i'm in my 20s (so, please, Minors Do Not Interact) and a wanna-be writer. i've been on the tumblr scene a few times and no matter how many times i think i'm done, a new fandom pulls me back in.
if you wanna read what i've written, you can find my masterlist right here (it also details who i write/who you can request for)!
if you wanna be friends/wanna talk about OSI (our shared interests), here's a couple of things i'm loving right now (and always):
9-1-1 (abc, og)
the pitt (!!!)
steve harrington (<3)
pop music (specifically olivia dean and sabrina carpenter and laufey)
"I can't do this right now. I'm going for a ride to clear my head." Jack announces loudly with an angry sigh.
There has been a silly argument going on for at least 10 minutes now, and nobody is easing up. The frustration only grows bigger and bigger with each word.
And you both hate it. Jack hates your watery eyes and small pout. Even if your words are heated, your face is all soft and upset, it makes Jack feel bad and sick at the same time. He hates fighting with you, it doesn't happen often, but it makes his guts squeeze every time.
Jack doesn't give you time to say anything to it as he grabs his car keys and stalks towards the garage.
You stand in the middle of the kitchen for a few seconds, deciding on what you should do.
Sure, he really pissed you off, but at the same time the only person that can bring you comfort is him. And you don't want to be all alone and sad in his big house. You hate being away from him, even if you are mad at him.
You pad on your bare feet towards the garage, and stop in the doorway unsurely. Jack's already in the car, waiting for the garage door to roll up.
He sees you fiddle nervously with your sleeves before you finally walk up to the car. He rolls the window down because yeah, he might be mad but he'd never just blatantly ignore you.
"Can I... C-Can I come with you? Please. I'll sit in the back and I promise I won't say anything. I just...Can I?" Your wet, big eyes practically plead to let you in. To not be left here. You're scared that maybe if you let him go all alone, he might realise he doesn't want you one night.
Jack's eyes soften a bit, and you hear the lock open on the door. You immediately jump inside the car, not giving him a second to change his mind.
You quietly sit in the back as Jack backs out of the garage and starts driving down the road.
It doesn't take long for Jack's pent up energy to sizzle out. Especially, when he hears you sniffle with your runny nose every once in a while.
Jack tries to catch your eyes in the mirror but you just won't look his way, eyes strained on the road. And he can't have his best girl looking so, so down. Especially because of him. So he pulls into the nearest parking lot.
Jack kills the engine and jumps out. He rounds the car, opens your door all while you watch him with confused, but hopeful gaze.
"I'm so sorry, angel. I shouldn't have let it get so heated. And I shouldn't have tried to leave. I'm an idiot." It's his defence mechanism, he'd rather leave and cool down before he'd say something and regret it later.
Jack's hands hover inches away from you, holding onto the cushions next to your thigh.
"I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry for yelling. And for making you take me for the ride with you, I was just...." You stop talking before you can say too much. You don't want to sound crazy.
You turn to him, and his hands immediately move and settle on your hips.
"What is it?" Jack's thumb brushes your exposed tummy. He softly urges you to answer his question. You both need to talk it out even if it can hurt.
"I was worried you might not want to be with me anymore." You explain sheepishly, eyes everywhere but on him.
"Wait, baby." He frowns at you. "Do you always worry about that after an argument?" He can remember all of the times you two argued, and every time you didn't let him go cool off alone. It's basically a routine by now that after you argue, you two go for a ride together.
You just nod, embarrassment settling in. "Why didn't you say something?" God, it pains him so much to think about it.
"Don't know. I was just worried." You shrug, but it's far from casual. You look like you might die from embarrassment any second now.
"Fuck, sweetheart. You know, that no matter how much we fight, I'm not leaving. You're it for me baby. There's nobody else I'd rather be upset with."
"Don't you think it's annoying though? Me being so...so clingy." Jack thinks that surely you must be joking. You look so uncomfortable at your skin as you ask him that, that Jack's swears he must be doing something wrong if you feel like that.
"Sweetheart, if it was up to me, we'd literally be attached to hip 24/7. I love being with you. You're my favourite person ever." Jack states, words all lovey and honest. Your eyes water from it, it overwhelms you for a second because it was exactly what you wanted, needed to hear.
"You're my favourite person, too." You mumble out, your hands sneaking out of your long sleeves to squeeze his. Jack chuckles because only now he notices it's his big-ass hoodie you have on.
"I love you, angel. So all is forgiven?"
"Yes." You nod quickly and lean in for a very much needed kiss.
You can barely even remember what the fight was about as his lips move against yours, and both of your bodies finally relax.
"I love you too, Jack." You breath out against his lips. He pulls away with a gentle smile and wipes away the left wetness on your cheeks with tender hands.
"Do you want to go get ice-cream?" Jack suggests, and your face lights up as you nod sheepish.
"Okay, c'mon, need my girl next to me." He scoops you up before you can protest and manages to put you in the front seat, all while you giggle at him.
