Shawn Hatosy x black!reader; Michael B. Jordan x black!reader
Summary: Your friend buys you a One Wish Willow. You jokingly use it to summon your celebrity crushes, but you soon figure out that some wishes do come true…
Lovergirlnote: whew! Surprise! This is the surprise that I was referring to. I can’t remember but somebody suggested MBJ and Shawn, and I was like now wait a minute, this is an option!! Thus, this fic was born. Let me know what you all think🥹♥️
Warning(s): HEAVY SMUT (18+, MDNI), threesome (m/f/m), unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, use of a mirror, squirting, making out, oral (m and f receiving), handjobs, doggystyle, double penetration, riding, dirty talk, praise, creampie
You rub your lips together one last time as you swipe the lip gloss across your lips. You check your outfit and fluff your hair as you grab your phone off the sink. Your phone buzzes incessantly in your hand with messages from family and friends.
Happy Birthday!
You smile at the goofy and heartfelt messages that your loved ones send you. As you exit the bathroom and head back to the table, your friends all cheer in excitement, which causes the rest of the restaurant to turn to you. You do a little strut while pretending to give a Miss USA wave.
“Girl, you’re eating that dress up,” Your friend, Aniyah, comments.
From the other end of the table, your other friend, Santana, pipes up, “Yess! I mean titties and everything sitting up nice!”
You laugh while taking a sip of your drink, “Thanks for coming, guys! I really do appreciate you all being here.”
“Sis, you know it’s no problem. We definitely weren’t going to miss out on spoiling our girl,” Danny comments.
For your birthday, you wanted to keep things a bit lowkey this year. This included having a big dinner with your closest friends. Your friends had honored your request by getting you a reservation at a fancy restaurant and making sure that you were having a good time. Soon, you hear the sounds of clapping as the restaurant staff surrounds you to sing Happy Birthday. Your friends all take out their respective phones to record and sing along.
One of the waitresses sets the dessert in front of you with a candle lit. As you blow out the candle, everyone cheers in excitement.
“Okay! Time for gifts!” Danny announces.
One by one, your friends hand you a variety of gifts. Danny gifts you a vintage Chanel bag that you had on your wishlist for ages. Santana gifts you a new pair of heels, along with $500 gift card to Sephora. When it’s Aniyah’s turn, she’s smiling brightly.
She pulls a colorful box from under the table and slides it in your direction. Aniyah had always been the artsy one out of your friend group, so if she gave you anything, it was always guaranteed to be handmade, which you all appreciated.
The box feels a bit heavy, but you gasp as you lift the lid of the box. Inside the box is a collection of plates and mugs that you know are handmade.
“Aniyah, you made all of these for me?”
“Yeah, you kept saying that you wanted to add more plates and mugs to your grown woman apartment, so I figured I’d make you some.”
“Aww..thank you, guys. This is definitely one of the best birthdays,” You state, eyes glistening with tears.
“Don’t start all that crying. You know I cry easily,” Danny quips as he fans his eyes.
Aniyah perks up, “Oh, wait! Before I forget, I did have one last small gift for you. I know how you love to collect little trinkets, so I got you this.”
She slides the small box over to you as you pick it up.
“One Wish Willow. You only get one wish,” You read aloud.
Everyone chuckles together. “Well, sis, what are we wishing for?”
Before you can comment, a man walks up to the table and stands in front of you. He’s handsome. Like, real handsome. He graces you with a bright smile, “Hi, I hope I’m not being rude by approaching your table. I’m Kendrick. I heard it was your birthday, and I just wanted to come over to say Happy Birthday.”
You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. He licks his lips, “I also just couldn’t sit by without telling the birthday girl how beautiful she looks. Also, it wouldn’t be in good conscience if I didn’t come bearing gifts, so Happy Birthday, ma.”
From behind his back, he pulls out a bouquet of flowers that look freshly plucked.
“Did you just get these?” You ask, laughing slightly.
“Yeah, I ran to the flower shop next door to get them. I couldn’t come over here to shoot my shot without at least applying a little pressure.”
You chuckle, “Well, Kendrick, I appreciate the effort. It’s greatly appreciated.”
“No problem at all. I hope I’m not too forward with asking for your number?”
“Not at all. Hand me your phone,” You respond. From there, you put your number in his phone, and he calls you so that you’ll have his number.
“Happy Birthday again. I’ll be reaching out soon,” Kendrick states, flashing you another handsome smile.
He politely says goodbye to your friends before leaving the table. Your friends turn their heads to you, and Santana starts squealing lowly.
“Girl! That man was fine! I’m talkin’ 90’s fine!”
“Then he came over here smelling good and giving out gifts. You betta’ hop on that, sis.”
“I’ll think about it,” You state, taking a sip from your drink.
Danny smacks his lips, “Sis, that man is too fine!”
Aniyah smirks, “Y’all know she’s still waiting on Michael B. Jordan to come sweep her off her feet.”
“Mhmm..who’s that fine white man from that show, The Pitt, that she be thirsting after?” Santana asks, snapping her fingers to conjure up the name.
“Shawn Hatosy,” Your friends say together.
“Y’all are tripping. There’s always a possibility that Michael B. Jordan or Shawn Hatosy could see me and instantly fall in love,” You said, holding up your hands.
Danny reaches over to pull your hand in his, “Hey sis, that’s called delusion.”
The four of you start to laugh together as you slap Danny’s hand away. You look down at the One Wish Willow on the table and open the box. You quickly read over the instructions before you slide the little stick into your hand. You wave it around in front of your friends, “It’s still my birthday, and Aniyah gifted me this little wish, so I can use it on whatever I want to! So I wish that Michael B. Jordan and Shawn Hatosy appeared in my bedroom tonight!”
After saying the words, you snap the stick between your fingers.
Your friends look around for a few minutes, as if expecting some poof of magic to fill the space.
“Sis, you should’ve wished for a billion dollars,” Danny states.
You shrug. It’s just a little knick-knack. There’s no way that your wish would ever come true.
After dinner, you say goodbye to your friends as you all hug. You drive back to your apartment and park in your designated spot. The sound of your heels clacking against the floors as you greet Ramon, the doorman.
“Looks like you had a good night. Happy birthday again,” He comments.
“Thank you!”
You liked your apartment building because it felt like home. Your landlord and all of the staff were all accommodating and friendly. They’d even taken the time out to make a basket for your birthday. As the elevator dings, you look down at the flowers in your hands. You think about Kendrick’s interest in you and how intentional he was about pursuing you in that moment.
However, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander to your celebrity crushes. You’d been crushing on Michael B. Jordan and Shawn Hatosy for as long as you could remember. Their more recent roles only served to intensify your crush on them. People always laughed when you told them who your celebrity crushes were because Michael and Shawn seemed like men on two separate spectrums of the industry.
Quite frankly, as Danny has put it, you were a bit delusional.
You firmly believed that if Michael or Shawn had the chance to meet you, they’d both be ready to propose right then and there. The elevator dings before you can let your thoughts venture further. You unlock the door to your apartment and set the flowers on the counter. You grab a vase and begin the work of putting it in the water.
Once you’re satisfied with the state of the flowers, you move into your bedroom to get ready for the night. For a moment, your mind wanders back to the wish. You allow yourself to slowly walk to the bedroom and push the door open lightly.
You peer into the room and find it just as empty as when you left.
“Welp..so much for that wish.”
You go to your dresser to grab your cutest pajamas. You were always under the belief that you should dress cute for sleep. As you shower and change into the lacey set, you make sure to moisturize and spritz perfume along your body. As you do your last-minute door checks, you walk back into the bedroom and slide under the covers. You grab your remote to watch The Faculty.
Before you know it, you’re drifting off to sleep against your pillows.
You can hear the distinct sounds of chatter happening in your bedroom. Two distinct male voices whisper harshly to each other as you’re lying on your pillow. For a moment, your heart falls to your stomach as you wonder if someone’s managed to break into your apartment. But they wouldn’t be able to do that without passing Ramon.
Maybe you’re just dreaming. Maybe this is some kind of weird-freaky sleep paralysis thing, where you’re hearing voices. Maybe you had too much to drink tonight.
You open your eyes and catch two figures standing at the edge of your bed. Quite frankly, it’s not just the best move, but you scream and fling the closest thing to you over at the figures. The closest thing that happens to be the vibrator lying on your nightstand. The vibrator hits one of the figures, and you hear a gruff, “Ow!”
You blindly reach for the lamp as you flick it on.
For a second, you genuinely start to wonder if you’re dreaming.
Because there’s no possible way that Shawn Hatosy and Michael B. Jordan are standing at the foot of your bed.
The three of you must look like some cheesy scene from a porno, as Michael and Shawn are both in their pajamas. You try not to ogle Michael’s bare chest or Shawn’s biceps.
“I’m dreaming. Yep, those drinks were stronger than I thought, and now I’m dreaming,” You state, nodding your head along to your therapy.
You stare at both men, “I’m gonna go to sleep. When I open my eyes, you’ll both be gone.”
You lie down on the pillow and close your eyes. You give yourself a solid minute before you open your eyes and peek back. To your surprise, Michael and Shawn are both still standing there.
Shawn gives you a small smile, “Still here, honey.”
“Oh, my god. This is a nightmare. An actual prolonged nightmare. Quick, one of you pinch me.”
Shawn and Michael both stare at each other. Shawn shrugs before moving to stand beside you. The heat from his body, along with the smell of his cologne, sends your nervous system into overdrive. What kind of nightmare was this if you could smell them?
“Are you sure about this?” He asks, clearly hesitant to pinch you.
“Yeah, it’s just a dream or..nightmare. I’ll just pop right back up.”
You hold your arm out in Shawn’s direction, and he grabs your arm between his hands. You try to ignore the way that your heart beats faster at the feel of his hands on you. Good Lord, if this were a dream, you hoped that you had more just like it. Maybe a little more NSFW…
He looks at you hesitantly until you nod. He grasps your skin between his fingers and pinches. The jolt of pain quickly shoots through you as you pout at the older man.
“So that hurt. And now, I can officially confirm that it’s not a dream,” You said.
You look at both men, and they also look back at you. You ask the only question that seems to make sense in your head, “Did you guys break into my apartment?”
Michael scrunches his face up, “No, one minute I was sleeping in my bed and then the next thing I know, I’m standing in your bedroom.”
You both look over to Shawn. He shrugs, “Same thing happened to me.”
You happen to glance over at Michael, who’s still holding your vibrator that you threw at him earlier. If spontaneously combusting was an option, you’d choose it.
Michael seemingly remembers that he’s holding the object and gives you a small smile, “I think this belongs to you.”
He leans across the bed to hand the vibrator to you. Shawn watches the interaction like he’s watching a tennis match. You quickly stuff the toy in your top drawer.
You groan and throw yourself back on your pillows, “Well, this has officially been the most embarrassing moment of my life. M’sorry for the inconvenience or whatever voodoo happened, but we can all forget it happened. I’ll walk you both out now.”
You slide from under the covers and you’re unaware of your revealing pajamas as you move closer to the door. Michael’s and Shawn’s eyes both flicker across your form in appreciation.
“Damn,” they both mutter at the same time.
They both look at each other before following you out of the bedroom. You turn to them both, “Good news is that you’re both still in LA, so you can just call an Uber.”
“We don’t have our phones,” Michael comments.
“Right, that was actually pretty dense of me to assume that y’all had them. I’ll get my phone,” you said, turning back into the bedroom.
Shawn and Michael take the moment to look at each before Michael sticks his hand out.
“Michael.”
“Shawn. Big fan of your work,” Shawn responds.
“Likewise. Crazy situation we’re in right?” Michael asks.
Shawn folds his arms over his chest, “A part of me still wonders if I’m dreaming, but then again, something tells me I’m not.”
“Same.”
At the tail end of the conversation, you walk back in while typing on your phone. “Okay good news, there’s a lot of Ubers out around this time. You can both just take turns ordering one while you wait.”
You hand the phone to Shawn first, who types in his address before handing the phone to Michael, who does the same.
“We can pay you back,” Michael suggests.
You wave him off, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll call this whole incident a weird freak accident and leave it at that.”
You walk over to the fridge to grab three bottles of water. You slide one to each man, who both stand on the other side of the counter to open their bottles.
They both can’t help the way that they keep staring at you. Well, Shawn ogling you a bit more openly, while Michael at least tries to play the part of gentleman.
You’re oblivious to their stares.
“So we never actually got your name,” Shawn mentions.
You tell them, and you can see each man rolling the syllables around in their mouths. Your eyes flicker to Michael and his current shirtless disposition, “Let me go grab you a t-shirt. I’d imagine you wouldn’t want to get into a car without one.”
You walk back over to the bedroom and you’re unaware that Michael and Shawn are watching the way the shorts ride up as you walk. You come back with an oversized t-shirt and toss it to Michael.
He gives you an inquiring look.
“What? The big t-shirts are the best to sleep in.” As Michael slides the shirt over his head, he imagines you sliding the shirt over your own body. He imagines that you might like to wear a pair of lacy panties beneath the t-shirt.
Then he thinks of you lying in bed, splayed open as you chase the intense feeling from the vibrator. He clears his throat before taking another sip of the water.
Your phone buzzes on the table, “Uber’s outside.”
The three of you walk to the door as you open it for them, “I’m really sorry this happened…even though I’m still unclear on the how. But it was nice to meet you guys.”
“It was nice to meet you too, honey,” Shawn responds.
“Yeah, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the shirt,” Michael states.
You give both of the men smiles, even though your heart is pounding in your chest at how good they look. Michael is the first one who goes to exit the door.
You’re expecting him to cross the barrier as normal, but you’re all very surprised when he bounces back as if something’s blocking the door.
You and Shawn frown in concern, “Are you okay?”
Michael looks confused at he holds a hold up to the air and tries to reach across the threshold, “It feels like something is right there.”
Lord, Michael B. Jordan is suffering a breakdown at your house.
“Let me test it,” Shawn states, as he goes to exit your apartment.
Similar to Michael, he’s stopped at the door as if your invisible barrier stops him from crossing.
The three of you look at each other.
“You guys aren’t just messing with me, right?” You inquire.
They both shake their heads. Michael shrugs, “I’m good but I’m not that good.”
You frown at the door before moving to cross the threshold. You move through the door and turn to face Michael and Shawn again. They both look each other. “Okay, how about we try it together?” Shawn suggests.
You step back a little as you wait for them to exit the door. As expected, they both bump into the invisible barrier at the same time.
“Right…So I can leave my apartment, but you can’t.” You walk back inside the apartment as you close the door. You start pacing the floor as Michael and Shawn watch you.
Michael goes to sit on your couch as Shawn follows suit. “So let’s go over everything that we know. Shawn and I both were in our respective houses, then we appeared here. You can leave your apartment, but we can’t. It’s clear that we’re not dreaming because it’d be pretty crazy to have three people having the exact dream.”
Shawn nods, “Right, unless we’re all in some state of psychosis, or it could be magic.” He and Michael chuckle in unison as you freeze.
“Oh crap,” you mutter as you hop from your spot on the couch and go to get your purse from the counter. You pour all of the contents out as you rifle through the clutter. You hold the One Wish Willow package up to your sight.
You twist the package in your hand as you spot the phone number on the back. You glance at Michael and Shawn, “I know this may sound weird, but I think this may be the cause of our dilemma.”
Michael and Shawn stand from the couch as they come to stand on each side of you. Shawn grabs the box from your hand, “One Wish Willow. You only get one wish. What? You think this little box granted your wish?”
“You wished for us to be here?” Michael questions.
“As a joke, I swear. My friend got me this for my birthday, and I jokingly made a wish for you both to be here, but I didn’t think it’d work!” You explain, waving your hands out erratically.
“What was your exact wish, sweetheart?” Shawn asked, leaning against the counter.
You swallow nervously, “I wish for you and Michael to appear in my bedroom tonight.” You cover your face in embarrassment. Michael and Shawn both look at each other. Shawn smirks at the realization. You had a crush on them.
Michael clearly sees how embarrassed you are so he pivots the conversation, “There’s a number on the back, so maybe we call it to see if there’s some way to cancel it.”
You nod as you grab the box and start typing the numbers into your phone. The phone trills as you all wait to see if anyone answers.
“One Wish Willow. This is Aimee, how can I help you?”
“Umm..hi, so I’m having a little problem. I made a wish tonight and it came true, but now I need to have it reversed? Cancelled? Do you guys cancel wishes?” The words all sound crazy as they leave your lips. Wishes were typically things that only happened in fairy tales.
“So, what was your exact wish if you don’t mind me asking?”
You glance at Michael and Shawn, “I wished for both of my celebrity crushes to appear in my bedroom, and they did.”
“Oh my gosh, who’s your crushes, girly pop?” Aimee squeals.
You groan, “They’re standing here listening, it’s embarrassing enough, Aimee.”
“You’re right, sorry! Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but we don’t typically do cancellations. The wishes work on intentions as well. The fact that it came true means that you felt very strongly about it, but the wish won’t be fully completed until all of your intentions are fulfilled,” Aimee explains.
“What does that mean?” Shawn asks towards the phone.
“Oooo super sexy voice! You go girl! Well, you wished that you wanted them to appear in your bedroom, so I mean not trying to imply anything, but there had to be a reason you chose your bedroom in particular,” Aimee inquires.
Your eyes widen. You think back to the quick flashes of images that you had of both men in less than innocent positions. Heat creeps up your neck as both Michael and Shawn look at you.
You groan. “This can’t be happening to me.”
“So girly pop sounds like you need to take those two beautiful men and let them take you to pleasure town, and then the wish will be complete.”
“Got it. Thanks for your help, Aimee.”
“Anytime! Good luck,” she concludes, as the call ends.
Unbeknownst to you, Aimee sits back with a squeal as she ends the call.
Josh, her co-worker, chuckles, “You know you definitely could’ve cancelled her wish, right?”
Aimee blows a bubble with her gum and pops it, “Duh, of course, I knew that Josh! But how lucky is it that she’s able to have both of her celebrity crushes there to take her to pound town? What a dream!”
She sighs wistfully as she starts typing on the computer again. She turns to him, “Plus, it’s way better than that little creep who wished that his best friend loved him more than anyone in the world. Poor girl.”
She and Josh turn back to their respective phones as another call comes in.
You, Michael, and Shawn take turns casting glances at each other after the phone call ends. Shawn decides to be the one to break the ice, “So….now we all have to sleep together?”
Michael shrugs, “Seems like it.”
You give both men confused looks as it seems like they’re completely on board for you all having a ménage-a-trois.
“Speaking as the party that got you into this, maybe we shouldn’t right now. I don’t know, it just feels a bit like I’m tricking you guys into it, and I still want to respect your choice. Maybe if we wait, then the wish will wear off. It’s only been about an hour.”
Michael nods, “I agree. Though I don’t want to speak for Shawn, I know that you weren’t being intentionally malicious when you made the wish. Let’s give it a few days, then we’ll make a decision.”
“I’m on board with that plan. Whatever is best for you. Obviously, your comfort and consent are what matter most here.”
It warms your heart to hear how considerate both men are for your well-being, even though you know that you’re the reason that you’re all in this mess.
Shawn smiles and claps his hands lightly, “I don’t know about either of you, but I’m exhausted.”
“I only have one room. If you’re both okay with sharing a bed….”You trail off. You rock back and forth on your heels, “Or the couch is pretty comfortable too.”
Shawn and Michael share what feels like their millionth look of the night as they seem to telepathically communicate with each other.
“I’m fine with sharing the bed, but only if you are, sweetheart,” Shawn states.
“Yeah, I’m fine with it too, as long as you are,” Michael echoes.
“I’m fine with it. I trust you both.”
You turn to walk back to your bedroom as Michael and Shawn follow. You fluff the pillows and pull back the duvet before stopping, “Wait, I didn’t even ask either of you if you liked sleeping under the blanket.”
Michael chuckles, “I’m fine with whatever. This is your crib, I sleep however you do.” Shawn also nods. You slide under the covers and navigate toward the middle of the bed.
Michael and Shawn walk to their respective sides of the bed before sliding beneath the covers next to you. You can feel the heat radiating from their bodies next to yours. You try to calm your heart as it races at the fact of having them both be here.
Who else in the world can say that they have Michael B. Jordan and Shawn Hatosy in their bedroom?
You settle against the pillows as they both do the same. Shawn chuckles when he looks at the TV, which is conveniently paused on his face in The Faculty.
“I looked like such a dweeb around that time,” He said, with his hand on the back of his head.
“I liked the way that you looked in this one, especially your teeth,” you comment.
Shawn chuckles, “You liked my teeth?”
“Yeah, they just look really normal. It’s cute. Michael has nice teeth, too.” Michael chuckles from your other side.
“Thanks, and as she said, I like your teeth, man. Anything’s better than those veneers that people are getting,” Michael said.
“Right! They’re like piano keys, man.” Shawn responds.
The three of you pause to laugh at Shawn’s joke before silence fills the room again.
“So this is it, huh?” Michael asks.
“Yep,” you and Shawn reply.
You ask Michael to turn the light off on the side, which he does. The three of you are surrounded in darkness as you turn the TV off. Your body is hyperaware of Michael and Shawn’s bodies, along with their breathing.
“Goodnight,” you said.
“Goodnight.” You’re at a bit of a loss as you continue to lie on your back. Usually, you’re a side sleeper, but you definitely don’t want to, as that would mean you would have to be in either Michael’s or Shawn’s face.
Luckily for you, both men take the initiative to turn on their sides facing the walls. You finally turn on your left side, facing Shawn.
You close your eyes and try to allow yourself to go to sleep, even though two of the sexiest men that you’ve ever seen are right next to you.
Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that you have to have sex with either of them so that they can leave your apartment.
Happy freaking birthday to you…
You awaken to the distinct feeling of being too hot. Even with the fan blowing in your direction, you still feel hot. You’re also not lost on the feeling of two bodies pressed against yours.
You open your eyes and blink a few times as you adjust to the minimal light. You look in front of you, and your eyes widen at seeing Shawn’s face close to yours. Your eyes trail over his face, where you can see all of his freckles more clearly, along with the greying stubble on his face.
You become aware of a body pressed to your backside, and you turn your head. Michael’s head is pressed against your bonnet as he has his body completely connected to yours.
You lift the covers and find that he’s thrown a hand over your waist. You also clock Shawn’s hand, which is pressed to your stomach where your shirt has ridden up.
You feel the heat creeping along your body at the fact that you can feel a certain other part of both men pressed against you. The heat travels down as you feel yourself becoming somewhat excited.
Nope, this is weird. Maybe you’re being weird. But they’re cuddling you!
You try your best to wiggle yourself from their hold, but this only causes them both to grip you tighter. Michael unintentionally grips your body tighter as he pulls you further into his hold.
This appears to affect Shawn as he moves closer to press against you. Seemingly stuck in the position, you try to settle yourself.
But how exactly does one settle themselves when they’re stuck between their two celebrity crushes, who are also sporting major morning wood?
From the nightstand, your phone starts pinging incessantly. Michael and Shawn both stir as they finally wake up.
Sheepishly, you look at both of them, as they both recognize their current predicament. Michael untangles his arm from your waist, “Sorry.”
Shawn also follows the same actions as they both scoot away from you. Sitting up, you crawl from under the blankets and off the bed. Shawn and Michael both watch you as they lock in your shorts and the fact that they both can tell you’re not wearing any panties.
You grab your phone and open the text messages. Your group chat is active as they try to make plans for brunch. You also note the text from Kendrick.
You shoot your friends a quick text saying that you can’t make it to brunch due to feeling under the weather. Despite that not being the truth, you decide it’s the best course of action, especially since it’d be rude to leave Michael and Shawn alone in your apartment.
You turn to face them, “Do you guys want breakfast?”
They nod in unison. Michael sits up, “Yeah, I can come help out.”
“Same,” Shawn chimes in. You smile and walk out of the bedroom.
Shawn looks down at the blanket where he and Michael are still very much erect, and seeing you in your pajamas doesn’t help their situation at all.
