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ereardon · 2 days

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Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Twelve

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child?

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Ducky and Jake tiptoe around each other; Bob attends Ducky's 20 week scan

WC: 1.3K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The apartment was empty when you returned. Just a note on the counter.

Staying at Bradshaw’s for the night

– J

You sighed and put your purse down. It was what you had wanted. So why didn’t it feel good to win?

***

Jake spent half of the night pacing Bradley’s house, a small bungalow near the beach. At around three in the morning, Bradley emerged in a pair of boxers and no shirt, rubbing his eyes. “Hangman?”

Jake turned, bags starting to form under his eyes.

“You OK man?” Bradley asked, standing in the doorway to the living room.

Jake shook his head. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t realize I was being loud.”

Bradley sagged against the wood frame. “It’s Y/N isn’t it?”

He nodded. “Always.”

“When are you gonna admit you’re into her?”

Jake stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”

“We all talk about it all the time,” Bradley said, crossing his arms. “You like her. She liked you enough to sleep with you. And now here you are kissing random girls in the bar and she’s running off crying.”

“She cried?”

“No, she peed on the sand, but same thing.”

Jake frowned. “What? How is that the same?”

“It just is, OK.” Bradley shook his head.

Jake squinted. “You guys don’t actually talk about us, do you?”

“Come on,” Bradley said. “I know you’re more self absorbed than that.”

“She doesn’t want me,” he said quietly. “She told me to go out and see other people.” Jake paused. “She said she would, too, if it didn’t look so weird, with the baby and all.”

Bradley rolled his eyes and turned to go. “You two are so fucking stupid, I swear.”

***

Bob picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Bobby,” you said into the phone. “Will you come to my appointment with me today?”

“I, uh, what time is it at?”

“Four.”

“OK, yeah, I can do that. Pick you up at 3:30 from work?”

“Yes, please.”

There was a moment of silence where you both knew what the other was thinking. He wanted to know why you had asked him. You didn’t want him to tell Jake.

“See you soon, Duck,” he said, hanging up the phone and you let out a sigh of relief.

That afternoon, you sat in a paper gown on the medical table as Bob sat in the chair near the door, bouncing his leg in his green flight suit. “You smell like gasoline,” you complained. “It’s making me want to throw up.”

“I didn’t have time to change,” he replied, leg still bouncing.

“Stop jiggling, you’re making me nauseous.”

“Will you stop complaining when the baby comes?”

“No, it’ll just be a new set of complaints.”

“Lucky me.”

There was a knock and then the door opened. “Y/N? How are you?”

“Doing OK,” you replied, shifting your weight from one hip. “This is my brother, Bob.”

“Ma’am,” he said, standing up and holding out a hand. She took it and smiled.

“Dr. Whitman. Nice to meet you.” She walked over to the sink and washed her hands before pulling on a pair of gloves. “So, twenty weeks. Halfway there.”

“Thank God,” you muttered.

The doctor laughed. “Any trouble sleeping or heartburn or indigestion.”

“Whatever you name, I’ve got it.”

She smiled. “Well, I can give you a prescription for some heartburn medication. If you want to just pull your shirt up, we can take a look to see how baby is doing.”

You inched the edge of your paper dress up, the roundness of your stomach shocking every time you caught a glimpse. The jelly was cold, as always, and you found yourself holding your breath as she moved the wand around until you heard it.

The steady beat of your baby’s heart.

“Strong heartbeat,” the doctor said. “Baby is about seven inches.” She turned to you. “Do you want to know the gender?”

You looked over at Bob, who had climbed out of his seat and was standing next to the table, one of his hands on your shoulder. “Bobby?”

“I’m here.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “Yes, I’d like to know.”

“It’s a girl.”

You closed your eyes. It was overwhelming. You couldn’t put into words how you felt.

And then you felt a tear fall on your shoulder. But it wasn’t yours. When you opened your eyes, Bob was crying.

He pressed his lips to your temple, arms wrapped around your shoulders. “A girl,” he whispered, tears and laughter caught in his throat all at once.

You placed your hands on either side of your belly button and closed your eyes.