Save to say, you and Jack might argue sometimes, but your feelings for each other never change.
okay but imagine jack abbot x reader secret relationship/situationship but jack and reader break up for whatever reason either the tale as old as time age gap, miscommunication, this was supposed to be casual and now it isn’t and i’m freaking out — whatever!!!! — and they’ve been able to end amicably but then jack hears from ellis or shen that reader is off this weekend for their cousins wedding and they’re trying to find reader a date since they rsvp’d with a plus one (with jack in mind) so jack offers to still go with reader to the wedding as friends since he was originally supposed to and reader tells their cousin (who has met jack and really liked reader and jack together) that they need at least a room with two beds if it’s too late for them to reserve an additional room and the cousin promises they’ll take care of it but uh oh they lied because secretly the cousin wants them back together and boom! one bed???? cousin introduces jack as readers boyfriend??? jack doesn’t want the reader to have to tell everyone he isn’t her boyfriend so he leans into it??? second chance??? fake dating??? #thinking
i had a dream that i was in one of those teacup rides with trinity, and she kept yelling "my name is alienor" to everyone who said we have to get off
this is absolutely sending me ?!;3!!;
new trinity hc that she definitely only survives amusement parks after she has a little drink in her and if she’s goes she HAS to commit so if it’s disney she’s definitely getting both of yall matching ears from your favorite movie or the dumb lil bride and groom ones they have and she’s overloading on snacks and giving you a mini review/rating of each one
YALLL i just want you to know that i have like three requested drafted rn (one samira, one trinity and one frank) and just need to edit im so sorry i’m behind i’ve just been STUCKKKKK on animal kingdom (best believe i am writing up my lil andrew cody fic) and it’s love island season so im #booked (lol) but I AMMMM WRITING thank u sm xo
i haven’t watched southland but i am very fond of sammy bryant and a fic where he’s divorced and you’re dating and it’s like that scene in new girl where caroline asks nick and jess about their dating timeline and nick says “i never cheated, but i might as well have. i fell in love with jess the moment she walked through the door” like INJECTTTTTT IT
F - fluff S - smut A - angst
♡ - series ☆ - one shot ◇ - headcanons
last updated - 30/05/2026
⤷ fic count - 37
@abbothecary ——————————
☆ isn't she lovely | F.
⤷ a cute moment with frankie and your bump
@angelloveprincess ——————————
☆ frank langdon x barbie!reader | F.
⤷ on your first day, you’d tried your best to look as put together as you could even if that would all go to shit later on in your shift.
@annsfics ——————————
◇ frank langdon drabble | S. A.
⤷ [ part 2 ]
@bean1ebabie ——————————
♡ damn good doctor | F. A.
⤷ frank langdon is a damn good doctor. he is a good husband and father, but he is an even better doctor. even good doctors make mistakes.
@clarktologist ——————————
☆ tachycardia | F. S.
⤷ your boyfriend accidentally brings home his stethoscope, so you use it to check his heartrate.
☆ two hands [and a bit of teeth] | F.
⤷ you're very clingy with your boyfriend, and he's happy to return the favor. until teeth get involved. OR the three times you bite frank langdon and the one time he bites you back.
@dearkeery ——————————
♡ rein me in | F. S. A.
⤷ frank langdon’s back in pittsburgh ten months post-rehab, post-divorce, and post-moving into a one bedroom apartment with no wife, no kids, and more baggage. the pressure and anxiety coupled with his chronic back pain all happening on the eve of the fourth of july nearly causes him to relapse. a thing he knows could ultimately cost him his medical license and whatever semblance of a life he still had. considering the magnitude of what he’s got to lose, he wills every strength he has left to resist the urge brought by his crippling addiction, one mocktail at a time.
@deerfawnn ——————————
☆ more than we thought | F.
⤷ frank langdon x fem!reader (friends with benefits)
☆ sweet | F.
⤷ frank langdon x fem!reader (established relationship)
◇ this drabble | F.
⤷ when you fall asleep on the couch waiting for frank to get home
◇ this drabble | F.
⤷ headcanons about holding his chin while kissing him or planting a smooch on the divot and him loving it
◇ this drabble | F.
⤷ frank accidentally telling your coworkers that you're dating
@fangirl-dot-com ——————————
☆ a vet and a resident walk into a bar(n)... | F.
⤷ frank langdon x whitaker!reader
@felix24601 ——————————
☆ safe here | S. A.
⤷ you and frank are fuck buddies, when he accidentally triggers you and suddenly, things get a lot more real.
@flowersforbucky ——————————
☆ you're a bad idea (but a real good time) | F. S. A.
⤷ it wasn’t supposed to be anything more than sex. you barely even liked each other as friends. frank uses you, and you use him. but somewhere along the way, the lines got blurred.
@flowersforjude ——————————
☆ controlled substance | F. A.
⤷ fighting feelings for your coworker wouldn’t be so hard if loving them wasn’t so easy.
@harringtonshoe ——————————
☆ what a feeling | F.
⤷ you wake up to one of the worst feelings in the world: cramps. lucky for you, your boyfriend is a doctor and somehow knows the key to making you feel better.
@honeyroots ——————————
◇ sloppy makeouts with langdon | S.
⤷ frank langdon has a perfect mouth
@jadeittic ——————————
☆ shared walls | F. A.
⤷ after a nearly fatal accident while you practice, an exhausted frank langdon next door becomes tangled in your recovery.
@langdonsbracelets ——————————
☆ amputation | F.
⤷ single mom reader and a daughter with a broken wrist from a silly accident.
@ltsjuly ——————————
☆ back home | F. A.
⤷ stressful day at the ER, go home together, reflecting the day and gentleman behavior
@matchamangolover7 ——————————
☆ best friend's brother | F.
⤷ you’ve been roommates with your best friend aria since you both turned 18 and graduated high school. and she just so happens to also be the sister of your childhood crush. it’s been years since you’ve seen him and you swear your feelings have faded. until you see him again today, right before your first shift at the ptmc, and then again at karaoke night in the local bar.
@maxinebxrnes ——————————
☆ you look beautiful | F. A.
⤷ after months of pining, and the two of you being oblivious. the hospitals charity gala finally gets frank to confess his underlying love to you.
@nostarfights ——————————
☆ i'm on your side | F. S. A.
⤷ with barely anyone else left to turn to as his time in rehab slowly comes to a close, frank decides to lean on you.
@novatheory ——————————
☆ late night talkin' | F.
⤷ the three times you sleep talk in front of frank langdon, and the one time he talks back.
@oatkissedlatte ——————————
☆ sundress season | S.