“We’re in quite the predicament,” Shawn states to Michael.
“You’re telling me. You think the wish could’ve worn off overnight?” Michael asks.
Shawn shrugs, “I’m not sure. But you heard the girl on the phone. I just want us to all be comfortable and consenting before we solidify any plans.”
“Same. Though, would it be weird if I admitted that I wouldn’t be mad if it happened?”
“Not at all. She’s a beautiful girl, and she’s obviously very attracted to us if she picked us for the wish. Plus, the lady did mention that the wish works on intention, so it sounds to me like she really wanted it to be us,” Shawn theorizes.
Once they’re sure that they won’t be flashing any boners at you, they walk into the kitchen together. You’ve already started making the batter for the pancakes. You look up at them, “Any allergies that I should know about?”
Both men shake their heads. Michael goes over to the stove to start cooking the bacon, while Shawn takes the other spot on the stove to warm the pan for the pancakes.
The three of you naturally work as a cohesive unit with cooking food and cutting up fruits. Shawn moves to help Michael with making each of your plates. You take out three glasses and pour juice for you all.
You start a pot of coffee in the background. As the three of you sit at the counter, you idly chat and eat. Once you’re finished, Michael and Shawn clean the plates, while you make each of you a cup of coffee.
Both men watch you intensely as you effortlessly add different ingredients to the coffee before sliding the mugs over to them.
They both take a sip and moan simultaneously.
“This is the best cup of coffee that I’ve had in a long time,” Shawn points out.
“Thanks, I used to work as a barista at a coffee shop a few years ago. I guess you never really forget skills like that.”
You rock on your heels, “I’m gonna go shower and change. My friend has some of his spare clothes here that I think could fit you both. You can use my phone to order briefs. There are spare toothbrushes and deodorant here, too.”
Michael frowns, “Your boyfriend?”
“Definitely not! Danny’s definitely checking for the other team,” you respond before turning to leave.
Both men sigh in relief. It’d be really awkward trying to sleep with you if you had a man.
Shawn and Michael navigate to your living room, where they both settle to watch TV. They use your phone to order briefs, among other supplies. Before they place the order, Michael puts his card number into the app.
It isn’t long before the delivery guys drop the order off at the front door. Michael and Shawn try to test if either of them can reach past the door, but find that they still can’t go past the threshold.
They settle on dragging the bag in with your umbrella. When you walk out of the bedroom, both men’s eyes flicker over to you.
They can’t help but look at the way that the flare yoga pants hug your curves. What makes matters even worse is that you smell good, and you look even better with your hair all fluffed out.
“I see you guys ordered something, which means you had to use the door. Was there any luck with passing?”
Shawn shakes his head, “Nope, we had to use an umbrella.” You bite your lip nervously. You had hoped that the wish would wear off during the night, but it seemed like Aimee’s words were true.
You’d have to crack Michael and Shawn for them to leave.
The men can clock the look on your face and figure that you’re coming to the same conclusion as they are.
Shawn and Michael both take turns showering and changing. They both look like sin embodied as they step out of your bedroom. Due to Danny being a little smaller than either of them, the clothes stick to them a little more, showcasing their abs and muscles.
Subtly, you press your thighs together, which they both catch.
As you all sit on the couch together, Michael turns to you, “So what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a licensed esthetician, I own a shop downtown,” You respond.
“That’s cool. So you do waxes and facials?” Shawn asks. You nod in agreement.
“I guess we know who we can come to, don’t we, Michael?”
Michael chuckles, “Yeah, maybe she’ll throw in a discount.”
You laugh softly, “I got y’all. But to be honest, you both hardly need my services. You both have really pretty skin and brows already.”
You move your hand up to trace Shawn’s eyebrow, “The silver really suits you.”
Without thinking, the older man leans close and presses his lips against yours. Once the initial shock wears off, you let yourself sink into the kiss as your lips move against his. Shawn brings a hand up to cup your cheek as his tongue slides along the seam of your lips. You moan softly once the man slides his tongue into your mouth. You seem to remember that Michael is present in the room as you pull back from the kiss.
You turn your head and find that Michael is watching you and Shawn in amusement…and maybe curiosity.
He chuckles, “So y’all just forgot about me, huh?”
Shawn smirks, “Why don’t you kiss him, Princess? I think he’s feeling left out.”
You move closer to Michael, who gently pulls your body to his. When your lips touch his, he immediately takes over the kiss. You moan into his mouth as he presses his hand against your throat. From your other side, Shawn watches you and Michael kiss. Quite frankly, he hasn’t seen anything quite as sexy as the two of you. He scoots over to start peppering kisses down your neck. Michael does the same as both men kiss and bite gently on your neck.
You jump at the feel of Shawn’s hand creeping between your thighs. Upon feeling you jump, he leans back, and Michael does the same.
You meet Shawn’s eyes, “Hey, sweetheart, we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. I think that we all can agree that this is a pretty weird situation, but I won’t sit here and lie like I’m not attracted to you.”
Michael turns your head to his, “You say the word, and we stop. We don’t want you to feel pressured into anything, but we’re both okay with it if you are.”
You take a moment to view the situation objectively. You’d successfully wished for both of your celebrity crushes to end up in your bedroom, and here they are offering themselves up to you on a silver platter. What girl in her right mind would be crazy enough to give up the opportunity to be cracked by Michael B. Jordan and Shawn Hatosy at the same time?
“I’m fine with it. I want both of you.”
Honestly, you should’ve known that the second that you agreed that both men would be on you like white on rice. Shawn and Michael both resumed their kisses on your neck as Shawn trailed a hand towards the apex of your thighs.
Michael has managed to slide his hand under his shirt as he cups your breasts in his hand. You moan softly as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Shawn takes his fingers to press against the seam of your pants as he starts to rub your center.
Michael tugs at your shirt until you lift it over your head. Both men use the opportunity to ogle your chest in the mesh bra. Shawn reaches behind you to unclasp the bra as Michael pulls it from your chest.
Michael and Shawn move their heads down to take your nipples into their mouths. As they lick and suck on your nipple, Shawn slides a hand inside your pants to touch your wet panties.
He pulls back, “She’s so wet for us. You should have a feel.”
Michael slides his hand in next to Shawn’s, except he slides his finger beneath your panties to slide along your wet folds.
“I think she’d look even better if we took the rest off,” Michael comments, to which Shawn nods. They take their free hand to begin tugging your pants and underwear down. Before you know it, you’re completely bare to their sight.
They both take the opportunity to grab your legs and spread them. Michael leans over to press a kiss to your cheek, “You’re so wet for us, baby. You want us that bad?”
Your wide eyes meet his as you nod. From your other side, Shawn chuckles before grabbing your jaw in his hold, “We don’t do motions, baby. We need to hear you. Why don’t you answer his question again? Do you want us that badly?”
He ghosts his fingertips across your clit as your chest heaves up and down. “Yes, daddy, I want you both so much.”
A dark smirk overcomes Shawn’s lips, “You hear that, brother? We’re daddy now.”
“Let’s see how loud we can make her scream it,” Michael responds. He gets up from the couch and heads to your bedroom. He arrives a few moments later with your mirror from the bedroom. He sets it directly in front of the couch, “I saw it last night, and all I could think about is how pretty you’d looki cumming in front of it.”
Your jaw drops. Michael is a freak, just as you expected.
Shawn looks at you, “Keep your eyes on the mirror, baby. I wouldn’t want you to miss how pretty you look.” He trails two thick fingers down your dripping entrance before sliding them back up to circle your clit. He places both fingers on your outer lips to spread you open crudely.
Michael plops down on the couch and locks his eyes on your weeping entrace, “So pretty, babygirl. She’s dripping for us.” He brings his fingers to your pussy and starts to rub circles on your clit as Shawn holds you open. Soon, both men are massaging your pearl as they whisper in your ears.
Shawn moves his fingers down to your entrance. He dips the tips of his fingers into your entrance before pulling them out. Your hips buck up to meet his touch. He chuckles, “You’re eager. You need my fingers in this greedy little cunt?”
Your needy eyes meet his, “Yes, please touch me.”
“Good girl,” they both say in unison. Shawn pushes his fingers inside of you, and you both moan at the same time. Shawn’s thick fingers stretch you open as he drags them along your wet walls. He curls his fingers upwards as you jerk beneath his touch. Michael continues rubbing precise strokes along your pearl as you moan openly throughout the room.
Shawn brushes against your spot as your pleasure grows from Michael’s fingers. You throw your head back as your legs start to shake. Immediately, both men remove their fingers. Your wide eyes meet theirs, and you can feel the tears starting to well up.
“Aww…it’s okay baby. You were being so bad. We told you to keep your eyes on the mirror and I don’t think we want to repeat ourselves, right Shawn?”
“That’s right, brother. Now, baby, keep your eyes on the mirror while we play,” Shawn orders softly, but there’s an edge in his voice that lets you know that he’s not playing.
“Okay, I will,” you reply, voice shaky with anticipation.
Michael and Shawn return their fingers to your core, but they switch spots. Micheal’s fingers travel into your entrance, while Shawn’s calloused tips dance across your clit. The heat builds inside of you almost instantly.
You keep your eyes locked onto the filthy sight as each time that Shawn strokes you, more of your wetness coats Michael’s fingers.
“She’s leaking for us,” Michael states, keeping his eyes on your ruined face.
“Yeah she is, but you know I’d really like to see her do? I’d like to see her make a mess,” Shawn said, rubbing quicker circles on your clit. You feel the gradual release building in your stomach, along with hearing the wet sounds of Michael’s fingers slapping against you.
Your hands go to grab both men as the chord inside you finally snaps. Michael curls his fingers as your release overtakes you. A sharp squeal leaves your mouth as you feel the tingles rushing throughout your entire being. A gush of clear liquid leaves you.
You try in vain to close you legs, but both men are proactive enough to hold them open and to your chest.
Your sight blurs and you swear for a moment, you genuinely leave your body. As your climax comes down, Michael and Shawn slow their movements.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Shawn quips as he brings his fingers up to his lips.
“You’re telling me,” Michael comments as he looks down at your release coating his fingers. One by one, he licks each finger as he moans.
“You taste sweet, babygirl. Can I get another taste?” Michael asks.
“Please.” At this point, you’re down for whatever they’re down for.
Michael picks you to carry you into the bedroom while Shawn follows. He sets you down gently on the bed as they stand in front of you.
“Take your shirts off,” you said, to which both men oblige.
You turn your gaze back and forth as you admire the different contours of their bodies. Feeling bold, you lean forward to trails your hands up their chests and back down. Your hand goes lower as you cup their length through the sweatpants.
“Can I touch you both?”
“You can do whatever you want to us, sweetheart,” Shawn replies, breath heavy with lust. You take the initiative reach inside their sweatpants and grasp your hands around their dicks.
But who should you put your mouth on first? Shawn seems to read the conflict on your face and smirks, “You taste him first, sweetheart. I wanna watch.”
You follow the older man’s instructions as you move closer to Michael. You lick a long stripe up the underside of his dick as he releases a heavy moan.
You envelope Michael into your mouth as you keep your hand connected to his base. You bob your head up and down while your eyes meet his. Michael pulls you off with a soft pop, “Now you taste him, baby.”
You move over to Shawn and wrap your lips around his tip. You moan at the taste of precum hitting your taste buds. You take him deeper into your mouth as he grips your hair. At the same time, you move your hand up and down in sync on Michael’s dick.
Both men breathe deeply and groan at how good you’re making them feel. It only makes you wetter as you push your thigh together.
Shawn clocks the motion and pulls you off.
He leans down to press his lips to yours and slide his tongue into your mouth. He moans at the taste of himself and Michael on your tongue.
“Lay on the pillows, baby. We need our taste, too.”
Releasing Michael from your hand, you slide up the bed until you’re lying on your pillows. Shawn and Michael crawl onto the bed until they’re both sitting between your legs. They hungrily eye your glistening folds.
Michael looks at Shawn, “It’s only right that you get first taste.”
“How about we both taste her at the same time?” Shawn suggests. At this suggestion, you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Shawn catches sight of this, “Looks like she likes the sound of that.”
With that, both men move closer so that their faces are nearly stuffed into your pussy. Their tongues come out at the same time to circle your clit. A low whine tears from your throat at the sensation of both men slurping away at you.
Their tongues clash against each other, yet neither seem to mind. You bring your hands up to place on their heads as you let the sensations take over you. Shawn moves down to lap at your entrance while Michael’s lips fully envelope your clit. He gently sucks the small bud between his lips as he looks up at you.
Your legs start to shake again, signaling to each man that you’re close. They speed up their efforts as they both listen to your increasing moans.
“Oh..right there..I’m so close,” You whimper. Both men hum into your center, which sends you over the edge. Shawn laps at your entrance as more of your wetness flows from you, while Michael keeps sucking to prolong your pleasure.
You flop back onto the pillow as you take deep breaths, “You’re both trying to kill me.”
Michael pops up, licking away at his lips, “We just wanna make you feel good, babygirl.”
Shawn moves up, “Yeah, we’re just making your wish come true.”
They both give you a moment to recuperate before moving to the next position. You give them both a nod that you’re ready.
Michael looks to Shawn, “I don’t have a condom unless you do?”
“Nope.”
They turn to face you, “I don’t have any either. It wasn’t like I wasn’t expecting to get cracked this weekend. But I am on birth control and I’m clean…”
“It’s your call, sweetheart.”
“I’m fine with it. Plus, I really want to feel you both,” you answer.
“How do you want us?” Michael asks, eyes trailing along your body.
You bite your lip, “I want you to fuck me from behind while I taste Shawn. Then I want you both inside me at the same time. There’s lube in the drawer.”
Michael and Shawn gulp at your lewd words and you notice that both of their dicks jerk slightly at the words. You grab the lube from the nightstand and set it off to the side on the bed.
“Lay down, daddy,” You tell Shawn, who obliges.
He navigates to the top of the bed as you kneel between his legs. At the same time, you arch your back and present yourself to Michael.
He positions himself behind you and groans at your wet pussy. He slides his dick up and down before notching it at your entrance. You move your mouth over Shawn’s dick before allowing a large glob of spit to leave your mouth. You slurp his length down just as Michael starts to push himself inside of you. Once he bottoms out, you all mutually moan at the pleasure.
Michael pulls back and hisses at the tight feel of your walls to clinging to him. He pushes back in and starts a steady rhythm.
“She’s so tight, man,” Michael groans out.
At the top of the bed, Shawn’s mind is gone as it feels like you’re sucking the soul out of his body. He pulls your hair out of your face, “Yeah, our pretty girl. You’re doing so good for us, baby. Pretty ass mouth and your perfect pussy.”
You squeeze around Michael at Shawn’s words. He smirks, “She likes being praised.” He grasps your hips firmly in his hands as he speeds up his thrusts.
If anyone walked in now, they’d have no doubt about what was happening in your bedroom. The wet sounds of your slurping Shawn down combined with soft squelching and skin slapping against skin fills the room.
Michael watches entranced as you start thrusting back onto him. The more he stroke, the more of creamy wetness forms a ring around the base of his dick.
He grabs the lube to spread across his fingers. Your other hole is practically inviting him to play. Michael rubs his fingers around your backdrop entrance. He goes to push a finger in when you tense up, “Shhh…s’okay baby, it’s just me. Don’t tense up, I gotta get you ready.”
He pushes his finger in once again as it fully submerges inside you. Gently, he thrusts his finger in and out. Once he knows that you’re comfortable, he starts to slide another finger in. You moan around Shawn at the intrusion.
Michael scissors his fingers around your hole as he continues to thrust inside of you. The combined stimulation has you shaking in their hold again.
“There we go baby. Come for us again,” Shawn coos. With one last thrust, you fall apart again. You pull off Shawn with a loud moan as the pleasure consume you.
Carefully, Michael slides from both of your holes. Both men stand from the bed as they maneuver your pliant body into their hold.
Shawn stands in front, and they both lower you down so that his dick can enter you. Michael places his tip at your back entrance. As he pushes in, you start to wince.
Shawn moves a hand down to stroke your clit, “Relax, we both got you. Just let him in.”
Michael slips deeper inside you until he bottoms out.
Your eyes roll back, “You’re both so deep.” You miss the mutual look that they both share as they start thrusting inside you.
Michael and Shawn hold you up between their bodies like it’s an everyday occurrence. Your eyes go down to their biceps and the sweat that’s illuminating both of their bodies.
“You feel so good, babygirl,” Michael moans into your ear.
“Best I’ve ever had,” Shawn echoes.
They both start increasing their movements as the sounds of skin slapping increases. You all moan loudly against each other. Shawn connects his lips to yours as she sloppily makes out with you. Michael leans down to join the kiss, and the three of you are engaged in a messy makeout session.
It’s hard to distinguish who is kissing who. At some point, you’re pretty sure that Michael and Shawn are kissing each other.
You can feel your orgasm approaching with how it tugs at your stomach.
Tears well up at your waterline, “Daddy…”
Michael and Shawn take this as their sign to speed up. Your body roughly jostles in their arms. You can feel both of their lengths moving simultaneously inside of you as you start to shake.
“M’gonna cum,” you announce, tears starting to drip from your eyes.
“Let go for us baby. You’ve been doing so good for us,” Shawn praises.
Michael moves his mouth to his ear, “We wanna see you cum for us one last time, baby.”
The chord snaps and everything releases. Your loud, watery moan echoes throughout the apartment as you now openly weep on their dicks. You’re surprised that your neighbors haven’t called the police yet.
It sounds like an exorcism is happening in the room.
Michael and Shawn can feel their own orgasms creeping.
“Where do you want it, baby?” Michael asks, voice tense.
“Inside,” you whine.
This seems to light a fire under each men as they thrust harshly inside of you. You’re a rag doll just here to be used for their pleasure.
Shawn groans loudly and you feel the warm spurts of his cum shooting against your cervix. Michael follows after with his own loud moan as he stuffs his face in your neck. His warm cum shoots inside of you, and you can only moan at the mutual sensations.
Once you all come down from your highs, you breathe heavily against each other. Michael pulls out of you gently while Shawn does the same.
They set you on your feet, but keep their hands on you to steady you. You look like an absolute ruined mess with tears staining you cheeks and your hair flying every which way. Light bruises and love bites litter your body. Cum oozes down your thighs and drips onto the floor.
Both men chuckle at your dazed expression. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, honey.”
Once they make sure that they’ve cleaned you up proper, you all slide beneath the covers together. Shawn and Michael scoot closer to cuddle your tired body to theirs.
“Happy Birthday,” Michael mutters against your skin.
Shawn looks at you, “Yeah, Happy Birthday to you, sweetheart. Was it everything you wished for?”
“And more,” you reply before your eyes shut. Your soft breathing echoes through the room. Michael and Shawn press kisses to your head as they close their eyes.
Michael wakes up the next morning and finds that you and Shawn aren’t in bed. He figures that you both must be in the living room or in the kitchen.
He slides on a pair of briefs before walking into the open space. He expects to find you and Shawn eating at the counter.
What he doesn’t expect to find is you riding Shawn on the couch. Your moans and his groans fill the space, along with the slap of your skin against his.
“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Michael comments.
Shawn looks over his shoulder, “Morning, we didn’t want to wake you. We were gonna make breakfast, but we got a little preoccupied.” At this, you throw your arms around his shoulders as you keep bouncing.
Your ruined gaze finds Michael, “Morning. I can start on breakfast after we’re done.”
Michael chuckles, “Don’t worry about it, babygirl. I’ll start on it for us.”
He moves to the kitchen and starts taking out all of the stuff to make French toast, bacon, and eggs. Michael casually moves through the kitchen and cooks, as if you and Shawn aren’t fucking a few feet from him.
Once in a while, he’ll peek over to catch enjoy the view of the two of you lost in pleasure. Just as he takes the bacon out and starts on the eggs, you and Shawn moan loudly as your orgasms hit you both.
You sag against Shawn as you catch your breath. You slide off of him as you grab your panties. Shawn slides his dick inside of his briefs. You both come over to take a seat at the counter.
Michael plates food for the three of you as you and Shawn thank him. He leans over to press a kiss against your lips.
The three of you eat together and chat. You all look like a cohesive unit as you make jokes with each other.
Shawn can see the way that Michael is eyeing you. As you’re about to go wash the plates, Shawn stops you.
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Why don’t you and Michael have some one on one time?” He suggests, gathering the plates.
You nod and grab Michael’s hand to guide him to the couch. He takes a seat and pulls you onto his lap. He pushes down his briefs and slides your panties to the slide.
Michael groans deeply once he sinks into you. You’re still wet with Shawn’s cum. The other man hums as he is now treated to the sight of watching you and Michael.
After your little session with Michael, the three of you sit on the couch together, staring at the ceiling. Your legs are in Shawn’s lap while you lay your head in Michael’s lap.
“We should try the door. I mean, as much sex that we’ve had, I think the wish should be complete,” you state.
Michael and Shawn tense beneath you. As much as the wish was an inconvenience, they won’t lie like they haven’t had a good time with you. Sex aside, both men are taken with your personality.
The three of you stand from the couch and walk to the door. You open it as three of you stare at each other. Shawn takes a deep breath and steps forward. He walks to the threshold and finds that he can pass through with ease.
You gesture for Michael to do the same. He walks through and passes through the door. Both men look at you as you stare at them. You fight to keep the sadness off your face, but you fail.
Shawn and Michael walk back inside and you all sit at the counter again.
“So…I guess this is goodbye,” you state.
“Well, we don’t necessarily have to stop communicating,” Shawn suggests.
Michael nods, “I’d still like to keep in touch with you both.” He turns his gaze to you, “I like you a lot. I think it’s safe to say he feels the same.”
“He’s right. I like you a lot, sweetheart. I know we’re probably all unsure of where this will go, but I’m willing to make this work however I can.”
You look at them both, “So, you’d both be my boyfriends or…”
“We can be whatever you want us to be,” Michael responds.
“How about this? How about we take you on a proper date, and then we can work out the details there?” Shawn suggests.
You take a second to think it over. You’d had your world rocked by both of your celebrity crushes, and now they wanted to date you.
You’d be stupid not to explore it.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
The three of you smile at each other. This was about to be the beginning of something rather unique, but well worth it.
A/n:guys who tfk was gonna tell me it’s literally been a month….I am so sorry im busy with school and work, but again if I can make time for it i will try and post weekends (most likely sundays) today is sunday for me!! happy sunday☺️ okay i’m yapping anyways!! there are three tags that aren’t working so if that is you pls let me know your new username!! If i don’t get that info I will be taking three new ppl into the taglist lucky lucky you guys!! hope you enjoyed this part im ovulating okay…
don't have much to say but im only like 70 percent ashamed of myself
part two is here!
“THERE goes Miss Rose’s van.” Your mother looked out from the living room window. “I was wondering when she was gonna deliver those things.”
You perked up from your place on the couch, adjusting the skirt of your blue dress. About a week earlier, your mother had dragged you to Miss Rose’s shop to buy some decor for the house—Shopping was something you mostly hated, but there was one good thing about going there.
You were hoping the good thing had come with the van. When the doorbell rang you sprang towards the door.
“Miss Rose!” You smiled politely. “I didn’t know you were in the habit of delivering.”
Miss Rose chuckled, turning slightly to look back at the van. Taniel was there, begrudgingly unloading all the lamps, rugs, and whatever else your mother thought suited the house. He paused, looking over to you with a ghost of a smile. You felt your face get hot almost immediately.
“Now, it's not something I typically do but—.” She said as your eyes stayed trained behind her. “I figured I could make a special exception for Charlotte.”
Opening the door further, you let Miss Rose in. She went past the doorframe before turning once more.
“Taniel? Can you bring all of that inside? I’m gonna talk to Charlotte for a second.”
You heard Taniel grumble something out but he nodded anyway, picking up one of the boxes. Shutting the screened door you went down the steps to him.
“Your aunts' got you doing all the heavy lifting, I see.” You crossed your arms in amusement.
