can we start over? (part 1)

Pairing: Jack Abbot x GF!Reader

Summary: Jack finally introduced you, his girlfriend, to the Pitt. This is the aftermath.

Warnings: Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. Insecure reader. The Pittlings weren’t exactly welcoming. Older man x younger woman trope (unspecified age gap). Reader doesn’t want to cause a scene. No use of Y/N. Whatever else I failed to mention.

Author’s Note: I do not own The Pitt in any capacity. The franchise and its characters belong to their rightful owner(s). Similarly, I don’t own any the gifs or pictures used for my fics. All I own are the fic ideas.

Should I do a part 2?

Word Count: 3,865 (roughly)

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i told you things

steve harrington x female!reader

summary: you began dating steve harrington in freshman year, before he became the king, and you watched as he dismantled your relationship until it was finally over.

word count: 2.9k

contains & warnings: female reader, established relationship, breakups, hurt & eventual comfort, eventual fluff, angst, cheating, manipulation, steves a shitty bf, king steve persona, crying, slow burn, lovers to strangers to lovers, exes. no smut in part one but part two will contain sexual content, part two will contain flashback scenes.

PART ONE

౨⋆ৎ inspired by i told you things by gracie abrams ౨⋆ৎ

you’re the golden boy, and my worst regret.

you never really liked to drive with the windows down, your hair constantly got stuck in your pink bubblegum scented lip gloss as the wind moved through your car. today was different though, today you felt free, so you didn’t care if wind was causing your hair to stick to your lips. you only cared that you were now free from steve harrington.

you’ve known steve harrington since you were five years old and your family had just moved to town. hawkins is a small town, and the prominent families tend to stick together, which meant your family was constantly around the harrington’s.

you always had a small crush on steve growing up. he was so sweet, and charismatic. steve was also incredibly goofy. every time you hung out with him you would leave with a slight stomach-ache because of how hard you had been laughing all day. being best friends with steve was a good thing, it was great even, but being his girlfriend was incredible. until it wasn’t.

he first asked you out underneath the bleachers at the start of your freshman year of high school. he was all nervous energy back then, face clammy as he stammered out the words. you said yes instantly, you had been dreaming about it for years. you smiled to yourself as you took your normal walk home that afternoon, making up imaginary scenarios in your head and blushing at your own thoughts.

for your first date he made an entire picnic in his backyard for you. you were both young, unable to drive, and had no money to actually go anywhere or do anything. so this was the best date you could ever imagine. he kissed you that night, and it felt like something in the world shifted together just right. or maybe the stars aligned in the sky, or maybe it was a shooting star. it didn’t matter, really. all you knew was steve harrington’s lips were pressed softly and nervously against yours, and nothing had ever felt so right.

you dated in perfect harmony for just over a year and a half. you spent every single day together, both of you constantly wanting more of the other. steve would bike to your house bright and early every weekend, and you’d walk together to school most days. he’d hold your hand as you walked through the hallways, he’d open your locker for you, carry your books to class, and even go through the lunch line for you. the love you shared was all consuming. he was amazing, and you felt incredibly lucky to love him. your love for him increased everyday, it felt like there was no limit, and that nothing could ever stop the bond you had created. until after winter break of sophomore year.

halfway through your sophomore year, basketball tryouts rolled around. steve was thrilled, and you were so excited for him. though you probably wouldn’t have been if you knew what would come after. steve had been practicing everyday, for hours, with his friends at the community park. it was all he talked about for weeks at a time. three days after tryouts passed, the team announcements were made. steve made varsity, as a sophomore. it wasn’t unheard of, but it was rare, and it meant he was very good. he would play basketball with the juniors and seniors of hawkins high school, while everyone else in our grade would play with freshmen.

it got to his head, and fast. the first few games rolled around, and you attended every single one, never missing a second. but his attention wasn’t focused on his supportive girlfriend, it was the support of everyone else he was focused on. the way people cheered for him, the way people admired his talent, the way people watched. he scored a game winning shot and the next day everybody began to call him “king steve”.

that was the same day you lost your boyfriend. not because he broke up with you, and not because he disappeared. but because your steve was replaced, entirely, by “king” steve. you just didn’t realize it yet, or maybe you did, and chose to ignore every red flag thrown in your direction.

everything changed. everything. hangouts with boys became infinitely more important than spending time with you. he brushed you off every time you would be emotionally vulnerable with him, dismissing you every-time you needed reassurance. he never apologized anytime he hurt you, always assuming you were overreacting. he took you for granted for the next year and a half.

you always stayed. tried everything you could to fix it, no matter what. telling yourself he was just stressed, or busy, or not feeling well. you ran through every excuse in the book a hundred times over. because you had loved him for so long, and you wanted it to be him so badly. you just weren’t sure if the person you loved was even in the room with you anymore. you were looking at your boyfriend- your steve- but he was a stranger. a stranger who wore hideous black sunglasses everywhere, even inside, to look “cool”, and always smelt like some trendy hairspray.