⤷ a sweet picnic date with frank langdon turns spicy when frank notices what you're wearing, and what you're not wearing.
@redd-blushing-roses ——————————
☆ ring ring... hello?? | F.
⤷ it's never easy being a parent in the emergency department. never. you don't know how frank does it half the time. what he doesn't tell you is it's always the little things that keep him going. the reminder that at the end of the day, he has his family to come home to.
☆ suck it up buttercup | F. A.
⤷ every month, you suck up the pain of being a woman and ignore your pain to help patients with theirs. every month, frank tries to tell you to take it easy, to stop and listen to your body and stop pushing yourself. but it's hard when your whole life you've lived with a "take it like a man" mindset. until one day you can't take it anymore and your body forces you to listen to it. and to frank.
☆ just meant to be | F.
⤷ it was terrible timing. a positive pregnancy test during your first year interning at PTMC turns your carefully planned future upside down. but while you're panicking at the prospect of pregnancy derailing your careers, frank is utterly smitten with the fact he is going to be a dad... and you're going to be a mom.
@reysdriver ——————————
◇ domestic headcanons | F. S. A.
⤷ some headcanons about the soft, domestic, parent life with frank langdon — dad!frank langdon x mom!reader
@shadeofpeach ——————————
☆ panicked girlfriend | F. A.
⤷ frank comes home to find you unraveled on the bathroom floor. your relationship is still too new for him to know your phobia. but as he pieces your terrifying thoughts together, he steps in with the perfect blend of medical calm and boyfriend tenderness to ground you through it.
☆ anticipation | F.
⤷ pregnant reader who can't sleep because she's nervous
@sugartalk-ing ——————————
☆ frank langdon x reader | F. A.
⤷ “you came?” / “you called.”
@tearsof-scarlet ——————————
☆ under fluorescent lights | F. A.
⤷ you’re the newest ER resident, fighting to prove yourself under the relentless scrutiny of doctor langdon, brilliant, distant, and impossible to read. when a fellow resident’s unwanted attention starts crossing lines, dr. langdon begins to take notice.
@uwulyn ——————————
☆ his back making it hard to carry chunky baby | F.
abby and their kids do not exist here...just wanted a little sad scenario with frank's back making it hard for him to carry their chunky baby :< but not too sad!
@withheavenontop ——————————
♡ lover, you should've come over | F. A.
⤷ adelaide solace starts her first shift in her emergency medicine rotation at PTMC and gets stuck with the cocky R2 in triage.
@xxepherr ——————————
☆ compartmentalise | F.
⤷ working with your fiance has never proven to be an issue before. it becomes one when you learn from your coworkers that apparently there's a surprise waiting for you at home.
thinking about you and your ex boyfriend steve harrington still having to see each other because you’re in the same friend group and you both swear that you two can still be friends after the breakup except he’s been going on dates practically every weekend and you’ve been too busy mourning the loss of the best relationship you’ve had that you’ve grown a little bitter toward him, not knowing that he has to distract himself with awful dates so he has an excuse to avoid you and most of the group activities you’re part of with your shared friends. and how one weekend robin begs him not to plan a date so they can have movie night at his house and everyone’s passed out in his living room, except you you had the wherewithal to sneak off into his guest room to avoid waking up with aches in your neck and back from the couch or hardwood floor. but unfortunately that leaves you sleeping inside the room next to your ex boyfriend and because his AC’s on the fritz you have to sleep with the room’s door open so the fan’s air could circulate through the house so it isn’t hard for steve to hear you whimpering in your sleep; are you still having nightmares? he can’t help but wonder as he quietly gets out of the comfort of his own bed to go check on you and sure enough, you’re curled into yourself and fidgeting. he hasn’t seen you have a nightmare since you broke up three months ago, but the sight of it still tears into his chest and makes his face fall. which is why he doesn’t hesitate to take the couple of strides into the room toward the bed and doesn’t stop to think before he’s crawling over you to position himself behind you, his arms automatically wrapping around you and pulling you flush against his chest. when you stiffen and the room falls into a deafening hush, he thinks he’s fucked up. royally. until he hears a broken and whispered “steve?” and feels your hands come up to rest on top of his around your stomach. “i’m here,” he promises, pulling you closer when you maneuver yourself to lay facing him, burying your face into his chest as his chin rests on top of your head. “it’s okay,” he whispers, his hands now rubbing slow circles on your back. “i’ve got you. go back to sleep.” and he knows in the morning either he’ll wake up first and have to sneak out, or you’ll already be out of the bed when he wakes up, and neither of you will acknowledge that way his hands occasionally squeezed your hip or how one of them fell to your leg that had wrapped itself around his waist or the small, barely there trail of kisses you planted against his chest and his neck to soothe yourself when you two used to sleep like this when you were together. you both just enjoy it while you can blame it on a sleepless and vulnerable night.
Hiii can I request frank Langdon for dialogue prompt 8 “you came?” / “you called.” :)
It kills me that no one reached out to him when he was recovering😭 maybe langdon and reader had a fight right before he left and they kind of lost contact. But then it gets difficult for him and he reaches out not really expecting even a reply.
Idk do your own thing that's just what was on my mind
Love ur fics<3
genuinely it drives my crazy that no one checked on him too and i find it very unrealistic omfg esp not dana or mckay like it didn't make sense!!
anyway glad you like my writing and i hope you enjoy this!! :') <3
You're just unbagging your groceries in your apartment when you hear the sound of a calendar reminder on your phone. You swear under your breath as you hastily look for it through your bag, dreadful that you maybe forgot someone's birthday. Instead you see it's the reminder you set for the end of Frank's rehab treatment.
