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| Border credits to @cursed-carmine !

| summary: Based on this request!: Jack picks you up after a girls night out <3

| wc: 0.9k

| tags: Very fluffy, Jack and Reader are married, established relationship, my first proper blurb, beta read

It had been a long week. You had been extremely busy with work, had little to no time for yourself, or even with Jack. You were drained, and needed something to bring you back to your proper self.

At the end of the week, you had decided you needed a night out. Not anything crazy, but just some casual drinking with some friends.

Jack was covering the day shift, still in the Pitt as you texted him and let him know that you were going out for drinks.

Jack had replied quickly, telling you to have fun and that he loves you before he slipped back into the Pitt to (freak out about you going out drinking without him) take care of the rest of handoff before heading home.

You met your friends at the bar, sitting around the table and ordering your first round of drinks. One after another, the drinks kept coming. It was happy hour, why not? You were having fun, catching up and letting loose.

After about three rounds, you were properly tipsy, on the verge of drunk. The vibe was coming down a bit, everyone growing tired after the few hours you’d been out. You looked around, a sudden realization hitting you.

“Guys. Who’s driving us home?” A beat of silence came over the group, all of you realizing a designated driver was never established.

Fits of giggles erupted your group before all of you pulled out your phones, trying to figure out a ride home. You, of course, texted Jack.

“babe. baby. jackie desrest.” You typed, slight typos due to your inebriation.

“Jackie dearest? That’s a new one.” Jack replied, “You okay?”

“:( drunk with no ride home :(“

“No problem, honey. I’m on my way ❤️”

“YAYAYAY”

With your ride figured out, you bid farewell to your group of friends, nearly tipping over as you tried to hug everyone goodbye before slipping out into the cold evening.

After about 10 minutes, you saw the familiar black pick up truck pulling into the parking lot. You stood up from the curb, waving and smiling dramatically as if Jack didn’t already spot you the second he pulled in.

He parked near the front, getting out as he watched you almost trip over yourself trying to skip over to him.

“Careful, honey.” He chuckled lowly, gently grabbing your hands and opening the passenger door for you.

“Sorry, I just missed you.” You giggled, smiling at him as you hopped up into the seat. He closed the door behind you, leaning on the window as he smiled softly at you.

“I missed you too, baby. You have fun?” Jack asked, his voice low and tired from just recently getting off shift.

“Soo much fun!” You drawled, holding onto his arms as your words slurred. “We were talking and laughing and they were playing such good music!”

Jack listened intently, nodding his head with an amused smile. “Yeah? You look good tonight, I love this dress on you.”

“You like it?” You squealed, smiling widely as you leaned back to show it off. He laughed softly again and nodded, moving to kiss your cheek. “I love it.”

As he kissed your cheek, you gasped and grabbed his hands again, a soft frown on your face now. “Baby, I was a bad wife.”

His eyebrows pulled down, furrowing as he tilted his head with concern. “A bad wife? What did you do?”

“I didn’t get groceries today and I didn’t do anything I wanted to do..” You frowned, trailing off at the end as Jack’s smile returned and he leaned in to peck your lips.

You still frowned, leaning your head on his arms and closing your eyes. “I don’t get out a lot! I was too excited.”

He stopped you gently, brushing your hair behind your ear. “It’s alright, you had fun. You had fun, right?”

You nodded, opening your eyes up at him again. “Then, that’s all that matters, okay? We can just get some takeout tonight, I’ll take care of it.” He raised his eyebrows at you, making sure you were listening.

You lifted your head again quickly, smiling again. “Mm, thank you, baby. I had so much fun! Maybe too much fun, we were all talking a lot and then Lilly was like ‘we should get shots!’ and we were like ‘fuck yes!’ and then we even got desert afterwards.” You rambled, giggling at yourself.

The whole time you rambled, Jack just stared at you with affection, clinging on to every word you said. When your rambling slowed to a stop, he nodded and kissed your forehead.

“I’m so glad you had fun. You needed it.” He then grabbed your hands, rubbing your knuckles “How about I get you home, we order some chinese, and take a nice bath together, hm?”

Your eyes practically lit up, smiling widely and nodding eagerly. “Yes, please! I missed you.” You smiled, pecking his lips again.

thinking about this with jack abbott..

If you could write a drabble or just anything that would be much appreciated 🥹

The Pitt

Jack Abbot x Dennis Whitaker small fic

Jack Abbot x Cop!Reader

dad!Jack Abbot smau

Stranger Things

Jonathan Byers transfem fic (with hints of Jonathan x Steve x Nancy)

This is the first part of a WIP fic im working on! Just posting it here to get it out into the world and hopefully get some motivation to actually finish it. Some context: 5 times Jonathan felt like a girl and one time he put those thoughts to fruition. (takes place in 1983, all three of them still in school. Steve - 17/18, Junior. Nancy and Jonathan - 15/16, Sophomores.

