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five times andrew tells you something he wants, and the one time you tell him what you want. or, andrew goes to therapy and gets better at communicating his emotions. 5.3k
f!reader, no use of y/n, fluff, friends to lovers, normal lives au, depiction of panic attack, reference to implied abuse, brief reference to suicidality. fuck ai. rip andrew cody you would have loved dbt and modern family.
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You feel him before you see him. That’s usually how it goes with Andrew.
He has a bad habit of haunting corners and relegating himself to the edges of a room. You don’t mind but the patrons at the restaurant you waitress for might have different opinions. You’ve told him to stop scaring the hostess, the poor girl is only sixteen. You’ve also told him that he’s allowed to sit himself somewhere, anywhere, while you finish taking your last few orders or clearing your last few tables. You think he needs to hear your permission to occupy part of the same space as you. You keep trying to tell him your permission is active and ongoing.
You look over your shoulder from where you’re stacking dirty plates just as your hostess taps your elbow.
“Um, he’s here for you.” She half-whispers, looking back towards the entrance. His frame sets the precedent for him, tall and broad shouldered. If your hostess could see the way he looks folded under a throw blanket with a mug in his hand, she would find him infinitely less scary.
You smile at her and tell her to sit him at the bar. You finish not long after, saying bye to your manager as you grab your bag from the back. Andrew faces the screens behind the bar but you know he’s not really watching the game, not when his eyes find you the moment you step out of the kitchen doors. A sweating glass of water sits untouched in front of him.
“Take me home?” You ask, as if that’s not what he does after every shift.
Back and forth. Left to right. You watch Pope ride his skateboard with ease. The chunky baby on your lap watches her father with a big smile. She squeals when he waves at her.
You laugh, holding her up to kiss her cheeks, “You see your daddy? Huh? He’s so cool, huh, sweetheart?” You smother your sweet girl with kisses and she bursts into giggles.
Pope hears her and immediately is off the ramp and heading your way. He sits next to you on the bench, smelling of sun and sweat, but a smile on his face.
“Soon enough, you’ll be out there with me, huh, Emi?”
You snort, “Please, hopefully not any time soon.” You look down at your daughter, a perfect mix of you and Pope, “I can’t believe she’s almost a year old.”
He hums in agreement and runs a finger along her chubby cheeks, “Yeah, maybe stay a baby a little longer, yeah?”
Emilia, very much a daddy’s girl, smiles brightly up at her father. Her tiny hands reach out and Pope instantly takes her, “Okay, let’s see how these kids are doing, yeah?”
You watch as he stands and brings Emi closer to the skatepark that Pope bought and turned into his own. A place where kids are safe and have fun. A place where teenage him would’ve loved.
Just him and his two legacies: his daughter and the skatepark.
“So what do you think?” You raise your head from your notes to look at Tom and see him looking at you with a daze. You chuckle, “You weren’t really listening to me, were you?”
He blinks and a sheepish grin appears on his lips, “No, no, I, uh, I was listening but I admit that I did get a little…distracted.”
You smirk at him, “By what?”
“By how beautiful you are and how passionate you sound when you talk about event planning.”
You playfully roll your eyes at him, “I could be talking about dog shit and you’ll think it’s attractive.”
He shrugs, “Guilty.”
You sigh but look at him with such fondness, “I think it’s time for a lunch break. Get some food in you so you have more energy to get through the rest of your meetings for today.”
Tom nods and slips on his jacket. He then helps you into your coat and his arm wraps around your waist, guiding you out his office.
Inky. Imagine calling Titus a big bad wolf. ‘My big bad wolf need some loving baby? Yeah? You’re the boss baby and you know it. I just NEED TO FEED HIS EGO
hes just so huffy and puffy when he gets out of board meetings, slamming his laptop shut and mumbling to himself in the confines of his home office. no one ever listens to him. and he'll just sigh loudly and you know he's looking for your attention. he always likes having you sit with him on the boring days.
after one big puff of air leaves his lungs, you finally give in.
"whose house are you trying to blow down?" you joked. titus was not amused, arms crossed over his chest and swiveling in his office chair. round and round with his head tossed back and deep pout on his lips. you rolled your eyes playfully and got to your feet. you crossed the room and stopped his chair with your leg. you climbed into his lap. he let you, running his hands soothingly along your thighs. "c'mon, hon, talk to me. what's got you all worked up?" titus sighed again and shook his head.
"s'stupid," he mumbled "i told them not to greenlight the project and now they're surprised at the public backlash. s'like i'm not even there." your mouth pulled to the side with sympathy. your nails scratched at his scalp and titus leaned into you, resting his forehead on your chest. his hands shifted to palm your ass, kneading just hard enough to make you understand what he wanted.
