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irwinsblender · 3 months

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sickness

a/n: wrote this fic bc i’ve been on and off with random illness for the past couple of months which i’m still dealing with (😞) but, that inspired me to write this.. so taking some positives from the negatives ig lol

pairing: ashton x reader

summary: you’ve been getting sick a lot recently and ashton is there to care for you

warnings: brief mentions of throwing up

word count: 1.8k

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after a couple of months of endless sickness, you thought you could be starting to go down the right path with being healthy again.

the past two months had been exhausting, you picked up a cold after visiting family and after that went away, it came back a week later. recovering from that, you thought you were in the clear.. until you felt sick one night and couldn’t seem to keep any food down.

whenever you were sick, ashton was always there to care for you as long as you needed. which you were always very appreciative for.

you were finally back to being yourself again. or so you thought.

ashton had a few studio days planned with the guys, ready to do some recording for their next album. he reassured you that he wouldn’t go if you still weren’t feeling 100%. you told him you were fine and urged him to go, which he did.

you thought you were fine, out of that danger zone of picking up other illnesses. however, you were clearly mistaken.

you’d been feeling unwell again for the past two days, a horrendous headache, stomach ache, nausea, the whole lot. at first you were going to blame it on food poisoning. but, you’d only eaten a microwave pasta meal for dinner last night, so it couldn’t be that.

by the time it was getting to evening, you were sure this was the worst you’d felt. no appetite, feeling slightly light headed. you convinced yourself getting an early night would help.

walking into your bathroom, using the sink for brushing your teeth and washing your face, you leaned down for a moment, not long, just to rinse your face. that was clearly too long for the blood to circulate properly, as when you stood upright, you blacked out instantly.

reaching around, you tried to stop yourself from falling, but it was no use. slamming your head into the wall, hitting the ground pretty hard, you knew there would be bruising.

it took a few moments but your vision came back to you, kind of. your sight was blurred, perhaps from hitting your head. you knew you should be calling ashton at this point, but you didn’t need him to worry about you again already.

instead, you called 911, thinking that would be best after hitting your head. they sent an ambulance and you were on your way to the emergency room in no time.

they did a few tests, gave you ice and pain medication for your head and without you knowing, they called ashton. the first person on your emergency contact list.

your tests were completely normal, a relief that nothing was seriously wrong with you. however, you’d hoped they’d find something to explain your bout of constant sickness as of recently.

you were given the all okay to go home by your doctor, only being told to rest for a few days and make sure you eat and drink enough.

you were about to figure out a way to get home when you heard your boyfriend’s familiar voice.

“babe? there you are!” he rushed over, seeing the ice you were holding. “are you okay? what happened?”

“ash? what’re you doing here?” you asked. “i thought you were at the studio?”

“i was,” he paused, sitting down beside you. “the hospital called, told me you were here.”

you looked down, feeling bad for not telling him what had been going on, not knowing how to explain that you had come down with sickness a further time.

“i blacked out,” you admitted, removing the ice from your head for a moment to show where you ended up having to get stitched up. “hit my head and ended up with everything looking blurry for a good thirty minutes.”

“oh, baby.” ashton sighed, placing his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his embrace. “have you not been feeling well again?”

you nodded, looking down, “for a couple of days.” you explained. “lost my appetite and haven’t had much energy.”

“did they check your temperature?” he asked, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. “you’re hot.”

“kind of you to compliment me when i’ve never looked worse.” you glanced up at him, tiny smirk on your face.

ashton nudged your shoulder, shaking his head. you knew what he meant, sometimes you just can’t help yourself.

“yes, they checked my temperature,” you chuckled. “it’s up a little, they gave me some medication for that.”

“good,” he replied. “you had blood tests done?”

he pointed to your left arm, noticing a piece of cotton taped over the middle of your arm. you looked down for a moment, almost too tired to have to explain everything the doctors did.

“yea,” you answered. “they didn’t find anything wrong, they think it’s just a bad fever.”

“and what about all the other times you’ve been sick in the last two months,” he questioned. “surely they have some answers for that.”

“they think i’ve just got a weak immune system since i’m at home a lot of the time.”

“oh,” ashton sighed. “you can blame me for that, i’ve been writing and going to the studio which leaves you with nothing to do.”

“i’m not blaming you, ash,” you shook your head at him. “i work from home, which gives me little time to socialise with people. it’s since the pandemic, we both know that.”

ashton nodded, taking in what you were saying. he was about to add to what you said, when a nurse walked over with a clipboard and medication.

“anti nausea pills,” she explained, passing them to you. “you can take one every six hours as needed until your symptoms wear off.”

she smiled, giving another all clear for you to go home with Ashton. you kept hold of the ice pack, ashton took hold of your pills for now. he lead you out to his car, helping you inside first before he got into the drivers side.

the drive home was quiet, but short thankfully. the same as when you left the hospital, ashton helped you out of his car and up to your doorstep, unlocking the door for you before letting you in first.

he locked up for the night, slipping his shoes and jacket off before helping you to get your shoes off too.

“let’s get you up to bed, yea?” ashton suggested, you agreed, just wanting to lay down and relax.

holding onto your hand as you took one step at a time, you felt much better in ashton’s presence. he was here for if anything else happened, for if you felt sick, if you needed your pills or anything to eat or drink. he always cared for you.

once to your room, you laid down on your bed with your pillows propped up slightly. ashton covered you with your blankets, sitting beside you for a moment.

“do you need anything?” he asked. “water? a snack?”

“can you get me some water?” you asked quietly. “i think i should take one of those nausea pills.”

“of course, baby,” he smiled softly, leaving the room to grab a glass of water for you.

while he was gone, you stayed in bed, ice pack on your head, which was starting to melt and would be used up soon.

you stared in front of you, thinking about the past two months. it had been a lot. a lot of sickness, not getting out of bed very much, having to cancel dates with ashton because you felt terrible in yourself.

it had been incredibly draining. you’d reached a breaking point this time.

ashton didn’t expect to hear quiet sobs as he walked back up the stairs with your water and pills. he slowly pushed the door open, seeing you’d placed the ice pack beside you with your face hidden behind your hands.

“my love,” he softly spoke as he placed the water down on your nightstand, the pills next to it. “what’s wrong?”

he crouched down next to the bed, slowly pulling your hands away from your face, holding them in his as he caressed his thumbs across the backs.

“i’m just tired,” you cried out, the tears flowing down your cheeks. “i’m tired of being so sick all the time, i have nearly no energy to do anything, i just wanna know what’s wrong with me.”

you let out a shaky breath at the end of your sentence, ashton frowned, hating seeing you like this.

“let me come and lay with you.” ashton stood up, letting go of your hands for a moment.

he slipped under your covers, shuffling so he could be right next to you. he took one of your hands, entwining his fingers with yours.

“there might not necessarily be anything wrong right now,” ashton tried to think of what to say carefully. “you might just be going through a phase of illness, it can happen.”

you wipe your tears with your free hand, not baring to look over at ashton.

“not like this,” you shook your head. “i’ve thrown up more times in these past two months than i have my whole life.”

“i think you’re being unlucky, baby. i know it’s been hard on you, but you had tests done and nothing was wrong, right?”

“i guess.” you folded your arms, letting go of his hand in the process.

“i know things are tough, and feel never ending,” ashton placed his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “but, you’re gonna be okay, i’ll stay here with you while you rest up and try to get your strength back. anything you need, I’ll be right here.”

you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder, sighing quietly before glancing up to him.

“i’m sorry I’m being like this.” you apologized. “even though they did tests, i still feel like there’s something else going on with me.”

“tell you what,” ashton runs his hand up and down your side to comfort you. “why don’t we monitor how you feel, write it down each day to see if things change.”

you nodded, liking that idea.

“if you keep getting sick, or if your symptoms never go away, we can go straight back to the hospital or to see a doctor.”

“okay.” you meekly replied.

ashton gave a reassuring smile, kissing the top of your head, “is there anything else you need me to do?” he asked, prepared to go and get anything you needed.

“just want some cuddles.” you looked up at him, forcing a smile.

he nodded, laying down more to pull you to rest your head against his shoulder. his arms around you as you leaned against him. more comfortable than you have been for the past few days. after a few moments, you let out a quiet yawn. one ashton still heard.

“get some sleep if you need to, baby,” he whispered. “i’ll be right here with you.”

“i love you, ash.” you said before drifting off to sleep.

“i love you too,” ashton sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, happy that you’re finally getting the rest you needed. “get well soon, angel.”

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 3 months

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I'm loving all your wonderful fics. If you are still interested in prompts, would you consider one that relates to your recent sick fic: Ed telling Stede about the past situation where he had to juggle leading his crew through a storm while stitching himself up?

Ough yes good prompt!! This one made me sad, I love it.

Send me a prompt and I'll write a 1k word fic! (still accepting prompts btw, can't promise I'll get to all of them but if I'm inspired I'm doing it!)

Ed told the story like he thought it was supposed to be funny.

“So there we are,” he said, leaning over the dinner table. They’d just finished eating, and Ed had lit his pipe, and yeah, at first, the story had been fun. “Now, remember, I’ve been a captain for all of-”

“Three months,” Stede nodded, demonstrating his active listening to Ed’s story.

“Three months,” Ed repeated. “Maybe ninety days strung together, right? I’m barely twenty-five. Barely even had Blackbeard’s black beard. Mostly just a scraggly thing stuck to my chin. And that raid fuckin’ rung me out. But I made it! Not a single casualty on my crew, not one.”

“Bet the other crew couldn’t say the same,” Stede laughed, and Ed laughed with him, and Stede was dreamily thinking about how Ed must have looked, so young but already so brilliant, so confident, so-

“But I didn’t know then what I know now,” Ed went on, taking a couple puffs from his pipe. “And I didn’t notice my helmsman pointing us right into the squall. Barely had time to get away from the ship we’d been scrapping with before we hit it, head-on.”

Stede shivered. Ed’s storytelling voice never failed to capture his attention.

“And, remember,” Ed continued, “I’m trying to hide that I’m bleeding all over the fuckin’ place.”

“Wait,” Stede interrupted, raising a hand before Ed could continue. “Bleeding?”

“Well, yeah, I told you the raid rung me out pretty good,” Ed shrugged. “I’d been so busy watching what my crew were doing I was hardly paying attention to myself. Reckon I still - yeah, look.”

Ed adjusted in his seat, hitching up his shirt and pulling the waistband of his pants down with his thumb, running his finger along the faded, jagged scar that ran from right under his ribs to to the top of his hip.

“Got me pretty good,” Ed said with a chuckle.

Stede kissed his fingers, then reached out to press them to the old scar, and Ed covered Stede’s hand with his own to keep it there.

“What did you do?” Stede asked.

“What I had to,” Ed said, pulling his shirt back down, taking another puff of his pipe, and getting right back into his storytelling voice. “I’d been thinking I needed to go and stitch myself up, right? But by the time we’re in it, rain’s already coming down in sheets, and this crew is still new to my ship, and they’re new to me, and I’m new to them. So I tied myself to the wheel, and-”

Stede felt his eyes get wider and the pain in his chest get deeper as Ed went on with the story, telling Stede about how he’d tied himself to the wheel to avoid sliding right off, shouting orders to his crew, yelling at his first mate to take some younger sailors who were panicking below decks before they got everyone killed.

He told him about how he’d only stopped once he was starting to get dizzy from how much he was bleeding. He’d made up some excuse to run below decks, grab a sewing needle, and get about halfway through sewing himself up before someone called for him.

He told him how he’d had to cling to the railing for dear life because his legs were so shaky.

He’d tied a scrap of canvas, torn from a sail by the winds, around his middle to try and control the bleeding.

By the time he’d been able to finish stitching himself back up, he said, laughing like it was just some slight misfortune, he’d been so weak he’d tied himself to the wheel again, just to stay upright. It had been hours after that until he’d been able to sit down.

And Ed must have realized, finally, Stede didn’t think this story was as fun as he did, because he was frowning, by then. “Pretty cool, right? Tell ya, I was a tough little fucker.”

“How are you laughing at this?” Stede finally managed to ask.

Ed looked surprised. “I mean, if you can’t laugh, what can you do?”

Stede pursed his lips. “Why didn’t you get help?”

Ed blinked.

“Couldn’t,” he said, like it was obvious. “Told you, I was young, most of these guys were twice my age. Any weakness and…y’know.”

Stede swallowed, imagining it. Ed gritting his teeth through the pain, afraid to let anyone see. Slipping on the deck, unsure if it was the rain or his own blood wetting the boards. Hinging his bets on a scrap of canvas tied around his waist.

“Hey, Stede, babe!” Ed snuffed out his pipe and reached across the table, taking one of Stede’s hands to press to his own chest, so Stede could feel the steady heartbeat beneath his palm. “I’m alright, see? I’m right here.”

Stede clenched his fingers in Ed’s shirt. “You know,” he said, “that you can come to me if you need anything? Anything at all? You know that, right?”

“Yeah, of course I know that.” When Stede cupped Ed’s face in his hand, Ed’s hand came up to cover his, nuzzling his face into his palm. “I know I’m safe with you.”

And Stede wished he could go back, to save Ed from all that pain, but - he could be there for him now, and that would have to be enough.

A few days later, while working on repairing a section of their roof, Ed hit his thumb with a hammer.

It was a tiny injury. Barely anything at all, especially not compared to that story.

But Ed came down to find Stede, working on the walls, and he showed him his bruised, sore thumb.

“Kiss it better?” Ed asked.

Stede obliged happily, of course, and Ed might’ve looked sheepish at first, but soon he was soaking up the attention. Stede couldn’t go back and fix everything, couldn’t save Ed from any pain, but he could help him feel safe now - and that was enough.

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Don't Want to Lose You

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader

Summary: You notice something is wrong with your body. A wrong diagnosis then something you never wanna hear.

Word Count: 2003

Warnings: Cancer, Ultrasounds, Baby/pregnancy talk, hospitals, doctors.

A/N: This is angsty. I was really feeling it. Inspired by true events.

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Something wasn’t right with you. Your period wasn’t regular like it had been since you first got it. It wasn’t heavy like it was. You had noticed you were putting on weight as well. At first you thought it was because you weren’t eating the healthiest and hadn’t been going to the gym as frequently as you had been. But then you stopped eating as much. Watching what you ate. Counting calories. It didn’t stop. Then you started having to loosen your belt. One hole at a time.

Then you noticed your stomach... At first you brushed it off as bloating. That pesky lactose intolerance. But then it was all the time. That little bulge at the pudge above your pubic bone. It got to the point where if you wore a tight shirt, a stranger commented on your body. Asking if you were pregnant. That’s what broke the camel's back.

Luke had noticed the change in you over the couple months. The longing glancing in the mirror. The scrutinous gaze. Something had changed and he couldn’t pinpoint what was happening. You withdrew from him. It started with dressing in looser clothing. Then it was not having sex as frequently. The biggest clue was when you didn’t want to cuddle. Something was wrong.

