âBecause itâs yours | Michael âRobbyâ Robinavitch
You cancel your second date with Robby because you canât find a babysitter to take care of the tiny princess you have. What you donât expect is for him to show up at your apartment worried sick after you stop answering his texts⌠and accidentally meet the little girl youâve been hiding from him.
âMake me blush | John Shen
In which you are supposted to hate Shen, but you canât help the love feeling that is growing inside of you
âFamily line| Jack Abbot (the pitt & animal kingdom)
What happens when you build a life saving people but the family you came from only knows how to destroy things? An exhausted ER resident counting down the minutes to handoff. A fiancĂŠ who knows exactly how to steady her.
âDoctor Ken and the Cookies | Frank Langdon
Between her calling him âDoctor Ken,â asking if heâs your boyfriend, and inviting him home to bake cookies, your carefully built composure starts slipping. Worst of all? He doesnât seem to mind
âPeepawâs Princess Has a Little Princess | Jack Abbot
Jack and you have been married for a while, and your daughter misses him after he leaves early for work. A little dizziness sends the two Abbot girls straight to the man they love most.
âLove Me Harder | Jack Abbot
After a long shift, you and Jack finally get a moment alone together.
âRomĂĄntica | Dennis Whitaker
You moved from Argentina to Pittsburgh for med school, but outside your scrubs youâre a viral heels dancer with a public Instagram account. One day Victoria finds your videos at the nurseâs station... and suddenly the whole ER is watching.
âHave You Ever Tried This One?⌠| Jack Abbot
You and Jack on Sabrina Carpenterâs show, where things get chaotic, playful, and a little embarrassing.
âMatilda | Jack Abbot
Youâve spent your life feeling like no one ever chooses you. But since the day Jack met you, that was never true.
âMarks | Jack Abbot
You and Jack are dating in secretâuntil people start noticing clues you forgot to hide.
âJealous | Dennis Whitaker
You like Dennis. Unfortunately, heâs also your boss.
âI Hated You | Dennis Whitaker
Dennis has a crush on you... but heâs convinced you canât stand him
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could you write a John Shen x reader where sheâs a barista at a small coffee shop jack convinced him to go. To make him stop his dunkin addiction. He ends up not liking the coffee but stays for the cute barista⌠if not thatâs okay!
omg thatâs so cute!!! i will absolutely write this one. Just give me some time, school is killing me rn đđđđ
Because itâs yours | Michael âRobbyâ Robinavitch
michael robby robinavitch x fem!reader
introduction: you cancel your second date with Robby because you canât find a babysitter to take care of the tiny princess you have. What you donât expect is for him to show up at your apartment worried sick after you stop answering his texts⌠and accidentally meet the little girl youâve been hiding from him.
warnings: attending!robby x fem!reader, age gap, single mom reader, mentions of past sexual assault/abuse (non-graphic), trauma & anxiety, self-worth issues, emotional themes, fluff + angst, protective robby, hurt/comfort, kissing, family dynamics, reader struggling with vulnerability, lots of soft baby Riven moments
What if all your first times are with your old-enough attending?
You have been on a date once, in your hole life, and it was with the same person you were waiting to show up
But there was a tiny brunette problem.
Your kid.
Robby didnât know about her, never met her and you werenât prepared yet for the encounter
Your babygirl was now three years old and she understand more things by now, the main thing that she was eager to ask every single time, was why she didnât have a dada
You couldnât answer that without feeling guilty. And the memories of the night that she happened, werenât cheerful.
When you were twenty one years old, you were abused. And in consequence Riven was born
Donât misunderstand this, she was the light of your life in every meaning of the word
But you were through the worst things before and during your pragnancy
Robby did not know about this, about your suffering and the things you carried. This, due to the fact, that you were embarrassed about him seeing you like something filthy
And when your second date was going to happend, you couldnât find a babysitter in time, so you called your older sister
âHey, is everything okay?â she asked through the phone
âHi, uhm, sorry to bother you and i know itâs late to ask you this, but, could you babysit Riv tonight?â you bit your lip with nervousness
âBut, y/n, werenât you going to meet with Robby tonight?â she asked and you couldâve lough at her stupidity, but you were very anxious
âYes, Liz, thatâs why iâm askingâ your brows frowned at her question
âIâm sorry, i canât tonightâ she said after a silence
A shaky breath left your mouth when Riven just came out her room with her princess dress on and a plastic tiara
âLook mommy! iâm prettyâ she said with her three-year old-vocabulary while spinning on her edge
A big smile was now on your lips at the sight of your baby
âYou are the most beautiful baby in the earthâ you said and she ran straight to you giggling and hugged you
âDonât worry Liz, iâll ask him to reschedule the meetingâ you said carefully
Liz apologize too many times before pressing the red button
A soft huff left your mouth with a tired gaze
âMommyâ Riven called
âWhat baby?â your voice softer than you intended, your hand lift up to meet Rivenâs curls to start stroking them with love
âAre you sad?â her innocent tone broke your heart
âNo babyâ
âAre you mad at me?â her eyes were full with concern and your mouth twich downward, feeling your eyes filled with tears you were trying to hold back
âNo my love, i could never be mad at my little and gorgeous princessâ you said with a smile and pointing her tummy making her laugh
âluve you mamaâ and then she lift up from your lap to start her way to the floor where her painting books were resting open, waiting for her
You watched her for a while, and felt the pit in your throat, but the buzzing of your phone made you come back to real world
âsorry iâm probably going to be late, car crash incomingâ
Robby texted.
âI was going to text you⌠i donât think i can make it tonight, iâm really sorryâ
You were frustrated and feeling the need to cry. You really like Robby, and you really wanted to move on with him, because you knew he wanted to do things right and properly
For the rest of the evening, you werenât able to watch your phone, guilt was eating you alive
You tried to focus on Riven instead.
You really did.
You sat on the floor beside her while she colored outside the lines with intense concentration, tongue poking out slightly from the corner of her mouth.
âMommy,â she whispered dramatically, holding up a pink crayon, âthis one smells funny.â
You smiled weakly. âThatâs because theyâre scented, baby.â
She gasped like this was groundbreaking information.
Then immediately shoved the crayon near your face.
âSmell.â
And you did, because you would do absolutely anything for her.
âStrawberry,â you nodded.
âNo,â she corrected seriously. âPrincess.â
A laugh escaped your mouth before you could stop it.
For a few minutes, things felt lighter.
Until your phone buzzed again on the couch.
Your stomach twisted instantly.
You ignored it.
Five minutes later, it buzzed again.
And again.
Riven looked up from her coloring. âYour phoneâs yelling.â
âItâs okay, baby.â
But it wasnât.
Because deep down, you knew Robby wouldnât text this much unless he was worried.
Still, shame glued you in place. You hated disappointing people.
Especially him.
Especially because a part of you still couldnât understand why someone like Robby even wanted someone like you.
The thought made your chest ache.
Before you could spiral further, there was a knock at the door.
Your entire body went still.
Riven blinked toward the entrance. âWhoâs that?â
Nobody ever came over this late.
Slowly, you stood up, heart pounding hard enough to make you dizzy.
Another knock.
Then your phone buzzed one more time.
You looked down.
Please tell me youâre okay.
Your breath caught.
Oh.
Oh no.
You hurried toward the door and opened it quickly.
And there he was.
Robby stood in the hallway still wearing navy scrubs under a dark jacket, exhaustion written all over his face. His hair looked slightly damp from the night air and his brows pulled together immediately the second he saw you.
âThere you are.â
The relief in his voice hit you harder than it should have.
âIââ
âYou stopped answering.â His breathing was slightly uneven, like he came upstairs too fast. âI thought something happened.â
Guilt punched straight through you.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered instantly. âI didnât mean to worry you, I justââ
Your voice cracked embarrassingly.
Robbyâs expression softened immediately.
âHey.â
Then tiny footsteps appeared behind you.
Riven peeked around your leg curiously, curls messy from rolling around on the carpet, tiny tiara still crooked on her head.
The second Robby noticed her, he went completely silent; and you forgot how to breathe.
Riven stared at him with huge eyes.
ââŚWhoâs that?â
Your mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
Humiliation flooded your chest so fast it burned.
Because thisâ this was exactly what you had tried to avoid.
Robby finding out like this.
Seeing your life like this.
Seeing you.
âSheâs my daughter,â you finally managed quietly.
Robby looked stunned for maybe half a second.
Then his eyes went back to Riven.
Not cold, not even angry.
Just surprised.
She looked just like you. With big brown doe eyes, the tiny dimples on her cheeks, her light curls, everything was yours
She was gorgeous, just like her mommy
Riven hid slightly behind your leg, still staring at him openly.
Robby crouched down a little without thinking, instinctively making himself less intimidating.
âHi.â
Riven blinked.
Then, very seriously:
âYouâre really tall.â
A startled laugh left him.
âYeah, I get that a lot.â
âSheâs three,â you said softly, anxiety making your fingers shake. âHer name is Riven.â
Robby repeated it gently, like it was something important.
âRiven.â
She kept studying him carefully.
Then pointed at the stitched cut near his eyebrow.
âOwie?â
You wanted the earth to swallow you whole, but Robby just touched his eyebrow lightly.
âWork accident.â
âDid you cry?â
You slapped a hand over your face instantly.
âOh my god.â
Robby laughed quietly this time, warm and real.
ââŚMaybe a little.â
Riven nodded like she respected his honesty.
Then she reached down, grabbed her stuffed bunny from the floor and held it up toward him.
âThis is Lady Sparkles.â
Something changed in Robbyâs face right then.
Something soft.
Like he hadnât expected to be trusted that quickly, he took the bunny carefully.
âWell,â he whispered seriously to the toy, âitâs an honor to meet you, Lady Sparkles.â
Riven giggled.
And you stood there in complete silence, heart aching painfully in your chest.
Because Robby didnât look at your daughter like she was baggage.
He looked at her like she mattered simply because she was yours.
âRiv, can you go to your room for a minute?, itâs just a second babyâ you said kneeling in front of her
The tiny girl nodded and ran to her room with a smile in her face
âHey look iâmââ
âNo, itâs fine. I would love you telling me this before, but itâs okay if you didnât want to rush thingsâ he said stepping close to you
His hand cupped the side of your face, touching slightly your cheekbone
âI-i⌠i donât know what to say than sorry. And i want to tell you everything, i swear i do.â you said faster than you intended
âI have time, if you let me stay. If you feel like itâs too much right now, i can go away and we could figure things out tomorrow or in our dateâ he said stroking your face, his eyes glowing with adoration
You felt like crying, and he noticed, he always did
The two of you felt the tiny steps and the soft giggle, Riven was hiding behind the doorframe, watching the two of you
She was amused with Robby and how big he was, he looked like a bear to her and her imagination
âI think she likes you alredyâ you said with a tiny smile and he laughed
âGood to know, i would like her even if i knew sooner, just because she is yoursâ his words meant more than he knew to you, all the weight of lying to him, was gone by now
âRobbyâŚâ you didnât know what to say rather than what you did
You kissed him.
It was your first time kissing him.
Robby froze for half a second but not because he didnât want it. Because he clearly hadnât expected it.
Your hand instinctively grabbed the front of his jacket softly, like you needed something steady to hold onto, and his free hand immediately moved to your waist carefully, giving you every chance to pull away if you wanted.
But you didnât.
You kissed him like someone terrified he would disappear.
And maybe part of you was.
The kiss was soft, hesitant at first, full of nerves and unsaid things. Nothing rushed, nothing overwhelming. Just warmth.
When you finally pulled back, your breathing shaky, Robby stayed close enough that his forehead almost brushed yours.
âThere she is,â he whispered softly.
Your brows pulled together slightly. âWhat?â
âThat smile.â His thumb stroked gently beneath your eye. âBeen waiting to see it all night.â
Your chest tightened painfully.
Nobody had ever looked at you the way Robby did.
Like you were something delicate instead of damaged.
A tiny gasp interrupted the moment.
You both turned instantly.
Riven was still peeking from behind the hallway wall with huge scandalized eyes.
âOh my goodness.â baby said with her words tripping
You covered your face immediately. âRivenââ
âYou kissed him.â
Robby pressed his lips together hard, clearly trying not to laugh.
âIt was one kiss, baby.â
Riven looked at him, then back at you.
âAre you gonna marry him now?â
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Your jaw dropped so fast it hurt.
Robby outright choked on air beside you.
âOkay,â you muttered weakly, âthatâs enough cartoons for you.â
âBut Princess Ana kissed the man and thenââ
âI know what happened to Princess Ana.â
Robby finally lost the battle against his laughter, head dropping slightly as a warm laugh escaped him.
And the sound filled your apartment so naturally that it almost made your eyes sting again.
Riven walked closer without hesitation now, still holding Lady Sparkles tightly under her arm.
âYou smell like hospital,â she informed Robby seriously.
âThatâs devastating news.â
âAnd coffee.â
ââŚThat oneâs fair.â
She nodded wisely.
Then held her arms up suddenly toward him without warning. Your heart nearly stopped.
Because Riven never did that with strangers.
Ever.
Robby looked at you immediately first, checking silently if it was okay.
And when you gave the tiniest nod, he picked her up carefully like she was something precious.
Riven settled against him without fear, tiny hand playing with the zipper of his jacket.
And something inside your chest cracked wide open at the sight.
Because she looked so small in his arms.
Safe.
Robby looked at her like he already knew heâd protect her if she ever let him.
âYouâre heavy,â he teased gently.
âIâm big now,â she corrected.
âOh, my mistake.â
âIâm three.â
âWell thatâs basically forty.â
Riven giggled loudly.
You stood there watching them, feeling almost outside your own body. This wasnât supposed to happen.
You werenât supposed to want this.
Not after everything. Not after spending years convincing yourself nobody could ever truly love you after knowing the truth.
But Robby stood in your apartment holding your daughter like it was the easiest thing in the world.
And when his eyes found yours again, there wasnât pity in them.
There wasnât disgust.
Just care.
Just him.
âCan I stay a little?â he asked quietly.
Riven even made a pouty face, like she begged you
And for the first time in a very long timeâ
âYes,â came easily.
thank you for reading! have a nice day<3. What about making this a serie?
Because itâs yours | Michael âRobbyâ Robinavitch
michael robby robinavitch x fem!reader
introduction: you cancel your second date with Robby because you canât find a babysitter to take care of the tiny princess you have. What you donât expect is for him to show up at your apartment worried sick after you stop answering his texts⌠and accidentally meet the little girl youâve been hiding from him.
warnings: attending!robby x fem!reader, age gap, single mom reader, mentions of past sexual assault/abuse (non-graphic), trauma & anxiety, self-worth issues, emotional themes, fluff + angst, protective robby, hurt/comfort, kissing, family dynamics, reader struggling with vulnerability, lots of soft baby Riven moments
What if all your first times are with your old-enough attending?
You have been on a date once, in your hole life, and it was with the same person you were waiting to show up
But there was a tiny brunette problem.
Your kid.
Robby didnât know about her, never met her and you werenât prepared yet for the encounter
Your babygirl was now three years old and she understand more things by now, the main thing that she was eager to ask every single time, was why she didnât have a dada
You couldnât answer that without feeling guilty. And the memories of the night that she happened, werenât cheerful.
When you were twenty one years old, you were abused. And in consequence Riven was born
Donât misunderstand this, she was the light of your life in every meaning of the word
But you were through the worst things before and during your pragnancy
Robby did not know about this, about your suffering and the things you carried. This, due to the fact, that you were embarrassed about him seeing you like something filthy
And when your second date was going to happend, you couldnât find a babysitter in time, so you called your older sister
âHey, is everything okay?â she asked through the phone
âHi, uhm, sorry to bother you and i know itâs late to ask you this, but, could you babysit Riv tonight?â you bit your lip with nervousness
âBut, y/n, werenât you going to meet with Robby tonight?â she asked and you couldâve lough at her stupidity, but you were very anxious
âYes, Liz, thatâs why iâm askingâ your brows frowned at her question
âIâm sorry, i canât tonightâ she said after a silence
A shaky breath left your mouth when Riven just came out her room with her princess dress on and a plastic tiara
âLook mommy! iâm prettyâ she said with her three-year old-vocabulary while spinning on her edge
A big smile was now on your lips at the sight of your baby
âYou are the most beautiful baby in the earthâ you said and she ran straight to you giggling and hugged you
âDonât worry Liz, iâll ask him to reschedule the meetingâ you said carefully
Liz apologize too many times before pressing the red button
A soft huff left your mouth with a tired gaze
âMommyâ Riven called
âWhat baby?â your voice softer than you intended, your hand lift up to meet Rivenâs curls to start stroking them with love
âAre you sad?â her innocent tone broke your heart
âNo babyâ
âAre you mad at me?â her eyes were full with concern and your mouth twich downward, feeling your eyes filled with tears you were trying to hold back
âNo my love, i could never be mad at my little and gorgeous princessâ you said with a smile and pointing her tummy making her laugh
âluve you mamaâ and then she lift up from your lap to start her way to the floor where her painting books were resting open, waiting for her
You watched her for a while, and felt the pit in your throat, but the buzzing of your phone made you come back to real world
âsorry iâm probably going to be late, car crash incomingâ
Robby texted.
âI was going to text you⌠i donât think i can make it tonight, iâm really sorryâ
You were frustrated and feeling the need to cry. You really like Robby, and you really wanted to move on with him, because you knew he wanted to do things right and properly
For the rest of the evening, you werenât able to watch your phone, guilt was eating you alive
You tried to focus on Riven instead.
You really did.
You sat on the floor beside her while she colored outside the lines with intense concentration, tongue poking out slightly from the corner of her mouth.
âMommy,â she whispered dramatically, holding up a pink crayon, âthis one smells funny.â
You smiled weakly. âThatâs because theyâre scented, baby.â
She gasped like this was groundbreaking information.
Then immediately shoved the crayon near your face.
âSmell.â
And you did, because you would do absolutely anything for her.
âStrawberry,â you nodded.
âNo,â she corrected seriously. âPrincess.â
A laugh escaped your mouth before you could stop it.
For a few minutes, things felt lighter.
Until your phone buzzed again on the couch.
Your stomach twisted instantly.
You ignored it.
Five minutes later, it buzzed again.
And again.
Riven looked up from her coloring. âYour phoneâs yelling.â
âItâs okay, baby.â
But it wasnât.
Because deep down, you knew Robby wouldnât text this much unless he was worried.
Still, shame glued you in place. You hated disappointing people.
Especially him.
Especially because a part of you still couldnât understand why someone like Robby even wanted someone like you.
The thought made your chest ache.
Before you could spiral further, there was a knock at the door.
Your entire body went still.
Riven blinked toward the entrance. âWhoâs that?â
Nobody ever came over this late.
Slowly, you stood up, heart pounding hard enough to make you dizzy.
Another knock.
Then your phone buzzed one more time.
You looked down.
Please tell me youâre okay.
Your breath caught.
Oh.
Oh no.
You hurried toward the door and opened it quickly.
And there he was.
Robby stood in the hallway still wearing navy scrubs under a dark jacket, exhaustion written all over his face. His hair looked slightly damp from the night air and his brows pulled together immediately the second he saw you.
âThere you are.â
The relief in his voice hit you harder than it should have.
âIââ
âYou stopped answering.â His breathing was slightly uneven, like he came upstairs too fast. âI thought something happened.â
Guilt punched straight through you.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered instantly. âI didnât mean to worry you, I justââ
Your voice cracked embarrassingly.
Robbyâs expression softened immediately.
âHey.â
Then tiny footsteps appeared behind you.
Riven peeked around your leg curiously, curls messy from rolling around on the carpet, tiny tiara still crooked on her head.
The second Robby noticed her, he went completely silent; and you forgot how to breathe.
Riven stared at him with huge eyes.
ââŚWhoâs that?â
Your mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
Humiliation flooded your chest so fast it burned.
Because thisâ this was exactly what you had tried to avoid.
Robby finding out like this.
Seeing your life like this.
Seeing you.
âSheâs my daughter,â you finally managed quietly.
Robby looked stunned for maybe half a second.
Then his eyes went back to Riven.
Not cold, not even angry.
Just surprised.
She looked just like you. With big brown doe eyes, the tiny dimples on her cheeks, her light curls, everything was yours
She was gorgeous, just like her mommy
Riven hid slightly behind your leg, still staring at him openly.
Robby crouched down a little without thinking, instinctively making himself less intimidating.
âHi.â
Riven blinked.
Then, very seriously:
âYouâre really tall.â
A startled laugh left him.
âYeah, I get that a lot.â
âSheâs three,â you said softly, anxiety making your fingers shake. âHer name is Riven.â
Robby repeated it gently, like it was something important.
âRiven.â
She kept studying him carefully.
Then pointed at the stitched cut near his eyebrow.
âOwie?â
You wanted the earth to swallow you whole, but Robby just touched his eyebrow lightly.
âWork accident.â
âDid you cry?â
You slapped a hand over your face instantly.
âOh my god.â
Robby laughed quietly this time, warm and real.
ââŚMaybe a little.â
Riven nodded like she respected his honesty.
Then she reached down, grabbed her stuffed bunny from the floor and held it up toward him.
âThis is Lady Sparkles.â
Something changed in Robbyâs face right then.
Something soft.
Like he hadnât expected to be trusted that quickly, he took the bunny carefully.
âWell,â he whispered seriously to the toy, âitâs an honor to meet you, Lady Sparkles.â
Riven giggled.
And you stood there in complete silence, heart aching painfully in your chest.
Because Robby didnât look at your daughter like she was baggage.
He looked at her like she mattered simply because she was yours.
âRiv, can you go to your room for a minute?, itâs just a second babyâ you said kneeling in front of her
The tiny girl nodded and ran to her room with a smile in her face
âHey look iâmââ
âNo, itâs fine. I would love you telling me this before, but itâs okay if you didnât want to rush thingsâ he said stepping close to you
His hand cupped the side of your face, touching slightly your cheekbone
âI-i⌠i donât know what to say than sorry. And i want to tell you everything, i swear i do.â you said faster than you intended
âI have time, if you let me stay. If you feel like itâs too much right now, i can go away and we could figure things out tomorrow or in our dateâ he said stroking your face, his eyes glowing with adoration
You felt like crying, and he noticed, he always did
The two of you felt the tiny steps and the soft giggle, Riven was hiding behind the doorframe, watching the two of you
She was amused with Robby and how big he was, he looked like a bear to her and her imagination
âI think she likes you alredyâ you said with a tiny smile and he laughed
âGood to know, i would like her even if i knew sooner, just because she is yoursâ his words meant more than he knew to you, all the weight of lying to him, was gone by now
âRobbyâŚâ you didnât know what to say rather than what you did
You kissed him.
It was your first time kissing him.
Robby froze for half a second but not because he didnât want it. Because he clearly hadnât expected it.
Your hand instinctively grabbed the front of his jacket softly, like you needed something steady to hold onto, and his free hand immediately moved to your waist carefully, giving you every chance to pull away if you wanted.
But you didnât.
You kissed him like someone terrified he would disappear.
And maybe part of you was.
The kiss was soft, hesitant at first, full of nerves and unsaid things. Nothing rushed, nothing overwhelming. Just warmth.
When you finally pulled back, your breathing shaky, Robby stayed close enough that his forehead almost brushed yours.
âThere she is,â he whispered softly.
Your brows pulled together slightly. âWhat?â
âThat smile.â His thumb stroked gently beneath your eye. âBeen waiting to see it all night.â
Your chest tightened painfully.
Nobody had ever looked at you the way Robby did.
Like you were something delicate instead of damaged.
A tiny gasp interrupted the moment.
You both turned instantly.
Riven was still peeking from behind the hallway wall with huge scandalized eyes.
âOh my goodness.â baby said with her words tripping
You covered your face immediately. âRivenââ
âYou kissed him.â
Robby pressed his lips together hard, clearly trying not to laugh.
âIt was one kiss, baby.â
Riven looked at him, then back at you.
âAre you gonna marry him now?â
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Your jaw dropped so fast it hurt.
Robby outright choked on air beside you.
âOkay,â you muttered weakly, âthatâs enough cartoons for you.â
âBut Princess Ana kissed the man and thenââ
âI know what happened to Princess Ana.â
Robby finally lost the battle against his laughter, head dropping slightly as a warm laugh escaped him.
And the sound filled your apartment so naturally that it almost made your eyes sting again.
Riven walked closer without hesitation now, still holding Lady Sparkles tightly under her arm.
âYou smell like hospital,â she informed Robby seriously.
âThatâs devastating news.â
âAnd coffee.â
ââŚThat oneâs fair.â
She nodded wisely.
Then held her arms up suddenly toward him without warning. Your heart nearly stopped.
