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woooyeahbaby · 2 months

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post war levi with his doctor or nurse pls 👀

ABSOLUTELY coming right up.

warnings : gender neutral reader, 18+, handjob, very brief blowjob, reader is a swallower🗣️, patient/nurse dynamic obviously, slow-ish? and i feel like there’s not much smut sorry, lmk if any other warnings are needed! (oh also maybe me not being too specific with levi’s injuries cuz i kinda forgot them…)

a/n : i will get to my other levi rqs eventually.. admittedly this is my most recent one 😭 i’m not unmotivated, like i said i am out of writers block, i’ve just been tired and trying to focus on my relationships irl :)

oh also this is my first time writing smut in FOREVER😭

it was about time to check on captain levi again, realizing you’d spent quite a bit of time focusing on other patients. you felt bad, seeing as so much had happened all within that short amount of time.. the explosion, and then immediately after, the rumbling? you had to admit, levi is a strong man. seeing him so beat up hurt a little, despite not knowing him well.

you tap on the curtain surrounding his hospital bed a few times, quietly saying his name to ask for permission to enter the.. room. it’s hard to call it a room when it’s made of thin, floral printed fabric sheets hanging from the ceiling.

“come in.” his rough voice answers, and you hear him shifting to sit up straight in the bed.

“hi, captain levi. how’re you doing on pain at the moment? need anything?” you question, fixing the curtain behind you as you came closer to his bed, gently placing a hand on his ankle.

you definitely see him wince at the touch, but he doesn’t seem pained, perhaps just surprised. well, not many people would be brave enough to lay a hand on captain levi ackerman…

“i’m fine. and you don’t really have to call me captain. only the scouts do.” he waves his hand slightly off his lap, shaking his head.

“i do it out of respect, not because i feel obligated.” you smile softly at him, then shift your gaze to his more severely injured leg. “may i touch your leg?”

“..yeah, go ahead.” hearing that you have that level of respect for him made him feel something. not embarrassment, or pride, but something else he couldn’t quite grasp.

you gently feel his other ankle, pressing on it while your eyes stayed on his face as to check for any signs of pain. you carefully roll his ankle around, earning a grunt from the man.

“sorry. is it any better, or has it hurt the same amount since?” your hands now rest on his calf as you question him.

“it’s getting better. it’s fine, continue.” he clears his throat, his eyes — or, well, eye — never leaving your hands.

you nod, now pressing along his calf, still watching his face for signs of pain. this seemed to hurt more, seeing as he scrunched his nose, his eye narrowing.

“same question.” instead of standing at the end of his bed, you move up to the side, one hand still at his calf and the other at his knee.

“getting better. the doctor said it isn’t broken, just the bone is bruised pretty bad. don’t worry about it.” he seems a bit worried. “you.. don’t need to feel further than that. my upper leg is fine.”

“captain levi, you can’t tell me not to worry about it, i’m a nurse. i have to worry about every detail of these injuries.” you laugh softly. “and hey, didn’t the doctor say you pulled something in your thigh? of course i have to feel it. don’t worry, i won’t do anything other than see how much you’ve healed.”

“well—! i don’t think i pulled anything, i.. he did say that. but it’s better. i can say that right now.” it’s a strange sight to see captain levi flustered… but not an unpleasant one.

all you do is roll your eyes at his efforts to get you to leave it alone. as to not make it more difficult for him, you make it slow, but little do you know, that only makes it harder. in more ways than one.

at a particular spot on his upper thigh, he gasps, his muscles tensing under your touch. you rest your hands there, not pressing any further.

“and you said you’re fine?” you raise an eyebrow, seeing that he just contradicted himself.

“i am, i really am. it’s just.. i’m not used to people touching me. especially not.. in such a.. spot.” he cringes at himself, finally looking away as to hide his embarrassment.

“wh— ohh. in a bad way? is it uncomfortable?” you furrow your eyebrows now, genuinely curious as you didn’t want to offend him.

his lips press into a thin line as he shakes his head, his gaze returning to you, and then your hands.

“quite the opposite.” levi sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“then what’s the issue?” tilting your head at him out of pure confusion, you see him almost smile for a split second.

“it’s.. a little too comfortable.” he chuckles at himself, looking away once again.

it takes a moment for you to put 2 and 2 together, but once you realize what he means you can’t help but gasp. however.. your hands don’t move from his thigh.

“do you.. know what nurses are for, captain levi?” your voice is quieter now, your eyes unable to meet his out of pure shyness. “we’re here to help. so.. would you like for me to help you?”

you hear his breath catch in his throat at your offer, as he certainly expected you to he disgusted, or at least ignore what he said. but no.. you offered to help him. he felt ashamed, but.. how could he refuse?

“yes. yes please.” levi nods eagerly, his hands moving to the button of his pants before you stop him.

“let me.” you undo the button for him, unzipping the fly as well.

you assist him in lifting his hips up so you can pull his pants down just enough so they’re down to his thighs. they’re a little bruised, but you look past that and see the sheer muscle in them. you can’t believe you got to touch them. and you only get to touch more of him with what you’re doing…

making eye contact with him for a moment as to ask for permission to remove his boxers, he nods again, a slightly pink tint to his cheeks now. you look back down, slowly running a hand over his hard-on before hooking a finger in the grey material, pulling them until you could see every inch of his cock.

“i can’t do much other than use my hands, that’s okay, right?” you whisper, fearing being caught by another patient nearby or even another nurse or doctor.

levi simply nods, his breathing getting heavier with each movement you make. you spit onto your hand, then return it to his crotch. you run it up and down, causing him to cover his mouth with his own hand. you still hear his gasps, and a few groans trying to escape.

each time you reach the tip, his hips buck slightly, though not so much as he would feel pain due to his leg injuries. he must’ve really needed this, especially since he asked it of someone he barely knew outside of a few conversations here and there as they were only dropping off pain meds, or changing bandages.. it seemed very out of character, even to you.

he was already leaking pre-cum, quite a lot of it, at that. you had to admit, for a man as attractive as him, it was hard to believe he never got any action. of course, you aren’t his first, but he still probably hadn’t had something like this happen. that much was obvious, with how shy he seemed, and how fast he seems to be getting close.

levi removes his hand from his mouth, now clutching the sheets below him with it. “close, so close,” he whispers, clearly struggling to keep quiet.

you look around for something for him to release onto, but there was nothing quite convenient enough. so.. next best thing?

you bend over, placing only the tip in your mouth, continuing the fast movement of your hand as you slowly swirl your tongue around him. he sighs loudly, his hand quickly returning to his mouth as he coats the inside of your mouth with his cum. there was a lot to swallow, but you weren’t one to complain, really, especially not when it’s captain levi ackerman.

you pull away, licking your lips swiftly and wiping your hand on a paper towel in the corner of the room. wait a second, where were those when— ah, what’s done is done… you think, rolling your eyes at yourself for not realizing those only a few seconds earlier…

when you turn back around, levi’s face is beet red, his pants already up and buttoned. his breathing is still unsteady, as to be expected…

“thank you.” he mumbles, and you swear you see a tear run down his cheek.

“um.. anytime.” you laugh softly. “need anything else?”

“i’m.. i’m alright for now.” he replies quietly, shaking his head and placing his hands in his lap. “i might need help again tomorrow, though.”

“well, i’m here every day. i’ll check on you again soon.” and with that, you leave, unsure of whether to feel shameful and embarrassed, or extremely proud that you just made the captain levi cum.

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sweetcreaturetm · 1 year

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I wish there was more nurse Steve.

Like Steve in nursing school doing clinicals and he does a round in the ED. And his first shift he gets this weirdo who has to have one of his rings cut off his finger cause he bet his buddy that his rings wouldn’t bend under the wheels of his van. He’s honestly lucky none of his bones are broken. Steve’s kind of just in the background since he’s just doing clinicals but the guy keeps looking at him for comfort while the doctors are setting up all the stuff to cut the ring. Steve can tell he’s a little scared so he goes to stand on his other side to distract him.

“So- uhhh” Steve checks the chart “Mr. Munson do you usually go around running over various body parts?”

Eddie smiles widely at him “it’s Eddie, and no. But uh” he shares a sneaky look with Steve and lowers his voice like they’re conspiring together “I was a little… shall we say elevated”

Steve literally giggles “I knew it smelled a little funkier than usual” he winks.

“What can I say I’m a funky guy-“ Eddie gets cut off by the small saw the doctors are aiming at his hand. Steve can tell he’s about to freak out he sees him start to pull his hand away.

He puts his hand on Eddie’s other arm and brings his attention back to him. He glances down at his guitar pick necklace. “Do you play the guitar?” He asks his hand never leaves Eddie’s arm. And that gets Eddie distracted going on and on about his sweetheart and his band and how they play at a place called the hideout and Steve listens intently. Steve’s more than kind of mesmerized by him.

Before either of them realize the ring is off. The charge nurse asks Steve to finish wrapping Eddie’s fingers and discharge him. Steve goes about getting the gauze and other supplies while still listening to Eddie now he’s talking about D&D something Steve knew more about than he wished thanks to Dustin.

He interrupts Eddie “Okay so I’m gonna put this ointment on just for some relief the saw blade didn’t cut you but it got a little hot for your skin so you might feel a little discomfort. Then I’ll wrap it up. Try to keep an eye if it starts to hurt worse or you have a reaction. I can sneak you some of this it works wonders” he starts to clean the tray off but Eddie stops him with his hand over Steve’s own.

“Do you think I could have my ring back?” He asks sheepishly.

“Oh yeah! Of course sorry I wasn’t thinking” Steve’s a little embarrassed of course he wanted his ring he probably didn’t even care about the stupid ointment. He puts the ring in a little plastic cup they use for pills. Unfortunately they had to cut it a few times so there’s some small bits of the band that are in pieces.

After Eddie signs all the paperwork he gives Steve a little bow in thanks “you probably couldn’t tell since I was being so brave” Eddie says. Steve giggles at that. “But I am a tad frightened of hospitals and stuff. So thanks for being so nice to me. And distracting me when they tried to saw my finger off”

“They would not saw your finger off!” Steve laughs even harder. “It was nice talking to you.” He gives Eddie a hopefully flirty smile.

“Whatever you say, Stevie” Eddie says after he glances down at Steve’s temporary badge. “But hey if it was so nice maybe you can come check out our next show after my fingers are fully recovered” he waggles said fingers but then winces and stops.

Steve reaches out for his injured hand and holds it and says “that actually sounds really nice. But I literally have no time out of school and clinicals.”

“Well maybe I’ll just have to find another way to injure myself to see you again” Eddie says getting bolder.

Steve looks deep into his eyes. He glances down at Eddie’s lips god he wishes he wasn’t literally working right now. “What if you didn’t hurt yourself again and I give you my number and you can come by when I get off my shift.”

Eddie considers for a second and hands Steve his own phone so Steve can put his number in. “That sounds doable” he leans close to Steve’s ear as he gathers his jacket to walk out of the curtained off area and then whispers “just like you” he winks over his shoulder at a gaping Steve.

When Eddie pulls out his phone after getting to the van he sees the newest contact in his phone “Stevie” with a little stethoscope emoji next to it. He sends Steve a quick text so he’ll be able to text him when he’s off.

Finally Steve takes a break and checks his phone he’s been dying to check it since Eddie left he has a text from an unknown number “Guess who *guitar emoji* *ring emoji*” Steve cannot stop grinning the rest of his shift.

#this started as a post about wanting more nurse Steve #then it didn’t stop #still think I need more cause I think it fits him so well #mean girl turned nurse #I mean that is Steve #I know he’s a reformed mean girl but still #nurse Steve #steddie #steddie ficlet #my writing #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #over use of emojis in text

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justmeinadaze · 4 months

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Little Girl Gone Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Part 1 Here

Warnings: Mafia Gangster Eddie/ Officer (Slightly Mean) Steve/ Fem Doctor Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, degrading (lightly), choking, spanking, Slight FLUFF, they like her

ANGST: Obviously (and not just cause I'm me), Boys interrogate Andrew (mentions of punching him and making him bleed, stabbing his hand), mentions of shootings, mentions of Child Abuse (definitely trigger warning), Eddie talks about an incident with his father that lead to him "getting his ass beat", mentions of Andrews abuse upbringing. Eddie talks about his fears of having another partner brought into his particular life style. Steve get a little short with the reader in the beginning but he apologizes. Cliffhanger ending again because I can :)

Word Count: 6818

“Not if we shoot you first.”

At Eddie’s words, you cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.

The man in front of you screamed in pain as Steve grabbed his arm and pried the weapon from his hand, shoving him to the ground. He hastily passed it to the gangster before stepping over the person you had just shot in the shoulder.

“Y/N, give me that.” The adrenaline and fear of what you just did coursed through you as your hands shook. You knew he was speaking but you couldn’t understand a word. “Y/N! GIVE ME THE GUN NOW!”

A heavy exhale left his lips as you pointed the weapon at him causing him to pause as he held his hands up once again.

“Honey, everything’s ok. Hey, look at me. No. Don’t look at him. Focus on me, baby.”, Steve cooed as your eyes constantly flicked to the gangster in pain and bleeding on your living room floor. “I’m sorry I shouted. I’m not angry with you and neither is Eddie. Right, Ed?”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

“See? You did good, baby girl. Now, remember what we said about letting us take control?” Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you nodded eliciting a soft smile from him. “Good. That’s good. Can you let us take care of this for you? Can you give me my gun, Y/N?”

Slowly, he inched closer to you, extending one of his hands as he continued to whisper praise.

“Good. Good, baby. You’re so brave. I’m going to grab the gun now, ok?”

You nod your head a bit to aggressively and once again he smiles as he reaches for his weapon. After gradually removing it from your grip, Steve yanks you to him as he firmly presses your face into his chest.

“Everything’s going to be ok, Y/N. I promise. Stay right here with Ed and I’m going to grab my radio real quick just to make sure no one calls in the noise. I’ll be right back, ok?”, he instructed, running down the hallway once you confirmed.

“Hey. How did you know where we were?”, Eddie growled from his place on his heels beside the other man. When he didn’t respond, he roughly grabbed his collar and tugged him upright. “Answer me.”

Andrew spit in the gangster’s face and he threw him back down, kicking him in the stomach for good measure.

“Alright, here’s some pants, honey. I want you to get dressed and put on some shoes. You’re coming with us.”

“We should take her to my loft. The boys and I can watch out for her till we get all this resolved.”

“Am I not safe?”

Both sets of eyes turned to glance your way at your question and before they said a word you knew the answer.

“Definitely not now after you shot one of Jason’s men.”, Andrew laughed sarcastically. “As soon as he finds out, he’s going to send people to rip you apart, you fucking whore!”

Steve stepped towards him, pressing his foot against the bullet wound making the man howl in pain.

“Shut. Up.” After his last word, the officer punched him in the face so hard it knocked the man out. “Y/N, come on. I need you to focus! Put these on and grab your shoes—”

You palm collided with his cheek hard and Eddie hastily placed himself between you two.

“This is all your fault! I told you I never wanted to see either of you again!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you protesting last night!”

“Fuck you, Steven!”

“You don’t get to fucking call me by my name like that, little girl. You will show me the respect I fucking deserve!”