***

When you got home, you taped the sonogram to the fridge. Jake had returned from Bradley’s, but the two of you had been frosty. A simple hello or excuse me as you passed each other in the living room. It was like living with a complete stranger.

You didn’t want to freeze him out. But whenever you went to talk to him, the image of him with the girl in the bar came to mind and you felt bile rising in your throat. There was a part of you, somewhere buried, that wanted Jake Seresin for yourself.

For your daughter.

At twenty weeks, you already had trouble sleeping. After an hour of tossing and turning, you got up and eased open the door, rubbing your eyes as you headed for the kitchen in a skimpy nightgown.

As you rounded the corner into the kitchen, Jake stood facing the fridge, completely still. He barely moved when you entered, stopping short the minute you saw him.

“Oh.” It fell out of your mouth before you could even stop it.

Jake turned, slowly. There were bags beneath his eyes. His normally golden skin looked sallow. His hair, always so perfectly tousled, had lost some of its luster. “When was the appointment?” he asked.

“Yesterday.”

“You didn’t want me there.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. There was pain laced in every word.

“I didn’t think you’d want to be there.”

Jake’s face hardened. You watched in real time. The way his green eyes went dark and the hands at his sides flexed into fists. “Don’t you understand, Y/N, that it my child you’re carrying. Mine. Of course I wanted to be there. But you wouldn’t let me. Because you’re punishing me.”

“I’m not punishing you.”

“Yes you are!” It came out as a roar. You stepped back, one hand over your stomach. Jake’s eyes dropped to your hand. “I’m sorry.” It was a plea. Soft and gravely and depressed. “I fucked up, OK. This is so fucked up.”

“My next appointment is in a month,” you replied softly. “Do you want to come with?”

Jake lifted his eyes to yours. “Yes.”

“OK,” you replied. “Can I?” You motioned to the fridge and Jake nodded, stepping aside as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the door filter.

“Goodnight,” Jake said, backing out of the kitchen as you closed the fridge door, the slice of light growing thinner and thinner until it disappeared and the two of you were bathed in darkness, just the diagonal strip of moonlight shining from the window above the sink.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

You smiled. “It’s a girl.”

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words-in-starless-skies · 2 days

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For @bucktommyweek, June 5: "Bad Weather Days" Title: Healing Love

Summary: Or: One time Buck gets sick, one time Tommy gets sick plus one time they both get sick. (For Bucktommy / Tevan week Day: Bad Weather Days)

Buck doesn’t get sick often.

Usually, his immune system shakes off any kind of bacteria or virus that tries to invade his body. But now, for the first time in years, he’s hit with a sickness like a truck. It might be the flu. Whatever it is, it seems to be the Queen bee of sickness, sending her worker-bacteria everywhere to shut down Buck’s immune system and force him to stay in bed the whole day.

It’s horrible. Ugly. Nasty. And it overwhelmed him in the middle of the night.

Buck’s nose won’t stop running. He can barely breathe. His eyes are red, swollen and itchy. There is a persistent scratching sensation in his throat that forces him to dry-cough every few seconds. His bed is surrounded by crumpled used tissues. He feels too hot in his own skin like he’s boiling from the inside.

Damnit. He can’t go anywhere like this. It’s his day off anyway. Of course, it is. But Tommy and he had a dinner night with a Star Wars marathon - and mind-blowing sex, obviously - planned, since Tommy doesn’t have to work either, which rarely ever happens. Great.

With a heavy heart, Buck pulls out his phone and writes a message to Tommy.

Sorry, we have to postpone movie night, I’m sick. 😷

Tommy answers almost immediately. How sick? 😨 You need a doctor? I can drive you.

Buck smiles through another terrible painful coughing fit. How can Tommy be that cute? He’s so … thoughtful, considerate and sweet. Buck doesn’t know how he deserved this. He’s really not that special. But Tommy looks at him like he is.

He types: Might be the flu. I think I just have to lay here and endure this.😞

Ok. I’ll come over and cuddle you.

Wait, what?! Buck hesitates, his fingers hovering above his phone. Tommy can’t mean that. Buck is one big living bacteria, coming here would surely make Tommy sick too.