“I have a doctor’s appointment soon,” You reveal to Luke as you get ready to head out.

Luke turned suddenly, “What why?”

“I just feel like something is wrong…”

“Do you want me to come with you?” He offers, watching you pull on your shoes.

You shrug, “I’ll be okay.”

You made your way from you and Luke’s shared apartment in Newark. The doctor’s practice wasn’t far, so you could walk. The time spent in the waiting room, you were a ticking ball of nervous energy. Deep down… you knew something wasn’t right. When the doctor called your name, you followed her into the office. After getting the basics out of the way, the first question was something you expected.

“Is there any chance you’re pregnant?” She questions.

“I’ve taken a test and it was negative,” You answer.

“Do you think you can take another test?”

You blush, “I don’t need to go right now.”

“Can you lay on the bed for me?” You did as asked. Laying on the sterile bed, letting her feel around your lower abdomen. She asked a few questions about your sex life. The doctor pulled her hands away and threw out her gloves. “I think you're pregnant and in labour.”

“What?”

The doctor started writing on her computer before printing something, putting it in an envelope. “You need to go to the emergency department and get an ultrasound done. Give this to them at triage when you get there.”

You finished up there quickly after that. Standing outside, you called Luke hoping he wasn’t busy. It took a couple rings but he answered. You could tell by his voice he was worried.

“So, I don’t think it’s true but my doctor thinks I'm pregnant and in labour…”

“What?!” Luke nearly screamed on the other end of the line.

You sigh, “Look, I can uber if needed–”

“Not a chance,” He interrupts.

“I need to go the emergency for an ultrasound.”

He promised to be there soon and hung up. You waited to see the familiar car sing into the car park. Thoughts were racing through your mind as time passed. You were sure you weren’t pregnant. No moving. No morning sickness. The sigh of Luke driving into the carpark pulled you from your thoughts. You were quick to climb into the passenger seat. No words were shared as you two made your way to the hospital.

Luke was the first to break the silence in the cab. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m not pregnant.”

“But the doctor–”

“She’s wrong,” You snap.

The conversation of kids had come up in the past. You weren’t looking at having kids anytime soon. You two were only 19 for god's sake. If you were really in labour… you couldn’t even think. Luke parked the car before the pair of you made your way to the emergency department. You went to triage, giving the nurse on duty the note from your general practitioner. After filling out paperwork, it was now the waiting game.

You turned to Luke, a hopeless look in your eyes, “You won’t leave me right?”

“Even if you are in labour,” He confirms, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Silence fell between you once more. Luckily, thanks to the note, you were taken back quickly. A nurse set you up on the table, Luke beside you holding your hand. She left you before returning with a technician and an ultrasound machine. He set it up and had you lift your shirt.

“It’s going to be a little cold,” He advised before continuing.

Sure it was cold but you just laid there, staring at the roof. Luke would squeeze your hand, hoping to provide some form of comfort. Even if he was nervous too. The tech frowned at the screen, moving the device over your stomach. He asked the nurse to get a doctor which made you nervous. The doctor arrived and the pair whispered between each other.

“So it’s not a child,” The doctor finally announced. “But you do have a mass in your abdomen. We’ll need to admit you while we take some blood tests and scans.”

The next hour was spent in the emergency department. You were a pin cushion for the doctors and nurses. Luke sat beside you the whole time. Not many words were shared. You were then taken to get a CT scan before being returned to your little area.

“How long do you recon we’ll be here?” You ask Luke, just trying to distract yourself.

“I don’t even know,” He replies. He kissed the back of your hand he was holding. “I’ll be here the whole time.”

“You have a game,” You argue.

Luke shook his head, “I’ve already called coach. Did it while you were getting your scan. I explained that you were in the ED.”

“What about Jack?”

“I didn’t think about that,” Luke admits.

“Call him, tell him what’s going on. Just so he doesn’t find out when you don’t show up for the game.”

Over the next hour you’re both sitting around. He had set up Criminal Minds on his phone for the pair of you to watch. Multiple doctors and nurses popped in and out of your curtained off area. At one point, you just shuffled over in your bed, making room for Luke to join you. It was the only comfort you wanted right now. And Luke was happy. It was the first time you had initiated a cuddle for a while.

“We’re going to keep you overnight,” The doctor informs you, looking down at what you predict is your chart. “We think it’s a cyst on your ovary. Unsure, but tomorrow we have a gynaecologist coming to have a look.”

“Can Luke stay?” You ask.

The doctor looked at your boyfriend. You were praying that for once, his job would be able to help you. “I’ll allow it as you are going to have your own room.”

“Thank god for insurance,” You mutter to Luke.

While you were moved onto the ward, Luke went home to grab some clothes and necessities like your phone chargers. He had returned with your backpack and some Subway. Thank god cause you had experience with hospital food over the years and it was never good. He set up your laptop on the wheelie table with your favourite movie.

Throughout the night, you were awoken by nurses taking your vitals. Luke was sleeping on the couch that was in your room. It sucked having him further away than you would have liked. When you woke up in the morning, Luke was whispering away to Jack who was sitting on the couch beside him.

“Morning.”

“Hey,” Luke mutters, coming and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “How you feeling?”

“I don’t know how, but it’s like it’s worse.”

“I’ll go get a nurse,” Luke replies.

Jack came over and leaned down to hug you. Since you and Luke had been dating since you were teenagers, you were close with all of his family. “Hey, I was worried when Jack called.”

You hummed, “Did you at least win?”

“Yeah, for you,” he answers. “The team doesn't know all of it but they know you’re in hospital. They’re worried.”

The pair of you talked until Luke returned with a nurse and the phone to his ear. If looks could kill, Jack would be six feet under. You looked at Jack and rolled your eyes.

“What did you do?”

“I may have told Mum when she called last night after the game. She was worried that Luke didn’t play.”

You sighed, knowing that Ellen would be worried not seeing her youngest on the ice. Or even just on the bench. “It was going to happen soon anyway. We would have to tell her at some point.”

“Thanks for that,” Luke hisses as he hangs up. “So Mum’s flying out.”

The three of you sit around, chatting until the gynaecologist arrives. The boys let you have the appointment in peace until the end. When they come back, the doctor reveals the diagnosis. A tumour. Unsure of what kind but it’s an aggressive kind, rapid growing. They’ll biopsy it during the surgery to remove it. You probably won’t need chemotherapy luckily. That’s if it’s not malignant.

“We’ll set you up with a cancer nurse, so you have the support. And we’re looking at two weeks for surgery.”

Two weeks. That was going to drag. You already felt like shit. But you could wait it out. Luke and Jack stayed until you were released from the hospital. You had follow up appointments and pre surgery appointments with all different doctors during the next two weeks.

Jack follows you and Luke back to your apartment. The boys wouldn’t allow you to do anything. Luke set you up on your bed with your favourite show and left to make you some food. Hoping maybe you could eat. Jack joined him in the kitchen. Silence. Neither knew what to say. Jack was lost. You were his little brother’s future wife. Sure you weren’t engaged but the whole family knew it would be the way. You were also his little sister. Having known you since you were kids.

“How are you holding up?” Jack finally asked.

It was the wrong question. Luke started to cry. Trying to keep quiet so as to not alert you to his sobs. Jack was quick to hug his baby brother. This was hard. On both of you. Luke hated that he was crying. You hadn’t shed a tear yet and here he was sobbing.

Jack shushed Luke, rubbing his hand up and down his back. “She’ll be fine. She’s strong and won’t go down without a fight.”

“She shouldn’t have to fight,” Luke hisses through tears. So many emotions were running through him. Sadness. Anger. Fear. “Cancer, she has fucking cancer.”

“It could be benign,” Jack offers.

Realising he would be taking too long, Luke wiped away his tears and made you some grilled cheese. One of the only things he could cook but you loved it. He entered your bedroom to see you curled up on your bed, hugging his pillow.

“Why don’t you stay in here,” Jack offered. “I’ll hang around until Mum lands and bring her back here.”

“Thanks Jack.”

Luke handed Jack the plate, not having the heart to wake you up. He slid under the covers and held you close. Holding you against him reminded him of what he could lose. Admiring your beauty. His best friend. His girlfriend. The one he was planning on spending the rest of his life with. You guys were only 19. It couldn’t happen this early. He didn’t want to lose you.

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teddyhaven · 1 month

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The Strawhat Crew vs. Ramadan (Muslim!reader)

✩.* My gift to the Muslims who acc get to fast on the first day of Ramadan (I’m so jelly omg ☹️)

✩.* Tags: Ramadan, Muslim reader, ig somewhat ignorance from the crew??

“Yum!” Luffy tore into plates and plates of food before you. Since boarding the ship, you’d definitely taken a more sisterly role with him, to the point he felt the need to share his beloved food with you. “Here! Try, s’really good.” He waved a piece of meat in your face, waiting for you to take a bite.

“Can’t, Lu,” You smiled awkwardly as you pushed his hand back towards his face. “Looks good though…”

Luffy’s head tilted to the side as he looked at you with pondering curiosity. “But Sanji made it just how you like.”

“I knowww,” you groaned, imagine how the meat was feel between your teeth. “But I’m fasting, I can’t eat until—“ you checked your watch. “In five hours.”

“Until in five hours?”

“Until in five hours.” You sighed. A heat emanated from the day that made you want to tear your hair out from under your headscarf. Staying inside wasn’t an option as you were scared of getting sea sick in this sudden humidity as well as the lack of ventilation.

Luffy stared at you as he chewed, pondering in awkward silence as he racked his brain on why on earth you had a limit for food. “Are you on those diet things?”

“Pardon?” You scoffed.

“Well Robin told me that sometimes girls can’t eat all the time so they can be thin, but you seem pretty thin, all your clothes are baggy on you.”

You laughed at his words before going back to dangling your feet from the side of the boat you and him were perched on. You didn’t think he was serious until you realised he wasn’t laughing. “Oh wait, you’re serious?” He nodded.

You sat there with him for a good long while, enjoying the bore of the seren blue whilst you explained. Ramadan was finally here after you’d finally made up your fasts a few days prior.

Luffy stared at you in, what you assumed, was awe. He couldn’t comprehend the idea of not eating for that long. He looked up at the sky and it seemed the sun had yet to set. Unfortunately, the warmer seasons let days drag on for what seemed like forever and he felt a little sorry for you.

He whipped his head around making sure nobody was looking before waving his snack in your face once more. “Here, eat, eat,” he used a hand to cover the side of his face, like a little kid sharing a secret. “I won’t tell your God, you can take some!”

At least he has the spirit, right?

“Pardon?”

“I said I can’t eat this, Sanji,” You blinked at the taller man after he ushered you to the table to eat. You had to admit you felt slightly impolite denying tea after skipping breakfast and lunch, but Ramadan had just started and you were more determined than ever to get through this month without any problems.

The past couple of days were already spent making a few up so you’d already gotten used to the feeling, the hunger pangs subsiding. “I’m fasting.”

His eyebrows furrowed together slightly in what, you feared was, hurt. “I’m not gonna force you to eat the food if you don't want it, y’know?”

You waved your hands in defence. “I’m being so serious right now.” You assured him as best as you could.

The claims for innocence were definitely heard as the two of you spent the next 30 minutes sitting in the kitchen with you explaining the concept of Ramadan in the most intricate detail you could.

“So you don’t eat for— what— 15 to 16 hours?” His voice was husky as he hummed deep in thought about it. You nodded, happy he was finally getting it. “But couldn’t you fill yourself up with water throughout the day?”

“Nope, no water either.”

“No water?” His eyebrows raised as he looked at you with near sympathy. “Surely it gets hard, no mon cheri?”

You put a finger to your chin and thought about the best answer to give. “I mean, you get used to it after the first day, and I’ve been doing it for a while now I’m used to it!”

Sanji had spent the rest of his day thinking of ways to make your iftar one to remember, with new found determination once you’d told him that this cycle would continue for a month straight.

He buzzed around you, making sure to take notes of what you wanted to eat and ignoring Luffy’s pouted requests of any meat dish.

“C’mon you can listen to Luffy,” you smiled as you chuckled at his frown. “Besides, anything you make will be sufficient.”

He sighed. “You sure?”

“100 percent

You sat with Robin in the shaded area of the deck. Your head rested on her lap as she read her book, her hand idly running across the top of your hijab. Robin was the big sister you never had. She was so smart and pretty (mashallah), you couldn’t help but look up to her and she relished in the fact she could and would protect you. She saw a little bit of herself in you, something she’d never let you get wind of.

“Say, what do you plan to eat for Iftar? I don’t think we have dates.” She hummed.

You blinked up at her, groggy and head spinning, disoriented due to the weird “nap” you were pulling in and out of. “Huh?”

“It is Ramadan today, no?”

“Yeah…” you rubbed your eyes and sat up. “Yeah! It is!” You smiled, almost as if you’d forgotten why you were so hungry.

She laughed at you before helping you up. “Well we can make a stop quickly at the next island and see if we can pick up some dates, hm?”

“Yes please!”

Robin made it her mission to try and formulate the perfect Iftar for you with the help of Sanji. She read what she had to read and jotted down every vitamin and mineral you should have for the perfect balance.

She observed your prayer, had you teach her a little Quran and by the end of the day, her head was steaming with information she was previously oblivious to.

She had the widest, cutest smile on her face during Iftar, in which the whole crew tried not to eat in front of you.

“Why do you look so chipper?” You chuckled, nudging her arm as she bit into a samosa.

“I love Ramadan.”

#one piece #muslim reader #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #I frigginlove Ramadan #ramadan Kareem guysss

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whataboutthefish · 1 year

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While you were sleeping

Omegaverse, Steddie, mpreg

Words 900

Also on Ao3

Whirring noise… click

Dear Eddie,

Where do I start? Dustin has given me this tape recorder so I can keep a diary of sorts for you. I guess we have some pretty big news to share.

We’re pregnant.

So I found out today. I’ve been feeling a bit shit, tired and achy and Robin and her big mouth joked that I could be pregnant. I think the way all the color left my face concerned her a little, so she held my hand and we did the test.

I don't want you to miss out on a single moment so here I am probably 6 weeks pregnant, taking a polaroid in profile to show you with this recording.

Any bump you see is more to do with the box of twinkies I stress ate this morning than the tiny bundle of cells making themselves at home in my womb.

I’m so scared, Eddie, I know you’ll wake up soon and laugh; we’ve been to hell, fought demons and survived, what’s scary about one little pup.

Please wake up soon.

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Nine Weeks

Morning sickness is the worst, especially at 3pm. Why do they even call it morning sickness? It's stupid and I hate it. I can’t stand the smell of tobacco, Hopper stopped by the hospital and I vomited on his shoes.

Oh yeah Hopper’s alive, he’s different, you can tell he’s been through it. 8 months is a long time to rot in a Russian jail. You don’t need to beat him by the way, we’d be happy to see you open those eyes any day.