“HEY!”, Eddie bellowed, silencing you both. “Steve, grab this asshole and put him in the trunk of your cruiser. We’ll interrogate him in my building. Do you think you can manage that?”

With his eyes never leaving your own, he nodded before turning to do what the gangster commanded. Once the officer was out of sight, he faced you, gaze and tone equally as intense.

“Put on your clothes and pack anything you may need for the next couple of days. After we find out how he knew where we were and make sure it’s safe, you can come back home.” When you started to protest, his eyes darkened to a level that told you it was time to listen. “This isn’t a negotiation. You’re coming with us. Now, we’ll be leaving in 15 minutes whether you have a bag or not so I would stop wasting time and do as we say. Do I make myself clear?”

Scoffing in annoyance, you begin to head towards your bedroom to pack but a ringed hand abruptly grabbed your bicep holding you in place.

“I said do I make myself clear? I don’t like being ignored.”

“And I don’t like random gangsters breaking into my apartment.”, you sass.

His eyes continued to bore into yours as his grip remained steadfast; neither of you willing to back down.

“This is the second time in two days you’ve saved my life.” Eddie’s sentence threw you off guard as a shaky, nervous breath escaped your lips at his change in tone. “I’d like to return the favor by saving yours.” Releasing his hold on you, you gave him one final glance before running to your bedroom.

***

The Munson gang ran an entire area of Hawkins but the head himself had an entire building dedicated to him and his business. It was common knowledge that this was a place meant for certain people for certain reasons but rumors around town said police could never get a warrant or find anything incriminating to seize it and arrest people inside.

“Stay by me and don’t say a word.”, Eddie commanded, flashing you a comforting smile when you nodded.

Steve parked his cruiser around back, taking a side entrance so no one would see him going in, let alone with one of the rival gang’s men over his shoulder.

As you entered through the front door, the gangster’s entire demeanor shifted into a more authoritative one as he stood up as straight as he could and hardened his features.

“Hey, Mr. Munson. We were really worried about you.”, a doorman greeted at the front desk.

“I’m fine, Marcus. No reason to worry. I’m going to my loft; can you make sure no one bothers me? I don’t care if it’s the fucking mayor. Tell ‘em Edward Munson is busy.”

“Yes, sir.”

You watch with wide eyes as he motions for a man in a security uniform with his finger and whispers something you can’t hear into his ear. As you both stroll towards the elevator, a bunch of men run past you and exchange words with the man before disappearing from your view.

As the doors close, Eddie pushes the top floor button, noticing your eyes scan the other floors.

“These two floors are for men that work for me. Most of them are people who can’t afford homes or a place to stay so I set them up here. This one is for the kids and people to relax. There’s a pool there and a bar for everyone to have a good time. In this job you need to know when to let go and let your hair down.”, he smiles softly as he continues. “The floor above that is where we keep supplies and do planning if we need to. I have an office there as well that I work from when meeting with partners and things like that. And this…”

The elevator door dings as it opens to a small hallway leading to a door that the man opens and gestures for you to enter.

“This is my apartment.”

Your jaw drops as you step inside and marvel at the gothic style décor of the massive space he called home. There were many feets of open space filled with black furniture to match the setting. Along the walls were different guitars as well as media posters including multiple bands you imagined were his favorites. Near the open kitchen area was a set of stairs that led directly to his open bedroom where you were able to see a huge comfy looking mattress next to a window and a nightstand with some books you couldn’t make out from where you were standing.

“This place is gorgeous.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. Definitely a step up from a trailer.”

Steve banged the front door open as he wrestled with the man in his grip and tossed him roughly to the floor.

“He was awake when I opened my trunk.”, he grunted in frustration as he headed towards the dining room table to grab a chair.

“Y/N, why don’t you put your stuff on the couch and go to that fourth floor I mentioned. There’s a kitchen and you can—”

“I’d like to stay…please…”

Eddie’s eyes scanned you carefully as he delicately took hold of both your arms.

“Pretty girl, what’s about to happen isn’t going to be pleasant. You’ve already dealt with and seen enough these past few days.”

“I’ve seen a lot most of life.”, you breathily chuckle. “Especially in my field. I just…this involves me to and I want to know how worried I should be. Plus…”, you glance towards the officer who was tying the rival gangster to his seat. “I’m scared and I feel like the safest place for me to be is next to you two. You promised me that…that you’d keep me safe.”, you whisper.

After pushing some of your hair behind your ear, he kissed your forehead before heading towards a closet off to the side. As Steve backed away from Andrew, it was just then that you noticed his chest was bare except for his holster making you salivate at how delicious he genuinely looked. The sound of his throat clearing brought you back to reality when your eyes landed his smirking face.

“Caught you.”

“I was, um, I was looking at your abs—”

“I bet you were.”

“At your bruises, officer.” His grin grew as he placed himself in front of you. “You’re going to aggravate your wounds if you keep doing things like this.”

“Doing what? Lifting people over my shoulder?” His strong palms take hold of your hips, picking you up, and placing you on the kitchen counter nearby. “I think I’ll be ok. Look, I’m…I’m sorry I was short with you back there. What you did was incredibly brave.”

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I smacked you.”, you murmur as you cup his face causing Steve to sigh happily as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Are you sure you want to be here for this, honey? It’s not just what we’re about to do to this man but who we have to become.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise when he feels your lips softly connect with his own before his eyes open again to meet yours.

“I want to see it.”

Nodding, he removes his holster and places it beside you just as Eddie comes up beside him, handing him some brass knuckles.

“I want you to know, Y/N, that what you are about to see is NEVER a way we would talk to or treat you. You never have a reason to be afraid of us.”

Eddie’s tone was a mixture of soft but strong as if he desperately needed you to understand this. It made you wonder if past relationships they had been in especially himself were scared away by the behavior they were about to display. Or maybe this particular man had experienced behavior like this on himself from someone he trusted.

Again, you weren’t sure what it was about these men but you trusted them when they said this even reaching for the gangster’s face and kissing his lips.

Flashing one last comforting smile, you watched as their faces slowly fell, their eyes darkening as they slipped into a particular headspace and turned around to face the unlucky man tied to the chair.

***

“You know, I think it’s funny…that you two keep lying to this woman…you and I both know you can’t keep her safe.”, Andrew chuckles as he throws his head back to glare up at them. “You couldn’t even keep him safe!”, he sasses as his eyes gesture towards Steve.

They both smile at each other and Eddie places his hands on his knees as he dips his head into the man’s eyeline.

“How did you know where we were?”

“Lucky guess?”

You jumped as Steve’s fist flew, hitting the gangster in the face so hard that blood flew from his lips.

“I always find it funny myself that Jason keeps men like you around who have zero insight whatsoever.” As Eddie spoke the officer continued to deliver blows to different parts of Andrew’s body. “Because if you did, you’d realize how much trouble you’re actually in.”

“Fuck…you…”

“How did you know where we were?”

Another witty retort, another punch delivered. They went around like this for a while with both men getting nowhere. As your eyes scanned the rival gangster, you noticed even with considerable amount of damage he received, he didn’t seem to be phased at all. While this lifestyle was rough and Andrew had probably been punched many times there was no way he could still be as cognitive as he was.

“Were you beat up a lot as a kid?” Your voice cut through the chaos as all the men glanced your way. “Since you were a child, maybe?”

Steve’s eyes scanned the bleeding man as his jaw clenched and he tried to sit up straighter. He had seen this before many times in interrogations. You were on to something.

“H-Hurting him like this won’t get through to him. He should be at the very least passed out by now but it’s kind of like a built-up tolerance. He’s been through this already and since he’s still so young… I would assume either he was bullied—”

“Which wouldn’t be the case, would it, Mr. Jock-I’m-Best-Friends-with-a-Prom-King?”, the cop teased.

“…Or he grew up with it in his house.”

Eddie’s gaze shifted from you back to Andrew as he folded his arms and waited for a response.

“Well look at that, Andy. It looks like you and I have some things in common.”

The gangster casually reached into his pocket and flipped open his switch blade eliciting a small whine from you at the action as the veins in arm flexed while holding it to the man’s throat. Why was that so fucking hot?

“Your father was a businessman if I’m not mistaken, just like my friend here.”, he muses as he pats Steve’s shoulder. “From the stories I’ve heard from him, I’m not surprised your dad was an asshole. Me on the other hand, I had the head of a mafia corporation as a parent. Trust me, Al definitely knew how to teach me and my mom a lesson.” The knife he was holding gradually traveled down Andrew’s chest to his stomach.

“One day while he was at work, I stole a pack of cigarettes from his nightstand thinking with how much that man smokes he’d never notice. Joke was on me because when he got home, he dragged me out of bed and threatened to cut off my fingers if I didn’t tell him the truth.”

Abruptly, Eddie slams the blade into the man’s hand making him scream before Steve covered his mouth.

“I told him what he wanted to hear and fucker still beat my ass.”, he laughs sarcastically. “How did you know where we were.” When all Andrew did was cry and whine, he twisted the knife causing him more pain.

“I followed you! I fucking followed Steve from the station! Goddamn it!”

“Did you tell Jason where you were going?”

“NO! The last time I called him was as this fucking dumbass left! Jason told me, to grab you and kill Steve if he got in the way! I didn’t even know anyone else was in the apartment! If I had I would have fucking taken her out.”, he spat through gritted teeth. “Jason doesn’t care about your fucking whores, you fucking dick!”

As Andrew kept shouting obscenities, Eddie slowly moved till he was standing directly in front of you and his fingers reached out to caress your cheek.

“But, oh, just you wait! Because when I tell him what happened, he’s going to torture them both in front of you so you can watch them fucking suffer! Sweetheart, I don’t know what these assholes promised you but I assure you aligning yourself with them is the biggest mistake you’ll ever making make!”

“Close your eyes, baby.”

As soon as you do what he says, you squeak and cover your ears as the deafening sound of a gun rings loud through the room.

“Don’t open them until one of us says, ok?”

You nod as you listen to them move quickly around you. Eddie makes a phone call to a couple of his men and murmurs instructions to them when they come up to his home. Mid way through everything, you feel strong arms grip your wrists to wrap your arms around a sweat dripping neck.

“It’s alright, honey. It’s just me. Hold on tightly, alright?”, Steve cooed as he lifted you off the counter and carried you up the stairs before placing you on a mattress. “You can open your eyes now.”

As you carefully pry them open, you are met with the officer’s soft honey irises as he kneeled in front of you on his knees. After removing your shoes and pants, he notices your hands that you had placed in your lap were subtly shaking.

“Everything’s ok, baby girl. He was just shouting those things to rattle you. Andrew was never the carefullest criminal. I know he was Jason’s friend but I’m surprised he kept him around with all the mistakes that kid made.” His large hands cover your own as his thumbs comfortingly rub against your skin. “Eddie and I aren’t like that. We are very meticulous especially when it comes to each other. We aren’t going to let anyone fucking hurt you.”

You only muster a small nod before Steve tilts you back against the pillow and pulls the covers up to your shoulders.

“Steve? Will you stay with me please?”

“Yeah, um, let me clean up a bit.”

Once everything was resolved, Eddie exhaustedly climbed up his stairs, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside before freezing at the sight in front of him. You and his boyfriend were fast asleep on his bed with you seemingly gripping his hand for dear life. Steve had placed his arm around your waist but you intertwined your fingers with his own and clung to his arm like child holds a teddy bear. He was the big spoon to your little one and for the first time in a long while the man he loved seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Carefully, he slid in beside you, kicking his shoes gently to the floor, and drifting off to sleep himself.

############

“10-4 that’s a negative on Officer Harrington. If anyone gets eyes on him please be advised the captain is looking for him.”

Steve’s eyes groggily shot open just as Eddie rolled over to unclip the walkie from his vest on the floor and hand it to him just above your head.

“Yeah, hey 10-4. Officer Harrington here. Does…Does he need me to come in?”

“For your shift? Yes, he would appreciate that.”

Checking his watch, he bolted awake and jumped from the bed to hastily put on his clothes.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I overslept. These 48hr days are killing me. Tell the captain I’m on my way! Over and out.”

“Are you late, Steven?”, Eddie joked as he cracked his eyes open to watch the man fumble with his wardrobe.

“Fucking…woman is like a valium. I’ve never slept so…heavy in my life.”, he mumbled as he threw on his vest and double checked to make sure all his equipment was attached.

“Is it her or the long hours you’ve been working lately to protect me?”

“Is she staying with you today?”

“Way to avoid the question, sweetheart. That’s up to her. Since Jason and the rest of them don’t know about her she can go home and we can follow through with leaving her be.”

Steve paused, letting his shoes dangle in his hand as what the man was saying fully sunk in.

“Oh, I guess you’re right. I just, um…”

Eddie’s eyes fully open as he sits up and leans his head on the officer’s shoulder while comfortingly rubbing his back.

“I know. I like her to but she really needs to think about if this is a life she wants to be a part of. We didn’t exactly have a choice but she does.”

***

When you wake up, you find yourself alone in bed again but as the familiar panic washed over you, the smell of bacon and eggs settles your worried brain. Glancing beside you, you notice your bag was put on a chair near the bed as well as a towel as if to silently inform you that you could take a shower before coming down if you wished.

Grabbing your things, you tiptoe into the bathroom and quickly change. When you finally pause and exhale a nervous breath, your gaze shifts taking in the beautiful area before you. The claw tub was exceptionally huge with an equal size attached standing shower. The black tile matched the décor of the rest of the apartment with the white contrast of everything else making the furniture stand out.

As you pulled up your hair, you took in the items on the sink in front of you taking amusement in the fact that none of it looked expensive. You’d figure as a man who owned this kind of space and ran an entire gang, EVERYTHING he owned would be top-notch. Not to say that you didn’t enjoy the smell of Eddie’s cologne or Steve’s travel sized bottle of hair product. You weren’t the type of woman that needed lavish things and appreciated the fact that it didn’t seem like they did either.

After spraying on your own body spray, you tossed your things to the floor and took a seat on the bed to slide on your shoes. You didn’t mean to be noisy but you couldn’t help being curious as you took in the things around you. On the wall directly across from you was a framed poster for the movie “Evil Dead” and directly beside that a guitar with a signature scrawled across that you couldn’t make out from where you were.

On the nightstand were regular things such as a clock, cigarettes with an ashtray, and a book you assumed was fantasy by the fantastical cover but a framed photo caught your eye as you lifted it to take a closer look.

It was an image of the officer and the gangster in bed holding each other with Steve asleep just below Eddie’s bare chest. His tattooed arm extended out in front of him to get them both in frame as he softly grinned while playing with the other man’s hair.

Smiling to yourself you placed the image back down where you found it and quietly opened the drawer below. Your eyes flicked to the gun that was nestled there, ignoring it as you flipped through some papers you found with words that made no sense and sketches of he and his boyfriend in oddly sexy looking Renaissance style garb.

“Steven Harrington, the salacious, handsome Paladin came to bring justice to Rouge Edward Munson but little did he know that this particular man had a little magic up his sleeve seducing the knight and falling love. Edward had never been in love before but he knew after that night in the Paladin’s carriage, he would do anything for him.”

“I love you to, you nerd.”

You giggle at what you assume is Steve’s comment and place the papers back in the drawer. Near the back was a photo album and your smile grew as you looked at the images within.

