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addison fic including “can you please come and get me?”

reader says it on the phone to addison

angsty and addison calming reader down

come get me

You blow out an anxious breath as you walk along the road. You didn’t expect your night to go like this, and you’d rather be anywhere but there.

A night with your parents was not what you needed this week, but you had this dinner planned weeks in advance, and you were busy for weeks after, so it had to be tonight.

You rub your hands up and down your arms to warm yourself, but it doesn’t do much.

Now that you’re looking back, it wasn’t such a good idea to run out of the house without your jacket, huh?

There was also the fact that your phone was nearing ten percent, so you had to call someone who you knew would come.

Addison.

The two of you weren’t dating, but you also weren’t just friends. You weren’t seeing anyone else, and you knew it was the same for her, too.

Blowing a huff of cold air out, you pull your phone out to dial her number. She picks up right away with a, “Y/n..?”

“Hey, Addison,” Your voice was hoarse from crying as you walked down the road. "Can you please come get me?"

“What’s wrong?” Addison asks through the phone, but you can hear her reach for her keys and tell Bailey that she had to go. “Y/n? Talk to me.”

“The usual,” You shrug even though she can’t see you. With a sad chuckle you say, “They always have something to say.”

“It’s okay, I’m coming,” Addison assures you. “Can you tell me where you are?”

“I don’t know.. I’m near the seven-eleven by my parent’s house,” I shiver. “Please hurry, I’m freezing.”

“You didn’t take a jacket?” Addison was always on you about remembering jackets and gloves when needed.

“I’m sorry. I had to get out of there,” You begin to tear up some more. “You know how they talk.”

“Okay, it’s okay,” Addison’s heart breaks in her chest from the sound of your voice and the sounds of your cries over the phone. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, you’ll be okay.”

You place a hand on your hip and look up at the sky to stop your tears.

“I see you,” She says, snapping you out of your trance in the sky.

You hang the phone up once she parks beside you and next thing you know she’s right in front of you.

“Are you okay?” She asks sweetly, her hair pushed behind her ears.

You press your lips together to stop more tears from falling. “No.” Your voice breaks, and Addison’s heart breaks all over again.

“Come here,” Addison motions you forward, and you fall into her arms.

She puts one hand on the back of your neck to keep your head nestled in the crook of her neck and she has another hand on your back, which rubs up and down soothingly.

Her chin rests on the top of your head, and she leans down to place a kiss on your hair.

You cry into her neck, and she lets you. She lets you get all of your emotion out in the gas station parking lot, not even caring about the questioning looks the two of you are getting.

“Come on, you’re okay,” You rubs her hand on your back while the other scratches the bottom of your neck.

“I’m never going back,” You pull away from her hold and she looks over your face.

She wipes at your fallen tears with the back of her hand softly, “You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“I’m freezing,” You shake in the cold air, nothing on but the thin t-shirt you had on under your jacket earlier.

“Here,” Addison shrugs off her jacket for you since she had a long sleeved blouse on underneath, as she dressed up more nicely.

“No, you don’t have to,” You push the jacket away, but Addison places it over your shoulders.

“Come on, take it. You’re freezing,” She puts it on yours shoulders with a raised brow.

You knew better than to tell her ‘no’ more than once, so you just let her place the warm jacket on you.

“Thank you,” You nod and hold the jacket around yourself.

“Come on, let’s get in the car, okay?” Addison tilts her head, looking down at you. “We can go get food. Go do something. Have you eaten?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. We can go back to my apartment. How does that sound?” She puts her hand on your back and leads you to the passenger side.

She pulls the car door open so you can get in and shuts it after you’re in the seat. Once she gets in the car herself, she starts it and pulls out of the parking lot.

“You wanna watch a movie?” Addison looks over at you, her eyes soft.

Her eyes were always much softer when you were crying, and you always found her so cute when she took care of you.

“Sure,” You give an attempt at a smile, but your parent’s words just run through your head.