It doesn’t feel real yet, the seedling is still just a bean, and besides the nausea and back ache I don’t feel any different.

I miss you.

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Twelve Weeks

Doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex, I said no. I don’t want to find out without you, I want you there when we first meet our seedling. You can almost see the bump now, Robin says I’m just getting fat, maybe she’s right.

I love the way my body is changing, I’m going soft everywhere, not just my stomach, my chest, my face everything is getting soft. Nancy says I have the pregnancy glow, and my hair is the healthiest it’s ever looked. I guess pregnancy looks good on me.

Wake up soon, Eds, I don’t want you to miss this.

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Sixteen Weeks

I had to get elastic waisted pants. You better not laugh when you hear this because this is all your fault!

Robin is going to birthing classes with me, I'm pretty sure half the group think we are a couple. I’m not in a rush to change their minds, the sad looks are getting to me. When you tell someone your partner is in hospital and you don’t know when they will come home, well, people look at you with pity and a sense of panic in their eyes. Seems people are uncomfortable with the prospect of death, and me an unmated omega, the shame.

No, I think I'll just be the turkey baster lesbian couple instead for now.

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Twenty Two Weeks

Felt her kick today, at first I thought it was just gas but then she really got going, it’s like butterflies in your stomach. I know we decided to keep the sex a surprise but I just have a feeling. Dustin did some old wives tale trick with a pendulum and agrees with me, god knows where he dug that bit of information from.

We are past the point of fitting into elastic waists and I am officially in maternity wear. I am not happy about this. The clothes are obscenely cutesy, with a wide variety of moo moos and oversized sweaters to choose from.

I’m afraid your hellfire shirt is now completely stretched out and no longer yours. I’m not giving it back.

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Twenty Five Weeks

Robin is on at me about picking a name, at least a short list, but I can’t. Seedling will suffice for now, you’ll wake up soon and we can argue about all the silly names you’ll choose. I’ve already vetoed Frodo so you can forget about that suggestion.

The nurses helped me lay beside you today. I was so tired and seedling was very active, they helped me lay your hand over my stomach and she played with you for over an hour. I would have been mad, she was really going for my kidneys but I swear I saw your eyes open, just for a moment. The doctors think I'm over tired, seeing things that aren’t there, but I know you’re still in there.

You just have to follow my voice, just follow my voice and come back to us.

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Twenty Eight Weeks

Seedlings' favorite time of day is when we are with you, she can’t seem to sit still when she’s with her daddy. I don’t know what you’ll want to be called when she arrives, but I’ve decided on Oma. I know it’s old fashioned but it feels right.

We are so close now, my back aches and my ankles are swollen and all I want is for you to hold me in your arms and tell me it’s all going to be alright.

We might stay a little longer tonight, seedling wants to feel you close and so do I.

Eddie?

Oh my god, Eddie…

Nurse, come quick he’s opened his eyes…

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #omegaverse #mpreg #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson

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sevcasejay1chicago · 1 year

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Not a Burden - Casey/Halstead/Severide

Authors note: Sorry I haven’t posted on a few days. I haven’t been doing well mentally and the holidays really suck the life out of me. My social battery is zapped and it’s taking everything else with it. Here’s one I wrote a couple months back. I’ve been frequently sick, including right now, so I hope you enjoy the little comfort it also brought me.

Description: you send your guys out after work to try and shield them from your sickness because you feel like a burden. They make you feel better in more ways than one.

Warnings: vomiting, cursing I think, panic attacks (sorta low key)

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The boys figured you were hiding out when they all arrived home one evening to find the house dark and quiet. If they hadn’t seen your car still parked in the driveway, and known that you were home since they didn’t get any alerts of the security system disarming before they did it, they wouldn’t have thought you were home. You had convinced the boys that you were fine and to go to Molly’s after work, claiming you just wanted to have a long bath in silence, but you were looking forward to seeing them later. They understood that sometimes you need some time to yourself and they love that you let them know, but normally you’re waiting for them as soon as the door opens.

“Maybe she went to bed early.” Kelly commented as they all took off their boots and jackets at the door.

Jay shook his head as he looked to his watch. “Nah. She would have messaged if she did, but it’s even more unlikely given that it’s barely past 10.” Jay spoke knowing that like Kelly, you were a night owl and Jay normally had the task of dragging you to bed at a decent time just like Matt did to Kelly.

Jay led the way down the hall, Matt and Kelly hot on his heels. Matt nudged the bathroom door open off the kitchen just to make sure you weren’t in there before following along with his boys. Jay had stopped outside the master bedroom and the other two followed suit.

“What?” Kelly whispered, coming up to Jay’s back and looking over his shoulder.

You could be heard sniffling from the doorway. The tv was on, playing one of the Marvel movies, and you had the fan on. Peaking in, the boys could see a trash can next to you on the bed and you sitting there bundled up in Jay’s army hoodie.

Jay looked back and nodded, slowly opening the door and walking in with the other two behind him. “Hey princess.” Jay whispered, successfully catching your attention. “What’s going on?”

Your bottom lip wobbled as you looked at your three guys, tears slipping down your face. “‘M sorry.” You whispered, burying your face into your hoodie covered hands.

The boys all looked at each other and approached you. Kelly climbed in and pulled you into his lap, Jay sat next to you and Kelly, Matt stood by the bed wanting to be able to grab anything you needed.

Kelly nuzzled your face into his neck and looked up at Matt. “She’s burning. Go grab the thermometer.” Kelly said, looking to Jay next. “Can you get a wet cloth for her?”

Jay nodded and took off after Matt, meeting him in the master bathroom. “Should I call Will?” Jay asked Matt, concern evident in his voice and on his face.

Matt shook his head as he kept searching. “Let’s just see what’s wrong first. If her fever is dangerous or she can’t keep anything down, we will call.”

Jay was the worrier. All the boys hated seeing you sick and worried about you, but Jay always wanted to loop in Will at any sign of illness. Kelly was the one who almost always took charge when any of his lovers were sick, and Matt was great with that. Matt was a mother hen, but Kelly kept him from smothering anyone and had Matt making sure Jay kept his cool. Matt was the voice of reason.

Coming back into the bedroom, Jay and Matt could hear that your breathing had quickened, but you were still hidden in Kelly’s neck. “Shhhhh. Breathe for me.” Kelly murmured into your ear, rubbing your back and making eye contact with your other boys as they approached. “Jay, hand me that.” Kelly instructed, pointing to the trash can just out of his reach.

Jay complied, handing Kelly the trash can before he placed the wet rag on your neck. Matt came up next to Jay, reaching around to put the ear thermometer in. Matt sighed as the reading popped up, “101.2” he announced, reaching up to pet the back of your head.

Kelly kissed your forehead and looked down at you. “Baby? Have you taken anything?” Kelly asked, hoping the answer was yes, but also hoping it was no since it would clearly not be working.

You shook your head, clutching onto Kelly. “Nauseous.”

Jay sighed and looked to Matt. “Do we still have her Zofran? Maybe get her to take one and let that work before we get something in her and some fever reducers?” Jay pondered thoughtfully, trying to think of what Will has done in the past for you.

Matt nodded, heading to the bathroom. “If not, maybe we can give Will a call after all just to have him bring some over. Let me check first though.”

All the boys knew you wouldn’t ingest anything if you felt nauseous. You have an extreme fear of throwing up and you always avoid it at all cost. They knew you had to be feeling bad to have the trash can near by.

You moaned into Kelly’s neck, squirming in his lap as a wave of nausea went through your body. Your breathing picked up as Kelly and Jay heard your stomach gurgle. Jay took the trash can from Kelly and held it close to you as Kelly rubbed your back.

“Baby. If it’s gonna happen, let it happen. We have you. It’ll be over soon.” Kelly said, looking over at Jay. Kelly could feel the sweat suddenly collecting on your forehead, cooling his neck from the previous dry burn your forehead was leaving before hand. Kelly knew what was coming.

You shakily turned in Kelly’s lap, facing toward Jay and angled your head over the bin. Kelly kept you steady as you turned, then he secured you by the waist and rubbed your belly above the sweatshirt. Jay leaned forward and quickly kissed your forehead before he swept back your fly aways. Jay kept a solid hold on the trash can and let you place your hand under his so that he could hold onto you. Matt came back in with the pills and one of your headbands, quickly placing it to catch your flyaways when he came in and saw your current position.

Silence was heard about the apartment as nobody dared to move. Suddenly, you heaved, almost flying forward but being caught by Kelly’s hold on you. Matt held your forehead and rubbed your back. All the boys shushed you and whispered words of comfort as you brought up wave after wave of vomit. Kelly could feel how violent your stomach was beneath his hand as he rubbed soothing circles on the area. Matt rubbed and thumped your back, trying his best to sooth you and help you through the worst of it. Jay stayed silent but held onto you and the trash can. Jay wasn’t great with vomit, but he wasn’t going to leave you either. His girl always came first, so he just kept his mouth shut and tried to focus on comforting you.

Once you were finished, you fell back into Kelly’s awaiting arms. Matt took the garbage can to clean out while Jay took the cloth off your neck and gently wiped your face. You were still shaking as you reached for Jay, wanting to be in his arms. Jay smiled at you, his eyes gleaming with pride that you wanted him when you were this sick. Jay gently took you from Kelly and switch positions, leaning against the headboard with you straddling his lap.

“What happened babygirl?” Jay whispered, kissing your neck as he rubbed your back in a soothing up and down motion.

“Wasn’t feeling good. Knew you guys had a long day. Just wanted a bath and bed, but I didn’t want to bother you guys. So I told you to go.” You explained, mumbling the explanation into Jay’s shoulder.

Kelly sighed next to you and Jay, craning his neck to look at you. “Sweetheart. We would have rather been here taking care of you. We just thought you wanted space.” Kelly explained, rubbing your arm.

“Feel like a burden. ‘M always sick.” You whispered, turning your head to face Kelly.

Jay and Kelly frowned, both ready to answer, but Matt beat them to it. “Baby girl. You are not a burden.” Matt said firmly, coming back in and sitting the trash can on the night stand just incase. “You are amazing and beautiful and smart and kind and thoughtful and brave. You are everything good. Never are you a burden.”

Jay and Kelly nodded in agreement. “We know you can’t help getting sick. You have a compromised immune system.” Jay added, rubbing your back.

“Plus, you have three amazing boyfriends who love you and cherish you and want to take care of you.” Kelly pipped up, booping your nose. “We choose you every day and we would do it every time.”

“We would take this from you if we could, but we can’t.” Matt said.

“So instead, we are going to make sure you know we love you. We will always be here to take care of you. We want to.” Jay said, kissing your head.

“You have to tell us though. Okay?” Matt asked, looking at you.

You nodded, reaching out to Matt. Matt obliged, sitting down on Jay’s other side and taking you from the detective. You snuggled in as your boys tended to you. You couldn’t have a better family than the little one you had right here on this bed.

#one chicago #jay halstead #matt casey #kelly severide #one chicago x reader #fluff #matt casey x reader #comfort #jay halstead x reader #anxiety attack #emeto tw #emeto

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babiebom · 3 months

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apologies for my absence- holiday periods are tiring lmao how were they for you? unfortunately we have yet to watch the fnaf movie, as our group is one that is exceedingly difficult to make plans around because we're all busy 💀 but then there's the one guy who doesn't want to leave his house lmao luckily, iv'e been pretty good at staying away from spoilers, so i've got that going for me. on the other hand, i'm planning to go see Trolls 3, and my mother and sister recently went to see the new Wonka movie. Though from what i've heard from a friend, Wonka's no good :// Yeahhh, if i actually commit to the mod, i'd have to learn pixel art and reteach myself code and programming 😭... i used to be somewhat decent at it. oooo yes i love a good choose your own adventure! they're so much fun and i've actually coded 1 of my own :,) it was through Visual Basics though, so the formatting was a bit weird for me lmao if you're going for a visual novel type of look and playability, I'd probably recommend Unity or itch.io? in my experience, Unity is probably easier to use.. theres another website/app i used but i can't recall the name sadly :( if i do i'll get back to you though! i don't have that much of a detailed request this time, but perhaps some fluff and love languages between rasmodius and the reader? or like hcs of rasmodius's evolving interest/thoughts arund the reader before finally getting together? i'd perhaps request nsfw/smut stuff too but tbh i just don't have any ideas 💛 tysmm :D -🔮

A/N: I’m glad you’re okay!! Honestly I’ve been sick these past couple of weeks (I caught pneumonia and had it for a month before going to the hospital. I thought it was a cold oopsies) I haven’t watched anything new recently but I am watching the third season of singles inferno with some friends. And I guess until I can figure out how to make a visual novel I have to write the fic out lmao sucks for me because I think a game would be better but oh well. What can I do? And like always I’ll try to do both!! Check back for the second one!!

Tw: cursing, slight nsfw but no full on smut. Let me know if there’s something I missed!!

Wc: I have no idea! But these are headcanons so 10+ is the goal!!

Sdv Masterlist

Okay so there are five main types of love languages.

Physical touch, Words of Affirmation, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service, and Quality Time.

I would also like anyone reading this to remember that these love languages are how you want to be loved/receive love not how you show love to others.

I do think that Rasmodius is very connected to himself

And by that I mean I think he knows himself very well, or at least he thinks he knows himself very well.

And for a long time I think he probably thought that Quality Time and Physical Touch were his main two love languages.

I mean idk if it’s canon but in my opinion I do think he cheated on the witch with Caroline

And I’m not gonna go into it here because this isn’t about them, but I think it might’ve had to do with that and his own struggles with temptations.

And I also think gift giving is canon for literally every single character in stardew because that’s the main way to befriend someone.

But I think that after marrying you/beginning to date you he realizes that his actual love language is words of affirmation.

While Physical touch and quality time are still very important to him, being with you makes him see that he really does like being praised.

Like whenever you say that he has done something well, or that you like something he has done his heart flutters as if he were a teenager again.

Especially when it comes to his magic

Like I feel like the townspeople aren’t really fond of him

And they never thank him for the things that he does whenever they actually need him for stuff

Like the haunted maze

Like they’re just talking about how weird he is and how he got it done

But they never stop and say anything that’s positive like WTF

So I think he would appreciate whenever you thank him or praise him and it would go straight to his head (which one idk 👀)

With quality time I feel like you get a lot of it after he moves to the farm

Like unless he’s working in his tower, or you’re off somewhere like in the mines

That you’re like together even if it’s spent in silence

And he loves that

Like he was super lonely before even if he doesn’t want to admit it

So just being in the same room as you counts as quality time for him.

And if you’re doing an activity that’s particularly domestic

He’s in heaven like he doesn’t wanna make it a big deal

But baking and helping you around the farm makes his heart soar.

I think in terms of how he shows love i think he would show it in acts of service and gift giving

Like oh you don’t feel well?

Don’t bother going to the clinic he’s just going to create a potion that stops you from getting sick

You’re afab and you’re having bad cramps during your period?