“Nobody else would do it.” He said, hiking the box up further into his arms. Taniel’s dark brows furrowed in slight annoyance, but you’ve learned better by now.
“Well.” You looked down at what he was holding. “All of that stuff goes to my room.”
“It does?” Taniel asked. You nodded.
“C’mon.”
Taniel followed you into the living room, passing by Charlotte and Rose. They were sitting on the couch having tea.
“Oh!” Your mother gasped. “Taniel, is that box not heavy?”
“I’m fine,” Taniel said broodily.
“He volunteered to carry it up to my room.” You said. “Isn’t that nice?”
“Is my daughter holding you hostage?” Charlotte’s gaze kept towards him.
“No ma'am." Taniel responded.
Because in reality, he was exactly right where he wanted to be. With you.
Walking upstairs to your room, you leaned up against one of the walls and waited, hearing the clunks of items coming up. Taniel was in soon after.
“Where'd you want this?” He asked. You just shrugged.
“That corner is fine.” You pointed over to a few more halfway unpacked boxes.
“These boxes were here last time I was.” Taniel muttered, setting the box down. His long, dark hair fell into his face and you almost felt shame for how swiftly you walked over to him.
“Two weeks ago.” You confirmed. “Are you trying to ditch me?”
“No.” Taniel stood up. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Busy?” You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his broad shoulders—He didn’t stop you. “Doing what?”
Taniel looked down at you, your eyes were teasing mostly, but genuinely curious. He hated having to dip out on you at times; however, monitoring the army base was supposed to be a secret.
“Stuff.” He shrugged softly. You made a face.
“Stuff.” You mocked him, dropping your hands. “Ugh! You can be so icy sometimes. Do you even like me?”
Taniel, you watched you with careful dark eyes as you threw your mini tantrum. Reaching out, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you right back to him, chest pressing up against yours.
“You know how I feel about you.” Taniel said, saying your name with a low voice that forced you to stand still. “So stop being like that.”
Before you could give a retort, he leaned down to kiss you, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. Folding almost immediately, your arms flew back around his arms as he walked your body back against the wall.
You gasped into his mouth slightly, the curls of your hair ruined by the friction of the wall. Instinctively, your leg lifted, curving around his waist.
“Eagar?” Taniel pulled back briefly. There was a stupidly smug smirk on his face. Your hand smacked her chest.
“Don’t be an asshole.” You mutter. “Acting like you didn’t kiss me first.”
“Aw.” Taniel frowned half mockingly, “I hurt your feelings or something?”
“Yes, actually.” You huffed. His eyes just darkened a bit more at the sound of your voice.
“I’m sorry baby.” Taniel brought one hand down to secure your thigh to his waist while the other was busy brushing the side of your face. He kissed you again and your hands played at the long strands of his hair, giving it a light tug—He groaned in response.
The skirt of your dress brushed over his hand as he slid it up further, gracing the warm skin of your thighs. Dropping it, he wrapped both arms around your waist and carried you to your bed.
You bounced once before he was right on you again, dragging his hands under your skirt. They weren’t exactly in unfamiliar territory.
“Hey.” You said,moving your head to the side as he went for the sensitive skin on your neck. “I realized something just now.”
You moaned softly at the sensation of his teeth grazing your throat before sitting back up a bit.
“What?” Taniel looked annoyed that you interrupted his process.
“This is your first time using my front door.” You giggled. “Or the door to my room, for that matter. Windows were your thing for a while there.”
All the times Taniel came over was mostly at night, climbing through your window that you’d leave open for him all the time. Sometimes, you could be sworn he enjoyed it.
“What’s next then?” Taniel smiled at the sound of your laugh. “Do we tell your parents now?”
You rolled your eyes but you had given it some thought—You were an adult now, but the hassle of properly introducing Taniel to your father wasn’t something you were rushing to do.
“My mom, maybe.” You sat up, pushing Taniel onto his back. You crawled onto him, thighs bracketing either side of his hips. “My dad uh—Let’s do a raincheck.”
“Sure.” Taniel agreed, his large hands gripped your hips as if you’d ever dare get off of him. It wouldn't be by choice if you did anyway.
“My aunt knows about us, I think.”
You leaned down to him, lips skimming over his neck, leaving behind various bites and kisses that caused the tiniest groan from him.
“That lady knows everything.” You mumbled into his neck. “What excuse are we gonna come up with when we go back down there?”
Taniel’s hands fell lower to the fat of your ass, giving it a small squeeze.
“We can worry about that later.” Taniel said.
You smiled into the next kiss as you felt him flip up your skirt, his hands now meeting skin. You let your weight completely fall onto him with a heavy pat.
That earned you a louder groan, exactly what you preferred to hear from him.
“Duuno why you act so damn nonchalant.” You said quietly. You rolled your hips into his a couple of times. Taniel sighed at the feeling.
“What was that?” You lean down to tease him further. Tanel wrapped his arms around your waist, jerking his hips upwards into the shallow maneuvering of yours. The gentlest yet heated moan left your lips.
“Hm.” Taniel ate up your expression. “You talk so much shit.”
“I–I do.” You admit, falling back into him, kissing him once more. You felt him move again as he forced you down on him, making you feel it.
In the back of your mind, you considered getting rid of the stupid dress all together, you tried to calculate how much more time you could get away with before you would be interrupted. Those thoughts became hazy as the constant pressure Taniel was giving to you made it hard to think straight.
Taniel swallowed up your moans into the kiss, tilting his head to get impossibly deeper into your mouth.
Your hands wandered down to his belt, your finger clumsily fiddling with the heavy metal.
Then you heard your mother call your name from downstairs. You fought to ignore it once but…
“Y/N!” Charlotte called.
“Fuck.” Taniel cursed as you sat up on him. You blinked the daze of him away before the panic of self preservation set in.
“Shit!” You curse sharply, your legs were shaky as you stood up from the bed, adjusting your dress best as you could.
Glancing at your mirror, your hair was a mess and your lips were kiss swollen. You patted the curls down until you thought they looked explainable.
“How do I look?” You turned to Taniel. He grinned at you as his eyes traced over your body. “You're gorgeous.”
“I’ll smack the shit—.” You opened your room door. “Quit playing with me and come on.”
You could hear his laugh behind you as you walked down the steps, praying to everything that nobody would notice.
“Momma?” You said in a breath, as if you did a marathon. “What happened?”
Charlotte placed her teacup on the table. “There's other stuff to move, you know. It took that long for one box?”
“Uh.” Your lips pressed together awkwardly.
“She was making me move stuff around.” Taniel's voice emerged from behind you. “Being real bossy.”
You wanted to sink into the floor. Miss Rose scanned both of you before smiling into her cup.
“There's more stuff in there.” She said, “Maybe you can show him where the rest goes?”
“Of course I can.” You sped walked to the door, not breathing until you were back near the van. Taniel walked up, hands in the pockets of his jeans, and way too calm.
“You think it was obvious? You turned to him.
Taniel’s eyes fell to a darkening bruise that peaked out from the collar of your dress.
“Nah.” Taniel said. “You were subtle as hell.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. It was hard to tell if he was being honest or sarcastic.
“Whatever just—.” You turned back to the van, sliding down a box. Taniel wrapped an arm around your waist.
“We didn’t get to finish.” Taniel practically was purring. “So keep that window open tonight.”
“Sure—Yeah.” You looked towards the house. “Don’t strand me again.”
“I won’t.” Taniel assured you, placing a gentle kiss to your neck before pulling away.
“Good.” You gestured towards the remaining things in the van. “Now get to work, there's more heavy lifting for you to do.”
josie after hours: Jack Abbot defiling his pretty and younger gf when they first have sex.
he doesn’t hold back anything either—this is what you wanted. it was your conscious, adult decision to go after a 50 year old doctor. war vet. an old fuck you met in the gym. you knew what you were getting into.
sure he’s..gentle and dotting at first, when he’s stretching you open and eating at you. but once he’s got his dick in you, and you’re no longer whimpering for him to hold on, it’s so much, he’s got your legs over his shoulders, one hand holding your calf whilst the other fists the sheets next to your head. and he’s absolutely plowing into you.
long, hard strokes that make you feel tingly all over, makes the hair on your arms stand. he’s groaning loud as fuck into the room, brows pinched tight, eyes narrow watching his fat dick glisten as your arousal coats him more and more with each heavy stroke.
“gahdamn baby, she’s so fuckin’ wet. you like that, hmm?” he doesn’t let up for a second, not even at your expression that almost looks scared. your brows upturned and eyes wide, mouth parted as little moans and squeaks exit you.
you can’t take it, it’s entirely too big, too thick, you’re so full you think you feel his tip in your stomach. you’re close to passing out with how hard your chest heaves, you’re trying to hard to be good but it’s so fucking much. “j-Jack wait, just-gimme a second ohmygod!” you’d moan, grabbing onto his pecs with the little bit of strength you can, almost trying to slow him down.
“nah uh, you fuckin’ wanted this. n’ don’t push me away either baby i’m in there.” you think you’re gonna die when he speeds up, throwing your head back, your pornographic moans filling the room, tears welling in your eyes.
and the man won’t shut up for the life of him. “so fucking good, Jesus.”
“mhm, yeah. you fuckin like that, like that dick baby?”
“makin me so proud, takin it so well—don’t run, don’t fuckin run from me. you asked for this.”
“take it from me, s’all yours. you can do it-there we go. breath, uh huh, just like that.” none of the little boys you’ve been with in the past has ever made you orgasm as hard as Jack did. you’re so shaken up, literally.
he comes back in the room with a water bottle, dick still swinging as you lay there, eyes wide as you catch your breath, shaking like a chihuahua. “did a number on you, huh pretty girl? you ok?” he rubs at your stomach, sitting the water bottle next to you. mans knows what he’s doin lol.
warning(s): use of the “n” word, suggestiveness, fluff, not proofread
note: part 1
1:
songs from the album “diary of a mad band” by jodeci poured from the speaker balanced on the sink, loud enough to drown out your thoughts and echo through every tile in the bathroom.
you jermajesty was in the tub, bubbles resting over your bodies as both of you relaxed. you were laying on your side of the tub, letting jermajesty rub your feet.
the video started to record himself in the tub, soapy suds covering his chiseled chest and his curly hair, damp from steam.
the mirror behind the tube caught you in the video, eyes closed and resting. jermajesty double tapped the screen, putting the focus of the video on you, catching the relaxation on your face. you had your boho knotless braids in bun, making sure they wasn’t going to get wet. he could see a slight hint of your nipples under the water but the soap covered most of it.
jermajesty continued to rub your feet with his free hand, balancing the phone with the other.
“so beautiful.” he mumbled, then ending the video.
2:
the video starts with jermajesty, jaafar, you, and maddie. “heartless” rolls through the speakers, kanye’s voice filling the car , bass buzzing the car.
jermajesty in the driver’s seat, fully locked in, before glancing at the camera. one hand on the wheel, the other resting easy on your thigh like it belongs there. he’s lip syncing the song word for word.
you angle the camera toward him.
he catches it instantly, doesn’t even look away from the road. just smirks like he knew you were gonna do that the whole time.
backseat energy shifts next.
jaafar is leaned back like he’s been up since 5am and still showed up for the group activity. maddie is out cold on his shoulder, soft and completely unbothered.
you zoom in a little on her face, then zoomed out.
“she’s asleep,” you say, voice low but amused.
jaafar tilts his head down to check, careful like he’s inspecting fragile artwork. one second of silence. then he looks back up with a quiet laugh and a nod, like: yeah, she’s knocked out.
you snort, the sound barely contained, and the camera shakes just a little as the car keeps moving forward, the song still humming like it’s the soundtrack to a moment nobody will be able to recreate on purpose.
you then end the video, saving to memories.
3:
the snapchat goes mid-motion, like jermajesty is already walking while recording.
jermajesty’s voice comes through, focusing the the camera on you.
“baby, look”
you turned around and instantly smiled when met with the camera. you had on a elegant black dress that matched your boyfriend’s matte black suit. your smile was beaming with excitement, partly from waiting to watch the movie and partly from taking more pictures.
behind you the crowd shifts.
jermajesty’s expressions changes instantly, brows pinched in amusement.
you notice immediately.
your eyes narrowed, turning around slowly.
and there he is.
the infamous fabio jackson.
just standing there like a jump scare in designer lighting.
the air around you shifts.
your face tightens into the most unfiltered “what is happening” expression imaginable.
you don’t even think.
“who’s that, nigga?”
it was little above a whisper but only jermajesty heard you.
jermajesty snorts, full break in composure. the camera shakes violently as he loses it, laughing so hard he can barely hold it steady.
fabio is still there in the background, completely unaware or fully committed to the bit, depending on how generous you feel.
jermajesty wipes his face with his free hand, still laughing.
then he ends the video.
“come on,” he says, grabbing your hand immediately, still chuckling under his breath. “before he starts walking over here.”
you’re still looking back like you’re trying to process what you just witnessed. “why is he—”
“don’t,” jermajesty interrupts quickly, already guiding you away through the crowd, to where bigi and paris is. “don’t even give it energy.”
behind you, the red carpet keeps rolling like nothing happened.
4:
the bahamas sun was ruthless against your skin, not unbearable yet sweltering. you were thankful for the sunscreen jermajesty reminded you to bring. you had on a cute bikini with your fulani braids you got specifically for the trip. you were currently stretched out on a beach towel after running into the ocean a bunch of times with genevieve.
jermajesty was recording you, sitting a few inches away, pointing his phone at you. you knew he was recording, lowering your sunglasses slightly, spotting jermajesty.
the second your eyes met the lens, a shy smile tugged at your lips.
“there she go,” he muttered.
you shook your head and dropped your sunglasses back into place before settling against the towel again.
“you always recording something”
“you always give me something to record”
heat rushed to your cheeks despite the ocean breeze. instead of answering, you buried your face into your arm to hide your smile.
behind the camera, jermajesty grinned.
jermajesty then doubled tapped the screen, turning the camera on him so he can get a selfie view. he raised the phone to show himself, with you beside him. in the background was jaafar and marlon collecting seashells, geneveive on her phone.
“say what’s up, y’all,” jermajesty called.
neither of them looked up. except geneveive, who smiled and waved.
“fuck yall too.” jermajesty mumbled.
you laughed.
still recording, he turns the camera over to you. by then you had shuffled on the towel, now on your stomach. you were in a state of relaxation, letting your eyes drift closed.
then something came crashing on your ass.
you winced. “ow!”
your head shot up.
jermajesty was holding the phone in one hand and smirking behind it.
“jermajesty.”
“what?”
“turn the video off. now.”
the smirk vanished.
the recording ended immediately.
5:
jermajesty was driving you home from girl’s night. in the video you could hear mumbling and giggles from your lips.
jermajesty raised the phone a little bit before the turning it to show your slumped figure in the passenger seat. your hair was a mess and mini dress was raised a little to high.
jermajesty raises his hand to your thigh and you flinched at the feeling. jermajesty laughs, zooming in on your face.
“baby, why did you flinch?”
“because if you touch me I’m gonna assume you wanna...” you winked.
jermajesty laugh grows. “we can’t, mama.”
“why?”
“you’re drunk.”
“so?”
jermajesty, pinched his brows. “yeah nah.” he says before ending the video.
-
instagram live :
the room in costa rica is half-lit and lazy, like time decided to take a vacation too.
TV glow flickers across the walls, teenage mutant ninja turtles blasting while jaafar and marlon jr argue like they’ve got no brains.
“leonardo literally does the most,” jaafar insists, pointing at the screen.
marlon jr scoffs. “no he don’t. he’s the least interesting one.”
that alone is enough to spark a full-blown debate about fictional turtles and perceived leadership roles.
you’re perched on the bed, phone already up, grin forming before you even hit live.
jermajesty is behind you, stretched out like he’s been personally defeated by gravity. one arm draped, head tilted, watching you instead of the TV like that’s the real entertainment.
you tap “go live.”
comments start to flood in like they’ve been waiting outside the door:
“WHO’S IN THE BACK??”
“WAIT IS THAT JERMAJESTY??”
“HELLO??”
you glance back, trying not to laugh. “jaafar and marlon are arguing about little human-sized turtles.”
jaafar doesn’t even flinch. “you don’t get it-”
“nigga, he doesn’t even do nothing for the team,” marlon interrupts, dead serious.
“WHAT?!” jaafar snaps, fully invested now.
jermajesty pinches his brows, waking up just enough to be annoyed at the noise. “mama, who you talking to?”
the comments explode.
“OMG THAT WAS HIM”
“HE SAID MAMA 😭”
“IS THAT JERMAJESTY JACKSON??”
you snort. “I’m on live, bae.”
Jermajesty starts to answer but interrupted himself but the sound of something jaafar had said.
“I’m about to beat the shit out of you.”
you burst out laughing.
jaafar squinted. “why?”
“because there’s no way you think Leonardo carries the team.”
the chat is in flames.
“😂😂😂😂”
“HE’S INVESTED IN TURTLE LORE”
“THIS IS SO REAL”
you shake your head, still giggling. “ya’ll kill me.”
behind you, jaafar and marlon jr. don’t even acknowledge the world anymore. they’re locked back into the TV.
then Jermajesty starts shifting.
slowly sitting up behind you, hair all over the place, white tank, grey sweats, looking like he just walked out of a late-night dream he forgot to finish.
the chat immediately loses all structure.
“🥰🥰🥰”
“YES MA’AM”
“OUUU SHI—”
you laugh harder, covering your face for a second. “y’all not too much.”
jermajesty sits beside you now, leaning in like he belongs in the frame more than anyone else. “what are they saying?”
you glance at the screen, smiling. “they in love with you.”
he raises a brow, reading a comment, “where y’all at?”
you answer at the same time he does.
“don’t answer that.”
you snort. “it be like that? damn.”
he shrugs, a little grin breaking through. “gotta be sure.”
that makes the comments spiral even more.
“HE SMART 😭”
“PROTECTIVE KING ENERGY”
“HE KNOWS WHAT HE DOING”
the vibe is perfect chaos, laughing, arguing, cartoon turtles saving the world in the background like none of this is happening.
then you lean back slightly, sighing like the live has officially drained your social battery.
“alright… I’m finna get off.”
instant protest.
“NOOOO”
“DON’T LEAVE”
“WE JUST GOT HERE 😞”
you pout at the screen. “awe you guys—“
click.
the live ends abruptly.
you blink.
jermajesty is already holding your phone, expression calm like he just performed a public service.
synopsis: The cautionary tale of one Damien Richards. Or, what really happened in October of 1963.
warnings/notes: nothing beyond canon. You do get to find out why you hate Chester Danforth so much (beyond the obvious)
wc: 3.1k
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Interlude #3: Karma's a Bitch, Boy
karma's a bitch, boy, today's the day
say it once, let it stay
karma's a bitch, boy, no delay
what you fed it, that's what it ate
There had been others before Titus, obviously. After all, you were very old and your patron wasn’t exactly one to demand celibacy. But none of them stuck. None of them even came close. Except for one.
Damien Richards. The eldest son of the head of the high council.
He was old money. Entitled. Pompas. But never with you. No, with you he was elegant, refined, polite. He opened your doors, smiled at your jokes. Told you he believed women should be able to have any career they wished and that of course, he didn’t expect you to change. You were perfect for him just as you were.
You met him during routine business at one of his father’s companies, neither of them having any idea of your connection with Mr. Le Bail. That had been the point.
Damien had literally run into you in the lobby, an encounter—he told you later—that he had arranged, not sure how else to get your attention but desperately needing to talk to you. He’d pulled out all the stops, wining and dining you at all the best places. Whisking you away for weekend trips in various exotic locations.
None of it impressed you. How could it? But still you stayed. Continued to see him. Let him romance you. Perhaps, he was just that charming. Or perhaps, you were just that lonely.
You kept your true self hidden. Gave no indication you were anything but a wealthy heiress. Didn’t hint at your connection with Le Bail. You met his family, all smiles and warm welcomes. You didn’t trust it for a minute.
Sol joined you for dinner one night eight months into the relationship.
“He asked you to marry him.” It was a statement not a question.
You weren’t surprised they knew. You pursed your lips as you leaned back in your chair and sipped your wine. “He did.”
“You made him forget.” Amusement flashed in your oldest friend’s eyes. “Care to tell me why?”
“Because I’m not certain that he’s my choice.”
Sol arched a brow. “Then why waste your time with him?”
“I am not wasting my time,” you said and huffed with annoyance. “There’s something about him that doesn’t sit right. He’s hiding something.”
He hummed in agreement. “I’m certain he is. Is this why he knows literally nothing about you?” The knowing tone in his voice irritated you. Smug bastard.
You ran a hand down your face before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. You rarely smoked unless it was to irritate others but this situation called for it. “I want a companion, Sol. Someone that sees me for who I am and still wants to wake up with me every morning for the rest of our lives. I’m not certain Damien Richards is up to the task.”
Sol stood, smoothing out his jacket as he did so. “Our benefactor suggests you pay your would be fiancé a visit. Tonight.”
Oh.
Well, that couldn’t mean anything good.
Rather than announce your presence by arriving via the front door, you appeared in the corner of Damien’s bedroom. He didn’t notice your entrance, too wrapped up in the redhead currently sucking his cock. Or maybe it was the blonde whose tits he was fondling. You weren’t hurt. You were angry, which answered any lingering questions you had about your feelings for the vermin.
You tilted your head and observed for a beat longer before snapping your fingers. The two women exploded in a satisfying rain of blood. The crimson liquid coated your ex’s naked form, drenching the bed around him. Blood dripped from his face and he sucked in a surprised breath before he screamed. When he continued to scream, pausing only to breathe, you snapped your fingers to keep the sound contained to the room.
The Lawyer appeared in the doorway, book in hand, as he surveyed the room in front of him. His gaze found you, taking a moment to assess your well-being. Apparently realizing you weren’t emotionally compromised, he turned back to face the bed. “Unfortunate.”
You hummed in agreement and moved to stand beside him. Damien quit screaming as he tracked the movement. His brow furrowed as he saw you beside The Lawyer looking like you belonged there.
“What do you wish to do? He is leaving the matter to your discretion,” Sol said.
“Is he now?” you asked, pleased but not entirely surprised. There were benefits to being the devil’s favorite.
“Yes. The family knew. They intended to have you sign over your assets and be rid of you whether there was a hunt or not. Though they were hoping for the hunt.” His voice was even, bored, as he explained the treachery of the Richards family.
You couldn’t blame them, you supposed. They were part of a devil worshipping cult and had no idea who you really were, but you didn’t care. And evidently neither did Mr. Le Bail. They would have been in for a rather nasty surprise on your wedding night had they attempted to sacrifice you. Well, you wouldn’t want to disappoint.
“They wished for a hunt. We should give them one.”
“Quite,” he agreed. “He’ll do nicely.”
“M-Me? You’re going to hunt me? You can’t do this. Do you have any idea who I am? I rule the world. I’ll have your head, you stupid—” Damien shouted, stopping only when you waved a hand, knocking him unconscious.
“And the rest of the family?” The Lawyer asked.
“Well, we do need a reason for the hunt.” Your tone was indifferent, matter of fact.
“Are you certain? Nathaniel Richards holds the high seat.” His tone matched yours almost exactly. One would have thought you were discussing the weather as opposed to the destruction of an entire bloodline.
“They knew what he was up to. They should have known I wasn’t to be trifled with regardless of who they thought I was.” You sighed. “Though I suppose I should ask permission for this one.”
He shook his head once. “Your discretion for all of them, he said.”
“Oh.” You blinked once in surprise before smiling and rubbing your hands together. “In that case, blood or fire?”
He tilted his head to the side in thought. “Fire would be easier to explain.”
You snapped your fingers again and screams drifted to you from deeper in the house. Those in public would find themselves with combustion issues of their own later in the day. Unlike Le Bail, you preferred less questions, all things considered.
You grabbed Damien’s wrist and the three of you disappeared.
The Danforths agreed to host the hunt with no questions. After all, their property was extensive and they were loyal enough to do as The Lawyer asked with no stipulations.
