“What do you mean?” You shrug, sipping on the drink you ordered while waiting for Eddie.

“Since when do you know Ozzy? And Motley? And fucking Judas Preist?” He says, grabbing the stool next to yours and pulling it closer to take up all your personal space. “I remember your taste only consisting of Bowie, Bee Gees, and maybe Marvin Gaye if you were feelin’ a little frisky.”

“I listen to lots of music.” You reply nonchalantly with a shrug.

He narrows his eyes at you, accessing you, before breaking out in a shit-eating grin, “You learned them for me?”

“Nope. I just happened to know them.” You reply, still keeping up your little facade.

“Aww. You’re such a sweet thing, aren’t you?” He leans over wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. “Mm, fuck, sending me straight to semi-city.”

You groan, holding back a cackle, “You’re a pig.”

“Oh, please, don’t talk dirty to me sweet thing, I can’t walk out of here with a tent in my pants.” He hums into your neck and you scoff, pushing him off of you and storming away in mock annoyance.

“Baby!? Come on, I need your assistance to fix this situation!”

[prettypiscesgal]

Are we still friends? 2

part 2 - read part 1 here

Summary: You have a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie, but it all falls apart after the beautiful Chrissy Cunningham catches his eye.

Listen while reading: ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? - Tyler, the creator.

————

“Hey, sorry I’m late. Mr. Collins was on my ass about-” My explanation dies on my tongue as I take in the scene before me.

Chrissy was sat on my seat next to Eddie, her cute cheer uniform still on and she’s smiling softly, giving me a little wave.

It’s been a week and I’ve tried, really tried, to wash down my hate and jealousy. The fact Eddie could so easily jump into a relationship with Chrissy after keeping me a secret for months. I’ve endured him, trying not to let him notice how much I despise him. I know it’s not fair to hate him for not having the same feelings as me.

He’s not a villain, he just doesn’t love me.

But it’s very hard. I haven’t talked to him much. Always giving him short responses and ignoring him to speak to Dustin or Mike. And i’ve started walking home so I don’t have to sit in a car with him and Chrissy. I don’t think I could handle that.

“Hey Y/N.” Eddie smiles as if everything was normal. “We already started without you, but you can still pull up a chair.”

They started without me.

They never start without me.

Yeah, it’s not like I’m a player, but they always wait for me to start.

And Eddie always saves that seat for me.

Always.

Fuck, I know it’s not that big of a deal, but I can feel my eyes starting to tear up. I can’t stop crying, I haven’t been able to stop crying over everything recently.

“Um, actually I’ll just skip out on watching this one.” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “But, um, I’ll just see you guys at my place later for the party.”

“Party?” Eddie says, his eyebrows scrunching.

“Dude.” Dustin rolls his eyes, “The birthday party for her cat? Bowie? The one she’s been planning since September?”

“Oh, right! Sorry, brain fart.” He smiles, shaking his head and I look at the ground, trying to hide how my lip quivers.

He can’t even remember the party. The party I spent all those late nights talking with him about. He wasn’t even listening, no, probably just waiting until he could take my clothes off.

Fuck him.

“Eddie. What about our date?” Chrissy whispers softly, looking to him.

“Fuck, you’re right, princess.” He says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “Sorry. We planned to go out tonight.”

“No, it’s all good.” I reply, quickly wiping my tears before anyone could see. There’s no way I’ll ever let this asshole see me cry over him. “I was actually going to cancel the party. I mean, who throws a birthday party for a cat anyway?”

I awkwardly laugh, everyone else looking at me worriedly, “But we’ve been talking about it for months. You’ve been planning it for even longer.” Mike says.

“Yeah, but it’s stupid. Its all stupid!” I exclaim, my arms flailing wildly. Everyone is looking at me with concerned expressions. Except Eddie. He’s just looking down at the table as if I wasn’t even there. “I’ll see you Monday.”

I ran back to my house, crying my heart out the whole way home. I was sick of feeling like this. Sick of being the second option. Hell, if we’re honest, I wasn’t even an option.

It doesn’t matter now. Eddie found his person and I have no one.

I suck it up for a couple hours, long enough to pull out the cake I had made for Bowie and light some candles on it. After, we cuddled and watched his favorite movie, Labyrinth, of course.