But then you’ll get sick too!, he types, frowning.

I don’t care. You need endless cuddles. And tea. And food.

Buck has to bury his face in a pillow for a moment, like an embarrassed blushing teenager.

Oh God. He is so in love, it’s ridiculous. His stomach is full of fluttering butterflies and his ears are burning and he feels dizzy in a good way. Right now, he wants nothing more but Tommy by his side, fussing over him and taking care of him, if he’s being honest.

Buck never had that. Not like this.

He wants it. But there’s a persistent nagging voice in the back of his mind, admonishing him: Don’t be a burden, don’t ask for too much, don’t be too demanding, don’t be too much!

Buck swallows. He nervously chews on his lip and types: You’re sure???, while thinking: Please be sure …

Yeah.

Buck smiles and starts to feel a suspicious burning in his eyes. He tries to figure out how he can show Tommy through text what this means to him.

What did I do to deserve you?🥲

Hmmmm. You booked a helicopter ride into a hurricane?

I did. Thank God, I did, Buck writes back, his heart jumping a loop in his chest.

Yes. Thank God, you did. See you soon, babe. Don’t die.

Buck’s laugh turns into a cough. I’ll try not to. ~

Buck falls asleep while waiting for Tommy. Fortunately, they already exchanged keys. So he gets to wake up to the smell of tea and soup. And to Tommy, sitting on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through Buck’s sweat-soaked hair. Even though Buck’s head is swimming in fever-induced fog by now, he’s so happy to see Tommy, he smiles and tries to tell Tommy, only to break into a cough again.

“Hey,” Tommy says, worry filling his eyes. He puts the back of his hand against Buck’s forehead and frowns. “You’re too hot.”

Buck groans and leans into the touch. Tommy’s hand is so cool. It’s heaven … “No,” he says, his eyes snapping open, when he feels Tommy’s touch leave. “No. Please. Don’t.”

Tommy puts his hand back. “Jesus, Evan. I think we should get you to the hospital.”

“No. No hospital,” Buck groans, putting his own hand on Tommy’s. “Please. Can’t. I’m sick of it.”

“I get that. After everything you told me, I think they might have a bed with your name on it reserved for you,” Tommy says dryly. “Ok. No hospital. For now. But if the fever rises any higher, I’m going to carry you to my car and drive you to the ER. We clear?”

“Alright,” Buck grumbles. “M fine.”

“You’re really not,” Tommy sighs. “Anyway, we should get some fluids into you, ok? You’re sweating like crazy.”

Tommy is right. And it’s gross. Buck is gross. He grimaces. “Sorry …”

“You got nothing to apologize for, kid,” Tommy says, his fingers brushing Buck’s hair back from his forehead. “Now let me get you some tea and soup, alright?” ~

“Are you not scared of getting sick?” Buck croaks, his head resting on Tommy’s chest. They’re together in Buck’s bed now, after Tommy cleaned up and fed Buck soup and made him enough Chamomile tea to last a whole day. He also got Cough syrup and lozenges. Not to forget the month’s supply of Ibuprofen.

Buck feels better already. It’s so nice to be taken care of. He could get used to this. And he slowly reaches the point where he can actually allow himself to enjoy this. It feels like Tommy's care makes the bad intrusive thoughts fade away into an inaudible static noise. Drowned out by the heart-fluttering rhythm of I'm loved.

“No, I have a pretty strong immune system,” Tommy says with a chuckle. “Also I care more about you right now. You shouldn’t be alone like this.”

Buck feels like crying again. “Thank you for being here. I … I wish I could tell you how I feel about this, but, but, but -” He sneezes violently.

Tommy laughs and hands Buck a tissue. Then gives him a kiss on his head. “I know. It’s alright, love. Just focus on getting healthy again, alright? We can talk later, after you stop exploding.”