“Hey,” Addison tries to get you out of your thoughts. “Don’t listen to what they have to say, okay? They don’t know you like I do. I can confidently say that you’re beautiful, and worth it. You got that?”

You swallow sadly, not believing what she said.

Addison grabs your chin between her pointer finger and thumb and made you look over at her, “You got that, darling?”

“Got it,” You let a small laugh out as your cheeks heat from her touching you.

“Good,” Addison smiles.

She pulls the car into the parking lot of her apartment complex, and gets out to open the door for you.

She lets you walk in front of her into the building and she holds her door open after she unlocks it.

“I have popcorn,” Addison offers once she shuts the door. “I could make some while you chose a movie.”

“Or we could watch our show?” You ask, your face slightly lighting up.

Addison was tired, and she knew she would probably fall asleep while you watched a few episodes, but it was worth it if it made you excited.

“Sounds perfect,” Addison smiles and makes her way to the kitchen while you turn her television on.

And plus, she could just get you to tell her what she missed. Listening to your voice was always a plus.

It’s a win-win.

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Don't Worry | Carina Deluca x Pregnant!Teen!Reader

Requested by anonymous

"You paged me, Dr. Robbins." Carina grabbed Arizona's attention as she walked into the ER.

"Yes, there's a patient who has requested you. She won't let anyone else treat her." Arizona told her.

"Who is it?" Carina asked adjusting the stethoscope around her neck.

"Pregnant teenager over there." Arizona nodded over to the bed in the middle of the rest where a young girl sat clutching her pregnant belly.

"I got her. Thank you, Arizona." Carina gave her a quick smile before walking away. "y/n, sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked grabbing a pair of gloves.

"It hurts." y/n groaned her body scrunching in pain.

"Where?" Carina asked placing a hand on her back and gently getting her to lay back in the bed. "Right here?" She placed her hand on abdomen lightly pushing on the area.

"Yes." y/n bit her lip holding back a cry of pain.

"When did they start?" Carina asked.

"I think like half an hour ago." y/n answered taking deep breaths. "I'm not going into labor, am I?"

"No, you're not, sweetheart." Carina shook her head with a gently smile. "You're nearing the end of your second trimester, so I'm thinking it's just Braxton Hicks, but I'm gonna do a small check up and an ultrasound just to be sure, okay?"

"Okay." y/n gave her a small smile.

Carina gave the young girl a quick check up making sure the young girl and her baby looked good and well before bringing an ultrasound machine to the bed.

"It's a little cold." Carina reminded her as she squeezed the bottle of gel onto her belly. She grabbed the wand and moved it slowly across her stomach. "You're baby is looking good, y/n." Carina smiled. She moved the screen to face her. "There is your beautiful baby." She said tracing the outline of the small fetus on the screen.

"They're okay?" y/n asked letting out a small sigh.

"They're more than okay." Carina told her. "You're pain was just a case of Braxton Hicks which is normal. Most women don't even feel them."

"So I'm a wimp?" y/n joked making Carina chuckle.

"No, you're a worried mother." Carina rubbed her shoulder. "But you're both well. Braxton Hicks are usually caused by you or the baby being very active or possible dehydration. I want you to make sure you stay hydrated, and maybe take a nice warm bath if you want help with the pain, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." y/n nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Deluca."

"I'm always here, sweetheart." Carina smiled.

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Station 19 Masterlist

My Favorites: ☆ Under 500: ❄

Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader: Better Tomorrow (sick reader) Worse Alone (sick reader) Sniffles and Snuggles (sick reader) Perfect Partners (sick reader) ☆

Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop: Sickness At Sea (sick maya) ☆

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Masterlist

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MARVEL

[series]

WANDANAT X READER

~ Soulmates (still writing)

Wandanat x reader

Reader finally finds her soulmates

TW: suicide attempt (in the past), hints of eating disorders

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

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WANDANAT X READER

- See you in a minute

Wandanat x reader

Reader goes on a mission with Bobbi, Daisy, Jemma and Maria but the mission goes wrong.