Consider them gone

Look at this thing he got for you

And while yeah this might seem like either a lot of insincere

In his mind and heart this is how he shows that he appreciates you and wants you to live a good and easy life.

If he can make things easier and less stressful for you

That’s exactly what he’s going to do

He loves you and while he loves receiving attention and love he’s kinda crap at giving it in the same way because he just doesn’t really know how

So this is how he does

He’s VERY romantic sometimes and shows it through gifts and services.

Very cute and a good significant other when you get past his rough exterior.

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twice-inamillion · 1 year

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Sana’s Birthday Wish Part 1

Part 161 (TIS)

Sana watches as Ari and Hina are reunited with Mina after being out for so long. She’s happy for both side because a mother shouldn’t be separated from their child. At the same time she feels some jealousy.

Ari and Hina are back with Mina and are ready to go to sleep and Mina asks Sana for Ari’s belongs. Sana heads to her room and gets most of Ari’s belong and places them inside a large basket.

She walks towards the hallway to Mina’s room but she’s y/n as she pass by. Sana is asked if she’s okay and tries to hide her sadnesses.

Once she’s gets back to her room sana locks herself and see’s how much more empty the room is with Ari. She gets ready to shower and thinks about the times that she would bathe with Ari together. “I’m already miss my Ari. I hope she’s happy with Mina.”

A bit of time passes and sana is finally ready to go to sleep, “are you ready to sleep, Ari?” she asks but no response. Sana looks towards her bed where Ari would normally be before going to sleep with Sana.

She slowly lays in bed she can’t help but think about Ari and if she is doing well with Mina. She knows that Ari enjoys sleeping in her arms and how she likes to be sung to sleep. She holds the small stuffed animal as she slowly cries herself to sleep.

The next morning wasn’t a better one for Sana, since she was not in the best mood to get up and interact with anyone else. Instead she locks herself in her room and decides to sleep in.

Around brunch time the members know that Sana hasn’t been down which is weird because she would be one of the first ones down. Jeongyeon goes up to Sana’s room and knocks the door “sana, we’re going to have brunch, come down and eat with us.” Waiting for a reply but no luck and knocks again. “I don’t want to, I’m not hungry.”

Jeongyeon tríes to open the door but it’s lock. “Sana when did you close the door, open up.” “I don’t want to see anyone right now, just leave me alone” says sana. “Open up, sana. I’ll knock the door down if I have too.” Sana finally opens the door and walks back to bed. “What’s wrong sana? Want to talk about it? asks Jeongyeon. “I just don’t feel well” says Sana. “Do you want me to help you come down?” Knowing that Jeongyeon was not going to take no for an answer sana finally she finally agreed.

Jeongyeon and Sana finally came down to the kitchen living room where the rest of the members were eating. Jeongyeon led sana to the chair where they wouldn’t see her swollen eyes at we’re there from crying. Jihyo sitting next to her pats her thigh and whispers “are you okay? Do you need to talk?” Sana softly nods yes, and Jihyo responds with a rub on her back.

A couple of hours passed, y/n and some of the other members are playing with the girls outside before the snow that’s predicted to fall down.

Sana and Jihyo are back in Sana’s room and are ready to discuss her situation. “What happened Sana? What’s been making you feel so down? Are you hurt?” asks Jihyo.

Sana shakes her head from side to side, “it’s not that. I just feel so conflicted. I shouldn’t feel like this, instead I should feel happy but I’m not. Im actually sad and jealous, what’s wrong with me?”

“Is it about the twins? About Ari going back to sana?” asks Jihyo. Sana just sits there motionless and no response, just tears flowing down her face. Silence is what engulfs the room.

Jihyo hugs sana and she begins to cry uncontrollably. “I feel like a bad friend for being jealous of Mina. I should be happy that the girls reunited with her but at the same time I kind of wish she didn’t, not with my Ari.” You should wish her the best, sana. A child needs to be with their mother. You know that you can always see her” says Jihyo.

“I know that but I’ve raised her for these past few months. I fed her, changed her, bathe her, and treated her when she’s been sick. Does that count for nothing? Am I just suppose to give her away like that? Like nothing happened?

“You’ve done a wonderful thing, you’ve been a second mother to Ari. That itself should be a gift for you” says Jihyo. “Yeah, a second mother. I’m just tossed to the side, huh” say sana. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that” says Jihyo.

“I think you would make a wonderful mother, sana. Maybe you’ll find someone and have children with and be happy” says Jihyo. “You mean it? You think I’ll be a a great mother? asks sana as she wipes her tears.

“Yes, you’re basically the only one that can keep up with all the babies together. I know how good you are with children” says Jihyo. Hearing this lifts Sana’s spirits up a little bit.

“You think I can have children like yours and Mina’s? ask sana. “Yes, you will have wonderful children that w take after you. I mean you can totally see it with my and Jisoo, she’s practically the mini version of me.”

“Haha… that’s true. She does look like you a lot. She’s also very competitive and energetic like you” says Sana.

“See… you can have that too. Imagine, having a mini sana running around, with your significant other.

“I want that, I really do. I can just imagine hold her in my arms.”

“You will, I’ll support you. The members will support you” said Jihyo.

“Really? You’re not lying? asked sana. “Of course not” said Jihyo.

“Then can I confess something to you Jihyo? But don’t get mad okay?” says sana. “I won’t get mad, you can tell me. What is it?”

“I want y/n to be the one to give me a child. I want him to be the one to impregnate me” says sana in shy manner. “Wait… why y/n. You can any man of your choice?” asked Jihyo.

“He’s the best choice. I mean he’s dependable, really good with us and the kids, i know he would make a great father to my kids. I mean look at you, Mina and Dahyun. You three are able to work it out. Plus, I’ve already had a little taste of him, I’m hooked” said sana.

“What do you mean, hooked?” asked Jihyo. “We’ve fucked a couple of times. Well not consensually, actually. I did attack him the first few times” said sana.

“You attacked him?”

“Well… I didn’t know how approach him when he was busy with the members. So I attacked him when he was sleeping and had my way with him. I was scared at first because I didn’t know what to do but but having giving him my first time, the way he felt inside of me, I knew that I needed to have him as my father to my children, no one else.”

“Do the other members know?” asked Jihyo. “I told Jeongyeon but I told her to keep it a secret. “So what about y/n, how does he feel about this?”

“Well, in the begging he didn’t know it was me but he ended up finding out during the trip to Japan. He said to ask you first, if you’re comfortable with it.”

Jihyo is in deep thought, not knowing how to process this. She calls for y/n to come to the room and confirm the situation.

Y/n knocks on the door and Jihyo answers, tell y/n to enter. You see both Jihyo and Sana sitting on the bed and somewhat know the situation.

Jihyo gets you up to date with what happened before you arrive and confirm most of the things sana said. You mentioned how you didn’t know who attacked you and at some point thought it was Jihyo. It wasn’t until the trip to Japan where you found out who this mystery woman was.

“I also want to confess something too, Jihyo. During the trip I was drunk and upset that Mina was with another man so I ended up having sex with sana.”

Jihyo looks at you but stays silent. She doesn’t know what to do with this situation. “It’s one thing to have a member fall for you, y/n. But for just the purpose of getting pregnant, I’m not sure.”

Hearing this makes sana get emotional and say “I thought you said you were going to support me. Were those just empty words, Jihyo? I asked you for permission just like how y/n, asked me to, rather than just going for it. I thought you more than anyone would understand what motherhood is to a woman” as she begins to cry.

“I’m sorry, sana. It’s just that I’m confused. We all know how much you want a family but this is too sudden. I didn’t know you would choose y/n as your partner.”

“Maybe you can find a nice man, that can fulfill your wish” you say. “Y/n, might be right sana. Just think about it” says Jihyo.

Sana stands up and says “if it’s not y/n, then I’ll just do what I told y/n.” “Don’t, you don’t have to do that say. Don’t lower yourself like that” you says. “What does sana mean, y/n?”

“Sana said that she’ll get strange men to fuck her” you said. “No! Don’t do that! You don’t have degrade yourself like that Sana” said Jihyo.

“You leave me no choice, if I can’t have y/n, then I guess any random guy can do. Maybe I’ll just get a random fan or a guy from a club fuck me and get me pregnant instead. Maybe we can make it more interesting and have multiple men gangbang m…”

“Stop! You don’t need to go that far! Let me think about it” said Jihyo.

“Really? Are you serious? I’m going to be a mother?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Sana. I haven’t made up my mind yet” said Jihyo. “I’ll do anything for you to say yes! When are you going to make up your mind?” asked sana.

“I don’t know yet. I haven’t thought about it”said Jihyo. “It would be a great birthday gift! I can’t wait!” replied sana.

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taleasnewastime · 2 years

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Dating advice | Part nineteen

Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, I’m hoping it’s clear as they keep discussing but reader is not drunk! Lol, swearing, explicit sexual language, oral (m receiving), slight fingering, safe sex.

Authors Note: Gah!!! I’m sure you can see what is going to happen in this one … enjoy!! Only one left after this :(

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It’s you that makes your arms swing between your bodies, but Yoongi lets you. You giggle and smile, slightly inebriated, but also high on life. Yoongi just stares ahead, the usual blank expression written across his features. You swear you can see it cracking every time you glance at him, or maybe you’re just getting better at reading him.

You don’t have to ask him if he wants to come inside. He walks you to your door, let’s go of your hand so you can unlock it and when you let it swing open wide and don’t close it behind you, you hear Yoongi follow.

“Want some water?”

He asks as he passes you struggling to take your shoes off in the hall. Again, you don’t answer and again he just goes ahead and gets you a glass anyway. He finds you settled into the sofa, head lolled backwards but eyes open looking at the ceiling.

“Do you want some paracetamol too?” He chuckles as he hands you the cool glass.

You don’t answer, just start sipping at your glass. But this time when Yoongi starts to turn and head back to the kitchen you reach out and grab his wrist. A small amount of water tips over the side of your glass, though neither of you pay it any attention.

“Can you just sit down?” You say up at him, clinging to his wrist.

“I’m just trying to look after my girl.”

My girl. Your heart does a weird flip. It’s not helped by the fact that he says it so naturally, his face it’s normal cool self. If he realises what he’s said, he’s not bothered.

You give his wrist a small tug towards you. “Well, she wants you to sit.”

The corners of his lips tug upwards as he looks down at you for a second longer. You’re about to start pouting and whining and maybe he realises because he finally gives in. Plopping down by your side, his thigh and arm resting along the length of your body.

“I’m really not drunk, you know?”

He hums, still unconvinced at the words you’ve been telling him for the past hour.

You giggle, turning your body towards him. “I’m really not.”

“So that’s why you could barely walk home straight?”

“No, that was because you kept tugging my hand. I kept losing balance.”

“Right,” he elongates the word, still looking amused. “And what about the fact your eyes have that faraway look?”

“I don’t know, maybe you’re just not interesting me that much.”

Yoongi mocks offense as he twists to face you and before you can react his fingers are all over you. You squirm away from him giggling but he’s too fast for you. His fingers work up your sides, not giving in.

“Yoongi,” you can barely get his name out. “I’ve got water in my hand.”

It’s enough for him to pause, long enough for him to take the water out of your hands and place it on the coffee table and then he’s back on you.

He pushes you so your back falls on the sofa. His knees either side of you as his fingers continue their movements. There’s no escape however hard you push him.

“Yoongi,” you giggle, but you may as well have said nothing given the way Yoongi leans in closer, his hands finding a particularly soft spot that has you squirming harder.

“Take it back and I’ll stop.”

You can barely even remember what it was you said. Only a minute has passed and yet your mind is blank. Yoongi comes to your rescue.

“Say I’m the best, most interesting boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

You huff out another laugh and then just about manage to repeat his words through your breathlessness.

The silence is loud when Yoongi finally stops tormenting you. Your chest is heavy as it rises up and down. You let out a breathy laugh as you look up at Yoongi still perched over you. He’s closer than you’d realised and now you’re more with it you realise the position you’re in. His chest is nearly touching yours as he leans into you. His hands are either side of your head. His knees either side of your hips and you can feel the light brush of his crotch against yours.

His eyes are dark, his face holds no humour as he looks down at you. There’s a ghost of a smile on your lips, but it’s quick to fall when your mind clears.

“Boyfriend?” You utter the word you’d both just said.

His eyes flick between yours. You can see his mind working and you pray he doesn’t back away from this, you pray he just says whatever it is he clearly wants to say.

“If you want?”

You lips curl upwards, the gesture seems to do nothing to calm Yoongi. You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you before you answer him.

“Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

Yoongi hides his smile by placing his lips against yours. Soft and quick. His chest pressing against yours as his mouth takes your bottom lip between his. When he pulls away it’s too soon. But his chest is still pressed against yours and you drape your arms around his neck to make sure he doesn’t retreat any further.

“You should go to bed.”

“I’d be happy if you want to join.”

His eyes flash, but his face stays neutral. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m really not.”

You push yourself up as your arms tug him towards you. Your lips meet his again and this time neither of you are as quick to pull away.

Yoongi’s body pushes down into you and you get a feel of just how turned on he is. The moan you let out is enough for Yoongi to slip his tongue into your mouth. He’s soft and slow with his movements, isn’t rushing anything. You think you may prefer it to the hot and heavy versions you’ve had of this in the past.

When Yoongi rolls his hips into yours again it’s almost too much. The amount of things to focus on at the moment is messing with your slightly fuzzy head.

Yoongi smiles as he pulls his lips away from yours, but before you can pull him back in he’s moving them to your jaw and then down your neck. It’s almost better than having his lips locked with yours so you decide to let him carry on.

Your breath feels too quick and heavy. Your senses all over the place. The pleasure you’re feeling way too high. But you can’t stop any of it, don’t want to stop any of it.

You feel almost helpless as you lie under Yoongi, you’re completely at his disposal and while you’re enjoying that thing he’s currently doing with his tongue on your neck, you hate feeling out of control for too long.

“You never did bring that whip.”

You feel Yoongi’s smile widen against your skin. Hear his chuckle as well as feel it rumble through him all the way into you. He pulls himself up, pushes forward so his head is hovering over yours. You’d be disappointed if it weren’t for the fact you now get to see that wide smile up close.

“I knew you were into it.”

You roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. “You did look hot in your hat. And those trousers – really hugged your ass.”

“Is this how you get when you’re drunk?”

“Thought we’d established I’m not drunk.”

He hums, eyes flicking between yours, that wide smile still in place. “Is this how you get when you’re comfortable then?”

You flush, though try to hide it. Instead of talking, you try to pull Yoongi’s lips back to yours. This time he’s not as easy to move.

“You looked hot too,” he says gently, sounding like he means every word. “And I never thanked you for inviting me along.”

“It’s ok.”

“Nah,” he says, not letting you brush this away, realising how big a deal it is. “It was nice to meet your friends. They’re all really nice.”

“I guess they’re ok,” you mutter.