Because Riven never did that with strangers.
Ever.
Robby looked at you immediately first, checking silently if it was okay.
And when you gave the tiniest nod, he picked her up carefully like she was something precious.
Riven settled against him without fear, tiny hand playing with the zipper of his jacket.
And something inside your chest cracked wide open at the sight.
Because she looked so small in his arms.
Safe.
Robby looked at her like he already knew heâd protect her if she ever let him.
âYouâre heavy,â he teased gently.
âIâm big now,â she corrected.
âOh, my mistake.â
âIâm three.â
âWell thatâs basically forty.â
Riven giggled loudly.
You stood there watching them, feeling almost outside your own body. This wasnât supposed to happen.
You werenât supposed to want this.
Not after everything. Not after spending years convincing yourself nobody could ever truly love you after knowing the truth.
But Robby stood in your apartment holding your daughter like it was the easiest thing in the world.
And when his eyes found yours again, there wasnât pity in them.
There wasnât disgust.
Just care.
Just him.
âCan I stay a little?â he asked quietly.
Riven even made a pouty face, like she begged you
And for the first time in a very long timeâ
âYes,â came easily.
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Make me blush| John Shen
John Shen x fem reader!
introduction: In which you are supposted to hate Shen, but you canât help the love feeling that is growing inside of you
warnings: none, itâs not my confort type of writing because i canât imagine anything romantic about Shen (heâs just my coffee buddy, donât hate me)
"Hey, stop staring, you're going to scare him" Isabella said to you
"I just..."
"I know you are, like, dying for him, but he alredy knows that, so don't make it more obvious" your best friend said with a light laugh
You are making your best efford trying not to actually get all over him, because you are madly in love by now
But there was another problem, he and everyone knows that you hate each other
And you didn't know when all that hate you had saved for him, change into love. And honestly, it was making you upset
Like, why would you have to go and make things this complicated?, you hated yourself for that
A soft sight left your mouth and you keep going with your charts, looking sometimes in his direction just because
Isa was there by your side, trying to make you eat something and trying to also make you forget about your miserable non-existing love life
âHey, Izzy, need you in trauma oneâ Abbot appeard beside your friend with an easy-going look, the one that only gave to her
âOn my way old manâ she said teasing him
Your face got pale instantly, you were going to be alone and near to him, you wanted to die
âSorry my love, youâll surviveâ she screamed at you and throw a kiss at you
âLittle bitchâ you murmured while keeping up with your chart, eyes never leaving the computer
You thought you were doing well, being around him without trying to kill each other or, talking about your case, eating him alive
No passive-aggressive comments that everyone in a five meter radius could hear.
Growth.
Personal growth
âŚuntilâ
âAre you planning on finishing that or just staring at the screen until it fixes itself?â
There it was.
You didnât even look at him.
âIâm working.â
âMm.â
That stupid mm.
You hated that mm.
It carried judgment. Superiority. Annoyance. Probably a little bit of he looks good for no reason today.
Not that you noticed.
Obviously.
âI can feel you judging me,â you added, still typing.
âI am.â
âOh my God.â
A pause.
Then-
âYou spelled âhemorrhageâ wrong.â
You froze.
Slowly, very slowly, you looked back at the screen.
âŚshit.
You fixed it in silence.
âI was going to correct it,â you muttered.
âSure you were.â
You turned to him now.
âDonât you have, like, an actual job to do instead of ruining my life?â
âI am doing my job.â
âBy being annoying?â
âBy preventing mistakes.â
âSame thing.â
For a second, he just looked at you.
And there it was againâthat almost-smile. Like he was trying not to find you funny.
Which, honestly, felt offensive.
âEat something,â he said suddenly.
You blinked.
ââŚwhat?â
âYou havenât eaten.â
âIâ yes, I have.â
âYou havenât.â
âOh, so now youâre tracking my meals too? Thatâs not creepy at all.â
âYou get shaky around hour six.â
Your brain stopped working.
âExcuse me?â
He shrugged slightly, like it was obvious.
âIt affects your hands.â
You stared at him.
Because what?
Since when was he paying attention to that?
Since when was he paying attention to you like that?
âThatâsââ you started, then stopped. âThatâs not your problem.â
âNo,â he agreed easily. âBut it becomes my problem when youâre assisting.â
God.
You rolled your eyes, turning back to your computer just to have something to do.
âI hate you.â
âYeah,â he said.
Too quick.
Too calm.
Like he didnât believe it for a second.
You clicked aggressively on the mouse.
âI mean it.â
âMm.â
There it was again.
You spun your chair slightly toward him.
âStop doing that.â
âDoing what.â
âThatâ that sound. Like you know something I donât.â
He tilted his head just a little.
âI do.â You narrowed your eyes.
âOh yeah? What.â
And then, casuallyâ
âYou donât hate me.â
Your stomach dropped and you tried to laughed, but it came out wrong.
âWow. Thatâs a bold assumption.â
âItâs not.â
âOh, please enlighten me then.â
He leaned a little closerânot enough to be obvious, just enough to make your brain short-circuit
âYou look at me like youâre trying to figure me out,â he said. âNot like you hate me.â
Oh.
That wasâ
Annoyingly accurate.
You swallowed, forcing a scoff.
âYouâre not that interesting.â
âThen stop staring.â
âI donât stare.â you said tired
âYou do.â
âI donât.â
âYou are literally doing it right now.â
You snapped your head back to the screen.
âShut up.â
He let out the faintest breath of a laugh.
And thatâ
That was new.
That threw you off more than anything else.
Before you could recoverâ
âOh this is insane.â
Isabellaâs voice.
You turned.
She was standing there, protein bar in hand, looking between you like she just witnessed something historic.
âYou two have the weirdest foreplay Iâve ever seen.â
âISAââ
âIâm serious,â she continued, pointing at both of you. âLike, should I leave orââ
âDonât,â you and John said at the same time.
Silence.
Isabellaâs grin got wider.
âOh my God.â
You wanted to disappear.
Immediately. Like, right away
âTrauma one was less stressful than whatever this is,â she added.
âGo away,â you muttered.
âNo, Iâm staying. This is entertaining.â
John straightened slightly, back to professional in half a second.
âDonât you have something to do?â Shen asked Isa
âI did. I came back. Now Iâm watching this slow-burn disaster unfold.â
You covered your face for a second.
âI hate both of you.â
âStill donât believe you,â John said calmly. You dropped your hands, glaring at him.
âKeep talking and I will hate you.â
Another almost-smile.
This was a nightmare.
A very specific, very attractive nightmare.
And the worst part?
Isabella was fucking right, this wasnât hate anymore, it was something else
Something more terrifying, it was starting to become love
An intense and genuine one
Isaâs gin grew wider as she watched the two of you fighting over nothing
And Abbot came back for the show
âAre they still pretending that they hate each other and actually they want to fuck really bad?â he asked beside your best friend smiling
âYes, this is the best telenovela iâve ever watched, better than the ones that are made in my puto countryâ she said happily clapping her hands
You rolled your eyes as you focused on Shen again, knowing this was the first step for the first real thing in your life since a long time
âLike a Moth. Or a Plant. Or Something.â - Andrew âPopeâ Cody x Reader
Summary: After noticing you on your daily jog outside of his skatepark, Andrew just has to intervene to save you...maybe more than once. Once your lives have maybe-too-literally crashed together, you both feel the undeniable lightness of a new relationship.
Tags/Notes: fluff, meet cute, getting together, reader has a pomeranian, oral (f), piv (a condom?? in an rr-after-dark fic??), protective andrew
Content: minor sexual harassment, andrew punches a guy, reader is mentioned as having spent time in juvie as a teenager
A/N: happy wip wednesdays loves! this is set after smurf dies and basically the boys have gone straight and pope is in therapy and runs a full skate park he built from the ground up. theyâre Good Boys now. this is just soft fluff time. original format was a 5+1 but as usual five is too many <3
Word Count: 12.7k james' 10k one shot disease strikes again
Pope notices you the very first night you move to the area. How could he not? You jog by the skate park when he's doing evening security and the breeze of your passage feels like an angel descending from heaven. Popeâs not like Craig; he doesnât notice you because of the delicious jiggle of your ass in those bike shorts or the way your sweat-soaked cropped tee clings to your curves, the skate park being at the end of your route, near your apartment, your long run finishing.
No, he notices the way youâre singing along to your music.
Headphones in, chin up, enjoying the setting sun glowing over your skin. Singing. Loud enough for him to hear you across the street about to drop into the ramp for his final few runs before it gets dark. He vaguely recognizes the tune as some pop song that plays sometimes at the grocery, but it sounds so different coming from your mouth. Youâre breathless and joyous. Even the tiny ball of fluff attached to you by a leash is caught up in your sun rays, looking so happy as she pants toward the finish line of home by your side.
You do the same thing the next night. And the next. Soon enough, he realizes this is your daily routine. Maybe you just moved to the area. Maybe you made some new summer resolution. Some days you run in ratty sweats and others in sleek legging sets, but youâre always vibrant when you go by.
He likes watching you. Itâs his little indulgence between running the skate park and running his brothers. From the moment you turn onto the block a ways up the street until you cross the street into the neighborhood where he assumes you live, the houses obscuring his view, Pope keeps his eyes trained on you. When youâre close enough, his ears perk up to listen to that voice of yours lilting through whatever song you have on that evening. His usual schedule was watching the door as security after dark anyway, but you do your runs at sunset, so he starts justâŚgoing out a little early. Nothing wrong with that.
After a while, you notice him, too. The handsome-in-an-intense-way stranger whoâs always there during your runs, another statue you run by like the handful of art installations in the park. You figure heâs a security guard, out by nothing but the virtue of his job, so you start waving at him. A tiny moment shared each night from across the street. You donât pause your music or slow your pace, but you lift your eyes in his direction, give a gentle wave of your hand, wait for him to nod or give a flat smile or (rarely) even wave back, and continue on your way. And those moments are everything for Pope. Just a tiny instance of being seen as another person, uncomplicated, amid the chaos.
That harmless little ritual breaks into something else one muggy night in the heat of summer.
Youâre running fast tonight. No singing. The dog is in your arms, not trying to keep up with you in those tiny legs. Pope notices the change right away and finds himself taking a few steps away from the door to get more information.
Then he notices the guy running just a step behind you. At first Pope figures heâs just another jogger out circling the park, but when he gets a bit closer he can hear the threats coming from his mouth. You mustâve rejected him or ignored him or whatever sets off guys like that earlier in your jog, maybe at the corner when you had to wait at the crosswalk. Now the guyâs chasing you, going between negging you and begging you. Itâs not like heâs waving around a gun, but Pope feels the threat of his presence. He could corner you, pin you, follow you home.
Even if he doesnât do any of that, even if he âjustâ follows you like this, you donât feel safe. That matters to Andrew.
Heâs sprinting across the street before he can even process, the primal part of his brain taking over when he sees danger encroaching. Pope is faster than both of you, his form like Apollo tracking across the sky, and itâs a matter of seconds before heâs plowing into the guy whoâs harassing you, knocking him into the sidewalk with so much force itâs a wonder the sound barrier doesnât break.
You stop in your tracks as Pope wrestles him to the ground, pinning him and giving him one quick, sharp punch to the nose to get him to quit squirming. Pope holds his jaw and snarls, âWhat the fuck are you doing talking to her like that? Scaring the shit out of her?â
The guy wheezes as his eyes dart around. âJesus fuck, man, what are you, her bodyguard?â
Pope squeezes his jaw hard enough to bruise as you watch from a distance, sizing up the situation. âSecurity at the skate park across the street. Donât need you scaring people on my home turf.â Pope stands up, wrenches the guy to his feet by the center of his shirt, which rips, and shoves him in the opposite direction. Heâs fighting to keep his composure because he doesnât want to scare you, so he just taps his holstered gun and growls, âIf I see you in this area again, itâs gonna be more than a punch. Got it?â
The guy touches the back of his hand to his nose, winces at the contact, and nods. He spits blood onto the sidewalk and mutters, âNot worth it anyway.â
Pope doesnât let go of his shirt. He nods over in your direction and âsuggests,â âNow how about you apologize to her and get the fuck out of here?â
Sensing that Pope isnât the kind of guy he should mess with, he glances briefly in your direction, mumbles âsorryâ like a caught toddler, and skulks off in the opposite direction through the park.
Pope gives a sharp nod, a tense not-quite-smile, and turns on his heel to go back to the skate park, back to the regular routine of the night.
Your brows furrow. Before he can get more than a couple steps away, you reach out and grab him by the forearm. The feeling of your fingers jolts him like jumper cables. âWait! Hold on, you canât save me all heroically and then just walk off.â
âOh, sorry.â He shoves his hands in his pockets and turns back to you. Unsure what to say to your expectant expression, he lies,â I wouldâve done it for anyone.â
âI donât think thatâs true,â you reply with a cheeky little smirk that he stares at with longing, intense eyes. That look of his might bother another woman â it feels possessive, almost, like he wants to eat you â but you donât mind. To you, itâs attentive and desirous, something worth stoking. Setting your nervous dog back on the sidewalk, you sheepishly ask him, âWould you mind walking me home? A pomeranian isnât exactly a protection dog and Iâm feeling kindaâŚ.â
As your voice drifts into unspoken nerves, Andrewâs world goes quiet for a second. He notices the way the sun lifts the color of your irises as you try to blink back the light. He notices how you worry your thumb with your first finger, picking at a hangnail, hesitant as you wait for his response. He notices your hairline, your earlobes, your peach fuzz. Every single thing there is to notice.
Nodding tightly, he replies in a gravelly voice, âYeah. Yeah, of course. No problem.â He unhooks his walkie talkie from his belt and clicks it on, âCraig, watch the door for a few minutes.â
Another manâs voice, annoyed but accepting, comes through the grainy speaker. âWhat the fuck are you doing that you canât?â
Pope rolls his eyes and cuts back, âJust do it.â
âFine.â
Gesturing to the walkie before clipping it back in place, he says, âOne of my asshole brothers. Helps me out sometimes.â
You start walking toward the end of the block and Pope follows you, slowing his naturally long stride to match yours. To keep away the silence, you ask, âHow many brothers do you have?â
His hands slide into his dark jean pockets and he trains his eyes on your dogâs swishing fluffy tail, terrified to get caught staring at your side profile. âAh, two who are still alive.â
âOh.â God, your voice sounds too sympathetic for him to be worthy of. âIâm sorry to hear that.â
With a shrug, he murmurs, âIt was a long time ago.â
You shrug, too, but thereâs an openness to it. âStill.â
âRight.â He remembers thatâs a normal thing to be upset about and awkwardly adds, âThanks.â
You stop walking in front of a cute, tiny townhouse in a row of them, all pastels with flower boxes in the front window. Yours is pale yellow and he decides that suits you. For some reason, you seem reluctant to go inside as you announce, âThis is my place.â
Pope gives the spot a long look. All he sees is the total lack of security, but he knows that wouldnât be an appropriate thing to comment on, so he says simply, âItâs nice.â
You sigh, âItâs affordable.â
âThatâs good, too,â he replies a bit too fast. Too eager. He wants to punch himself in the gut. Why doesnât he know how to talk to you? Itâs not like youâre anythingâŚspecial. Dammit. You are, arenât you? The way you nibble your lower lip waiting for him to speak. The way your dog looks up at you like youâre the center of the universe. The way you shift your weight from foot to foot to soothe yourself. Youâre special. Of course you are. He swallows hard and puts his hand out in front of him, stiff but trying his best. âIâm, ah, Iâm Andrew, by the way. Andrew Cody. Everyone calls me Pope around here, at the park and my family and everything, but you can call me Andrew, if you want.â
âOkay, I will.â You introduce yourself with a smile that almost makes him forget your name (and his own) right away, but he commits it to memory by mentally repeating it over and over. You pick up the dog again and tell him, âAnd this is Billie, my running buddy.â
Andrew tentatively offers the orange fluff his hand the way heâs seen people do on TV. She sniffs his fingers and then gives him one solitary lick that makes him tilt his head to the side. Is that a good thing? He admits quietly, âI donât have much experience with dogs.â
Youâre beaming at him as he carefully interacts with Billie, using the most tender touch youâve ever seen from a man, especially one so obviously strong and imposing. You give his bicep a completely un-selfish squeeze and affirm, âWell, she definitely likes you. She usually growls at any man who comes near me.â
Andrew smirks and gives her a small, tentative scratch behind the ears that she leans into. âThatâs a good girl.â
Your mouth waters a bit when he says it. Heâs really, really handsome. More handsome than you expected when he started running toward you like a guardian angel. You swallow hard, playing with your keys as you stall in the doorway, and offer up, âItâs good to finally meet you â for real, I mean. More than a wave. Itâs nice knowing a friendly face in my neighborhood.â
A friendly face. Popeâs not sure heâs ever been called that. It makes him smile. Actually smile. He looks down at the sidewalk and shakes his head and, Jesus, even his teeth are painfully cute between those dimples and that cupidâs bow. You really, really debate inviting him in for a drink or something, but you know thatâs not a good idea. He has to get back to work and you have to, well, not get yourself entangled with a handsome, gun-carrying stranger so soon after moving to a new town. Youâre here to focus on yourself, not throw yourself at the first man who sprints to your defense like a sexy comic book hero with arms youâd love to bite down on and-
âGoodnight, Andrew,â you say abruptly, cutting off the drawn-out silence of you both staring at the other. âThanks again for stepping in. Most people wouldnât do that.â
He shrugs modestly. âIâm not most people.â
âYeah, I can tell.â
Usually that kind of comment would send Popeâs head spinning â what had he done wrong in the conversation to come off as abnormal? â but when it tumbles from your lips he doesnât mind it. âWell, ah, Iâll see you around, I hope.â
With a warm smile, you assure him, âYou will.â
And, starting the next night, you always jog on Andrewâs side of the street instead of across. It makes Popeâs heart clench in his chest and it takes him another few nights to understand why: He made you feel safe. Thatâs all heâs ever wanted â for someone to trust him to keep them safe instead of thinking heâs too crazy, too intense, too much and not enough at once.
Another couple weeks pass and sometimes you even trade small talk. Even the quick âhi, how are you?â exchanges are enough to send Andrewâs mind into candy-coated daydreams like he hadnât felt in a long, long time. Cresting past 35, he can barely remember his last hookup, much less his last girlfriend, much less the last girl he actually liked and didnât just acquiesce to.
Popeâs on his fourth day of getting his confidence up to ask for your number when fate decides to push the two of you together again.
The douchey red sportscarâs windows are tinted way too dark and its music is way too loud as it screeches down the street, racing with a similarly douchey Jeep. Street racingâs a huge issue in Oceanside and itâs particularly annoying to Pope because most of the culture is his brothersâ fault. His sense of danger perks up immediately. When he sees you stop in the crosswalk, tangled up in Billieâs leash with your headphones still blaring music in your ears, completely unaware of any external threats, he curses under his breath. If you donât hear those carsâ fart cannons, you definitely wonât hear him shouting at you to get out of their way.
He sighs and gets moving. Just how often is he gonna have to sprint into the street for you?
As he does it, though, he realizes heâd be happy to throw himself in front of a car for you every night if it means heâll get more of those precious moments where you say his name or touch his arm.
Heâs fucked.
Pope manages to sweep you fully off your feet and get you to the curb with maybe half a second to spare. The force of his impact knocks you both to the ground, but he knows how to bowl someone over, so youâre on top of him instead of the other way around, saved from the scrapes heâs taken to the elbows to stop you from slamming to the concrete.
You swear, loud and disoriented, as you watch the sportscars whiz down the street without a care in the world.
Andrew gives you a cocky kind of smile and chuckles, âYou shouldnât stop in the middle of the street like that, sweetheart. People are fucking crazy around here. Are you okay?â
âYouâre asking that like you didnât break my fall with your body,â you scoff as you check him over, noticing his scraped-up palms.
âHumor me.â
âIâm fine, but- but my-â At the realization, you scramble up to your feet, unsteady on them, and tears brim at your waterline. You start to walk away from Andrew, hastening into the nearby park, calling out, âBillie! Where are you, baby girl?! Come here!â
âShit.â Andrew scans in a circle around himself and catches the orange puff running toward the skate park. With a huff, he starts jogging after the dog, calling over his shoulder, âI see her!â
With a relieved breath, you follow him, a pace behind, through the parking lot and into his world. The moment youâre inside the propped-open heavy metal door and into the huge main room with a deep sloping bowl and various ramps, pipes, and rails artistically arranged around it, it feels like youâve stepped into an alternate dimension. The place isnât at all what youâd expected â maybe too many years of playing Tony Hawk video games â and it makes you wonder more and more about Andrew. First of all, the place is occupied mainly by kids, mostly teens but some as young as eight or nine. Itâs dinner time on a school night, but theyâre all congregating here, laughing and skating on boards or skates, eating handheld foods from a small built-in snack stand off in one corner. Some of them are even doing homework or reading. The only adults seem to be helping them out with learning tricks or checking in on them.
As Andrew walks through with a purpose, heâs given lots of smiles and greetings that he returns with awkward nods and tight-lipped smiles. He walks straight up to a super tall, long-haired guy and slaps him on the back to get his attention. âYou see a dog run through here?â
âUh, yeah,â he answers, eyes going right past Andrew and toward you in your curve-hugging shorts-length bodysuit. âRan right through and into your office. Figured that was kind of a you problem. Whoâs the chick?â
âShe lives in the neighborhood; itâs her dog,â Andrew says simply, looking over his shoulder at you and nodding towards the office, its door propped open by a fan doing its best to circulate the teen-boy-scented air. âCâmon, sheâs probably hiding under my desk or something.â
Heâs right about that. Billieâs curled up beneath a desk so meticulously organized it could be an office supply store display, her ears back from nerves.
âThere you are,â Andrew mutters, reaching under the desk. When Billie doesnât growl or bark, he scoops the ball of fluff into his arms, which look especially buff as he turns to you with the tiny dog perched safely against his broad chest, calming down at his presence. He eases her into your grateful embrace and chuckles, âShe just wanted to skate at my park like all the other cool kids around here.â
You cut him a sideways glance in between giving Billie a million kisses. âYour park?â
âYeah,â he replies. You think heâs not going to say anything else, that maybe heâs giving you a cue to leave, but then he swallows and furrows his brow and tells you, âI, ah, I work with my family, too, but this is sort of my day job now. Started with just one ramp. Bought the lot after a while. Took my time putting up the walls and everything, but, yâknow, it worked out.â
You give him what you hope is a flirtatious smile even though that isnât your strong suit. âHow much does it cost to get in? Maybe you can teach me to skate or something.â
That idea? Having his hands on your waist while you get balanced, seeing your proud smile when you get it, looking at him like heâs teaching you something important? Itâs like his brain itches and he needs to scratch it.
So he gives you a bashful almost-smile and replies, âFor you? No charge. Come by any time.â
âYou saved my life; I should at least pay to get into your business.â
He shakes his head and insists, âYou donât have to pay me back for anything. I wasnât gonna stand there and watch a pretty girl get flattened.â
You raise an eyebrow. âYou wouldâve watched an ugly girl get flattened?â
âShit, thatâs not what I-â
You touch his freckled forearm gently. âIâm teasing you, Andrew.â
He takes a deep breath. âIâm not good at that.â
âThen Iâll stop.â
His voice cracks. âPlease donât stop.â
âThen I wonât.â
After one of those soda bubble pauses, not wanting to let you go yet, Pope stammers out, âWould you, ah, would you want a tour or anything? Iâll show you around the place if you want.â
You almost whine under your breath as you tell him, âI have to get Billie home for dinner and-â
âNo worries,â he quickly adds, âI wasnât trying to-â
âBut I can come by tomorrow without her, maybe even wear some real clothes,â you interrupt lightly, needing to stop him before he tries to back off of the offer. âWhat timeâll you be here tomorrow?â
Andrew straightens up and tries not to smile too much. His mind reels imagining what you wear besides all your running clothes. Itâs not like he knows anything about that stuff, but it feels like unlocking a new layer of you. Willing himself not to blush as you look at him expectantly, he clears his throat and says, âI have some work with my nephew in the morning, but Iâll be here maybe three or so. Unless that doesnât work for you; I can move things around so I-â
âIâll come by at four,â you assure him, all sweet and innocent. Like you arenât reorienting his entire brain. Then you step onto your toes, kiss him on the cheek, and tell him gently, âGoodnight, Andrew.â
The whole time you and your dog walk out of the place, Andrew watches you, his first few fingers touching the place where your soft lips graced his evening scruff. Even when Craig punches him hard on the arm and cracks some joke about your presence, Andrew doesnât feel anything but the ghost of your kiss.