“I’m sorry more people couldn’t come. I kind of have no friends now.” I whisper to Bowie, cuddling him tighter to me.

“Meow.”

“Except you of course. You’re my best friend.”

———

“You’re such a fucking idiot, Eddie.” Dustin said, pulling Eddie away from the group to scold him.

“What’d I do now, Henderson?” Eddie replies, pulling his head back in confusion and shock.

“Can’t you see how horribly you’re treating Y/N. You really skipped Bowie’s party for a date? You know how much that meant to her!” Dustin scolds, pressing his finger into Eddie’s chest accusingly.

“I..” He trails off, not knowing how to respond to that. In reality, he’d been focusing so much on Chrissy and their relationship because he was scared. It was new and fragile and he didn’t want to upset her and have her leave. He cared about her.

“Do you even care about Y/N anymore?”

“Of course I do! What the fuck are you on about!?” He replied immediately, becoming defensive.

“You have basically shut her out every since you got with Chrissy. God, are you really this dense?” Dustin shakes his head like a disappointed mother.

“No I..” Once again, he cuts himself off. He knows it’s true. He has shut her out and he hasn’t been focusing on her because of Chrissy.

Because he knows she can so easily destroy their relationship with one look.

“I love her.” Eddie admits and Dustin’s jaw drops. Eddie’s eyes widen at what he just admitted. Of course he loves her. He was just so sick of waiting for her to give him any sign that she felt the same. And when she didn’t even flinch at the idea of him asking Chrissy out, he thought he should just move on.

That proved as a difficult task because no matter how hard he tried to focus on just Chrissy, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t replace her.

“Well, you got a funny way of showing it, idiot!” Dustin yelled, stomping away and leaving Eddie alone to dwell on his own idiotic mistakes.

———

I decided to skip school today and cuddle up with Bowie. I need some time to recollect myself and all my emotions. Because I think if I saw Eddie right now, I’d immediately slap him in the face.

“Bowie? Where you going?” I ask, watching as the cat suddenly jumps out of my arms and runs over to the window. I climb out of bed and walk over to the window.

“Nothing’s here, b- OH MY GOD!” I scream when a head comes popping in the frame of my window and I fall backwards onto my ass.

I look back up to the window to find Eddie’s face, snickering at the fact he just scared me so bad I fell on my ass.

Oh, he is so lucky I took those anger management classes back in 7th grade.

“What do you want?” I ask, opening my window to look down at him, who’s currently clinging to the roof of my garage.

“Can I come in?” He asks, looking down at the 10 foot drop with a gulp, and then back to me.

“No. Go hang out with Chrissy or something.” I roll my eyes, looking to Bowie at my side who is glaring at Eddie.

“Meow.”

“Bowie doesn’t want you here either, so..” I shrug, starting to close my window, but he quickly grabs it with his hand and pushes it back open.

“Okay, Bowie loves me.” Bowie replies with a hiss to his words and I just raise my eyebrows with an ‘i told you so’ look. “Come on, I just want to apologize.”

“To me, or Bowie?” I ask.

“Both of you.” He says, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. Which, even though I’m so fucking pissed at him, look really pretty in this lighting.

Oh, fuck him and his perfect eyes.

I groan, walking away from the window and leaving it open so he can climb through. I can practically hear his grin as he stumbles through the window, into my room.

“How would Chrissy feel knowing your alone in another girl’s bedroom?” I can’t help how much venom is in my voice. I don’t have anything against Chrissy, I’m just a jealous bitch.

“We broke up.” He replies and I quickly turn to face him with a shocked face.

“What!?”

“Because I love you.”

“What!?”

“I said-”

“I know what you said, numb nuts.” I scoff, “God, what are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?”

“I.. what?” He looks at me, confused and a little scared.

“You are such a fucking mess, Eddie.” I groan, dragging my hands down my face. “If you love me, why’d you get with Chrissy? Why’d you treat me like shit after you got with Chrissy? Why’d you just use me for sex all those months before that? Why did you break up with her and come crawling to me as if that immediately fixes everything? Fuck you!”

“I-” He just stares in shock, opening and closing his mouth while trying to think of how to respond. “I didn’t know you liked me back-”

“Didn’t know!?” I cut him off, “Are you blind? Or are you just stupid?”