Yoongi’s smile is still wide, the amusement still in his eyes. He can read every emotion that flicks over your face, you know. Luckily, this time he doesn’t continue to push.

“So come on then,” he goads instead. “What exactly is it you’d want me to do with this whip?”

“I don’t know,” you say the words evenly. “You didn’t bring one, so I guess you won’t find out.”

He chuckles, eyes crinkling before he dips back down onto your lips. You push yourself up into him, try and connect your hips again as you slip your tongue into his mouth. You can feel his smile now as one of his hands tightens on your hip. Your hands go to the curls of hair at the nap of his neck, toying with them but also trying to keep him where he is. You enjoy the teasing but you enjoy this so much more.

Settling against you, you can feel just how affected Yoongi is by this make-out session. It’s a shame really, though you have no doubt he knows what you’re thinking, no part of your body is giving it away as strongly as his.

One of your hands roam down his side, his jacket gets in the way as move to his lower back, you’re not entirely sure why he’s kept it on but don’t think too much about it. Yoongi’s lips pull back into a goofy smile when you grab a handful off his ass. It’s the thing that stops your kiss, because although you’d keep going, his smile is all teeth, his lips pull back so that your teeth clash with his.

“You really do like these trousers, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” you mutter, reaching up to place your lips on his again.

When he pulls away at the same rate as your advance you look up at his eyes. He suddenly looks so unsure. Have you come on too strong all of a sudden? You thought you were on the same page as to where this was heading, but maybe you need to clarify.

“Want to go up to my room?”

He still looks unsure, his body fully peeling off you now. He’s still hovering over you, there is just little of him touching you now. You don’t panic though, unlike you once might have, you just wait for him to get what he wants off his chest.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

It’s your turn to smile now. “Yeah.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re drunk.”

You chuckle, reach a hand up to brush one of the strands of hair that’s flopped into his eyes behind his ear.

“I’m not drunk.”

“But you have drunk.”

“Yes. I’ve had a few drinks, but I switched to water over an hour ago,” you reply. “I’m really fine, Yoongi.”

He still doesn’t look completely sure as he stares down at you. He looks like he’s having an internal battle with himself about what he should do. Because you know from when he was grinding on you that at least part of him wants you. But you also know Yoongi’s morals and know that if even a small part of him thinks you didn’t want this or aren’t in a position to consent to it, then he would never do anything.

“Unless you don’t feel comfortable with doing this,” you say. “Because that’s fine too.”

“I don’t want you to regret anything. Because we don’t have to do this tonight.”

Your smile is small as you look up at him. But your heart feels like it’s going to explode. You honestly don’t think you could feel any more attached to this man. And you realise that yes, you want to do this now but you also want to do it and everything else with him for as long as you can. You’ve never felt this way for anyone, and while it may not quite be love, you know it’s as close to it as you’ve ever felt.

“I want to have sex with you, Yoongi,” you whisper.

His eyes continue to flick between yours, his face gives nothing away. You think he’s going to continue down the route of saying you’re drunk. And honestly, if he does, you don’t mind because you realise that he’s right, even if you don’t do this now that doesn’t mean you’ll never do it. Part of you was so scared before that each moment with Yoongi would be your last that you were so worried to mess anything up. But now you know that whatever happens now, it’s not the end.

Yoongi’s answer comes in the soft press of his lips to yours. A light touch and then nose still touching yours he says, “you said something about your bedroom?”

Your heart thumps as you lead Yoongi up to your room and when you get there you just stand in the middle, turn to look at him slowly enter, his eyes flicking around every inch. You feel like an estate agent, feel nervous but are also buzzing with excitement. Yet you don’t know what to do, just stand staring at Yoongi framed in your door.

His eyes finally rest on you. He drinks you in as the air in the room thickens. You imagine he has to wade through it as he walks towards you and maybe that’s why he’s going so slow.

He stops with his toes grazing yours and despite everything that’s happened tonight, despite the fact you were making out on the sofa not five minutes ago, you don’t rush into anything now. You bite your lower lip as Yoongi’s eyes bore into you.

His hands touching your hips sends a jolt through you. You must have actually jolted given the way he pauses for a second. You swear you can see a ghost of a smile on his lips as he curls his fingers under your shirt, his hands warm on you. It’s the first time he’s broken your eye contact, his eyes going down to where his fingers work at your buttons. One by one they come undone. You wish he’d rip them off, at this moment you hardly care for the garment, you just want his skin on yours. But as if he doesn’t have a care, Yoongi just continues on at his snails pace, that small smile still on his lips as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

You tug the shirt off when he’s finished what feels like hours later. He can’t seem to take his eyes off the lacy bra you decided to wear tonight and when you go to unclasp it, his hand darts out, stopping you.

“Not yet,” he says, voice deep, eyes still on your chest.

You wait for him to do something, anything. And when he takes too long you take action into your own hands.

Slipping to your knees you look up at him. His chest seems to be rising faster but he doesn’t stop you as your hands go to his belt. It’s a shame to take the white trousers off, they truly are some of your favourites. As you unbutton him, he pulls his jacket off and before you know it, it’s only his pants left to go.

You swallow as you stare at him, but don’t let yourself think too hard. Reaching out, you pull his boxers down and toss them on the growing pile of clothes

He’s as hard as you felt earlier. His tip already leaking. You glance up at him, eyes wide as he stares down at you. His throat bobs before you reach forward and take him in your hand and just before your lips touch him, he lets out a low moan.

He’s like your favourite flavour of popcorn, salty on your tongue. And though he’s not massive, with your gag reflex, you still struggle. Still, Yoongi seems to enjoy whatever you’re doing. His hand floating onto the top of your head, a soft presence encouraging you in your movements rather than forcing them.

You’ve never been the biggest fan of this. The thought of doing it never sounding that appealing. But kneeling here now, Yoongi in your mouth, the small moans sounding out above you, you can understand the hype.

Yoongi curses above you when you run your tongue along his bulbous head, his hand tightens subconsciously on your head. You smirk as your run your tongue back down along his length. Who knew creating someone else’s pleasure could be so enjoyable. Because you are enjoying it. The moans, the hand on your head, the taste and feel of Yoongi in your mouth, it’s all adding to the wetness pooling in your pants.

It's when you gag after taking him a bit too deep that he stops you. His hand pushing you off him, his voice repetitively telling you to stop. You look up at him, ready to tell him that you’re ok when you realise that’s not why he’s stopping you. His face is flush, his hair flopping into his face, some of it sticking to his damp skin, his eyes are closed but after a second he opens them and when he looks down at you, they appear pure black.

“Where are your condoms?”

It takes you a second to answer, a small thrill running down your spin. “Bedside table.”

“Right,” he offers you a hand up, and when you’re level with him, he looks that much fiercer. “I want you out of those clothe and on that bed. Now.”

You find yourself nodding, unsure quite what to do. You’ve never seen Yoongi like this, but you can’t deny you’re getting incredibly turned on by it. Maybe you should have brought that whip after all.

While Yoongi finds the condom, you shimmy out of your clothes. You’re just getting on the bed when you hear him tearing the foil packet open and you watch as he rolls the clear plastic down his length. You’re not sure what he must read in your face when he looks at you, you feel only pure excitement, but you know that you must look flustered with your eyes wide.

He strokes himself as he climbs up onto the bed and then places his legs either side of yours as he crawls over you. His fingers go to your hips and then slowly move inwards, stopping just before they get anywhere.

“We can stop anytime, you know.”

Your eyes shoot to where his hover over you. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He chuckles, but still doesn’t move his hand where you want it, instead he draws little circles just inches away. He leans in, a playful smile on his lips.

“You’re so demanding all of a sudden,” he mutters against you.

Before you can respond he’s taking the words away from you, first with his fingers running through your folds, and then with his lips pressing against yours.

His fingers work your wetness around. He dips lightly into your entrance and then moves up to your clit, draws a few tightly little circles before moving away. He swallows every one of your moans, his tongue drawing similar circles in your mouth as his fingers are doing.

You’re not sure what changes, maybe he’s just growing tired, or too aroused but all of a sudden everything stops. His hand and mouth both drawing away. You open your closed eyes, ready to protest when you see him looking down between you. Just as the words are about to escape a moan comes out instead, Yoongi pressing his tip to your entrance.

You wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck again. You watch as Yoongi’s breath becomes heavy, his eyes still looking between you as he moves his tip in the same patten as his fingers. When he stops at your entrance, he looks back at you.

“You sure?”

You nod, then feel the need to verbalise it. “Yeah.”

He only pauses for a second this time, something close to relief washing over his features before you feel him pushing into you.

He’s bigger than you remember, and he feels slightly uncomfortable as he fully pushes in. He doesn’t stop though. His eyes closed, he slowly drags himself halfway out before pushing back in. It’s slow enough to let you grow used to it and with every pull and push he grows steadily faster.

Your fingers tighten in his hair and you drag him down so you can place your lips on his. It’s sloppy and with the force that Yoongi is working himself into you, his lips occasionally slip off yours and bump into your nose. You giggle a little every time only to moan when he thrusts deeply into you.

He pulls your knee up, widening your hips as his lips fall to your neck. Your bed bangs lightly against the wall but neither of you notice or care. You’re both too focused on each other to notice the world around you.

Pleasure builds up in you, a tight little ball right in your centre ready to explode and it feels like Yoongi is doing everything he can to pop it. His body driving into you, his chest grating against yours, his breath fanning across your neck.

You feel Yoongi twitch inside you a moment before your insides clamp down on him and then convulse in pleasure. Your moans become a choir of noise, his a deeper tone to yours. He continues to move in you for a second, dragging out as much pleasure as he can and he only stills when he’s at the deepest point within you.

Your heavy breaths fill the room with noise, chests bang against each other as they rise and fall in different rhythms.

You recover first, curl your fingers where they still lay in his hair, sooth your hand down the back of his neck. Yoongi’s breaths level out and then his lips are pecking your neck, once, twice, before he’s pulling away.

He slips out of you, rolls onto his side before slipping the condom off and places it aside to deal with later. When he opens his arms you make not arguments about crawling into them and he places some more soft kissed on your forehead.

“That was fucking fantastic.”

You giggle as you look up at him, a wide smile on his face as he looks down at you. You can’t help yourself; it feels like second nature to lean up and place your lips on his for a second before falling back onto his chest.

“Yeah,” you grin. “It was pretty great.”

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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year

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Guardian angel; Matt Murdock x teen daughter reader

*Author’s note*

Okay this little idea randomly popped into my head over the weekend so I decided to post it up here and see what you all think. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, we NEED MORE DAREDAD FICS!!! Seriously this man DESERVES happiness *ted talk over*

Now the way I picture this fic is like PRE S.1 like just before the events of the first episode of the series. The early days of Matt being daredevil or in this case the Man in the Mask aka the Devil of Hell’s kitchen.

Warnings: fluff, some angst, teen pregnancy (protection was used but remember kids wrap it before you tap it), some chaotic religious aspects shown but not acted upon,

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@queen-paladin

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@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@austynparksandpizza

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I knew I couldn’t hide this forever. It was only a matter of time before he got too suspicious or worse found out about me and Austin’s…..I took a heavy breath as I bounced my leg anxiously and rubbed my hands over my face.

I heard my phone rang and across the screen was my favorite picture of Austin playing his acoustic guitar and my name for him flashed across the screen, “The King” with three heart emojis and a king emoji. He was asking for a Facetime which I accepted.

“Hi baby.”

“There’s my best girl.” I blushed as I ducked down.

“You know what that nickname does to me.”

“And I’ll still say it an infinite amount of times just to see you get flustered every time.”

Austin Callahan, probably one of the cutest boys at St. Maria’s Catholic School. Captain of the swim team and the basketball team, honor student, and the nicest guy in the world who loves listening to Elvis music as well as all the oldies rock and roll? Could there be any other dream guy?

Not only that but we had been friends since we started our High school year until just last year at homecoming, he admitted to having feelings for me as he gave me a handmade rose he made from one of the napkins (I still have it to this day in my pencil cup on my desk at home). From there our romance began to shine.

Of course being in a relationship, there was no hiding it from my dad. Well when your dad is a lawyer like Matthew Murdock of “Nelson & Murdock” obviously you can’t hide anything from him. Believe me I’ve tried in the past and he finds out every time.

Which is why I’ve taken up residence at my all-time bff Maddie’s place. It’s not much (Hell’s kitchen never is) but it’s home, nevertheless. The reason why I’m sleeping over at my friend’s house almost indefinitely is because—I’m pregnant. Yep, 17 years old and I’m pregnant just short of a month and a half.

Past couple of weeks I’ve been getting really sick, like even just the smell of Hell’s kitchen’s smog is enough to make me puke my guts out. I also began to realize that I hadn’t gotten my period yet. So one day after school with Maddie at my side, we went to the local doctor’s office, told them about my symptoms and my late period and after some blood work and a pregnancy test, I came back positive.

Austin was the first person to tell and he was shocked at first but he took me by the hands, looked me in the eye and swore to me that he wasn’t gonna leave me like his daddy did him and his mama. I was at least thankful to God above that I had the support of my friends and Austin, but the biggest hurdle was yet to come. My dad.

My dad is not just a Man of the Law, he’s also a Man of God. Not like holy religious that he beat the script of every verse of the Bible into me, or told me everyone is a sinner and everyone is going to Hell should they not repent (thank God). But he did raise me to be a good Catholic girl ever since my mom died of cancer when I was only 2 years old.

He told me to always be aware of my surroundings, know the temptations, and don’t let anyone take advantage of you. And just like that I gave into temptation and now I paid the price (before you say it YES we did use protection).

“How you feeling sweetheart? You ducked out of Chemistry class pretty quick.”

“I’d rather not relive that. I tried so hard to keep it in but that crap that Hilary was wearing as perfume became too much. I mean really there’s a reason why you don’t put on perfume in a classroom especially in a chemistry class. Can’t perfume catch fire or something?”

“Some can. But that scent she claimed she bought from Paris, she’d be a human candle if she got one knick of a Bunsen burner.” I laughed and said.

“Maddie gave me the homework for that class, god I still don’t get how you can understand all that stuff.”

“It’s not that hard really. I mean, we found good chemistry right?” I rolled my eyes and told him.

“That has literally got to be the worst cheesy pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“Can’t blame me if I’m crazy positive about you.”

“Stop!” I whined as he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I swear I’m done now.” He said through his adorable laughter. “So you at Maddie’s again?”

“Yep. Thankfully my dad seems to buy into the fact that we’re doing a project together for history class and I just keep falling asleep here.”

“Wait but didn’t you guys finish that project last week?”

“Yeah but my dad don’t need to know that.”

“Babe. How long are you gonna hide your pregnancy from him?”

“I was thinking….maybe by the time our kid’s out of high school?” he raised his brow at me. “Okay, okay fine! I’ll…..I’ll tell him tomorrow after school. Will—will you be there with me?”

“Anything to take the tension off. It took two to tango after all. Plus I met your dad before, I know he’ll be okay with this.”