"you're the boss," you reminded him, peppering kisses to the crown of his head. "you're the big bad. they're just jealous because you outplayed them to get the position." you felt a hum reverberate in his chest. and a small twitch of his cock beneath your center. "of course you knew better than them. you're smarter than them. and now they're gonna have to live with their mistake while you say 'i told you so'. they'll learn no to question you again."
titus' next noise was a bit pitchier, a bit needier, and you felt him chubbing up in earnest. "yea?" you cooed, pulling him back to look at you. "s'that what you need? my big bad wolf need some lovin'?" his lip pouted out a bit further and he nodded. you slid off his lap and settled on your knees between his legs. you kissed up his thighs and your fingers found the zipper of titus' pants, already distended from the sizeable bulge beneath it. "deep breaths," you reminded him "i'll make you forget all about it."
˚₊ ✧ JUST A WISH. — titus danforth x secretary!reader. you just wanted him to love you and you'd do anything to get it. (obsession au.)
rain pours down relentlessly as you sit in your shitty little vehicle. your vision blurs, a pathetic sniffle disguised by the pitter-patter of the raindrops against the roof of your car. you blink away the tears to read the fading print on the old box in your hands: ONE WISH WILLOW. desperation has your hands shaking and you force yourself to pause, frustratingly wiping one hand down your impeccable pencil skirt — titus doesn't like imperfections.
maybe that's what you need — what you must wish for: perfection. maybe then— no. no, you can't risk it. the box states that only one wish may be granted and wishing for perfection will not secure titus' love and affection. not for sure.
a shaky breath and a pathetic laugh follows as you tear the box open. a tinny melody comes from the packaging and the willow branch slides out into your waiting palm. at this point, there's no room for error, no room for any kind of mistake when you're so fucking close to getting what you want.
"i wish for titus danforth to be in love with me and only me."
snap.
somewhere in the danforth manor, an unnamed energy flows through titus — it bypasses his soul entirely, considering it's held in mr. le bail's hands. a spell, he realizes. something ancient and powerful to steal his attention just enough to notice someone had attempted a love spell on him. a love spell ... from his secretary. a malicious little grin curls upon his lips as he reclines in his office chair.
"proposal accepted, little bird."
I’d read a whole series on this
You wake up to an empty bed. Andrew’s side still a tad warm which means he hadn’t been gone long.
You slip out of bed, wrapping the quilt at the foot of your bed around you. You pad out to the living room and see Andrew sitting on the couch, still in his boxers, watching a nature documentary on low volume.
You decide to leave him there for a little longer since you woke up to use the bathroom. It takes you less than five minutes and you’re back out to the living room again.
You round the couch and drape the quilt around Andrew, “Couldn’t sleep?” You crawl into his lap and curl into a ball.
“Nah, thinking too much about the job tomorrow.”
You nuzzle your face into his neck, “It’ll be fine. You guys went over the plan for several hours today.”
Andrew wraps his arms around you tight, “I know. It’s just…it’s gonna be my last job. After this, I’m done. I’m going on the straight and narrow. I need to make sure this goes well so we can get the hell outta here. Start fresh together.”
“Everything will go to plan. I have faith in you guys. I have faith in you,” you peck a kiss to his neck and he audibly sighs.
He pulls you closer, as close as you can get to him, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Andrew,” you mumble, already falling back asleep in his arms.
Imagine you’re messing around with Craig, shit talking to each other and then he says something that really pisses you off. Pope, already knowing how’d you react, is already on his feet and he picks you up as soon as you’re about to launch at Craig.
It pisses you off that Pope did that but also…you’re a little horny at the strength he displayed so casually.
*takes your wattpad-socialised hand* *holds it gently* you will survive without an app. you will survive without censorship by filtering out tags yourself. you will survive learning a new platform‘s etiquette. now go forth and observe ao3 culture without making immediate demands. it’s our house, and for now, you are a guest
Fandom: The Pitt
Pairing: Jack Abbot x F!Reader
Summary: You and Jack had history; years of working together, you the resident and he the doctor. You had an unspoken thing between you two that never came to fruition. You left for a fellowship in California and now you’re back three years later.
It was not a good night. There was an MVC, several people, including children, were brought in critical conditions. You jumped from case to case, helping where you can, but stayed close with the pedes cases. This is what your fellowship was for. You dealt with a lot of intense cases back in San Diego, but still. It never really gets easier.
In the end, lost two children. The other three were still in a rough spot, but they'd make it through. And throughout all of that, Jack kept checking in on you.
"We doing okay?" he asked every time entered a trauma, his eyes going to the patient, to the staff, and to you, but staying particularly much longer on you.
Fandom: The Pitt
Pairing: Jack Abbot x F!Reader
Summary: You and Jack had history; years of working together, you the resident and he the doctor. You had an unspoken thing between you two that never came to fruition. You left for a fellowship in California and now you’re back three years later.
It was not a good night. There was an MVC, several people, including children, were brought in critical conditions. You jumped from case to case, helping where you can, but stayed close with the pedes cases. This is what your fellowship was for. You dealt with a lot of intense cases back in San Diego, but still. It never really gets easier.
In the end, lost two children. The other three were still in a rough spot, but they'd make it through. And throughout all of that, Jack kept checking in on you.
"We doing okay?" he asked every time entered a trauma, his eyes going to the patient, to the staff, and to you, but staying particularly much longer on you.