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aerithisms · 1 day

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what's insane is that there's literally quotes from Moffat not even hard to find out there where he directly talks about Clara being the same as the Doctor and how fun that was to write. It's ok to admit maybe he just did a good job on this one folks

literally if you google 'steven moffat interview clara oswald' the first result has this quote (emphasis mine):

“The thing about Clara is she thinks the show is called Clara. She really does. She has no idea she’s number two in the credits, which is why we did that joke in Death in Heaven. She’s got a high opinion of herself, not in a conceited way, but in a correct way. She knows she’s extremely clever and capable, and she doesn’t feel like she particularly fits in the world that she lives in.

She’s a bit more like the Doctor in the first place. She’s not really very good at living a normal life. The other companions, like most people, like you and me, can be quite good at living normal lives. I’m very happy living my normal life, I’m sure you are too. Going to the shops seems fine for an adventure, but Clara’s not like that.

When I first wrote Clara, I thought, ‘Oh, this is fun. If the Doctor were a young woman living in contemporary Britain, it’d be a bit like her.’ Clever and presentable and funny but also thinking when is something interesting going to happen? The interesting thing between the Doctor and Clara is she can sort of play the same game he does. She can absolutely do that, she’s terribly clever, she’s got a wayward ego.

Her botched love affair with Danny is heartbreakingly proof of that. He’s a lovely man with a traumatic secret, and she just screws it up because she doesn’t really give it enough attention. It’s just a little bit less exciting than running off in the blue box. You have to be a bit of a loony to think that way. I think for the first time, the Doctor’s traveling with someone who’s a bit of a loony like him, and that’s quite fun.”

the idea that moffat/the narrative does not absolutely support clara in her quest to be like the doctor is very silly. he said "not in a conceited way but in a correct way"!!

#blahs #answers #dw #clara oswald

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soapywankenopy · 3 days

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Ok so I'm not really sure how to put it into words but have the past few episodes of Doctor Who actually felt like doctor who to you guys? Because I've liked them, but they haven't really felt like Doctor Who to me. I don't even know like what I'm referring to and idk. It could just be that the visuals look so crisp and the effects are good? Idk like it feels like watching a marvel movie visually. But I think I also had this problem with most of 13's run too. Like the last time that I really felt Doctor Who was Doctor Whoing was with 12. Wild Blue Yonder felt more Doctor Whoey but it still wasn't 100%.

Do not misunderstand me, I really like the new episodes (most of them, i didn't care for the devil's chord) and I am starting to come around on Ruby and I've been behind Ncuti all the way.

The aesthetics have been great, and especially Dot and Bubble had that fun pastel aesthetic (which i loved how it contrasted with the darker elements). It reminded me vaguely of Smile from 2016 in 12's run, which is one of my favorite episodes.

The Church on Ruby Road was good and silly, but it was not my favorite.

Space Babies I enjoyed quite a lot.

The Devil's Chord is easily my least favorite so far. Mostly because I was a big Beatles fan growing up, and it was historically inaccurate in annoying ways, and I didn't like the actors they got for Paul and John (mostly Paul bc I honestly couldn't care less about John, although it did bug me so much that they gave him the stereotypical round glasses when he would've been wearing the square, Buddy Holly-esque glasses that he wore in the beginning of their careers). The villain was tiresome and annoying to me and felt like they should've been a bigger deal than a random villain in the third episode (i get that they're leading to something).

Boom felt the most Doctor Who to me. Idk what in particular about it. Liked it.

I really really liked 73 Yards. It's probably my favorite of 15's run so far.

Dot and Bubble was a very intriguing episode, and I generally enjoyed it, and it made me root for the bugs at the end (the fact that Miss Girl betrayed Ricky September was devastating to me and then when the racism rug was pulled out from under us I was like UGH OF COURSE). Glad they all died this time ♡♡ xx

I'm really excited for what comes next and I think most of the episodes have been good. I think eventually I'll get over the "this doesn't feel like Doctor Who to me" feeling. I love Ncuti and I like Millie.