“Hm. Steve was right. You are nosey girl.”, Eddie scolded in a light tone as leaned against the railing by the stairs.

“You really love him don’t you?”, you ask, flashing him a picture of the officer rolling his eyes with a smile as the long-haired man laid himself over his shoulders, locking his hands lazily around his neck.

“Yeah, I do.”, he answers as he comes to sit beside you. “I honestly never thought I would…fall in love you know…and definitely not with a fucking cop but…like that saying says, ‘You can’t control who you fall in love with.’”

The gangster’s eyes carefully watch your face as you continue to flip through the images of them together, only looking away when he noticed you blink as your head tilted. The photo you were looking at was what you guessed was a younger Eddie in front of a woman in a beautiful pink gown with wavy curls like his own. He was grimacing as she kissed his cheek but that didn’t erase the happiness that emitted from his demeanor.

“Is this your mom?”, you ask and he affirms. “You look like her.”

“Heh. Thank you, princess. You have no idea how much hearing that means to me.” Turning the page, you find a couple more images of them together but as you continue forward you notice his body language change as a 10-year-old Eddie is standing between two men that look vaguely like him. “That was taken right before my dad left me with my uncle.”

“What happened to your mom?”

“She died.”, he sighed as he suddenly grabbed the album from your hand and put it away. “Come on, I made you something to eat.”

After following him down, you place yourself on one of the stools and wait patiently for him to slide a plate in front of you with a cup of coffee. You mutter thanks as you begin to eat trying to ignore the fact that the gangster’s chocolate-colored irises were once again burning a hole into your skin as he stared at you.

“When I was six.” Eddie stated matter-of-factly as he leaned over the island close to where you were sitting and continued. “My mother died when I was six. I lived with my dad after that but…let’s just say he wasn’t the best father.”

“Was the story you told last night real?” When he nods, a sad sigh leaves you. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

He shrugs brushing off the feeling of sadness that always washes over him when he talks about this topic.

“So, yeah, since it seems the Carver’s don’t know about you…I can take you home…and you’ll never hear from us again. I’m, uh, sorry about everything. I promise you won’t get in trouble or anything like that.”

“Oh. Do you want me to leave?”

“No…but I don’t want you to feel trapped either.”, he sighs. “Y/N, we like you so much. I know you said we don’t know you and I understand that but there’s something about you…” When he pauses, you watch as he stands up straighter and hardens his expression like he did when you two first walked into his building. “Steve and I had no choice in the life we chose. Like I told you the other night, I’m a gangster; I kill people. Steve’s killed people and done some other terrible shit that could get him put in prison for the rest of his life. We’re both assholes and as I’m sure you’ve notice have tempers at times. We like to control as much as we can which is hot as hell in the bedroom but can be infuriating anywhere else.”

Stepping around to your side of the island, he swiveled your stool till your body was facing his as his fingers gripped your chin.

“If you stay you’re ours. No one would hurt you or disrespect you because you’d be ours and everyone knows not to mess with things that belong to me.” Your breathing stuttered as his thumb grazes your lips. “We like that you’re strong with a bit of an attitude but you seem like you can also submit and listen which is perfect for men like us. Because that tells me you can handle us, not just out there but under the covers as well.”

Your eyes close as the tip of his nose grazes yours, the humid air from his breath warming your lips.

“Or anywhere else we feel like having you. Against your apartment wall, in the back of Steve’s police car, or even… on this countertop.”

Grabbing his face, you bring his lips to your own mewling at the taste of his tongue as it glides along your own. There was an immediate sense of urgency in your movements as if you didn’t have him now you would implode.

“Wait… your cut—”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Trust me. Fuck.”, he groans, pulling you out of your chair and spinning you around to bend your top half over the marble in front of you.

Eddie hastily yanks down your pants and panties before fumbling to free his cock from his shorts and spitting in his hand as he strokes it along his length. With his palm pressed to the small of your back, you both moan as he runs his tip between your folds, collecting your slick, and guides himself into your core.

“Oh fuck. Steve was right. Fuck, princess, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“Eddie…”

“Yeah, baby? Does my dick feel good?” You whine at his question, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts allowing him to hit that sensitive inside of you that has your eyes rolling as your head hangs. As one of his palms abruptly smacks your ass, the other grabs a handful of your hair, and tugs you backwards till your feel his lips against the shell of your ear.

“I asked you something, little girl. When I ask you something I expect a fucking answer. Does my dick feel good stretching your tight little pussy open?”

“I…I can’t…”

Eddie grumbles through clenched teeth as he wraps his arms around you; one looping around your tummy and the other across your chest so his hand can lightly grip your throat. He pressed your back against him and you whimper as he rolls his hips slower but harder, slamming his cock impossibly deep into your cunt.

“You can’t what? You—fuck—you can’t fucking use your words to answer me? Aw, poor pathetic little girl. So dumb off my cock she can’t even speak.” The palm near your stomach travels between your legs and slaps your clit making you jump. “And so sensitive to. I like that.”

Turning your head slightly, you press your forehead against his cheek and Eddie dips his chin so his lips can kiss yours.

“Y-Your cock…your cock feels so…so fucking good, Eddie!” You rush out your last few words making him grin as he pushes you back down against the counter and pounds into you.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I want to feel you squeeze me.”

Your hands clung to the counter as your body shook and you came hard around him. The gangster grunted at the feeling chasing his high until you heard him moan your name under his breath and feel his release warm your insides.

After he pulled out, you turned your body to face his right as his forehead leaned against your own. Eddie’s eyes were still closed as he continued to pant, his palms resting under your shirt against your lower back.

“I’m afraid.”, he murmured throwing you off.

What could a man like him possibly be afraid of? His eyes gradually opened meeting your confused ones before continuing.

“I wasn’t prepared for Steve nor was I prepared for how much I would come to love and care about him. I would kill for that man and if anyone took him away from me…” He exhaled heavily, shaking his head as if to wipe away the thought entirely. “Like I said, there’s something about you… we weren’t prepared for you either and the way I feel about you after these few days… I’m afraid to be vulnerable like that again. Not just for me but for my business. Another vulnerability is another thing someone can use against me. It’s not just about me when it comes to this gang. I have a lot of people that need me and look up to me…sort of like your patients.”

Your hands cup his face as you tenderly lean forward to kiss his lips.

“Maybe…we all have some thinking to do. I know you said you didn’t have a choice in your lives but you both very much did and do. Being a doctor was who I was meant to be but I very much had a choice of where I opened my clinic and the people I help. I could have turned you both away… I knew Steve wasn’t going to hurt me… but I helped you…”

Eddie nodded in understanding, backing away from you as you two got fully clothed again.

“Would you like me to drive you home?”

“Please.”

###############

Steve exhaustedly sauntered into Eddie’s loft, pulling off his gear and everything he didn’t need as he tossed them on the couch.

“Hey you.”, the long-haired man smiled as he came down the stairs and tenderly kissed the officer as both men fell onto the sofa behind them.

“How was your day?”

“Long. They’re still looking into Carver’s men being murdered but at some point they’ll give up. The higher ups honestly prefer to let you guys duke it out on your own.”

“Did they mention Andrew?”

“No but it’s too soon for Jason to really be worried yet. I imagine you’ll hear from him before we do.” Steve smiled softly as Eddie’s fingers gently ran through his tussled hair and petted his head. “How’s Y/N?”

“She’s good. We had a bit of a talk today and then I took her back to her apartment—”

“You what?”, the officer interrupted in a sharp tone. “So that’s it? You just said a few words and that was that?! You just took her home?!”

“Steve, calm down—”

“NO! Don’t tell me to calm down!”, he shouts as he rises to his feet.

“I thought we agreed that if she wanted to go home and be left alone we would honor that.”

“You didn’t even let me get a chance to say how I feel!”

“Oh? How DO you feel, sweetheart? What would you say if she was here right now?”

“I’d say that I fucking care about her! I think she’s witty and kind... She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Besides you, I’ve never wanted to protect and take care of someone more than I do her. Every day I go out there and risk my life but no one fucking cares except you which is one of the many things I love about you. She makes me feel the same way. I feel like she genuinely cares if I’m in pain or hurting.”

“She’s a doctor, babe.”

“It’s more than that, Ed, and I know you know that. FUCK! I wanted to get to know her better. Now she’s going to think we just used her for her clinic and sex. I hate that that’s the last idea she has of us.”

“I don’t think that at all.”

Steve’s head whipped around at your words finding you at the bottom of the staircase in similar pajamas they saw you in when you were watching over Eddie.

“You didn’t let me finish so I thought I’d let you get it all out.”, the gangster smirked. “I was going to tell you I took her back to her apartment because she asked to get a couple of things so she could stay with us for a few days.”

“So we CAN talk and get to know each other better.”

Relief painted Steve’s face as he listened to you speak before determination darkened his eyes and he strides confidently towards you, lifting you into his arms, and carrying you back up the stairs.

Tossing you onto Eddie’s bed, you couldn’t help but giggle as he roughly but needily tore off your clothes as his lips roamed all over your skin.

“I told you, sweetheart, passionate with a good heart.”, Eddie teases as he takes a seat in the chair beside the mattress.

You grinned his way as Steve sucked and nibbled on your neck, his pant covered cock grinding against your core as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Fuck. Did you get to feel her today?”, the officer groaned towards his boyfriend as your lips picked up where he left off, trailing down his jawline while your fingers unhooked his belt and tried to push down his trousers.

“I did and you were right.”, the gangster answered as he leaned forward to capture Steve’s lips. “Her pussy is too fucking good and so tight especially when she comes. Just like you, baby.”

You and Steve moan loudly as you grip his length and guide him into your dripping heat making Eddie’s smirk widen as he licks his lips.

“There you go, pretty boy. Fuck her harder with that big, thick cock. Little girl doesn’t mind it rough, do you baby?” The moment your head shakes, a hand shoots out to pinch your cheeks and adjusts you so your eyes meet his. “What did I say about unanswered questions?”

The man above you pants heavily as he watches your face while his partner’s palm shifts to your throat and squeezes. When he releases his grip, a hiccup and a mewl leave your throat that has Steve grunting aggressively as he pumps into you harder till your eyes close.

“I…I don’t mind it—shit—I don’t mind it rough. Steve, please.”

“You want to see something that really gets him going?”, the gangster whispered in your ear.

You watch as his palm gently runs through his boyfriend’s hair, down his back, and guides effortlessly over his ass. Steve’s head shot up, his mouth falling open into a wide O as Eddie pushed two of his fingers deep inside of his entrance.

Pushing up on to one of his palms, he pounded into you making your cunt cling to him as you listened to all the beautiful sounds that fell from his mouth.

“There you go, baby. Make her cum. Make this good girl cum.”

The coil in your stomach violently snapped, your back arching into his chest as you cried and screamed his name. It was too much for him as Steve fell flat on top of you and chased his high, slamming his seed deep into your body.

“Are you okay?”, you murmur as you nails run softly down his back.

“Yeah…fuck…I’m fine. I’m…I’m glad you decided to…to hang around.”, he pants as he tries to catch his breath.

“Need some water, hun? We ain’t nearly close to being done.”

You both chuckle at Eddie’s words as he tilts down to kiss your lips.

##############

ONE WEEK LATER

“What’s got you all smiley?”, one of the nurses asks you as she passes by your office.

“Nothing, I’m just happy. Am I not allowed to be happy?!”, you joke as the young lady laughs at your response.

“You are absolutely allowed to be. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you wear any other emotion beside stress and worry. Dr. Y/L/N wouldn’t have happened to meet a new guy now did she?”

“No…”, you blush.

“Oh my god, you did! I have to know everything.”

“Isabella, did you come to my office for a reason?”, you deflect.

“Your new patient is here and ready to see you.”

You grin at her as you head down the hallway to the exam room, your grin promptly falling as you read the chart.

“Izzie, are you sure this is the right file?”

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“No reason.”

Her eyes continue to scan you over as you heavily exhale and open the door, stepping inside. A gentleman in a nice suit and a green button up underneath turned to face you beaming from ear to ear as he stepped closer to where you were standing.

“Hello there. You must be Dr. Y/L/N. It’s nice to make your acquaintance. I’m Jason Carver.”

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sliceofajayke · 10 months

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enhypen as dads

here are some headcannons on how i think enha will be as dads :)

warnings; babies, talk of pregnancy, theres a mention of sex in hoons but nothing graphic.. thats all i think but plz lemme know if you see anything that should be added<3

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated<3

heeseung <3

-okok right from the beginning, when he had first found out u were preggers he started singing to ur belly

-and at night he cant sleep and he thinks ur asleep he'll talk to ur belly

-like if ure having really bad morning sickness he'll be like

-"hey baby,, i know ur growing in there but please dont give ur momma too much of hard time... we love you forever and always and we can't wait for you to get here"

-and suddenly the next day you got no morning sickness!! so hee kisses ur belly "thank u baby u always listen to dada huh?"

-okay now for gender. reveal!! he doesnt care if the baby is a boy or a girl

-he just wants to be able to hold his baby in his arms, and he got sososo excited when the doctor told yall so the doctor asks "oh were you hoping for a girl?"(first one is girl i feel like theyll all be really good girl dads)

-and u giggle "he wasnt hoping for anything specific. hes just happy that were this far along cuz that mean babes coming out soon"

-and we'll skip to birth. hee has done so much reading on parenting books, and all that jazz

-but when babygirl finally comes hes in tears and forgot everything he read. hes just too happy. he sees you holding his baby and he thinks, despite the sweat and tears. this is the most beautiful you look because you have been so strong and brave through out the whole process

-u call him over and ask if hes ready to hold her and something snaps in him "oh um... can i??"

- he just got so worried?? for some reason?? so the nurse smiles and tells him to go sit on the chair so she can pass her to him and while sitting he remembers skin to skin right right

-so he takes off his shirt and when baby is in the nurses arms she starts crying soso hard,

- but once baby was place into hees arms and lying on his bare chest she immediately stops "oh babygirl... hi its dada"

-and ik babies dont really smile unless they're pooping or smthng but the baby smiles at him with her eyes closed

-skip to her first everything,, hee has it all filmed, her first steps, her first taste of solid food, any of her first, you name it

-he'll be one of those dads who are sososo encouraging of every single thing she does

-(even if shes bad at it... "who cares what they say. if you like doing it then continue doing it. only quit if its for yourself not for them")

-shes a lovely singer, she'll somehow remember the songs hee would sing to her while she was in mommas belly and when she was a baby

-he'll cry when shes 10 years old because "my baby... shes not a baby anymore shes in her double digits:((" and she'll hug him even if she feels embarrassed and whispers to him "dont worry dad. i wont be a baby forever. but i'll always be your girl"

-thats what he calls her "my girl" he originally called u that

-and he still does,, whenever he gets home he goes "where are my girls?" or if his babygirl wins something he goes "thats my girl!"

-hes just a really good supportive dad:(( she'll even go to both her parents if shes having relationship problems because she can trust them and they are very trusting of her

jay <3

-ok so jay i think u’d just tell him straight up that ur pregnant

-u guys have been trying for a while and it finally happened so he was very very happy

-i think jay will also talk to ur belly

-he’ll tell baby a lot of random fun facts

-even tell baby about how big/small they are at the moment

-when baby comes hes just ready for it all.