Craigâs just lit up his third or fourth joint of the day at the skate park when Pope pushes through the door with a bug up his ass. Heâs got that serious, intimidating stance like heâs just noticed he has muscles for the first time. Craig knows that stance â whatever he says, he means business. The first thing Pope does once heâs inside is point right at Craig, snap his fingers, and demand, âPut that shit out. I donât want it stinking like smoke in here.â
Craig raises his hands innocently, stubs the joint on the concrete floor, and sticks the remainder of it behind his ear. âSince when?â
Pope grunts back, âWeâve got kids in here all day.â
Craig scoffs, âYou split joints with me when I was twelve.â
âOkay, whatever, I just-â
âWait, wait, wait.â Craig stands up, already laughing through a shit-eating grin. âIs this about that girl who was here yesterday? She coming by to suck you off in your office for saving her puppy?â
Pope shakes his head, pretending his cheeks arenât turning red, and mutters, âShut the fuck up.â
Craigâs eyes widen. âOh, fuck, she is coming here, isnât she?â
âJust for a tour.â
âUh-huh. Sure.â
Pope just retreats into his office, pretending to be busy while he waits for you to arrive. He canât actually concentrate on any of the work he should be getting done when heâs thinking about how much he wants to memorize the shape of you in the skate park so that he can keep looking at you even after youâre gone.
The park is buzzing when you show up, like it usually is in the couple of hours after school lets out. The moment youâre inside, all eyes are on you. Itâs not that there arenât girls in the space, but theyâre all in ripped jeans and tees and helmets, blending in with the boys. So when you swish into the hard-rock-blasting, graffiti-covered, skinned-knee space wearing a floral babydoll sundress that does nothing to conceal your ample thighs, the ties on the sheer ribbon straps looking like an invitation, you steal attention.
You walk right up to Andrewâs brother, whoâs an absolute giant in a white tank top, tap him on his buff shoulder, and ask, âIs your brother around? He should be expecting me.â
Craigâs eyes rake over you, slow and disbelieving. âYeah, heâs in his office. Heâs been acting weird â even for him â so heâs definitely waiting for you.â
Heat crawls into your cheeks. âYeah?â
âGo easy on him,â Craig says with half a smile, eyes trained forward on the ramps, a mix of serious and joking. âPoor guy hasnât been with anyone but his right hand in a decade.â
You snort out a laugh and stifle it with the back of your hand. âThanks, Craig. Iâll see you around.â
âYouâd better.â
You walk up to Andrewâs office door, closed today, and knock gently. âHi, itâs me.â
When the door opens, you canât help but smile. Youâve only ever seen Andrew in black tees, but today heâs in a cream linen short-sleeve button-down tucked into a pair of jeans. He looks much softer, more approachable, the edges of him smoothed out. Touchable.
For Andrew, seeing you in something so damn cute and feminine and sweet turns his knees to spaghetti. Itâs been a long time since a girl caught his attention and the lovely, unfamiliar feeling that twists around his throat when he tries to speak is downright addictive. He gives you a nervous smile, shuffling from foot to foot as he tries not to get hard from seeing a goddamn sundress. âYou came.â
âOf course I did.â
Once his desire to squish you in his arms has faded out, Andrew nods back toward the huge main room and says, âCâmon, Iâll show you around.â
âItâs all teenagers in here,â you say under your breath, like itâs some secret. âThey come here right after school?â
âYeah,â Andrew explains, trying and failing to make it sound unimportant, âI set up this youth program thing when we opened for real. Theyâre mostly system kids or have deadbeat parents. Half of them spent time in juvie. They get in for free and can eat whatever they want, stay whenever they need to, as long as they show me every semester theyâre staying in school.â
âWow, Andrew, thatâsâŚâ Your voice trails off as you see the chaos in a new light, seeing it through Andrewâs eyes and Andrew through fresh ones.
Like he needs to fill your reverent quiet, he goes on, âI was a foster kid for a long time. Didnât do great in the system. If Iâd had a place like this where I couldâve stayed out of trouble, I probably wouldâve turned out better.â
You give him a warm smile that feels like a blanket in the winter. âSeems like you turned out fine from where Iâm standing.â
âTook me a hell of a long time to get here, though.â He gives you a sideways glance and you can tell before heâs even opened his mouth that heâs testing you. âIâve got a record. Served some time at Folsom. And I wasnât some dumb kid on a weed charge; I knew what I was doing when I held up the bank. Knew it was wrong.â
As he leads you around the different ramps and rails, you press him, beyond curious, âSo whyâd you do it?â
He shrugs and tries to sum it up in understandable terms, âMoneyâs money no matter where it comes from, I guess.â Then he shoves his hands into his pockets and, looking particularly boyish, like heâs expecting you to run off, asks, âDoes that freak you out?â
âNo, it doesnât,â you reply as you study his stiffness and his vulnerability alike. âIâm not an angel either, Andrew.â
âYeah?â He gives you a charming smirk. âYou sure look like one to me.â
Despite the heat rising in your cheeks, you donât take the bait of the compliment, instead pushing back, âLooks can be deceiving.â
He bites. His eyes scan up and down your body, not objectifying but like an X-ray, trying to see beneath the sweet pastel surface. âHow deceiving?â
You pause for a long time, debating. You donât talk much about your life before moving to Oceanside at 21 and thatâs for very good reasons. Youâve got one of those histories that tanks job interviews and scares off dates. But Andrew seems different. Like heâs not going to shy away from you just because of the dualities you hold. So you shrug your shoulders and admit it.
âThe only reason I donât have a record is because a judge took pity on me and had my time in juvie expunged.â You meet his eyes seriously. âI knew what I was doing, too. I hurt someone. Bad.â You swallow, shake your head, and tell him pointedly, âI always make sure I know what Iâm getting into. So donât go around underestimating me.â
His next smile comes with a laugh so lovely you could listen to it forever. âYes, maâam, understood.â
âGood.â You nudge him with your hip and press, âNow show me around all the backrooms so I can psychoanalyze you.â
He gives a not-entirely-teasing smirk and replies, âAs long as you donât ditch me because of what you find.â
Thereâs a lot of truth in your joke, though, as much as in his. Youâre much less interested in the skate park as in Andrewâs words as he takes you through it. The thing that strikes you most is how pride simmers out of him when he talks about the place, the most animated youâve seen him with eye contact that seeks reassurance and small laughs that feel sweet and intimate.
As he leads you around, he introduces you to some of the teens who are clearly interested to see Pope walking around with an actual real-life human woman. Youâre surprised that theyâre all incredibly respectful and polite; Andrew must set a certain standard for them. Once youâre through the main space, he takes you through a swinging door into a sort of kitchenette with one side as a cut-out counter that overlooks the center space.
Andrew gestures around and explains, âWe just opened the food thing a couple months ago. One of the kids told me he started stealing extra food at school because his parents were strung out and never got groceries and I just-â He flexes his fingers at his side and lets out a sharp breath. âYeah. Itâs not much, but itâs something. My brother â not Craig; heâs fucking useless, the other one, Deran â heâs got a bar/restaurant with his boyfriend on the shore and they donate food every night that we stock in the fridge for the next day. I wanna bring in appliances, hire a cook or something, maybe even a free pantry, because right now itâs a stupid system that means Iâm driving to and from the bar all the time and-â He cuts himself off and gives an apologetic smile. âSorry. I, ah, I spend all my time thinking about this place. It comes out all at once sometimes.â
âDonât be sorry,â youâre quick to reply. âI like hearing your thoughts.â
Something glitters in his hazel eyes. âYou do?â
You nod, lower your voice, and tell him, âI think youâre kind of amazing, Andrew. Everything youâve built here just shows how much you care.â
Heâs too stunned to come up with a response to your plain and simple honesty, blotchy blush creeping up his neck.
âIâm a pretty good cook,â you add quickly, shy, cute, hesitant. âI donât know if you take volunteers, but I could come by sometimes if you end up putting in a stove or something.â
If it means youâll be here, Andrew will go buy one tonight. He doesnât say that because he doesnât want to freak you out, but itâs the truth. He just likes having you around, seeing your softness contrasting with his world, hearing your gentle laugh and lilting voice. Swallowing down his desire to be way too fucking eager, he just says, âThat would be great. Youâll have to give me your number so I can keep you updated on the stove situation.â
âVery slick, Mr. Cody.â You take your phone from your pocket, unlock it, and hand it to him. âI was having trouble coming up with an excuse to ask for yours, so Iâm glad you did first.â
He makes a happy little sound under his breath as he inputs his number and sends himself a text. âYou wouldnât need an excuse; Iâd give you my social security number if you asked nicely. Or not nicely.â
Giggling a bit, you nudge him and reply, âIâll keep that in mind.â
And he wants your laugh tattooed in his ears.
Finally, Andrew shows you his office, where you were briefly last night when Billie ran off. This time, you actually take a minute to observe the details. Unlike the youthful chaos in the main space, the office is a tidy sanctuary with soundproofed walls and blinds that close the space off. You can tell Andrewâs someone who needs a place to escape from the noise. Like you.
On the wall above his desk, thereâs a framed full-page newspaper profile with a half-page photo spread of the skate park being built. Andrew and his brothers with shovels and concrete. Andrew shirtless (mouthwatering) as he puts up walls. Then thereâs Andrew in the air on his board, the sun silhouetting him before the building was put in around the bowl and ramps. The last picture is a group of middle schoolers all holding up boards toward the camera, Andrew off to the side with a half smile.
A Real 180: Ex-Conâs DIY Skate Park Carves Kidsâ Futures
Andrew reminisces as he watches you read the article, âNot the best headline â itâs from some community college paper â but it was the first time I got recognized for something good.â
You wrinkle your brows at the article and observe, âYou donât have a sign out front with the name on it. Whyâs it called that â Lenaâs?â
Andrewâs expression tightens and he takes a long, deep breath. âI mentioned I had a brother who died, right?â
Beyond curious, you nod.
âWell, he had a daughter. Lena. My niece. I took care of her a while after he died, but she- they-â Shaking his head, he gets choked up for a second. You can tell he doesnât talk about this often. âI couldnât take care of her, so she ended up in the system. Like I was. She got adopted by some nice family, though, so thatâs good. I guess. Anyway, I, ah, I wanted to- to not forget her. What all happened to her that she couldnât control. My therapist liked the idea.â
And thatâs that. You officially have a big fat crush on him. The tenderness in his voice, the honesty on his tongue, and, yeah, the bulge of his muscles and masculine edges of his features and pretty auburn curls. With an admiring lilt to your tone, you muse, âSo this place is, like, you.â
With a laugh, he agrees, âYeah, I guess it is. Built the ramps, dug out the bowl, poured the concrete and everything myself over one summer. Had to boss my brothers around some, but most of it was me after our mom died.â
Your eyes flicker to him as you try to read his far-away expression. âWere you two close?â
âItâs complicated. Really fucking complicated,â Andrew mumbles back. âBuilding out the park was kind of my way of grieving, I guess.â He chuckles almost fondly, âBack-breaking labor gives me lots of good time to think.â
Meaning it in so many ways, you tell him, âYou must be pretty strong, stud.â
You say it with your eyes positively objectifying his arms, so he preens a little, standing up straighter and maybe flexing a tiny bit. He smirks and stares down at his shoes, mumbling, âIf youâre gonna be dumb, you gotta be strong.â
For a second, you purse your lips. You can tell he believes it and you arenât sure if you know him well enough to argue, but you canât resist. You hate hearing him talk down about himself, even if itâs part of a backhanded compliment. âYouâre definitely not dumb if you can run your own business. Youâre observant and handsome and strong and Iâm sure thereâs more than elevator music behind those hazels.â
âHandsome, huh?â
âVery.â
Then, as his cheeks flare neon pink, you reach out and touch his cheek. His eyes snap upward. For a second, youâre scared you fucked up by breaking the touch barrier, but then he sighs into your hand, practically nuzzling your palm for a second.
After a second, Andrew shakes his head and sighs, âDonât go stroking my ego; I didnât even make it to high school.â
After nibbling your lip a second, you decide to say fuck it and tease, âIs that supposed to make me want to ask you out less?â You didnât think it was possible, but even more blush blooms on his features, down his neck and collarbones now, so you quickly add, âIf you wanted to, of course, no, um, no obligation or whatever. I mean, if anything, I owe you for having my back out there on the mean streets and-â
âDo you like the beach?â
You grin and try not to smile too stupidly. âOf course I do.â
âThereâs a spot I go to over by my house,â he says, clearly an offering. âItâs nice and private and- Shit, not like Iâm trying to get you alone by my house or- I just meant-â
âThat sounds nice,â you cut him off, reaching out to squeeze his arm so heâll stop second guessing himself. âI could put together a picnic. Unless thatâs, like, really lame and silly and-â
âPerfect. Itâs perfect.â He takes the hand thatâs lingering on his arm and winds it with his own fingers. âIâd really like that. A lot. How about Saturday evening? I can get my nephew to watch the place for the night shift; he owes me after some shit he pulled this morning.â
Pope knows heâs done for as soon as you step out of your small car in a sheer coverup over a white swimsuit with a plunging neckline and high-cut sides that show off your hips. Heâs leaning against his front porch, holding a picnic blanket, waiting for you to pull up for the last eighty-one minutes because he couldnât sit still, and heâs just thankful that his dark sunglasses disguise the way his eyes devour every inch of you.
Youâre definitely too lovely to be walking toward him. Him in his white tee and five-inch inseam swim shorts that Adrian had made him buy after seeing him wearing too-long ratty trunks heâd had since he was fifteen, feeling exposed by the amount of his thigh showing. Him with his slightly sideways smile and slightly overgrown curls and slightly nervous feet, weight shifting side to side during your approach.
When you give him a huge smile and an enthusiastic wave, he nearly passes out.
Needing something to do with all the energy buzzing around his body, he jogs down the steps and up the driveway to meet you (partially because he wants to make it abundantly clear that heâs not trying to get you inside his house [even if he would really, really like to have you inside his house]). Youâve got one of those soft-sided gingham coolers slung over your shoulder and the very first thing Andrew does is take the weight from you for himself. Heâd never let you carry something when his arms are open and available.
âHi, Andrew.â With your sweet voice curling in his ear drums, you drape your arms around him and kiss his cheek warm and slow. âIâm so happy to see you.â
On the verge of catatonic shock from the tenderness of your Chapstick lips on his skin, Andrewâs stiff arms go to your back, so fucking careful not to grab your waist or land too close to your ass. With his voice earnest and low, he murmurs against your ear, âMe too.â
The way his voice rumbles against your neck makes your toes curl in your sandals. You pull away reluctantly and, with one hand still lingering on his chest, say, âAlright, show me your secret beach spot so I can ask you to put on my sunscreen as an excuse to feel me up.â
Gulp.
Before he can overthink it, Andrew takes your hand in his and leads you down the side of his house and into the sand. Glancing up at the ultra-modern house built effortlessly into the shoreline, you squeeze his hand and say, âYou really live this close to the water? You spoiled brat.â
He lets out a low laugh at that. A real one. Heâs never been teased by a girl and it settles comfortably over him. You donât see him as too harsh or too intense; you can be light and joking with him. ThatâsâŚnice. Yeah, nice. With a shrug, he half-explains, âI like to go for jogs on the beach in the morning.â
You scoff and cut him a glance. âWhich, of course, justifies buying a five-million-dollar house.â
He mumbles, âIt was only three and a half.â
You stop in your tracks. âWhere the fuck did you get three and a half million dollars?â
âAh, my mom left me a lot of money when she died.â
You gesture to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the back half of the house that look straight out onto the sea. âThis kind of money?â
âThis isnât the half of it. You should see my nephewâs place,â he says like it isnât insane. âI mostly picked it because I can walk to the skatepark from here. Iâd be happy in a shoebox.â
âLike my house.â
He vomits out, âWell, yâknow, you can stay at mine whenever you want if you donât like it there.â
You donât give him a second to doubt his own words, taking one last look at the house and replying cheekily, âBe careful or Iâll take you up on that.â
âThen Iâm gonna have to be reckless as hell,â he says, talking directly to his feet. But thereâs a cute smirk toying with his lips, one that turns into a smile as he squeezes your hand and tilts his chin toward a small outcropping peninsula, more like an islet connected by a shoal. Itâs half rocky, the algae-covered stones cropping up far enough to cast dappled shade over the white sand on the other side. âThereâs my spot.â
You follow him dutifully down the shore, kick off your sandals when the sand gets wet, and walk through about an inch of water up the shoal to the small islet. Andrew walks you up to a cozy spot where the rocks are jutting out so thereâs total privacy from the handful of people milling around the shoreline. He spreads out the green plaid picnic blanket, so old-worn and soft itâs like fur beneath your fingers, and weighs it down on the corners with nearby stones before setting your cooler down at its center.
Without drawing any attention to it, you strip off your cover-up and grab the tube of sunscreen from one of the coolerâs outer pockets. Before heâs even turned around from adjusting the blanket just so, you tap him on the shoulder and extend the sunscreen.
And, exactly as youâd hoped, his eyes are all over your body. Frankly, it looks like heâs a computer rebooting, blinking rapidly as blush creeps up his neck. After a minute, with his eyes locked on how the swimsuitâs high cut shows off the indent where your hips and thighs and stomach merge. Itâs the most delicious few inches of skin heâs even seen. Realizing that heâs staring and that youâre definitely catching him, he mutters, âI like your bathing suit.â
With a cheeky smile, you take a step forward, close enough that he could so easily touch you if he managed the confidence to. Swaying a bit with your hands behind your back, you ask him, âSure itâs the suit you like?â
He takes the sunscreen from you, gives you a devious smirk, and says, âI like that itâs protecting your skin from the sun. Arms out.â
You raise your eyebrows and comply. âYes, sir.â
âCareful.â
Andrew isnât sexy about applying your sunscreen like youâd expected. Not when he has an important task to do. Instead, with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, he thoroughly lathers your skin, moving around your bathing suit to get underneath the hems without any agenda or eagerness, even when heâs palming your ass or the sides of your breasts beneath your armpits. Itâs serious to him. The fragility of your soft skin compared the brutality of the sunâs afternoon rays.
As he swipes the sunscreen gingerly around your face, Andrew murmurs, âStop smiling or youâll get burn wrinkles.â
âStop being cute and Iâll stop smiling.â
Under his breath, he mutters, struggling to sound offended when heâs so smitten, âIâm not cute.â
âThen Iâm not smiling.â
âYouâre ridiculous.â
âAnd youâre already getting a sunburn,â you reply as he finishes off by doing your ears and the back of your neck, totally thorough with your safety. You know heâs not burning, just blushing, but you donât want to make fun of him too much for it. You snatch the bottle from his hands, click the cap off, and order, âYour turn. Shirt off.â
His eyebrows fly up. âYou donât need to-â
âI want to, Andrew,â you assure with total confidence in your voice. âI promise I donât bite.â
As he takes his shirt off and tosses it onto the picnic blanket, he replies, âThatâs a shame.â
Openly ogling his chest because itâs a date and you can, you laugh gently, âMaybe if you ask me really, really nicely I could give you a nibble.â
âI can be very nice when I want to.â
âIâve only seen you be nice.â
âYou saw me punch someoneâs face in.â
âYeah, but you were doing that to defend me.â After squirting sunscreen into your palm, you press your hands carefully to the top of his chest and say, âThat might not be everyoneâs version of nice, but it was really sexy, so thereâs probably some overlap there.â
He hums absently, brain now completely occupied with the feeling of your hands on his skin. You notice the immediate effect â the way his shoulders drop in comfort and his eyelashes flutter â and it kindles something in the base of your gut. Heâs touch-starved and you can feel it in every muscle tensing and relaxing beneath your fingers. So you slow down. You work the knots in his bulky traps and drag the pressure down his back, which is firm and strong and freckled and so, so nice beneath your thumbs. When you press into the small of his back with your thumbs, slipping just under his shorts to the dimples at the top of his ass and rubbing in slow deep circles, he hangs his head and groans down low, âJesus Christ.â
You donât respond, deciding to just enjoy yourself. Moving around to his front, you spread sunscreen over his pecs and down his abs. His abs. You give them some extra attention because, yâknow, how terrible would it be for him to get a sunburn on them? The whole time, you find yourself singing under your breath, pretty unabashedly feeling up his obliques and sides because the V of his hips is just so offensively delicious.
When he hears your soft voice complimenting the moment, Andrew smiles and tells you, âThatâs what made me notice you in the first place. Your singing.â
You laugh and scoff, âDo I sing that loud?â
He nods and chuckles, but itâs affectionate. Heâs definitely not making fun of you or judging you. âI can always hear you across the street. The way it starts all soft at the far end of the block and then gets louder when you pass by and then soft again. I look forward to it all day.â
Your hands still on his sides. He opens his eyes at the sudden stop, tilting his head to the side and examining you with careful hazel eyes. Biting your lower lip, you press, âReally?â
âAre you kidding?â Andrew laughs in disbelief, his confidence growing when he realizes you need to see it firsthand. He tugs you close by the waist, stealing your breath a moment, and says, âEvery time you run by, I feel soâŚI donât know. Iâm not good with words and the feelings stuff. But I feel alive, I think is the right word, and thatâs- thatâs a new thing for me. Completely new. You have this light, I guess, that Iâm drawn to. Like a moth. Or a plant. Or something.â
You lean forward, hug him close, and nuzzle into his neck. âThatâs actually really beautiful, Andrew. Youâre better with the feelings stuff than you think. It doesnât matter how you say it; what matters is that you feel it.â
âI usually feel too much.â
âNot too much,â you reply sweetly. âMost men pretend they donât feel anything at all.â You nod toward the picnic blanket and suggest, âIf weâre gonna have lovey-dovey-deep-feelings-talk time, do you wanna sit down and eat?â
âThatâs probably a good idea.â Andrewâs palms are clammy as he sits down first to give you the choice of where to sit, so scared to overstep or assume with you. With his legs out in front of him and his back against one of the large stones, he jokes, âExpressing a feeling burns a lot of calories for me.â
âDonât worry; Iâll make sure youâre well fed so you can bear your soul to me.â
You plop down on his lap, weight back on his thighs, facing him, without a care in the world, and reach over to open the cooler. You pluck out a fat, ripe strawberry and press it to his lips, which part open on instinct. When his lips wrap around the fruit and he bites down, a bead of pink juice trails from the corner of his mouth. You catch it with your thumb and lick it off without thinking; a shiver goes down Andrewâs spine as he watches your tongue.
While you eat a strawberry for yourself, he breathes out slowly, âYouâre way too pretty. Itâs distracting.â
âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you tease as you feed him a handful of grapes next, nabbing a few off the stem to eat. âIâm sure you get that all the time, though, with that handsome face of yours.â
Trying to hide his smile, he mutters, âFlatterer.â
âTruth teller,â you correct. âYouâre cute; you should know about it.â
He doesnât respond, but his cheeks flush a sweet shade of pink that reveals his thoughts. The two of you eat and joke and talk for a while as the sun climbs down toward the horizon over the mountains on the opposite side from the sea. As his walls come down, his soft smile comes out and heâs able to meet your eyes every time you laugh. The waning sun softens Andrewâs features, brightens the auburn in his curls to fiery orange, and turns his hazel eyes golden.
Once the coolerâs been zipped up and the sunâs throwing shades of lavender and pink over the water, you rest your hands at the back of Andrewâs neck and take a slow, serene breath. Being around him has become easy and simple since you met him, a calm but protective presence you can turn to. As you admire him during a content lull in the conversation, you brush your thumb over his cheek and say, barely above a whisper, intimate and for just him, âYou really are beautiful, Andrew.â
Beautiful.
The word sings around Popeâs mind. He doesnât care if other guys would find it emasculating; itâs everything to him. So he doesnât joke, deflect, or deny. He just says through the blush, âThank you, sweetheart.â
Then you nibble your lower lip, flick your eyes up to his, and ask tentatively, âCould I kiss you?â
Andrew, very simply, canât speak at the idea that you want to kiss him. So he nods eagerly, eyes widening and pupils dilating, and stares at you. His focus goes to your lips, a silent invitation, and he tries to will himself to close the gap first. But he canât. Heâs frozen in pure desire.
He manages to nod.
Thatâs enough for you.
Trying not to be too tentative, you wind your fingers in his curls and lean so your lips press to his. Itâs gentle and delicate, like you, and Andrewâs melting into a puddle of adoration under you. He makes a low, almost groaning sound as he carefully places his hands on your waist. Itâs greedy. It urges you forward. You break the kiss only long enough to smile and giggle quietly. When you scoot forward so he can feel your breasts pressing against his chest, Andrew takes the back seat and Pope comes out. He surges forward and wraps his arms around you, one on your lower back and the other on the back of your head, clutching you tight.