Which means he should be out of the facility and in his home now, where he'll have to attend meetings for the next three months before he can come back to the hospital. The screen goes black and you immediately tap to wake it up again, just to re-read the notification. You hesitate when you unlock your phone, everything in you itching to send him a text, as how he is, if he's okay; you're just not sure he wants to hear from you.
Instead of reaching out to him, you pull up your thread with Dennis. He's one of the only other persons who knows why Frank went to rehab in the first place, being Trinity's roommate and confidant. You understandably can't go to Trinity or Robby with your dilemma of whether you should reach out to Frank, so you go to someone who's closer to neutral than isn't.
You: Frank goes home today.
Dennis: Shit, really?
Dennis: He reached out?
You: No. He wrote me once at the beginning of the program to let me know. I set a reminder.
Dennis: He wrote you????
You: Don't make it a thing.
Dennis: Not a thing. Got it. Sure.
Dennis: You going to see him?
You: I don't know if he wants to hear from me, let alone see me.
Dennis: He wouldn't have told you when he was gonna be home if he didn't want you to do something with that information.
You groan, cursing him for making sense. You turn your phone face down and let your mind drift back to seven months ago, September.
You had just caught up to him after Robby had gone in on him for yelling at Trinity. You asked him what the hell his problem was.
"She's too cocky," he said, shaking his head in frustration. "She's got it out for me, too. She's been getting on my nerves all fucking day."
"Then you take a breather," you countered, frowning at the way he was pacing. "You don't yell at interns. It's her first day."
"Which is why she needs to fucking listen to me and not parade around here like she knows better. She doesn't!" His voice gradually raised with each word that spilled out of him, his chest rising and his eyes blown wide. The sight of him made your stomach turn, like there was acid swimming inside of you.
"Are you okay?" You asked, almost timidly. Like you were scared any wrong word may set him off on you next.
Frank and you have been close since you started here three years ago and he let you follow him around during his second year-residency. He's kept an eye on you, taught you, kept you close to him. Not just colleagues, and most of the time it feels like not just friends either. Not with the way he presses against you during traumas as a way to reassure you he's got you. Not with the way his hand finds yours under the table at the diner you two frequent. Not with the way he looks at you sometimes, like looking away means he's missing something important even if it's just you and him charting together at your desks. Not with the way he kissed you just the week prior after driving you home one night after shift.
"I'm fine," he grunted, his hand resting at his lower back as his face twisted in discomfort.
And then you heard he went home early that day. It made sense, obviously he was having a bad day, you had clocked him struggling with the ache in his back all day and obviously Trinity had struck a chord with him. He needed to take a breath. Then you overheard him and Robby in the ambulance bay. You confronted him and he got defensive and mean, just like he had with Robby. You were frustrated with him for keeping this from you, for not coming to you if he needed help. He bit back that he didn't need you hovering over him. That it wasn't his fault you got so attached to him and that you needed to worry about getting your own life instead of judging him for his.
You knew he didn't mean it. He was defensive and felt like a caged dog, lashing out just to protect himself. But it still hurt. He apologized in the letter he sent you, letting you know that he wasn't avoiding the conversation, just couldn't get to his phone during the program unless there was an emergency. You wrote back once with your own apology, letting him know that you were there for him still. You didn't hear from him again.
But it's been seven months now and every day since he left you've felt this particular Frank shaped ache in your chest. Which is why you stop overthinking it and go to his contact in your messages, about to text him just to welcome him back - and then you're phone's ringing with his contact picture covering your screen.
"Frank," you breathe out, answering on the first ring. "I was just... hi."
"Hey," he says, his tone soft and a little incredulous, like he's surprised you picked up. The thought makes the ache in your chest burn. "It's nice to hear your voice."
"Yeah?" And you can't help the relief that bleeds through.
"Yeah," he confirms, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "I, uh... God, I missed it. You. I missed you. Miss you."
"Oh," you practically whisper, not able to stop the smile that breaks across your features. "I miss you, too," and it isn't until you say it that you feel your throat tighten a little and you have to fight the tears that want to spill out.
"Well," he clears his throat, "I just wanted to call to let you know I'm home... and I guess I just wanted to hear your voice. Honestly, I was expecting your voicemail. So, I don't know... thanks. For answering."
"Always," you say, with no hesitation. It's silent on the line, and you know he probably has a lot he wants to ask you. About the Pitt, about Robby, if you both are still okay. You hear him start a sentence, and then sigh.
"I guess I'll see you in three months," he finally says, causing you to frown. Maybe this is all he can handle, you think. You had hoped he wanted to meet up - for coffee, at your regular diner. But he probably just wants to get settled again.
"Sure," you agree, nodding even though he can't see it. "See you." It's silent again between you two for a few seconds before he finally hangs up. But, you can't get past the way he started to speak and then stopped himself. Like he was nervous to ask you something, a favor or just for a semblance of normalcy. Like he felt like he shouldn't be awarded that for some reason.
You pick up your phone again to text him.
You: It kind of felt like you wanted to ask me something.
You press send before you can psyche yourself out. It takes a minute before your phone pings.
Frank: Sorry. I was going to ask you something.
You see him typing something. Then it stops. Then it starts again. Then it stops.
You: Frank, spit it out.
Frank: I guess I just wanted to see you.
Frank: But you're probably busy. I'll just see you when I go back to work.
The text is enough for you to leave the rest of your groceries spread over your counter as you grab your keys and head out of your apartment to race over toward his place. It's a short eleven minute drive before you're standing at his door, knocking gently against the hardwood. You hear a faint Coming! a second before the door swings open. His eyes widen a fraction when he sees you.
"Sorry, hi," you rush out, not realizing your chest his heaving until his eyes dip down to watch for a second before trailing back up toward you.
"Hi," he says back dumbly, laughing a little in surprise. "You're here. You... you came."
"Yeah well, you called," you shrug, the back of your neck heating up as his eyes wander over you again. "You said you missed me."