“I just….” I trailed off looking down at the ground sadly.

“What? What is it (Y/n)?”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Babe…..”

“No, no Austin just—just listen for a second. Sure my dad’s cool, he’s a kickass upcoming lawyer. He’s not embarrassing, he’s not overbearing when it comes to us being Catholic, but what if he doesn’t want me anymore? Teenage pregnancies are frowned upon and as soon as I start really showing the signs, those hens are gonna cluck.”

“Then let them cluck. It’s not any of their business. This is about us, about you. Our child. Yes we’re still kids and yeah we’re still in school just about to get into adulthood, this is our life. If you still want to have this baby, I’m in. But if you change your mind down the line, I’ll support that too. Because we’re in this together baby girl.”

“How did I ever get so lucky to get you as my boyfriend?”

“Believe me, if anyone’s lucky it’s me. How I ever managed to convince you to be my girlfriend is a miracle that only the good Lord knows.” I smiled and said to him.

“Goodnight king.”

“G’night pretty mama.” He couldn’t help but say in his best Elvis impression. I smiled and kissed my hand before blowing him a kiss and he did the same for me before winking at me and we ended the facetime call.

“I swear the way you two talk to each other makes me want to puke out butterflies and rainbows.” Maddie’s voice said. I turned and she came in with some tomato soup, saltine crackers and pickles.

Another strange thing during my pregnancy is that every now and then I’m getting these cravings for the weirdest shit. Like just the other day, I had sliced orange slices as a side dish for my mashed potatoes and everyone knows how much I loathe oranges (even the smell of them has made me gagged for years). And yet I needed them, or I guess the baby needed them.

“Well that is if your strange food combos don’t make me first. You know how I’ve hated even looking at pickles.”

“I know I’m sorry. But you’re the best for getting some for me.” I said as I took a sliced pickle and put it between two crackers and ate it like a sandwich. Maddie gagged and turned away as she turned on her tv and switched it to MTV to see our favorite show Ridiculousness was on.

“Ohhh I love this one with Sage. The Jeremy category makes me die everytime!” I exclaimed.

“I know right! But you also can’t beat when Ryan Sheckler came on the show and the animal stalkers category. That cat one still makes me think it was a weeping angel.”

“Right!? I swear all cats are the weeping angels familiars. I don’t care what any whovian says prove me wrong.” I said after slurping up my soup.

“So were you like for real about not telling your dad about the baby?” I dropped my spoon back into the bowl and set the tray aside.

“I thought you said you’d work on your snooping in on other people’s phone calls?”

“I did but when it’s a call this serious about my future godchild, I should have some say in it. And Austin’s right, you gotta tell your dad.”

“I know I should but…..do you remember what happened when Katelyn first came out as bisexual. Her parents completely disowned her and now she’s living with her cousin MJ in Queens. I got no other family to go to, what if my dad isn’t cool with…..I mean yeah I’ll have Austin and you but—”

“I get it. Really I do. I’ve seen how close you and your dad are, hell I’d trade my dad for yours any day.” I playfully shoved her.

“Your dad’s sweet.”

“Yeah sweet like a fly buzzing around me every second. Constantly in my business, wanting to look through my phone, I swear he’s the definition of a helicopter parent.” I looked down as I placed my hands over my lower abdomen where the baby was slowly growing. “Hey,” Maddie wrapped an arm around me and I looked up at her, “Your dad loves you. He’s not like those crazy parents we’ve seen that come to preach about the Lord’s will or the End of the world. He won’t give up on you, I can just feel it.”

“I hope your right Maddie. I really hope so.” I looked at the clock and saw that it was just after 10:30pm. “I’m getting kinda sleepy, think I’ll turn in for the night.”

“Yeah I’m gonna head to bed myself. Night (n/n).”

“Night Mads.” We hugged each other and she went across the hall into her room while I snuggled into my bed in her sister’s room (she had left for college in LA so it’s been used as a guestroom) and tried to get some sleep.

Time ticked by and while I was asleep and my eyes were shut, my brain was just buzzing with so many thoughts, fear and anxiety. I got up from the bed and opened up the window that was near the fire escape and decided I needed some fresh air.

The cold autumn night wind blew over my thin pajama bottoms. I almost wish I had grabbed a hoodie or her sister’s old fleece blanket before scaling up onto the roof. I sat along the edge and just stared out into the city as I listened to the sounds of the sirens that passed by, the occasional stray dog barking or people shouting at each other.

“A bit cold to be up here by yourself.” A voice said behind me. I jumped out of my skin and was surprised to see the latest vigilante that had been rumored to be running around Hell’s kitchen.

Unlike the Avengers, this man is said to be brutal against his enemies. Unleashing his untamable wrath on the scum of Hell’s Kitchen but he never kills them (if you ask me from some of stories I hear, I’m surprised they aren’t dead).

The upper half of his face was covered with a black mask with no holes for his eyes. Seriously how is he able to see through that material? His whole attire was black with a skin-tight black shirt showing off every bit of muscle on his upperbody, thick black pants and black combat boots.

“Coming from the guy wearing a skin-tight t-shirt.”

“You’ve got a quick wit.”

“Smart-mouth Murdock some of the kids call me at school. That’s why I’m co-Captain of the debate team.”

“Co-captain? I would assume you’d be captain.”

“Well there’s always someone clever than you, not to say he isn’t a good captain but he can be an asshole at times.” He turned to me. If I could see under the mask, I’d assume he’d be judging me for my foul language. “Pardon my French.”

“I’ve heard worse. Mind if I sit?”

“I’d assume you’d be out there knocking out bad guys. You know kicking ass and taking names.” He let out a scoffed chuckle.

“I prefer not to take names. That’s one difference between the Avengers and me. I would prefer my name to not be publicly known. Not for my sake but for the people around me.”

“I get that.” I replied softly. “I mean look at Captain America. He shouldn’t even bother with a mask cause everyone knows his name. And don’t get me started on Stark’s public announcement, “I am Iron-man”. No wonder why those aliens came for us if the heroes are publicly announcing to the world ‘hey we’re the big and strong Avengers and you can’t do anything about it’. And next thing you know BAM! Aliens are flying in kamikaze style and nearly blowing us all to hell.”

“A bit cynical for one so young.”

“Sorry. I get snippy and cynical when I’m anxious or stressed.”

“And why’s that?”

“I—” I trailed off. He slowly scooted closer to me and said to me in a soft assuring manner.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. But I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener. Plus with the mask you won’t get any judgmental looks from me.” I picked at my nails as well as stroking my lower abdomen with my pinkie and ring fingers.

“The whole aspect of catholic guilt it—it’s eating me alive.”

“Catholic guilt?”

“You don’t want to hear this. This is just dumb teenage drama that all adults try to pin us with even when we’re going through some really hard and tough shit. It’s not always just teenage drama we have our own problems that you folks don’t seem to get and—” I went on a ramble until I felt him ground me by placed a hand on top of my shoulder.

“Hold on now, take a deep breath.” I turned to him and even through his black mask, I could almost feel the gentleness of his eyes as he had his body fully turned to me, giving me his full attention. I slowly but sharply breathed in through my nose before exhaling shakily.

I did this a couple more times until they became deep, steady breaths.

“There we go. I could hear your heart racing erratically and you were on the verge of a panic attack.”

“You—can you really hear a person’s heartbeat? Or are you just messing with me?”

“It’s a long story but I have enhanced senses that allows me to hear better than most.”

“Wow. That is both dope and freaky at the same time.”

“I apologize if it’s invasive. I don’t mean to do it on purpose.”

“Call me crazy but I believe you.” A slight smile came at the corner of his lips.

“So shall we get back to that spill on catholic guilt?” I bowed my head.

“I was kinda hoping you’d forget about that.”

“I don’t mean to push. But I just feel like you want to talk to someone about this. Someone who isn’t a friend.”

“It’s……my dad.”

“Your dad? Wait he—he doesn’t hurt you, does he?”

“No nothing like that. He’s the best. I swear he’s like my best friend, well after Maddie but still he’s sweet, he’s caring, he’s compassionate. He raised me all by himself for so long that I—I’m afraid he won’t be with me anymore.”

“I’m sorry. I mean eventually we all have to die at some point in our lives. But I’m sure that won’t be for a long, long time for your dad. Unless he’s—”

“I’m not talking about losing him to old age or cancer. I’m talking about that he’ll never speak to me again!” I snapped.

God this pregnancy already has got me so antsy that even the slightest thing in my already stressed out mind, can make me explode. He froze in his spot and it looked like his body was tense at my sudden outburst.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered burying my face into my hands. “The truth is I—I found out just a week ago, that I’m…..I’m a month and a half pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby.”

If I could see under his mask, I’d bet his eyes are bulging out from underneath the satin material.

“Yeah. Pregnant at 17. Go ahead and make assumptions, call me names.”

“You’re sitting next to a guy who goes around wearing a skin-tight shirt and a mask that beats up bad guys late at night. As far as I’m concerned, I am the last person who should be judging you.” He adjusted in his spot as he asked me, “Does the father know?” I nodded.

“Yeah. He was the first person to find out after my best friend. And he’s been nothing but supportive. Even though we’re just about to graduate high school, he’s willing to help out with anything.”

“It’s just you’re afraid to tell your own father about your pregnancy.”

“Don’t get me wrong he’s a great guy. Like I said never once raised a hand to me, was fair in his punishments when I needed them. And he’s not like those so called ‘preachers of God’ that you see out in the streets proclaiming the Lord’s Will and the End of the world. But—he always told me to be careful especially around boys.”

“Were you careful?”

“Yes! Austin had the condoms and everything! But it still happens you know.”

“No I know. I remember my days in health class.” I shook my head shamefully.

“I just…..it’s always just been me and my dad. My whole life he’s always been there for me. Whenever life got tough, no matter how busy he was, he always took the time to check up on me. Even if it’s just a quick hug or a peck on the nose before calling me his ‘guardian angel’. What if—what if he hates me? Or decides I’m not his sweet guardian angel anymore but a shameful harlot of Lucifer?”

Tears stung behind my lashes and I harshly tried to wipe them away but that caused them to start falling down my face. I curled myself inward before choking out.

“I need him now more than ever but I—I feel like he won’t be there for me this time. That when I reach my hand out for him, he’ll turn me aside and I’ll be drowning in the unknown world of parenthood. The guilt, the anxiety, forcing us to drift further and further apart from one another until I…..” I sniffled and wiped more tears as well as my nose with my sleeve. “I feel so alone.”

I felt his hand gently stroke down my hair before it moved down to my back, his gloved hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“He won’t abandon you. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Yes I can.”

“How?” I choked out as I looked up to him. I saw as his jaw tensed up before he said.

“Because…because I have a daughter.” I looked at him surprised. Of course, superheroes and vigilantes can have their own lives they don’t have to be full-time superheroes 24/7.

But who would’ve thought that the Man in the Mask aka the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was a parent.

“You’re a……”

“She’s just around your age. And she means—the world to me. I would want her to be able to come to me for anything, to not be afraid to speak to me. But if she ever did feel the same fear you are now, then I’ve failed as a father.”

“No I—I’m sure you didn’t. It would have nothing to do with your parenting skills, it’s just…..I’ve had friends who had parents just as loving as my dad is. But when they admit to something that goes against their religious code, they disown them or try to repent their sins.”

“But you said your father isn’t like those types of people, right?” I nodded. “I won’t lie. He will be shocked at the news, but give him time to process things and he might just surprise you for what he has to say.”

“I know I should tell him. I can’t hide at Maddie’s forever. But there’s still a lingering voice in my head telling me that when I do tell him, it’ll be the last time I ever see him. I’d give anything to shut that voice up.”

“If you’d like, I could have a word or two with that nagging voice in your head.” That brought probably the first real laugh out of me ever since finding out about my pregnancy.

“I hope those words aren’t with your fists.” He softly laughed.

“No, I mean a real talk. I’d tell it, ‘Alright you negative worm. Stop filling this poor girl’s head with scenarios that aren’t true. Go make like a tree and get out of here!’”

“It’s leaf. It’s make like a tree and leaf.”

“Right that’s it.” I shook my head as I kept laughing.

“You know, you’re not what I’d thought you’d be like.”

“Mean and scary?” I nodded. “Oh to most I’m terrifying but—I have a soft spot for those that are lost. Don’t tell anybody though. Can’t have the scum of Hell’s kitchen thinking I’m too much of a softie.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“As is yours. Now you promise me you’ll tell your father in the morning?”

“Yes. First thing after school.”

“Good.” He said patting my knee. “It’s late, you should get some sleep. You’re not just sleeping for yourself anymore now.” I rubbed my lower abdomen. As he walked away and stood along the edge of the roof I told him.

“Thank you.” He turned to face me and gave me a soft nod before leaping off the roof and he disappeared into the night. I scaled back down the fire escape and re-entered Maddie’s sister’s room and got back into bed.

As promised after school I stood by mine and dad’s apartment and took a deep breath in before exhaling.

“You sure you don’t need me to go in with you anymore baby? You know I don’t mind.” Austin told me.

“No sweetie, I—I need to talk to my dad about this alone.”

“Okay. If he shows leniency, give me a call later?” I nodded. He leaned forward and we kissed each other before he continued on his way home. I took another deep breath and entered the apartment and headed for the elevator.

Once the elevator dinged on our floor, I walked down the hallway until I reached the apartment room. Taking out my key I took another deep breath in and muttered.

“Okay, he won’t get mad. He won’t get mad. Just—tell him the truth. He’ll understand. He’s cool, he’s my dad and he loves me.” I placed the key into the lock, turned it to the left and heard the click and opened it up.

“Uh-huh, yeah. Alright yeah we can make it. Yes of course, thank you. Yes and have a good afternoon to you too, bye.” I heard my dad’s voice say as I walked through the front hallway until I got to the spacious (as spacious as a New York apartment in Hell’s kitchen can be). “Well look whose returned. Finish your project already?”

“Dad I—I gotta tell you something.” I came right out with it.

“Okay, and what would that be?”

“Can we sit down on the couch?” he nodded before walking from the kitchen to the living room as we both sat on the couch.

“Is everything okay? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” he asked as he reached his hands out to cup my face. I took his hands and held them between us.

“I’m fine dad. Physically I am.”

“And what about emotionally?” he asked concerningly.

“Dad, I…..I lied to you. I wasn’t at Maddie’s for a project.”

“You-you—you lied to me? Then where were y—you weren’t at Austin’s were you? (Y/n) we’ve talked about this you’re not old enough to sleepover at a boy’s……”

“Dad I wasn’t at Austin’s either. I was at Maddie’s just not for a project.”

“Okay then I’m lost. (Y/n) sweetheart you’re starting to scare me. Whatever it is you can tell me, you know that right?” he asked as he scooted himself as close as he could get to me and wrapped his arm around me.

“Dad I—the reason why I was at Maddie’s was because I……I’m—” come on just say it. I swallowed a large lump in my throat and felt my leg beginning to bounce anxiously. “Promise you won’t get mad.”