Once the families had gathered, you sat in the corner while Sol stood in front of them, prepared to reveal why they had been called.
“Who is she?” Chester Danforth asked, his father telling him to be silent almost immediately after.
You turned your head to look at him. When you just continued to stare, he fidgeted in his seat and turned his attention back to the front.
“As everyone is here, we can now begin,” The Lawyer said.
“What about Richards?” Harold Wilkinson said with a sneer. “Or are we not waiting for the High Seat?”
“The Richards family violated their contract. You will be hunting the remaining member. Whoever kills him, wins the seat.”
There was a stunned silence before everyone started speaking at once, drowning each other out. Sol held up his hand and they immediately fell quiet.
“We will follow the rules of a traditional hunt. If for any reason the eldest member of the family becomes incapacitated, the next in line will enter the field. Etcetera, etcetera. Any questions?”
“How did they violate their contract?” Wilkinson asked.
Sol met your gaze ever so briefly, the edges of his lips lifting slightly. “They conspired against one of his favored.”
There was a beat of silence before Le Domas asked, “Who are we hunting?”
“Damien Richards, the eldest son.”
“And if he lasts until dawn?” Chester asked.
Sol opened his mouth to answer but you beat him to it.
“He won’t.”
Your friends eyes sparked with mirth. “My…associate will be on the field. Do try not to injure her.”
“She’s not one of the families. What are the consequences if we do?” Chester. Again. Well, he was a curious thing, wasn’t he?
“She’ll get rather cross.”
Your lips curled into a smirk as you stood. “If you’ll excuse me. I have prey to prepare.”
Damien lasted longer than you thought he would, but you couldn’t say that you were disappointed. It was just that much longer for him to live in fear. The fact you kept appearing and disappearing from his line of sight wasn’t helping his paranoia. This was the most fun you’d had in ages.
You’d also had the opportunity to watch Chester Danforth ambush his father and take the chance to be rid of him. He left the field only long enough to sign the book then he was back.
“I like him,” Le Bail whispered in your ear.
“You would.”
A low chuckle was the only response.
You had appeared before Damien, taunting him again, when white hot pain lanced through your abdomen. Your hand pressed against your sudden injury and came back soaked red with blood.
Chester Danforth stepped into the clearing, moving his weapon from you to Damien. “He’s my kill. Not yours. Mine.” And then he placed a bullet between the other man’s eyes.
Chester Danforth had just won the high seat.
“You shot me,” you said finally, your tone a mixture of disbelief and fury.
“And yet, you’re still standing. I didn’t anticipate that.” He turned his ancient weapon in your direction again.
You snarled and flames danced in your eyes. “Take your prey or die with him, Chester Danforth. We’ve had one hunt. We can always have another.”
He backed away from you so fast that he tripped over his own feet. His eyes never left you as his hands scrabbled for purchase on his prize. Stayed locked on you as he dragged the larger man from the trees and into the open where his kill could be proclaimed.
“Asshole,” you muttered only to hear that low chuckle again. “Oh, fuck you, too.”
“My father shot you?” Titus asked in stunned disbelief.
The two of you were laying in bed in your hut on the water. You curled into Titus’ side, head on his chest while your fingers traced absent shapes on his skin. His arms were wrapped around you while he pressed the occasional kiss to your head.
“He did.”
He pulled back slightly to look down at you. “Where? Show me,” he demanded, frantic as if you’d just been shot rather than merely recounting the tale.
You rolled to the side and pointed at the unblemished flesh where the injury had been. Titus ran his fingers gently across your skin. “Nothing.”
You shook your head and returned to your original position. “There wouldn’t be. It healed almost instantly.”
Titus knew that weapon. Knew the damage it could do. His sister had been using it for most of their lives. It should have torn your insides to shreds. Not for the first time, he thanked Mr. Le Bail for his blessings when it came to you.
“And he didn’t remember you because…”
You shrugged. “Le Bail protects his own. None of them remembered me once the hunt was completed.”
His hand found yours and he linked your fingers together. His mind raced as he thought of everything you had told him. Of the trip the two of you were taking at the end of the week. Of the box hidden in the back of his drawer.
“Marry me.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. This was not how he intended to ask you. He had a plan.
You jerked back to look at him, eyes running over his face. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“Is this because I scared the shit out of your father?”
He laughed and patted your back with his free hand. “Let me up, princess.”
You rolled your eyes at the nickname that had been Sol’s suggestion, telling Titus only “It’s fitting.”
You moved back, gaze never leaving him as he rolled out of the bed and headed to the dresser. He opened the second drawer down on his side and moved the clothes aside to retrieve the small velvet box tucked in the back corner.
He returned to the bed and sat with one leg folded, the other hanging off the side. Opening the box, he took out the ring and held it out to you. You plucked it from his fingers and examined it before looking back to him, a question in your eyes.
“I had a plan involving more clothing and me on one knee, but I don’t want to wait any longer.” If he was being honest, he’d admit it was a visceral reaction to hearing that you’d been shot with a weapon that should have killed you. “Say yes. Please.”
You hesitated just long enough that he started to panic. Then a wide grin covered your face and you slid the ring onto your finger. “It would be my honor to be your wife, Titus.”
He surged forward, pressing his lips to yours as he laid on top of you. Your laughter filled the air.
The decision was made to deliver the news to Chester in person. Titus had suggested a phone call. Maybe after the wedding. You’d insisted on the in person meeting with that little smile that said you knew more than you were letting on. So, the two of you headed to Rhode Island and the main family estate. Ursula was also in residence. Fantastic.
Once the two of you had placed your things in Titus’ room, he was ready to head to his father’s office. He just wanted this conversation out of the way. He linked his fingers with yours to pull you toward the door but you stopped him.
“You should do this on your own,” you told him as you patted his chest.
He blinked once. Twice. You were the one that insisted on this and now you were abandoning him to deal with his family on his own? “No.”
You smiled before kissing the corner of his mouth. “You’ll be fine. Trust me?”
“Always.” And because he did, he left you behind and made his way to his father’s study. He entered without knocking as he’d been expected since he stepped foot on the property. “Father. Ursula.”
“Titus. What are you doing here with that woman?” His father sat behind his desk, Ursula standing beside him with her hands clasped in front of her.
“That woman is my fiancée,” Titus answered with a small smile.
“Excuse me?” Fury threaded through his father’s words.
“My fiancée. The future Mrs. Danforth. So on and so forth.”
Chester slammed his fist onto the desk. Ursula startled and took a step away from him. “I won’t have it.”
“I’m afraid that’s not up to you. The union has already been approved by Mr. Le Bail.” At least that’s what you told him. And it wasn’t as if Chester could call up the devil and ask.
His father stood and Ursula stepped around the desk to put more distance between them. She was rarely the target of their father’s rage but she was smart enough to stay the fuck out of the way.
“I won’t stand for this defiance,” his father said. “I am the head of the council. I will contact The Lawyer and see that this engagement is dissolved at once.”
Titus stared at him for a moment and then he laughed. The sound was quiet at first, more of a chuckle than anything but quickly grew. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that, father. You have no idea what happens to those that get in her way.”
“Is that a threat?” Ursula snapped, taking Chester’s side as always.
Titus cut off his laughter and turned his gaze to her. “If needs be.”
She raised her arm to slap him as she had so many times before. Titus didn’t move to stop her but a voice coming from the chair in the corner of the room that had been empty moments before did.
“Don’t.” Your voice was ice cold, and Titus would swear that the temperature in the room dropped with it.
Ursula’s confused expression quickly morphed into fear when she shifted her gaze to find you sitting in the chair, legs crossed.
“How did you get in here? Who do you think—”
“Father.” Ursula’s voice held a barely detectable tremor as she moved back to stand beside him. “Perhaps we should simply congratulate Titus on his forthcoming nuptials.”
Ah. Ursula had been the one to talk to the others then, the families that you’d visited. The ones who had seen their own glimpses of who you were.
You moved to stand beside Titus, cigarette hanging from your lips. He pulled out a lighter and offered you the flame. You stared at Chester as you lit the end. And, for just a moment, his father looked horrified and Titus knew you’d shown him a flash of your true nature. The next moment his father shook it off, obviously convincing himself the flames in your eyes were merely a reflection from the lighter.
You took a deep pull of your cigarette and blew out the smoke before speaking. “By all means, call The Lawyer. I’m sure he has a few things to clarify for you.”
Titus’ lips twitched before he gave into a smile at the sight of his terrified sister and furious father. This went better than he could have hoped. He took your free hand in his and headed for the door. “We’re only here for the night, father. We’ll take dinner in our room.”
When you stepped into the hall, Titus spun you and pressed your back against the wall as he leaned into you. His lips brushed yours as he spoke. “I love you, princess. I should have known you’d have my back.”
You smiled against his mouth. “You’re mine now, Titus. You’ll never be alone again.”
The two of you were still kissing when Ursula stepped into the hall five minutes later.
summary - it’s been a couple days since the date and jack’s been avoiding her ever since. reader has been so sad that she even forgot to bring cupcakes! robby makes sure jack apologizes.
content warnings - black!fem!reader, but anyone can read it ofc!, reader is a nurse, age gap, she/her pronouns, cursing, suggestiveness, mostly crack
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a/n: do u guys think jack deserved to be forgiven??
a/n: thank you! thank you! thank you all for reading. this is the final chapter of the series! it is short but i hope it is a satisfying ending. i know it was kinda clunky when the couple got together. (as usual for my case) but i hope you liked the journey! my first series for the pitt! thank you!
summary: back at the pitt working and people are noticing the way you and robby are acting towards each other.
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Your trip to Hawaii comes to a satisfying close. You spend the last few days having fun with Robby. You went home hand in hand.
One of the first things you did after returning home was bring out your old picture frame. You place it on the end table by the window in the living room. Next to it, you set down your father's empty urn. You look at all the pictures with a smile. Your gaze lands on the one of Robby and you in your white coats. You were standing shoulder to shoulder. Your mother forced the two of you to hold hands and act like you liked each other. You're grateful for it now.
The week after your return to work, everyone noticed your change in behavior. You spent more time around the central hub and actually started to be more active with the med students. Dana could hardly believe it, you were actually cracking jokes with her instead of sulking away.
Robby steps out of a trauma and sees you talking with Dana. Your eyes meet and you give him small smile before walking away. As Robby approaches, Dana tilts her head curiously, "What exactly happened in Hawaii with you and Dr. Adamson?"
He shrugs, "I don't know what you mean. We had a nice time, she did her thing and I did mine. We spread Monty's ashes and ate some really good food."
"Nothing else?"
"Nope."
"You spend 2 weeks together and you don't notice a change with her?"
"It's just the post trip euphoria. She'll be back to normal by the end of the month."
"Talking about me behind my back, Dr. Robby?" You return to the hub, "You should know better by now."
"I wasn't saying anything bad, yet" He moves beside you.
"Pushing it." You glare at him.
Dana looks between the two of you suspiciously. This is the closest she has seen the two of you since your residencies. She bites back her smile and walks away. "Okay…"
Once she's gone, Robby looks at you, "Your place or mine?"
"For?" You stop typing on your tablet.
"Dinner?" He purses his lips.
"Mm, enticing…" You suck your teeth, "Aren't you sick of me yet?"
"I was sick of you a long time ago. Now, I can't get enough of you."
"Now you're really pushing it. Calm down." You warn, "I gotta go, my labs are back for my patient in 4."
Robby watches as you walk away. He chews on his bottom lip before looking at the status board and checking on his med students and residents.
"They are not subtle." Perlah clicks her tongue as she types on the computer.
"I think it's cute. Dana says they were like that when they were younger." Princess says.
"Really?" Perlah cocks an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah, they were two peas in a pod. Rivals to lovers~" She teases, "Dana has all the juicy stories of them."
"Then let's go listen to some." The two nurses then scurry away to look for Dana.
Later in the afternoon, Robby catches you at the North nurse's station. You feel his eyes on you as you continue to finish your charts from the morning. You can almost sense his pupils boring into your head,"Is there a problem, Dr. Robinavitch?"
"You haven't given me an answer yet. Your place or mine?" He leans over the counter.
"Yours," You give him a flat smile, "Happy?"
"Mm, I was kinda hoping to go to your place." He sucks his teeth.
"You are being quite insufferable right now." You glare at him, "And you are encroaching on my charting causing me to delay patient care. So fine, dinner then to my place. That should satisfy you now. Good bye."
You disappear around the corner leaving him behind again. He walks back to the hub and notices the a few of the nurses crowded around one end. They all seem to be infatuated with what Dana has to say.
"…She gushed about him without even knowing it. I could tell that the girlfriend was not very happy hearing how sweet of a guy he was and all the things he did for Dr. Adamson, walking her to her car at night, defended her against a specialist, having dinner with her and her parents every other weekend. But Adamson just went on and on. Robby finally shows up and the girlfriend goes, 'we need to talk.' You could just tell she was pissed. She tore him a new one outside. Called him everything but a child of God. And he was so shocked, he came back thinking Dr. Adamson said something to sabotage him for some reason." Everyone laughs as they listen, "Then, Robby starts a fight with Adamson. They bickered sure but nothing like this. He really thought she said something bad about his character."
Robby smiles as he listens to the story. Reminded of the misunderstanding and when you finally cleared it up. And what happened after the clarification. He comes around the corner and pretends he wasn't listen. "Talking about a patient, Dana?"
"Sure…" The nurses disperse quickly, she turns her head to him, "How long are you two going to keep up this little charade?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs.
"A long time, I see."
"Not too long." He sighs, "Until she's ready, I'll wait forever."
"Don't you think you've already done that?"
"Then I'll wait forever again." He smiles as you escort a patient for discharge. "You were right, she changed. It's not my place to say anything more but it's clear that it was good for her. She made a new friend, she did things she's never done before. She reconciled. With her father, with me, and with herself. It was something she needed."
Dana looks at him with a smile, "It looks like it was beneficial for the both of you. I'm happy for you two."
"Glad we have your approval," He gives her a side hug and heads back to work.
Your shift ends and you finish with your last patient, an admission to the ICU. You sign off on a few of the resident charts at the hub. You see Robby finishing up there rounds with Abbot for the night. You lock eyes for a moment and you look towards triage. He gives you a nod and continues to talk to the night attending.
"Alright everyone, have a good night." You say goodnight to everyone and walk towards triage at slow pace.
You round the curve and stop at your father's picture. You can't help but smile now, knowing the only place you'll see him now is this emergency room. Where he saw you love and hate the job. Cry and laugh. Grow and change.
"Ready?" Robby stands beside you looking at the picture.
Fall in love. and then do it again.
"Yes." You hook your arm around his. He looks down in surprise then back at you then around the hall. You roll your eyes and pull him through the doors to the waiting room.
The two of you walk linked arm in arm into the warm and humid air of Pittsburgh. You frown at the feeling but it doesn't last, changing it into a smile.
"What are you smiling about?" Robby asks.
"I'm already thinking about our next trip."
"Another trip, already?"
"Dad made an effort to go to Hawaii every year or so. Why can't I? I mean, us?"
"Okay, so you want to go back to Hawaii?"
"No, somewhere else. Where do you want to go?"
"Uh, I never thought about."
"Well, start." You tug him, "I heard Barcelona isn't too bad this time of year. Just before the summer heat."
"Another beach… hmmm"
"Okay well, where do you want to go?"
"Let me think! There's too much pressure."
"Just name a place."
"Fine, uh, Montana."
"Montana, seriously?"
"Yes, the Rockies are beautiful."
"Okay, then 2 weeks in Montana."
"It's that easy? You're just letting me pick?" He looks in shock.
"Yes, I am. I picked Hawaii." You shrug, "If it's somewhere you can imagine us going together, why not?" You rest your head on his shoulder as you walk. Robby kisses the top of your head.
You arrive to your car and turn to stand in front of Robby. "Let's eat in tonight. Buy a bottle wine. Tell me about all things you want to do in Montana."
"Mm, I can think of a few now." He hums as he steps in front of you trapping you between his body and the car.
"Oh I bet." You giggle. Your hands rest on his chest. He continues to lean forward and captures your lips in a kiss. You moan against his lips and move your hands to his shoulders. His hands rest on your waist as he presses you against the car.
When you pull away, you're out of breath. He rests his forehead on yours, "Keys?" He holds out his hand. You place the keys into his hand and walk to the passenger side.
At your house, after your bellies are full of food and wine, you lay in bed holding each other. Robby's arm is around your stomach and you rub small circles on his forearm. "Michael? Are you still awake?"
"Yes…" He mutters. He shifts his head and puts it in the crook of your neck.
"I love you." You whisper.
"I love you too." He kisses your cheek.
You exhale and close your eyes. The last bit of anxiety settling. You were on Earth. You were stable. You were home.
Summary: Jack and Nova’s connection continues to grow, and he finds that he enjoys being Nova’s “Dada.” Meanwhile, you both try to navigate the mutual attraction that you have to each other without complicating things.
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Chapter III: Goldfish and Gummy Bears
“Okay, let’s try this again, Nova. His name is Jack. J-ack. Say it with me.”
“Dada.”
“Nope, Jack.”
“Dada.”
You and Nova both give each other blank stares as you continue trying to get her to stop calling Jack “Dada.” It’s pretty clear from the stubborn frown on her face that she won’t be changing the name anytime soon. You hold up a picture of Jack from last week when you, Jack, and Nova all went out to dinner together. Nova grabbed your phone from the table, turned the camera to face herself and Jack, and snapped a million pictures. Some blurry, but some not bad at all.
It always amazed you just how smart your little girl is at her small age.
You point at the picture, “This is Jack, Nova.”
Nova looks at the picture of Jack and then you before settling her gaze back on the picture. She smiles widely at the picture while making eye contact with you, “Dada, mama.”
You sigh before realizing that you won’t be getting anywhere with this conversation. Nova had permanently solidified Jack as “Dada” in the lexicon of her mind.
You peer at Nova, who gives you a toothy grin. You scoop her up in your arms and stand planting kisses all over her face, “You think you’re slick? My smart, pretty girl.”
Nova giggles loudly as she wriggles in your arms. You finally stop tickling her as she settles herself in your arms. She stares at you for a few seconds before puckering her lips.
You laugh as the little “mmm” leaves her lips. You peck Nova’s lips, to which she giggles even more, “Love you, mama.”
“Aww, I love you too, lovebug. How about we go to the park today and have a picnic?”
Nova squeals and claps her hands, “Yay!! Picnic!”
“Sounds good. Mommy’s gonna go pack the snack bag, you go make sure that Bun Bun is ready to go, okay?”
“Otay, mommy!”
Nova walks off to go collect Bun Bun from her room, while you move throughout the kitchen to start making the sandwiches.
It doesn’t take Nova long to come back with Bun Bun. She comes into the kitchen to stand by you, “Bun Bun ready, mama.”
“Good job, lovebug. Do you want goldfish and gummy bears today?” You ask.
Nova nods her head excitedly before taking Bun Bun out of the kitchen with her. She looks at your phone sitting on the couch and whispers “Dada” to herself. If she’s going to the park, surely Dada should be going too.
Nova casually walks over to pick up your phone and taps her fingers for your passcode. She’d been watching you each time that you put that code in, so it was practically ingrained in her mind.
She slides over to the phone app and presses Jack’s contact. She only knows that it’s him by the contact photo that you had for him.
Nova presses the phone to her ear as she waits for Jack to pick up.
Inside his house, Jack sees his phone light up with your name and contact photo. It’s a picture of you and Nova smiling. He can’t control the flutters that radiate through his chest at the sight of the picture, but also the fact that you’re calling.
Every time you call, Jack gets that feeling in his chest. He’s excited to hear yours and Nova’s voices radiating through the line. He enjoys hearing Nova tell him all about what she colored at daycare or hearing you talk about new pieces that you got at the museum.
He’s down bad, and he isn’t sure what to make of it all.
He clicks the answer button as he puts the phone up to his ear, “Hello?”
There’s a quick sound of rustling before Nova’s voice comes through the line, “Hi Dada.”
Jack softens at the sweet sound of her voice. He’s practically mush whenever the little girl calls him now. “Hi, sweet girl. How are you?”
“M’good. Dada good?”
“Yeah, honey, Dada is good, especially since you called. I missed hearing your voice.” He doesn’t even recognize that he’s used the nickname.
Nova giggles, “Miss you too, Dada.”
She pauses for a few seconds, but Jack doesn’t rush her. He waits patiently, just as he always does for his Nova darling to talk.
“Dada, me and mama go to the park. Dada come?”
Jack feels the warm tears stinging in his eyes, but he has to will them not to fall. Nova wants him to come to the park with you guys. It fully brings the moment in for him that he hasn’t really lived life outside of the Pitt.
“Nova, who are you talking to, lovebug?”
“Dada,” Nova answers, excitedly.
“Oh, can I talk to him really quickly?” You ask, keeping your tone gentle.
“Otay, mama.”
“Thank you so much, lovebug,” You respond, and Jack hears you kiss Nova, to which she giggles.
You hold the phone up to your ear, “Hi, Jack.”
The funny fluttery feeling is back in Jack’s chest and stomach. “Hi, sweetheart, how are you?”
“I’m good! I’m sorry about Nova calling. You must be busy, and she’s gotten to that stage where she knows the passcode to my phone.”
You’re rambling, but Jack only chuckles softly. “It’s fine, honey. Nova can call me anytime that she likes. The same goes to you.” He pauses for a second, “So..uh…she mentioned that you guys were going to the park?”
“Yeah, I figured that since it’s a beautiful day. Nova would enjoy some fresh air.” You look down at Nova and then the phone before the pieces fall into place, “That’s why she called. Did Nova ask you to come with us today?”
Jack scratches the back of his neck, “Uhh..yeah, but if you want it to just be you, girls. I definitely get that.”
“No! I’d love to have you there…plus, I think Nova’s kind of expecting it at this point.”
“Great. I’ll meet you both there. Is there anything you need me to bring?” Jack asks.
“Nope. Just yourself,” You reply, and it’s quite clear that there’s a smile on your face.
Nova tugs on your jeans and points at the phone. You laugh softly, “Nova wants to talk to you.” You reach down to give her the phone, which she presses to her little face.
“Dada, come to the park?” She asks, rocking from side to side.
Jack’s heart clenches in his chest, “Yeah, sweet girl, I’ll be there.”
“Yayyy!” Nova squeals as she begins babbling into the phone, more than likely telling Jack all of her plans for the park. He hums and listens carefully, while asking follow-up questions.
“Okay, Nova, we’re about to head out. Tell Da–I meant Jack bye-bye for now.” Jack doesn’t miss your slip-up, and he smirks at the mistake.
“Bye, Dada,” Nova said into the phone.
“Bye, sweet girl. I’ll see you in a bit,” Jack replies. Nova lets out a quick mhmm as the line goes dead. She hands the phone back to you as she goes to grab Bun Bun.
You grab the picnic basket, along with a blanket, before opening the door for Nova. She walks out in front of you before you both head to the elevator. Inside, Nova sings to herself while talking to Bun Bun.
“Mama, Dada, Nova, and Bun Bun go to the park. Dada loves Nova. Dada loves mama,” she said, smiling at Bun Bun.
It makes your heart clench when you hear her words. You start to wonder if she’s getting to that point of wanting a father figure in her life. So far, it’d only been you and her. You often wondered what it would’ve been like if Nova’s father had stuck around, but you refused to let your baby be confused because of his own inconsistency.
You like Jack…a lot. He’d been nothing but sweet to you and Nova since you first met him. Even outside of Nova, he’d text you throughout the day to see how you were doing.
After Nova went to sleep, he’d call you, and you would talk for hours while he was on shift. Even when you’d fall asleep, Jack would wait for a while, just listening to the sound of you breathing, before he was on his next case.
The lines are starting to become murky, and it worries you. You know that Nova’s grown attached to Jack, and selfishly, you have to admit that you’ve grown attached to him too.