“Okay, fuck!” He finally shouts, flailing his arms around. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. You’re right, I’m a mess! I never had girls actually want me before, I’ve always just been the freak, and you were the first girl to ever show interest in me. And I didn’t even know what to do or think and I thought you just wanted sex and didn’t want to actually be seen with the ‘Freak of Hawkins’. I mean, fuck, you were the closest thing I had to a girlfriend before Chrissy. I thought I could just start dating Chrissy and replace you because I couldn’t take just having sex with you and not loving you. But obviously that didn’t work and I found out that she was just dating me out of pity, so, I’m sorry and I love you and I don’t know what else to say.”

We both stare at each other with wide eyes, Eddie breathing heavily after his long rant. I look down to the ground while I try to process everything.

I mean, as far as excuses go, I suppose that was a pretty good one. I guess we were both just pretty blind and stupid.

“Um.. So Chrissy said she dated you out of pity?” I ask, looking up at him. He nods with his head down. “Wow. That’s pretty embarrassing for you.”

“Fuck you.” He laughs, shaking his head and I smile at the sight of his pretty face.

“I can’t believe you were trying to replace me with Chrissy. God, you’re an idiot.” I say, pushing at his shoulder.

“I know.” He pushes my hand away, smiling at me, “So.. you forgive me?”

“No.” I reply and his whole face drops.

“Oh come on, what do I have to do?” He whines, giving me those same puppy dog eyes.

“Get on your knees and convince me.”

His eyes shine at my words, “Gladly.”

———

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[prettypiscesgal]

Are we still friends?

Summary: You have a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie, but it all falls apart after the beautiful Chrissy Cunningham catches his eye.

Listen while reading: ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? - Tyler the Creator

part 1 - read part 2 here

“Eddie-” I try to say, but am cut off when he aggressively presses his lips against mine, moaning dramatically. “Ed, slow down.”

“Can’t.” He whispers breathlessly against my neck, kissing and biting at the skin there. “Need you.”

“Jesus, you in heat or something?” I laugh, pushing at his shoulders. “Did you forget we’re in the janitors closet?”

He just smirks and shrugs, “I don’t mind everyone hearing how good I make you feel.” He murmurs seductively, placing his hands on my hips and squeezing.

“Oh please. You’re way louder than me during sex. They’ll be hearing how good I make you feel.” I reply, jabbing my finger into his chest.

His face scrunches up in disbelief, “I am not that loud.”

I raise my eyebrows at this, “Oh really?” He nods and I clear my throat, making my voice deep and whiny to mimic his, “‘Y/N, please. Oh god, you feel so good. Don’t stop, mo-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He says, slapping his hand over his mouth.

The bell rings and I lick his hand just before he can pull it away, causing him to whine and scrunch his face up in disgust. “You’re a nuance.”

“You’re a nerd.”

We both walk out of the janitors closet before the halls could fill with students and he turns to me with a smile, “See ya later, missy.” He ruffles my hair before running off to his class that he was probably failing.

My smile drops the second he’s gone, replaced with disappointment. It’s like this everytime, so I don’t know why I’m so disappointed when I know it’s coming.

It’s the same routine. We’ll mess around, whether it be in the closet, his trailer, or some other secret spot he’s found, and then he’ll treat me like I’m just his little sister. Not someone he could actually be in a relationship with.

I don’t even know how it happened. We just ended up kissing once, things escalated, and ever since then there’s been some unspoken friends with benefits thing.

I mean, it’s not like I don’t enjoy it. I love it. At least, I did at first. But, at some point I guess I caught feelings. Which is against the number one rule of friends with benefits relationships.

But, shit happens, I guess.

———

Lunch time rolls around and I’m just excited to see Eddie. That’s the only part of school I actually enjoy.

He’s sitting at our usually lunch table with the rest of the hellfire club. I’m not in hellfire, I don’t really understand DnD even a little, but I always come to the campaigns. I have my own little chair next to Eddie’s.

“Hey guys!” I smile, placing down my lunch tray and sitting down next to Dustin and Eddie. They all shut up the second they notice me, staring at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on..”

“Nothing!” Dustin and Mike shout at the same time. I furrow my eyebrows, looking to Eddie for an answer. He looks down at his food, looking guilty.

“Lucas?” I ask, looking at him from across the table.

“Just some guy stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” He quickly makes up some stupid excuse.