“Go on.”

“You didn’t promise.”

“That’ll depend on what news I’ll be hearing. If it’s something illegal you know I won’t be happy.”

“Not really illegal. God I don’t know why I can’t just say it! Why can’t I tell you that I’m a month and a half pregnant!? I—” my mouth stopped as I realized how I had said it. I looked at my dad anxiously and saw how he just sat there flabbergasted.

“Y-you-you’re…..” he leaned back against the couch and just sat there limp like a ragdoll.

“Daddy? Are you—okay?”

“Just….need to process this.”

“Okay.” I muttered as I fiddled with my uniform skirt. We sat there in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke out.

“Is it Austin’s?”

“Yeah. I swear dad we used protection but it—” he held out his hand telling me he didn’t need to hear anything else. Oh shit this is it. He’s gonna flip his lid, he’s pissed now. Way beyond pissed!

“And you’re sure you’re really pregnant? How did you even get an appointment and why wasn’t I notified?”

“Maddie has an aunt. Her aunt Claire performed the test and she was sworn to secrecy to not notify you.” He rubbed his hands against his face as he let out a deep sigh, his leg bouncing rapidly. Whether in anger or anxiety I couldn’t tell.

“Baby girl, why-why wouldn’t you tell me when you first found out? Why did you go through all of this trouble to lie to me about it?” my heart ached with guilt as tears began forming in my eyes.

“I’m sorry daddy. I—I was scared. Scared that you’d disown me or kick me out with no remorse or hesitation. Everytime I wanted to tell you, my brain kept showing me all the possibilities of you never wanting me to be in your life ever again. That you’d hate me or never say you had a daughter.”

I couldn’t look at him anymore so I closed myself into the edge of the couch and sniffled as I wiped my tears away. I felt dad’s hand gingerly stroke down my hair before coming down to lift my chin up.

I noticed how he had taken his red shades off and placed them on the table. Very rarely does he ever take them off, even around me but when he does, it’s always because he wants to connect with me (even though he’s blind). His unfocused gaze was staring in my general direction as he said to me.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Y-you’re not?”

“No. I’m—taken by surprise don’t get me wrong. But it takes more than you getting pregnant at 17 for me to ever, ever, ever, think about disowning you or telling you you’re no longer my child.”

“Really?” I whispered.

“Yes.” He said giving me a nod. “So don’t ever go thinking like that again, okay?” my lip trembled as I nodded. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” I choked out.

“Okay.” I immediately hugged him as tightly as I could as I buried my face into his shoulder. His arms immediately wrapped around me as he chuckled softly.

“Oh daddy I’m so sorry I hid this from you!” I wept.

“I know you are angel. It’s okay now, it’s okay.”

“It’s just….I love you so much and I thought you’d—”

“Hey none of that now. There will be no more talk about the paranoid ‘what if’s’ in this apartment. There will never come a time when I tell you to get out of my life or that you aren’t my daughter anymore.” He said as he had me look up at him and he wiped away my tears. “You’re the most important person to me angel, and nothing will ever change that.”

I buried my face into my dad’s shoulder again and hugged him once again.

“I love you daddy.”

“And I love you my little guardian angel. I love you so, so much. And nothing will ever change that.” He said giving me a reassuring squeeze before kissing my forehead as many times as he possibly could.

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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years

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Without him

pairing: steve harrington x reader, past eddie munson x reader

Mentions: minor cheating, yelling, heart break, comfort

So we have two endings you can choose from:

Revenge: I see red

Forgiveness: Healing is linear

Pick your poison

You and Eddie had been on and off for as long as you two had known each other once second your his dream girl the next he’s not talking to you for months you grew tired of it though a little part of you always wished you were good enough.

You were sat in Steve’s bed knees pulled up to your chest it seems like you and Eddie were on the off season Eddie deciding Chrissy Cunningham was more and important.

“I’m so sorry dude” steve whispered rubbing small circles on your back becoming sick and tired of seeing you fall apart every time Eddie decides he’s done with you all over again.

You quickly wipe your tears putting on a strong face “you know what Stevie this is better for me. Y know now I can focus on the people who really want me really start getting out there if you know what I’m saying” you began lip quivering a couple of times through your rant

“Hey, it’s alright to be angry” Steve assured not wanting you to bottle it all up until you inevitably explode from how much you kept in “he did a shitty thing and you have every right to be angry” he repeated taking a hold of your hand caressing your knuckles gently

“Hey why should I be mad, atleast this time I got a call that he wasn’t gonna show. I just wish I hadn’t wasted my money on these stupid tickets” you sniff fishing two vip back stage passes out of your back pocket to a metal concert the next town over.

“I’m sorry babe..if there was something I could do” he began looking into your eyes mirroring your sadness as a fresh set of tears welled up in yours.

“You don’t have to be sorry Stevie” you began voice wobbling “it’s not like I’m still in high school you know, not like I’m gonna be sitting up at night wondering why Eddie Munson is never gonna want a girl like me, wondering how I wasn’t good enough that time, so who needs hi, he wasn’t there when I was learning how to play guitar just to impress him, and I got pretty damn good at it to, didn’t I Stevie” you finished looking into Steve’s eyes heartbreak and anger towards Eddie swirling in your eyes.

“Yeah babe you did” he reassured pulling your into his arms rubbing up and down your back in lazy circles pressing a kiss to the top of your head hating seeing you this way.

“TO HELL WITH HIM” you shouted angrily all of the pent up anger from Eddie ditching you and leaving you behind all coming to a head at that very moment

“I didn’t need him then” you sniff weakly “I don’t need him now” you fall apart in Steve’s arms sobbing quietly.

“Babe…babe” steve repeated trying to calm you before you started hyperventilating or worse throwing stuff in a fit of rage “deep breaths cmon” he soothed as he rubbing up and down your back.

“No you know what Stevie? I’m gonna move out of Hawkins without him, I’m gonna get through college without him, I’m gonna become a professional singer with out him, I’m gonna marry someone who treats me right, and I’m gonna have a shit ton of little rockstars, I’ll be a better person than he ever could be I’ll never leave my partner high and dry at the drop of a hat for anything. And I sure as hell don’t need him in my life for any of that. Cause there’s not a damn thing he could say or do that would cause me to give him another chance I’ve given him to damn many” you ranted through tears cheeks before flushed as you tried to calm yourself down squeezing Steve’s hand as he reminded you to breathe and to take a second to calm yourself.

You take a long pause before turning to Steve eyes blood shot and red and you whisper brokenly “why doesn’t he want me Steve, why wasn’t I good enough” you begin sobbing again falling apart in front of him all Steve could do was pull you close wrapping you up in his arms tightly reassuring you that your wanted and Eddie “the freak” Munson was missing out on all you had to offer and that anyone would be lucky to have you as you sob into his chest.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #steve stranger things #steve st4

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agirlwithdemonblood · 1 year

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Hi 🥰 may I please request a Jensen x reader where the reader feels all alone and she has bad anxiety is an over thinker and always thinks someone is mad at her, she’s not good enough for anyone, etc. just the voices in her head telling her lies and Jensen is there for her when she’s really down and low and wants to give up?

Btw, You’re a fantastic writer. my mental health hasn’t been the greatest and I’ve felt alone. This would really make me feel better 🥰

You’ll never lose me.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, depression, self doubt, thoughts/mentions of unaliving, lots of angst and crying, lots of fluff too. Mental health awareness.

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A/N: Hi sweetie! ❤️ I hope this is what you wanted and asked for, I added some little humour to hopefully put a smile on your face. I know I don’t know you anon, but I hope you know that I love you. No matter who you are or what those voices are telling you, your perfect and I love you. Thank you for the request lovely, I hope it helps. ❤️

Another day, another nightmare.

That's how it has been feeling for the past two weeks. You dreaded waking up. Hated the sight of the sun, hated the cool air flowing through your apartment, hated all the noises and you were exhausted from the voices flooding your mind.

Sometimes you could handle it, you could pick yourself up and brush yourself off but lately it's been getting harder. You've been alone for the past two weeks, nobody coming over and you certainly weren't leaving.

And that was fine, you thought. You'd rather be alone than be a burden to others, bringing them down with the constant sour mood you were in. That's what you thought for the first couple days until the voices got louder, the weight got heavier and you felt like you were suffocating.

It's been two days since you have decided to lay in bed and not get out. You stopped answering your phone, apologizing internally to your boyfriend who would send you a message and not hear back.

You wanted to answer, you really did but the weight on your shoulders was too much, you couldn't put that on him. You needed him, every part of your body was aching and exhausted, and you needed help but were too scared to ask for it.

If you ask for it, you felt like your mind was right. The voices telling you that your a burden, nobody cares, you just want attention, they would be right.

You vowed to stay in bed all day, no matter what. You didn't have energy for anything else anyways. You weren't hungry, weren't sleeping well and honestly you were giving up.

Jensen, your amazing boyfriend, thought you were sick. That's the excuse you told him. You had the flu, and you didn't want him to get sick considering his career and lifestyle, he had to stay away.

And he did, he stayed away. Daily, he sent one or two messages checking in on you and you'd lie, saying you were a little better but not perfect. He was sweet and supportive. Even dropping off soup that you failed to eat.

You didn't deserve him.

Your phone started ringing and you sighed, pulling the blanket over your head tighter. It rang a few times before it finally stopped, you didn't even want to check who it was, but you had a feeling it was Jensen. He worried, he cared. He shouldn't, you thought.

Closing your eyes once again, you let the tears fall. You were suffocating, breaking apart piece by piece and soon, there would be nothing left. You didn't even want to be here anymore which was a scary fucking thought.

You didn't matter, at least that's what you thought. Nobody was miss you. Right?

Jensen’s POV

I frowned when the call was sent to voicemail, worry and anxiety filling my chest. I knew something was wrong. I knew you weren't sick, you barely got sick. In all the months I've been with you, I've only seen you sick once and you were so unaffected by it, you still went to work and hit up the gym. It was impressive, but it just shows that you weren't telling the truth now.

I know about your mental health, we have talked about it. We made a deal. You come to me if anything is wrong, I'll be there, and same goes for me.

But you weren't speaking, you weren't reaching out, you were pushing me away, well-trying. I'd never leave you.

I gave you as much space and time as I could, the first week was nearly impossible, I sat outside your house watching, trying to see if you were okay. Your car was in the driveway, lights were off, it's like nobody lived there and it scared me. The only time I’ve seen you come out was a couple days ago, when I dropped off soup. You barely opened the door, your head sticking out for a moment before you grabbed the food and shut the door. I hope you ate at least but I know how your appetite shuts down when your like this. It scared the shit out of me even more.

You'd text back sometimes, saying that everything was fine, lying about your sickness but I let you, I didn't care about you lying if that's what you needed, I wanted you to come to me if you need help.

But your messages stopped a few days ago. My heart stopped with it.

I knew it was getting worse and I couldn't wait anymore, I could feel it inside, you needed me.

I wasn't going to let you drown in the voices, I needed to save you.

--Back to you--

You started drifting off to sleep, the sound of knocking on your door causing you to jump slightly. You frowned and pulled the pillow over your face, silently begging for whoever was at the door to leave.

The knocking stopped and you sighed in relief. But the noise of somebody unlocking the door caused your heart to stop beating in your chest. There's only one person that could be.

Jensen.

The footsteps got closer, than the sounds of keys being placed on the counter, before a light knock on your bedroom door echoed through the room. You stayed hidden underneath the pillow, biting your lip to stiffle the sob that begged to escape.

Even the thought of him here with you, made your heart clench. You needed him, but the voices were echoing in your mind. You were a burden.

The bed dipped in front of you and than you felt hands on the blanket, gently pulling it down to try and see you. You shook your head and covered your face with your hands.

"Honey, it's me." He whispered gently causing tears to form in your eyes. He sighed and got up, you thought he was leaving, sick of your mood but the bed shifted behind you, long warm arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling towards his warm chest.

He kissed your head, and you could feel the frown on his lips.

See? You are upsetting him. Told ya.

"Y/N, Talk to me."

You shook your head and wiped your eyes, fighting back with everything inside to keep the walls up, don't let it show.

He sat up and turned your body, his eyes finally catching your face. You swore you could hear his heart shattering as soon as he caught the tears in your red eyes, your face was white and your lips were chapped. You avoided his eyes and closed yours tightly. "I-I'm sorry." You whispered nearly inaudibly.

His finger moved to your chin, forcing you to look at him. He smiled sadly and shook his head, "You have nothing to apologize for baby, tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

Shaking your head, you tried to turn away but his hand moved to your cheek, keeping you in place. He knew you better, sometimes you needed a little push. "Baby. Please."

You hesitantly looked up, regretting making eye contact because as soon as you saw the concern and love in his green eyes, you couldn't hold it back anymore. You felt so awful, so guilty for doing this to him.

A loud sob escaped causing Jensen to flinch before he let go of your cheek, pulling you into his chest tightly. Your breathing was becoming rapid, your cries shaking your body like a earthquake. You couldn't do it anymore, you didn't want to.

Your breathing wouldn't settle, and you started to panic thinking that you'd never be okay again. Jensen's eyes widened in concern before he sat up, pushing your head lightly back. He noticed the way your cheeks were burning red, your chest heaving. You couldn't breathe.

He pushed himself up on the bed, sitting against the headboard before he dragged you between his legs, back to his chest. He lifted your arms to open your airway, his lips kissing your cheek over and over as an attempt to sooth you but nothing was working.

"Okay whoa honey, whoa, breathe for me. Slow it down."

You shook your head and gasped, "I-I can't."

"Yes you can baby, yes you can. Count to five and breathe out with me, c'mon." He counted out loud, watching in worry as you tried to take a deep breath but failed. His hand brushed the hair from your face and he frowned, "Let's try it one more time okay? You got this."

This time, he placed his hand on your chest, feeling the air seep through slowly, lightly. It was enough for now, and he was proud of you regardless. "That's my girl, your doing great baby."

Your breathing slowed, but your cries didn't. The voices were everywhere, screaming at you. Telling you awful awful things.

You don't deserve him.

He's such a good man and look how he has to spend his day.

Your nothing.

You should give up.

Leave him alone.

He noticed you zoning out and he knew you well enough to know your demons were attacking you, telling you things that weren't true.

He needed to get you back.

He couldn’t help the tears that formed in his own eyes as he watched you come undone. Your eyes darted everywhere, your entire body shaking so hard that he could feel it throughout his own body. You were cold yet hot and even though the breathing slowed down, he knew you were one second away from having another panic attack.

He moved away from behind you, regretting his mistake instantly when your breathing sped up, your hands trying to reach for him. He let a tear fall as he sat in front of you, hands on either side of your face. Trying to reach you.

“Nono sweetie I’m right here, I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

Your hand clutched your chest like it physically hurt and he panicked. This was the worst he’s ever seen it.