It was clear to you that you and Jack needed to define the terms of your friendship…relationship, or whatever it was. For Nova’s sake.
Because the last thing you wanted was for her to end up hurt.
At the park, you and Nova wait until you see Jack’s truck pulling up. He parks in the space beside you before rounding the car to greet you and Nova.
Nova is a ball of energy as she sees Jack. “Dada,” she yells, her little legs running towards Jack.
He smiles widely and bends down to wait for Nova to crash into his arms. When she makes it, he scoops her up and holds her tight to his chest. Nova squeezes him equally as tight.
“Miss you, Dada,” she whispers in his ear.
“I missed you, too, Nova,” Jack whispers back.
You almost faint at the sheer cuteness radiating from Jack and Nova. Jack walks over to you with Nova still in his arms, and you have to admit that she kind of looks like she could be his daughter.
Nova looks like she’s completely comfortable and at home in Jack’s arms.
“Hey,” Jack said as he stood in front of you. Almost naturally, he pulls you into a hug, and you can’t help how much you like having his body pressed against yours.
Subtly, Jack catches a whiff of your perfume and melts. He likes the way that your body perfectly meshes with his. He doesn’t realize how long he’s hugging you until Nova throws her arms around you both.
You laugh at the feel of Nova patting your back and pull back from the hug. You look at Jack, “Thanks for coming. I packed a few sandwiches and snacks for us.”
“S’no problem. Thank you for inviting me. Hanging out with you and Nova is typically the highlight of my day,” Jack states.
You smile, “We like spending time with you too. But we gotta get you some more hobbies, Dr. Abbot. Work cannot be your only fun thing.”
Before he can comment, Nova starts pointing at the playground set at the park. Jack sets her on the ground just as she’s about to run towards the playground. She stops to turn to you and Jack, “Mama, Dada. Come play.”
“Okay, lovebug,” You said, walking behind her. You choose to leave the sandwiches and snacks in the car in the cooler while you and Nova play. Nova takes Jack’s and your hands to walk closer to the playground.
“Slide, Dada,” Nova said.
“Okay, sweet girl, let’s do it,” Jack replies. He helps her with climbing the slide stairs, and when she gets to the top, he’s very adamantly standing at the bottom. Nova lets out a range of giggles as she moves down the slide and into Jack’s arms. She goes back around the back for her and Jack to repeat the process. Her little laugh tugs at the strings of Jack’s heart. It also moves him with how much she wants him involved in her playtime.
You take a few videos of Nova sliding down the slide.
“Mama, monkey bars,” Nova said. The three of you walk to the monkey bars, and it’s clear that Nova’s a little too short for the monkey bars. You pick her up in your arms and lift her to the bars. “Okay, bug, you gotta make your way to the other side. I’m gonna be right here to hold you up.”
Nova reaches for each of the bars as you continue holding her. You smile at the determined look on her face, and Jack moves to the end where she can see him. When she makes it to the last bar, Jack is there to help her down. She claps happily, “Dada, I climbed all the way!”
Jack holds his hand out for a high-five, to which Nova obliges, “I saw you, sweetheart! You’re so strong!” He tickles her sides, which causes Nova to let out a range of giggles.
You, Nova, and Jack go to a few of the other playground toys, and Nova insists that you and Jack play with her at all times. There isn’t a moment when the smile leaves her small face. At the end of swinging, she turns to you, “Mama, hungry.”
“Okay, let’s go get the food.”
You, Nova, and Jack all venture back to your car to grab the cooler containing the food. You grab the spare bag that has art materials in it. Without asking, Jack grabs both bags from your hand and even scoops Nova up. Heat floods through your lower belly at seeing him in this domestic role and just how strong he is.
Jack catches the heated look that you throw his way and smirks. It’s nice for him to see that he’s not the only one being affected by all of this. Soon, you find a suitable spot in the grass that’s under a shady tree and lay the blanket out.
You, Nova, and Jack all sit down. Nova makes it clear that she wants to sit between you and Jack. She places Bun Bun next to her. You open the cooler and pass her one of the sandwiches, along with a pack of Goldfish. You pass Jack the other sandwich just as your fingers brush against each other’s. You both hold eye contact until you look down with a slight smile.
Nova takes a few of the Goldfish in her hand and offers them to Jack, “Here, Dada.”
Jack has found out fairly quickly that he can’t tell Nova ‘no,’ so he gladly takes the Goldfish from her hands, “Thank you so much, sweetheart.”
Nova takes a Goldfish in her hand and holds it up to your mouth, “Eat, mama.”
“Why, thank you, lovebug. I was so hungry,” You said, accepting the goldfish. You and Jack watch as Nova offers Goldfish to Bun Bun. She moves the stuffed rabbit closer to her ear before nodding, “Mama, Bun Bun no hungry.”
“Okay, baby, we’ll feed him later on if he gets hungry.”
The meal continues peacefully with Nova continuing to supply you and Jack with Goldfish. You open the pack of gummy bears as the three of you eat them together. After you’re finished, you wipe Nova’s hands and take out the canvases that you brought.
You look in Jack’s direction, “Do you want to paint with us?”
Jack scratches the back of his neck, “Um..I don’t know, sweetheart. I don’t have a creative bone in my body.”
You chuckle, “That’s fine. It’s not about creating a masterpiece. It’s about expressing yourself creatively. I always paint with Nova because I want her to have that outlet. Most of the time, it’s just her getting paint all over herself, but as long as she’s having fun, that’s all that matters to me.”
Jack looks down at the canvas and paint before looking back at you, “Sure, I’ll give it a shot.”
You grace him with another one of those beautiful smiles that makes his heart beat faster.
You give him and Nova a little palette to put their paints in before taking out the brushes. You take out little cups and pour water into each one.
“What are you going to paint, lovebug?” You ask Nova.
“Surprise, mommy,” She responds, which makes you and Jack laugh.
“Okay then, Ms. girl, I guess I’ll just wait and see.”
You dip your brush in the paint and start applying gentle strokes to the canvas. Jack watches the peaceful routine that you and Nova fall into, focusing on your respective canvases. He looks at his own canvas in confusion until you look up and smile at him. “Remember, it’s not about perfection. Just express yourself. Whatever the canvas is telling you, even if it means just drawing a line.”
He nods before dipping his brush in green and running it across the canvas. Truly, he has no clue what he’s doing, but he just allows himself to be. It’s nice to be out in nature with you and Nova without the hustle and bustle of the ED.
Nova hums happily to herself while she keeps her painting from your view. She peers up at you and Jack before looking down at her own painting. She sticks her tongue to the side to show that she’s concentrating on her painting. Jack chuckles lowly at how serious she is. Twenty minutes pass in tranquility before Nova looks at you and Jack with a wide grin.
“Mama! Dada! Look!” She states, turning the picture to face you and Jack.
In the picture, it’s a house with three stick figures standing outside. Nova points at the stick figures, “Us!”
You glance over at Jack, who’s already staring at you. He looks back at Nova, “It’s amazing, Nova. I love it.”
You smile softly, “Yeah, lovebug, you’re so talented! Mommy’s gonna hang it up at home, okay?”
“Otay, mama!”
Nova takes the opportunity to stand up and walks over to sit closer to Jack. She gives Jack a look before climbing to sit in his lap. She looks down at Jack’s blob of a painting before covering her mouth to giggle. You look over at the painting yourself and stifle a giggle.
Jack laughs before holding up the canvas, “What? You guys don’t think this belongs in the Louvre?”
“No..it’s abstract. I’d definitely put it by the Mona Lisa,” You said, finally laughing.
Jack turns to Nova, “How about you help me to make it prettier, babygirl?”
“Otay, Dada,” Nova responds before picking up a paintbrush. She looks to Jack for his permission, and he nods as she begins painting what looks like a flower. Jack and Nova begin their own conversation, with Jack helping Nova to paint and complimenting her.
“That looks good. I think the only thing we’re missing now is a handprint,” Jack said to Nova.
They both look to you for permission as you nod. You grab a spare plate from your bag and pour yellow paint into it. You dip Nova’s hand into the paint as she giggles at the cool feeling of the paint. She presses her small palm into the paint before removing it.
“You, Dada,” Nova said, pointing at the blank spot for Jack’s hand.
Jack dips his hand and presses it next to the spot where Nova’s handprint is. Nova turns to look at you, “Now, you mama.”
“We have to check with Jack if he wants my handprint on there,” You said before turning your gaze to Jack.
He smiles at you, “Painting wouldn’t feel complete without your hand there, sweetheart.”
You chuckle before dipping your hand in the paint and pressing it on the other side of Nova’s handprint. Jack looks at you and Nova, “There. Now it’s perfect.”
You reach over to grab the wipes to wipe your hand first. Nova moves to stand, but accidentally presses her hand with the paint on Jack’s shirt. She gasps, and you watch as she begins to poke her lip out. Tears start filling her eyes, “M’sorry, Dada.”
Jack’s expression softens, “Hey, sweetie, it’s okay. I’m not mad. It’s an accident. Watch this.”
Jack takes his hand and presses it into his shirt, “See, look, I made a mess too. It’s okay, babygirl.” He uses his other hand to wipe at her face before giving her a warm smile. Nova instantly brightens up and throws her arms around Jack’s frame. He squeezes her back while you watch the display.
You mouth a silent ‘thank you’ to Jack. Nova gives you her hand to wipe off, and without thinking, you take Jack’s hand to wipe too. He stares at the look of concentration on your face and how careful you’re being with him. When you look up again, you catch Jack’s stare. From how close you are, you’re able to see all of the freckles present in his face and catch the hints of green in his hazel eyes.
Jack’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and he thinks to himself how much he wants to kiss you.
Subtly, you both start leaning into each other before you’re interrupted by Nova yawning. You look down at her, “Hey, Nova, you getting sleepy?”
“Mhmm, mommy,” She replies, rubbing at her eyes.
“Alright, let’s get this all cleaned up, and we’ll head home.”
You’re about to reach for her when Jack stops you, “I can hold her for you.”
You give him a grateful smile while gathering up all the supplies. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jack talking with Nova while she curls up to his chest. He takes Bun Bun in his hand and starts doing a voice while waving him around. Nova giggles.
Once you’re done gathering up all the supplies, you look over to find Nova sleeping in Jack’s arms. Her chubby cheeks are pressed against his shoulder, and she looks at peace with Jack. Jack runs a soothing hand down her back while rocking her gently in his hold.
“She really likes you,” You state.
“Yeah, I really like her too. I mean, I like spending time with both of you,” Jack responds. He moves to stand, and you stick your hand out to help him up. You can tell that he’s being intentional with making sure that Nova isn’t being moved too much. He settles her in his arms, and he feels comforted by her tiny breaths that go across his neck.
For a second, Nova stirs, and Jack gently shushes her back to sleep while rocking her.
You fold the blanket before sticking it in your bag. You and Jack walk back to your cars, but it’s clear that neither of you is ready for this to end. As you open your car door, Jack gently places Nova into her car seat while strapping her in. He places Bun Bun under her arm.
As he stands, you both stand in front of each other. You look nervous for a second before biting your lip softly. Jack thinks to himself how much he’d like to be the one biting your lip.
“Do you want to come over? To talk or hang out?” You ask before you cringe. “I mean, you’re probably busy. You’ve been with us all day. I don’t want to take you away from any plans that you may have.”
Jack quickly shakes his head, “Sweetheart, I’d love to come over. I told you I was a boring old man, so I’m free.” You both chuckle as you move to your door. Jack opens the car door, “I’ll follow behind you.”
Back at your apartment, Jack follows behind you and Nova, who is still asleep. You open the door and guide Jack inside. He takes in your apartment and admits to himself that he loves how comfy your apartment feels. He had decorated his own house, but it’s still missing that quality of feeling like home.
You turn to face him, “Make yourself at home. I’m gonna go take Nova a little bath and get her settled.”
Jack nods and takes a seat on the couch. He looks around the living room and spots multiple pictures of you and Nova that adorn the walls. He stands to take a closer look. There’s one of you pregnant with Nova. Your belly rounded as you cradle the bump with a soft smile on your face. There’s one of you at your baby shower with mountains of gifts beside you. His expression softens when he gets to the picture of you from when you delivered Nova.
A freshly born Nova is lying on your chest with a head full of hair as you look down at her with tears in your eyes.
“I was really nervous when my water broke that day. I think it finally hit me that I was actually about to be a mom,” You said from behind Jack. He turns to look at you as you step closer until you’re standing side by side.
“As soon as they laid her on my chest and she looked at me, it all clicked, you know? Like it all made sense, and I suddenly couldn’t imagine a world without her in it.”
Jack keeps his gaze on you, “You’re an amazing mom. I see parents day in and day out, and trust me when I say, you’re doing amazing.”
“Thank you, Jack.”
“Would you like a drink? I have a bottle of wine,” You suggest.
“Yeah, I’ll take a glass,” He replies, following behind you into the kitchen.
He glances at the fridge, which is filled with magnets and pictures drawn by Nova. He sits at the counter while you open the bottle. You pour two glasses for yourself and Jack. He takes a sip from his as he continues watching you. You set your glass on the counter while leaning forward.
“We should talk. About Nova. About this.” You gesture between the two of you.
Jack nods. A look crosses your face before you speak, “I like you, Jack. I like spending time with you, and I know that Nova enjoys it as well. Obviously, it’s kind of complicated, especially with her calling you ‘Dada.’ I just don’t want to mix things up for her or complicate anything. I’m really curious to know what your intentions are or what you think of all of this.”
Jack takes in your words. He understands where you’re coming from. You’re a single mother just trying to protect your baby from getting hurt.
He leans forward and grabs your hand in his, “Sweetheart, I wasn’t lying when I said that spending time with you and Nova is the highlight of my week. I mean, my day gets better when I get a call from either of you. I have grown attached to Nova….but I also really like you, sweetheart. You’re smart. You’re beautiful. You’re funny. I’m fine with taking this in whatever way that you want me to. If you want to just be friends, then I’m fine with that. But I’d like to explore the option of being more…if you’re open to that? I care about you, and I care about Nova. I wouldn’t do anything if it meant that either of you got hurt.”
There’s a moment of silence for you and Jack as you digest his words. Your heart thuds in your chest at his declaration of feelings for you. You look down at your intertwined hands and then back up at Jack. You take the moment to walk to the other side of the counter so you’re standing in front of him.
Jack straightens and looks down at you. He lowers his head until you’re both nose-to-nose. He can feel your breath wafting against his. He makes eye contact with you and silently asks for your permission. You nod just as he brings his lips down upon yours.
Jack takes the opportunity to bring his hand up to cup the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire from how Jack kisses you. You’re both practically gasping into the kiss. Jack loses himself in you. He spins your body so your back is pressed into the counter. He moves his lips from yours and trails them across your neck. A soft moan leaves your lips as Jack presses kisses there. He slots his knee between your open legs, and your body shudders.
He’s about to kiss you again when you both hear Nova call out, “Mommy, I thirsty.”
“Okay, lovebug, I’ll be right there,” You call back.
Jack steps back and flashes a boyish smile at you. “I should get going. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong idea.” As you walk Jack to the door, he turns to press one last kiss against your lips.
“I’m here for as long as you and Nova want me to be. It doesn’t bother me that she calls me her dad. If it makes you uncomfortable, we can find a way of working around it, but I meant it when I said that I’m serious about this. About us. Let me take you out next Friday.”
“Deal,” You said, smiling at him.
“Mommy, water!” Nova yells from her room. You and Jack chuckle.
“I’m being summoned,” You state.
Jack chuckles, “Yeah, wouldn’t want to keep her waiting. Goodnight, sweetheart. Thank you for letting me come.”
“Of course. Goodnight, Jack. Text me when you get home.”
He nods and turns to leave. He can’t resist the temptation of pulling you in for another kiss. As he leaves, he smiles to himself at the fluttery feelings radiating through his chest. He could get used to this.
You close the door as you make your way to the kitchen to grab Nova’s water. You gently touch your lips, which are still tingling from kissing Jack.
You haven’t felt like this in a while.
You hold onto that feeling as you walk to Nova’s room.
1,000 follower celebration!!
Cami's House Party!!!
thank you so much! All of you reading my fics makes me so happy!
I want to say that I do it because nobody else is going to. Nobody can read my sick mind and put it out there. I do it because I like it and I am more than happy to share it.
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So I would like to continue to give and invite you to my house party.
Find a place to be and request:
the porch- ask about my personal headcannons of the pitt, personal opinions of the show, or anything else you want to know about me (music taste, faves, etc.,)
the living room- request a character + a prompt for fluff (headcannons or drabble please specify)
the kitchen- request a character + a prompt for a moodboard! (black women will be primarily used in photos)
the bathroom- request a character + a prompt for angst (headcannons or drabble please specify)
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guests at the party (characters I have written for): Robby, Abbot, Mohan, Santos, Langdon, Whitaker, Park, Ogilvie, and King (but i will write for anybody from the pitt. park has less than a min. of screen time i'll do anything.)
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i hope this doesn't seem too complicated but here's an example if you want to play along:
I'm in the kitchen with Whitaker and would like some headcannons or a drabble about....
or
I'm in the bedroom and I caught Santos being a peeping tom
synopsis: you visit the El Caido family and spend time with Titus
warnings/notes: here be smut. nothing else outside of canon. I'm not marking for spoilers as the movie has been out long enough at this point.
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Previous Series Masterlist
Chapter Three: I'm That Witch
you can whisper, you can pray
you can try to look away
close your eyes, make a wish
open up, I'm still that witch
The car took you directly to the airport. You evidently had no desire to linger in Wilkinson’s vicinity or any business that needed doing in the area. Titus saved his questions until the plane was in the air heading to the next destination. He’d earned answers from you that helped paint a broader picture of who you were, but there was still so much he desired to know. He decided not to press. For now.
“Who’s next?” he asked instead.
“The El Caidos.”
Titus nodded. He’d expected as much. The El Caidos were the newest family to be added to the council, having signed their contracts in the last century. Beginning as a minor family, they moved up as they accumulated wealth and power. They filled the seat that the destruction of the Richards family had left vacant for over four decades.
Ignatio El Caido had become something of a celebrity in Europe. It was too flashy for Titus, too much, but he was in no position to judge what the other families did with their bargains. He had met Ignatio several times over the years, though he wouldn’t call the man a friend. A better acquaintance than Bill Wilkinson certainly, but not one Titus would choose to associate with if not necessary.
You leaned back in your seat and studied him, your gaze focused as if you were trying to solve a difficult puzzle. “I believe we could use a bit of a break before that meeting, however.”
He stilled, gaze flicking over you. He wouldn’t mind a break, truth be told, but he was in no hurry to return to his regular life. He’d become far too accustomed to spending all of his time with you.
“You’ll stay with me, won’t you, Titus?” The question was quiet, a soft smile playing on your lips.
He answered without hesitation. “Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.”
Your smile spread across your face, warm and bright. Titus’ chest tightened. He’d do whatever it took to keep seeing that smile from you.
You took a helicopter from the mainland across a turquoise expanse of ocean straight to your private island. The pilot didn’t speak, simply handing you both a set of headphones before taking his place at the controls. The island appeared on the horizon, first as a small green speck before growing larger with every passing minute. It wasn’t huge but the white sand beaches and lush vegetation gave it an almost dreamlike quality.
The helicopter touched down on a patch of smooth stone near a large colonial style home that overlooked the water. But it was a separate smaller structure that caught Titus’ attention. A hut built on stilts sat directly over the ocean, surrounded by a roomy deck connected to the shore by a long wooden walkway.
“I prefer it to the house,” you said, following his gaze. “My own personal haven.”
As you approached the main building, a figure emerged from the front door. Titus did a double take, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he recognized The Lawyer. The man was dressed in navy trunks and a loose linen shirt, sunglasses perched on his nose, a pink drink in one hand with an umbrella stuck in the top of it. He raised his glass in greeting, a small smile on his lips.
Titus blinked in surprise. “I’ve never seen him in anything but a suit. I don’t think anyone has.”
You laughed. “Well, surely you didn’t think he wore one all the time. Did you think he wore suits to bed?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t certain he slept.”
That earned him another laugh as you led the way out to the hut. The interior was larger than it appeared from the outside, with wide windows on all sides letting in the brilliant sunlight. The glass floor showcased the brilliant blue water and colorful fish below. A kitchenette sat in one corner, complete with a small refrigerator and a two-burner stove. A bathroom with a rainfall shower stood on the opposite side. And in the center of it all was a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets.
Titus glanced around, genuinely impressed. “This is amazing.”
“Thank you.” You tossed your bag into a chair. “I had it built several decades ago. It’s the favorite of all my properties.”
He rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets. “Will you be okay out here alone?”
You tilted your head, studying him with eyes that always seemed to see more than he intended to reveal. “You’re welcome to stay in the house with Sol, but I assumed you’d rather stay here with me.”
“Sol?” Titus glanced out the door to where The Lawyer lay reclined on a lounger on the deck just outside your hut enjoying the sunshine.
You smiled. “I wouldn’t let him hear you calling him that. He gets rather testy about it.”
Titus’ mind caught up with the rest of your statement and he took a step closer. “You want me to stay here? With you?”
“Only if you’d like. You’re certainly under no obligation to humor me.” Your tone was casual but there was a flicker of vulnerability in your gaze that you quickly masked.
He wanted to touch you, wanted to trace his fingers along your jaw and feel the softness of your skin. Instead, he nodded, keeping his voice as steady as he could manage. “Of course. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
You gave him that unforgettable smile again then ducked behind a wooden screen set up in the corner of the hut. “There should be a couple of drawers cleared for you on the lefthand side of the dresser,” you said.
Titus slid the top drawer open and found two pairs of trunks laying inside.
“I had those delivered for you. Hopefully they fit.”
He turned at the sound of your voice and his mouth went dry. You wore a simple black one-piece swimsuit with a lightweight cover up open over the top of it. The sight of you, all smooth skin and curves, sent a jolt of heat straight through him.
He swallowed hard and nodded. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
He unpacked quickly then changed into a pair of dark green trunks that fit perfectly. When he stepped outside, he found you on one of the loungers, a wide-brimmed hat shading your face. The Lawyer was on your left and an empty lounger sat to your right. He was certain there had only been two chairs present when you entered the hut. He shook the thought away. What did it matter really?
“There he is,” The Lawyer greeted, lifting his glass. “Drinks are on the table.”
Titus nodded and picked up a glass of amber liquid before settling himself beside you.
The day passed in a haze of pleasant conversations. You spoke of places you’d been, things you’d seen, with The Lawyer contributing his own stories. The two of you bounced topics off each other with the ease of very old friends. Titus found himself utterly enthralled, hanging off your every word.
As the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, The Lawyer’s phone buzzed making you scrunch up your nose in irritation. He pulled it from his pocket, read the message and sighed.
He stood and stretched. “I have a matter to see to. You two enjoy your evening. I’ll have a meal sent out.”
Titus watched him walk back to the main house, visibly relaxed and loose. It was strange to see the normally impeccable man be so casual but it somehow suited him.
“He works too much,” you said with a sigh, pulling Titus’ attention back to you.
“He’s dedicated.”
You hummed in acknowledgement. “That is one word for it, yes.”
You stood suddenly, dropping your coverup onto the lounger before diving smoothly into the water. Titus watched transfixed as you sliced through the surface and disappeared beneath the waves. A moment later, you resurfaced. “Coming?” you called, treading the water.
Titus followed you into the ocean, the cool water a shock against his sun-warmed skin. You smiled as he swam toward you, then turned and began to move farther from the shore with strong even strokes. Titus matched your pace, staying slightly behind so he could keep an eye on you.
“You’re a good swimmer,” you said when you paused to float on your back.
“So are you.”
You laughed. “I’ve had a lot of time to practice.”
You swam together until the sun touched the water, painting the surface in shades of gold, pink and orange. When you finally turned back toward the hut, Titus followed, admiring the play of muscles under your skin as you cut through the water.