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The friendship between Jonathan, Steve, and Nancy was a new thing, still awkward as they walked on eggshells around each other. Nancy and Steve were still together, and Jonathan nuzzled his way into their little pairing after the horrors the three of them experienced together. They had gotten over the fight that occurred between Jonathan and Steve, as Steve had apologized to both Jonathon and Nancy relentlessly. 

There seemed to be a strange buzz in the air whenever the three of them were together. After that Christmas, all three of them had all separately come to their own conclusions and revelations. They were never addressed between them, though. It just seemed to float in the air whenever they hung out, which was almost constantly. 

Like tonight, the three of them agreed on another movie night at Steve’s house. This was basically a weekly ritual now, as Steve’s parents were always gone on business trips, giving the teenagers the house to themselves. Naturally, Nancy showed up first, and her and Steve talked idly as they waited for Jonathan. 

Eventually, the door quietly creeped open, signaling Jonathan’s entrance. They heard the sounds of Jonathan kicking his shoes off before he rounded the corner shyly, as if he hadn’t been there before.

“Hey, Jon.” Nancy greeted first, smiling at him as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. “Hey, Jonathan. Come sit.” Steve added, reaching across Nancy’s lap to dramatically pat the sofa. “Are you- like- a vampire that always needs to be invited in?” He joked. Steve’s comment forced a small smile from Jonathan, and he sat on the other side of Nancy. 

“Your house is just so… nice. I feel out of place.” Jonathan responded, a soft laugh escaping his lips. He’d been to Steve’s house before of course, but it was always a bit of a culture shock for Jonathan having free reign in such a nice home, considering where he came from. 

Steve shook his head, smiling sheepishly. Steve knew his family was rich, but he always hated talking about it. He was grateful, of course, but it didn’t feel like much. His parents were never home anyway. “Well, anyway!” Steve stood up, walking over to his entertainment system. He had rented a few movies from the nearby Family video, and he held them up for Nancy and Jonathan to see.

“We got Christine, Sleepaway Camp, and Sweet Sixteen.” Steve announced, placing them on the table in front of them. He went to speak again, before freezing in place. He then furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at the table again. “I forgot to get snacks.” There was a visible dampen in the room at Steve’s words, both Jonathan and Nancy physically deflating. 

Jonathan then sat up again, seemingly having an idea. “Do you have anything in your kitchen? I can make something.” He offered, already standing up. He waited for Steve’s permission, which Steve gave with a dramatic ‘go ahead’ gesture towards the kitchen. Jonathan walked to the kitchen, and heard both Steve and Nancy’s footsteps following behind him. 

“You have chips, I can make some salsa for us.” Jonathan offered, already pulling out the ingredients needed. He put them on the counter, moving to start chopping up the tomatoes before Nancy stopped him. “Wait!” She started, rushing over to a drawer and pulling out an extremely cheesy ‘kiss the cook’ apron. “Perfect.” 

Jonathan flushed red but just shook his head and chuckled quietly, moving to start chopping the ingredients. Nancy and Steve stood beside him, watching him cook. “Our own little housewife.” Steve teased, laughing and nudging Jonathan’s shoulder, despite him trying to carefully chop up the tomatoes for the salsa. 

Jonathan let out another soft chuckle, but those words hit him harder than expected. Steve and Nancy continued to chat and laugh together, chalking Jonathan’s silence up to concentration on cooking. But truly, he was spiraling.  Steve and Nancy's voices faded into the back of Jonathan's mind, his hands slowing down as he thought.

Not only did Steve's comment come off as a flirt, but Jonathan seemed to truly act more feminine than would be allowed growing up. He was the one who cooked breakfast for his mom and brother every morning; he was the one his family came to to open up and talk about feelings, and it's not like he was bringing in much money; that was all Joyce.

Growing up, Jonathan would always get in trouble for not being "manly enough". If he ever said no to throwing a ball around with his dad, if he didn't even try to fight back when Lonnie hit him, and god forbid Jonathan try to clean up Lonnie's drunken mess.

Jonathan always pushed it down, but maybe it was something he should think about.

Jonathan was then broken out of his thoughts by the sound of Nancy's voice. "Jonathan?" She spoke softly, her hand gently landing on his shoulder. Jonathan looked up at her, realizing he had stopped cutting and completely zoned out. "Hm?"

"You alright?" Steve asked, still leaning his hip against the counter as he looked at Jonathan with genuine concern. The two of them had the same, almost pouty look on their faces, like two puppies worried for their owner.

Jonathan blinked at them, unsure of what to say. He nervously cleared his throat, looking back down at the cutting board and continuing to chop. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. Maybe just more tired than I thought."