I miss the 12th doctor every day of my life tho

#love you peter capaldi #i love you 12th doctor #doctor who #dw spoilers #15th doctor #ncuti gatwa #ncuti!doctor #i love ncuti #ruby sunday #12th doctor #14th doctor #13th doctor #i wish you had been given better writing 13th doctor

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bluegalaxygirl · 3 days

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Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P9

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Medical stuff, family issues and Violence.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

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Groaning you look out the window while sitting in a chair that the nurse was kind enough to pull over for you, resting your arm on the windowsill you place your chin on your arm feeling the cold wind run over your face from the open window. Boredom consumes you, there's nothing to do and you can't read without your glasses so the only thing to keep your mind somewhat satisfied, is to look out at the dock. You could wear the contacts your mother gave you but you'd rather not have your eyes hurting while also dealing with everything else. Lost in your own mind trying to find something to take away the boredom, you didn't hear someone enter and make their way over to you, until something soft covers your shoulders, a slight gasp leaves your lips while quickly turning to see who and what is touching you. "You want to catch a cold?" Kid smirks letting go of the red feather coat he placed on your shoulders, a smile forms on your face as you pull the coat around you feeling its warmth and smell surround you "Thanks… Is it just you?" You ask looking around the room noticing Killer isn't with him, a small laugh leaves the red heads lips at hearing your slightly disappointed voice before sitting on the bed placing his arms on his knees to be a little closer to you. "Kill's talking to the nurse, he'll be in soon" relief washes over you since you did want to talk to them without your parents being around, although you don't know how long Killer will be, by the time he's back your parents might have shown up so you'll just have to talk to Kid for now. "I'm glad you came early, i want to talk to the two of you without my parents around" You sigh leaning back in the chair feeling much warmer and more relaxed now things have worked out for the best.

Raising a brow the red head nods gesturing for you to go on. "I remembered something last night but when i woke up the doctor said i was having a seizure, said what i saw might not be correct. I-it feels off, it was only him and a young doctor in the room and even though i had a nose bleed i didn't feel any different, what i saw was so clear and detailed" You sigh still trying to wrap your head around it all, before Kid can comment Killer's voice turns your attention to the door "The nurse just told me about that, you sure your ok?" The masked man asks walking into the room and over to you placing his hand on your forehead but you smile up at him and take his hand off your head "I'm fine" Killer nods and takes his hand away from you before going to sit next to Kid on the bed "So what did you remember?" The red head asks leaning a little closer his eyes fixed on your, it makes you a little nervous since you can't really tell how he's feeling or thinking, his stare is just intense. With slightly shaky breath you explain what you remembered while watching their reactions, they both seemed to relax as you went on and even got a small chuckle out of Kid in the end. "You both looked so different, kinda miss the poker dot shirt, it really suited you" You laugh earning a smirk from Kid who nudges Killer in the side, its only then you notice the masked man's neck is red and his head is turned away from you "Y-yea, you own it now" Killer manages to say while scratching the back of his neck, the red head lets out a laugh and pats his partner on the back "He was going to throw it but you begged to have it… maybe we should bring it to you tomorrow"

Sinking into Kids coat you try and hide the warm blush that covers your face, He let you have his shirt? what else of theirs do you now own? Shrugging at the red heads suggestion while trying to shake the thoughts out of your head the blush on your cheeks start to fade away. "What happened to your jacket? The one with the spikes" You ask wanting to move on from the thought of you wearing Killers old shirt earning a grumble from the captain who leans back seeming annoyed and kinda pissed off "It got ruined when i lost my arm, Fucking Beckman" The captains anger is felt throughout the room but you understand it since you'd be pissed if someone took your arm and lived, wait how do you know Beckman lived? "Kid, your scaring her" Killer whispers elbowing the captains side who quickly looks over at you to see if its true, your body's tense as your hands grip the fabric of his coat while your slightly wide eyes are fixed on the floor. Kid moves a little closer placing his hand on your knee managing to snap you out of your own head, jumping slightly you look up the the red head "No, it's not you.. Its just" You sigh rubbing your head as it starts to ache, you wish it was easier to remember things but it just seems to be getting more painful. Killer quickly stands and makes his way over to you lightly placing a hand on your shoulder "You should lay down" The masked man suggest waiting for you to nod before helping you stand up, taking off the feather coat you hand it back to Kid who happily takes it before moving away to let you sit down. Once comfy and leaning against the headboard your headache starts to ease off "You ok now? You need anything?" Killer asks pulling the covers over your legs to keep you warm.