you slowly began to realize how far gone he was, but you didn’t even realize how far gone you were. once steve turned 16 years old in the beginning of summer, heading to your junior year, he got a brand new beautiful bmw. it was gorgeous, and very obviously expensive. it was a statement car, and he knew it. the bmw fed into his ego majorly, if it was even possible for him to gain a larger ego problem.

you noticed all throughout junior year how guys began to latch onto his every word, clinging to everything he said like he was some god, but it wasn’t until the summer that you began to notice how girls began to cling to him. you would watch as carol began to laugh at something he said and put her hand on his arm, he never pushed her away. if anything, he’d lean into it. flashing a grin and running a hand through his hair to mess it up just perfectly. you’d watch and watch, as the number in girls increased every day. he’d charm, and flirt, and encourage it, all while you’d watch. sometimes he’d be actively holding your hand, walking into a loud party, when a girl you’d never even noticed would approach him, murmuring something about needing help with finding a beer. he’d let go of your hand to respond to her, and you’d just keep walking further into the party. further and further away from steve, physically and emotionally.

summer passed in a daze of parties and quarry visits. it was clear how far you two had fallen off from eachother. you were still intimate, and you still had conversations about the future and the present. it was enough, just barely, to keep you around. you assumed he knew that too, that he had to give you something to hold onto, to avoid losing you entirely.

everything fell apart the day the rumor started. it was the fourth day of senior year, today, during first period. you walked into school and you could feel the immediate buzz. the lights felt harsher, the stares more pointed, and the giggles were directed. apparently tina heard it from tammy, and tammy, heard it from carol, and carol heard it from tommy. or something like that. the entire school was whispering about it. steve harrington and nancy wheeler, seen at the movies together. you shook your head as if in denial, trying to clear the thought from ever even entering your brain.

steve had been distant, sure. but there was no way he would cheat on you. he loved you, if not as a girlfriend anymore then at least as a friend. he had to have loved you. he had to have, because you loved him so much, you couldn’t even begin to picture a world where he didn’t love you back.

your feet began to take you on a familiar route, the route that lead straight to steve’s locker as your throat tightened with each stare and giggle from a stranger. you made your way to steve’s locker on autopilot, not even glancing up from the tiled floors as you walked. shoulders occasionally bumping into you as your head stayed down. your heart drummed frantically against your ribs when you looked up to see him leaning against his locker with a few guys from the basketball team surrounding him, while they all talked animatedly. he was holding court as always, just like a king.

as you began to approach him, his head slightly turned towards you then he straightened up. his signature smile faltering slightly. “hey, baby” he said it casually.

you knew your voice would shake before you even opened your mouth to speak. “steve.. i..” you swallowed hard and took a breath, forcing the words out before you brushed it off and dismissed it as nothing. “is it true?”

he stared at you silently for a few seconds then his posture became slightly more guarded, you could see the way he tensed up. “is what true?” he asked so normally. the normalcy and calmness in his statement making you question yourself.

“the.. the thing with nancy. people are talking. is it true?” you asked quietly, as if you were embarrassed to doubt the king in front of the jesters.

steve sighed as if he was confused by your sudden doubt. “c’mon. you can’t seriously be listening to high school gossip.”

you felt pressure build in your eyes as he so casually began to manipulate the situation back on you. you wondered when he got so good at that. the steve who trembled when he first kissed you under the stars on a blanket in his backyard, somehow the same steve who supposedly cheated on you and could now lie about it so easily to your face.

you asked again, pleading. “please don’t lie to me, steve. just.. tell me the truth. did anything happen?”

he let out a long sigh before nodding once. the slow motion of the gesture felt like a gavel coming down on your heart. “yeah, yeah, okay?” is that what you wanted to hear?” he exhaled in exasperation. “it didn’t even mean anything. it doesn’t even matter”

you shook your head and took a step back. everything clicking into horrible place quickly. the months-no-years of delusion and hope finally fading away to this one simple fact, you were in love with a version of steve harrington that simply didn’t exist anymore, and there’s was no use in staying with this version. the version who lies, and cheats.

numbness began to spread throughout you, mixing with the feelings of betrayal, loss, and heartbreak. there was also a weird pang of relief. the relief of it being over. not the relationship, but the not knowing. the wondering. the distance and the worrying. it would all be gone now, and it was replaced by this brutal truth.

the hallway felt like a tunnel that was beginning to close in, so you took a step back, and another, until you were walking away from steve. for good, this time. you weren’t sure if he called after you or not. you couldn’t hear over the sound of your racing heart, but you assumed he didn’t. not because he didn’t want to, but because it would hurt his pride. his ego. his persona. and of course, that was always more important. you’d come to learn at least that simple fact over the last year.

the walk to your car in the student parking lot felt like you were walking through a dream. you barely even remember unlocking the car or sliding into your seat. you just feel the feeling of right now. the wind whipping through your hair, the roar of the wind loud in your ears to muffle the silence in your head. it felt like playing in a scene that belonged to a stranger, but maybe that was the point. maybe you were a stranger, who loved another stranger.

the year had flown by, maybe it was from how hurt you were for a majority of it, or maybe it was from how alone you were. steve had been everything to you for years, and when you lost him, you had nobody. you’ve learned so much about yourself over the last 300 days, especially when it comes to your boundaries and limits in a relationship.