-hes very encouraging of you, tells you that you did amazing before even taking a look at the crying baby

-finally when its his turn to hold his babyboy hes ready.

-the nurse takes the baby from ur arms and tells jay he can either stand or sit on the couch, he prefers to stand

-so he takes off his shirt and holds his arms out for baby

-jay cries while looking at his baby

- so baby is a bit older now, like hee. jay films all the firsts… and seconds

-baby is really smart too

-jay actually got his son an ipad

-but the kid is NOT an ipad kid, he’s actually very very good at time management???

-all the games on the kids ipad are actually some kind of learning games (reading apps, those crossword games, etc.)

-jay loves cooking and so does his son.

-it started from watching his dad cook

-to mixing the soup on the stove

-and finally to just jay watching and tell him what to do/add next

-actually on mothers day and ur birthday they’ll make u breakfast in bed

-their bond is very good<3

jake <3

-so lets say u nd jake already have some fur babies

-yall got two doggo okok so u dress them up wearing those ‘best big sister’ nd ‘best big brother’ sweaters

- “go to daddy” so they do:)

-with u following them slowly so you can see his reaction and he baby talks the dogs lol

-”now what are u silly babies wearing?”

-he takes them both on his lap and his eyes widened when he was able to read it,,

-the pups jump off his lap cuz jake sounded excited so they want to be excited too!!

-”no way…” he goes to run to you nd tbh he almost ran into you so he hugged u

-”is this for real? plz dont be a sick joke”

-”of course its real!”

-he kisses you

-a lot

-he kisses all over ur face nd all over ur belly

-so for this ultrasound its pretty late into the pregnancy and suddenly there are two heartbeat

-”oUR BABY HAS TWO HEARTS?!?”

- both u and the doctor laugh and tell him that has to mean twins

-so u guys go home and suddenly panic arises again

-”....i need to redesign the babyroom”

-u guys have a boy and a girl <3

- so both are very into music and sports

- he teaches them everything he knows and he loves loves LOVES bragging about his kids

- he doesn't do it on purpose but..

- heeseung is telling the group about how his daughter won at her school talent show and jake cant help but mention his kids

-”ohhh *son and daughter* love singing too! actually they’ve been practicing as a duo wanna see a video?!” (he’ll pull out the video before anyone can even say yes)

-hes very good at helping them regulate their emotions too, he lets them feel what it is and lets them talk about them openly

-he never raises his voice at them and if by chance his kids get so angry that they raise their voice at him??

-they’ll immediately apologize because they know its wrong and they’ll say that they promise to do their best not to do it again

-kids are hard especially if theres two the same age

-they argue a lot

- A LOT

- they always make up very quickly, jake and u don’t even have to interfere.

- BUT when u do have to interfere that means it gets really bad

- idk theyre kids so lets say they broke eachothers crayon :(

-both are crazy mad at each other, daughter is a daddys girl, son is a mommys boy

-first move as parents; get them to stop crying

-second to figure out why it all started

- “we wanted to share but we got mad”

- (y'all bought them each a set of crayons…)

- in the end, they make up and showed u their shared drawing of their family… with an extra member

“mommy and daddy we want a baby sibling”

sunghoon <3

-ok hoon wants a baby soooo bad

- he’ll always send u tiktoks of babies and their familes that show up on his fyp and goes like “could be us soon”

-what he doesn't know is that u are pregnant

-idk why u thought he wouldnt want a baby but thats what u thought

-anyway u talk to jay nd ur like “how tf do i tell him?? what if he doesnt want a baby?”

-*que sunghoon sending u another baby related tiktok*

-jay goes “... he spams u with baby and family tiktoks u really think he doesnt want that??”

-”maybe??” anyway so now u go home, thinking instead of how to tell him, not of a bad reaction from him

-finally u thought of it

-make a tiktok revealing it(not posting it publicly just yet. u just saved it to ur phone)

-tiktok is pictures with music first, pictures from ur first date, …post sex selfie(its a cute one ok like ur both smiley) of the date you most likely conceived baby

-then it comes to videos, theres one where u guys were making dinner and started dancing together,

-one where u guys are just smiling at the camera together then he attacks u w kisses

-finally the reveal of the pregnancy test and u at the end saying “im pregnant”

-so you send him that video while ur in the kitchen and hes on the couch living room

the text read “babe look at this cute baby video!!” and he clicks it so fast

-he watched it one… two… three more times and hes crying by the end of it

-”i love you so much!!”

-baby is now born and hes just the happiest hes ever been

-he has a baby boy:((

-i think he’ll record everything and anything his kid does and saves it all until his son is of age to consent to his parents to post his baby photos/videos

-his son loves it lol, he actually encouraged his dad to make an instagram for him so when hes old enough to post on his own he’ll post on that account

-but sunghoons account is basically u, his son, family photos and like a selfie every now and then

-he’ll encourage his son to do everything he wants.

-ur son wants to sing?? sunghoon will bring him to the studio and let him record a bit

-he wants to play soccer?? he’ll go to every single practice day and night

-he wants to ice skate?? hoon will be the best coach

-hoon will never ever force him though. if his kid wants out he’ll try to encourage them to keep trying but if they really dont want it, its over then

-hoon rememinds them if they ever wanna try again that they always can

-by the time his son is a teenager, hoon likes to think of himself as a dad and a friend

-so when his son comes to him with a problem hoon will ask “do you want dad advice first or friend advice first?”

-he’ll always give advice from both perspectives too so his son makes the final decisions on things based on that

-anytime u are out for business, they’ll have movie nights nd fall asleep on the couch together, ur sons head on hoons shoulder and hoons head resting ontop ur sons head<3

sunoo <3

-ok honestly see sunoo as such a good girl dad:((

-he found out u were pregnant before u even did lol

-he made u ur favorite food but u didnt want to eat it so he was like “???”

-he gets excited then says “i’ll be right back!”

-he left to get u take out and to buy some pregnancy tests. he lets u eat first then shows u the tests

-”if u arent we could always try again,, but i’m pretty sure u are” so u took a few

-all were positive

-sunoo smiles the biggest u’ve ever seen him smile

-he picks u up nd twirls u around

-so now ur going to ur 5 months ultrasound, u want to have a gender reveal party but sunoo just wants to know(he does want to have a party tho)

-he jokes with the doctor “if i slip u a signed photo card will u tell me the gender” that earned him a smack from u lol

-u give the envelope with the gender to two j’s cuz they volunteered the fastest

-as much as u guys like the whole blue for boy and pink for girls,, u didnt want that to be the colours so u did purple for girls and orange for boys

-jake and jay made cupcakes but somehow made them all brown…

-they forgot the food colouring lol

-anyway they whispered it to sunoo and sunoo begins to jump around “A BABY GIRRLLL”

-so now the birthing… sun couldnt control his face, this was a beautiful moment but gosh did it look…

-not so beautiful, but his babygirl is here!!

-after a little bit u tell him to lie next to u, he said there was no room so u made room

-”now there is room. lets look at our babygirl together” <3

-now her first birthday,,, sunoo couldnt help himself, he calls her princess so it was princess themed!

-she looked so cute in pigtails, her tiara and of course her little purple princess dress:((

-he also records everything at the party, hes vlogging it all

-so she grows up a bit nd he shows her the video as he does her hair

-”did mom do my hair or did u?” “ i did isnt it obvious?”

-“...dang dad thank goodness u got better at this” “excuse me young lady?” they laugh

-anyway now ur girl is hmm 16

-sunoo still calls her princess and she loves it. she gets princess treatment

-sometimes they even kick u out of the front seat so she sit beside her dad as she drives🤭🤭

jungwon <3

-wonie loves loves kids

-when he goes to film some content with kids he LOVES to send u little videos and pictures of him and the kids hes filming with

-when he gets home, u nd the 6 boys are there. u planned it all together

-so u ask him to check the oven cuz ur baking(u didn't actually bake it, u bought it lol)

-”babe its not even hot… are u sure u baked?”

-"oh wonnnie what did you just do?”

“...take bread out of the oven?”

-”jungwon its buns.. theres buns in the oven”

-”..what does that even mean”

-”...shES PREGENT WON.. BUN IN THE OVEN!!”

- he dropped the bread lol

-finally when it registered in his mind he ran to u nd hugged u “but why did u tell them first??”

-okay baby is born and hes in tears

-”are you okay?...our baby is crying and the doctors and nurses got him rn.” he says wiping ur hair out of ur face

-”i’m okay.. and i’m so happy but in so much pain ahaha”

-he smiled and kissed ur forehead, then ur nose nd finally ur lips.

-the nurse brings the now clean baby to u and gently places baby in ur arms

-”she looks so beautiful..” “she’s gnna grow up to be just like you y/n”

-jungwon was wrong. babygirl looks exactly like him but with longer hair hehe

-she even has his deep deep dimples, shes so cute when she smiles:((

-both of u cant even be mad that she looks like him(he realllyyy wanted a mini u when he gets a daughter)

-anyway now shes like 3? she loves calling her dadda for everythinggg

-she wants to play princess? dadda on his way

-she wants a piggyback ride for the 960427195 time? dadda is on his way

-she still counts on him always now that shes older, just now she calls him dad.

-dad always drops anything and everything for her.

-dads filming some content but his personal ringtone for his babygirl goes off. hes outta there

-she loves to dance too!!

-actually she watches jungwons dance from i-land(she hasnt watched the show yet but she seen a lot of the happier clips/edits)

-she tries to copy it a lot cuz she wants to be just like him dancing wise

-anyway shes a total daddys girl

(uncle) ni-ki <3

-alright we know ni-ki is… well you know how ni-ki is

-but he is the best babysitter ever!!

-he’ll come over without even getting asked to lol

-”hi guys i’m here to babysit!”

-”...but ni-ki we weren't even going out today..”

-”yeah well i got bored so get out of here so i can hang out with my minis”

-so they leave ni-ki with the children

- ni-ki is actually a really good babysitter, he knows how to have fun but also knows when things get too far

- “alright kiddos show me where your parents hide the candy. we get 2 pieces each after a healthy dinner”

-he knows his hyungs hide the candy high up cuz the kids cant reach it

-when things get out of hand, he will never ever raise his voice.

-he’ll give a big sigh and the kids just know to stop what theyre doing and to listen to him

-he wont ever use 'negative’ words i.e instead of “no fighting” he’ll say smthng like “lets all get along”

-then he sets up some music for them to dance to

-if they ask him, he’ll dance with them too

-they’ll even ask him to teach them and he happily will teach them

-hehe the kids will request to learn billy poco heheh

-ni-ki hates it but teaches it nonetheless

-once theyre all tired out (including ni-ki) they all sit on the couch and put on a movie

-they all fall asleep on ni-ki :)

-all the parents have pictures of ni-ki nd their kids sleeping

-actually all the kids come together and make like a slideshow of all the fun they’ve had with their favorite unlce for his birthday:)

tags; @criceofpain @celeste-hoon @jaylaxies @ajayke-reads

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Ragatha: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Pomni: It was autocorrect.

Ragatha: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Pomni: Yes.

Ragatha: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Pomni!

Pomni: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

Ragatha: I feel like doing something stupid.

Pomni: I’m stupid, do me.

Ragatha: Bro-

Pomni: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Pomni: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Ragatha: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Pomni: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Ragatha: Stop.

Pomni: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Ragatha: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Ragatha: Talk dirty to me~

Pomni: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Ragatha: Wha-

Pomni: The economy is in shambles.

Ragatha: What are you in the mood for?

Pomni: World domination.

Ragatha: That's a bit ambitious.

Pomni: You are my world.

Ragatha: Aww...

Pomni:

Ragatha:

Pomni:

Ragatha: OH.

Pomni: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Ragatha: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Ragatha: Wow, Pomni, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Pomni: We literally slept together yesterday.

Ragatha: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Pomni: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Ragatha is? Because Ragatha is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Ragatha: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Pomni: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Ragatha: That one. I want that one.

Ragatha: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Pomni: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

Ragatha: Hey, Pomni, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Pomni: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Ragatha: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Pomni: Can't really say I have.

Ragatha: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Pomni: Sorry, Ragatha. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

Pomni, sweating: Ragatha, there’s something I need to ask you-

Ragatha: Finally! You’re proposing!

Pomni: How’d you know?

Ragatha: Pomni, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Ragatha: I even picked it up once.

Seeing how the first quotes I made were good, here is ButtonBlossom now!

#pomni x ragatha #buttonblossom #ragapom #the amazing digital circus #tadc quotes #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha

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mortiferumsomnum · 2 years

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Soup Kitchens and Runaway Ghosts (Part 2)

Part 1 could be read here! Part 3 could be read here!

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thank you for liking my other post 👉👈

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It was night outside, with the owls hooting and bats flying under the light of the moon.

Jason had a hand on Dani’s shoulder as they sat in the (illegal) Doctor’s kitchen. Although she was putting on a brave face, she was trembling and pulling at the ends of her sweater. Her eyes never left the open door to the room Danny was getting medical help from. They couldn’t see his body, but they could see the Doctor walking to and fro’ the bed Danny was placed on.

“Hey,” Jason whispered, soothingly, hoping it’s the same comforting way Dick does.

Slowly, her gaze turns to him. Her chin was trembling, and she looked like she was on the verge of crying. Shit. What would Dick do? Jason didn’t think this far in the comforting thing.

So, he tugged the little girl closer, hugging her with his arm. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered to her. “He’s in good hands.”

She sniffed, and huffed through the sob that tore through her lips. “I... I don’t know how I could keep Danny safe...”

Jason glanced to her, but she was looking back to the open door. ‘What do you mean?’ he wanted to ask. ‘It’s not your job to take care of him,’ he wanted to say.

Instead, he whispered, “You did your best.” Because she did. She did her best to get food from his soup kitchen for both her and Danny, not at all stopping to eat in the cafeteria, only thinking to have her containers filled. She stole from drug stores. She tried bandaging Danny even if she didn’t know how to do it properly. She took care of him with everything she could.

(A passing memory of his mom, Catherine, flashes in his mind.)

That only made her chin tremble more, which prompted Jason to hug her closer.

Finally, the Doctor stepped out.

***

- The Doctor tells Dani that Danny’s okay now, and that he’ll be telling the Red Hood everything that needs to be done to keep up with the treatment. Then, he tells Dani that she could go and see him. She didn’t need to be told twice and ran into the room.

- The Doctor closes the door, then grunted at the Red Hood. “Look, man. I know I said I would help you for anything medical-related, but I think I need to draw the line at freaky supernatural shit. His blood literally had green where the plasma was supposed to be.”

- Jason removed the safety of his gun.

- The Doctor was unfazed. “I’m not going to tell anyone, but men in white managing to track these kids down because they’re, what, ghosts???? Which is weird because that kid’s heart was beating????? And he’s alive??? In fact, the green stuff does a better job than regular human plasma, it’s unreal, man. Since it replaced the plasma the kid was supposed to HAVE, I’m calling it green plasma, for simplicity, yeah.”

- Jason’s not worried about that. “Tell me about the kid,” he said. “How is he, moving forward?”

- The Doctor’s face pinched. “It’s... not bad... anymore...”