You can't help but smile at the two, you've never been treated like this before, with such concern and worry, in a way it makes you feel weak for needing help but there's another part, a much warmer part that makes your heart flutter. It seems the nurse was right, they really do care "I'm fine, thanks… I keep getting random words or names but i can't put an image too them" You try to explain as the masked man sits down on the bed taking your hand in his, Kid flops down onto the chair you were in and crosses one leg over the other, his coat now back around him "Like what?" The captain asks raising his brow, gripping onto the masked man's hand you try and recall as much as you can "Well i know the smell of your coat is Cherry Punk even though I've never heard of it before, when i woke up the blue and white stripped gown i was wearing made me think of your mask and when you mentioned Beckman i know he's alive still, It's a lot of little things." You groan in frustration, there's more you remember, but they just don't make sense, Killer happily squeezes your hand back glad that they are actually getting somewhere "They may be small but at least its something" The masked man's reassurance helps in making you feel better, you may not understand most of it but at least you have something to go off on some things. "What the hell are you doing here?" Your Mother yells storming into the room, despite not wanting to, you pull your hand away from Killer not wanting your mother to pull you away like she did yesterday "She said we could come back" Kid growls while glaring at your mother just wanting her to shut up and back off.

Your mother places her bag down on the side table before crossing her arms over her chest "I don't care what my daughter has told you, she's ill and doesn't need anymore stress." She states no longer yelling which makes you feel better "I'm glad we agree on something" Killer states back, he knows she's telling them to leave, but he won't be doing that. Reaching your hand up to her, you grab your mothers arm stopping her from yelling back at the masked man "Mother its fine, If everyone just stays calm and doesn't argue then I'll be ok" You smile up at her hoping she'll clam down and listen to you but your mother is a stubborn and strong willed woman who always gets what she wants "That seizure must have really messed with your head. Letting pirates stay with you how absurd and not to mention dangerous" Your mother scowls as she scolds you, forcing yourself to not roll your eyes you try and stay calm hoping to defuse the situation "Mother, i know your concerned for my health and my safety, i am grateful for that but ever since they came around I've started to remember things and I would like that to continue" Keeping your head high and placing your hand on your lap you speak with composure as a way of standing your ground. Its something you hate doing, talking proper like a lady should, it brings a sickness to your stomach but as your mother clenches her teeth and holds her breath you know she's going to have a hard time yelling at you in response. Kid quickly covers his mouth and looks away not wanting to laugh out loud and ruin what ever progress you've just made, but he can't help finding it funny, the smart, strong and manipulative girl he knows talking prim and proper like a royal lady just tickles his funny bone.

After a long silence your mother finally takes a breath in before letting it out to calm down "I understand sweetie but i at least request that you are never alone with them, me and your farther should always be here for them to come" She states trying to make a compromise, a part of you wants to accept that while the other is warning you to not take it, she can be quite manipulative so you study her words soon noticing what your mind was warning you about. Your Mother and Farther both have to be in the room if Kid and Killer want to see you so knowing her, she'll make sure that your farther is never in the room the same time she is which means the two men will never be aloud in to see you. "I understand your concerns but, no" You state shocking your mother, it doesn't matter now if you were prim and proper, you've denied your mother so of course she's going to get angry again "No?" She asks almost horrified that you would say that word to her, nodding to confirm your answer Kid can't help but let out a slight chuckle since your still sitting prim and proper, turning you shoot a glare over to him as Killer leans over and hits the captain on the knee telling him to shut up. "I see trying to reason with you is getting me no where so I'll just have to formally ask the two of you to leave, i want my daughter safe and that won't happen with the two of you are here. You've caused her enough emotional distress to bring on a seizure and i won't let that happen again " Her eyes glare at the two, anger starting to show but your mother tries to stay composed for now.