The small, certain show of dominance causes you to moan into his mouth, embarrassing and desperate. But when you instinctively start to pull back to apologize, Andrew shakes his head and tugs you in closer. Kisses you harder. Needs you more. He takes charge even further, tongue swiping the envelope of your lips, parting them, insisting against yours. You drag your hands down his arms, squeezing his biceps, letting yourself be positively hungry as you grab his muscles. And he matches you. Guides you backwards with so much care until youâre flat on your back against the soft blanket, Andrew pinning you down in a way that doesnât make you feel trapped but protected. Like nothing could get to you while heâs got you there.
Breathless and squirmy, you search his face to find pupils blown wide and lips trembling with lust. So you feel nothing but confidence as you suggest, âWould you want to, um, show me your place?â When he gets that cute kind-of-confused look, you raise your eyebrows and press, âYour bedroom, maybe?â
âOh. Oh.â His cock twitches and he backs off of you reluctantly, extending his hand to help you to your feet. You press a soft kiss on his lips and collect your things again, which, again, Andrew insists on carrying for you. As he leads you up the shoal and to the side door of his house, he nervously tells you, âJust so you know, I wasnât expecting for us to- I didnât want to assume that- Itâs, ah, itâs kind of messy.â
Once heâs invited you through the door, where you leave your sandals in the mud room you walk into from the side door, you gaze around the pristine, modern space in wonder. âThis is your version of messy? Good thing we arenât back at mine.â
âI can be kind of a neat freak,â he admits solemnly. In his tone, you can hear a lifetime of internalized judgment.
So you give his bicep another squeeze and say, âHopefully youâll rub off on me, then. I could use some pointers.â
He pulls you toward him and, completely serious, says, âIâll clean your whole place on my knees with a toothbrush if you kiss me again.â
Youâre giggling as you lean in. âIs that a promise?â
Grabbing you by the waist, he presses his lips to your again, just as good as the first, and groans, âAbsolutely.â
In between fevered kisses, âBetter invest in a cute French maid outfit because Iâm not gonna stop kissing you any time soon.â
He smiles and it tastes so good against yours. âIs that a promise?â
âShow me your bedroom and you can find out.â
Andrewâs dizzy from the honesty of your desire, so he takes your hand and leads you through his minimally decorated, neat home and up the stairs into a massive lofted suite. Itâs a total bachelor pad, the whole top floor gutted into a huge bedroom with a sprawling bathroom including an in-floor jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower the size of your bedroom with built-in benches and shelves. Itâs definitely the sanctuary of a single man who values his alone time.
Andrew stiffens up a bit in his bedroom, feeling a bit too exposed all of a sudden, and asks bashfully, âWould it be alright if we showered before getting into my bed? I kind of have a thing about-â
âOf course it would be okay; I donât want you to be uncomfortable,â you tell him simply, not realizing how much it matters to him. Then you bite your lower lip and ask him with a slight sway in your step, âBut could I use that insanely gorgeous tub of yours instead?â
Andrewâs tight lips turn to a smile at the thought of you naked and relaxed in his bathroom. âYeah, absolutely. Let me show you how to use the jets.â
The tub is at the center of the bathroom suite, the shower offset behind a divider on one side and the sinks on the other with the toilet set off in its own large water closet behind a door. Andrew walks ahead of you and draws the bath, his simple domesticity lighting a fire inside of you. As he places a few different bath products on the edge of the tub for you to choose from, you easily strip out of your swimsuit, knowing that Andrewâs eyes will make you feel nothing but secure,
When he straightens up and sees the slopes and curves of your nude form, Andrew lets out a slow, long breath. âFuck, youâre gorgeous.â
Carefully stepping down into the hot water, you recline and gaze up at him. âAnd you have an excellent bathtub.â
He bends down and kisses your forehead. âHopefully thatâll convince you to stick around.â
With the jets punching into your back just right, you hum, âYouâre definitely racking up points like crazy here.â
He glitters at that. âYeah?â
âMmmhm,â you croon slowly as you melt into relaxation. âYouâre sweet and handsome and kind. I have a feeling you like to spoil a girl rotten.â
Giving you a gentle spiderman-style kiss, he grins. âDamn straight.â
You kiss him back and then reluctantly push him upward. âNow go and have you shower so I can get you off.â
With a play shiver, he shakes his head and says, âYes, maâam.â
Disappointingly, you donât get a good look at his naked body as he disappears behind the divider and into the steam of the shower. Damned delayed gratification. Your pussy is definitely aching for him already, keeping your mind activated. With the mild bergamot soap collection Andrewâs left by your side â an incredibly sexy choice for a buff, masculine guy â you wash the sea and sweat from your skin until you feel completely relaxed and smooth.
By the time you hear the shower turning off, youâre totally blissed out from the jets and the aromatherapy (and the way Andrew sometimes grunts as he scrubs himself down. You donât even notice him stepping out, wrapping his hips in a towel, and standing over you with a content expression, imagining what it would be like to have this sight in front of him on a regular basis.
Sounding amused, Andrew asks in that gravely voice of his, âYou wanna dry off and let me eat you out now or should I leave you alone with your new best friend a while?â
With a serene smile, eyes still closed, you reply, âHmm?â
âGotcha, Iâll head out, then,â he chuckles. âIâve got some projects I should get working on, anyway, and-â
You flick some water at him as you slowly stand up, stretching your arms above your head in a way that drives Andrew clinically insane. He offers a hand to help you out and you take it, glowing under the way his eyes trace the droplets that cascade over your breasts and down your soft stomach.
Then he bends down and drags his tongue from your bellybutton, up your sternum, and over your neck, not stopping until his lips meet your softly gasping mouth. Every nerve in your body shocks to life as he kisses you urgently, snapping a towel off the nearby rack to hastily dry you off. The soft towel in his rough hands energizes all of your muscles. Youâre still a little unsteady on your feet from the warm bath, so you grip onto him, arms around his neck, and he groans in response.
Unable to resist, Andrew guides you backwards, toward the countertop, and begins to feel you up in earnest, the way he wouldâve on the beach if he werenât scared of being too possessive too fast. The truth is that heâs already obsessed with you. He has been for longer than heâd ever admit to you, his brothers, or even his therapist. He wants to devour every part of you as often as he can, to bring you into his life, to build up all the good in you and let it wash over his darkness.
With you giggling and moaning in tandem, Andrew hoists you up onto the counter and kneels down in front of you. Before you have time to think, much less question, heâs spreading your legs and diving between them. Water drips down your shins and lands on the floor, but Andrew canât bring himself to care with your tart juices coating his tongue. His name slips out of your mouth in a needy cry and his eyes roll back, closing with ecstasy.
Andrewâs greedy hands travel to your hips to hold you tight against his mouth as you grapple for balance on the counter, one hand gripping its edge and the other fisting in Andrewâs damp curls. He grunts at the sting on his scalp, nodding to encourage you to be even meaner with it. So you do. Itâs not your usual style, but you grind down against his tongue, showing him exactly where he needs to use his tongue. When you manage to rasp out a whimpering, âright there,â Andrew nods happily and gets to work, lapping at your clit like itâs an oasis in the desert of his life. Like your body can baptize him.
You canât rip your eyes from his rapturous expression as pleasure warms your belly. Youâve never seen a man looking so at peace between a womanâs legs. His thoughts turn into a gentle breeze and he focuses on your every little sound and twitch. Youâre not loud, but youâre constant, sounds feminine and breathy and music. And the way you squirm under his hands, involuntarily twitching and bucking. He wonders absently how long itâs been since a man made you cum like this because you seem barely in control of yourself, tumbling headfirst into overwhelming pleasure.
With you on the verge of losing yourself down his chin, his cock is agonizingly hard. It truly borders on painful, red and angry and leaking. When your thighs start to tighten around Andrewâs head, your moans going even softer from the intensity, Andrew canât resist giving himself some relief by pumping his cock with his right hand. The contact makes more groans vibrate against your pussy and, all of a sudden, you canât take it for another second.
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, thighs completely muffling Andrewâs hearing, but he keeps his hand tight on your hip, clutching you close so that you canât wriggle away. Toes curling, chest heaving, and eyes pinching shut, your pussy begs to be filled as it clenches against itself. Andrew drinks in every bead of your arousal that drips down when you cum.
Andrew places soft, loving kisses on the sensitive insides of your thighs as you come down from the orgasm. When he straightens up, heâs got a self-satisfied grin on his lips. An orgasm is concrete, undeniable proof that heâs done good work. Then you lean forward and kiss him with an unfamiliar fervor, so adoring it steals his breath for a moment, and itâs cemented in his mind.
In between bruising, demanding kisses, you beg, âWant your cock. Want you to fuck me.â
âWrap your legs around me, angel,â he murmurs, lips only a millimeter from yours. When you obey without question, he smiles, scoops you up below your ass, and carries you back into the bedroom. He spins you around sweetly and youâre able to get a proper look at his bed for the first time. Itâs not the pristine linens and carefully arranged pillows that catch your attention.
You gawk, âJesus, this bed is gigantic.â
Andrew flops you down onto it to make you laugh, shrugs, and replies modestly, âWhen in California, get a California king.â He opens up his bedside table, removes an unopened box of condoms, and fishes one out. You give him a cheeky look at the new box and he mutters, âDonât make fun of me; I donât get a lot of action.â
You give him a warm, affectionate smile. âGood; I want you all to myself.â
Andrew huffs out a chuckle as he rolls on the condom. He joins you on the bed and kisses you hard. before murmuring, âYou have me.â Then, poising the head of his cock at your soaked entrance, chest blotchy red and eyes black and breaths heavy and lips shiny and swollen, Andrew asks gently, âAre you sure?â
You bite your lower lip and nod. âCompletely and totally.â
But his eyes still search your face for any signs of doubt, any proof that he isnât good enough for this, any reason to stop and save you from him. So he holds your cheek and whispers, âSwear?â
âPlease.â With your hands on his hips to encourage him forward, you assure him, âIâve never been more certain I want someone to fuck me.â You pull his head down by his curls and kiss him. âJust let go, honey. I want you.â
So, after a shaky nod, he sinks inside of you in one slow, deep thrust. Itâs the first time heâs been grateful for a condom slightly dulling the sensation because your cunt is gripping him so perfectly he wouldâve cum seconds after slipping inside of you. He still shudders and grips his headboard so tight it nearly splinters when he bottoms out and you give him a breathless moan. At least that thin barrier lets him savor you. Itâs not really about getting his dick wet for Pope, anyway. Heâs not like Craig or Baz. For him itâs the way your breath catches in your throat, the way your nails dig into his strong ass, the way you lean up to get him to kiss you if he stops looking at you for even a second.
The whole time heâs inside of you, Andrew holds you close. One hand on the back of your head, the other on your waist to steady you against his hard thrusts. Soon enough, itâs not close enough, and heâs got you on his lap, trying to make sure you have as much control as you want, cradling your back with his large hands, pressing your chests together as you whine into his neck. He can only bear to move one of his hands when you plead, âTouch me, Andy.â
Pope shivers. He canât remember the last time someone called him that. The last time he felt so wretchedly and perfectly seen. His hand slides from between your shoulder blades to your neck, briefly stopping to feel your pulse beneath his thumb, down the soft swell of your stomach, and finally between your legs. He never stops touching you the whole way.Â
Hovering his thumb right above your clit, the lack of contact driving you crazy, Andrew murmurs, âYou called me Andy.â
You bite your lip and start to ask, âIs that not-â
Then his thumb lands on your clit, knowing and thunderous, and your question dies in your throat, replaced by a hard moan. He kisses you hard and admits a little too earnestly, âI liked it.â
With your greedy walls pulsing around him, you swear against his lips, âIâll call you anything you want if you always fuck me like this.â
The only word he can growl is, âAlways.â
That word turns your brain to happy mush. Everything gets more intense at the idea that youâve got Andrew for as long as you want. This isnât a one-and-done thing for either of you. Andrew bucks his hips up into you with animalistic force. Your tits bounce in his face and he catches one of your nipples in his mouth. Your toes curl into your mattress and your hips falter, stuttering on either side of him.
Andrew doesnât even give you a second to collect yourself. He wraps his arms around you and flips you onto your back, sinking his cock deeper as your legs get pushed back, nearly to your head. His thumb goes to your clit, precise and firm, and you start to whimper and gasp more than moan, overwhelmed by how good it feels to be with him. Yes, him, specifically, because of the way his body conforms to yours, every inch of him responding to every inch of you. When he feels your second orgasm tightening up around his cock, he has to bite down to stave off his own. He barely even registers that heâs biting down on your neck, sucking hard and digging in. It makes pleasure spark up your spine as you let out a harsh cry.
When your walls grip down on him like a vise, Andrewâs body hurtles over the edge, vibrant and intense and overwhelming after holding himself back for your pleasure. The whole time, heâs grunting praise in your ear. So beautiful. Fucking perfect. Canât believe I get to have you.
The two of you stay tangled up together long after he goes soft. He only briefly moves to tie off the condom and lob it into the nearby trash. Heâs pretty much laying on top of you and, honestly, itâs really nice. Like a weighted blanket you can time your breaths and heartbeats with. A weighted blanket that litters gentle kisses over your face and chest and shoulders and tells you how lovely you are over and over.
You separate naturally, neither of you really initiating it. Then, as you stretch your arms above your head and prepare to stand the rest of the way up, Andrew asks tentatively, âWould you want to stay over? You can borrow some of my clothes.â
Your grin spreads wide and easy; Andrew doesnât really strike you as the kind of man who offers to share his living space lightly. So you stand, drape your arms around him once more, and reply, âIâd love that. I gave Billie dinner and her evening run before I left, so you just have to have me home before breakfast.â
Kissing up your neck, he murmurs, âIf you want, I could join you. Make you some real breakfast and go on your morning run with the two of you.â
âYeah?â Your smile lights up into Megawattage territory. âYouâd do that?â
Andrew shrugs like itâs not a huge deal to either of you. âIf it wouldnât be too much of an imposition. Wouldnât wanna cramp your style.â
âCan I still sing?â
âWouldnât want it any other way.â
âWould you sing along?â
He kisses you and laughs, âDonât push your luck, angel.â
You peck the tip of his nose and bat your eyelashes teasingly. âI always do.â
Andrew just shakes his head and goes to his closet to grab pajamas for you both. Once youâre cozy in one of his 800 soft, worn black tees (you forego panties), he finds a brand new toothbrush for you in his bathroom, not that itâs hard since heâs one of those people who actually replaces his toothbrush every three months. While you brush and wash your face, Andrewâs eyes rove along your body, cataloguing the myriad of small marks heâs left on you. Most are small and forgettable, but heâs left a few possessive, intense hickeys over your neck and breasts. But you just keep smiling at him every time you catch his eyes in the mirror. Youâre not upset with him. In fact, you love looking like you belong to him already.
While Andrew goes through the house to shut off the lights and lock the doors, you make yourself comfortable in his massive bed and absently scroll on your phone. When he comes back up the stairs, he lingers to watch you for a moment. He definitely likes the look of you in his bed.
After a minute of wrestling with it, debating if heâs just too crazy for his own good, Andrew asks softly, âWould you mind sleeping on the other side?â
You shake your head, scoot across the bed toward the wall, and reply, âDidnât mean to steal your spot. 50/50 chance.â
âItâs not that,â he replies. He sits next to you and sighs, sounding embarrassed, âNot gonna be able to sleep unless Iâm between you and the door. Just in case. I know thatâs stupid, but-â
âItâs not stupid,â youâre quick to interrupt. The truth is that it makes you feel so safe you could explode with adoration, but that might be a little much to say on your first night together. So instead you tell him, âIâll sleep better knowing youâre watching out for me.â
Andrew kisses your temple, unable to quite voice how much your easy acceptance means to him. âThatâs what I like to hear.â
You kiss him for another minute, just slow and lazy, until youâre both relaxed and sleepy. He canât stop himself from shaking his head and smiling in between. Even when heâs turned the lights off and closed his eyes, Andrewâs mind is soft and light. Hell, he might actually sleep more than a few hours.
As you slowly drift toward unconsciousness, you turn onto your side and instinctively rest your head on Andrewâs shoulder. When he moves his arm, you tuck onto his chest, your eyelashes brushing his bare skin and your breath prickling his nerves. Then you sling a leg over his hip, too, and he brings his hand to rest on the curve just above your ass, arm settling like it was made to be there with you.
This is all new for Andrew. Heâs never had a woman curl into him like this, nestling into his chest and treating him like a body pillow. Showing him trust at her absolute most vulnerable. He breathes in the scent of his own shampoo on your hair. With slightly trembling hands â the weight of your trust is heavy â he cradles you, one arm around your lower back and his dominant hand on the back of your head. When you coo gently and press a kiss to his bare chest, Andrewâs heart pounds like heâs run a mile.
introduction: What happens when you build a life saving people but the family you came from only knows how to destroy things? An exhausted ER resident counting down the minutes to handoff. A fiancĂŠ who knows exactly how to steady her.
warnings: fluff/soft Jack, family issues, reader just being smurf child, medical inaccuracy, small injuries, brief mention of death, established relationship, reader just hating on Baz bc he is such an ass
It was almost handoff time, and you couldnât be more happier about it. It has been a rough shift and your mind seemed to be elsewhere the hole night
You couldnât help but think about your family, not exactly all of them, but the most important
Your brothers
âHey, everything alright?â Jack move his hand tilâ it land in your low back
âYeah, just tiredâ you smile at him and canât help at the thought of how good he looks that night, the cargo pants and that black t-shirt was not doing healthy things to your rotten mind
He canât help the smirk that starts growing in his lips, noticing what his little dirty fiancĂŠe was thinking about
âYouâre doing that look againâ he said with a grin
The heat spread on your face and down on your lower belly because of his voice tone, you were sure that you were going to melt on the ERâs floor in less than thirty seconds
âShut upâ the embarrassment in your voice made Jack laugh hard
âHey lovebirds, we got two hours tilâ you can go. Letâs workâ Parker shout from trauma one beside Shen, who was peacefully drinking his Dunkinâs coffee
âI hate you Ellisâ you said back to your friend with an akward smile
She laugh getting back to work as you follow her to the room, with Jack following your steps
âHey Cody, after that, patient in south twenty is looking for you. And it seems that he came with his bodyguardsâ Lena says from the nurse station as you got your face frown
â âKayâ you say confused
âBodyguards huh? do you want me to join?â Jack says from behind you as his hand find itâs way to your waist
âDonât worry old man, iâll call you if things get oddâ a soft smile ran across your face before kissing Jackâs cheek
A shaky breath came out of your mouth as you ran out from trauma one
The patient, an eighteen-year old-female, couldnât make it
It was hard, really hard. You try to swallow the sore in your throat, but it was impossible
You couldnât help but think about that the young girl was your nephewâs age, that that girl couldâve been him.
âLena iâm taking the south twenty nowâ you say as your sad eyes looked at her
âOkay baby, you can take a break after, we got it hereâ she says with a soft smile
âThanksâ you say with a small nod
You get closer to the nurse station to grab a new chart to fill with your new patients info
Your feets seemed to be heavy with every step you take, every breath was like someone was pushing down to your chest, you feel how dizzy you are and how the room started to feel distant
But you couldnât afford yourself to feel that way, you were a Cody, you werenât weak; you couldnât, ever
So you shook your head as you reach the door of your new patients room
But when you opened the doorâ
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding meâ
âHello sisâ
This was like fucking hell
âWhat the hell are you doing here? this is the worse day of my entire lifeâ
âDonât worry, ours was when you were born, you own us this babyâ Baz-the asshole-Blackwell said
âYou are so disgustingâ you said with a tired huff âWhat happend baby J?â you asked as you walk next to your nephew on the gurney
âIâm sorry auntie, but the church job was not entirely goodâŚâ he said pointing his open wound on his leg
You nod as you glanced over the rest of the grown men in the room
âAre you really that sick of the head to involve a fucking child in your sick jobs?â you asked looking at all of them
âOh shut upâ Baz snap out at you
âNo Baz, you shut up, you are not even my fucking brother. So you can go and fuck yourselfâ the rage was from seeing your nephew hurt was consuming you
Deran, Craig and Pope were watching the scene with big eyes of surprise
You were a Cody, of course you had a bad temper, but they didnât remember that it was this bad. Worse than theirs
âGet out of here before i do something i would probably regretâ one hand covered your eyes with anger and the other pointed the door
Baz didnât say anything, he just walked away as you wanted, slamming the door
ây/n⌠This was not the plan, please donât get mad at us, we love youâ Craig tried to persuade you, but you were your mothers daughter
âYes, yes. Whatever, shut up you too, iâm mad at all of you right now, let me fix J first and then, i will scream at you as long as i want toâ
âYou look tiredâ Pope said looking at you from the place he was standing
âThe last case was rough a-andâŚâ your voice broke and the four men noticed that
Their eyes softened at your vulnerability
âIs okay, iâm more than sure that you did everything you could bugâ Pope told you, he always called you that since you were a child. And because of the vague memory, your eyes started filling with tears
No one said anything, you gloved up and turn to face Jâs leg to start making the procedure, that were a few stitches
The room went silent for at least five minutes while you were patching J up. When you finished, you throw your used gloves away and looked at your boys
Deran was the first to break the tense air by stepping up just to hug you
âYou donât have to play the strong part with usâ he said stroking your hair as your arms wrapped his waist
You nodded even if he couldnât see you
Craig was the next one, stepping up and lifting his hand to rest over your lower back
âWe are so proud of youâ Deran continue as hot tears run down your cheeks
âHey itâs my turnâ Andrew said next and the three of you laugh as you ran into his arms
If someone ever asked you who your favourite brother was, this moment could be the answer
You wrapped up into Andrews arms was your favourite place to be since you were a child
âI missed you Andyâ you said when he hold your face in his hands and kissed your forehead
âYou know we all miss you everydayâ
âYeah, but iâm not coming back anytime soonâ your voice came strong, but not because of them. And they alredy knew it
You stepped back and looked at J before walking near him again
âPlease donât get too involve J, your mom would never want this for youâ
He just nodded at you, and you knew he would do what ever he wanted, he was under Smurf claws. And also Bazes, so he had no choice
âIâll be back in a minuteâ
As you walked out, the sight of Baz near the nurse station catch your eye
The motherfucker was talking to Lena, using his charming eyes that made you sick
âHay Cody, you never told me that you had such a charming brotherâ the redhead say to you
âHe is not my brotherâ your face showed how disgusted you were
Both of them went quiet, you knew it wasnât Lenaâs fault, but you hated him
âHey hon, everything alright?â Jack appeared beside you with his hand on your waist
Your whole body softened the second you felt Jackâs hand settle on your waist.
Too much had happened in too little time, and somehow that small touch almost undid you more than everything else combined.
âDefine alright,â you muttered, eyes still locked on Baz.
Jack followed your gaze, jaw tightening instantly.
Baz only smirked, leaning lazy against the nurse station like he owned the damn hospital.
âWell, well,â he drawled. âThis the fiancĂŠ?â
Jackâs hand didnât move, but you felt the shift in him immediately. Quiet. Sharp. Protective.
âDepends,â Jack said coolly. âYou the problem?â
Craig, from inside the room, barked out a laugh loud enough for half the hallway to hear.
Deran groaned. âJesus Christ.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose. âCan every man in my life stop acting like theyâre in a cage match for ten minutes?â
âNo promises,â Baz said.
âShut up,â you and three of your brothers said at the same time.
Lena nearly choked trying not to laugh.
Jack glanced down at you, then back at Baz. âYou bothering my nurses?â
âI was being friendly.â
âYou donât know how to do that.â
Your head snapped toward Jack.
Bazâs smirk twitched.
And somewhere behind you, Shen let out a low whistle.
âOhhh,â Parker sang from trauma one. âDoctor Abbot got jokes tonight.â
You wouldâve laughed if you werenât so tired.
âJack,â you said quietly, touching his wrist. âPlease donât get fired because of my family.â
âIâm not the one at risk of getting fired,â he replied, eyes still on Baz.
âThat confidence is sexy but unhelpful.â
His mouth curved despite himself.
Baz pushed off the desk. âRelax, sweetheart. Iâm leaving.â
âYou shouldâve left years ago,â you shot back.
That one landed.
His face hardened for half a second before the charming mask slid back on.
âStill got claws,â he said.
âI learned from the best.â
He looked at you a moment longer, then walked past Jack and down the hallway without another word.
The second he disappeared, you exhaled like youâd been holding your breath for years.
Jack turned you gently toward him.
âYou okay?â
âNo,â you answered honestly.
Something in his expression softened.