- “Anymore?”

- “Look, when you brought the kid in, it’s exactly as you told me: Vivisection wounds, 3rd degree burns from laser guns, infection...”

- The Red Hood was getting impatient with the way he was loosely fidgeting with his gun.

- “Bottom line is, once everything was cleaned and properly stitched, he started... healing? On his own?? I took blood samples, and the green plasma has something to do with it. You know how plasma literally moves the blood cells? It seems to enhance their functions as well. The enhanced white blood cells were fighting against the infection that was also enhanced by the plasma. Once the infection was removed, it was smooth sailing for his body. Now, all the kid needs is rest, food and water.”

- Jason hummed. “I’m burning this house down.” There was a chance that the kids would be leaving some kind of bio-signature in this place, and the Doctor was one of the most competent people he knew after Leslie. He was also really easy to intimidate, but despite the fear, he does his job well. Works well under pressure, like what he wrote in his resume. “Change your clothes and pack your bags, Doc. I’m going to lend you one of my safehouses.”

- The Doctor was quick to nod his head. “I assume that you’re destroying the blood samples as well?”

- Jason pointed his gun towards him. “Did you take a sample?”

- The Doctor was fast to shake his head. “Like I said, I want nothing to do with the supernatural, man. I’m already knees deep in crime, and I really don’t want to be making contracts with beings more demonic than you are.”

- Jason huffed, putting his gun away. “The demon is my brother.” The Doctor squeaked. “After changing, leave your clothes here. It’s burning with the rest of the house.”

- “You got it, man,” said the Doctor, leaving the room with a brisk pace.

- Jason then went in where Danny and Dani were, and it seems like the kid was finally sleeping peacefully on the bed he was in. He was changed into a loose pajama that the Doctor probably had, and was tucked under a clean, beige blanket. Just as the Doctor said, he was looking a hundred times better.

- Dani was smiling. Once she saw him, she jumped out of her seat and ran up to him, hugging his middle while laughing. “He’s okay!” she said. “Thank you thank you thank you so much!!”

- Jason chuckled, patting her head. “No problem, kid.” Even if the Doctor did most of the job.

- “Uh, yes problem?” The Doctor came into the room, clothes changed and face white. “There’s... there’s people... white suits... outside... secret police?? Government agents?? Oh god...”

- Unconsciously, Jason tugged Dani closer.

- Then, Jason took out a domino mask from his leather jacket and an extra rebreather, throwing it to the Doctor. “Put that on, Doc. We can’t have them knowing your face when we make our escape.”

- The Doctor scrambled to put it on.

- Jason turned to Dani. “Get Danny and turn invisible like you did before.”

- “Uh, I can turn all of us invisible and get us to the car if you guys hold on to me,” she said.

- Jason blinked beneath his Red Hood helmet. “You... could do that?”

- Dani blushed in embarrassment while nodding. “I was panicking when they first showed up, okay?! I could fly us to the car as fast as I can, but they’ll still be able to track us...”

- Jason nodded. He turned to Danny, who was now being carried by the Doctor. “I got ‘im,” he whispered, eyes wide in fear and knees trembling. Jason really doesn’t want him carrying Danny since Dani did just fine earlier, but he also didn’t know how much concentration she needs to bring all of them out.

- Jason went into the kitchen and opened the gas tank connected to the stove. Then, he and the Doctor walked close to Dani.

- She grabbed onto the back of their shirts, and turned them invisible. Thankfully, he could make out the outline of Dani floating them in the room.

- Also, the Doctor was screaming like a banshee. A panicking banshee.

- “WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP?!?!?” Dani yelled.

- “I’M TRYING!!!”

- “Would my gun work through the invisibility?”

- “We’re not intangible yet, so... I think so?”

- That shut the Doctor up.

- The smell of gas was getting strong.

- “Let’s get outta here,” said Dani. And tuned them intangible, and---- holy shit. Jason couldn’t feel his insides... or his outsides... or anything from his body. He felt... nothing. Not even floaty or light. It was as if he didn’t exist. They fazed through so many walls until they made it out of the house.

- But just as they made it out, the men in white’s gadget started beeping like crazy again.

- “They’re close!”

- “Find them!”

- Thank God the Doctor was quiet.

- Jason watched as they were floated into the car. Jason lost his intangibility and invisibility first, being dropped into the driver’s seat. The Doctor was dropped in the backseat with Danny, and Dani sat in the passenger’s.

- “Put your seatbelt on.”

- Dani looked incredulously at him.

- The Doctor did as Jason told, wrapping one around Danny as well as he laid in the back with them.

- “They’re over there!!” one of the men in white yelled.

- Some blasters were shooting at them now, and the Doctor rightfully screamed again.

- Jason started the car, then took out his gun and shot at one of the blasters.

- The blaster was about to go off, and its shot was redirected to the window of the house.

BOOM!

- While the men in white ducked for cover, away from the explosion, Jason drove away, increasing his speed.

- But no matter how fast he was going, trying to get away, the men in white were chasing after them again in their vans, installed blasters getting out and ready to shoot them again. God, they’re annoying.

- “I... I could blast them too!”

- There’s too many of them. 5 vans, plowing through the trees with their comically giant blasters. One was moving forward.

- He turned to Dani. “Try to make the one in front turn around just as they’re about to launch a blast. It’ll hit the other vans.”

- Dani nodded and fazed through the top of the car, hands glowing green. Just as she left, Jason could see form the rearview mirror how Dani transforms. Although the dark of the night made it unclear in a few places, he could clearly see her hair turning white and clothes changing. He couldn’t see her face as she was faced towards their pursuers.

- Her hands then let out a long green blast towards the van. Just as Jason said, the van flipped, it’s blasters hitting the other two vans behind it. Dani then sent another blast to the other vans, but it was unsuccessful, learning immediately from the first van that was attacked.

- Dani came back into the Hoodmobile (Jason still hates the name, but there really isn’t other name to call it), sitting in the passenger seat and buckling up once more. “What do we do now?”

- They were heading towards Brown Bridge, just past that is China Town, into GCPD territory. If he could just get into the abandoned sections, he’ll be able to get into Red Robin’s patrol route. The techy Robin would be able to fry their devices just as well as Oracle.

- Only a few Gothamites brave travelling at night, but the streets are mostly empty, thankfully. No civilian will be involved in this crazy chase.

- “We’re heading into one of my brothers’ territories,” he said.

- The Doctor squeaked. “The Demon one???”

- “No,” said Jason.

- “You have a Demon for a brother?” Dani asked, eyes looking excited.

- “He might as well be one,” said Jason, increasing his speed once more.

- He passed by a GCPD patrol car, but the driver didn’t chase after him after seeing two vans with massive weapons of mass destruction driving past him. Like the good, corrupt officer he was, he deleted the footage of what he had just seen from his police cameras attached to his person and car.

- Finally, Jason was driving through the abandoned warehouse district of Chinatown. Then, Jason activated his comms. “Red Hood to Red Robin, where the fuck are you?”

- “Red Robin to Red Hood, fuck you, too.”

- “Listen kid, there are some shitheads in white chasing after me. Have you heard from O?”

- “We tried hacking into their systems once they fixed it. No progress. Need me to fry their systems again?”

- “As much as possible. Where’s your nearest safehouse? One that could cover the biological-traces of someone.”

- “Including the post-mortem traces of someone?”

- “Fuck, Replacement, you got something like that? Should I be worried? How many bodies are you hiding??”

- “Hardy-har-har, Hood,” said Red Robin. “They upgraded their coding to avoid being hacked and frying their servers again. Can you hold out for 5 minutes?”

- “3 minutes, Double-R. They brought more of their buddies-- SHIT!!” Jason swerved the car to avoid hitting a pole, entering a warehouse and breaking through the old, wooden walls. “Make it 1 minute! They’re fucking multiplying!”

- “Oh shit! Hood! Look out!” the Doctor screamed, pointing to the biggest blaster Jason’s ever seen.

- Fucking hell. Jason turned to Dani, who was looking at the blaster with wide eyes and a panicked look on her face. “I... I can..” She was panicking, trying to think up of things to do to make the situation better, but Jason is NOT going to let her to anything. She did enough. It’s Jason’s job to take care of her and her brother/cousin right now. (And the Doctor, but that man is the least of his priorities. Sorry, Doc.)

- “I’m almost done, Hood!”

- A stray blast hit the already, severely dented hood of Jason’s car, knocking it off to show its engine. Shitshitshit... He unbuckled his seatbelt, to which Dani and the Doctor followed. ”Red! You done yet?!” he yelled into the comms.

- Red Robin didn’t answer.

- Instead, Jason watched as the vans exploded.

- Jason leaned towards Dani, covering her view before she could see the guts and limbs fly.

- “Shit... I didn’t mean to do that...” Red Robin said on the comms, voice trembling. “I didn’t...”

- Turning to Dani, her face was frozen. “They... they’re...”

- “Hey, hey, hey... it’s okay... it’s alright,” whispered Jason, taking her into his arms. He thought he managed to hide her from the deaths.

- She shook her head. “I... I could feel their souls leaving... I could feel... they’re scared... others are angry... They’re...”

- Well, shit.

- “Let’s get somewhere safe, yeah?” said Jason.

- Dani only nodded, most likely numb and dissociating. Great. Trauma. Okay. Fantastic. Fuck.

- “Red Robin, you still there?” asked Jason.

- “I... yeah. I’m here.”

- Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Okay, Jason. You need to be the voice of reason for a whole bunch of traumatized kids right now. Okay.

- “Double R? Where’s the safehouse and how far is it?” Jason asked.

- “It’s in Upper West Side, right along Schnapp Avenue. There’s an abandoned bookstore there. It’s right above there. The walls are covered with everything you need to cover you.”

- “Okay, we’ll meet up with you there.”

- “I... I’m going, too?”

- Jason wanted to sigh, run a hand down his face, or even punch one of the dead guys that were chasing after them. But he answered, “Yeah, kid. You have any chocolate in there?”

- “Agent A stocks up my safehouses himself.”

- “Good. I really do have everything I need there, then. I’m also bringing along some guests, ‘cause I’m not the only one these bastards are after.”

- Red Robin was quiet.

- “Kids, one who looks younger than the Demon Brat, and the other looks younger than you... and some Doctor that got involved in all this.”

- “Shit...” Red Robin whispered. “Did they...”

- “See? No.” Jason’s not going to tell him that Dani felt the deaths, tho. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes, Red.”

- It was quiet.

- “Red?”

- “Y-yeah... okay. I’ll... I’ll be there, Hood.” Click. Red Robin was no longer on the comms.

- Well... Shit.

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#dc x dp #dp x dc #jason todd #tim drake #dani fenton #danny fenton #danny phantom #I AM SO SORRY TIM I LOVE YOU I PROMISE #I have no idea what to name the Doctor #or how he looks like #But he sounds like a Teddy #Like his name would be Theodore and they end up calling him Doctor Teddy or something #What do you guys think??#DID YOU GUYS CATCH MY BULLSHIT ON PLASMA?!#Biology is one of my worst subjects fam #I only know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell and that's IT FOR BIOLOGY FOR ME HAHAHAHAHAHA #Brown Bridge is an actual thing in gotham #right after brown bridge there's the west upper side and chinatown #after chinatown there's old gotham... financial district and city hall district which are all part of the GCPD territory #Old Gotham is where the Clocktower that Barbara/Oracle is located in #In Upper West Side there is an actual Schnapp Avenue eyyyyyyy #The bookstore was made-up tho <3 #I'm sorry Tim for pushing your first kill here <3 I love you uwu <3 #Jason is going to make everything better with hot chocolate and a good meal for the kids (and the Doctor)#Jason won't let Tim get in trouble over this and he's not going to let Dani feel guilty for bringing him in this shit #IF he's not going to feel guilty for bringing in Doctor Teddy into this supernatural shit he's not going to let her feel guilty either #I should probably change the name of this thing cuz it's not about the soup kitchens anymore :((((

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whoeveniswren · 6 months

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my friend: hey, so how come Hannibal likes Clarice so much?

my other friend: i don't know probably because-

me:

*AHEM* You see, Hannibal respects Clarice because she is different from all of the money-hungry, insatiable male police officers who are after glory- Who get a rise out of saying they spoke to the great Hannibal Lecter while not being actually brave enough to converse with him authentically. They think of him as less than human, and only care about advancement. Because of this, Hannibal has come to know the FBI as a corrupt field full of corrupt officers, therefore he feels no need to give them any respect since they can't even look him in the eye. But then Clarice comes along. Instantly, she gives him respect, calling him "Doctor Lecter," being "courteous and receptive to courtesy". Hannibal is surprised she does not back down, especially since she is a woman in a very masculine career, something he already admires her for. He expects that, after he insults her, she will not come back, just like all the other cops. But she does come back, in the pouring rain, and suddenly his opinion of her soars. Nobody has ever exuded such passion for saving these victims like Clarice before. He offers her his towel, likely one of his only possessions, because he sees her goodness, her intelligence, her drive. He revels in her remarkable frankness and honesty, two things he values very highly. In the very last scene, in Memphis, is when he is truly moved by her person. In the Memphis scene, is when he truly becomes not only interested in her, but admires her deeply. Her emotional retelling of her childhood trauma about saving the lambs is what allows him to understand the goodness of her- She is truly a selfless, caring person in a world so cold and unforgiving. He changes him, and makes him believe in the goodness of humanity. THAT is what he respects about her the most, above her intelligence and respect: That she has a good heart. These lambs are the girls in a metaphorical sense, which is why he asks if saving Catherine will "make the lambs stop screaming." In the last scene, when he says goodbye to her, you can see tears welling up in his eyes. He cries because he sees her goodness, and knows therefore that she will never make it in the corrupt world of the FBI because of her refusal to stoop to unethical means in order to achieve power. This is proven true in the sequels, when Clarice’s career is tarnished because she rejects a sexual advancement made to her by her boss- Paul Krendler. Krendler makes sure after this she always gets the worst assignments and never advances because she refuses to sleep with him. He also believes Starling “robbed him” of the glory of catching Buffalo bill and is jealous that a woman, and a rookie at that, beat him to the punch. In that moment in Memphis, it’s as if Hannibal is able to see into the future, and predict her self-destruction at the hands of the FBI. He cries because he believes this is the last time he will ever see her again. He cries because he knows she is too good for the FBI, and for the patriarchal, corrupt system, yet he knows she will always blame herself for her imminent failure. (Clarice wanted to save Catherine Martin, but the FBI wanted to catch Buffalo Bill.) Her purity is a tragedy in a world so vile. For me, these two quotes from the screenwriter and director put all the underlying messages and dynamic rapport of TSOTL into an fascinating perspective:

“These are two extraordinarily gifted thinkers engaged in a tremendously important conversation. At last, a mind came into his field that was worthy of verbal and mental intercourse. I don’t know that sex has any place in any of this. I mean, yes he’s a man and yes she’s a woman; he’s very handsome and she’s very beautiful, but so what? These are minds at work here. There’s an eroticism in the thought process that transcends any kind of physical eroticism that might be between the two.” - Jonathan Demme (Director)

“The scenes between Lecter and Clarice are basically seduction scenes. They play, oddly enough, as if they were lovers. They only touch one time in the entire movie, in their last scene when he says goodbye to her- when as he hands her back her notes, he touches her finger. And it's almost a shock to the audience, when they touch. But these scenes, you would approach almost as if you were writing a sort of courtship between two lovers." - Ted Tally, Screenwriter.”