Theres a moment of silence before Kid throws his head back in laughter while slapping his knee and Killer huffs shaking his head at your mother, the tension the room once had now gone only filled with mocking laughter and an air of confidence. The two pirates seem more than a little amused by your mothers words which shocks you, no one has ever displayed this kind of reaction before not even you. "Lady, you can't be serous" The red head starts to calm down from his laughter making your mother grit her teeth, anger seething out of her as her hand grip tightly into fists at her side "We're not gonna listen to you, we're not your servants, we're pirates and Pirates do what ever the hell they like" Kid growls standing up out of his chair getting angry at this lady's entitlement, she really thinks she can order them around? Killer sighs while standing not wanting this to turn into a fight but also wanting to put your mother in her place so turns to look her over, although his face is hidden there a clear sense of judgment coming off him "We're staying, you either shut up and put up with it or leave, and if you don't want to pick.. I'll pick for you" Hearing the masked man's threat your heart pounds in your chest but strangely it's not out of fear but something else, something you can't put a word too. Before your mother can answer back the nurse walks in looking over the situation before sighing and shaking her head, You feel bad that this once peaceful hospital is now loud and full of anger because of you and that the poor nurse who's been nothing but kind and accommodating has to deal with it all "I can hear you yelling form down the hall, there are patients here that are trying to sleep and recover so can you please keep it down." The nurse calmly states crossing her arms over her chest while looking between your mother and Kid since their making the most noise.

Your mother smirks thinking she has the upper hand even though its clear the nurse was glaring at her too "I think this can be easily resolved if these two just leave. Since they are the ones that caused my daughters seizure in the first place" Kid growls at your mother words about to yell at her but is interrupted by the nurse walking closer to the older woman "Miss Winslow, seizures aren't caused by another person's actions or words" The nurse sighs her eyes going from your mother to you giving a slight nod and soft eyes her way of telling you that she's here for you, it warms your heart at how kind she is but before you can voice what you want your Mother pokes her finger into the nurse's chest "I refuse to believe that, Call the doctor i want a word" Your heart stops at her demand not wanting that doctor to come in again, something is very off with him and after the whole situation last night you just feel uncomfortable having him around plus you know he'll agree with your mother because of her title, your sure your farther either owns a part of this hospital or is a supporter so the doctor has to agree even if its wrong. "No… Mother i-its fine, i'm fine" You try to protest only for your mother to shoot you that look sending chills over your body causing it to freeze like a deer in headlights, Killer growls at your mother not liking your sudden change while Kid crosses his arms over his chest glaring at your mother in anger "I don't trust the doctors here, i want our own to look her over"

A name suddenly pops into your head at the mention of their doctor causing your head to hurt again but there's also a warm familiar feeling washing away the cold chill your mother put you into. "House?" You ask looking up at the red head who looks down at you with a smirk giving you a nod in confirmation, Killer relaxes while sitting back on the edge of the bed and taking your hand giving it a firm squeeze as relief flowing over him that your still remembering stuff and you don't have any complaints about their doctor seeing you. "A pirate doctor? What would they know? Their probably filthy and have no idea what their doing" Your mother yells making your head hurt more but despite that you glare at her a ping of pain piercing your heart at her cruel words about your best friend "Don't talk about her like that" Your sudden yell of anger and look of hate towards your mother makes her take a step back while Kid lets out a chuckle patting your shoulder glad that your acting a bit more like yourself but Killer moves closer noticing a slightly glazed over look in your eyes as well as your shaking hands. Your mother soon clears her throat the initial shock on her face now turned to anger not happy with how you've just spoken to her "Y/N, i know what's best, you'll do as i say" Your mother yells as you bring a hand to your head starting to rub above your eye where the pressure is starting to build, another image forms in your head but you can't fully make it out "N-no.. i-" You groan in pain trying to protest your mothers words despite the pain "Y/n? Baby what's wrong?" Killer asks placing his hand on your cheek as Kid bends down placing his hand on your shoulder in comfort.