âCome here.â
You barely had time to process it before he pulled you into him, one arm around your shoulders, the other at your lower back. You folded instantly, face pressing into the warm cotton of his shirt.
The ER still moved around you, phones ringing, carts rolling, people shouting vitals, but for a moment it all sounded far away.
âYou smell like antiseptic and coffee,â you mumbled.
âAnd you smell like stress.â
âThatâs rude.â
âThatâs accurate.â
You felt the laugh leave you before you could stop it.
His hand moved slowly up and down your back. âYou wanna tell me what happened in there?â
âMy family happened.â
âThat explains the emotional damage.â
You snorted against his chest.
Then quieterâ
âA girl died in trauma one.â
His hand stilled.
You swallowed hard. âShe was eighteen.â
Jack didnât fill the silence with anything empty. He just held you tighter.
âThat never gets easier,â he said finally.
âI know.â
âYou still showed up for the next patient.â
âMy nephew.â
âStill counts.â
You closed your eyes.
âSometimes I feel like Iâm two different people,â you admitted. âThe one who got out⌠and the one who never really did.â
Jack tipped your chin up until you had to look at him.
âYouâre one person,â he said. âWho fought like hell to build something better.â
The tears hit too fast to stop.
âOh, great,â you muttered. âNow Iâm crying in front of the hot older doctor.â
âIâm always the hot older doctor.â
âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd yet youâre obsessed with me.â
Before you could answer, Craig stuck his head out of room twenty.
âAre you two making out or can we get discharge papers?â
You wiped under your eyes. âIâm revoking your pain meds.â
âWorth it,â he said, disappearing back inside.
Jack grinned.
You stared at him for a second, tired to your bones and somehow lighter than youâd been all night.
Then you grabbed the front of his black shirt and kissed him hard enough to shut him up.
A chorus of shouts exploded from down the hall.
âABOUT TIME!â
âGross!â
âGet a room!â
Shen yelled, âTen bucks says Abbot blushes!â
Jack kissed you once more, slower this time, then rested his forehead to yours.
Pairings: Jack Abbot x Dana's Niece, Single Mom, Nurse Prac!Reader
Rating: M
Word Count: 9.3K
Tags/Warnings: Female reader, Single Mom reader, Reader is Dana's Niece, Dana playing matchmaker, Parker Ellis friendship, implied age gap relationship (reader would be in her mid 30's), workplace romance, reader has experienced DV in the past, mentions reader's father ended his own life, reader's mom is a hot mess, her baby daddy is a total ass and a deadbeat, mentions past grooming by ex (not detailed), major confronation between Jack and reader's ex, intimidation tactics, reader's child has a non-life threating injury and ends up in the ED, no use of Y/N, defo major HURT/COMFORT vibes.
A/N: This one is pretty personal to me because I put a lot of my own lived experiences with my ex into it, because lord, would I love Jack Abbot to put him in his place. Also, if I write anything more for Jack in the future, I will probably be using this "reader" who basically is an unnamed OC let's be real. So if you would like to see more of them please feel free to send me asks, would love to write some fluff for them at some point. I made her nurse prac because I feel like there is a major lack of nurse pracs and PAs on the Pitt and they need more rep. Also they NEVER mention Children's Hospital on the Pitt and that pisses me off because that's where a lot of medically complex kiddo's care was done till we moved from Pittsburgh so I had to give them and Kennywood a shout out in this story. I also wrote this all in one day, so if missed something in quick edit I did of it please forgive me.
When your Aunt Dana suggested you try to get onto the night shift, you genuinely laughed at the idea. However, her argument for it was a strong one. You would have days free if your five-year-old son needed you. He was starting kindergarten, so you could sleep while he was at school. You were already living back with your parents, so working nights would be much easier on them since it would just be having to get your son to bed. Little did you know at the time she had an ulterior motive for getting you on the night shift, and his name was Dr.Jack Abbot.Â
The first night you were on nights, when you were talking with Dana as she was getting ready to leave for the night and she pulled over this handsome, old attending, you knew right away what he plan was. âAbbot, this is my niece, your new nurse prac for nights.â She said warmly as she gestured to you. You could feel your cheeks begin to flush as you smiled nervously. âShe is a sweetheart, sharp as a tack. You are very lucky to have her.âÂ
Jack gave you a warm smile and a little nod. âIâm sure we are, though no one can replace you Dana.â He chuckled as he leaned against the counter of the nurseâs station. He was older than you, maybe ten years or so. Very handsome, in shape, and worst of all you could already tell he was dangerously charming.Â
âOh I am not trying to replace my Aunt, but she did help train me when I was still a nurse.â You start softly, wringing your hands nervously. âI just got my nurse prac license last year, was working over at Childrenâs ED part-time, but I needed a full-time position so Dana helped me get back in at PTMC.â You explain. In the back of your mind, you knew you were rambling out of nerves but that didnât seem to faze Jack who was listening intently.Â
He smiled, âGood, it will be good to have someone with some good Peds experience. We donât get a ton of Peds cases, but I will admit we were lacking a little in that department.â The smile he gave you as he spoke cut deep. It was such a disarming smile that you knew was going to get you into trouble.Â
You let out a low nervous laugh. âYeah, I can definitely help in that department. Though I left peds because seeing all those kids close to my sonâs age going through some horrible things just wrecked me.â You ramble.Â
Jack just smiled and leaned forward. âYou have a kid? How old?âÂ
âHe just turned five last month, Ian. He starts kindergarten next week.â You can feel the blush on your cheeks get brighter.Â
âYeah, thatâs great. You and his dad must be so proud.âÂ
At the mention of âhis dadâ, you stiffen, and Dana leans forward, âWe do not speak of that piece of shit. The only good thing he has ever done is Ian.â Dana rubs your arm and looks up at Jack. âIt was a bad situation, and we are so blessed this girl right here got out in one piece.âÂ
Jack obviously didnât need to hear more. He just nodded as he started to apologize. âIâm sorry, I didnât know.âÂ
You laugh nervously, âHow could you? We just met.â You reach down and pick up your cup of Iced Coffee. âUm, I should go get ready for my shift.â In that moment, all you wanted to do was disappear and not be acknowledged the rest of the night.Â
Dana rubbed your arm one more time before she smiled over at you. âHave a good shift, kiddo. I will see you in the morning.â She whispered before you started to walk off.Â
As you were walking away, you heard Jack ask sharply. âWhy didnât you warn me about the kidâs dad being a sore subject?â You tried to angle yourself behind a pillar to keep eavesdropping unnoticed.Â
âI told you she had just gotten out of a bad situation. I thought you were smart enough to put two and two together.â Dana snapped softly. Jack shrugged and looked genuinely confused. âHe beat her half to death a little over a year ago, got off on probation because his dad is a cop. Itâs a messy situation, but if he ever shows up here, you do not let him get near her. Understood?âÂ
âUnderstood,â Jack said quickly as you watched him stand up and rest his hand on the counter. âI would have understood it before if you had just said something, Dana. I pulled strings for you to get her on the night shift as a favor to you. The least you could have done is warn me.âÂ
âWell, now you know,â Dana said as she brought her hand to the bridge of her nose. âShe is smart, a hard worker, and just needs a fresh start without that assholeâs shadow following her everyplace she goes.âÂ
âI will do my best to give it to her,â Jack said firmly. âI kinda feel honored you trust me enough to have her work with me,â he added sheepishly.Â
âI knew if she was on days, Robby would have made her cry the first day if he were in one of his moods, and I would have been forced to kill him.â Your Aunt said flatly. âI practically raised her. My sister was not always the most stable of women. She has gotten better but she is practically my kid. So treat her as such.âÂ
âGot it,â Jack said, throwing his hands up. âPrincess treatment.âÂ
Dana took a step forward towards Jack and held her finger out. âNot princess treatment. Just treat her with respect, kindness, donât make her fucking cry on her first day.âÂ
âDeal.â He said, quickly taking a step back. âNow I gotta go see patients, and you need to get home.âÂ
After what was a rocky start to your first night, things started to flow a little easier. You were given a warm welcome by the others on the night shift. Dr. Ellis made a point to team up with you and help you get acclimated to how things went. Something you were grateful for. When the action started to slow down around the predawn hours, you sat down at one of the work stations, working on your charting, when Jack walked over. You glanced up from your screen as he leaned on the counter. âGot a minute?â He asked softly.Â
âYeah, sure.â You said as you stopped typing and smiled up at him.Â
âI just wanted to apologize for earlier, if I upset you or anything.â He started with a warm smile. âYou are doing a great job, working well with the rest of the team. Iâm really happy to have you here.âÂ
âWeâre good, no worries, and thank you. It means a lot.â You smile as you look down at your hands, trying to hide the fact that you knew you were starting to blush again.Â
âAwesome, good talk,â he said a little awkwardly as he gave you two thumbs up and started to back away. You watched him as he shook his head and muttered âWhat the fuck was thatâ to himself as he walked away.Â
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Over the next month, you settled into the night shift. You actually grew to enjoy it.
Jack was a great attending, and you two had this awkward flirting back and forth on occasion, which you tried not to think much about, but couldnât help to think too much about every time he smiled in your direction or leaned in to ask you to go check on a patient. On Thursdays, Shen would grab you an Iced Coffee from Dunkin's, and on Fridays, you would grab him one. You were iced coffee buddies, which amused you a lot. Ellis was easily your favorite on the night shift. You two worked together most often and were developing a solid friendship even outside of work. So much so she had managed to talk you into going out with her that weekend when you both had off on a Saturday night. When you mentioned it to Dana she told you to bring Ian into work, and she would be happy to babysit him for the weekend so you could go have a fun girls' night out.
So that Friday, extra coffee for Shen in hand as usual, your son followed beside you as you walked in. His little Bluey backpack all packed for his weekend with Auntie Dana on. You were too focused on making sure Ian didnât run off to notice that Jack was walking up behind you.Â
âIs that my new med student?â Jack teased as he settled beside you, his backpack slung over his shoulder.Â
You glance to your side and smile. âNo.â You laugh softly. âSay hello to Dr.Abbot, Ian.âÂ
Ian looked up at Jack and gave him a little smile, his missing front tooth making it all the more adorable. âHi.â He said softly. âYou work with my mommy?âÂ
âHey little man,â Jack said with a warm smile as he nodded. âI do work with your mom, she is pretty cool.â Ian shrugged at Jackâs assertion that you were cool. âPromise she really is.â Jack then turned back to you. In a hushed tone, asked, âIs he okay? Sick?âÂ
âNo, no.â You laugh nervously. âDana is taking him for the weekend because Ellis wants to take me out to some bar tomorrow night, and my mom is out of town on this spiritual retreat or something. I donât know, I think itâs just an excuse for her to go up to her friend's cabin in upstate New York and eat a ridiculous amount of pot gummies.âÂ
Jack stifles a laugh as he looks down for a moment. âThe more I hear about your mom, the more I am convinced you are actually Danaâs kid.â he paused as he looked back up at you with a crooked grin that made your heart skip a beat. âAre you even sure they are biologically related?âÂ
âOh they are, my mom is just the wildly irresponsible older sister who got pregnant with me at 19.â You chuckled softly. âWait till I tell you about my momâs latest get rich quick scheme.âÂ
He chuckled again as you neared the nurse's desk. âOh, I gotta hear this.âÂ
âShe thinks she is gonna be a social media influencer, at 63. Has somehow gotten like 12 thousand followers on TikTok. Our living room is filled with all these insane samples from the TikTok shop she keeps getting sent.â Jack tries to hold back as he laughs to himself. âDo you need a rotary slicer? Air purifier? An automatic litter box for the cat we donât have?âÂ
âJesus.â He muttered as he set his bag down under the desk. âHas she actually made any money, though?âÂ
âLike 20 bucks, thinks she is always just one video away from going viral.â As you and Jack smile at each other, Ian goes racing towards Dana, who is watching you both intently.Â
âOh, there is my favorite nephew.â She says warmly as she wraps her arms around him tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. âYou two look like you are getting on well,â Dana said with a self-satisfied smirk, watching as you and Jack stood next to each other, both with a slightly confused look on your faces.Â
âWhy wouldnât we?â You ask with a shrug. âJack is great.âÂ
âThe feeling is mutual,â Jack said, turning to you as he rested his hand on the counter for a moment. âI gotta go do handoffs with Robby.â He paused and leaned down for a moment to talk to Ian. âGood meeting you, little dude.â He said with a smile. âHave fun with your Aunt Dana this weekend.âÂ
âThanks,â Ian said with a little smile before he turned back to Dana. âDo we get to have pizza and will Uncle Benji let me watch Captain America with me?âÂ
âOf course, baby. Whatever you want.â Dana said warmly. âSo you and AbbotâŚâ she started with a playful smirk.Â
âAre friends.â You finish sounding way more defensive than you wanted to.Â
âYou two would make a cute couple, I am just saying,â Dana said as she looked down at Ian for a moment. Her gaze returned to you as she smiled an all to familiar smile that told you this was all part of her plan. âHe is a good man, lost his wife a few years ago. Was in the Army like your dad was, a real solid guy.â You shift uncomfortably as you are about to deflect her statements. âHe likes you.âÂ
âHow do you know that?â You ask, a little shocked.Â
Dana nodded to where Jack stood talking to Ellis and smiled. âI bet any money he is trying to find out which bar you and Ellis are going to tomorrow. I looked at his schedule. Heâs off.âÂ
You let out a frustrated huff. âStop it.â You whisper. âIt was cute when you tried to set me up when I was in high school, but I am not in high school anymore.â You couldnât deny you had a little thing developing for Jack. He was kind, attentive, and your flirty little back and forth came naturally. However, in your mind, it was nothing more than playful work banter. You wished it were more, but you had no expectations of anything developing between you and Jack.Â
âI know potential when I see it, kiddo,â Dana said flatly. âYou and Jack have it in spades.â She grabbed her purse and stood up, taking Ianâs hand. âTell mommy to give the handsome doctor a chance.âÂ
âDonât you dare use my son against me.â You grumbled as you walked around the desk and kissed your son on the cheek. âBe good for Aunt Dana and Uncle Benji, okay?â He nods as you stand back up. âAnd drop this stuff with Jack, itâs probably never going to happen, and you are reading too much into nothing.âÂ
You watched Dana walk off with your son, as you started to get ready for your shift, but your eyes fell on Jack, who was still talking with Ellis. Maybe Dana wasnât reading too much into things? Maybe Jack did like you?Â
Shaking your head, you push the thought from your mind and get ready for that nightâs shift.Â
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The next night. You met Ellis at the little dive bar near the hospital that you agreed on. You were dressed fairly casually. Your âgoodâ jeans that fit you like a glove and a cute top with the neckline that was just low enough to possibly get you a free drink or two. As you walked in, you spotted Ellis at the bar on her phone texting someone, a drink already in her hand. âHey,â you greet as you walk towards her.Â
âGirl, you look good.â She said with a warm smile as she set her phone on the bar and turned to give you a quick side hug. âSo.â She started slowly. âDonât be mad because I know in theory this was going to be a little girlsâ night, but a few people from work might stop by.âÂ
You purse your lips as you cross your arms in front of your chest. Fuck, maybe Dana was right. You muse as you take a sharp breath in. âWho?â You ask slowly.Â
âShen said he might swing by but I doubt it, Santos and her little farmboy roommate mentioned they may come by after their shift.â She looks away as she reaches for her drink and mutters into it. âAbbot is probably coming.âÂ
âJack!â You say sharply. âI swear, ParkerâŚâ Ellis was the one person at work who knew that your flirtation with Jack wasnât fully just playful work banter. That you actually liked Jack.Â
Ellis set her drink down on the bar and leaned in. âHe asked me where we were going, and said you mentioned we were going out.â She started defending herself. âSo I told him, sue me. I think you two would be great together. You both just need to get your heads out of your asses and see that all that âplayfulâ flirting you do isnât playful. You both obviously like each other. Everyone sees it. The way you look at him with those little puppy dog eyes. The way he watches every single time you walk out of a room. Itâs getting ridiculous.âÂ
You laugh nervously as you move to set your purse on the bar trying to look back over your interactions with Jack over the last few weeks. He was attentive with you, complementary. The playful, flirtatious banter happened naturally. âOh shit.â You muttered as you realized slowly that maybe the feelings were mutual. âHe really watches me when I walk out of a room?â
Ellis laughed softly to herself. âOh his eyes are glued to your ass.â she said, highly amused that you hadnât noticed it. âI thought he was going to have a stroke when you had to change into street clothes last week to go meet with Ianâs teacher.â She glances down at what you are wearing. âYou were wearing those jeans. They do wonders for your figure, just saying. 10 out of 10 choice, no notes.âÂ
The color starts to drain from your face as you sit down on bar stool, âI need a drink,â you mutter as you hold your hand up waiting for the bartender. When he comes over you order a vodka and lemonade to give you some liquid courage as you process all the information you were just given.Â
You and Ellis start to settle in at the bar, talking about anything else besides Jack Abbot as you sip on your drink. Soon, you are joined by Santos and Whitaker from the day shift, still in their scrubs after a long shift. They regale you with a story of the hectic trauma that came in around lunch that day. You were listening to the story intently, watching as Whitaker explained how things went from bad to worse. You didnât notice that Jack had just walked in. He was wearing just a t-shirt and jeans, looking more casual than you had ever seen him.Â
He slowly made his way over to the bar where the four of you were gathered, âYou started without me?â He greeted you with a smile as he took a seat on the barstool next to you. You looked over and gave him a warm smile. âHey.â He greeted softly as the bartender started to make their way over.Â
âHey.â You whisper softly as you take a drink of your mostly empty drink. âFancy seeing you here.â You smile softly as you look down at your hands but as you do, you catch Jackâs eyes, lowering to the small amount of cleavage that was peaking out of your shirt. It was just a quick glance, but it made your cheeks flush a little.Â
Before things got too awkward, the bartender walked over. âWhat can I get ya?â He asked Jack.Â
âIâll have a Rolling Rock,â he paused and noticed your mostly empty drink. âYou want another? My treat.â He asked, leaning closer to you. You give him a little nod, thinking, âwhat the hellâ. âAnd one of whatever she had.âÂ
âOne Rolling Rock and Vodka and Lemonaid coming up.â He said before walking off to get your drinks.Â
âThanks, you really didnât have to.â You say with a coy smile.Â
Jack shrugs, âItâs no big deal.â He cracks the totally disarming, crooked smile of his and you feel your heart flutter a little. As the bartender brings your drinks over you shift slightly so your thigh brushes against his. It doesnât go unnoticed. Jackâs eyes are on your hands resting on the bar. He moves his hand a little closer so his pinky brushes against yours for a moment as he takes the first drink of his beer.Â
You two begin talking softly among yourselves, while Ellis is still engaged with Santos and Whitiker, talking shop. You and Jack are all but ignoring that they are even there. âI am really glad to have you working with us, you bring such good energy to the night shift.âÂ
âDo I?â You whisper with a little laugh as you chew on your straw from your drink. âEven when I tripped in that Trauma the other day, and you had to catch me before I landed face-first into that poor womanâs chest wound.â You could almost still feel Jackâs arm around your waist from when he caught you, pulling you back against him as he whispered âI got youâ in your ear. It had sent shivers down your spine in the moment. Even just the flash of the memory that played in your mind sent another down your spine again.Â
âEh, it wasnât that big of a deal. The room was crowded. It was a hectic trauma.â He leaned a little closer, his hand brushing yours again. âI didnât mind having to grab you to save you from getting some horrible nickname, like âCrashâ.â He smiled at you.Â
You nudged your hand closer to his as you turned a little closer to him. âOh, really?â You muse softly.Â
He shifts on the barstool a little awkwardly as he finally rests his hand over yours, fully turns to you. âI like you.â He admits as his thumb strokes the top of your hand. âI thought when Dana first told me about you, showed me your picture, that she was full of shit when she said that I would like you. She has been trying to play matchmaker with me for the last six months. Each time she missed the mark.â He admitted, and in the back of your mind, you realized exactly why Dana had suggested you come back to PTMC and work nights. It wasnât for the best schedule for Ian. It was for Jack. âBut the more I have gotten to know, I donât think she missed the mark this time.âÂ
âOf course, Dana was trying to play matchmaker.â You mused, and both you and Jack laughed. âBut I like too. I see the way you are with patients, how you handle these stressful situations we deal with every single day. Itâs hard not to.â His fingers curled around yours as you spoke, his eyes locked on yours as you spoke.Â
He leaned in and whispered, âDo you wanna go get dinner?âÂ
âYeah.â you answer back, his eyes watching your lips intently as you speak.Â
You and Jack were lost in the moment, not even paying attention to the three sets of eyes locked on you as you had this exchange. Ellis leaned over and whispered to Santos. âAbout fucking time.â With a smirk.Â
It was fairly easy to slip out of the bar without much fuss. Ellis hugged you as she whispered, âHave fun, I would say be good, but I am begging you not to be, for your sake, because you deserve to be a little naughty. Also, I donât want the details. There are parts of Jack Abbot I never want to know about.â She said with a laugh before you turned back to Jack, who held your purse up for you.Â
You slipped it over your shoulder as you took his hand, interlacing your fingers with his as you rested your cheek against his bicep. âWhat do you want to eat?â He asked softly as he pushed the door open.Â
âI would kill for a cheeseburger, some cheese fries, like a big chocolate milkshake.â You smiled up at him as he opened his car door for you.Â
âThat actually sounds really good.â He thinks for a moment. âI know this little dinner thatâs about 15 minutes from here. The SWAT guys I work with go there all the time.âÂ
âSounds great.â You say as he helps you into the passenger seat.Â
Your dinner was just what you had envisioned, greasy perfection to sop up the alcohol you had at the bar. The little bit of a buzz you had was all but gone by the time you returned to Jackâs car. Jack was funny, sweet, as flirty as ever, and you couldnât have asked for a better âfirst dateâ experience with him. You really got a clear picture of why Dana was trying to set you two up. The conversation came easily, even when the subject was a little more personal.Â
You leaned against the passenger door you looked up at him. You couldnât believe that you and Jack Abbot had just technically gone out on your first date. His hand rested on your waist as he looked down at you. âI really want to kiss you.â He whispered. You didnât give him a chance to continue asking you. Your hands gripped his t-shirt and pulled him down to you as you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. His other hand snaked around the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss, and it felt electric. His body pressed you into the door before he pulled back slightly. âYou want me to take you home?âÂ
âNo,â you whisper thoughtlessly. âTake me back to your place.âÂ
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Over the next two months, your relationship with Jack only continued to grow. You tried to match your days off the best you could. When they did line up, you would often spend them together. At first, you were worried about involving Jack in Ianâs life, but Jack had a good point. If it were a casual thing, he didnât have to have a relationship with your son, but if it was serious, it was something that was going to have to happen, and he made it very clear he didnât want just a casual relationship. So you started bringing Ian around a little more, first it was a park, then the Childrenâs museum, and slowly Ian bonded with Jack. He was good with your son, made him laugh. Didnât mind playing rough with him. It made your heart flutter each time that Ian asked, âAre we going to see Jack?â because this was starting to become something real.Â
Work also flowed well. You and Jack started developing shorthand in traumas. He trusted your judgment calls when you pushed back against the residents. You two were becoming a solid team both at work and outside of work.Â
It was a rainy, early summer night when that bond was put to the test. It was still early in your shift, a little after 9, when Jack walked over. His hand rested on your hip as he leaned as he stood behind you. âPeds trauma in bound, I am gonna need you on this one.âÂ
You take in a sharp breath as you nod, âAlright, what do we know?âÂ
âFive, male, fell or jumped off the top bunk. Open fracture to the arm. That was all the EMTs said over the radio.â He explained as he stepped to the side to look at you as you nodded. âI know itâs gonna be rough for you, same age as Ian, but you are the one with the most peds experience.âÂ
âYeah, and my mom just got him bunk beds, which you know I am not happy about for this exact reason.â You mutter, taking a deep breath as you bring your hands to your face. âThis is my personal nightmare as a mother.âÂ
âI know, babe.â He whispered as he reached out and pulled your hands away from your face. âBut you are strong, you can handle it, and remember itâs not Ian. He is safe at home with your mom. Probably watching some superhero movie, like he always wants to watch. Not to mention, I gave him the big âdonât jump off the top bunkâ lecture three days ago.â You nod along, trying to focus on the fact that the likelihood that it was Ian was slim to none. âGo check on your patients and then meet me in Trauma 2.âÂ
âOkay.â You whisper as you take a step away and go do what Jack asked you.Â
The air in the ED shifted when the EMTâs came rushing in. Ellis and Jack were the ones to meet them at the door. They both stopped dead in their tracks when they saw who was on the stretcher. âOh shit,â Ellis muttered softly.