His own chest was becoming tight as he watched you, unsure of what to do and how to help. As soon as you noticed the tears in his eyes your cries got worse, shaking your head at yourself for being so selfish.

“J-J-Jensen…” you whispered between cries.

He inches closer and kissed your head, “Yes baby.”

“I’m broken.” You sobbed in defeat and his heart shattered for you.

Because you were the furthest thing from broken. You were everything to him. You were the reason he woke up happy, you were the reason he slowed down drinking, he was never lonely anymore, he was motivated and so god damn in love. You were the reason why he believed in love songs and happy endings.

He shook his head and held you tight. Holding all the pieces of you he could, he feared if he let go he would watch you break completely in his arms and it would be too late.

It took forever, way too long, but your crying finally decreased into light sniffles. Your body was still trembling but he didn’t mind. He would hold you until you were still again.

When he felt like you were calmer, he sighed and kissed your head. “Your not broken baby.”

You moved to sit up in front of him, fear still apparent in his eyes. “I am. You don’t need to lie.”

He shook his head and tried so fucking hard to keep the tears at bay, but he was failing. He felt like he was failing you, he’s supposed to be strong and be there for you and he just couldn’t handle you thinking that you weren’t the most perfect person in the world.

You raised your hand slowly, placing it on his cheek and wiping his eyes. “Im sorry I made you cry. Im so sorry Jensen. I don’t deserve you.”

And that. That made him fall apart. His tears rushed faster and he shook his head, watching how shocked you were at the sudden turning of tables.

“Y/N. You are… fuck. You’re everything. I wouldn’t be where I am or who I am without you.”

You sighed and pushed your head down, sniffing becoming more constant as you tried to hold it together for his sake. “Jensen, look at what I’m doing to you. It’s not the first time either, it is the first time since you’ve cried, but I know internally it kills you. I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the voices. I can’t stop the weight on my shoulders but you don’t need to carry it for me.”

He quickly wiped his eyes and lifted his head to face you. “You know what I need? I need you. All of you. Your happy days and sad days. And even the days where I piss you off so much, you scream your head off at me. Never, not once have I ever looked at you and thought I’d be better without you. Never once have I thought of anybody else but you in the morning, the night, hell-all the time. I don’t matter without you. I’m not happy without you and it just kills me that I can’t silence those fucking voices for you, it kills me that you are such a perfect person stuck in a loop of unfair torture going on inside that head. That’s the only reason why I’m upset, but nothing you did hurt me. You never hurt me.”

Tears made their way down but this time it was silent cries. You wanted to hear that. You needed to hear that. But the voices that dulled down were still telling you that you weren’t good enough.

He leaned closer like he was reading your thoughts and smiled sadly. “What would you do if the voices were a person, and they were saying that stuff about me in front of you?”

You thought and frowned, “I’d tell them to fuck off because your perfect.”

He smiled ventilated this time. “Exactly. That’s what your voices are, a person. A monster invading your space. Don’t let them. Put a face or a name to those assholes. Tell them to fuck off.”

“It’s not that easy.” You whispered.

He leaned closer, hands grabbing your cheeks gently. “It is. Try it. Fuck off Karen.”

He knew that it indeed wasn’t easy, you’d still listen and hear it. You’d still believe half of what their saying but that was an issue for later. For now he just wanted to see you smile. Hear you laugh. It was his goal.

“Fuck off…..Karen?” You smirked lightly and he finally took a breath.

“I don’t know, it was the first name I could come up with plus you see all those Karen videos on the internets, they sound like these damn voices. Annoying and unnecessary.”

You shook your head and giggled, your heart melting when you saw him relax a bit when your laugh came out. He was seriously perfect.

“Okay okay Cmon. Try it again. Fuck off karen!” He shouted loudly causing you to laugh and wipe your eyes.

“Fuck off Karen.” You spoke and he frowned, rolling his eyes at you. “What was that? Is Karen a mouse in your head?” He joked.

Laughter filled the room and you forgot about the situation you were in a few moments ago, Jensen and you took turns yelling Fuck off Karen until you both were out of breath.

You laid your head on his lap and a slight frown came up. “I am really sorry Jensen.”

He leaned lower, kissing your nose gently. “I meant what I said earlier, you don’t ever need to apologize to me. I’m always going to be here for you.”

You smiled sadly and looked up, “I didn’t mean to push you away.”

He shook his head and smiled bigger. “You thought you pushed me away? Girl you couldn’t push me away if you had a damn bulldozer.”

You laughed and stared into his eyes, seeing that he was being genuine. He kissed you gently but passionately enough to show you he was being truthful. There’s nothing you could do to ever push him out of your life.

“I love you Jensen.” You whispered, feeling the weight come off your shoulders, at least slightly.

He smirked back and nodded, “Your cool too.”

You gasped and went to sit up, but he quickly pulled you tightly on his lap and laughed loudly. “I’m just kidding, I love you so much honey. Please remember our deal and come to me next time okay? I won’t wait as long as I did today to come break in and save you.”

You smirked and nodded, “I promise I won’t. As long as you promise to yell fuck off Karen every time my thoughts enter from now on, it was funny.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “You got a deal.”

After all the heartache you went through, all the loss of hope, you knew finally that you’d be okay. Jensen loved you more than anything, and he would never let the voices win.

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Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 15: First

“No, that makes sense. Oh, it’s fine Mr. Bon-chan, I promise, I’ll be okay. Just keep me posted.” You hang up the phone, and sigh.

It will take months for the office building to be rebuilt, and the current belief is that it will have to be fully demolished and rebuilt entirely. Mr. Bon-chan’s firm is looking for temporary space as fast as they can, but it will likely be another week at least before everyone can return to work. There’s a chance some people will have to – or be able to – work remotely, but for right now there’s a small army of executives working at Mr. Bon’s home keeping everything afloat.

Frankly, you’re too new to be much help, and you were also the only person in the firm to be trapped in the building. A few people on other floors weren’t so lucky, in the end seven people died because they couldn’t evacuate, and dozens more were hospitalized from smoke inhalation.

You felt a little guilty that you had survived, but Sabo said that several other people had been successfully rescued by the fire department, not just you.

“How long?” Ace questions, cleaning up the dishes from the morning’s breakfast.

“Months for the office to be rebuilt, but Mr. Bon-chan says that they’re trying to find a temporary location in the meantime.” You say with a sigh.

“Chin up, Bon-chan’s resourceful, you’ll be back to work in no time.” He says with a smile.

“And you? It’s okay that you’re here?” You question.

“Oh yeah. I worked everything out at the station once we got you admitted.” He assures you, putting the last of the dishes up to dry. “We’re supposed to take time off when we enter a building anyway. I mean, I usually don’t – what’s fire going to do to me? But, I can take advantage of the procedure this time, so, sure.”

Ace leans up against the sinks, looking at you from across the breakfast bar. “Besides, we wanted to talk.” He lets the idea hang in the air for a moment. “Only if you’re up for it. You’ve been going through a lot the last few-.”

“I am.” You cut him off. You can’t look at him, but you’re smiling. “I’ve spent my whole life thinking every moment was precious… and I guess it still is, even if I’m not legitimately sick, but if I wait until nothing is happening, then, well, nothing will happen.”

Ace considers it for a moment and then smiles. “Good point.” He pauses. “It’s not nighttime, but we can still talk outside.”

You nod. You never got to spend much time outside in the first place, and it was lovely outside.

“Were you going to show me your fire Monday night?” You question, referring to the original plan that had been derailed by the fire.

“Yeah,” Ace admits, pulling the patio door open and letting you walk by. “I know some of what you and Sabo went through as kids, I was worried you would be afraid of it.”

“… What my parents did isn’t the fault of anything they used to do it.” You say after a moment. “Which isn’t always enough to make it easier, but only Sabo was, um, scarred that way.”

“Ahhhhh, heck. Sorry, we came out here to talk, but not about this. My bad.” Ace says with a bit of a sigh. “Dredging up old stuff isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

“Indeed. The past isn’t what we need to talk about anyway.” You agree, turning toward him and taking a couple steps backward.

“Yeah… Are you sure about this?” He asks, pulling his hat up and putting it on.

“Sure about… talking?”

Ace suddenly looks unsure. “… Dating. Me.”

You turn away and start walking further into the backyard. “I suppose that’s what we’re going to talk about, isn’t it?”

“So I thought.” Ace says. You can hear a grin in his voice as he follows after you.

“Should I be unsure?” You question, looking over your shoulder before coming to a stop by the fire pit.

“I mean… I’m, uh…” Ace clicks his tongue. “My dad’s kinda… was kind of notorious.”

“Mine too.” You say with a small smile. “They’re not us.” You assert, sitting down on the log. “You’re not going to hold my father’s actions against me, are you?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Then why should I care about your father’s actions?” You prompt, straddling the log as Ace does the same beside you. Unlike the night spent camping, you’re facing each other instead of simply sitting side by side.

“It’s… been a problem for people before.” Ace admits, concern on his face. “Did Sabo tell you?”

“About your dad?” You shake your head. “Sabo didn’t even tell me what you and Luffy could do. Was your father a murderer?”

Ace shakes his head.

“Did he keep and abuse slaves?”

He shakes his head again.

“Did he beat and scar children?”

“No, he… he didn’t do any of that as far as I know.”

You lean down to catch Ace’s gaze and smile. “Then, to me, he’s already a preferable father. But even if he had been awful, you are not.”

You straighten back up and can see the pink in Ace’s face, despite the coverage his hat offered.

“Hmm… was he Roger?” You question, and you see Ace flinch. “Sorry. It really was a lucky guess.”

“How so?”

“Gol D. Roger is infamous. Enough so that your average person has a concept of him that may or may not be correct.” You explain. “For people to hold it against you, and since you’re not a noble, it would have had to have been someone infamous. You’re too young for Xebec to have been your dad, and you’re not actually blood related to Luffy, which means your father couldn’t be Dragon.

“Process of elimination.”

“How’d you know about Luffy’s dad?”

“I sorted that out before I even moved in. Garp’s a hero of the people, but his son is practically struck from all records. Monkey D. Garp, Monkey D. Dragon, Monkey D. Luffy.” You say. “If it was meant to be a secret, it’s a poorly kept one.”

“It might not be a common surname, but it’s not just them.” Ace counters.

“You’re not wrong, but I’m not wrong either.” You insist with a smile. “Luffy is chaos incarnate, there’s no way he’s not related to such big names.”

Ace laughs. “He is, that’s true.”

“I could be cursed.” You say after a moment, and Ace nods.

“You could.”

You scoot a little closer to him. “It doesn’t matter that you are.”

“… I know.” Ace looks over at you and gives you a crooked smile. “I knew… when you called my fire pretty.” He admits. “Pretty though? Of all words?”

You smile. “Cute?”

“Handsome?” Ace tries to prompt.

“I mean, you are, but your fla-.” You freeze, and then cover your face with your hands.

You hear Ace scoot closer to you. “Got you.” He says softly.

“That was cheap.” You grump from behind your fingers.

“Hardly. Now, if I had tricked you into calling me sexy,” he muses, letting the idea hang in the air.

“It’s not a trick when you are.” You say, parting your fingers and looking at him from behind your hands. His face is pink, but he’s smiling back at you.

“Can I come closer?” He questions.

“Yeah.”

“Pardon me then.” He says, grabbing your legs and putting them over his thighs as he scoots closer. He has one hand against the back of your waist, your covered face inches from his chest. The new position pulls a quiet squeak from you, but you don’t make a move to leave.

“Can I hug you?” He questions, his voice nearly a whisper.

You nod, moving your hands away from your face and putting them around his waist as the two of you lean into one another. You rest your head on his chest, and felt his cheek nuzzle against your head as his hands wrapped around you.

“My flames,” he says softly, nearly speaking into your hair. “Are nothing compared to how beautiful you are.”

“… That’s cheating.” You mumble. You’re glad you don’t combust when you’re embarrassed like Ace does, but you’re sure he can feel the heat radiating off of you at this point.

“Cheating would be telling you, how the first time you laughed, I thought I was so screwed. Or that when you were pressed against me when we destroyed those books, I was scrambling to keep my composure. That I was so scared you only tolerated cursed, and you wouldn’t ever truly see me.” Ace’s hug tightens, and your mind scrambles on the spot. “You don’t even have to do anything, and I feel like I’m getting pulled in a hundred directions at once. I… it’s a little scary, so I’m sorry for saying so, but I want to burn your mom to ashes for what she’s done to you.”

You tighten your hug and scoot a little closer. “You don’t scare me.”

“Heh, haaa… ahh, I might not scare you, but you’re kind of scary.” Ace admits. He breaks the hug, wiggling away a little. He puts his hat on your head, covering your view with it.

“I’m not scary!” You protest with a laugh, bringing the hat up and seeing him sitting properly on the log, one leg crossed over the other. The red on his face, and his position is enough for you to realize what happened, and you feel your own face heat up. “… Sorry.”

Ace gives you a wide grin, pulling his hat down over your eyes again. “It’s okay.”

You sit cross-legged on the log, facing him with a smile as you tip the hat back up a little. It’s a bit too big for you, and you have to tilt it back to keep it on without it falling forward, but you don’t take it off. You decide to distract yourself with the stampede strap, and the ornament on it.

“It’s… a very nice hat.” You say absently.

“Mm.” Ace looks over at you and smiles. “I’ve had it since I was a kid. Well, fourteen, but still.”

“You’ve taken exceptional care of it, then.” You run your fingers over the skull and horn motif.

“The lady who looked after Luffy and I, helped me make it. She’s an amazing leather worker.” Ace explains. “Otherwise, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have lasted this long no matter how well I took care of it. Marco, and the guys at the station, made the necklace to go with it.” He says, preemptively answering your next question, as he lifts the crimson red beaded necklace he usually wears.

“Such nice gifts from your nakama.” You muse softly. “I hope I can gift you something suitable at some point as well.”

You see flames flicker over Ace and celebrate internally. It was, perhaps, a little cruel of you, but it was so cute, and you had to admit you were trying to make him do that.

“You’re cheating again.” He grumbles.

“Intentionally.” You admit with a smile.

Ace grunts and ruffles the hat against your hair a little. “So… what now?”

Biting your lower lip a little, you grin deviously. “Someone promised me a better first date.”

“Was Ichiji your first date?” Ace asks. “Like, I mean, first ever?”

You crinkle your nose. “That doesn’t count.” You pout. “I didn’t… choose him.”

There’s a moment’s pause before Ace leans toward you slowly. He reaches out and brushes his fingers over yours a little before he takes your hand gently. You’re certain if you were still hooked up to the heart monitor, the alarms would be going off already.

Warm, calloused fingers, slide over the soft skin of your palm as he brings your hand to his face.

“It would be my pleasure, (Y/N), to take you on your first date.” He kisses your hand softly, grinning deviously at you as he straightens up.

“Che… Cheater!” You accuse, pulling the hat over your face and hiding behind it.

“Ruffian.” He corrects, causing you to both laugh.

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