"I do," he admits easily, using the present tense despite you being right in front of him. He recovers from his initial shock, his hand reaching out to brush his his fingers against your cheek, down your jaw. "God, I do," he swallows thickly. Your breath hitches when his hand cradles the back of your neck, gently coaxing you closer toward him. You go willingly, taking a step closer toward him, your head leaning back slightly to look up at him.
"I'm happy you're back," you mumble, not missing the faint flush of pink in his cheeks at your admission. He doesn't say anything at first, just leans down to brush his nose against yours.
"I'm happy you picked up the phone." And then his mouth on yours, bruising in a way that feels like he's thought about doing this for the last seven months he's been gone. You feel warmth spread through you at the groan he lets out when you press back against him just as eagerly, like you've been thinking about the exact same thing.
hey!! never done this before but i just love your writing so :)) could i something with jack abbot + prompt 1 for established relationship + 8 from the dialogue prompts??? tyy !!
eeee thank you i'm so happy you like it :') here you go!! and sorry it took so long omggg i've been so busy this week. hope it was worth the wait <3
writing prompts / masterlist
“Don’t tell Jack!” is the first thing you say when Robby finally comes into your room looking panicked. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? You have a concussion. What the fuck happened?” He adjusts his readers to read your chart. “You fainted?”
“I woke up late so I didn’t have my morning smoothie and I’ve just been so busy, I haven’t eaten much and it’s hot as hell in here. But, I’ve been trying to stay hydrated, I promise.”
“Hot? This place notoriously runs cold,” he frowns, turning around to grab a non-contact thermometer to take your temperature. “Jesus Christ, you’re running a fever. Did you come in sick? That’s probably why you woke up late.”
“No?” You say, but it comes out more like a question. Because you definitely slept through your alarm and woke up with an invasive migraine and you were drenched in sweat so bad that you stripped Jack’s bed and washed his sheets, replacing them before you left his house that morning.
“Jack let you come in like this?”
“Let me?” You scoff, ignoring his eyeroll. When Robby just gives you an unimpressed look you sigh, letting your head fall back against the pillows. “He was gone before I woke up this morning. Him and Shen had an early tee time.”
“He’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out,” Robby shakes his head, ignoring your glare.
“He’s not going to find out, Robinavitch.”
“I’m not going to listen to him bitch in my ear about not calling him when you’re hurt. So, either he’s hearing it from me, or he’s hearing it from you.” He laughs when you groan, grabbing your phone from the tray in front of you with your half-eaten cafe lunch, then he waves it between the two of you. “I’ll give you the liberty of deciding who gets to break the news to him, if it makes you feel better.”
He gives you a smug smile and a nod when you grab your phone before turning around to leave your room to let you call your boyfriend. Except you have a loophole. Jack doesn’t usually have his ringer on when he’s golfing, which means he’d feel the vibration of a phone call but he won’t get much of a notification if you text him.
Took a spill at work, might get sent home early. But I’m ok so don’t worry!! I’ll talk to you when you eventually call :) I hope you’re having fun with Shen!
But before you hit send, you feel a pang of guilt. You imagine him reading the text later and feeling anxious of not knowing what happened and wondering if you’re okay, even though you’re telling him you are. You don’t want to ruin his day off, but you know you’ll ruin it with whatever choice you make. At least with this one, you won’t also hurt his feelings by not telling him yourself. Fuck, you think, tapping on his contact and hitting the call option. Maybe you’ll go straight to voicemail.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
So much for that.
“Hey! How’s the green?” You cringe, knowing he’ll know there’s something wrong immediately.
“The green’s… good. Where’d you learn that?”
“I think I heard it on a TV show. Um, so, how many holes have you finished?”
“What happened?” He asks, and you can hear him tell Shen to go first as he continues his call with you. “Did you go home early? Are you sick?”
“Jack,” you sigh, shifting in the bed as quietly as you can but the movement makes you groan. “I am going to tell you something and you can’t freak out.”
“Baby, I’m already failing that. Are you okay?”
“I fainted on my way out of a trauma room and my head caught the corner of a tray. I have a small, teeny tiny concussion, but I’m okay.” You try to say it as quickly as possible, if only to just prove that you’re still sharp and alert.
“A concussion? Jesus, fuck, honey. Don’t even think about driving when you get discharged. You better stay your ass in that bed until I get there.”
“Jack,” you whine, ignoring the wave of nausea that hits you when you try to sit up too quickly. “It’s your day off. I’ll order a car to take me home, I promise.” You press the call button to get a nurse in to let them know how you’re feeling, knowing you’ll only do yourself in worse. “Stay your ass at the golf course, Abbot. God, I only called because I didn’t want to deal with your pouting if you found out from someone else.”
“Pouting?” He scoffs out in an incredulous tone before lowering his voice for his next words, “I do not pout. I would have been upset, sure.”
“You would have pouted,” you argue, smiling at Perlah when she comes into your room. “Gotta go, Perlah’s here to take away all my hurt.”
“Hurt? You’re hurting?”
You hang up without answering, giving Perlah a bright smile.
“You’re gonna be in trouble for that one,” she tsks, giving you two Dramamine tablets from the drawer. She laughs a little when you shrug. “Robby says imaging will be back in, like, thirty minutes. If everything looks good, we’ll get you out of here in a little under two hours.”
“Fantastic,” you sigh, settling back against the stiff pillow and shutting your eyes.
“Lights too bright?” When you nod, the light behind your eyes dims. When you mumble a thanks, Perlah gently lays a hand on your shoulder. “As long as you don’t feel super nauseous, try to get some rest. Robby’ll come get you when he’s got news.” With a gentle squeeze to your shoulder, she backs out of the room when she sees your entire body deflate.