Ian.Â
He was screaming, tears running down his cheeks, as your mom tried her best to calm him but was failing. On pure instinct, Jack rushed over, âHey, little man.â He said softly as he helped the EMTs push the stretcher. âWhat happened?â Jack asked your mother sharply, his own anger over the situation slipping through.Â
âI want mommy,â Ian screamedÂ
âI know buddy, we are gonna go get mommy in a minute, but I gotta talk to grandma first.â Jack whispered as he smoothed down Ianâs wild hair, trying to not only calm your son but also to calm himself as he waited for your mother to answer.Â
It took her longer than it should have for her to finally answer, âI thought he was asleep, then I heard a crash, and he was screaming,â your mom muttered, still in shock on some level.Â
Jack glared at her, âYou stoned?â He asked sharply, but your mom remained silent, which told Jack everything he needed to know. He turned to Ian and leaned down, running his hand over his head. âYou remember your mommyâs friend Parker, right? She came out with us to the park a couple weeks ago.â He asked softly and Ian nodded through the tears. âShe is gonna get you some pain meds, and we are gonna get some pictures of your arm and head. I will be right back. I am gonna go get your mom.âÂ
As he turned away from Ian, your mom reached out and grabbed Jackâs arm, stopping him. âI fucked up, Jack.â She whispered. âShe wasnât answering her phone. I knew he was going to need a parent to sign consent, and I didnât know what hospital they were taking him to.â She was rambling, but Jack put the pieces together fast.Â
His jaw clenched as he leaned in. âYou called fucking Josh?â He said lowly. âYou called him?âÂ
âHe is on his way,â she whispered.Â
Jack was livid. He didnât know all the details. You wanted to spare him those, but he did know enough to know the last thing that he wanted was to have a run-in with your ex-husband Josh, in the middle of the ED. He opened his mouth to snap at your mother, but stopped himself as he held up a finger as he took breath. âShe is gonna be pissed at you. You know that, right?â He asked in a low, gruff tone. âI am pissed at you.âÂ
âIâm sorry. I didnât know what to do.â she stammered, her eyes darting back to Ian as Ellis was getting an IV in him to give him some pain meds.
âYou could have called the main line. She could have been paged. Next time, use the last brain cell you have.â He snapped as he threw his hands up and stormed out of the room to find you.Â
You were already making your way towards Trauma 2, knowing they were going to need you for the peds case, when you saw Jack standing outside of the trauma bay with his head in his hands, obviously trying to collect himself. You started racing towards him when he noticed you and caught you around the waist, spinning you so your back was facing the trauma bay. âBabe, I am gonna need you to just stay calm as I tell you this..âÂ
âJack, that makes me not want to be calm.â You state as panic starts to rise in your chest. âJackâŚâÂ
âItâs Ian, Ian is the trauma caseâŚâ He said his voice was shaking a little, but enough for you to notice, as you start to try to pull away from him to run to your son. He stops you. âBaby, listen⌠listen to me. Ellis is in there, she is giving him pain meds, we are already fast tracking him to X-ray and CT.â He tried to explain as you continued to try to pull away from him. âThere is more.â You were barely holding it together as he pulled you into a tight hug before he whispered. âYour mom called Josh.â As soon as he said that, you broke. Tears rolling down your cheeks as you buried your face into his shoulder. All the years of hell with Josh started flashing in your mind as the panic began to consume every cell of your body. He held you tightly as you sobbed into his scrub top. He didnât try to tell you it was going to be okay because he couldnât promise you it would. He did the one thing he could, hold you.
âI want my baby.â You whisper, trying to pull yourself back together and failing as you lift your head.Â
Jack drops his arms from around you, but you donât move. He reaches up and wipes the tears from your cheeks. âIan is gonna be fine, probably will need surgery, follow-ups with ortho, but he is okay.â You nod slowly. âAre you going to be able to handle Josh?â You donât move. Not a shake or nod of your head. Your eyes go blank thinking about seeing him again. âI will be right there, he tries anything. Heâs done.âÂ
âJack, I need to see my baby.â Your voice is calmer, but you are still obviously rattled.Â
âAlright, come on.â He whispered as he took your hand and started to walk you into the trauma bay, where Ellis and Shen were doing their best to keep Ian calm, while your mother stood in the corner just trying to stay out of the way. You couldnât even look at your mother. You were so angry with her at that moment. All your focus was on Ian. Ellis was sitting on a stool by Ianâs head, talking to him softly as you and Jack walked in. He didnât let go of your hand till you were at the side of the bed, and then he just stood one step back. âTold you I was getting mom.â He smiled softly at Ian.Â
Ellis shifted to look at you. âFull disclosure, to make him promise to stop screaming while the pain meds kicked in. I may have promised him to take him to Kennywood. We can work out the details later. He drives a hard bargain for a five year old. He should be a lawyer when he grows.â You almost cracked a smile at that. It made perfect sense. Ian had been begging you to take him to the amusement park since he saw a commercial a few weeks ago. You and Jack had talked about it, but hadnât made plans yet.Â
Taking a deep breath, you lean down and kiss the top of Ianâs head. âYou being brave?â You asked softly, and he nodded. He is a little out of it because of the meds, but he doesnât seem like he is in pain from his heart rate. âSo what happened?âÂ
âI wanted to be like Superman.â He admitted in a low voice, knowing he was going to be in trouble. âI watched the Superman movie with Grandma before bed, and I thought that if I tied my blanket around my neck and jumped off my bed, I could fly.â Solid kindergarten logic, by all standards.Â
Jack leaned in, hearing the explanation, âWhat did I tell you about jumping off the top bunk, buddy?â His tone was soft, he wasnât angry. He was more mystified that Ian thought it would work.Â
âTo not to if I didnât want to come visit you and mommy at work.â Ian smirked as he looked up at Jack who was shaking his head. âBut, I wanted to see you and mommy. I also wanted to fly like Superman.âÂ
âWe were gonna go to the Zoo tomorrow, now you are gonna have to stay the night here because I am pretty sure from the bone sticking out of your arm, you are gonna need surgery and a cast.â Jack leaned forward and rested his hand on Ianâs good arm. âNow we donât get to go to the Zoo.âÂ
âBut Parker is gonna take me to Kennywood,â Ian said as if he had just won the biggest victory of his life.Â
âFair point,â Jack said with a laugh. âBut you are forgetting about the part where you scared your mother half to death.âÂ
Ian shrugged as he lifted his good arm and tucked it behind his head. âMommy is fine.âÂ
âI was not fine when I found out you got hurt.â You quickly, but gently correcting him. âI was crying.âÂ
âIâll live, and I get a cast. When Brayden had a cast, everyone at school thought he was so cool. Now I get to be cool.â Ian quips as he closes his eyes with his one arm tucked behind his head.Â
Shen is standing on the other side of the bed, cleaning Ianâs wound where the bone is sticking out, and looks up at you. âAre we positive he is not Abbotâs kid?â He said with a little laugh, trying to lighten the mood.Â
You and Jack both give almost identical looks of pure disbelief at the same time. âMy wife was still alive, and I did not know her when she got pregnant with him,â Jack muttered.
Shen just shrugged, âMinor details.âÂ
You roll your eyes and start shaking your head as you turn into Jack, who just wrapped an arm around your shoulder so you could hide the fact that you were trying not to laugh. âRemember when that woman at the burger place thought he was âyour spitting imageâ the other night at dinner,â you whispered to Jack as you peeked up at him. He had a stupid grin on his face.Â
âFuck, maybe Shen is right. He is my kid.â Jack whispered back.Â
The sweet moment was interrupted when Mateo peeked his head into the trauma bay. âSo, not to alarm anyone, but there is this guy out in the waiting room claiming to be Ianâs dad. He is getting really loud, demanding to come back and see him.â Â
You let out a ragged sigh as you take a step away from Jack and towards the door. âBring him back, Mateo. Iâll deal with him, make sure security is around. Josh can be a bit unpredictable at times, depending on his mood.âÂ
Your mom finally steps forward. âI can deal with..âÂ
âNo mom, you should go home. You have obviously done more than enough.â You snap coldly as you start to move towards the door, following Mateo out.Â
Ellis looks up at Jack and gives him a sharp look. âWe really are going to let her go deal with her ex-husband, who broke four of her ribs and gave her a concussion. Who is still on probation for it if I remember correctly? I thought they had a PFA?âÂ
âIt expired last month. They wouldnât renew it.â Jack muttered as he glanced at Ellis out of the corner of his eye. âHe wouldnât be stupid enough to try anything in the middle of the ED.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Ellis asked pointedly. Jack shook his head. âThen maybe follow her, make sure he doesnât, and if he does, I donât know, call one of those SWAT buddies of yours.âÂ
âThatâs the plan,â Jack whispered as he started to move towards the door. âStay with Ian, radiology should be ready for him soon.âÂ
âOf course, I am not leaving my little buddy,â Ellis said as her attention turned back to Ian, who had fallen asleep.Â
As Jack walked out of the trauma bay, he had a sinking feeling that things had the potential to get really explosive, really fast.Â
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You stood near the nurses' desk, wringing your hands, anticipating that whatever was about to happen was going to be as far from pleasant as possible. You had flashes of the very last confrontation you had with your ex. It was during the divorce proceedings that you were awarded full custody of Ian, and he was only allowed supervised visits. He screamed at the judge like a raving madman. Blaming the female judge, she only sided with you because she was a woman. If it were a male judge, he would have let him see his son. Or at least that was Joshâs logic as he screamed at the judge that day and was almost held in contempt. He didnât even want to see Ian, he never went to the visitations and only continued to break Ianâs heart.Â
As you stood with your eyes closed, trying to force yourself out of your own memories, you heard him before you saw him. Joshâs voice carried. It could fill even the biggest of spaces, particularly when he was angry, which is was. âBro, just show me, my kid. Where is his mother? Doesnât she work here?â his voice made your stomach turn, and a panic rose in your chest. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, instinctively trying to comfort yourself as you took a step away from the nurse's desk. You finally forced your eyes open and saw him stomping towards the trauma bay where Ian was.Â
You move quickly, but smoothly, towards him. âJoshua,â you say, simply trying to keep your voice as calm as possible. âIan is resting, we are waiting to take him for some X-rays, and then we will know more, but itâs very likely he is going to have to have surgery to set the bone properly.â Mateo stayed back, but was close enough to watch as Josh took a step towards you. You flinched for just a second before taking a deep breath. âHe really is going to be fine.âÂ
âWhat the fuck happened?â Josh snapped as he leaned down, trying to get in your face. You take a step back, but he presses. âI knew you living with your bitch of a mother was a horrible idea. She never watched him closely enough. She didnât give a shit about you, and she certainly doesnât give a shit about my son.âÂ
âOur son.â You correct sharply. âThe one you havenât seen in eight months, havenât even called to talk to in six.â Your voice shakes as you try to calm yourself. âAnd donât you dare speak about my mother like. She isnât perfect, but she does love Ian.â You take another deep breath as you hold your arms tighter around your chest. âHe was just being a reckless little boy, he jumped off the top of the bunk beds in his room because he thought he could be Superman. Broke his arm.âÂ
âBecause she wasnât paying close enough attention to him. Because you insist on working fucking nights and leave him with her all night when she is doing god knows what.â You let out a ragged breath as he speaks, watching as he moves closer. âYou shouldnât be working nights and leaving him with people who canât be trusted.âÂ
âDonât talk to me about leaving him with people who canât be trusted, you used to leave him with your bother who is a fucking junkie, shooting up god knows what when Ian was napping three feet from him.â You clench your jaw as you suck in a sharp breath. âWhat would you rather have me do? Not work? Not be able to pay my bills. I already live at home with my mother because of my student loans, the debt that you saddled me with when we were married, and, not to mention the complete lack of child support you pay. I am left with next to fucking nothing.â
âI am between jobs.â He tried to defend himself.Â
âYou have been between jobs for three fucking years, Josh.â As you let out another ragged breath, you turn your head and see Jack leaning against the wall, watching the whole thing play out from a distance. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and there was a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. It was something beyond upset. His jaw was set tight, and he looked as if it was taking every single ounce of control he had to keep from running over and just knocking Joshâs front teeth in. He was waiting for a moment, the moment Josh went too far, and you were silently praying that it wasnât going to happen.Â
Josh shifted as he leaned forward, getting close to you as he whispered menacingly, âI want to see my son.âÂ
âNo.â You respond sharply. âItâs just going to upset him more. He hasnât seen you in months.âÂ
âYour mom called me because she couldnât get through to you.â He snarled. âBecause I am still legally his father.âÂ
âTrust me, I wish that was not the case.â You snap. âI am at work, my phone is on silent. She should have just called the main line, and they would have paged me, but we both know my mother is not the sharpest tool in the shed. So she called you, which is something she should have never done.âÂ
âI am here, I want to see him.â He said, inching closer to you. âStop being a fucking bitch and let me see my son.â He snapped as he grabbed your arm roughly, squeezing it so tightly you knew he was going to leave a bruise, trying to intimidate you.Â
That was the line.Â
Jack didnât run over. He didnât shout. He walked with purpose over to where you two stood and simply stood behind you. âYou can get your hand off her.â He said in a low, menacing tone.Â
âWho the fuck are you?â Josh snapped, his fingers digging deeper into your arm as you tried to pull away.Â
Jack reached over and pulled his hand off your arm and moved between you and Josh. âWho the fuck am I?â He asked with the look in his eyes, getting more menacing as he shook his head. âWho the fuck do you think you are?â His voice was low. He wasnât shouting, but it was the tone that made your breath catch in your throat as you gripped the back of his shirt.Â
âJack,â you whispered. You just wanted this to be over, you wanted to run back into the room with Ian and stay far away from all this.Â
âYou fucking him?â Josh asked as he craned his neck to try to look you in the eyes, but you were now fully hiding behind Jack, as there were more eyes on the three of you. Mateo was on the phone, you suspect, calling security. Shen was standing in the doorway of the trauma bay, putting himself between any way Josh had of getting to Ian.
âOf course you are fucking him.â Josh laughed as he shook his head. âYou know she has daddy issues for fucking days cuz her old man ate his gun when she was a kid,â Josh said with a grin on his face as he looked Jack in the eyes. Josh knew talking about your father would upset you, and it did. You let out a little whimper against Jackâs back as you hold onto him tighter, trying anything you could to steady yourself. âHer dad was in the fucking Army or some shit and came back all fucked up in the head. Couldnât hack it, blew his fucking brain out. Her mom found him, hence why she is the shit show she is.â You wanted to scream, but all you did was silently sob against Jackâs back.Â
âI fucking know, man.â Jack finally yelled. All eyes were now on the three of you watching this mess play out. Jack didnât care, he was furious, he wanted to make this guy feel what he was making you feel. âI know because weâre together, and she told me in tears. I know because I was in the Army, like her dad. I know how dark shit can get.â He snapped. Josh had pushed too far. âI know all about you, man. I know you are fucking tool, an idiot who got lucky that she even gave you the goddamn time of day when she was in high school and you were a grown ass man preying on a traumatized teenage girl. You should have been in jail 20 years ago when you were 25 and fucking a 16-year-old.â
Josh stood silent. It was the first time that someone had ever said this to him because Jack was the first person outside of your family you had ever told about the worst parts of your Joshâs relationship to. You barely peeked out from behind Jack as he spoke and saw Joshâs shoulders slump, his jaw clench because someone was standing up for you, not because someone was standing up to him.Â
 Jack leaned in, and in a lower, even more menacing tone, he continued. âThen you got your claws into her, convinced her to marry you when she was 19. She put herself through nursing school so she could support your lazy ass, who wanted to sit around all day on your Xbox, smoke weed, and drink beers. Then you got her pregnant the first time she tried to leave. Fucking clever shit. Have a baby, make her stay.â He paused for a second and looked Josh dead in the eyes. âThe irony that was probably the best thing you ever did because Ian is a great kid, I love that kid like he is my own. But he is a great kid because of her, not you.âÂ
For half a breath, you almost relaxed as you felt Jackâs hand reach back and briefly touch your arm, reminding you he was right there.Â
âWhen she finally tried to leave with the baby, you beat her black and blue, you choked and slammed her head into the fucking wall. I saw the police reports.â You didnât know this but this also didnât surprise you. Jack had friends on the force from working as the SWAT teamâs medic. So it was likely he had one of his friends pull the file so he could find out everything you hadnât told him. âBut, you had your crooked as fuck cop dad cover for you. You should be sitting in jail, everyone knows that, but you got lucky once. Never again.â You stayed behind Jack, your hands still clutching his shirt as you buried your face in his back with your eyes squeezed shut, terrified that things were going to get even worse. But it didnât, because Jack wasnât going to let it.Â
âNow, why donât you get the fuck out of my ED and leave her and Ian the fuck alone. Or the next time you show your ugly face anywhere near either of them, I am gonna call my buddies down at the PD, and they will haul your ass off to jail because people well above your daddyâs pay grade own me favors.â There was menace in the way Jack spoke, a tone you had never heard before, and if it had been directed at you would have crumbled. However, it was enough to rattle Josh. The first time you had ever seen that man truly rattled.
âThe fuck you think..â Josh started, dumbfounded.Â
âOUT!â Jack shouted. Standing his ground. âNow..â He growledÂ
Josh slowly started to back away as he saw all the eyes on him in the ED and the two security guards approaching. âIâm goingâŚâ he muttered. His eyes were darting around the ED where everyone was standing frozen, watching him. All of them having just heard every single word Jack had just said.
âLetâs go.â The security guard said, gesturing back towards the waiting room. âDonât make me ask you again.â With that, the two security guards started ushering Josh away.Â
As soon as Josh was out of sight, Jack let out a long, heavy breath. His whole demeanor shifty. Jack turned around and wrapped his arms around, âHey, hey..â He whispered as you were shaking in his arms. âI told you, he is never gonna fuck with you again.â He whispered as your hands grabbed at his back, trying to find something to anchor you because you felt like your legs were going to give out. âCome on, letâs go sit down,â he whispered, trying to usher you towards one of the desk chairs where he got you settled.Â
Shen walked up behind Jack and whispered. âYou are pretty fucking scary there, boss.âÂ
âHe was lucky I was at work if he pulled that shit outside the ED. I would have beat the shit out of him.â Jack muttered before turning all this attention back to you.Â
âIâm DoorDashing you some Dunkins before they close,â Shen said with a warm smile down at you, pulling his phone out and starting to walk away, leaving you with Jack.Â
âYou good?â Jack asked, caressing your cheek before he reached over and pushed up the sleeve of your scrub top to see the bruises starting to form from how roughly Josh had grabbed your upper arm.Â
âNo.â You whispered.Â
âIâm gonna call Robby to come back in cover for me since he is off tomorrow, and he fucking owes me. I am gonna sign out, gonna sign you out. Our focus is gonna be Ian. Period, end of story. Okay?â He asked softly, and you nodded slowly. âYou are gonna stay here, Iâm gonna get Mateo to come sit with you, and I will be right back.â You nodded, not really even listening, but all you knew was that you were beyond thankful that Jack was there.Â
Sure enough, Mateo came over and sat next to you. He didnât say a word, only sat next to you, rubbing your arm, trying to help you calm as you were still shaking. Jack was gone, maybe five minutes before he came back over and knelt down in front of you. âAlright, Robby is coming back. Ellis is up with Ian getting his X-ray, and he will be right back, and we are gonna move him into peds, and that's where weâre gonna go.â He whispered as he reached up and rested his hand on the back of your neck. âTake a deep breath.âÂ
You take in a deep breath as you look at him, it starts to dawn on you. You were in love with Jack. He was the first person in years who made you feel safe. He cared about Ian more than Josh ever had. You reached out and gripped his arms. âJack.â You whispered, and he nodded, looking you in your eyes. âI think⌠no, I know, I am in love with you.â You whispered, still half in a daze and wrapped in your own thoughts.Â
He leaned forward a little bit and smiled as he whispered. âI love you too. Why do you think I lost my shit when I saw him grab you?â He reached out and took your face in his hands. âNo one gets to treat my girl like that.âÂ
summary: after being released from prison, pope stumbles across a sweet baker
warnings: age gap (i dont mention reader's age but i picture her to be younger), lowkey stalkish behaviour from pope, thats it i think
word count: 3.4k
a/n: this is my first time writing for pope so im not sure if i did a good job or not. also english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes
âSir, do you need any help?â
You asked the man that had been standing by the counter for the last ten minutes. It wasn't unusual for people to take their time deciding what to get between all the pastries and sweet treats you offered at the bakery, and usually you let them figure it out by themselves, unless they asked for recommendations, but the manâs stiff posture and his intense gaze were earning him strange looks from the other customers. He didn't seem to notice, but you figured you'd lend him a hand anyway.
The man looked up, scanning you with his eyes. You were wearing a normal pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that were covered by the pink and white striped apron you used.
âI can give you some recommendations if you'd like.â You added when you didn't get an answer.
Finally, he nodded. âYes. Thank you.â
âOkay. What are you feeling like today?â You asked, a bright smile on your lips. âDo you like chocolate? Really sweet stuff? Something fresh maybe?â
âSomething sweet.â
You bent a little to look through the lower shelf. âOur cinnamon rolls are pretty popular and so are our chocolate chip cookies. People really like our brownies, or the white chocolate and raspberry cookies, there's also-"
âWhat would you pick?â
You glanced back up at his question, his eyes never seemed to have left you. Had it been any other client you would've felt uncomfortable, but this manâwhatever his name wasâ was cute. Even if his haircut was a little bit funky and he didn't look like the type of man who would frequent places like these.
âThe cinnamon roll definitely.â
âI'll take one of those.â
You clasped your hands together before dropping them to your sides again. âWould you like anything to drink? You like ice coffee?â
He shook his head lightly. âIâve never tried it. I just drink regular coffee.â
âWell, if you're still taking recommendations from me, I love our iced hazelnut latte. It's just a latte with a hazelnut syrup.â
He considered it in his head for a few seconds. It didn't sound bad, but nothing did after three years of eating prison food. âOkay. Add that too.â
âGreat!â You said cheerfully. âDo you want everything to go or to eat here?â
He finally tore his eyes off you, even if it was for a brief second, looking toward the table by the window, from where you could see the beach before directing his gaze to you again. âHere.â
âGreat. Just go sit and I'll bring everything to you in a second.â
Pope sat stiffly in the chair, his hands folded in front of him at the table.Â
He had enough self awareness to know that he would probably look like a creep if he kept staring at you, but he couldn't help himself. You were a beautiful woman, if he had met you before he went to prison he was sure he wouldâve spent those three years thinking about you, instead of making up a fake life with Cath so he could cope with everything around him.
It didnât take longer than ten minutes for you to approach his table, balancing a tray in your hand. As you stood next to him he caught a whiff of your scent, some sweet vanilla.
You set the glass in front of him, a plate with the cinnamon roll, the icing melting over the warm dough, and lastly a fork. âHere you go, sir.â
âAndrew. You can call me Andrew.â
You held the tray by your side now, shifting your weight to one leg. âWell, Andrew,â You said sweetly, âYou have to tell me what you thought of the food later, okay?â
âI will.â
You lingered just for a second,lips parting like you were about to say something until the bell on top of the door chimed as new customers walked in so you settled for a quick smile before turning to get back behind the counter.
Pope ate slowly, savoring each bite of the warm and gooey cinnamon roll and each sip of the sweet coffee.Â
He still preferred his black coffee but this was good as a treat, the slightly nutty flavor paired with the cinnamon was comforting.
He hadn't eaten anything this good and that he actually enjoyed in years. The prison food was always bland and straight up disgusting on some days.Â
Sometimes his family would bring in sweets or a cake for his birthday. But they always brought the stuff they liked, they never bothered to take his preferences into account.
He watched you patiently talk to customer after customer, watched the way you effortlessly moved across the shop, whipping counters and bringing back pastries from the back whenever you ran low.
You were kind, warm. He didn't get that treatment often and when he did there was usually an ulterior motive behind it.
You walked back to his table once things calmed down and you didn't have anyone waiting to be helped.
Your eyes drifted to the empty plate and glass. âSo?â you asked, your fingers grabbing the back of the chair in front of him. âHow was everything? Did you completely hate it?â
âNo.â He answered simply.
You huffed out a laugh, raising your eyebrows. âThat's all you got to say? No?â
âIt was good.â He added.
You smiled, shaking your head lightly. âMan of few words I see.âÂ
âAre you working tomorrow?â He blurted out after a moment of quiet.
The question caught you off guard at first but ultimately you nodded. âI'm here everyday. I own the place.â
âYou own it.â He repeated quietly.