The nurse runs over pushing your mother out of the way who groans in protest "Get your hands off my daughter" Your mother yells going to grab Killer's arm thats holding your cheek only for Kid to grab her wrist pushing her away "Don't you touch him" The red head growls taking his hand off your shoulder to make his way around the bed getting the older woman to back up in slight fear, "Y/n, you need to breath" the nurse soothes seeing your holding your breath to stop the groans or screams of pain as you push your face into your hands, the pain is worse than yesterday making your vision blurry, the sounds around you fading in and out disorienting you. "Oi, get the doctor" Killer yells at the nurse who jumps at his sudden angry voice but nods before running off to get someone for you. "It's ok, just breath" The masked man rubs your arm while his other hand holds your waist stopping your body from falling forward as your body shakes and sways slightly in pain. Your mother backs up to the other bed not wanting to get too close to the angry red head, her attention turns to you a look of panic covering her face "Sweetie please just get them to leave, you'll be ok once they leave" Your mother states through gritted teeth, groaning in pain you dig your fingers into your forehead hoping the pain will stop if you somehow dig it out of your own head, Killer grabs your hands pulling them away from your face stopping you from hurting yourself while also being mindful of your injured shoulder. "I know it hurts baby but please stop your gonna hurt yourself" Killer panics as you struggle to get your hands back to dig them back into your skin, Kid turns at his partners worried voiced before rushing over to be next to you his hand going to your head while the other rubs your back unsure of what to do and how to help.

Your mother steps a little closer her eyes turning into worry at your state, but she doesn't get any closer in fear of the two men hurting her "it's ok, don't try and force it" You mother calls out to you seeming genuinely worried but you can't help it, the memories try forcing their way to the front of your mind making your head feel like it'll split in too, your shoulder starts to hurt and sting as you desperately try and pull your hands out of Killer strong grip "Y/N, it's ok, we've got you, just calm down" Killer whispers to you while Kid sits on the bed next to you and pulling you into the two of them, you don't put up any resistance instead you lean into them craving their comfort, the masked man keeps a hold of your hands while Kid wraps his arm around his two partners keeping you close so to sooth you but also stop you form hurting yourself. You press your head into their joined shoulders trying to ease the pain, even though your head is killing you, having the two holding you felt so right and so natural, you don't remember the last time you felt so safe and cared for. "Y/n" Your farther yells making your mother jump at his sudden appearance in the door way, she was hoping the doctor would be with him, but he's not. "Get your hands off my daughter" Your farther yells again only to earn a warning growl earning Kid who strokes your hair trying to help sooth you unlike your parents "It's ok, your doing great just breathe, we've got you" Killer whispers his voice soothing as the world around you spins, the lights blind you getting brighter and brighter even with your eyes shut tightly closed until everything goes black. As soon as your body goes limp the blonde lets go of your wrist to wrap his arms around you holding your body close to him while Kid gives the side of your head a light kiss his worry for you increasing having never seen something like this before.

Your mother garbs your father arm stopping him from storming over to the pirates, but he shoves her off him almost making her fall over, she's caught by the nurse who rushes in with the doctor following close behind "What happened?" The doctor asks looking to your farther who glares down at Kid wanting the pirates to move away from you but he makes no attempt to touch the red head knowing he can't take the man in a physical fight. "These two-" Your mother yells standing on her own and fixing her hair while looking over the two pirates but gets interrupted by Killer's calm voice who slowly lays you down on the bed before putting your arm back in the sling. "Her head started hurting maybe her eyes too. I'm not sure if she could hear us before she passed out, she may have hurt her shoulder as well" The masked man gave the facts not wanting to waist time on the stuff in between before moving out of the way as the doctor rushes over to your now free side starting to check your vitals and injuries, Kid doesn't move from his spot next to you his hand stroking your head "Can you get your hands off my daughter now?" Your farther growls down at the captain but for once he didn't respond or even grow, the red heads eyes stayed on you looking out for any sighs or pain as the doctor checks you over, he only moves when the doctor comes round to check your injured shoulder. The captain shoots a glare at your farther before pushing past him and making his way around to Killer who takes Kids hand in comfort the two worried for you, the nurse sighs looking around the now calm room she feels like she should ask them to leave but it'll just cause another fight, so she comes up with an idea "I think for everyone's benefit especially my patients, both parties should make a compromise"

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