Your eyes flutter open some time later, the first thing you register is a heavy and warm presence in your right hand. When you slowly shift to glance toward that direction, you’re met with your boyfriend, still in the clothes he wore to golf in, in the chair by your bedside scrolling on his phone.
“Jack?” You croak out, cringing at the roughness in your voice from sleep.
“Hey, baby,” he whispers, squeezing your hand once before gently pulling away from you to grab a cup with a straw from the tray in front of you. “Here,” still in a hushed tone as he helps you sit up, rearranging the pillows so you could lean against them.
“You came,” you say around a frown, your expression melting when his thumb runs across your bottom lip.
“Of course. You called,” he says simply, bringing the cup back up to your lips to get you to take another drink.
“I could have ordered a car.”
“I didn’t just come because you can’t drive,” and you can hear a bit of exasperation in his tone. At your confused expression he shakes his head, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. With his lips still against your head, he mumbles, “You got hurt. Where else would I be?”
“Enjoying your day off,” you counter weakly, relishing in the eyeroll he gives you.
“I love you, but you’re a pain in my ass,” he says easily, the words falling out of his mouth so easily he doesn’t even register that this is the first time he’s told you he loves you. So easily he doesn’t understand the wide-eyed expression you give him and mistakes it for something else entirely. “What? Are you nauseous? Does your head hurt?”
“You love me?” You ask quietly, almost like you’re scared if you bring attention to it, he’ll take it back. Except, he doesn’t. He gives you this devastating look, like you might have just asked him the dumbest question he’s ever heard but in a way that also wraps you in this sense of security like you’re in the safest place you could be with him. “You’ve never said it before,” you say defensively, reveling in the warmth of his touch when his hand comes up to cup your chin so you’re looking at him.
“Sure I have,” he mumbles, his thumb running across your bottom lip again. “I say it all the time. When you fall asleep halfway through the movie you begged me to watch. When you wake up before me and I wake up to the sounds of you in my kitchen, failing horribly to make the least amount of noise possible. When you leave all your stuff out in my bathroom after getting ready for date night,” he leans in to kiss you properly this time, so softly that you could’ve mistaken it for a dream. “Feels good to have you actually hear it this time.”
“I love you,” you rush out, not wanting him to even begin to think you won’t say it back. But he smiles at you like he already knew, like maybe he’s heard all the times you never said it out loud for him to hear, too. When he stocks his house with your favorite cereal and those mostly-sugar fruit juices in his fridge you use to substitute a meal most days on shift. When he orders exactly what you want when you pick up food or go out for coffee. When he subconsciously pulls you closer against him in bed in the middle of his sleep when he’s had a bad shift and seeks your comfort even when he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.
“Glad we got that cleared up,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your mouth. “Robby gave me the okay to take you home, by the way.”
“What?” You shriek, glaring when he just shrugs. “Why are we still here?”
“You were sleeping,” he says simply, turning around to gather your bag that he must have gotten from your locker when he first got here. And in between his simple explanation, you finally hear the quiet I love you he’s woven into it. “Ready?” He asks quietly, reaching his hand out for you to take.
you’re walking back and forth in your room, biting the tips of your nails anxiously. the space feels crowded, shrinking even if it’s just you in it. the wait seems never ending, you look over the doorway and quirk up your ears too many times to count. to hear or see any signs of pope’s arrival.
your palms are sweaty and you rub them above your dress to dry them off, it’s not quite working. no one’s home, so you can’t share what you’re feeling, the anticipation building up inside you. you don’t even know if what you’re imagining is actually going to happen, maybe you’re simply going to hang like you always do, nothing new.
pope is quickly proving you wrong when he sneaks up on you (for the hundredth time since you’ve met) and spins you around to face him. you clash against his chest, breath heavy and eyes widened “hey sweetheart” he breathes out fixing a loose strand of your hair.
“hi, andy” pope smirks at the nickname “what? you told me you liked it when i called you that” you giggle, his thumb brushes the side of your hip “i shouldn’t have told you that— it’s going against me” he’s towering over you, holding you tightly against him as if he was afraid you’d run away.
“against you?” you repeat his words with your brows furrowed, you thought he liked it? “i thought i could handle it, maybe i can’t” pope’s voice is almost a whisper as he leans in “handle what?” you swallow a lump in your throat and you could swear your legs have turned to jelly.
“this” he says before crashing his lips against yours. pope kisses you like he physically needs it, like it’s necessary for him to breathe. you kiss him back trying to match his pace but he’s starving for you.
your fingers tangle into his curls and he lets out a whine that strikes straight into your core, making your lips part a little. pope takes his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, savoring it and mapping it as if it was his own.
when you pull away he chases your mouth, leaving small, soft kisses to your pouted lips, you giggle and hold his cheeks in your hands “took you long enough” pope laughs and nudges his nose with his “didn’t want to rush it” he says before diving into your mouth once again.
second chance lovers prompts 2 & 3 w trinity santos x fem!reader please 💘
writing prompts / masterlist
Trinity Santos broke up with you three months ago. It was for the best, she had told you. It wasn’t supposed to get serious, but when just nights turned into cleared space and weekends at a time and private kisses turned into holding hands and seeking each other out for comfort more than she sought out Dennis; she knew she was in trouble. She did what she thought was best in the long run–something that got as serious as it did with you in such a short amount of time couldn’t be good for either of you. You weren’t taking a step back, so she’d take them back for the both of you.
You were upset, which of course she expected. Around the time of the break up, someone from the night shift was taking an extended vacation and you wasted no time volunteering to take the shift. You two had been on opposite schedules, no contact for almost a month and a half. Once you got back to the day shift, you were in the right headspace to take Trinity up on her offer of going back to being friends. It was awkward in the beginning, not quite remembering what kind of touching and what kind of compliments and what kinds of other intimacy was allowed between just friends. You two have only really found your old rhythm recently, but Trinity was glad that she’d gotten just a semblance of you back.