You nodded. âI opened it a year ago. I've loved baking since I was a teenager so this was a dream come true for me.â
âIt's a nice place. I like to see the beach.â
You smiled, looking out the window for a second towards the ocean that seemed to stretch infinitely. âIâm glad you enjoyed it then.â
After that day Andrew was there every day the shop opened.Â
He was always the first to arrive.
When you teased him about it he would always say that he liked to get an early start of things.Â
What you didn't know was that he had learned at what time exactly you got to the bakery. You were always there as early as 4:30 AM so you could get everything you sold ready.Â
He hated that, especially because you had to park your car a few blocks away from the bakery since it was the only place you could park without getting a ticket. Anything could happen to you in those four blocks you had to walk. Anyone could step out from the shadows and grab you, hurt you.
What annoyed him the most was how careless you were. You didn't check your surroundings, didn't look over your shoulder and you walked too slow.
Andrew didn't think of it as stalking, he was just making sure you were safe.
He always followed you quietly, hiding behind the trees of the street across from yours. He was far enough that you wouldn't notice, but still close enough that he could easily get to you if someone tried something. Once you got inside he just waited fo a few hours until you flipped the sign from closed to open to walk through the doors.Â
He had a regular order by now. Every day he had an iced cold brew with a chocolate chip cookie, sometimes switching the cookie for a cinnamon roll.
âYour usual?â You called out to him as soon as he put one foot inside the store.
He shook his head and walked over to the counter. âI'll get my usual coffee and a slice of your triple chocolate cake.â
âCake, huh? Can't believe you're switching up on me.â You teased, your hands grabbing the edge of the counter. âIs it a special occasion?"
âIt's my birthday.â There was a brief silence, his eyes stayed on yours in that intense, heavy way you were starting to get used to. âThirty nine.â
âOh,â your face softened, surprise echoing in your voice. âHappy birthday, Andrew.â
âThank you.â
âYou don't seem too excited about it though.â You commented, noticing the frown on his face and the way he was dragging his feet when he walked in.
He let out a quiet breath through his nose, his shoulders dropping slightly. âMy twin sister⌠she passed and no one will talk about her⌠and my brothers they're gonna spend the whole day dragging me to do the shit they want to do.â
Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. âI'm really sorry, Andrew.â Slowly you reached your hand over the counter, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to. He didn't so you placed your hand on top of his and gave it a squeeze.
Andrewâs eyes flickered to your joined hands before you let go. Your hands were warm, soft. You probably never had to use them to cause anyone harm, not in the way his had.Â
âGo sit, I'll bring you your stuff in a minute.â You offered him a small smile before straightening up again.Â
You poured his coffee into a glass the same way you did every morning, you made the slice of cake was generous before putting it into a plate.
You had grown fond of him in these past few weeks. He was a little odd, too quiet and with an obvious staring problem but you started to view it as part of his charm.Â
Your heart ached for him, no one deserved to spend a birthday where their wishes weren't taken into account, especially if the day was already charged with the loss of someone as important as a sibling.
You disappeared into the back for a few seconds, you were sure you had a birthday candle laying around and after rummaging through some of your drawers you found it.Â
You placed it on top of the cake and lit it up before carefully walking over to his table. Like you did every day, you placed his coffee down first, then the fork and then finally the cake.
âMake a wish.â
Andrew looked up at you, surprise echoing across his features, the corner of his lips tugged upwards in a small smile that made your heart twist in the best way.
He looked down at the candle, pausing for a second as if he was actually thinking about a wish he wanted to make, then his lips puckered as he blew it out.
A few threads of smoke curled into the air between you.
âThank you.âÂ
You shrugged lightly. âIt's nothing really. Is there anything else I could do?â
âSit with me.â He said, it wasn't demanding, if anything he sounded uncertain, like he was scared you might say no.
Out of habit you glanced at the counter, making sure there were no customers waiting before nodding. âJust let go get my drink. I had just finished making myself something when you walked in.â
You came back quickly, holding a glass with a vibrant green drink. You sat across from Andrew, making sure you could see the door in case anyone walked in.
âYou're drinking a spinach smoothie?â He asked, his nose scrunching slightly in disgust.
You chuckled, shaking your head. âThose are gross. This is a matcha latte. It's just a green tea powder with oat milk.â
âLooks like grass.âÂ
âSome people say it tastes like it too, but I like it.â You swirled your straw around your drink before holding the cup up to him. âWanna try it?â
Pope hesitated for a second but then nodded. You expected him to take the cup, but instead he just brought the straw to his lips while you held it.
Your eyes dropped to his lips for a brief second until he pulled away with a disgusted expression.
âYeah, it definitely tastes like grass too.â He quickly grabbed his coffee and sipped it to drown out the other drinks' flavor.
You laughed softly, putting the cup down on the table. âIt's an acquired taste.â
Pope's fork dove into the cake, picking up a piece that he brought to his mouth.
âSo what do you like to do when your brothers aren't dragging around?â
âI like skating, I always go to the skate park that's close to the beach.â
âThat 's cool. I'm super uncoordinated, I'm pretty sure I would bang my head against the concrete if I tried to even put a foot on a skate.â
âGood thing helmets exist then.â He quipped lightly. âI like going to the beach too, sometimes I surf and sometimes I like to just sit and watch the ocean⌠What about you?â
âI love the beach too.â you chirped, tilting your head to the side. âI always go on my day off now that it's hot. I love swimming, I can pretty much spend hours in the water.â
You hesitated for a second, nervously tapping your fingers against the plastic cup. âMaybe we could go together one day. We can have some sort of picnic, swim a little...â
âI'd like that.â He replied. âWe could go to the one that's by the cliffside up North, there's hardly anyone ever there.â
âAlready trying to get me alone, Andrew?â
âYeah.â
You huffed out a laugh, your face warning at his word. âCan't wait then.â
When you got to the beach on Sunday Andrew was already there, sitting on the sand with his legs close to his chest, his arms resting over his knees.
He was right, the beach was quiet here. There were no kids running around kicking balls, or idiots playing shitty music.Â
You approached him quietly from behind, your footsteps soft against the sand. You placed your hands on his shoulders, making him flinch slightly.
âHi, Andrew.âÂ
Andrew looked up, his eyes flickering up and down your body. You were wearing a short white dress that flowed with the light breeze, at the bakery you were always wearing pants so it was his first time seeing so much of your skin. He had to force himself to look away and actually look at your face.
âHi.â
You rummaged through the knitted white beach bag to grab the towel you had brought so you could sit. âHelp me put this down.â
Andrew shifted to his knees, grabbing the other side of the towel and spreading it out over the sand. He smoothed it over with his hands before placing the back pack he brought over one of the corners. You did the same with your bag.
You sat next to each other, only leaving a small gap between your bodies.Â
You looked out at the ocean, breathing in the salt air. âYou were right. This spot is great.â
âI told you.â
You leaned back on your hands, turning your head to look at him. âDo you come here often?â
His eyes met yours instantly. âI haven't a whileâ
âWhy not?â
âI spent three years away. I couldn't exactly come here.â
Your head tilted to the side, your curiosity peaking. âAway where?â
His shoulders tensed just a little, âPrison.â
You went still beside him before letting out a laugh. âYeah, right. You can just tell me it's none of my business I understand.â
Andrew didn't say anything, but a part of him was glad you didn't believe him. He hadn't thought about what he was saying when he answered, it was better if you didn't know the kind of man he could be. He didn't want to risk scaring you.
He wantedâno, neededâto have one good thing in his life.Â
âWe should go for a swim.â He suggested, wanting to steer away from the subject. âIt 's hot.â
You nodded, reaching for your bag to pull out sunscreen. âSure. Just give me a second.â
You squirted some of it on your arms, rubbing it into your skin before standing up to take off your dress, revealing a light pink bikini, the strings were tied low on your hips and the top held your breasts perfectly.
Andrew watched almost in awe as you rubbed sunscreen all over your stomach, legs and chest. He barely registered when you talked to him.
âCan you do my back?â You asked, handing him the bottle.Â
Andrew's fingers brushed yours as he grabbed it.Â
âTurn around.â He said quietly, his voice just a notch rougher.
You did, moving your head to the side to leave your back exposed to him. He poured a small amount into his hand before finally making contact with your skin. His hands moved slowly as he spread the sunscreen across your shoulders, your upper and lower back.
He could feel his heart rate picking up as you turned around again.Â
âYou should put some too. I have a friend who's a ginger too and she gets the worst sun burns.â
Andrew took off his shirt, placing it under his bag pack so it wouldn't fly away and now it was your turn to get flustered. Of course you had noticed he was strong but you hadn't expected him to have a body that looked like what you would see on a fitness magazine.
He looked at you, clearly noticing the staring and the way you swallowed hard.Â
He handed the bottle back to you. âCan you do it?â
You started with his face, caressing his cheek with your thumbs as you rubbed the lotion into his skin. You moved your hands down his neck, shoulders, and when you reached his arms and wrapped your hand around his bicep he flexed.
You scoffed, squeezing the hard muscle. âShow off.â You mumbled under your breath as you continued with the task at hand.
You and Andrew spent a good chunk of the afternoon in the water, splashing water to each other, ducking under the waves and racing each other to see who could swim faster. Andrew always let you win.
It was the most fun you had had in a while. You loved coming to the beach alone, Andrew's presence just made it better. He looked so at ease, like the weight he usually carried on his shoulders had been lifted.
When a wave knocked you over and made you crash against his body you heard itâhis laugh slipping through his lips.
He steadied you with gentle hands, your hands reaching to grab his arms instinctively as your side hit his chest.Â
You scoffed at him, playfully poking his chest. âDon't laugh at me!â
âYour hair is all over your face.â He commented with a boyish grin on his face, he used the hand he didn't have on your waist to tuck the pieces of hair that stuck to your forehead behind your ear.Â
You looped your arms behind his neck, pulling him in until your chest was pressed against his. âIs this okay?â
He settled both of his hands on the curve of your back, preventing you from being swept away by the waves. âIt 's okay.â
Your fingers brushed against the back of his neck. âI really like you, Andrew.â
âYou do?â He asked softly. He felt a warm sensation pooling in his chest, once he hadn't felt since Cath.Â
Sometimes he wondered if you would prefer one of his brothers if you ever got to meet them, but a part of him knew you wouldn't. You were too smart for that, too good.
You wouldn't put up with Craig who would spend more time snorting coke than being with you. You wouldn't put up with Bazâs and his horrible temper.
Sure, Andrew also had an awful temper sometimes but it would never be directed towards you. He would treat you right, wouldn't yell, wouldn't slam doors or cheat on you the way Baz does to Cath.
When he noticed the way your eyes darted to his lips he moved one of his hands to the back of your head, using it to pull you in and close the short distance between your lips.
Your eyes shot open in surprise, but when he started moving his lips against yours, you smiled into the kiss before finally kissing him back.
Your hands tangled on the short curls of the back of his head, making him smirk against your mouth.
Andrew kissed you slowly, relishing on the salty taste of your mouth from all the times you had ducked underwater.
You were the one to break the kiss, making Andrew chase your lips to give you one last peck before he rested his forehead against yours.
âI gotta take you on a real date.â He spoke, his breathing heavy.
You giggled. âThis isn't a real date?â
âI can do better than a picnic at the beach.âÂ
âWell, I wouldn't trade this for anything.â You leaned in slightly, kissing the corner of his mouth. âBut I won't say no to you taking me out.â
"Good." He answered, already pulling you to kiss you again.
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Introduction: Between her calling him âDoctor Ken,â asking if heâs your boyfriend, and inviting him home to bake cookies, your carefully built composure starts slipping. And the worst part? He doesnât seem to mind. Not one bit.
warnings; fluff, mild embarrassment / teasing, age gap (implied, not the focus), mentions of minor head injury (non-graphic), chaotic little sister energy, mention of y/n (1, a little too short
Mid shift was going well, with a little too much coffee in your system.
Your hair was a mess and your eyes had a little glitter from your early yawn
âHey, mhm, a kid in triage is asking for youâ Mckay throws at you with weird face you didnât figured out what she meant.
âAlright?â you got a frown and get your ways towards the room
And when you open the curtainâŚ
âBubba!â thatâs the first thing you heard
âBaby? what are you doing here?â your eyes scanning the hole room, looking for your sis nanny âWhereâs Lila?â you asked the child
She giggles as she plays with the hem of her yellow dress
âShe panicked causeâ i bump my head when i landed from the sliceâ an innocent grint appears on her face
âOh myââ
âWho do we got here?â someone asks entering the room
And you knew very well who it was
âWow! Bubba look, he looks just like Ken!â the girl says with pure excitement
And your palm goes to your face in disbelief from your baby sister comment
Langdon seemed pleased with the baby in front on him
âI alredy like herâ he told you
And your face goes dark red while your baby sis giggles with big doe eyes sparkling because âDoctor Kenâ just said that
âIs he your boyfriend?â she asks with excitement again
âAlright young lady, letâs take a look of that beautiful head of yoursâ he says and you whispered a quiet and soft âthank youâ as he nods with a wide and pretty smile
You smile as he exams her with soft touch and caring hands
âDoes it hurt sweetheart?â he asks naturally, like he always called her that
âJust a little, when you touch itâ she says and grabs his finger when he finished examining her
âThatâs good baby, youâll do just fineâ you glance at her with a soft smile
And Frank smiles too at the sight of you with this soft and caring role. It makes him want to spread kisses all over your face
âVery well, as your sister said, everythingâs fine honâ heâs eyes looking at the tiny human as he squeezed her hand in his
âOh⌠but, can we take him home and make cookies right?â she asks with big eyes
âBabyâ uhââ you donât know what to say without dying from embarrassment
âI would love to make cookies with youâ he says smiling at the girl
âYay! i am si excited! Ken is coming to my homeâ her tiny hands clapping
He laughs at the cute sight as you wanted this day never to happen
And the door opens
â(Y/n)! i am so sorry, i was so scaredââ Lila entered the room
âItâs fine, you did just fineâ you grabbed her arm gently and smile at her
Lila nods quickly, still catching her breath, her eyes going to your sister.
âI just didnât want to take any risks,â she adds quietly.
âAnd you didnât,â you reassure her again.
âDoctor Ken says Iâm gonna live,â your sister announces proudly.
Langdon lets out a soft chuckle at that, crossing his arms as he leans back just a little.
âHigh chances,â he corrects, but his eyes flicker to you for a second.
You roll your eyes, but thereâs no real heat behind it.
âAlright,â you clap your hands once, trying to get some control back over the situation. âWeâre going home. No cookies. No inviting doctorsââ
âHey,â Langdon interrupts, a hand going to his chest in fake offense. âI was personally invited.â
âSheâs five,â you shoot back.
âSheâs got excellent judgment,â he shrugs.
Your sister nods immediately. âI do.â
Traitor.
Lila tries to hide her smile, looking between the two of you like sheâs just realized something.
âOh,â she mumbles.
You ignore it. Completely.
âCâmon, baby,â you crouch slightly, fixing your sisterâs dress. âLetâs get your things.â
She leans into you for a second, then immediately turns her head back to him.
âAre you coming?â she asks again, you close your eyes briefly. He doesnât answer right away this time. And when you look up heâs looking at you, not her.
Like the answer depends on you.
âYou are busy, shift is not done yetâ you glance at him
âYours neither. However, i will make spaceâ heâs smirk growing
Your sister tugs on his hand again.
âPlease?â
And thatâs what breaks you.
Not him.
Her.
Always her.
You sigh, shaking your head, already regretting your life choices. âHalf an hour,â you mutter. âAnd weâre making simple cookies.â
His lips twitch.
âYes, doctor.â
Your sister gasps like you just gave her the best news of her life.
âKen is coming home with us!â
âOkay, stop calling him thatââ
âI donât mind it,â he cuts in, way too amused.
âI do.â
âThat sounds like a you problem.â he shots
Lila is fully smiling now, trying (and failing) to stay professional. âIâll, uh⌠get her things ready,â she says, slipping out of the room.
Coward.
A sigh leaves your mouth as your sister and Langdon smiles at each other because of their win
âI hate you bothâ
âNo you donât, you love me and you like Doctor Kenâ the baby says
And you frozed, little snitch
âShe didnât meantââ
âI get itâ he says with a fluff laugh âI like your sister tooâ he says without looking at you
Your sister claps her hands and laughs as you wanted to die
âI think is time for us to go homeâ you look at your younger self with frown brows
âDonât get mad Bubba, i heard you talking with Trin and the mousey faceâ
âThatâs enough, Troubleâ you grab her bouncing her weigh on your hips
âSee you at home Doctor Ken!â she waves her little hand in his direction before leaving with you the ED
Peepaws princess has a little princess | Jack Abbot
jack abbot x fem! reader x their beautiful little baby
Summary: Jack and you have been married for a while and your child gets sad because her daddy had to go to work earlier today. But a little dizziness gets the two Abbot girls to visit the most important man in their lifes
Warnings; Jack and reader are parents of a four year old, mention of y/n (1), medical inaccuracy, mention of the pitt characters, age gap as usual
Jack has just arrived at work
Bag hanging loose in his shoulder and a long face
He was a little sad today, because he wanted to stay at home, with his two beautiful girls
He can almost hear the tiny voice of his little angel whispering âdonât go dada, i will be really sadâ while almost dropping a tear
That broke his heart
âHey, whats up brother?â Jack asked Robby when he catches him up charting
âFine, you look weird, everything alright?â he asked looking Jack through his glasses
âLeah was sad because i have to come to workâ he left a sight go as he said the words
Robby look at him with a understanding face. He knew his goddaughter very well and she could make your heart ache when she was vulnerable
âThe little princess has been trouble this week?â
âYeah. (y/n) has been a little too stressed this week about herâ he said about his wife
Robby nod and keep doing his charting and Jack went straight to the locker room
Jack pushed the locker room door open with his shoulder, the quiet inside hitting him harder than he expected. It felt wrong after the noise of homeâafter her voice.
He dropped his bag onto the bench, slower this time, like he didnât have the energy for anything else. For a second, he just stood there, staring at nothing.
Then he pulled out his phone.
He didnât even think about itâjust tapped your contact and lifted it to his ear.
It rang once.
Twice.
âHi,â you answered, voice soft, like you already knew why he was calling.
âHey, honeyâ Jack murmured, already leaning back against the lockers. âIs she still mad at me?â
You huffed a quiet laugh. âOh, yeah. Completely heartbroken. Might never recover.â
Jack let out a breath through his nose. âYeah, that sounds about right.â
There was a bit of shuffling, then your voice a little farther from the phoneâ
âLeah, baby, itâs daddy.â
A pause.
ââŚNo.â
Jackâs lips twitched despite himself. âPut her on,â he said quietly.
Another pause, thenâ
âHello?â a tiny voice came through, suspicious and a little stubborn.
Jackâs entire posture softened.
âHey, bug,â he said, his voice dropping immediately. âYou gonna ignore me all day, or do I get at least one âhiâ?â
Silence.
He could almost picture herâarms crossed, little frown, eyes looking anywhere but the phone.
ââŚI said hello,â she mumbled eventually.
âOh, wow. I feel honored,â Jack teased gently. âThatâs all I get?â
âYou left,â she said, and this time her voice wobbled just a little.
Yeah. There it was.
Jack closed his eyes for a second, head resting back against the locker. âI know I did.â
âI told you not to,â she continued, words coming out faster now. âI said stay, and you didnât stay.â
âI know,â he repeated, softer. âYouâre right.â
There was a sniff on the other end.
âDo you not like me anymore?â
Jackâs eyes snapped open at that, his chest tightening instantly. âHeyâno, no, donât say that,â he said quickly, voice firm but gentle. âI always like you. I love you, remember?â
A small pause.
ââŚEven when you go to work?â
âEspecially then,â he said without missing a beat. âI miss you the whole time. Itâs actually kind of a problem.â
She let out the tiniest breath of a laugh, like she was trying not to.
âReally?â
âReally,â Jack said. âI walk around all serious and then Iâm likeââwow, I wish Leah was here telling me what to do.ââ
âI do not tell you what to do,â she protested immediately.
âOh, you donât?â he raised an eyebrow, even though she couldnât see him. âSo you didnât tell me to stay home today?â
âThatâs different,â she mumbled
Jack smiled a little. âYeah, I thought so.â
There was a short silence again, but it felt lighter this time.
ââŚWhat are you doing?â she asked.
âRight now? Talking to my favorite girl.â
âIâm your favorite girl,â she corrected quickly.
Jack huffed. âWow. Not even gonna let your mom compete, huh?â
âNope.â
âCold,â he muttered. âRemind me not to get on your bad side.â
âIâm already on my bad side,â she said, still a little pouty.
Jack softened again. âHey⌠come on, bug. Donât stay mad at me all day.â
ââŚI can try,â she said after a second.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmured. âWhat are you gonna do today, huh? You got any important plans?â
âI was gonna draw,â she said. âBut I didnât feel like it.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I was sad.â
That simple.
Jack swallowed, glancing down at the floor. âHey⌠you can still draw. And then you show me when I get home, yeah?â
ââŚWill you really look at it?â
âYeah,â he said, softer now. âIâll look at all of them. Even the ones that donât make any sense.â
âThey all make sense,â she defended.
âOf course they do,â he agreed easily. âMy bad.â
A tiny giggle slipped through, and that was enough to ease something in his chest.
âOkay,â she said after a moment. âBut you have to come back fast.â
âIâll try,â he said. âIâll be home as soon as I can.â
âPromise?â
Jack didnât hesitate. âPromise.â
Another small pause.
ââŚLove you,â she said, quieter this time.
His expression softened completely.
âLove you too, bug.â
You came back on the line a second later. âSheâs better now.â
âYeah,â he said, running a hand through his hair. âI can tell.â
âYou okay?â you asked, a little more serious now.
Jack let out a breath. ââŚYeah. Justâwish I stayed a little longer this morning.â
âI know,â you said softly. âBut sheâll be fine. She just loves you.â
He nodded, even though you couldnât see him. âYeah.â
âAnd sheâs not the only one,â you added.
Jackâs grip tightened slightly around the phone, a faint smile pulling at his lips. ââŚYeah. I know that too.â
âIâll text you later,â you said. âGo be a doctor.â
He scoffed quietly. âRight.â
âJackââ
âYeah?â
ââŚWe love you.â
He paused, just for a second.
ââŚLove you too.â
He hung up slowly, staring at his phone before slipping it back into his pocket.
For a moment, he stayed there, leaning against the lockers, holding onto that last bit of warmth.
Then he pushed off, rolling his shoulders back.
By the time he stepped out into the hallway again, his face had settledâcalm, focused, unreadable.
Like always.
âBetter?â Robby asked without looking up from his chart.
Jack walked past him, grabbing a file. ââŚYeah.â
Robby hummed, unconvinced but he let it go.
Because he knew.
And as the noise of the ER swallowed Jack up again, no one else wouldâve guessed that just minutes ago, he was being negotiated with by a four-year-old over the phone.
đŕ§
The hours passed as fast as he could ever imagine, the day shift he was taking today âBecause Al-Hashimi needed to be covered â, was going well and with manageable amounts of patients
He was on the nurse station filling his last patients chart
âWhitaker, go to triage. Female, about twenty eight or thirty years oldâ Dana said to the recent Doctor
âGot itâ he said as he went to the aisle
Jack didnât even look up from his chart. Until a tiny and scary voice came up
âDaddy!â the four year old run through the ED hall to get to her father
Jack was surprised of seeing her there
âBug, why are you here?â he asked his tiny one when he lift her up squeezing her in his arms
âMommy is not okayâ she said with her head hidden in the hole of his neck
He didnât want to show his baby any alert signs, but he was really worried
And from afar, Langdon, Javadi, Santos, Mel, and the nurses were looking at the grown man and the tiny creature in his arms
âI didnât know our princess had a princessâ Santos said watching the little girl in a pink dress and a draw in hand
âShe is gorgeousâ Mel said totally amused by the tiny baby
Jack and Leah went to triage just to see you sitting there
You looked up the second you heard the commotion, eyes immediately finding his.
âJackââ
He was already moving.
âHey, hey, Hon what happened?â his voice dropped instantly, all the sharp edges gone. Leah was still clinging to him, one arm wrapped tight around his neck.
âIâm okay,â you said quickly, even if your expression said otherwise. âItâs nothing serious, I justâ I got dizzy and I hit the counter on my way down.â
Jackâs eyes scanned you in seconds. Head. Eyes. Posture. Hands.
âDid you lose consciousness?â
âNo,â you shook your head. âJust⌠everything went black for a second.â
He didnât like that.
Not one bit.
Leah shifted in his arms, pulling back just enough to look at you. âMommy, you scared me,â she mumbled, holding up the paper in her hand like it mattered. âI made you thisâŚâ
Your expression softened instantly. âBabyâŚâ
Jack crouched down slightly so Leah could reach you better, but his eyes never left your face.