At the ladder, you climbed up first. It was only then, that Titus saw your back clearly for the first time. Scars crisscrossed your skin. Thin lines, some deeper than others overlapped the expanse of your flesh, a pattern that showed a history of suffering and survival.
Titus’ breath caught in his throat. He followed quickly behind you, water dripping from his body as he stepped onto the deck. You reached for your coverup, but he caught your wrist, stopping you.
“What?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at him.
His free hand reached out, fingers tracing over the worst of the scars, a thick ropy line that ran from just below one shoulder blade to the small of your back. “Tell me they’re dead.” His voice was tight with a rage that surprised even him.
You blinked, confusion evident in your expression. “What?”
“The scars.” His fingers still rested lightly on your skin. “Tell me whoever is responsible is dead.”
You turned to face him completely, searching his expression. “Yes,” you said finally. “For a very long time now.”
“Did they suffer?”
Your lips curved into a cold smile. “Most assuredly.”
“Good.”
You reached up, your palm resting against his cheek. “You’re angry.”
“For you.” The words felt inadequate but he couldn’t find better ones. Not at the moment.
Your smile softened. “No one’s been angry on my behalf in a very long time.”
Titus leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “Then they’re idiots.”
You laughed. “I like you, Titus Danforth.”
“I like you, too.” More than like if he was being honest but that felt like a truth too fragile to voice. Not yet.
You stepped back, picking up your coverup and slipping it on. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Good. There should be a meal waiting inside for us.” You headed for the door, then paused, looking back at him over your shoulder. “And Titus?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
He nodded, not trusting his voice. As you disappeared inside, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He was in deep, deeper than he’d ever been with anyone, and there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Three weeks passed in a blur of sun-drenched days and starlit nights. Titus held you every evening in that bed over the water, your body warm against his, your breath soft against his skin. You’d kissed, gods how you’d kissed, your hands exploring, your lips demanding. But that was the extent of it. So far.
Now, as the car pulled up to the sprawling El Caido estate in the Spanish countryside, Titus found himself reluctant to share you, even for the span of a single evening.
“They’ve pulled out all the stops,” you observed as the driver opened your door.
Titus followed your gaze to where Ignatio El Caido waited at the top of the wide stone steps, his children flanking him on either side. Flowers in enormous arrangements lined the path, servants stood at attention and the massive front doors stood open, inviting you into the opulence within.
“They’re showing off,” Titus said in a low tone as he offered his hand to help you from the car.
You smiled, your fingers warm in his. “Let them.”
Ignatio descended the steps as you approached, arms spread wide in welcome. He was a handsome man in his late forties with a bright white smile and laugh lines around his eyes. His suit was impeccably tailored, his shoes polished to a mirror shine.
“Welcome, welcome,” he said, his accent thick but his English flawless. “It is an honor to host you in our humble home.”
Titus bit back a laugh at the description. The El Caido estate was many things, but humble wasn’t one of them.
“Thank you for having us,” you replied, your smile cool but polite.
Ignatio’s gaze lingered on your face for a moment before shifting to Titus. “Titus. A pleasure to see you again.”
“Likewise.” The lie came easily.
“And these are my children, Francesca and Felipe.” Ignatio gestured to them in turn.
Francesca was beautiful in a way that came from excellent genes and the best regimens money could buy. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she offered a slight nod. Felipe, no more than ten, stood straight-backed and serious beside his sister, his dark eyes taking in everything.
“Please come inside. Dinner has been prepared.” Ignatio offered an arm to escort you.
Titus followed, watching as Ignatio leaned close to whisper in your ear. Your expression didn’t change but Titus caught the slight stiffening of your shoulders. He’d spent enough time with you now to recognize the signs of your annoyance. His lips twitched as he reined in a smile.
The dining room was as opulent as the rest of the house. A massive table was set with silver and crystal, candles casting a warm glow. Ignatio seated you at his right hand with Titus beside you. Francesca sat across from you, Felipe beside her.
Ignatio filled your glass with a deep red wine. “I hope you enjoy Spanish cuisine. I’ve taken the liberty of having some of our traditional dishes prepared.”
“It looks wonderful,” you said as you picked up your fork.
Throughout the meal, Ignatio maintained a steady stream of conversation, his eyes never leaving your face for long. He laughed too loudly at your responses, leaned too close when speaking, his hand brushing against yours with deliberate frequency.
Titus watched it all with growing irritation. You weren’t his, not exactly, but the thought of Ignatio’s hands on you made his blood boil. Titus had held you every night for weeks, had memorized the curve of your smile, the taste of your tongue. He knew the sound of your laugh and the feel of your skin beneath his palms. And while you’d never discussed labels, the idea of sharing you with anyone, let alone a preening peacock like Ignatio El Caido, made him want to break something. Preferably the other man’s face.
“I don’t see why I needed to be here for this. I could be with Alex right now,” Francesca said, pushing food around her plate with disinterest.
Ignatio’s smile tightened. “Because, as I’ve explained numerous times, our guest wished to meet the entire family.”
“Well, she met us. Can I go now?”
“Francesca.” The warning in his tone was clear.
She rolled her eyes dramatically. “It’s just dinner. It’s not like it’s anything important.”
Your gaze moved between the father and daughter, something close to amusement in your eyes.
“Enough,” Ignatio snapped, finally losing his patience. He turned to you with an apologetic smile. “I apologize for my daughter’s behavior. She’s very much in love.”
“Is she?” you replied in a flat tone as you set down your utensils. “Perhaps we should move onto our business.”
You adjourned to a room lined with dark bookcases filled with leather bound books and heavy furniture. Ignatio offered drinks, which you declined. Once everyone was seated, save for Titus who stood slightly behind you, you got straight to the point.
“Francesca will not be marrying Alex Le Domas.” Your tone was almost bored.
Francesca’s head snapped up from where she sat on a small sofa to the side of the room with her brother. “What?”
Ignatio held up a hand to silence his daughter as he struggled to maintain his perpetual smile. “I’m sorry, would you repeat that?”
“You heard me perfectly well. The marriage will not take place.”
Francesca shot to her feet. “You can’t just—”
Ignatio snapped her name, his tone sharp and firm. “Be quiet.”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at her father. “This is my life you’re talking about. I’m not going to just stand here while you—”
“Just give me a moment to sort this out,” Ignatio forced through clenched teeth. He turned his focus back to you, his expression carefully composed. “May I ask why Mr. Le Bail would not want two of the families to merge? It has never been a problem before.”
“You are not owed an explanation, just a decree.”
His jaw tightened and Titus shifted subtly closer to you. “With all due respect,” Ignatio continued, “a union between the El Caido and Le Domas families has been in the works for years now. The contracts are signed, the arrangements made. To cancel now would—”
“What?” you interrupted, one eyebrow raised. “Would what? Cost you time? Money perhaps? I assure you the cost of proceeding would be far greater.”
Titus watched as Ignatio’s entire demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. His defiance fell away to be replaced by something close to terror, his pallor becoming noticeably paler. Eyes wide as a sheen of sweat formed on his brow.
“I love him,” Francesca pleaded.
“Francesca, for fuck’s sake, shut up,” her father snapped, not taking his eyes off you.
“I will not shut up! This is—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ignatio yelled, turning to face his daughter with a fury that finally had the girl shrinking back. He turned back to you, a fake smile firmly in place. “Understood. It won’t be a problem, I assure you.”
You hummed in agreement and gave him a nod. “Excellent. I think we’re done here.”
As you stood, Ignatio moved around the desk, offering his hand. “Thank you for coming. We appreciate your guidance in this matter.”
Your handshake was brief, professional. “Of course. Good evening, Mr. El Caido.”
Titus followed you from the room, hyper aware of the tension radiating from Ignatio behind you. Whatever had passed between you, whatever you’d shown him that the rest of them didn’t see, had been enough to bring one of the most powerful men in Europe to heel.
And gods, it was one of the most attractive things Titus had ever witnessed.
He settled into the back of the car beside you. The driver had been instructed to take you directly to the airport much to Titus’ surprise. He’d assumed you’d be spending time in country like you had in Beijing and India.
Your interaction with Ignatio had left Titus slightly unsettled. “How did you make Ignatio fall in line so quickly? I’ve known that man to argue for hours over something he believed in. One minute he was ready to go head-to-head with you, the next he couldn’t comply fast enough.”
The corner of your lips kicked up in a smirk. “I just reminded him who he was dealing with.”
One brow lifted. “That’s all?”
You shifted in your seat, angling your body toward his. “That’s all it took. He grew comfortable in his power. He forgot it was given, not earned. That it can be taken away just as easily.”
Titus nodded slowly, considering your words. He’d seen the change in real time, sudden understanding replacing Ignatio’s indignation. Whatever you’d shown him had been enough to strip away all of his carefully cultivated arrogance.
“And why is Le Bail opposed to Le Domas marrying Francesca?” he asked, the question had been gnawing at him since your announcement. “The families have intermarried before. It’s never been an issue.”
You hummed, your gaze on the passing scenery rather than him. “The Le Domas family has grown weak. The current generation lacks the fervor of their ancestors. They’ve grown complacent, content to rest on the achievements of those who came before them.”
Titus nodded. What he’d seen of the Le Domas family had left him unimpressed. They were wealthy certainly, well connected, but there was always the sense they were playing at power rather than wielding it.
“The new heirs don’t look much better, unfortunately,” you continued without prompting. “Alex Le Domas is not committed to the family or the contract. He’ll drag the El Caido line down with him.”
“But why intervene now? Why not let nature take its course?”
Your smile widened, taking on a predatory edge. “Le Bail wants a hunt. It’s time for the Le Domas family to prove themselves.”
Titus’ brows shot up. Though written into all the contracts in one form or another, the wedding hunts actually didn’t happen very often. Once every generation or so.
You studied his face gauging his reaction. “They need a reminder of what’s at stake.”
Titus leaned back in his seat, mind racing. “When?”
You shrugged. “Whenever Alex Le Domas finds a new bride. I don’t expect it will take long. He wasn’t as enamored with Francesca as she likes to believe.”
When you arrived at the jet, Titus followed you up the stairs watching the sway of your hips, the set of your shoulders. These were the moments he liked best, between visits, between families. When you were just you and he was just Titus, neither of you pretending to more than you were. You disappeared through a door and emerged minutes later wearing clothing more suitable for travel. You had on dark leggings and a sweater hanging off one shoulder. You looked softer like this, more approachable, though he knew better than to ever mistake that for weakness.
You sat across from him as the engines kicked on, preparing for takeoff. He handed you a glass of bourbon.
“Who’s next?” he asked once you were airborne.
You took a sip, eyes meeting his over the glass. “We’re finished for the time being.”
His chest felt tight. Finished. As in no more families to visit, no more reasons for the two of you to travel together. As in his time with you was coming to an end.
“I see.” He kept his voice neutral despite the sudden hollow feeling in his gut.
Your head titled as you studied him. “Do you?”
Titus took a breath, weighing his words. He could play it cool, act as if your announcement hadn’t just flipped his world upside down. Could return to his life, his responsibilities. His family. Could pretend that these weeks with you hadn’t fundamentally altered something inside of him.
But you valued honesty. Above all else, The Lawyer had said. And Titus had never wanted anything as much as he wanted you.
“Let me stay with you.” The words left his lips before he could reconsider.
You watched him for a beat then asked, “Why?”
“Because I can’t bear to be separated from you. I’m not willing to say goodbye. Not now. Not ever.”
For a long moment you were silent, your expression unreadable. Titus held his breath, waiting for your response, for the rejection he was certain would come. Then your face transformed, a smile spreading across your lips that stole the air from his lungs.
“Oh, Titus.” You reached across the space between you, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “We’re going to have so much fun you and I.”
Relief washed through him, warm and intoxicating. You wanted him. You were choosing him. The knowledge settled in his chest, a weight he welcomed.
You leaned back in your seat, pulling a cigarette from the case you always carried. Titus reached for his lighter, but before he could produce it, you held up a finger as if to shush him. A flame appeared on the tip of your finger, orange and hungry.
Titus watched transfixed as you brought the flame to the end of your cigarette, lighting it. You closed your eyes as you took the first drag, your face relaxed in obvious pleasure. When you opened them again, flames danced in the depths of your eyes.
He suddenly had a perfect understanding of what you had shown to Ignatio, of the glimpse of your truth you had allowed the man the privilege of seeing. Titus supposed he should have been terrified, should have been scrambling for safety. Instead, he found himself leaning closer, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the glimpse of your true nature breathtaking.
He was constantly astonished by you. Your mind, your power, your capacity for cruelty matched only your capacity for kindness. The flames in your eyes were just the latest revelation in a seemingly endless stream of them. He sat his drink down, his gaze never leaving your face.
“You are exquisite.” He left his seat in a single fluid motion, moving to kneel at your feet. Your eyes widened slightly, the flames dancing brighter before your normal gaze returned as you looked down at him.
“What are you doing?” you asked, voice soft.
“Let me show you how I feel.” His hands rested lightly on your knees, not pushing, not demanding.
You studied him for a long moment, your expression unreadable. Then your hand came down and your fingers traced the line of his jaw with a feather-light touch. “You can show me anything you want to, baby.”
The permission, the endearment sent a rush of heat straight through him. Titus reached up and took the cigarette from between your fingers. He held your gaze as he stubbed it out in the ashtray beside your seat.
Then he was moving, one hand sliding behind your neck as he pulled you down to meet his kiss. Your lips were soft, yielding, then demanding as you responded with equal fervor. His tongue traced the seam of your mouth and you opened for him with a soft sound that went directly to his cock.
Titus kissed his way along your jaw to the sensitive spot beneath your ear, smiling against your skin as you shivered. His hand slipped beneath the hem of your sweater, tracing the warm skin of your stomach, feeling the muscles contract at his touch.
“May I?” he asked, fingers hovering at the waistband of your leggings.
In answer, you lifted your hips to give him better access. Titus didn’t need to be told twice. He worked your leggings down, taking your panties with them, his mouth following the path of his hands. Kisses pressed to your inner thigh, your knee, the curve of your calf.
You were bare before him, exposed and beautiful. Titus took a moment to simply look, to memorize the sight of you like this. Then he bent his head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the juncture of your thigh and hip.
Your hand came down to tangle in his hair. Titus turned his head, pressing a kiss to your palm before continuing his journey. His tongue traced your folds, teasing. You made a sound of frustration as your hips shifted restlessly.
“Titus,” you said his name, half plea, half command.
He smiled against your skin, then finally, finally gave you what you wanted. His tongue delved inside you, tasting the evidence of your desire. Your fingers tightened in his hair. Titus worked you with his mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention to the bundle of nerves that had you gasping.
Your thighs began to tremble, your breath coming in short, sharp pants. Titus slid a finger inside of you, then another, curling them to find the spot that made you cry out. Your release built quickly after that, your body tensing beneath his hands.
“Titus,” you gasped, hips arching against him.
He doubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in concert as you came apart above him. Your thighs clamped around his head as pleasure washed through you. Titus worked you through it, gentling his touch as your tremors began to subside.
Before he could fully pull away, your hand was in his hair again, tugging him up. “Come here.”
He straightened still on his knees and you leaned down to capture his mouth with yours. The kiss was deep, hungry, your tongue exploring his mouth as if you wanted to taste yourself on his lips. Which, Titus realized with a surge of desire, you did.
“Up,” you said when you finally broke the kiss.
He obeyed without hesitation, rising to his feet. You stood with him, your hands going to the buttons of the shirt. You made quick work of them, pushing the fabric from his shoulders once the last one was free. Your palms ran over his chest, tracing the lines of muscle there.
“Pants,” you said, fingers working at his belt.
Titus toed off his shoes as you opened his fly, pushing his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. You were already moving, pushing him back until his legs hit his chair. He sat, looking up at you with naked desire.
You reached for the hem of your sweater, pulling it over your head in one swift motion. Your bra followed, leaving you bare. Titus couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the sight of you. You straddled his lap, your heat pressed against his erection. His hands found your hips, holding you steady as you rocked against him.
“I need you, Titus.” You reached between you to guide him to your entrance.
He caught your wrist, stopping you. “Wait.”
You paused, brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
His nose traced the line of your neck. “Say you’re mine.” The words left his mouth before he could reconsider, raw and honest.
You pulled back slightly, eyes searching his. “What?”
“Be mine.” His hands tightened on your hips. “Let me take care of you. Let me worship you. Let me stay with you.”
One hand came up to cup his cheek. “For how long?”
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
Something flashed in your eyes before your lips curved into a smile. “Yes, I’m yours, Titus.” You leaned forward, your breath warm against his ear. “Please.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. His hand replaced yours between your bodies, guiding himself to your entrance. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. The feeling of you hot and tight around him, drew a groan from deep in his throat.
You began to move, setting a pace that had you both gasping. Titus’ hands grasped your waist, helping to guide your movements, to deepen each thrust. Your forehead rested against his, your breath mingling with his as pleasure built between you.
“I’ve wanted this,” you admitted, the words broken by a particularly deep thrust. “Since the moment I first saw you.”
Titus couldn’t respond, could only hold you tighter as his release approached. You sensed it, your movements becoming more deliberate, designed to push him over the edge. When his release came it roared through him with the force of a tidal wave, his body arching beneath yours as his pleasure overwhelmed him.
You followed moments later, your body clenching around him as you climaxed. Titus held you through it, whispering praises against your skin along with promises of devotion and desire.
As your breathing began to slow, you lifted your head to look at him. “Mine,” you said, the word both statement and question.
“Yours,” he agreed when he finally found his voice.
michael 'robby' robinavitch x widow!singlemom!reader
"girl you really got a hold on me,
so this isn't just puppy love,"
me and your mama, childish gambino
tags please read: robby is not a good person, he's kinda creepy (morally dark grey?) it's just not a good thing what he's doing; infiltrates your family, trying to replace your deceased husband and the father of your children, unhealthy attachment to something that doesn't belong to him, dark(?) romance,
summary: your husband dies in The Pitt and the doctor that was trying to save his life becomes a part of your family. Your kids love him and so do you. Maybe even more than your dead husband.
wc: 7.4k
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Just hours ago, your husband was alive. He was okay, talking, laughing, and joking around with the doctors. He said he was going to the ER because he was complaining about his chest pain and told you not to worry about it. He called you to tell you everything was fine and that he was okay. Then your world came crashing down.
The doctor pulled you aside, away from your children to explain to you what happened. "My name is Dr. Robinavitch and I was one of the doctors that was treating your husband today. Are you aware of why your husband came in?"
You nod, "He said it may have been a heart attack," You voice no higher than a whisper.
"Yes, he was suffering from chest pain and we were able to catch a blockage in his heart. As we were doing emergency surgery putting a catheter in his chest to help with the blockage he went into cardiac arrest and we were unable to resuscitate."
Tears stream down your face as you listen to him. You swallow any big emotions you had as you follow along. "He… he was hurting the last couple of days. He made it seem like it wasn't a big deal." You avoid the doctor's gaze, "I can't believe this. He's just gone."
"Do you have anyone you can call to support you right now?"
"No… I uh, I have no one," You sniffle, "Not right now anyway. I need to tell my kids."
"Of course, in this room," He touches the knob of the viewing room, "we have cleaned his body for your viewing. Take as much time as you need then let me know when you're ready." He takes a step back towards the doorway of the stairwell when he sees the kids on the stairs.
A young boy and a smaller girl. Both in their teens, he can guess. The boy was older, there were no tears in his eyes but he had a stiff jaw as he tried to repress his emotions. He reminded Robby of Jake a bit. The little girl leans into her brothers hold as her lip quivers. Tears flowing from her eyes like her mother. They looked like carbon copies.
Robby stays by the entryway as you lead the kids by the door of the viewing room. Your voice is still low as you repeat a bit of what Robby had just explained. The little girl begins to openly sob as the boy's jaw shifts. His eyes are watering now. Robby can tell as the sunlight catches the glisten in the boy's eyes.
You look to Robby and nod. He comes up to the viewing room door and opens it for your family. Your heart instantly falls into your stomach as you look at the relaxed expression on your husband's face. He looked so at peace like he was just resting. Your lips twist as you look over his features. It was like all the color drained from his face. You had to remember to breath as you hoped that he would too.
Your daughter, Vivian, holds his hand squeezing it as she cried. Your son, Elijah can't bear to look anymore shouldering past Robby back out into the hall. You sniffle as you look worriedly. Robby gives you a smile of understanding, "If you'd like, I can go speak with your son."
"Could you?" You smile, "They were inseparable. I can't imagine how he's feeling right now. His name is Elijah."
Robby nods and steps out in the hall to find Elijah against the wall by the door with his knees in his chest and his head resting on his kneecaps. Robby sinks down beside him. He hears the boy sniffle and inch away from him. "It's okay to feel the way you're feeling." He speaks gently, "There's nothing wrong with grieving."
Elijah lifts his head, "He texted me 2 hours ago… I didn't even look at it." He lets out a sob, "And now he's just gone. I… I didn't get to make him proud like he wanted me to."
"I'm sure you did." Robby says, "You shouldn't beat yourself up for missing a text message. Sometimes things happen out of our control. You are human and you texting him or not would not have changed the outcome here."
Elijah pulls out his phone and opens the message. His frown deepens then he closes his phone, "I should go check on my mom." He stands up. He holds out his hand for Robby.
Robby grabs his forearm and effortlessly the young man pulls him up. Without a second glance, Elijah enters the viewing room again. Robby enters back into the ED and stands in front of the nurse's station to look at the status board.
"How is the family?" Dana asks.
"Oh you know, just lost their patriarch and struggling with the loss. The boy acts stoic already trying to step into a new role of 'man of the house.'" He sighs as he looks back in the direction of the stairwell, "I suppose they'll be there for a bit."
Robby would never tell a soul this. Not even Abbot. He thought you were beautiful as you cried. How effortless tears slid down your face with a crease in your eyes. Was it weird to imagine you looking at him the same way you looked at your dead husband in the viewing room. There was a part of him that wished he could have been beside you. To be the shoulder for you to cry on. He shakes those thoughts out of his head and goes to find the med-students to discuss the case.
After a half hour, you and your family leave the viewing room. While Robby is busy, you speak to Dana. A funeral home will be coming back to pick up your husband's body. You ask for her to pass along a thank you to Robby before leaving the ED.
Of course, Robby was already eavesdropping so he heard everything. His heartbreaks as he watches you leave. Elijah still looked upset. He wonders what the text message was about that made him clamp up again. He sighs as he disposes those feelings he had and comes to terms that he will probably never see you again.
When he justified his feelings, he should have probably included not seeing your children too.
It was two weeks after your husband passed away in the ED. Elijah and his sister are sitting in North 1 waiting to be seen. Robby recognizes the boys name and takes the case from his resident.
He knocks on the wall and slides open the curtain. There on a stool is the girl, looking just as sad as she did two weeks ago. Her eyes were puffy and tears had dried on her cheeks. Robby gives her a reassuring smile, "Hey Elijah remember me?"
"Sure, the doctor from when dad died here." He mumbles.
"I didn't catch your name sweetheart," Robby looks to the girl. "I'm Dr. Robby."
"Her name is Vivian." Elijah speaks for the girl, "Can we just move this along?"
"Okay," Robby looks at his tablet for his chart, "Alright, based on your x-ray, you definitely broke your knuckle."
"Oh my god, Eli…" Vivian winces, "Mom is gonna be so mad."
"Mom has worse things to worry about." Elijah snaps at the girl then turns to Robby, "So can you fix it?"
"Sure. You'll just need to be in a splint for several weeks. Refrain from using your hand, flexing the knuckle and such. We can clean that up for you and get you some pain meds now."
"Great." Eli says flatly.
"Hey Vivian, the two of you have been waiting here awhile. Why don't you take this," He hands her a five dollar bill, "And get you and Eli a snack. There is a vending machine in the room right next door."
Vivian hesitates for a moment then hops off the stool. She sets her large backpack down and goes to the break room to get the snacks.
Once she's gone, Robby checks over Eli's hand. "Should I see the other guy?" He puts on his gloves and opens the cart for antiseptic and triple antibiotic ointment.