#thisiswhyihavenofriends #justkiddingidoandtheystillloveme #the silence of the lambs #clarice starling #jodie foster #anthony hopkins #film #tsotl #film analysis #jonathan demme #tedtally #horror film #autism

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Honourable

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony gets hurt and you tend to his injury.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, slight innocence kink, loss of virginity, proposal, angst, injury.

Word Count: 4.6k

Authors Note: Hey Nonny. Thank you and thanks for your ask. I went with Anthony for this one. I hope you enjoy this and there is enough angst - my muse decided this is the way it wanted to go lol. I am so sorry this is so late. Also as per usual, this is not a 500-word ficlet lol. This got away from me in a BIG way and ended up at over 4.5k eek!! Thank you to @iboopedyournose for all your help wrangling this one. You rock lovely <3

“Lord Bridgerton?” you call out, concerned, as you spy a worrying trail of what looks like blood droplets across the shiny wooden floors of Aubrey Hall.

“Here,” he responds, a little strained. You follow the sound of his voice and the trail which ends in his private bathroom. You probably shouldn't be in this room, but then he did respond to you. You find him at his vanity sink; bloody shirt pulled off one shoulder, an angry-looking gash on his left bicep.

“Oh my god, what happened?” you stutter, unable to take your eyes off the wound.

“It’s just a scratch, don’t worry, Miss y/l/n,” he downplays upon seeing your face, “I’ll be fine.”

“No, no,” your caretaking demeanour kicking in from years of tending to family members, “sit down right now, let me take a look.” You know he is probably physically strong, but you care for him a lot - probably more than you would like to admit to yourself, let alone him - and need to know he is okay.

“Honestly, I'm alright. Just a bandage, and I’ll be good as new,” he attempts to assure, hissing as he removes his shirt somewhat stiltedly.

Elsewhere you can now see he has minor scratches on his hands, neck, torso and the start of a bruise around his ribs. Nothing looks broken, but he looks beaten up, his movements hampered as if his body feels abused.

“Lord Bridgerton, sit down now or so help me….” you threaten, pulling yourself up to your full height and pointing emphatically at a nearby stool.

To your surprise, he obeys, and you draw closer, inspecting the damage. The cut looks quite deep and probably needs a doctor, but you already know he will dismiss that idea out of hand. There is a little dirt and what looks like splinters of wood in the wound.

You gently prod his arm above, checking for tenderness, and he hisses, putting on a brave face. A little more blood oozes, and you know you must get it cleaned up and bandaged as soon as possible.

“I need to get this cleaned up before it gets infected,” you explain, attempting for a calm bedside manner, despite the oily fear you feel in your stomach that he could be in worse shape than you entirely know how to handle.

“It’s not that bad,” he frowns.

“Lord Bridgerton, just let me help you,” you sigh, frustrated.

He purses his lips but finally relents with a short nod. So you cross the room finding supplies - a porcelain bowl that you fill with water, some tweezers and some muslin wash clothes. Finally, you swipe a whisky decanter on a trolley near the big copper bath - that will have to do.

“Is that for me?” he raises an eyebrow, “I wouldn't say no.”

“It's actually to clean the wound, but here,” you remove the stopper and place it in his good hand. “I’m sure it will help with the pain.”

He takes a large swig. “I can't believe you are going to use 25-year-aged single malt to clean a wound,” he grouses.

“Well, deal with it,” you respond sharply, feeling immediately remorseful for being short with him when he's obviously in pain. “What happened?” you ask again with a softer tone, wetting the muslin in the bowl and gently cleaning the blood and dirt from the wound. It seems to have stopped bleeding profusely, which you are grateful for.

He huffs a sigh and closes his eyes as if embarrassed. “I was in dispute with someone, and things got a little ugly. I lost my footing and ended up falling on a broken tree limb, and my left arm took the brunt.”

“A dispute with someone?” you parrot. “Is that a nice way of saying you were in a physical altercation? Because it sounds a lot like it to me,” your mouth a thin line of disapproval.

“I didn't like what they had to say about someone of great importance to me,” he shrugs with his good shoulder, seemingly unwilling to elaborate, taking another sizeable swig of whisky.

“Who?” you inquire, “and hold still.” You grab the tweezers, intent on removing the splinters of wood you can see. You kneel to his side and try not to look anywhere else but the wound. This is the first time you have seen him or any man you are not related to without a shirt. And, despite the gravity of the situation, it's doing some things to your insides you are unsure how to process or ignore.

“Not your concern,” he responds a little terse, flinching as you pull on a shard of wood.

“I said stop moving,” you grouse, grabbing his forearm with some force, forgetting momentarily who you are talking to. You look up suddenly contrite when you realise.

His eyes flash at you. “Yes, Ma’am,” he murmurs in a deep voice that makes the flutter inside your stomach turn into outright war, a somersaulting breathless feeling. You break the intense eye contact and take a deep breath before resuming the task.

He is now silent and still, the only noise your joint breathing. Slowly you remove all the splinters you can see, being careful not to miss any smaller ones. There is a silence in the room that feels both comforting and rippling with potential.

“I think that is the best I can do,” you say quietly, reaching for the whisky and pouring a little onto a clean piece of muslin. “This may sting a little,” you warn.

He hisses as you press the alcohol-soaked fabric against the wound. You do the best you can to sanitise the area. Now it's time to wrap the wound.

“How fond are you of that shirt, my Lord?” you question, eyeing the shirt he removed, crumpled on the floor.

“Why?”

“Because I need something to bandage the wound, and cotton is the best thing,” you clarify, reaching for it, “I can tear this and use the clean right arm to make a bandage.”

“Go ahead,” his voice tinged with bemusement. Then his face morphs into admiration and something darker as you expertly rip the shirt sleeve asunder. “Something tells me you are not the usual lady of good society,” he rumbles.

“I may be a Baron’s daughter, but I grew up mostly on our farm just like my brothers,” you offer by way of explanation.

You begin with looping the fabric around his arm, trying not to let your fingers linger on the toned muscle there. Instead, you try to concentrate on providing enough tautness to bind the wound. Eventually, you tuck the loose end back into the top side.

“There, all done. Ideally, we need a pin to hold this in place, but that should do for now. But beware, it’ll probably scar,” you conclude.

“I care not,” he responds quickly, “the person was more than worthy of my defence.”

“If you’re not going to tell me, I'm sure the person you defended would love to know.” Perhaps it’s a little out of place for you to say so, but you have just assisted him with his wound and think he will likely offer you the latitude of a frank opinion.

“It was you,” he utters on an exhale.

“Me? Why would you need to defend me?” Mostly your response is puzzlement.

“The man was…” he pauses, “casting aspersions on your honour. I could not stand for it,” he speaks fiercely.

You know your mouth has fallen open. He has been injured for you–defending you. You had no idea he felt that deeply for you. Your feelings for him are something you have tried to deny for a long time. It seemed like a pointless endeavour to want him when the attraction always seemed so frivolous between you. Yet here you stand. Tending to the wounds, he got, for you. The chivalry of the act makes you feel grateful and vulnerable and hopeful he returns your affections. It's an exotic cocktail.

“Y.. you defended me in a fight?” your voice is a whisper now. “You got injured because of me?” It’s the only thing you can think to say, even though your thoughts run much deeper.

“As I said,” he intones purposefully, “someone of great importance to me was being disrespected, and I would not stand for it.”

You meet his eye, and everything feels different to your previous somewhat flirtatious encounters. Your skin hums with something akin to when a storm rolls in. Your lips and fingers tingle, your breath feels shallow, and your mouth is dry. The flips in your stomach morph into something more sinful, a tingle that buzzes right between your legs as your gaze drops to his lips.

There's a growl, and your stockinged legs jostle against the wood as he suddenly pulls you bodily against him with his good arm and his lips descend onto yours. You may have secretly kissed a few boys almost innocently, but it was nothing like this. He deepens the kiss, and his tongue snakes into your mouth; you can't help but make little noises. The sensation is so overwhelming. Your hands wind around his neck, one venturing up into his hair, so thick and luscious. The tingle between your legs is no longer just that; something is happening you have never felt before, a slight ache that seems to grow with every second.

Suddenly he pulls away.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry; please forgive me,” he breathes heavily, “I didn’t mean to take advantage…. I’m so sorry,” he repeats. “I just…” he looks lost for words and so wild, his eyes ablaze, his lips wet from your kisses.

“Anthony,” your voice thready, “please, please don’t stop,” you plead.

He presses his forehead against yours, breathing the same air. “You don't know what you're asking for,” he warns, his voice dark.

“I know if my honour is to be ruined, I want you to be the one to do it,” you whisper urgently.

He groans at that. “Don't say these things to me. I will not take advantage. I am a gentleman.”

“And I'm a lady,” you murmur, “and I want you to ruin me,” you assert, knowing you want him to, more than anything.

His lips are back on yours insistently with a growl, cupping your face, drawing you further into him. You kiss back fervently, desperate to communicate just how much you want him.

“I suppose,” he begins, as he breaks the kiss, “you are only ruined if I don't do the honourable thing,” his voice silky and full of a promise that makes your skin shiver.

“Stop…?” you venture, hoping that is the last thing on his mind.

“Ask for your hand,” his tone almost casual, but there is a fire in his eyes.

It steals your breath, “Is that a proposal?” you stutter. Really the last place you expected to be proposed to was on a bathroom floor, but somehow you don't care as it's him, and he is looking at you like that.

“Is that a yes?” his expression is sincere but playful.

He stands suddenly, and with his good arm, he pulls you to your feet. “Come with me,” his whisper is seductive, slipping his hand into yours and backing from the bathroom into his adjoining bedroom.

“I'm not going to bed with you, Anthony Bridgerton,” you insist, “until you propose properly. Informing my family.”

He smirks, and his face lights up as if he has an idea he likes. “Wait there,” he says and walks to his bedside, ringing a bell. Within a few moments, there is a knock on the bedroom door. “Come in,” he calls, looking over at you.

His valet enters the room. “How can I help you, sir?”

“Kindly inform Baron and Baroness y/l/n of my intentions to propose marriage to their daughter,” he says, his gaze burning into yours. “I have been injured, as you can see, so I cannot be there at dinner tonight. But please inform them I had planned to propose at the dinner table. And I’m certain her answer will be….” he stops and looks at you expectantly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest. “Yes,” you whisper.

His smile lights up. “Also, inform everyone I need to rest tonight,” his face turns sinful, his stare still holding yours, “under no circumstances should I be disturbed.”

“Certainly, sir,” he says. “Will that be all?”

“Bring up two plates of the dinner and a bottle of our finest champagne. Just leave it by the door.” Anthony finally looks away from you to nod at his valet. “Thank you, Jenkins.”

Jenkins closes the door behind him. All you can do is stare.

“Is that acceptable to you, y/n? I assume I can call you that now,” he is stalking slowly towards you, his voice like velvet, “seeing as we are soon to be wed.”

“Very acceptable,” you breathe as he pulls up right in front of you, still shirtless; you can smell his skin. You look into his eyes and hold his gaze as you add, “Anthony.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and suddenly you are back in his arms. His kisses are insistent like before. He walks you slowly towards the bed, always his lips on yours.

“Or would you prefer I call you Viscountess already?” he asks, breaking away from your lips to kiss down the column of your neck.

“Anything,” you answer, a little breathless, as you feel the mattress press against the back of your legs.

“How about my love? Or my darling?” he offers, kissing across the top of your shoulder and gently pulling the neckline of your dress aside.

“Yes, all good”, you respond, eager for everything that could follow.

“Hmm, let me think a little more about what I want to call you most, my wife-to-be”, he hums as you feel his warm hands around your upper back, unbuttoning your dress.

“What should I call you?” you ask needily, “should I call you Anthony? My love? My darling?”

“All of them,” he shutters, and you feel a tug, then your dress falls to the floor in a heavy thump. You feel the warmth from his fireplace through your thin cotton chemise as his lips drag against your collarbone.

“Anthony, I….” you begin, suddenly nervous.

“Don't be nervous, my love,” he intuits, his voice soft and seductive against your skin. “I promise this will be pleasant for you.” his hands slide down over your back. “Take this off,” he murmurs, tugging on the chemise.

You do as asked, and he steps back to look at you. Instinctively your hands go to cover your underwear.

He grabs your hands and pulls them away to the sides. “Don't ever hide yourself from me, my love,” he urges, “you have nothing to hide; you look beautiful.”

He spins you around as if on the dancefloor but crowds against your back, kissing your shoulder. You feel his chest hair tickling your shoulder blades as his hands slide down your sides; everywhere he touches feels afire until he reaches your underwear, pulling on the string as they relent and fall to the floor. You are left in just your stockings and stays now.

The warm air swirls around your most intimate place, and your breathing becomes uneven as his hand moves from your hip, spidering across your belly, then questing lower.

Nothing in your twenty-one years on this earth has prepared you for the moment a man - this man, in particular - touches you between your legs. If this is what it's like, no wonder mothers keep their daughters in the dark about what happens between husband and wife. You would scarcely think of anything else. A loud moan escapes your lips.

“Oh darling, I want to hear you make that sound every day,” he utters into your ear. His fingers slowly press into your folds. “You are so wet for me, my love,” he adds with a tremor in his voice.

“What does that mean?” you ask, breathless and slightly out of your depth as he slowly moves his hand back and forth.

“You… you don't know?” he questions raggedly.

“No, I just know I have… duties I must perform for you in the bedroom,” you whisper, feeling almost drunk from what he is doing to you, moving rhythmically against his hand, almost swaying.

“No, no,” he says fiercely, “it is never a duty, my love. Does this,” his finger circles around a very sensitive part of your body, and you cry out at the heady sensation, “feel like a duty to you?” he asks, his tone a little smug.

“No, my lord,” you reply, and he groans into your ear, his finger moving faster.

“Oh god, yes, always call me that in bed”, he urges, his voice gravelly.

You grab onto his forearms to give yourself an anchor and keep pushing yourself against his hand.

“Does it feel good?” he asks silkily, his breath hot on your cheek.

“Yes, my lord,” your legs feel heavy, your breath coming out in pants, his fingers moving so fast against you as you feel yourself climbing an invisible ladder, your skin flushed, your brain switching off.

“Please don't stop,” you stutter as his lips suck on your neck, digging in his teeth a little as you feel ready to explode, a hot, heavy feeling all over. You can only sag against him, your legs spasming too much to stand.

“Yes, yes”, he growls against your neck, “let it go, my love”.

You feel something in you snap, and waves of pleasure pulse through your veins as you call out his name. You feel yourself flood against his hand.

“That's it, perfect,” he moans, pushing his body against you; you feel something warm and insistent against your lower back. He slows his hand and just holds you there as your breath slows, and you shudder gently. “How was that, my darling?” he busses against your cheek.

Words almost fail you. “That was…. wonderful,” you answer, enchanted.

“Good,” he says, “now it's my turn,” he adds a little darkly, one hand crawling up to your stays and plucking on the lace there.