âYou hit your head?â he asked again, more quietly now.
âJust a little,â you admitted. âIt doesnât even hurt that much.â
âWhere?â
You pointed weakly to your temple.
Jack inhaled slowly, then nodded onceâdecision made.
âOkay. Weâre not taking chances.â
Behind him, he could already feel the attention.
Too many eyes
Too many questions.
ââŚAbbot?â Whitakerâs voice came from behind, a little confused. âThis isâuhâmy patient.â
Jack glanced over his shoulder briefly, then back at you.
âIâve got it,â he said, calm but firm.
Whitaker hesitated. ââŚYou sure?â
âYeah.â
There was something in his tone that made it not really a question.
Dana, who had been watching the whole thing unfold from a few feet away, stepped in smoothly. âWhitaker, grab the next one. Abbotâs got this.â
âRight,â he nodded quickly, stepping awayâbut not without one last glance at Leah.
Because yeahâeveryone had seen that.
Jack turned back to you, softer again. âCan you stand?â
âYeah,â you said, already trying.
He didnât let you.
âEasy,â he muttered, shifting Leah slightly so he could free one hand and steady you. âIâve got you.â
Leah tightened her grip on him again. âDaddy, is mommy gonna be okay?â
Jack looked at her, his expression instantly gentler. âYeah, bug. Sheâs okay. Weâre just gonna check her out, alright?â
ââŚOkay.â
He guided you carefully toward a bed, not missing the way you leaned into him just a little more than usual.
That worried him more than anything youâd said.
Once you were sitting, he finally set Leah downâbut she stayed close, one hand gripping his scrubs like she refused to let go.
Jack grabbed gloves, slipping them on quickly before stepping back in front of you.
âLook at me,â he said.
You did.
âAny nausea?â
âA little.â
âVision blurry?â
âEarlier. Not now.â
He nodded, focused but calm, his thumb gently brushing near where you said you hit your head. âTell me if this hurts.â
âItâs fine,â you insisted.
Jack gave you a look.
Not convinced.
Not even close.
From the hallway, whispers started buildingâlow, curious.
âIs that his kid?â
âI didnât even know he had a familyââ
âNo way thatâs justââ
Santos leaned against the counter, watching with a small smirk. âManâs been gatekeeping a whole life.â
Mel nudged her slightly. âShhâthis is kind of cute.â
âCute?â Santos scoffed. âHe looks like heâs about to fight the entire hospital.â
They werenât wrong.
Jack straightened slightly, pulling back just enough to grab a light and check your pupils, but his body stayed angled toward youâprotective without even trying.
Leah tugged on his sleeve. âDaddyâŚâ
He looked down immediately. âYeah?â
âCan I sit with mommy?â
He softened again. âYeah, of course.â
He helped her climb up beside you, one arm still hovering like he didnât fully trust the world not to mess this up somehow.
Leah leaned into you carefully, holding her drawing up again. âI made us.â
You took it, smiling faintly despite everything. âItâs beautiful, baby.â
Jack glanced at it for half a secondâthree stick figures, one noticeably taller.
His chest tightened.
âAlright,â he said quietly, shifting back into doctor modeâbut not fully. Not this time. âIâm gonna run a couple checks, maybe some labs. Just to be safe.â
You nodded. âOkay.â
His eyes stayed on you for a second longer.
ââŚYou shouldâve called me.â
âI didnât want to scare you,â you admitted softly.
Jack let out a quiet breath, something conflicted passing through his expression.
âYou showing up here with a head injury is a little more effective,â he muttered.
You almost smiled.
Leah looked between both of you, still holding onto his sleeve.
ââŚCan daddy stay?â
Jack didnât even hesitate
âYeah,â he said, voice steady. âIâm not going anywhere.â
And this time, he meant it in a way that had nothing to do with promises over the phone.
Because now, everyone could see it.
The way he looked at you.
The way he stayed close.
The way his hand never strayed too far from either of you.
Summary: you and jack having sex on his place after shift
warnings: +18, MDNI, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, ( p in v), age gap, kitchen sex
Authors note: sorry if this is bad, iâm not used to write this kind of stuff and maybe some things are wrong (i donât have sexual experience) and i am not an english speaker so forgive me for my mistakes
You held the coffee cup Jack made for you, warmth slowly spreading through your hands.
You rested against the counter, lost in your thoughts.
Jack was in the showerâyou had just come over to his place after your shift, and he had been annoyed about feeling the âED airâ all over him.
Your scrubs were tucked inside your bag, so now you were wearing your pajamasâJackâs old t-shirt, the logo barely visible anymore because of how worn out it was, and tiny cotton shorts.
You were exhausted. It felt like you were made of soft yawns and tired almond eyes. The shower sound stopped and you realized then, that you were stuck in your own world.
And everything seemed to disappear when you felt his arms holding you
âWhat are you doing old man?â you teased him with a little giggle stuck in your throat.
âOld man? baby, this old man can keep you moaning all night without being tired, keep that on mindâ he says while kissing your neck slowly
You can feel the heat in your thighs, you squeeze them together, but Jack knew that you were turning on
His kisses went all way down to your clavicle, and then he turned you to face him, smirking when he saw your face covered in a bright red
âWhat happened, sweetheart?â he said, grabbing your hips with fake innocence, pulling you closer. The pressure building low in your stomach only grew strongerâhe was just as into this as you were.
You didnât respond. Instead, you kissed him with heat, with a kind of urgency that spoke for you.
He answered with the same intensity, his tongue slipping into your slightly open mouth, taking the lead without hesitation.
A soft sigh escaped you, and Jack took it as all the permission he needed. His hands moved, settling on your ass, holding you like you were something preciousâlike you were his.
âPleaseâŚâ you breathed, your voice barely there.
âI need you to ask for it the right way, baby,â he murmured, his hands already finding their way up your breasts.
When he cupped one of your breasts, you sighed softly, your head tilting back just slightly.
âPlease daddy⌠I need you,â you said, your voice shaky, eyes meeting his without hesitation.
A slow smile spread across his face, his touch growing more deliberate, more confident.
He kissed your jaw as you sighed with pleassure
âI will give you whatever you want if you asked me to, sweetheartâ he said, you rolled your eyes in annoyance
âIf you donât fuck me right now, Jack Abbot, i will brake your fucking cock in two exact piecesâ you said breathless
âThatâs what i wanted to hearâ he said while smiling
You grab his t-shirt and pull him close enough to press your lips against his in a wet and hot kiss
Both tongues fighting
Your hands go down, finding their way to his pants and playing with the drawstring weistband while his hands were too busy.
One of his hands was in your breast, as the other one was on your waist trying to stabilize you from falling
âEasy kidâ he says grabbing your waist with both hands to set you up on the kitchens counter
Now your face being aligned with his
His hands go down slowly landing on the inside of your thighs to open them wider
âI just want to eat my girl properlyâ he says and you can feel how your pulse is growing faster
His thumb goes to your panties, playing with your cunt with the cloth separating his finger from your pussy
âPlease for christ sake, just do itâ you cry
âSomeone is really desperate todayâ
And then he pulls your underwear aside
You can feel his tongue finding its way to your clit, he just knows how to get to your sweet spot
The moans leaves your mouth with desperation for more
âPlease donât you dare to stopâ you say almost in a cry
He hums with his face buried in you
And you can feel the heat growing in your tummy even more
âJ-jack iâmâŚâ
âI know, cum for me baby, i want to take it allâ he said lifting his gaze to meet the mess you were
And that was enough to make you drown yourself into his mouth
âMy perfect little girl, so sweetâ he says and kisses you desperatly
And now was your turn
Your hands going to his sweatpants, pulling them down to his toes
His boxer showing the length of his cock so perfect for you
You grab him by his boxers and pull them down, just to end in the floor with his pants
You look at his cock with nothing more but hunger
âTake it babyâ he says and you spit in your hand before took his no-little-at-all friend, going up and down while he yearns
But you two canât wait any longer to pull him into you with a loud moan from you and a yearn from him
He grabs your thighs to keep you from moving away
Jack canât wait and goes straight to your neck, to lick and bite your neck. Knowing that the marks would be there for some days
âEveryone will know who you belong toâŚâ he says while going even more faster inside of you
You can start feeling how your walls wrap his cock everytime more tight
âI- I donât⌠belong t-to anyone⌠assholeâ you say moaning and crying
âWeâll see babyâ and he kisses you deeply âCum with meâ
And you do
Feeling how he fills you up too, his cock feeling delicious inside of you
âGod, i could do this all dayâ you say
He laughs at you and starts kissing your face
From your cheeks, forehead, nose and lips
You giggle and put your hands on his neck
âI love youâ he said
âYeah?â
âYeahâ
âWith every inch of your heart?â you asked with your eyes shining more than diamonds
âI love you with everything i am, and i always willâ
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dennis whitaker x fem!shy dancer/med student!reader
Summary: you moved from argentina to pittsburgh for med school, but what your coworkers donât know is that outside of your scrubs, youâre a viral heels dancer with a very public instagram account, until one day victoria finds your videos at the nurseâs station and suddenly the whole ER is watching
Warnings: hurt feelings (misunderstanding) , a tiny med room confession, flustered dennis, everyone in the ER being nosy as hell, and a kiss thatâs been building for months.
(english is not my first language, you can comment if i have any mistakes)
ŕŞââ´ The pitt one shots
You moved from Argentina to Pittsburgh to start med school
You always wanted to study abroad, and thanks to your family, you made it
But even if you wanted to be a doctor, your passion was to dance
Youâve been dancing since you were three years old and you never quit.
When you started your residency at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, you didnât even though about your coworkers following you on social media
You always post videos of you dancing, and itâs not less to say that you were half naked
Even if you started doing ballet, your dance style was heels since a couple years now
It started while you were charting on the nurse station a couple months ago. When Victoria found you on instagram
âOh god, is that you? thatâs so hotâ she said beside you with her arms on the counter
You didnât even knew what she was talking about
âOkayyy, didnât knew what you were hiding under those scrubsâ Trinity said taking a quick look over Javadiâs phone
You were confused, and everyone showed up looking into Vicâs phone with wide open eyes
âYou could teach me some moves Doctorâ Dana said while giving you a smirk and a wink
You wanted to hide yourself under the freaking earth
You get up from the chair and made your way into the crowd of your coworkers
âHoly shitâŚâ you murmured
It was your latest video, you on your heels, dancing an spanish song (wich was getting the atmosphere really hot) and with a tiny tank top and tiny shorts
âPlease donât look at itâ you said with your face turning red
Everyone seemed very focused on you and your moves
But you were entirely focused on Dennis reaction.
You liked him too much for your own good, and the fact that he saw you like that, almost naked by body and soul, made something twist in your chest
âI could get used to of this version of youâ Langdon said teasing you with a smirk
You covered your face with your hands cursing yourself because of your public account
âThis must be my death dayâ you sighed as you walked away to take care on your next patient
You didnât notice right away, but Dennis was staring at that video too, very amused because of you
âStop staring like that Huckleberry, you will scare her before you could even ask her outâ Trinity laugh at him while his gaze went down
Your next patient was an old woman, maybe sixty years old with abdominal pain
âHi, how are you doing Mrs Thompson?â you asked the woman with a polite smile
âIâm doing my best to keep myself together, honâ she said in response
Your lips twitched while looking at the ladyâs chart
Possible appendicitis you thought
ââŚAnd who is this handsome young man?â the lady asked while you were lost in your own thoughts
âDoctor Whitaker, Mrs. Thompson. Have you checked on her yet?â he asked you while your face was going into a deep shade of red
âA-ahm, so i was thinking in a possible appendicitisâ you said while giving him the chart
âhum⌠yeah, good jobâ he said to you while giving you a soft smile
Your gaze met his more than the appropriate amount of time
And you felt the butterflies on your tummy
âYou two are the cutest, how long have you been dating?â the lady asked
You wanted to die in that exact moment
âO-oh no, noâ you said
Dennis face was totally pink, from his ears to his nose
âUnfortunately, we are not dating Mrs. Thompsonâ
Your pulse start to race
âWell, you must ask her out young man, because someone else willâ she said while winking an eye to you
Dennis seemed embarrassed to you, and your face lit down
âExcuse meâ you said when you left the room, with your heart aching
âOh godâ Dennis said when you left
Dennis stared at the door for half a second after you disappeared into the hallway
âOh, you idiot,â Mrs. Thompson muttered from the bed
He blinked and turned back to her. âExcuse me?â
The older woman gave him a look over the top of her glasses, unimpressed.
âYou like that girl.â
Dennis opened his mouth
Closed it.
Opened it again.
Mrs. Thompson sighed dramatically. âAnd from the look on her face, she likes you too. But whatever nonsense just happened in here?â She waved a hand between them. âYou fumbled that terribly.â
He scrubbed a hand down his face.
âI know.â
âThen stop standing there like a decorative lamp and go after herâ
That actually made him laugh despite the panic twisting in his chest.
âI need to finish examining you first, Mrs. Thompson.â
She crossed her arms. âFine. But make it quick. Young love is exhausting.â
By the time Dennis stepped out of the room, the hallway felt ten times louder.
Nurses moved past in a blur. A gurney rattled down the corridor. Someone was calling for labs at the desk.
But he only looked for you.
And found you at the far end of the station, shoulders tense, chart clutched in your hand so tightly your knuckles had gone pale.
You were pretending to read.
Pretending badly.
Dennis approached carefully, heart thudding harder than it shouldâve.
âHey.â
You didnât look up.
âCan we not?â you asked quietly.
That stopped him cold.
Your voice wasnât angry, it was worse. Small
His expression shifted immediately. âNo, hey- no, I think we really should.â
You finally looked at him, and his chest tightened at the hurt in your eyes.
âIâm busy, Whitaker.â
âYou left because of what she said.â he said getting closer
A humorless little laugh escaped you. âWow, doctor. Incredible diagnostic skills.â
He ignored the jab.
âYou thought I didnât want that.â Silence sat between the two of you
He glanced around the station, suddenly too aware of the fact that Victoria was absolutely pretending not to listen from three feet away, and Trinity had definitely gone still near the supply cart.
âCome with me,â he muttered.
Your brows furrowed. âWhat?â
âJust for a second.â he insisted
âDennis, I have a patient-â
âSo do I. Weâll survive thirty seconds.â you sighed and his smile grew.
Before you could protest again, he gently took the chart from your hands and set it on the counter.
Your breath caught.
Then he nodded toward the empty medication room.
âPlease.â
That one word did it.
Because Dennis Whitaker never sounded like that unless he meant it.
You hesitated⌠then followed him.
Behind you, Victoria slapped Trinityâs arm in silent excitement while Trinity rolled her eyes with a tiny exited smile
The med room door clicked shut behind you.
It was cramped and too bright and smelled faintly of antiseptic and plastic packaging.
You crossed your arms over your chest, instantly defensive.
âThis is insane.â
Dennis turned to face you, running a hand through his hair in that nervous way youâd started noticing way too often lately.
âProbably,â he admitted.
âThen what are we doing?â
âIâm trying to stop you from thinking something incredibly stupid.â
You stared at him.
Your eyes narrowed. âExcuse me?â
He pointed at you, frustrated but flustered. âSee? This is why I shouldâve rehearsed.â
Despite yourself, your lips twitched.
Dennis exhaled sharply looking at the floor and back at you
He looked so unfairly cute like thatâflustered, pink, a little panickedâthat your chest hurt all over again.
Dennis rubbed the back of his neck, then looked at you with that soft, earnest expression that always made you weak.
âOkay,â he said, exhaling. âLet me try this again before I make it worse.â
You stayed where you were, arms crossed, but your body had already betrayed you.
Because even if you were trying to act upset, your heart was practically beating against your ribs.
âWhen Mrs. Thompson said thatâŚâ he started, voice lower now, more careful, âI didnât mean unfortunately like that.â
You swallowed.
âThen what did you mean?â you said with a shaky voice
His eyes dropped for half a second, then came back to yours.
âI meant unfortunately because weâre not dating.â he said. âAnd I wish we were.â
Everything inside you went still.
The air in the tiny med room felt thinner somehow.
Dennis stepped a little closer, just enough that you could smell his cologne mixed with hospital soap.
âIâve liked you for months,â he admitted, his voice almost embarrassed now. âWay before the dancing videos, by the way.â
That made your brows lift.
He gave you a tiny, crooked smile. âAlthough⌠those definitely didnât help.â
You let out the tiniest laugh, and the tension in his shoulders eased a little.
âI didnât know everyone followed me,â you murmured, mortified all over again.
âYeah, well.â He huffed a laugh. âI found out in the worst possible way, standing next to Langdon while he made it weird.â
You snorted before you could stop yourself.
âVery weird,â you agreed.
Dennisâ smile softened, and then he looked at you in that way again.
That look that always made you feel like maybeâjust maybeâyou werenât imagining anything.
âI wasnât staring because I was judging you,â he said quietly. âI was staring because I couldnât believe that the same girl who blushes when Dana flirts with her can look that confident when she dances.â
Your breath caught.
âAnd because,â he added, a little more rough around the edges now, âyou looked incredible.â
Your face burned instantly.
âDennisâŚâ
âNo, let me finish.â he said, gentler this time. âYou donât have to be embarrassed with me. Not about that. Not about dancing. Not about being⌠you.â
That one almost broke you.
Because you had spent years learning how to be brave on stage, how to take up space under bright lights, how to move like you belonged thereâ
And somehow still felt shy in scrubs, in hallways, in front of him.
âI thought you were embarrassed of me,â you admitted, barely above a whisper.
His face fell immediately.
âEmbarrassed of you?â he repeated. âAre you kidding?â
He stepped even closer now, enough that if you moved an inch youâd brush against him.
âIâm embarrassed of me,â he said, giving a self-deprecating little laugh. âBecause apparently when I finally get the chance to say something in front of a pretty girl, I sound like an idiot in front of a sixty-year-old woman with abdominal pain.â
That made you laugh properly this time, hand flying to your mouth.
Dennis smiled like the sound was his favorite thing in the world.
God.
You were done for.
âSoâŚâ you said, trying and failing to sound casual. âYou think Iâm pretty?â
He gave you a look.
âYouâre gonna make me say it?â
You shrugged, teasing now, your confidence returning in tiny dangerous pieces. âMaybe.â
He stared at you for a second, then leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
âI think youâre beautiful.â he said. âI think youâre ridiculously talented, way too kind for your own good, and every time you smile at me at the nurseâs station I forget what I was about to say.â
Your heart nearly gave out.
âDennisâŚâ
âAnd I think,â he continued, eyes flicking to your lips for the briefest second, âthat if I donât ask you out right now, Mrs. Thompson is gonna haunt me.â
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.
âShe really would.â
âShe absolutely would.â
For one second, neither of you moved.
Then you tilted your head, looking up at him through your lashes.
âWell?â you whispered.
He blinked.
âWell what?â
You bit back a grin.
âArenât you gonna ask me out, Whitaker?â
His eyes widened just a little, then he laughed under his breath, the sound warm and disbelieving.
âRight. Yeah. Okay.â
He straightened, like he was trying to gather what little dignity he had left.
âWould you maybe want to go out with me?â he asked, smiling nervously. âSomewhere that doesnât smell like disinfectant and panic?â
You pretended to think about it for a second.
âHm.â
Dennis narrowed his eyes. âYouâre enjoying this way too much.â
âA little,â you admitted.
Then you let your expression soften.
âIâd love to.â
The relief that flooded his face was so immediate and so sweet that it made your stomach flip.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
He smiledâbig this time, genuine, almost boyishâand you swore youâd never seen anything cuter in your life.
And then there it was again.
That charged silence.
That pull.
You were both suddenly aware of how close you were.
Of the tiny room.
Of the way your pulse was pounding.
Of the way his gaze dropped to your lips and stayed there.
Your breath hitched
âCan I kiss you?â he asked softly.
The fact that he askedâso careful, so gentleâmade your entire chest melt.
You nodded.
âYes.â
Dennis moved like he was afraid youâd disappear if he went too fast.
One hand came up, hovering for just a second near your waist before settling there lightly, giving you every chance to pull away.
You didnât.
If anything, you leaned into him.
And when his lips finally touched yours, it was soft.
Warm.
Tentative for all of half a second.
Then you kissed him back, and something in him gave.
The kiss deepened just enough to make your knees feel weak, still sweet, still careful, but with all those weeksâmonthsâof tension finally breaking open between you.
Your fingers caught in the front of his scrub top without thinking, and Dennis made the quietest sound against your mouth, like heâd been holding himself back for way too long.
When he pulled away, it was only far enough to rest his forehead against yours.
information: you and jack on Sabrina Carpenterâs show. And you wanna try some freaky positionsâŚ
ŕŞââ´ The pitt one shots
You and Jack are on Sabrinaâs Carpenter concert
And you been thinking since you bought the tickets about the Juno tradition
The pose
Your tiktok page showed you a lot of videos of couples saying that they will make the position Sabrina makes, after de concert
And you were planning doing that trend
âAlright, i have an ideaâ you told him
Jack rise an eyebrow with a suspicious glance
âI donât know if this goodâŚâ
âShut up and listenâ you say to him while walking on the line to enter to the concert âThereâs this song called JunoâŚâ you start telling him
âAnd?âŚâ he says crossing his arms on his chest
And you swallowed hardly at the view of his juicy biceps
âEyes on me babyâ he tells you almost laughing
You shake your head and continue.
âWell, uhm, she always does different poses in every concert, you know?. And maybe we could make that one afterâ your cheeks start to blush
He seems to not understand what you were saying, and you canât help but getting every time more nervous
âWhat kind of pose babe, with wordsâ he says teasing you when he gets it
âYou are evilâ you hide your face on his arm
He laughs and puts his hands on your hips
âIâm not, i just want to know what my girl is trying to get from meâ
my girl
And thatâs how you start getting exited.
God, why did this suddenly feel like the most humiliating thing in the world?
âItâs justââ you laugh nervously, looking anywhere but him. âItâs like⌠a pose. Couples do it after the concert.â
He starts brushing his fingertips slowly on your uncovered waist and hip
You see how his eyes start going a little darker
A slow grin spreads across his face, one of those dangerous ones that always made your stomach flip in the worst, best way possible.
âThat kind of pose.â
âOh my God,â you mumble, covering your face with your hands. âCan we pretend I never said anything?â
âAbsolutely not.â
He sounds way too pleased with himself.
You groan, but heâs already stepping closer if thatâs possible
âYouâve been thinking about that all this time?â he murmurs near your ear.
Your breath catches instantly.
âJackââ
âBought the tickets, planned the night, and all the while my girlâs been thinking about what pose she wants after the show?â he says, voice low and teasing.
Holy shit
He knows what he is doing, fucking sexy old man and his stupid getting-you-nervous ability
âStop looking so smug.â
âIâm not smug.â
âYouâre literally smirking.â
âThatâs because this is adorable.â
You glare up at him.
He just looks amused.
And devastating.
âDonât call it adorable,â you mutter.
âWhat should I call it?â
You cross your arms. âNothing.â
He leans in just enough that you can smell his cologne over the buzz of the crowd outside the venue.
âI could call it ambitious.â
Your eyes go wide.
âJack!â
He laughs under his breath, clearly enjoying how flustered you are.
âRelax,â he says, thumb brushing lightly over your waist. âYouâre the one who brought it up.â
âThat was before you started making it worse.â
âOh, sweetheart.â His eyes drag over your face, warm and wicked all at once. âI can make it a lot worse.â
You nearly choke.
âOkay, no, noâconversation over. Done. Finished.â
He just watches you getting progressively redder and just keeps the strokes going until you get into the stadium and get your spots.
đŕ§
The show started and you canât stop singing, and Jack canât stop looking at you
He is really pleased with himself for buying you these tickets before you cry over not getting any tickets
And then, the moment came
âTHIS IS THE FUCKING POSE SONG!â you shout and shake his arm with excitement
He didnât told you, but he was interesting in what pose you two will be making that night
Sabrina laugh in the stage with his dancers behind her
She looked stunning, and you told him that since she came out. âLook at her, she is the most beautiful human beingâ and also⌠âi will became completely lesbian just for herâ
He almost chocked when you said that
The singer stepped into the heart shape platform and get on her knees
âOh noâŚâ you let out a breath
Jackâs eyes get even more dark
Sabrinaâs mic was now in the same line of her mouth and her other hand was holding her hair in a ponytail
Well, you will have to suck Jackâs dick tonight
And his fingers add more pressure on your waist while you swallowed hard
âNo pull out now sweetheart. I hope that you give me the best blow job i ever had in my lifeâ
You nod while touching his arm, exited for the after show