you’d never allow yourself to be manipulated or belittled in a relationship ever again, you had to learn the hard away. you learned healing isn’t linear. there were days you felt empty, and nights you didn’t sleep. your mind racing, panicking over what steve was doing. who was he with? did he miss you? was he with someone else? the thoughts were a private hell of your own making. you passed each-other in the hallways at school. your eyes would linger on him, his would barely even glance near you. you couldn’t tell if it was shame, guilt, hurt, or if he just genuinely did not care. he was so hard to read these days.

you had to learn how to be you again, not “king steve’s girl”. that was the hardest part. for so long you adjusted your interests and wants to better suit his needs, always putting him first no matter how many times he showed you that he would never do the same for you. you couldn’t let go, the boy from the picnic blanket had a permanent place in your heart, and you just couldn’t let him go. it felt like a betrayal to the ten year old version of you.

there was never a stage of anger for you, not really. it was hard to be angry at steve. every time you began to blame him, you slowly shifted into blaming yourself. finding ways to declare that the cheating and the distance was because you should have done more.

you haven’t thought like that in awhile, thankfully. you know better now. you know who you are, and what you deserve. which is better than any relationship with a partner, because you will always love and care for yourself more than anyone else can.

you stretched out on your bed as you began to get ready for the day, the sunlight from the early morning casting stripes into the room. morning doves chirping softly, a welcome soundtrack. you hadn’t done much this summer, just prepared to head to college at indiana tech in the fall, and leave hawkins and steve harrington behind.

today you planned to head to the mall to find a new outfit for your orientation in august, starcourt opened just a few months ago. it was a nice sized two story shopping mall with a large built-in movie theatre. it seemed out of place in a dreary town like hawkins, but it was packed everyday either way. you hadn’t visited the mall yet, you didn’t have a reason to honestly, and you definitely wanted to avoid as many people from high school as possible.

the warm air and the suns warmth lingered on your skin as you headed towards the mall. humming softly along to summer of 69 playing on the car stereo, drumming your fingers gently against the wheel as you arrived to starcourt. the heat was radiating today, even with the ac on full blast you could still feel the intensity of the sun. the thought of enjoying a freezing cold soft-serve cone is suddenly all consuming, you just hoped the mall at least had an ice cream shop.

you walked inside the mall and your eyes immediately began to scan the storefronts as you search for a place that would sell a cold sweet treat. your gaze locks onto a nautical themed front named “scoops ahoy” with a logo of an ice cream cone, so you begin walking without wasting another second.

the second you entered the shop the smell of the sweet cream filled your senses. you looked up at the counter and noticed a tall and lanky girl with mousy brown hair in a ridiculous sailor uniform. you’d seen her at school a few times. she looked incredibly bored. the uniform consisted of a blue and white collared shirt with a blue vest over it. a red handkerchief tied around the neck. she wore a white hat that said “ahoy” on the front. the bottoms were blue high waisted shorts that had a white stripe on them. it looked less like a uniform for a job, and more like a costume.

“ahoy, sailor! welcome to scoops ahoy, where the ice cream is cold and the employment is... questionable. what can I get for you?” she spoke as if she was reading a terrible script, which i guess she was in a way. her name tag said her name was robin.

you replied quickly “just a vanilla cone, thanks”

she moved without another word to start scooping the vanilla when she sighed in exasperation realizing it was empty. “hey, dingus!” she called out loudly, even though you didn’t see anyone else in the shop.

a loud exasperated and familiar groan made your heart stop, a sound you would know anywhere. a sound you would be able to recognize in a room full of people. the two glass windows behind the girls head began to slide open, and you looked up to see your ex boyfriend in a matching sailor uniform.

his eyes locking onto yours. his eyes were swirling with complicated emotions. it was mix of caution, surprise, and guilt. maybe regret. maybe even longing.

you took a step back as if you were physically struck, and then another, muttering “never-nevermind, i’m okay, thanks” as you began to turn towards the door.

his voice stopped you. it wasn’t anything like the voice of king steve. it wasn’t dripping with confidence or laced with a casual coolness. it was raw, and almost vulnerable. “please don’t go.. just.. just wait a sec-“ he pleaded. he might as well have dropped to his knees and begged at your feet, and by the look in his eyes when you turned around to face him? he just might have if you asked.

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i hope you enjoyed! i don’t typically write anything angsty but was in the mood to write something with feeling. thank u for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. ♡

Edit: sensory issues can be counted under "otherwise medically unable to" if you feel that to be appropriate

Shadows and Sunlight

Pairing: Azriel x Mate f!reader

Summary: She is a Day Court princess, the light in every room, loud, bright, and adored. He is the Night Court’s spymaster, hidden in shadows, haunted by the knowledge that she deserves better.

Warnings: mating bond, jealousy, possessiveness, emotional insecurity, slow-burn romance, angst, fluff

Word count: 2,500

Author’s Note: Another request completed! I hope you enjoy it!

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Bilbo meets Thorin after the capture of Erebor

Thorin just very shy

" aww, are you jealous baby ?"

yes i am, but not in a hot possessive way. I get jealous in an annoying & insecure way.