Except now she’s listening to you recount the date you went out on two days ago to Mel and she feels sick to her stomach. She’s not trying to eavesdrop, for her own sake. She’s trying her hardest to tune back into whatever case Samira and Dennis were discussing, a case she’d usually find interesting and would be asking if she could get in on or jealous she hadn’t gotten into it first, except now she hears you talking about maybe going out with whoever-the-hell again for a second time.
“Wow, second dates are rare these days.”
“I know!” You exclaim, trying to sound excited in hopes that it’ll make you feel that way, too. The truth is, the date was fine. You agreed to go on the date that your old college roommate had set you up on in hopes to snatch a date for another friend’s wedding in a week. When you RSVP’d, you marked yourself for a plus one, thinking you were going to take Trinity. But then she broke up with you three months before the wedding and you were too embarrassed to call your friend and tell her to cancel your plus one, plus everyone around you mentioned that it might be inconsiderate or too late to change your RSVP. You hadn’t asked Trinity, but you were almost sure that she wasn’t planning on going to the wedding anymore. So, you scrambled.
“So, how are things with, hm,” Mel lowers her voice, her eyes cutting toward where the other younger Pittlings are, trying to be subtle. She winces when you sigh, giving you a small frown.
“Fine, I guess,” you say, matching her volume. “I don’t know. I get why she dumped me. She got scared, she wasn’t ready for anything to get serious and it did, so she bailed. It took a lot of talks with Parker and Lena to try to see her perspective,” you glance toward Trinity, who has all but turned her back toward you both.
“But?” Mel offers, her eyebrows raised.
“But… it’s hard to just be her friend when I still remember how it felt to be more.” You groan, leaning over the counter dramatically, banging your forehead against it gently. “I still want her,” you admit into the crook of your arm, you’re not even sure if Mel heard or understood you but you feel the heat of her palm as she lightly rubs it against your shoulder.
“So, should I pick you up in the morning or did you want to drive?” Is the first thing Trinity asks you a week later. It’s the first time you two have spoken alone in a couple of weeks. You learned early that it was safer to only involve yourself with her if you were in a group setting. You were too tempted to beg her to take you back even if it was just for sex when you two were alone.
“Huh?”
“For the wedding,” she says slowly, immediately tensing up when you look at her confused. “O-oh,” she stutters, beginning to shake her head. “I just... we never talked about it. But, of course—of course, you probably adjusted your plus one or-or found someone else to go with you. I don’t… I don’t know why I assumed…”
“Trin, take a deep breath,” you say, breathing in and instinctively grabbing her shoulder to get her to follow. Once you both release your exhale you smile a little bit at her. “I just assumed you wouldn’t want to go with me. But, if you want, we totally can.”
Abort. Abort. Abort. Why the fuck would you say that? You’re the one who put invisible parameters around your friendship and vowed to stop putting yourself in situations where you two are alone.
Except, you won’t really be alone, right? I mean, sure, you’ll be in a car with her for nearly four hours but there isn’t much you can do with her in a moving car. You can queue up a playlist, listen to a podcast or an audiobook. You two probably wouldn’t even talk. And then you’ll be so tired you two will likely just fall asleep in your separate beds and then you’ll just have the wedding to deal with before another four hour drive home.
You can do this. Especially when she looks so relieved that you still want her to go. Especially when, at this moment, things feel normal.
You can do this.
“What the fuck.”
You knew you couldn’t do this.
The car ride here was fine. Except you volunteered to pick Trinity up since you invited her and your car’s Bluetooth has been on the fritz so when it auto played the playlist that you and Trinity had created together while you were dating and wouldn’t let you change it and it would have been too obvious to reach for your phone to change it and too awkward in the car to turn it off, you knew it was off to a bad start. Once you two had gotten over the initial stiffness, it felt better. Until one of you referenced an inside joke you made when you were dating and the mourning and guilt and resentfulness hit both of you like a ton of bricks.
Trinity tried her best to be the one to alleviate the tension. She’s the one who suggested you two go back to being friends, and she didn’t want you to regret finally agreeing to it. But, now, her willingness to carry on the charade is dwindling. Because here in your shared hotel room, despite the description of two queen beds, sits one king sized bed in the middle of the room.
“The… the reservation said two queens,” you argue weakly, pulling up the reservation email on your phone. Except you haven’t looked very closely at your emails lately. When you pulled up the reservation to get the confirmation number at the front desk to check-in for the wedding party, you missed the updated email the hotel had sent you almost two weeks ago. Due to scheduling conflicts, your original reservation was upgraded to a king suite, approved by the owner of the block reserved for the wedding. AKA, the bride and groom.
“Shit,” you hiss, handing your phone to Trinity so she could read over the update as you set your bags down and circle the bed before heading over to the closet. “Maybe I can call down to the front desk and get some extra blankets.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cold in here for you,” Trinity mumbled, locking your phone and putting it on the small table with the coffee pot and throwaway cups in favor of heading toward the thermostat.
“What? No, I mean for the couch.”
“Oh, fuck off. You are not sleeping on that stiff couch,” she scoffs.
“Okay, well you’re definitely not sleeping on the couch. I fucked up the reservation, I’ll take the couch.”
“It got updated and you missed it. Even if you did, what were we supposed to do? We couldn’t have gotten another room, we’d still have one bed,” she shook her head at you when you opened your mouth to argue again. “Go get your ass in the shower, I know you’ve been counting the minutes until you could finally get out of your jeans.”
You couldn’t even argue with her and you also couldn’t stand to be in front of her right now proving how well she knows you in some of the most intimate ways. You don’t bother saying anything else, just making your way back to your suitcase to get the things you need for your shower.