"There was no other guy." Eli winces as he feels Robby put the antiseptic on his cuts.
"Oh I know. Usually a broken knuckle comes from hitting something harder than a head or any other body part. Like a wall, or concrete…"
"It was a concrete wall…" Eli winces again, "Viv and I were at the skate rink."
"No wonder your sister's bag is so bulky. So, what happened? A toddler tripped you during free skate?"
"It's my bag. She's just carrying it for me. It has some of my gear in there." He corrects, "We were practicing. Mornings is figure skating. Afternoon is hockey. I started to get frustrated and I don't know… I just lost it."
"It can be frustrating getting back to the way of life after death," Robby mutters, "But wow, practice in the summer, you two are very devoted."
"Dad drilled it into us." He sighs, "We've been on the ice since we learned how to walk. Now it feels pointless."
"Pointless? You're life is just starting and it already feels pointless?!" Robby chuckles, "It can't be all that bad. This injury isn't a career ender." He sheds off his gloves, "Look, you're not going to feel better overnight, Eli. Take a deep breath and slow down. Or else you'll start to scare people."
Vivian returns with a small bag of chips and two cans of pop. She hands one to Eli and offers the other to Robby. He shakes his head, "You have it, sweetie." He stands up, "Let me get your splint really quick."
Robby goes to the nurse's station and finds a splint for Eli. He returns to find Vivian sitting beside her brother on the bed. Eli has his unharmed hand on her arm to comfort her. Most likely reassuring her. He places the hand splint on, keeping his middle and ring finger straight and covered by the splint. "Alright, good news Viv, your brother gets to live another day."
She smiles, "Thank you Dr. Robby."
"Of course. Now you have to make sure that he follows the home care instructions so he can heal right and get back on the ice."
She nods determined.
"Alright, Eli, you'll have to wear the brace for about four to six weeks. Make sure you aren't moving it around and hitting anymore walls. You can take some ibuprofen for the pain."
"Thanks" Eli gives a small smile. Robby returns the smile and leads them to triage after Eli signs his discharge papers.
"You can come back in a month so we can check on the progress of the healing." Robby pats the boy on the back. The boy nods then follows his sister out of the ED. Robby returns back to the nurse's station. After a few minutes, Vivian returns looking around confused until she spots Robby. "Dr. Robby, I forgot. Here's your change." She hands him back one dollar and fifty cents. "Thank you for the snacks." Her smile warms his heart. It was chump change to him but the thought that she was worried enough to return it made him smile too. He takes it from her.
"Thank you, sweetie. Take care of your brother for me?"
"Yes, sir." She nods assuredly before running back towards triage where her brother was waiting.
"Sweet kids." Dana says, "They're the kids of that MI two weeks ago, aren't they?"
"Elijah and Vivian. They are… strong together. You can tell they rely on each other." He says as he types on the computer, "Continuing on after their dad died."
"Does anybody know who's bag this is?" Perlah sets down a blue backpack on the nurse's station with 'Ice Princess' embroidered on the front, "It was on the couch in the break room."
Robby sighs, "My patient's sister. I didn't even notice her wearing a bag because she had a bigger bag with her brother's stuff. She must of taken it off when I had her go in there for a snack."
"You gonna call them back?" Dana looks over her glasses at him.
"Yeah, hopefully they haven't gone too far." He looks up Elijah's information then pauses. He could call the kids back but he could call you too. If Elijah is not doing so well mentally, who knows how well you're doing. He goes to Elijah's emergency contact information and pulls up your phone number.
He dials the number on his personal phone and goes outside to call. After the second ring, he hears your voice on the other end of the line, "Hello?"
"Hi, this is Dr. Robby at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Everything is okay. Your kids were here earlier and your daughter left her backpack here."
"Oh thank goodness. I recognized your voice and thought the worst." You let out a sigh of relief. You recognized his voice. He must have left quite the impression.
"No worries. I can't discuss the purpose of the visit due to HIPAA but the bag will be here if you want to pick it up."
"Yes, Vivian already told me. Elijah… did something to his hand," You let out another sigh, "I can stop by after work to get her bag. I don't want her getting too anxious about it. Thank you for letting me know."
"Alright see you soon." His heart leaps when he hangs up the phone. He tries not to smile as he returns to work. He slides the backpack under the nurse's station counter. "Their mom will be coming by to pick it up."
Dana gives him a suspicious glance, "Please don't tell me you're crushin' on a fresh widow."
"I am not. I know better than that." He bites his lip.
Just because he knew better didn't mean he wouldn't indulge himself. He felt this magnetic pull to you and your kids. He felt genuine worry when Elijah's name appeared on the status board. He sees distraught every day but the look on Viv's face was permanently etched in his mind. He never wanted to see her like that again
Then there was you. He wanted to know more about you. Be around you. Know what your husband fell in love with. Sleep next to you and wake up the next morning—
"Dr. Robby? May we present a case to you?" A voice snaps him out of his train of thought.
"Go ahead." He diverts his attention back to work.
It isn't until 6pm that you arrive. Robby sent you a text message about coming in through the ambulance bay instead of the front door. You were dressed in slacks and a nice blouse. You must work in an office downtown. Robby smiles when he sees you and pulls out the backpack. "Here you are."
"Oh perfect!" You sigh, "I'm so grateful these were in good hands. Skates are so expensive these days."
"I can imagine. Did you skate?"
"No, my husband was big into hockey. He played in college. Elijah plays hockey and Viv does figure skating." You sling the bag over your shoulder and Robby walks with you outside. You laugh a bit, "It's funny, he was kinda disappointed that he didn't get two boys to play and he thought he could try to teach Viv but she hated the gear too much."
"At least they still like the ice. Elijah told me, they've been on skates since they were little."
"Yeah, we live in Fox Chapel and there is a pond that freezes in the winter nearby. As soon as Eli could walk, my husband got him toddler skates to run around the ice on. And then they were passed down to Viv." You suck your teeth, "It's in their blood."
"Now, Fox Chapel, that's a pretty nice neighborhood."
"Uh, yeah, I work at an architect firm downtown and my husband was a software engineer for one of the big tech companies there too… I feel like I am just talking your ear off. You were just returning my daughter's backpack."
"It's not a problem. I am happy to listen." He purses his lip, "Do you have anybody to talk to about what happened? A therapist or counselor of some kind?"
"I do! And the kids do too. Outside of that, the world seems to just keep spinning. The funeral has already come and past. The facebook messages have slowed to a trickle. Family members asking for certain stuff of his…" Your eyes look off into the distance.
"Well, if you'd like, you do have my personal number, you can call or text me about anything." Robby's ears turn pink as he waits for your response with bated breath.
"Really? That would be okay?" You look at him with a smile, "I appreciate it. You've impressed Elijah today, you know."
"Have I?"
"He's been having a hard time getting back into hockey. Today was his first day back on the ice. His dad had him going to practice over summer and he didn't know if he wanted to keep doing it. He told me he wasn't going to get better overnight so he was going to try the later camp in August… Those were your words, right?"
"They were, I mean, his coach could have said them too but I knew that he was sulking." He shrugs, "I told him something I heard when I was a kid."
"Thank you for talking to him. I know he misses his dad's pep talks and was happy to hear that." You stop next to your car on the corner, "This is me. I'll uh, shoot you a text later."
"Sure, anytime." Robby clenches his fist refraining from touching you, "You have a good night. Get home safe."
You enter the car and wave at him before pulling off. He watches your car turn down the street and disappear into traffic. He lets out a deep breath before walking back to the hospital. He imagines what your house looks like. Fox Chapel was very nice with million dollar homes. He bets your yard was huge, and secluded, surrounded by trees. Private driveway away from the street. A big house that had to have at least 3 bedrooms… He could look it up but then that would ruin the surprise when you subsequently invite him over later on. He can't be impatient.
Months go by and your relationship with Robby grows. You text him every so often through out the day. You told him about the meaningless things. A meeting running too long, boring you out of your mind. Or a picture of lunch from the bistro next to your firm. Then you started sending him videos of your kids during their training camp. Vivian landing a triple axel or Elijah finally getting comfortable back on the ice.
You came with Elijah to his follow up appointment in the ED. His knuckle was feeling better so he took off the splint. That week he was back on the ice and you sent Robby a video of it. The first of many. Robby does the check up and you feel yourself getting nervous watching him.
You hadn't felt this way in decades. There was the butterflies in your stomach with the squeezing guilt in your heart. Like what you were doing was wrong. It was only a month ago that your husband passed away.
But you didn't stop and things started to get even more personal. You were calling him at night after your kids had gone to sleep. You'd be sitting on your couch with a glass of wine and talking for a few hours before bed. He had you smiling at your phone. Wishing you good night and sending you good morning the next day. Was that so bad?
On his off days, he would come with you to the ice rink where they practiced. You would all go out to dinner afterward. He would buy you all ice cream on a hot day. He was filling a deep whole in your heart with such finesse. You could almost forget the ache in your heart your husband left behind.
One night, you were left by yourself; your kids both had plans with their friends and chose to spend the night away from home. Your house was too big to be there alone. You text Robby to ask if he has any dinner plans and if he'd like to join you out for the night. You emphasize that it would be casual and that you just didn't want to be alone at home. Not that anything was wrong at home it was just lonely. Not that anything was wrong with being lonely you just hated being alone. He responds before you ramble on a paragraph more. "Yes, I would love to. I get off work at 7" He simply writes.
Fireworks shoot off above your head at the acceptance. You smile at the message and respond, "I'll meet you in the park across from the hospital. I know a place we can go." He sends a thumbs up and you take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves.
At 7, you sit on a bench and wait for Robby to get off work. You see him approach the bench and you can't help but smile. You can only see his silhouette under the park lights until he gets closer but there he was "Good evening, Doctor."
"Good evening." He smiles, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting."
"Not at all. I hope you're hungry." You bounce up from the bench.
"Famished." He pats his stomach. "Lead the way."
The two of you walk side by side. You talk sheepishly about your day. Usually you were in bed, talking on and on over the phone. You assumed he was probably preparing for bed himself, not really paying attention. But as you talk you feel his eyes on you. They rarely leave you to look ahead.
You arrive at a small hole-in-the-wall dive bar just a few blocks from the hospital. "I know it doesn't look like much but this place has the best cheese bread I've ever head. With a pint of beer it's basically heaven."
"I'll take your word for it." He opens the door for you.
It was small with an antique looking bar with old brass stools attached. A few booths line the far end and high tables surround the televisions as they play a baseball game. You lead Robby to one of the booths and order the bread immediately.
"Did you come here often with your husband?" He asks.
"Uh no actually." You hold back a laugh, "I had an internship on this side of the river when I was young. I'd be so high strung, I'd wander into whatever place would take me. I stumbled upon this place and fell in love. It was my little secret. He, uh, he never knew about it."
Robby refrains from smiling. You invited him in on your private place. A place your husband didn't even know about. What did that make Robby?
"I'm happy that you let me in on your secret."
"It's not that big of a deal," You wave it off, "It's near the hospital. I didn't even think about it until… uh— it doesn't matter. What are you drinking?"
"Whatever is on tap is fine" He purses his lips.
You stand up quickly and go to the bar to order. You rest your hand on your cheek as you feel your face burning up. An innocent invitation became more complicated. Well, it wasn't that innocent. You were thinking about Robby. You wanted him to keep you company because you have no one. You wanted Robby.
You are brought back to reality when a home run is hit and the bar patrons shout in excitement. The bartender sets down the two pints and you take them back to your table.
When you return, the cheese bread had arrived and the two of you dig in. Robby moans in satisfaction, "You're right it is delicious."
"I am glad you like it!" You say as you chew.
As you eat, you start to feel the buzz of your beer. "So, Dr. Robby, you would consider us friends, right?"
"Yes." Even though he felt it starting to become something more.
"Okay, tell me your juicy deets. I feel like I'm the one always talking."
"Well, I like listening to you."
It almost doesn't register to you. A passive flirtatious comment. You bite back a smile, "You won't get away that easy. So, tell me what was your last long term relationship?"
"Does the kale in the back of my fridge count?"
"Absolutely not." You giggle.
He leans back and sighs, "They, uh, don't usually last that long. I've kinda been on my own recently. I like it though. Being alone… with my thoughts."
"Convincing."
He shrugs as his defense, "I have friends to keep me company."
You give him a knowing smile, "Right, friends that bother you for dinner after a 12 hour shift. Who wouldn't want friends like that?"
"I would. It gets me out of my comfort zone."
"Oh yeah? A dive bar on a Friday night is out of your comfort zone?" You gulp down more of your beer.
"Being social is out of my comfort zone." He leans forward, "Listening, instead of talking. I find excitement in what you consider mundane."
Your heart feels like thunder in your chest. Your face and neck burned hot. You tap your nails against your glass and you take a breath, "I think you're trying to say that I'm not boring, but I'm not too sure."
"I am! I am, I promise." He nods, "I wouldn't hurt your feelings on purpose. Not after you showed me your holy grail."
"Greasy cheese bread is not my holy grail." You laugh.
"Well, now it's mine. I am telling everyone about this place."
"No! My secret spot. You can't." You pretend to pout, "I don't want this place over run with twenty-somethings."
"Weren't you a twenty-something when you found this place?" He chuckles.
"Stop ruining this for me!" You rest your head on the table.
The two of you continue to laugh and drink the rest of the night. You drink a way more than Robby does and feel your tipsy turn to drunk after your 3rd pint. As soon as you step out into the humid air of the August heat, you realize how fucked you were.
"Shit." You mumble, "I really don't want to leave my car here." You open your phone to order an Uber.
"I can take you home." Robby sees you stumble and holds your waist to keep you upright, "Give me your keys."
"Are you sure? I'd hate to trap you at my house." He wouldn't mind, "You can stay the night. I can take you home in the morning to make it up to you."
"It's fine." He takes your keys from your hand, "Let's just get you home in one piece."
You guide Robby to your car and he helps you into the car. You can smell his cologne on his skin. It has faded from the day but you could still get a whiff. It was less pungent than your husband's. A woody musk like rain in the forest. Where as your husband smelled like squeaky clean soap. It would give you a headache with its potency.
Your address is put in the GPS and you watch Robby drive you home. He was similar to your husband. Smart, responsible, and kind hearted but there were things that set the two of them apart. The way he listened so intently to you. He looked at you with soft eyes compared to sharp ones you were used to. You imagine what it would be like to see those eyes looking down at you in bed…
You quickly turn your head to face the window and roll down the window to get some air. You take a few big gulps as you try to swallow your arousal. You should not be thinking those thoughts just a month after your husband died.
You arrive at you home and direct Robby to just leave the car in the drive way instead in one of the two garages attached to the house. Robby was right, your house was just as big as he imagined, possibly bigger.
He helps you out of the car and he unlocks the door for you. He takes it all in looking at all the decorations. In the foyer are several family photos. School pictures, vacations, sports, graduations. "You've got a master's?"
"Uh huh, MBA, I went back to school when Viv was in kindergarten. We were going to school together." You smile. Robby follows you to your vast open concept kitchen, "Now this is my holy grail." You pour a cup of water and chug it, "It took a year of convincing my husband and another year to complete it."
Robby looks around the room at how nice it was, "I can definitely see why it is." A place he could get used to.
You pour him a cup of water as well, "Here, let me show you where you will sleep." You beckon him back to the foyer. A door sits at the bottom of the stairs. You open the door, "This is the guest bedroom. It has a bathroom attached so you don't have to worry about getting lost in the middle of the night."
"Thank you." He looks into the room then up the stairs. "Can you get up the stairs by yourself?"
You purse your lips and squint, "Good question. Let's not risk it." You slide your hand around Robby's back and his hand holds your shoulder. The two of you take to the stairs slowly. You nearly fall towards the top.
"Down this way is my room." You point Robby in the direction. He opens the door to find that your room is about twice the size of the guest bedroom. Your bed was massive.
"Wow…" He mumbles.
"I know, it's a king size. My husband insisted on it. I practically drown in it all by myself." You giggle. Robby sets you down on the bed and helps you out of your shoes, "God, you are so kind. How am I gonna repay you?"
He can think of a few ways but he doesn't say anything. He sets your shoes to the side and looks up at you. You rest your hand on his cheek and rubs your thumb over his scruff. Robby licks his lips. He doesn't want to interrupt your train of thought right now.
You lean down and press a kiss onto his lips. He hesitates before hold your wrist keeping you close. You deepen the kiss before pulling away, "We can't…" But you don't move away. You move in again, you pull him up to sit beside you as you two continue to kiss.
"It's okay, you're drunk. Emotions are running high." A kiss. "We can just hold each other." You're not stopping him; another kiss. "Pretend this never happened." He helps you swing your legs onto the bed and crawls between them as you move to the center of your bed.
You moan into his mouth as you continue. It's been so long since you've been touched. His fingers ignites fire on your skin. He moves down and kisses your neck. Your hands move to chest then over his back and through his hair.
"Michael~" You moan.
Robby moans in response. The first time you call him that is when he is on top of you, in your bedroom. You will be the death of him.
He starts to undo your blouse and underneath is a black lace bralette underneath. His kisses down your chest and sucks on the fat of your breast peeking under the lace. You sit up and rip it off. You then pull off Robby's shirt and kiss his neck to his chest. He grabs your shoulders and lays you back down, "Tonight is all about you." He kisses down your stomach and takes off your pants and underwear.
You black out the rest of the night. You wake up the next morning to Robby laying beside you. The both of you naked. What have you done? It hasn't even been 6 months since your husband died and you already have a man shacked up in your house. You feel the guilt in your chest but you can't bring yourself to cry. You stare at Robby's back and smile as you think back to the night before. You stay there for a few minutes more before getting dressed in fresh clothes and leaving the room.
Later in the morning, when Robby wakes up, he has a sick smile on his face. The feeling of your lips were still on his. He replays the night before over and over in his mind. He gets dressed again and comes down the stairs and finds you are silently cooking in the kitchen.
Robby sits at the kitchen island, "Good morning." He speaks up.
"Good morning, avocado toast or lox on a bagel?" You hold out two plates
"Lox please." He takes the plate from you to see along with the bagel is some scrambled eggs and bacon. "Thank you."
Neither of you speak as you eat together. You have no idea what to say. You wonder what was he thinking about? You can explain it to him that you have been lonely and that was reason you were so forward. You didn't want to ruin this relationship. You liked Robby.
But you had no idea that Robby liked you too. More than that. He wanted to do more things with you— to you. In the corner of his eye, he watches you fidget as you panic internally. He decides to speak, "Look about last night, you were drunk. You didn't have control of your impulses and that's okay. We can forget it even happened." He was never going to forget.
You swallow your bite of food, "I am really sorry about that. I don't usually get drunk like that. It's just been a while since… you know."
He smiles, "It's okay. It's all a part of a process."
You smile in return, "You are so kind, Robby. It's ridiculous."
"I am here for you. Also, you still kinda need to take me home so I don't want to burn the bridge too soon," He jokes. You laugh and pat his shoulder.
"Finish your breakfast and I will take you home." You finish your own food and place it in the sink.
Your relationship stabilizes after that but Robby doesn't want to take any chances. He gives you your space and only answers when you call. It wasn't often, you seemed to scare yourself with your behavior. But your kids were none the wiser which meant they had no ill-will with Robby.
In the middle of November, Eli sends a message to Robby. He got the man's phone number off of his mom's phone. He invites Robby to one of his hockey games during the month. Robby agrees to come.
At the rink, he looks around and doesn't see you around the stands. He comes over to the home box and finds Eli. "Robby! You made it!" Eli beams reminiscent to your own smile.
"Where's you mom?" Robby asks.
"Oh, Viv got sick so she's at home."
"Oh no, does she need anything?" He asks.
"It's a fever but mom says she's doing okay now." Eli says. "The game is about to start. I'll see you after." He puts on his helmet and the teams both get on the ice.
For a high school game, it was still an impressive game. Eli's team won 2-1. Due to Eli's size and speed, he played center. Robby remembered the boy mentioning that he was put in the new position for the season. And as you had mentioned a few of the mom's were not too happy about it since he had missed the camp with the rest of the team earlier in the summer.
Outside of the rink, Eli comes out and daps Robby pulling him in for a hug. "Thanks for coming, Robby. What did you think?"
"You are incredible, kid. I've never seen action like that. You have killer control." He pats his back.
"Thanks, coach is going to call some scouts from Toronto and Michigan. He thinks I have some potential."
"You definitely due. Your dad would be proud."
Eli doesn't respond to the statement and just smiles. It quickly fades when he sees a vehicle drive up. "Eli, sweetie, I am so sorry. My car is all filled up. Will you be okay getting home?"
"Uh—"
"He'll be fine. You have a good one." Robby squeezes his shoulder and waves the woman off. "Don't worry, kid, I'll take you home."
"That happens more often than you think." He mutters.
"Don't let it get to you. When you get to college, you'll be with teammates that will support you without the drama. Let's get some soup for your sister before we go home."
"Thanks Robby." Eli smiles.
In the car on the way to your house Robby speaks, "How is your mom doing?"
"She's doing okay. She's been looking kinda nervous recently though. She stares at her phone alot."
"I hope everything is okay."
"I'm sure it's fine. She likes to overreact about things. She never lets herself have fun."
"How come?"
"My dad…" Eli stares ahead into the darkness, "He had an image he wanted us to uphold and my mom was like a caged bird. The only time she ever looked happy was when he was away. At the rink or at home if he wasn't there she could be herself." He looks down at his own phone, "Even as he was hurting, he texted me to make sure my mom dropped us off on time to camp. She was worried about him and he could care less."
Robby just sits and listens.
"I can't remember the last time he said 'I love you' to her." Eli shakes his head, "I don't want to end up like him."
"You know not to." Robby speaks, "You see it now and know that isn't the way a woman you love should be treated."
"Yeah, it should be how you treat her."
Robby blinks a few times.
"I see the way you look at my mom, I'm not stupid. You listen to her talk and you laugh at her cheesy jokes. She's able to be herself around you. I think she feels like she's betraying my dad but I don't really care. I think she should."
Robby bites back a smile then chuckles, "Is this you giving me approval?"
"I guess so. You already had Viv's approval when you started coming to her practices. Dad wouldn't even do that."
Soon they arrive to your house. Eli takes his gear out of Robby's car and opens the garage door. "Thank you for the ride, Robby."
"Anytime kid." He smiles as they enter the garage and find you and Viv on the couch in the living room.
"Robby! Hi, what happened?"
"Rochelle, fucked me over, again." Eli sighs.
"Language, Eli." You hiss. "I'm sorry to that happened. Robby brought you home?"
"Yeah, he came to my game. It was nice that someone was there since you weren't able to come. We brought soup home for Viv."
"Oh how sweet. Thank you, Robby."
"Thanks Robby!" Viv gets up and takes the soup from Robby.
"No worries, you look better already, sweetie."
"Is it bad that I was hoping to get worse so I could go to the ER?" She asks.
"Yes. Very bad." He chuckles.
His eyes then land on you. You are already looking at him. Neither of you say a word. Your eyes tell him everything. You want him to stay. He wants to stay.
"I'm going to shower." Eli rushes up the stairs.
"Wash your hair!" You shout after him.
Viv walks out of the kitchen with a big mug, "I'm going to eat this upstairs and take my medicine. Goodnight Robby! Goodnight Momma!"
"Goodnight…" You both say.
You stand up, "Would you like to sit in the sunroom with me for a bit before you go?"
"Sure." He follows after you through the breakfast nook and into your indoor patio space. Although it was cold outside, it was insulated and warm inside. You sit on the couch and pat the cushion next to you.
"Thanks again for bringing Eli home. He feels guilty when he has to Uber home." You pick at your nails.
"Of course, he doesn't deserve that kind of treatment." He looks out in your yard at the fresh snowfall.
"Yeah, those women think they're building the next Penguins team."
"Training team." He mutters.
"I say that too," You laugh for a moment then turn to him, "Robby, I… I wanted to talk about the other night."