After a few pulls, the material relents and falls away from your body. He spins you around, peels it off your body, and throws it away—his gaze heavy on you.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers reverentially, moving to give you a deep kiss, his hands cupping your face gently. “Sit down on the bed”, he requests against your lips.

You do as asked, and he drops to his knees in front of you, taking a leg into his hands and sliding off your stocking slowly. One hand traces down your thigh as the other pulls off the material around your foot, and he does the same to your other leg. Now, you are entirely naked.

“Lay back”, he urges, and you shuffle nervously until your head is on a pillow. Looking over at him, he's back to standing next to the bed.

With a sinful smile, he starts to unbutton his trousers. You can't look away, and your hand falls to your breast on instinct, rubbing your finger gently against your nipple as he makes a show for you.

“Are you touching yourself as you watch me undress?” his tone hungry.

“Yes, my lord, is that alright?” you reply, suddenly nervous you may have somehow done the wrong thing.

“It's more than alright,” he stutters and stops his movements, opting to climb onto the bed with one side of his trousers still fastened.

He crawls over you, and your breath speeds up as you feel the warmth radiating off his skin against yours. Then his lips close around your nipple, and the surge of pleasure again makes you cry out his name. You watch as his arm, with the bandage you made, moves down to open his trousers. For some reason, worried about his wounds, you reach down and help him.

He looks up at your face in surprise, then slowly moves his hand away as you give him a little smile and take over.

“Is this alright?” you query again, knowing the answer this time.

“You know it is,” he smirks back at you, watching your face as your gaze falls to where your hand is releasing the last button. Your mouth falls open as you see now the source of insistence you felt against your back.

“What…?” it looks fascinating, tempting and a little intimidating.

“Do you know what this is?” he teases, moving his hand down to grasp himself.

“No…”

“I love how innocent you are,” he groans and squeezes himself. “Here this is my cock,” he grabs the hand you were undoing his trousers with and shows you. The skin is warm and silky, and as he wraps your hand around it, underneath, it's hard and steely. His hand encircles yours, and he moves up and down slowly; you feel every ridge and vein there. “Yes, like that,” he encourages, moving his hand away.

He moans as you continue the movements he demonstrated. You watch as a bead of moisture appears at the top, and without thinking, you swipe your thumb through it. It's tacky and warm; he groans even harder.

“Call me my lord again,” his voice is thready, watching what you are doing to him.

“My lord”, you whisper, your other hand splaying across his chest, burying into the hair.

He looks up at your face, and his expression is wild.

“You are so wonderful at this,” he murmurs, “but I'm going to need you to stop now if you want to take this further.” He brings his hand over yours and slows your movements until he pulls your hand away and kisses it.

“What further?” you query, eager to learn everything he has to teach you.

He slots a knee between yours.

“Open your legs,” he says duskily, “a little more,” he advises, as you push your knees apart.

He shuffles off his trousers, then settles between your legs, lowering himself over you. He is kissing you again, his tongue invading your mouth, teasing yours. As he does so, his hands ghost over your breasts, and you surge against him, chasing sensation.

“Are you ready to become a woman?” he queries, with a dangerous smile, his mouth open over yours.

“Yes, my lord,” you reply throatily, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth.

“This may hurt a little, my love, but then afterwards, it will feel wonderful, just like when I touched you before,” he counsels as he rubs his cock over the place he touched you, causing your breath to catch and your hips to roll up slightly. “Ready?”

You nod and then feel an insistent press against your body. It feels hot and blunt and too large.

“Relax, my love,” he says, through gritted teeth, “let me in.”

You exhale slowly and feel your body relax, and he sinks further into you. You feel full and like something is pulled tight inside, ready to snap.

“Here, hold my hand,” he offers, and you lace fingers just as he surges forward. You feel a quick sharp pain inside, then just heat and invasion. He stops moving as his body meets yours between your legs.

He holds still as you get used to the sensation. It's so overwhelming, and unlike anything else you have ever experienced.

He brings the hand you are holding to his lips. “Are you ok, my love?” he asks, his voice laced with affectionate concern.

“Yes, my lord, it doesn't hurt anymore,” you affirm.

“That's wonderful,” he exhales, relieved, “I'm going to start moving now, and it should start to feel good soon,” he promises.

You nod, and he pulls back slightly, then surges forward into you. Your breath is a staccato as you catalogue all the sensations in your body: the heat, the pressure, the fullness.

“Wow, my lord, this feels so strange but nice,” your honest assessment makes him huff a gently laugh and kiss your nose, staring into your eyes as he moves slowly in and out of your body.

You glance down between your legs and watch, fascinated as he plunges into your body and pulls out. The sight causes you to tingle slightly between your legs, and you don't want to look away.

“Do you like what you see?” he purrs gently against your cheek, watching you closely.

“Yes,” you gasp.

“Good” he groans, moving an arm to hook under your knee, opening you further.

The change of angle causes a flood of something pleasurable to surge through you as he pushes in and you gasp loudly.

“There it is,” he gloats triumphant, “you feel that, don't you?”

“Yessss,” you hiss and close your eyes, grasping at him, wanting him to go harder, deeper. There is a spot you want him to hit over and over and over.

He speeds up his thrusts and pushes more forcefully as you start to gasp and moan and writhe under him, chasing after an intangible something you feel just beyond your grasp.

“Please don't stop,” you stutter, your hands now clasping his bum and encouraging his plunging movements.

“Look at you, showing me what you need. You are so perfect.”

“Please give me more, my lord,” you implore, chasing a kiss from his lips.

He growls and takes you harder, stronger. The bed makes noises under the assault of his movements.

You are climbing again like before when he touched you, your every breath now a moan. His brow glistening, dropping moisture into your hair. Then suddenly, the feeling snaps tightly, all of your muscles contract, and you scream as waves of pleasure hit you. Closing your eyes, pushing up against him, open-mouthed and panting, the pleasure concentrated most where he keeps hitting deep inside.

You hear him call your name and curse, but it's far away. Then you feel a strange warm bloom inside you as he shudders and collapses on top of you, heavy and breathless.

Your mind is blissfully blank; your body feels floating and tingly. It's such a mind-altering experience you scarcely feel able to do anything but lie back with a smile on your face.

“How do you feel now, my love?” he asks, his voice deep and rough, as he languidly kisses your neck.

“Oh god, Anthony, that was…. that was….” you don't even have the vocabulary to articulate it.

“Wonderful?” he provides, with a warm chuckle, as you feel him gently withdraw from your body.

“Yes,” you laugh lightly in response, “and so much more.”

“Well now, future Viscountess,” he teases, dropping kisses across your collarbone, “what do you say to a little dinner? Perhaps some champagne?”

“That sounds wonderful,” you breathe, pushing your hands through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp, loving the way he groans when you do so.

“How is your arm?” you ask, just remembering his injury and glancing at your makeshift bandage.

“Thanks to you, it is very well,” he assures against your skin.

“You should probably not put more weight on it,” you frown sagely.

“Thank you, my wonderfully attentive nurse,” he teases, surging up gently and capturing your lips.

“Perhaps if we do this again after dinner,” you say coyly, “I can find a way to be on top of you so that you can rest this arm? Is something like that even possible?” you hedge, starting up into his eyes.

“Oh god, yes it is,” his voice gruff, “I will show you exactly what to do.”

“I look forward to it, my lord,” you smile, knowing this is the start of a fantastic adventure.

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deepflowerruins · 4 months

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when zoro is heavily injured

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WARNING - heavy spoilers ahead, bloodshed, crying, starving.

characters - straw hats, brook, rolling pirates (lola and her crew), bartholomew kuma, gecko moria.

short summary - scenario of the post thriller bark arc, reader is a part of the straw hats. brook still hasn't joined.

their fight was already over, the straw hats together with brook defeated gecko moria. but they didn't realise there were more of problems in front of them.

A big man dressed in white and black clothes holding a bible in his hands appeared before them. he looked absolutely terrifying.

"guys, don't freak out, but I forgot to tell you that, he is bartholomew kuma, he is yet another warlord and has come to annihilate us on orders of the government." nami said. everyone was already tired, the fight with gecko moria went on for 4 days. they had not eaten till then. facing yet another warlord was difficult for them. luffy had already passed out from the exhaustion by using gear 3.

"just leave it to me" arrived a voice from behind y/n. she recognised the voice, it was zoro's. he was ready to fight although he was himself not capable of it. "zoro, you're already-" y/n was cut off by zoro "I have to do it for luffy" he said.

"don't you dare zoro!" she screamed back. they were distracted by their talks, while kuma was prepared for his attack. he compressed a lot of air. if he let's it out, it could probably cause the whole thriller bark to fall over.

kuma let out his attack. wiping everything and everyone out. the intensity of his attack caused everyone to black out.

after a while, y/n got up, she ran around very places to find zoro. she finally found him. rocks shattered, blood spilt all over him. he was barely managing to stand up.

"z-zoro?" tears fell down her eyes. they traced down her cheeks and reached her cleavage as she holds zoro.

"h-how did this happen?" she asked while sobbing. but the brave swordsman replied "nothing happened"

"chopper!" y/n called out for the ship's doctor. everyone ran and came to the origin of the voice. zoro fainted in her arms as he couldn't hold himself anymore. chopper quickly gave him the first aid and ordered some rest.

everyone sat in the mansion. ready to enjoy their win, but y/n couldn't celebrate it anymore. she sat silently in the room next to where zoro was lying. without eating or drinking anything. how could she eat when her lover wouldn't?

she patted his head "get well soon, zoro" she said as once again tears rolled down her cheeks.

it had soon been the whole day, but zoro wasn't awake yet. robin came inside the room "y/n, you don't wanna eat?" she asked. "no, I am just fine, I am not hungry."

"do you realise that it's been 4 days since we did not eat anything? It will be almost 5 in a few minutes" robin spoke "it is because of zoro?"

"yeah, how can I eat when he didn't?" y/n replied. she was ready to give away her life for zoro and so would zoro do.

"just make sure you don't spoil your health, or else zoro won't be happy once he wakes up!" robin giggled and left the room.

it was almost 3am in the morning, when zoro opened his eyes "hey? zoro, you awake?" y/n asked happily. he sat up on his bed and gave a tight hug to her "yeah, now I am" "how are you feeling now? do you want me to call chopper so he can check up on you?" "no it's fine, I am okay now that I am with you!"

their fondness and happiness was unmatched. soon zoro noticed that y/n looked pale. "why are you looking so pale?" "ah, it's nothing, just some tiredness" "sure?" he asked for confirmation "yes love, sure"

the next morning, they were awake earlier than others. y/n went ahead to the backyard to sit with zoro who was training. soon sanji along with others, came running to check up on zoro

"my lady, any treat you would like? I will make it right away" sanji asked. "oh, whenever and whatever zoro's eating" she replied. "oh, yeah, I have been hungry, it's been days since I last ate" zoro said.

sanji went ahead to the ship's kitchen since the mansion's was already destroyed due to the fight. he quickly made some delicacies and presented it to them. "thank you for the food" y/n thanked.

as soon as they were finished, they all boarded the ship along with a new member. zoro went to the deck. "hey, usopp! why did y/n looked so pale earlier?" he asked his fellow crewmate.

"ah, we did many things to make her eat but she just wouldn't eat without you! she went hungry for 5 days insisting that how could she eat without you?" he replied. zoro was really upset.

although he knew her well, but he didn't expect her to go hungry since she is fond of eating. it really made him worried about her extent.

he dashed to the crow's nest where she sat, "y/n?! why did you not eat these past 5 days?" y/n was speechless. contemplating how he got to know. he quickly hugged her and said "do you know how upset I was after I heard that?" he said silently. holding her figure in his arms. "just how could I eat without you?"

"me not eating doesn't mean you shouldn't love, it's not about showing your extent to me or others to prove how much you love me, i understand you did it out of love, but you should take care of yourself because I'd be really upset if you don't. you know it well"

"and i still haven't forgiven you for that fight!" she giggled and gave him the tightest hug ever.

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Dangerous Places: 10

He slowly builds your trust over the next few weeks. It really is the little things, him noticing when you need something, like an ingredient or snack that you like. He’s already proven that he watches your numbers and has brought you several more records to play so it’s not so quiet in the house. The first time he gently touches your waist and you don’t flinch he hums softly,

“You’re getting more comfortable with me. ” He purrs into your hair and it makes your heart pound in the best way, “Good girl.”

“Thank you.” You don’t know how to handle the praise so this seems to be the best response.

“What are you making?”

“Peppermint truffles.”

“You sure love your sweets don’t you Bunny?”

“Yea, I like the challenge that they provide too.” You tell him as you work, Steve stays standing behind you. Previously this would have been far too close for your comfort but now you find you don’t really mind.

“I’m thinking this’ll be over in a month.” He says and you glance behind you at him.

“Really?” You don’t want to get too hopeful because it’ll hurt so much worse if you can’t disappear then.

“Yea, and I found someone who can take care of your brand. A friend of Bruce’s has some experience with burns, he’s going to come take a look later.”

“Will you be here?”

“No.”

“I’d like someone else here.”

“I’ll get someone,” he promises, “so good Bunny.” Steve says and it takes every ounce of self control you have to not preen.

The doctor that Steve had promised comes later that night. Carol is with you, of all the women that Steve could’ve asked you’re glad he picked her.

He walks you through the procedure, and while it sounds painful and scary you don’t care. You want the brand off.

“When can you do it?” You ask and he looks thoughtful,

“Right now.”

“Let’s do it.” You tell him and Carol looks surprised,

“You want to do this now?” She asks and you nod. There’s nothing you would like more than having the brand removed. “I’m going to call Steve while he gets set up.” She says and you shrug, she can do whatever she needs to.

When he’s ready you sit in a chair and he starts his work. The pain is indescribable, you can’t believe you’d gone through this once before.

“If you need to pass out just do it.” The Doctor says and you nod. Carol is watching and looks horrified, you can’t look. If you look you’re going to throw up, then pass out. You’ve got your eyes closed and you’re taking slow, deep breaths but the pain is too much and like the Doctor said, you pass out.

When you come to arms are around you and your arm feels like it’s on fire.

“How long?” Steve’s voice is right behind you, he must be the one holding you. He wouldn’t let anyone else.

“Maybe an hour?” Carol says and you blink your eyes open. “She’s awake.”

“Hey Bunny. How you feeling?”

“My arm is on fire.” You tell him going to touch it but he catches your hand with his before you can.

“You’re not supposed to touch it Bunny.” He says gently, “We have to put a cream on it and redress it tomorrow but leave it for now.”

“Hurts.” You whimper and he shushes you gently as Carol leaves the little house.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He soothes, for a powerful man he’s so gentle with you. It’s like he knows what you need, that quiet strength. “I’m proud of you though Bunny, you did a real brave thing.”

“I couldn’t look at it anymore.” You whisper and he hums, you’re pretty sure that he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry it took so long. We can do something special when it heals.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll take you out, on a proper date.” He says softly, “if that’s okay with you.” You stare at where his hands are resting on your legs holding you gently to him,

“Yea I think that’d be okay.”

“Good. I have some work to do, you can come with me if you want.”

“What kind of work?”

“Paperwork. For my business.”