An hour later, once you and Trinity are both showered and ready for bed, it isn’t enough time to gear either of you for facing the obvious: you will be sharing a bed together for the first time in three months. Without even thinking, you two take your respective spots; Trinity always takes the right and you take the left. Neither of you comments on it.
It’s ridiculous that both of you were desperate to use the long car ride as an excuse to get straight to bed despite it only being nine o’clock. Neither of you comment on that either. It’s silent for the first twenty minutes you two are laying there, neither of you willing to admit that you aren’t tired but also feel incredibly restless.
You’re adjusting yourself for the umpteenth time in an attempt to create more heat for yourself, when you hear the unmistakable sound of Trinity trying and failing to stifle a laugh.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.”
“Trinity,” you whine, and the drag of her name in that sort of breathless way she’s used to hearing in a different context, makes her ears burn and her chest ache.
“It’s just, you’re doing that thing. Trying to warm up the rest of the bed by pressing your body heat against every corner you can.” She readjusts herself so she’s facing you, just to find you already facing her.
“I do that?” You almost whisper, your eyes roaming over her face, and despite it being dark you can picture every description of her face.
“You did it with me, anyway,” she offers, this being the first mention of your physical relationship. “I think mostly you were already half asleep, most of the time I just used to pull you into me.”
“You always did run hot,” you say, not meaning for it to come out breathy and flirty. Though, maybe you did, if the way the admission gives her the confidence to inch her leg closer toward you, her foot brushing against your calf and how it begins to warm your entire body means anything.
Trinity feels like she can’t breathe when you don’t pull away from her touch under the covers. It gives her the confidence to mumble a soft c’mere, and she reels in how quickly you give in. She lets you shift so that your back is to her, waiting patiently for you as you scoot backward before she lets her arm drape over your waist, pulling you flush against herself. She can’t help it when her head lulls forward and her lips are basically brush against the back of your neck, can’t help the pressure she puts there to press a kiss to your skin. Can’t find it in herself to second guess it when your hand comes up to intertwine with hers resting against your stomach.
“Better?” She whispers, her lips still close enough to brush against your skin again.
“Much,” you sigh out, squeezing her hand. Neither of you say anything else the next few minutes it takes for you both to succumb to your exhaustion and the comfort of being with each other again.
A part 2 to unconventional??? Would love to read buck living with a vampire
short lil blurb of buck x vampire!reader <3
i didn't expect so many ppl to want to read about them again lol but i got a few asks and messages about this one! didn't know what to write though so hope this is okay!
wc: 709 | unconventional (part one) / masterlist
“Can you actually run that fast?”
“Yes.”
“Holy shit, really?
Buck had finally convinced you to watch the Twilight series with him, even though you told him you had already watched all the movies and read the books. He wanted to watch with you, stop and question the validity of it. No, there was not a secret society of vampires called the Volturi, at least not any who had made themselves known to you. No, you haven’t been alive as long as Edward. Yes, your diet is similar to the Cullens’ in the way that you only hunt for animals and not humans. No, it didn’t take that long to train yourself, mostly because you had never feasted on a human before, so you didn’t have the craving for it.
“Wow, I can’t believe I’m Bella,” Buck teased, leaning in to give you a brief peck before standing up from the couch and stretching his arms up. “Bed?”
You officially moved in with Buck when he bought his house two months ago. After finding out you were a vampire, he bought every book (that you approved of) in order to help him understand you more. He felt back constantly asking you questions because he wanted you to feel like you two were in a normal relationship, and if it were normal then Buck wouldn’t need to bother you with them. You tried to reassure him that it was fine, you weren’t a conventional girlfriend.
“Not the point,” he mumbled as he read from Paul Barber’s Vampires, Burial, and Death. He invested in the black out curtains, which had taken him some getting used to the first couple of mornings he woke up and had to figure his way around his darkened room. He also made a point to have a standing monthly hosting at your place since he knew how much you hated not being able to head to anyone else’s place, especially during the day.
“Bed,” you agree, reaching out with your arms from where you still sat on the couch. Buck rolls his eyes but bends down to pick you up and carry you to bed, anyway.
“Do you have strength like the Cullen’s, too? Maybe you should be carrying me to bed,” he jokes, leaning down to blow a raspberry into the side of your neck when you scoff, relishing in your squeal. “We’d get to bed faster too, huh? Should I call you spider monkey?”
“Technically, you’d be spider monkey, Bella,” you joke back, a yelp leaving you when he unceremoniously tosses you onto the mattress, not giving you the chance to escape him by bringing himself down on top of you. He catches himself with his hands planted into the mattress, pinning your head between his arms.
“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” He whispers, leaning back into your neck, letting his teeth sink softly into your skin. He’s developed a sort of fetish for biting you. He’s asked you to do it to him a couple of times; you mostly just scrape your fangs against the column of his throat and it’s enough to get him going. He lives for the feeling and you whispering that he’s a freak. He’ll gladly take the freak moniker in your relationship if it makes you feel like the normal one between you two.
“You’re insatiable,” you mumble, your hands coming up to settle at the back of his head, keeping his mouth against your throat. You’d developed a little fetish for feeling him there, too. Though, anyone could argue you’ve just developed a Buck fetish in general.
“God, you smell good,” he groans, forgoing the instinct to bite you to running his tongue along your throat, smiling against your skin when your breath stutters at him softly sucking the skin near your jaw. “I could just eat you up.”
“Promise?” You whisper, tugging his hair where your hands still lay at the back of his head. He relents and pulls back, meeting your mouth in a lazy kiss. “What if I eat you first?”
“Hot,” he basically moans. “What a way to go.”
“You’re an idiot,” you whisper, smiling as he lays completely on top of you.