"Oh. Look, it's okay to have extreme feelings during grief especially when you're drunk—"
"I don't want you to explain it away. I don't want to run away from what I was feeling." You shift your body so you're facing him, "I like you, Robby. I enjoy your company, the way you are with my kids, and I am attracted to you. It felt like a betrayal because you aren't like my husband but I think that's why it doesn't affect me in a visceral way either; You make me feel like myself in a way I haven't been in a long time. My kids see it too. They think I'm fun." You laugh at yourself, "They never thought that before."
He laughs with you, "I am happy I can do that for you." He places his hand on the side of your face. "Because I can't stop thinking about that night. I could never forget it."
You lean in and capture his lips in a kiss, "Me neither. It was driving me crazy." You go back in for a hungrier kiss. You draw closer to him as you two continue, "I don't think I can live without you, Michael."
He smiles as he feels a chill down his spine. "I don't think I can either."
Some time in January, at work Robby takes a half day, Abbot comes in to cover him, "What is the occasion?" He asks.
"I am going out to Fox Chapel to play some pond hockey for a bit." He packs up his things, "I'm going to go change."
Abbot furrows his brows, "Fox Chapel? Who do you know out there?"
"His new girlfriend." Dana whispers.
Why has his friend never mentioned this new girlfriend? Abbot leans into Dana, "Who is she?"
"A patient's widow from over the summer. He won't talk about it but I've seen her coming and going more and more often." She whispers, "He said every thing was fine but turned around and is involved with her family."
"Family?"
"Two kids. High school hockey star and a figure skater." She says.
Abbot feels his stomach sink. He's heard this story before. A family, a big house, two kids. Robby was living a life that didn't belong to him.
Robby comes out of the bathroom changed and heads out through the ambulance bay, "Have a good night guys." Abbot follows after him.
Before he can speak, he sees a car pull up to the door. You roll down the window and smile, "Hello Handsome." Robby leans in and kisses you.
"You guys ready?"
The back window rolls down and a teenage boy sticks his head out, "Ready to dust your ass old man."
"Uh oh. Better put your money where your mouth is kid." He points the walks to the other side of the car.
You notice Abbot and smile, "We'll bring him back in one piece, promise."
"Speak for yourself." Eli retorts.
"Thanks Abbot!" Robby shouts from the passenger seat and you drive away.
Abbot watches on in displace. The stars had aligned and put Robby in the perfect position to take that family. Abbot didn't know if it was admiration, jealousy, or disgust that he was feeling at the sheer audacity Robby had.
It was his family now.
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thank you for reading! likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
summary: a little girl from the PTMC daycare keeps finding her way to the ED. Jack allows the girl to stick around because he finds her mom very attractive and wants to see her again.
tags: unrealistic negligence of an early education facility, (the hospital would have been on lockdown irl this little girl wouldnt have made it off the floor)
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After the midnight rush of DWIs, the night slows down enough for Abbot to catch up emails and on the computer. He types away in the draft and schedules each of them to come in all at 8am and every 30 minutes after. Admin likes to waste his time so he likes to give them a head ache too.
As he continues, just in front of the nurse's station, he sees a little girl wandering past. She was very small, probably preschool age. Her hair in a ponytail and was dawned in a matching pajama set. She must have come in with her mother and ended up lost. Hopefully someone— a nurse— will help her back to the respective room. He then grabs an tablet and goes to one of the North side rooms to discharge a patient.
After he escorts the patient through the triage doors he passes the Pediatric room and notices the little girl from before. She stands by the wall and traces the mural of the woodland animals. She hums a nursery rhyme in a similar tune to "Mary Had a Little Lamb."
Abbot stands at the door and looks in either direction. He looks in either direction then Dr. Ellis quicksteps past him. "Hey Ellis, do you know if any patients are missing a kid?"
"A kid?" She backs up and looks in the room, "Definitely not. Should I get security?"
"Not yet. I'll find out more. Go ahead." He dismisses her and enters the room.
The girl hears his foot steps and looks up at him curiously. "Hi."
"Hi, I'm Dr. Abbot. What is your name, sweetie?"
"Miracle." She turns back to the fox on the wall.
"What a pretty name." He kneels down beside her on his good knee, "Are you here with your family?"
She shakes her head, "I'm here all by myself."
Abbot purses his lips in worry, "Oh yeah? How did you get here?"
"The elevator." She smiles, "I remember the fox from last time and came down all by myself."
"The elevator…" He thinks for a moment. He notices on her chest as a name tag. Similar to his badge was a photo of Miracle and the words PTMC childcare center. Miracle was not a patient or a child of one but a child of an employee at the hospital. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Well, this is a long way from where you belong isn't it?"
Miracle shrinks and clasps her hands together, "I didn't mean to."
"It's okay, sweetie but we'll need to take you back. Don't want your people to worry right?"
"Uh huh." She nods, "My mommy works in the hospital. She helps really sick people."
"You know, I do that too." He smiles, "Why don't we go sit somewhere and call your mommy? Let her know you are okay."
"Okay!"
Abbot stands up and holds out his hand for the girl to hold but she instead holds up both of her arms with the expectation of him to pick her up. He smiles and obliges, carrying her back to the main nurse's station. "I think I know where some stickers are that you can have. Do you like stickers?"
"Yeah!" She squeals.
Miracle had a smile that could melt the coldest hearts. As they walk, she rests her head on Abbot's shoulder. He tries to steel his resolve but his heart swells at the feeling of her little head on his shoulder.
"Oh my, who is this little one?" Lena smiles at the girl.
"This is Miracle. She is a long way from the daycare upstairs."
"Oh Geez. I heard the bathrooms are broke down on their floor so they have to go to a different one." Lena says, "No wonder this little lamb got lost." She pinches the little girl's cheeks. An infectious giggle comes from the girl as she squirms in Abbot's arms.
He sets her down on a stool and takes a look at her tag. It had her full name on it with a phone number underneath. He recognizes it as the ICU floor. He dials it on the office phone.
A soft woman's voice answers in a quiet tone, "ICU?"
"Hi, this is Dr. Abbot here in the ED. I have a sweet little girl named Miracle down here lost from the daycare."
"Oh my god." He can hear the woman panic. Faintly, she tells her colleague, "Thank you Dr. Abbot. I will be down in just a moment."
Before he can respond the line goes dead. It must have been Miracle's mother on the phone, "Good news, Miracle. Your mommy is on the way."
"What about my stickers?" Oh right…
He snaps and opens a random junk drawer and finds some stickers in the bottom. "Here you are."
She takes them from him and rips off one and places it back on his hand. He smiles down at the sticker.
Just a moment becomes a long while as Abbot and Miracle wait. Although young, Miracle was able to keep herself entertained at the desk. She ran out of stickers and Abbot's arms and face had run out of surface area. His staff laugh and take in the adorable sight of Abbot with the little girl.
"Miracle! Oh thank god, you're still here."
"Mommy!"
Abbot whips his head around and feels his heart leap out of his chest. You come flying down the stairs and jog over to the nurse's station. He can't take his eyes off of you as you come around and pick up your daughter.
"What were thinking coming down here all by yourself?"
"I wanted to play with this fox on the wall."
You shake your head and move your eyes to Abbot's sticker riddled body. "Hi… you must Dr. Abbot."
"You'd be correct." He holds his hands behind his back, "Miracle was keeping me company down here."
"I can see that," You giggle, "You have discovered her obsession with stickers. Sorry."
"Not a problem. Anything to keep her entertained."
"I appreciate it. I really do. She has gotten into this adventurous stage of wandering off and I can barely keep up. I'm glad you were able to keep her occupied." Your smile was just as criminal as Miracle's.
"She's welcome back anytime." He waves it off as he tries not to stutter under your sweet gaze.
"Alright then. Say bye to Dr. Abbot, Miracle."
"Bye Dr…. Abby." She giggles.
"Dr. Abby? You're so silly." You tickle her side then you look at him again, "Bye Dr. Abbot."
"Bye Dr. Abbot." Miracle waves as you carry her back up the stairs to the daycare center.
Abbot watches you go with a longing look. He looks down at his arms and chuckles before he starts to meticulously peel them off. It takes a few minutes to do, a few of the stickers leaving a mark.
He thought that would be the last time he would see you and Miracle. The next night, he looks in the Pedes room longingly before continuing on his way back to the hub.
He stops short just a few feet. Then backtracks and looks into the break room to find a familiar figure. Little Miracle was squatting down in front of the vending machine looking through the slot in the bottom.
"Hungry?" Abbot enters the room.
Miracle sheepishly withdraws from the machine and clasps her hands together. A tell that she did when she thought she was in trouble. She looks at the machine then back at Abbot.
"It's okay." He holds his hands out to her. She approaches him quickly and jumps into his arms. He lifts her and rest her on his hip. "It's a bit late for a sugary snack. How about… some goldfish?"
She nods quickly. He smiles at her and opens one of the pantries where some small snacks were available. He grabs out a package of goldfish and hand them to the little girl. Then he takes her back to the nurse's station.
"Little Lamb!" Lena smiles when she see the little girl then the smile turns shit-eating, "She's taking a liking to you, Abbot."
"She was just hungry. She probably saw the vending machine from the last time she was here." He sets Miracle down on a stool. "You are real sneaky, aren't you?"
Miracle shakes her head as she smirks. She continues to eat her crackers without a word. She was very cunning for her age. Able to get away from the daycare staff and get down to the ED without arousing suspicion of being alone. You must really have your hands full with her.
You were a single mother working as an ICU nurse. You transferred from an ICU clinic out of state due to your toxic ex, Miracle's dad. You had taken the job at the PTMC due to their 24 hour daycare program. You were able to spend time with your daughter during the day and without support at home, she would need to come to the hospital to sleep for the night. It was only a few nights a week so it was hard not to pass up.
Not that Abbot knew your situation. It wasn't like, after that night he met you, he asked one of the medical assistants about you during an ICU transfer.
He picks up the phone and dials the ICU line. "ICU?" It's you again. Speaking softly. A mental image pops up in his mind of you speaking that way to him in the morning.
"Uh, this is Dr. Abbot in the ED."
"Hi, are you looking for a bed?"
"No, actually, I have Miracle down here. She seems to have gotten away again."
"You're joking…" You grumble. You mutter to your coworker again. "i've gotta go… the ED… Miracle… yeah again… unbelievable i know…Are you still there Abbot?"
"I am."
"I'll be down in a minute. I am so sorry. See you soon." You say defeated.
"See you…" The line goes dead and Abbot turns his attention back to Miracle.
She spins on the stool without a care. She finished her goldfish while he was on the phone. He grabs an office chair and sits beside her, "Miracle, your mommy is on her way."
She beams at him, "Yay."
"Do you come down here because you like when you mommy comes to pick you up?"
Miracle shakes her head, "My mommy picks me up all the time. I like when you pick me up and we play."
He leans back, "I see. But Miracle, your mommy and I are busy working. We can't play all the time you know that, right? It's night time and you need rest. So while we work, you sleep."
"But I can only see you at night time. Mommy said so."
Abbot chuckles, "What did your mom say?"
"You work night time at the hospital so that means we can only see you at night time. We can't come in the day time."
"Do you ask to see me in the day time?"
She nods. "You are fun to play with."
"You are fun too." He boops her nose, "Do you like to draw?" She nods rapidly. "How about you draw something for us to put up back here?" He grabs some printer paper and some colored pens from the cup of supplies on the desk.
"You draw too." She hands a pen to him.
"I'd love to sweetie but remember what I said? I have to do my work. It's so I don't get in trouble. Ms. Lena will keep an eye on you."
Miracle pouts like a kicked puppy. It tears Abbot's heart to shreds to look at. He bites down on his bottom lip before looking away. Be strong, be strong, he repeats the mantra as he walks away.
It doesn't take long for him to return though and at the same time that he is back at the nurse's station you come jogging down the stairs. "Hello again," He smiles at you.
"Hi," You return the smile and look at Miracle, "She is going to become a permanent resident by the end of the week down here. C'mon little mama."
Miracle jumps from her stool and hides behind Abbot's legs. "No."
You let out a huff and smile awkwardly, "Heh, Miracle, sweetie it's time to say goodbye to Dr. Abbot."
"No." She grabs onto him. She touches a part of Abbot's prosthesis, she hesitates then moves to wrap both her hands around his other leg.
"God, this is so embarrassing." You mutter then you look up at Abbot, "I'm sorry, she is cranky at this point."
"That's okay." He chuckles, "How about I walk her with you to the daycare?"
"Oh, no it's fine. I'm sure they need you down here being the shift attending and all." You tighten your lips. You didn't mean to reveal that. You may or may not have asked a medical assistant about him during an ED transfer.
"It is not a problem. It's Lena that keeps this place running." He turns to Miracle, "If I come with you will you be good for your mommy?"
She nods rapidly and holds her hands up to him. He picks her up and smiles at you, "Shall we?"
"We shall." You lead them to the elevator. As you enter, you hear Miracle whisper to Abbot.
"What happened to your leg?" She cups his ear to whisper but she wasn't too discreet as you still heard her question.
"I got hurt in an accident. My leg was no good so they gave me a new one." He whispers back.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore." He shakes his head, "I eat good and take care of myself to be big and strong." He tickles her side, making her giggle in his ear.
You can't help but smile. His patience with your daughter warmed your heart. It was something about him treating her like a small person and not a nuisance unlike someone you once knew. She was disrupting him at work but he didn't let it bother him. He seemed to enjoy it, actually.
As you walk back to the daycare, you notice Miracle has gone quiet. You look over and see she had fallen asleep on Abbot's shoulder. "That girl is something else." You shake your head.
"She gives you a run for your money." Abbot whispers.
"You have no idea." You sigh, "She has not been infatuated with anything ever until she met you. I've never heard her speak about someone so highly after meeting them once."
"So she says. She told me, she stays awake to play with me."
"All day, non-stop. 'Mommy, you should invite Dr. Abbot to our house to play.' 'Mommy, Is Dr. Abbot at the hospital yet?' 'I got a booboo, Dr. Abbot should help.'" You laugh at yourself then notice Abbot smiling at you. You avert your gaze and stop at the Pre-K door. "This is her." You scan your ID and open the door for Abbot.
He lays her on one of the cots with the other kids. You tuck her in and kiss her forehead. You apologize to the staff and they apologize too. The bathrooms should be finished by tomorrow so hopefully this is the last time Miracle elopes.
You walk with Abbot back to the elevator, "I really can't thank you enough, Dr. Abbot."
"Miracle is a sweetheart. Just as much as I left an impression on her she's left one on me." He holds his hands behind his back as he walks.
"Hopefully, this will be the last of her hijinks and my blood pressure will lower." You take a deep breath. Abbot purses his lips as his heart wilts. You stop in front of the elevator, "This is where we part ways. You've gotta go down and I've gotta go up." You hit the down button, "I'll take the stairs."
"I'll see you around?" He steps on to the elevator.
"At this rate? I'll be seeing you tomorrow." You joke.
You joke but Abbot hoped that it was a promise.
The next night, Miracle appears again. Abbot makes his rounds when he finds her curled up on the couch in the family room. He almost didn't catch her this time if it weren't for the door being propped open by the janitors. He enters the room quietly and sits beside her.
He rubs her back as he tries to rouse her from sleep. The little girl rises out of her ball like state and crawls into his lap and rests on his chest. He sighs and continues to rub her back and rocks her side to side. He pulls out his hospital phone and dials the ICU.
"ICU?" A firm voice speaks. It definitely wasn't you, "Hello?"
"Yes, hi, this is Abbot down in the ED. I've got Miracle down here and was wondering if her mother was available to pick her up."
"Uh…unfortunately she is unavailable at the moment. Are you able to keep an eye on her for some time? She is tending to a patient at the moment. I will pass along the message as soon as I can." There was a wobble of nervousness in the nurse's voice. It was always life or death in the ICU.
"Yeah, I can. Just let her know when you can." He hangs up the phone and continues to rock her. When he knows he has spent too much time he will carry her to the hub.
"Lena, occupy Central 6 for me." He points to the sleeping girl in his arms, "Her mom might take a minute."
"You got it." She opens a tablet and fills in some random information to occupy the room on the status board.
He lays Miracle on the gurney and tucks her under the covers. "Thank you for making me so special." He whispers to her then shuts out the lights and leaves the room closing the door. Through out the hour he keeps an eye on her.
You come down the stairs looking disheveled. Your eyes were puffy, it looked like you had been crying. Abbot approaches beside you and rests his hand on the center of your back, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, sorry, where is Miracle?" You sniffle.
"Right in here." He leads you into Central 6. You lower the rail on one side of the gurney and pull up a chair to caress Miracle's face as she sleeps. He can see tears fall indiscriminately from your eyes. "Is everything okay?"
You let out a chuckle, "Is everything ever okay in our departments?" He sighs and pulls up another chair to be beside you. "Just before I come down here, every time, I've had to stabilize a patient, or at least try. A different person each time and afterward I'd come right down here and see the smile on my daughter's face like everything is okay. I have to act like I haven't just witnessed the scariest thing 5 minutes before coming to get her. I don't have to brave it when she's at daycare. In my mind, she seems worlds apart from the madness. Safe. I freak out thinking about her down here. What she might see. As if I didn't just watch someone die minutes ago." Abbot hears your voice waver as you speak but you laugh again, "But even still, with you, she is safe. She's so comfortable in your arms like she's known you her whole short life. You make it look so easy." You lean back in your chair and sniffle, "It makes me think I'm not cut out for this."
"Woah, that is a severe overstatement." He leans forward and takes your hand, "Had you not told me, I would have never known what you've done before coming down here. The first time you came down, you had this infectious smile on your face. And Miracle ran into your arms, you didn't falter for a second. Scooped her right in your arms. If you were scared you never showed it. You are her world. She knows you're there for her. You make it look effortless"
You look down at his hand on yours. He gives it an affirming squeeze. It's warm to the touch. "I bet you say that to all the single mothers." You bite back a smile and pull your hand away.
"Usually when they're here they are preoccupied with… you know an emergency?"
You giggle, "Really? None have made a move on you?"
"I fear that is day shift only. At this time of night, I only get the drunks playing grab ass." He sighs.
"Oh poor you," You rub his shoulder. "And here I thought you were like this dangerous and sexy combat medic that flirted with all the moms."
"Dangerous and sexy?"
"The other nurses on my floor say that, at least."
"So you talk about me to other people."
"I had to. I have to make sure the men in my daughter's life aren't dirt bags." You shrug, "They said you were a flirt too. Any defense?"
"I'm playful." He surrenders, "It's only to liven up this dreadful place."
"Right." You purse your lips into a thin smile, "Well, I should probably be taking her back to the daycare." You remove Miracle from the gurney and rest her on your hip, "You have a good rest of your night, Dr. Abbot."
He follows you out of the room, "I hope my playfulness hasn't scared you away from coming back to work."
"Only time will tell, I guess. Maybe I'll consider transferring to the ED and have some fun with you down here instead. " You shoot him a playful wink. He licks his bottom lip as he watches you walk to the elevator and back upstairs.
"She's got you whipped." Ellis shakes her head.
"Both of them do." Lena smirks, "Forget a work wife, he's got a whole work family."
"It's not like that." He waves them off, "Miracle is a troublemaker and her mom—"
"Is the hottest nurse you've ever laid your eyes on?" Ellis cocks an eyebrow, "You're not the only one with eyes, Abbot."
He averts his gaze to the status board, "Do you have anything better to do right now, Ellis? How does triage for the next hour sound?"
"Sounds like I should keep my mouth shut and get back to work." She leans over and mutters to Lena, "See how defensive he got. Whipped."
It had been a week since Miracle's escape attempts. The bathroom in the daycare was up and running again so there was no way for her to escape. Abbot stares at her drawing she had left behind. He missed that little rascal. He missed you too.
When things get slow enough, he decides to try and take a trip up to the daycare to check on Miracle. It was possible that she was sleeping but just seeing her would keep his spirits high. He tells Lena he's going to be out for a few minutes and hits the elevator button.
When the doors open his eyes widen in surprise. You stand there with a smile on your face and a look of surprise yourself. "Hey, I was just coming down to look for you."
"Oh? What for? Patient transfer?"
"No actually," You beckon him onto the elevator, "Miracle is having a hard time sleeping and misses her friend Dr. Abbot. I was wondering if I can steal you for a few minutes to put her to bed." You hit the button for the daycare floor, "Is that okay?"
"Uh yeah… I was actually going to head there."
"Felt a disturbance in the force, Jedi?" You chuckle.
"I just wanted to make sure she was alright."
"You've spoiled her." You say, "Now she can't live without you. It was inevitable, she's imprinted on you like a little duck. You are her mama now."
He laughs. It's a hearty laugh that warms your chest. You can't help but laugh too. The two of you walk out of the elevator side by side and enter the daycare. Miracle lays in her bed and beams when she sees the two of you from the window.
You both enter and sit beside her bed. "Okay, Miracle, this is a one time thing. Dr. Abbot can't come and go whenever you want while you're here." You explain as you tuck her in, "But he did say he missed you too."
She grins at him, "Do you still have my picture, Dr. Abbot?"
"I do. I look at it everyday." He grabs her hand and squeezes it tight.
"Maybe because you miss me we can play not in the hospital." She pouts.
You purse your lips and nod, "Maybe… But Dr. Abbot is super busy—"
"If your mommy says it's okay, I would be more than happy to."
You swivel your head at him in surprise, "You would?"
"Sure," He shrugs, "We can all play together outside of the hospital."
Your face is cooking as he speaks. Was he saying what you think he was saying?
"But that is for your mommy and I to talk about. You, little one, need to sleep." She nods and shuts her eyes. Your eyes are still on him. He notices and smiles, "Did you want to talk about that now?"
"Uh no I just… thought…"
"I was too sexy and dangerous? Or did you still believe I am too playful?"
You bow your head in defeat, "I guess I did."
After Miracle falls asleep the two of you leave. "I am going to be honest. I fully believed that this would be the last we saw of each other. We would go our separate ways, officially." You confess.
"I knew that wouldn't be the case after second time Miracle came to the ER." He chuckles, "I'd find a way to see you again."
"So were you the one sabotaging bathroom maintenance?" You giggle, "If you wanted to meet with me so bad you could have asked. Like you asked Edgar about me."
"You found out about that…" He winces.
"My good looks get me my way up there." You tease, "I'm kidding. When I asked about you he told me you had done the same. So I asked for more information."
"That's when you got the sexy and dangerous thing from."
"Yes, you are really stuck on that." You nudge him, "Don't believe it."
"I just like the way it sounds coming from you. You believe it."
"I do not."
"For a moment you did. In your mind, there was an image of me next to those words."
You cover your mouth as you refrain from laughing out loud, "Alright, what's it going to take for you to not bring that up anymore."
"When are you free?" He asks, "We can go somewhere and have breakfast after work? Or lunch? Go to the park for Miracle."
"Breakfast sounds good." You take out your personal phone, "How about you put in your number and I'll let you know."
"Promise?" He takes your phone and puts in his number
"If I don't you can put me on blast by calling the ICU and bug me. They all need something juicy to keep them entertained." You smile as he hands back your phone, "But I like you. So I won't keep you waiting too long. How does 10am tomorrow sound?"
"Sounds like a deal."
The two of you stop short of the elevator. You bite your lip before leaning in and kissing Abbot's cheek. "This is where we part ways." You hit the down button, "I'll take the stairs. See you at breakfast."
Abbot's cheeks burn as he watches you jog up the stairs. He tries to control his smile in the elevator as to not tip off the others to his glee. He didn't need them spoiling his fun just yet.
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thank you for reading! likes, comments, and reblogs always appreciated!
warnings . . . typical lewd convos and curse words, talking about the smut from last chapter, Baz being a terrible dad per usual
☆ ☆ ☆ authors note . . . a filler chapter, sorryyyy! there will be more written chapters to come for the trip though!!!! as always, i’d love to hear your thoughts!!