“What kind of mob does paperwork?” You ask and he chuckles softly,

“No Bunny, my legit business. Being in the mob doesn’t make that much money. I’m the CEO of my family’s insurance company.”

“Oh.” You’re surprised by this, all Crossbones had done was mob business. “What about Bucky?”

“What about him?” Steve seems

“Does he have another job?”

“He’s my head of security.” That makes sense, “you wanna come with?”

“What would I be doing?”

“Just keeping me company.” He offers and you close your eyes for a second, you’re content sitting here with him but he’s allowing you to leave the house. Even if it is with him.

“Do I need to look nice?”

“You do look nice.” He says and you look down at yourself. You’re in a black hoodie and a pair of black athletic pants.

“I think you and I have different ideas of nice.” You tell him and he laughs softly, “I’ll come with but I want to put on some jeans at least.”

“I can wait Bunny.” He helps ease you up off the couch and you go back to your bedroom and change into a black tee and a pair of jeans before putting on the brand new black tennis shoes Natasha brought you the first week.

When you go back out into the main part of the house Steve is standing by the front door. When he looks up at you his eyes travel the length of your body and it makes butterflies dance in your stomach.

“You ready?”

“To leave? Hell yes.” You tell him and he laughs softly.

“Okay, if anything goes down you listen.”

“I will.” At this point you’d probably agree to just about anything, he’s letting you leave your cage. Steve offers you his hand and when you take it he looks pleased, then leads you out of the front door and back into the warehouse. You’re fairly certain it’s night out but really you can’t be positive, it’s hard for time to exist when you don’t see the sun.

When you get outside you see you were right, the sky is dark and the air is crisp and you stop walking, you have no idea how long you’ve been in there but the fresh air smells so good. You close your eyes and breathe it in and Steve doesn’t try to get you to move.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, when you look over at him he looks ashamed of himself, “I should’ve let you come outside. I’ve been abusing you.” You’re not going to argue with him, it’s been absolute shit being stuck inside for so long. “I’ll do better.” You won’t get your hopes up, then again he usually makes good on his promises. The only one he hasn’t kept yet is letting you go.

“Can we ride with the windows down?”

“No, it’s not safe.” He says and you sigh softly but understand. You start walking and he joins you, as if he wanted to wait to make sure that you were ready to go before he brought you to the car.

“What is your family company name?”

“Shield Insurance.” He says pulling open the door in the back of the car.

“Is that home or car? What kind of insurance?”

“Mostly business.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s not like my dream job but it’s fine.” He says sliding into the back with you. It’s then you realize Bucky is in the driver’s seat.

“What would your dream job be?” You ask as the car starts moving and Steve looks thoughtful.

“Artist.” Bucky’s voice chimes in from the driver’s seat, “he’d be an artist.” You’re surprised by this answer but Steve doesn’t argue, he gives a little shrug.

“Yea probably.”

“What kind of art?”

“I like to draw, I’ve started to get into painting lately which has been fun.” This is an interesting, and soft, side to the mob boss. “I like to do people the most.”

“From memory or do you have people sit for you?”

“Are you offering?” He flirts and you grimace causing him to laugh. You like being the cause for that sound more than you should. He’s a mob boss after all, you can’t get too attached, you swore you’d never get burnt again.

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certainlynotasimp · 11 months

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I bring forth many more incorrect Sunny and Migs quotes!

Miguel: Is something burning?

Sunny, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Miguel: Sunny, the toaster is literally on fire.

Miguel: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Sunny: It was autocorrect.

Miguel: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Sunny: Yes.

Miguel: I owe you one.

Sunny: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

Sunny: That was so hot, Miguel.

Miguel: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Sunny: I'm so in love with you.

Sunny: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Miguel, joking: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

[When Miggy and Sunny finally get engaged, to the rest of the spider crew]

Miguel: We’re getting married, bitches!

Sunny: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Miguel: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Sunny: Wow. They sound stupid.

Miguel: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Sunny: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Miguel: I guess you’re right. Hey Sunny, I love you.

Sunny: See! Just say that!

Miguel: Holy fucking shit.

Sunny: If that flies over their head then, sorry Miguel, but they're too dumb for you.

Miguel: Sunny...

Sunny: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Miguel: This is a lie.

Miguel: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

Miguel: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Miguel: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Sunny: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Miguel, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

Miguel: I like your new pants!

Sunny: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Miguel: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Sunny: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Miguel: That’s… not what I meant.

Sunny: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Miguel.

Miguel walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Sunny, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Sunny, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Sunny: Miguel and I are no longer dating.

Miguel: Sunny, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Sunny: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Miguel: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me. Because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Miguel: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Sunny: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Miguel: That one. I want that one.

Sunny: Are we fighting or flirting?

Miguel: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-!

Sunny: Your point?

Miguel: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—!

Sunny: Hi.

Miguel: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

Miguel: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Sunny: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

I’m not even gonna add on to this glorious post other than I’m proud🥹

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fangirlfrom-hell · 6 months

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Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead sister

Request: Hey! Could u do some sort of imagine of when halstead sister (becca or not:) sees pat halstead die. Obviously they’re relationship was a lil Distnat but he had a soft spot for her..blah blah blah. Basically just like Jay having to literally force her out of the room while she’s sobbing and screaming etc. lots of fluff and whatever!

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

There was a siren, and soon the sound of two car engines parking in the garden indicated that her brothers had arrived.

-"He's in the living room, he can't stand up!" Becca whined going outside of the house, approaching to Jay and Will.

-"Ok, what happened?" She was so stressed she didn't even know who asked. She was now following her brothers inside of the house. Everything was happening so fast.

-"He--uh--he had a pain in the chest and fall down the stairs".

-"I told you not to call anyone!" Pat's angry accusation was heard from inside the house.

-"I know dad, but--He didn't want me to call 911, but he looked so bad that at the end I did anyway. But he yelled to the paramedics, made them go".

-"I'm fine!" Their father insisted with annoyance when his two sons and daughter got to the living room, where he was laying on the couch. Immediatly, Will ran towards the man to check on him. It was obvious that he was having trouble breathing and he was sweating a lot.

-"No, you're not!" Becca raised her voice: "They said he should be taken to the hospital as soon as possib--".

But her father raged before she could finish: "That's enough! Shut up now, Becca".

In a sudden movement, Jay positioned himself protectively in front of Becca and pointed at Pat with his finger, his voice stern: "Hey, you shut up! She's your daughter and she's just trying to help you".

-"Jay!" Will scolded him, it was not the moment.

Scared and crying, she lowered her voice: "He--he refused to be attended and made them go away".

-"Yes! I refused to go and you shouldn't have call your brothers!" He coughed and his doctor son made a sign to calm him down.

-"I didn't know what to do!" Becca cried out to her siblings, mostly explaining herself to Jay.

-"You did good in calling us, Becc". Will reassured her. -"And you are comming to The Med with me". He turned to threaten his father.

Will and Jay carried Pat to one of the poorly parked cars outside the house. "I'll take him. I can turn on the siren and get there faster", Jay ordered. Both brothers placed their father inside the truck, all the while he cursed his kids for what they were doing.

-"Hey! Take care of her". The detective nodded towards his sister, who was freezed in the framedoor of the house entrance.

-"Becca, come on! We gotta go!" Will called her at the same time that the siren sounded, and the truck sped away.

The road to The Med was silent. Will was frowning in concern while driving, thinking on what to say to make Becca feel better. There were tears welling up in her eyes, though she never let them truly escape; she wiped them away with the sleeve of her sweater, trying to keep her brother from noticing. He understood how she was feeling. Dealing with Pat was hard and emotionally draining, especially for Becca, who was just a teenager and had to face his insults and neglect all on her own. No words were necessary; he simply reached over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze before refocusing on the road.

By the time they arrived to The Med, Pat had already been admitted and Jay was standing up in the waiting room. Will wasted no time and immediately entered the ED to inquire about his father's condition. Jay and Becca just stared at each other and he gave her a sad smirk before hugging her. "You were so brave back there", he said.

-"Will hasn't sent you any text yet? It's taking too long" Becca faltered after an hour.

-"He'll be out as soon as he has news". He wished to reassure her that everything would be fine, but his certainty wavered.

Those were the only words they exchanged while waiting. A few minutes later, the head nurse arrived and ushered Jay to his older brother's side. Maggie, with a warm smile, ensured that Becca wasn't left alone and sat down beside her.

-"All I can tell you is that he's in stable condition. Delicated, but alive". Maggie grumbled noticing the teen's anxiety growing.

-"Good". She answered curtly. -"Or whatever". She tried to appear indifferent, but she couldn't completely hide her concern. Pat had been neglectful and offensive to her throughout all those years of upbringing, but he was still her father, the only parent she had left.

Maggie was about to say something when a beep on her phone interrupted her. She clicked her teeth as she read the text. "Come on, I'll take you to your brothers, sweetie".

The Halstead brothers were inside a tiny, empty room, both pale with expressions that were hard to read, but it was obviously nothing good. Jay frowned and pressed his lips together as soon as he saw his little sister coming in; there was this pinkness under his eyes noticeable whenever his eyes were watery. Will sighed and invited her to sit, but she refused.

--"Alright, I'll get straight to the point," the redhead exhaled. - "Dad had a heart attack..."

-"That's what I suspected," the girl interrupted, emotionless.

-"Becc...his heart stopped; he was gone, but Dr. Archer brought him back. This is worse than the last time. Much worse."

-"Oh. Ok, but he is alive". That came out sounding as a question.

-"He's stable for now, yes." He gazed deep into her eyes, and it felt as though he had pierced her soul.

-"What does that mean, Will? Is he going to be okay?" She shuddered.

Silence.

-"Will..."

-"It's uncertain, Becca." Jay joined the conversation to help. "Doctors are still working on him, conducting tests. We still don't know how serious this is. Anything could happen..."

She finally sat down, sniffing.

-"I know this is hard, but there's nothing we can do, but wait and pray". The doctor concluded.

Neither of the siblings moved from their spots; it was as if they had become frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped. Will's phone disrupted the solemn atmosphere: "He's awake".

Jay walked alongside Becca, following Will to the section of the ED where their father had been admitted. Pat lay on the hospital bed with oxygen to assist his breathing, surrounded by numerous cables and machines. He raised his hand when he spotted his sons and daughter entering, but Will hurried to signal him not to make any effort. Becca stopped abruptly, and Jay had to give her a gentle nudge to encourage her to enter. He squeezed her shoulder to let her know he was right there with her.

She felt confused, her emotions all jumbled together. Was she feeling this way because, not so deep down, she was worried and scared for her father? Or was she afraid of how he would react after being brought to the hospital on her account?

-"You wouldn't believe me, but I'm glad you three are here," Pat interrupted Becca's thoughts.

-"You shouldn't be talking--" Will rushed to his side.

-"I don't think it matters at this point, son," their father struggled to reply. Will shivered upon hearing how he was addressed.

-"I know I--I've been an idiot," he groaned in an attempt to sit up but failed.

-"Dad, don't--"

-"Will, please... just let me--" He sighed. "I've been an idiot. And I need to apologize to you before--."

At that moment, Becca started to cry uncontrollably, and Pat noticed her precense as if no one else was in the room: "...specially you". He conffessed looking at her right straight to the eyes. She had never heard such sweet tone on his voice before. After a few seconds of contemplating her, he smiled with teary eyes.

-"Come here, Becca."

The girl turned her head back to look at Jay, as asking for his permission and he nodded encouragingly. She slowly walked to the bedside but didn't dare to approach too closely.

"Look at you, my beautiful baby girl", he sighed. -"You resemble your mother so much. Oh, she will never forgive me. I think I will never forgive myself. But I hope you do... for your own sake". He struggled to catch his breath with each word he pronounced. "I know I've got no excuse. I was so hurt when your mom died, I couldn't even take care of myself, and you were so little and reminded me so much of her that I couldn't---I couldn't even look at you. It was too late when I tried to compensate for it with you, I couldn't even try". Pat confessed, his voice filled with sadness. "I regret it so much, to have seen you grow and become who you are from the distance, uninvolved. I wanted to be for you, but I didn't know how to go back to you...".

Will got distracted with one of the machines and focused on reading the signs from it.

-"I'm sorry, Becca. I am so sorry, sweetheart. For everything. I'm proud of you, know that. And even if you don't believe my words: I love you".

Becca was weeping as she got closer to take his hand.

-"Alright". The doctor said with a lump in his throat. "Enough emotions for today. Dad, you really need to rest now".

But he didn't listen: "Keep taking care of her, Jay. Promise me that".

-"Always". The detective answered simply, taking a step forward, his arms crosses.

-"I'm proud of you both too. Despite me, you've grown into fine men."He turned to his sons: "My boys". A violent coughing fit overcame him and all the machines started to make a sound, indicating that something was wrong. After a hard pain in his chest, Pat loose consciousness. Everything happened so fast.

-"Dad!" Becca yelled, still by his side.

-"What's going on, Will?" His brother jumped.

-"You have to clear the room!" He gently tugged at Becca, trying to pull her away from the bed, but she hesitated. Jay hurriedly joined her side, attempting to separate her from the scene. Suddenly, they found themselves encircled by a team of nurses, led by Dr. Archer, who were speaking rapidly in a whirlwind of medical terminology that Becca and Jay couldn't quite comprehend.

Jay persistently pulled his sister, but it seemed futile; she clung to the bed, sobbing and screaming for her dad, refusing to leave his side. Her distress was palpable, and Jay's efforts to move her proved challenging in the face of her deep emotional turmoil.

-"Jay, take her out of here!" Will pressured.

Jay knew he had to take drastic action to get her out. With tears in his own eyes, he firmly hugged her from the back and started pulling her harder, as he would do with any other victim at work. Her resistance made the process challenging, the girl's sobs and screams reverberated in the room. Come on, come on, Becc, he kept repeating.

The vitals monitor indicated that the patience heart had stopped, the sound it made as an announcement was like a dagger in the Halstead siblings. Doctors kept working, trying to resucitate him, and Becca gave up fighting her brother.

-"No!" She screamed long. If it wasn't for Jay, she would had fall to the floor. "I love you too, dad. I love you". She cried out.

Jay lifted Becca firmly into his arms and managed to pull her out. She clung to him, her cries muffled against his shoulder. Her grip was tight, and her protests were heart-wrenching, but Jay remained unwavering. She couldn't even hold herself up, so they both sank to the floor and settled in the hallway, where he cradled her even closer. She buried her red and tear-streaked face in his shoulder. He began to sway gently back and forth, as if he were soothing a baby.

-"It's all right, it's all right. Take it out" his voice was both comforting and broken. -"I'm here by your side, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered softly as she kept bawling.

-"I should have called you earlier," Becca blubbered, her voice filled with guilt. "Or somehow made him go in the ambulance."

Jay gently separated her from him, noticing the wet patch she had left on his t-shirt. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze: "Hey, this is not on you. Don't you even think about it."

Defeated, Will emerged from the trauma room and spotted his siblings in the heart-wrenching position they were in. Jay glanced at him with questioning eyes, and the doctor simply shook his head in response, conveying the grim news without words.

Jay kissed Becca's hair and took his head back to close his eyes finding his own solace. Quietly, Will sat down beside his brother and sister, sharing the grief.

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