“Guy stuff?” I scoff, looking at Dustin again, who is practically sweating under my stare. “Dustin..”

“We we’re talking about Chrissy Cunningham!” He finally exclaims, breathing heavily as if keeping that secret took a major toll on him.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay? What about her?”

My smile falls when I see Lucas, Dustin, and Mike looking at me with pity on their eyes. My eyebrows furrow and I look to Eddie who looks practically terrified.

“We we’re just admiring how good she looked in her cheer uniform.” Jeff finally admits and I scoff, rolling my eyes at the boys.

“So you guys were just scared I was gonna get mad at you for checking out some girl?” I laugh, crossing my arms over my chest as they all look away with the same guilty expression. “Boys these days.” I shake my head with a laugh, beginning to eat my food.

“Not just that.” Dustin mumbles, but everyone can still hear his voice through the deafening silence at the table.

“What else?” I ask, furrowing my brows. Dustin doesn’t answer, just glares at Eddie. I turn to look at him, and he’s still staring at his food. “Eddie?”

He looks up at me, seeing my confused expression and finally sighing, leaning back in his chair, “I was… thinking about asking Chrissy out.”

My heart drops to my stomach.

“Why would I be upset about that?” I say through a fake smile, pushing my food around on my plate and trying to stop my hands from shaking.

“Um.. I dunno..” He shrugs. I knew why he was nervous. Because this means we would stop with the ‘benefits’ part of our friendship.

Everyone else at the table knew the real reason I would be upset though. Everyone could tell I was in love with him. Everyone but Eddie. They didn’t even know about our secret little hookups and they could still tell.

“It’s okay. You should ask her out.” I tell him, making direct eye contact with him to make sure he understood that I was okay with this.

Even though I wasn’t.

He smiles brightly, practically glowing in his seat for the rest of lunch while I was struggling to even swallow my food down with the lump growing in my throat.

The second the last bell of the day rings, I’m running out of school, excited to get home and cry my heart out. That is until I remember I would have to face Eddie since he was my ride home.

“Fuck this.” I groan, pulling out my walkman and deciding to use it as an excuse to not talk to Eddie. Unfortunately the only taps I have is the mixtape Eddie made me. “Double-fuck this.”

Begrudgingly, I place the headphones and blast the music, listening to the sound of Jimmy Page’s guitar skills that just remind me more of Eddie and his stupid talented fingers (in more ways than one) as I make my way to our hidden spot in the woods.

Unfortunately, because my headphones were blasting, I didn’t hear that Eddie wasn’t the only person at the hidden picnic table.

“Oh!” I shout, being taken off guard by the image of Eddie and Chrissy making out on the picnic table. The picnic table that Eddie and I used to make out on.

Ouch.

“Shit.” Eddie mumbles, stepping away from Chrissy when he notices me. “Y/N, I totally forgot I was supposed to drive you home-”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” I reply, not wanting to bother him and his new girl. I try to ignore the ache in my chest at the realization that he forgot about me.

“Okay.” He nods and for some reason I don’t move from my spot. I was waiting for him to argue, say ‘no, I would never let you walk home’ or maybe even ‘are you sure?’ and the very unrealistic ‘no, you’re more important than Chrissy. I’ll give you a ride.’

I stand, watching him cuddle up next to Chrissy, completely shutting out my existence as he buries his face in her neck, just like he did to me a couple hours earlier.

“Bye.” I whisper, which goes unheard because he’s currently whispering something in Chrissy’s ear, causing her to let out a cute giggle as she turns to kiss him.

While walking home, I can’t help but wonder if I did this. Maybe if I told him I liked him. Told him I wanted a relationship. Maybe there was a small chance he liked me back.

But deep down I know that isn’t true. If he really loved me, he wouldn’t have kept us just a dirty little secret. He would’ve wanted more. Would’ve wanted to brag about me to all his friends like he did with Chrissy. Would’ve wanted to hug and kiss me in public. Or even just call me his girlfriend.

Instead he just wanted someone to get him off and then sit and listen to all his girl problems. Because he didn’t see me like all the other girls.

The worst part is I thought he was the one for me. He was sweet, and funny, and treated me so well. He didn’t even realize how much he was really hurting me. And he doesn’t even realize it now.

He was my one and only and he didn’t even consider me as one at all.

———

part 2??