TW: panic attack, death of the character

- Live for them

Wandanat x reader

Can you write a fic where the reader has nightmares and Natasha and Wanda (her girlfriends) cuddle her? I need love <3

- Full of study

Keep reading

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🌻Station 19 masterlist🌻

Maya Bishop

First glance

One look is all it takes.

That woman turned her world

One night stand that leads to the great love story.

Doctor’s appointment

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Under water

It’s hard to be your father’s favorite child when your sister has an olympic gold metal.

Andy Herrera

Secrecy

Secrets weigh you down.

All you need is love

Meeting your best friend’s girlfriend’s sister.

My heart belongs to you

Just two women in love.

Carina Deluca

Our baby

The world is full of unconventional families.

Victoria Hughes

The aid car

One person’s injury is another person’s chance to find love.

A mess of a human

The words leave right out of her mind.

Natasha Ross

Brother’s boss

It’s not a secret if no one asked about it.

Marina

Asthma

Sometimes there isn’t enough air.

Time management

Showing up matters.

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Girl-Of-Many-Fandoms Masterlist UPDATE 28/12/23

Hey guys if you’d like to be added to the respected taglists just let me know and you’ll be added. Also much love to all 5k of you for your love & support as well as your patience <3

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CRIMINAL MINDS

GREY’S ANATOMY

STATION 19

MARVEL/MCU

DC

SUPERNATURAL

S.W.A.T.

THE WITCHER

HAWAII 5-0

THE WALKING DEAD

TEEN WOLF

ANDY BARBER

PERCY JACKSON

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does anyone take requests for Jo Wilson/Amelia shepherd ?

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Okay Kaimelia fic writers, I’m convinced that the sneak peak of Amelia and Maggie is that Amelia is triggered by the needle in her arm and Maggie is telling her “good job”. And it keeps making me sob so I was wondering if someone could write a fic where Kai is there comforting her instead🥲🥲

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guys help me if I don’t find any Amelia Shepherd imagines/oneshots or story’s I may actually combust so please help me find one 😪

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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 19 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

◤ᴍᴀʏᴀ ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ

ᴘᴛꜱᴅ

ꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ

ꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ɪ

ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ

◤ᴄᴀʀɪɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ���ᴄᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙʏ

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

◤ᴍᴀʏᴀ ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ x ᴄᴀʀɪɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟᴜᴄᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴄ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ɪɪ

ᴇɴᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ɪɪ

ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱɴ´ᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ

ᴅᴀʏᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ

ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱꜱ

ʀᴇꜱᴄᴜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

1+1=3

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ

ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ

ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴏᴅᴋᴀ

ꜱʟɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇ

ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴛʏ

ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴜᴛɪᴇꜱ

◤ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ʜᴜɢʜᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ʙᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ

◤ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 19 ᴛᴇᴀᴍ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴏxʏɢᴇɴ ɪ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴏxʏɢᴇɴ ɪɪ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴏxʏɢᴇɴ ɪɪɪ

◤ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟʟᴇ ꜱᴀᴠʀᴇ x ꜱᴛᴇꜰᴀɴɪᴀ ꜱᴘᴀᴍᴘɪɴᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

◤ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏꜱꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

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𝑮𝑹𝑬𝒀𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

◤ᴍᴇʀᴇᴅɪᴛʜ ɢʀᴇʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ᴘɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɪ

◤ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ

ᴊᴀɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴇ ɪ ᴊᴀɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴇ ɪɪ

ᴍᴜɢɢᴇᴅ

ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴇx ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴇx - ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ

ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴘᴇ

ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ

ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ

◤ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴀ & ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ꜱʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ

ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ

◤ᴀʀɪᴢᴏɴᴀ ʀᴏʙʙɪɴꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ꜱʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ ɪɪ

ꜱᴜʀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ

◤ᴀʀɪᴢᴏɴᴀ ʀᴏʙʙɪɴꜱ x ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ᴄᴀʀ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ ɪ

◤ᴍᴇʀᴇᴅɪᴛʜ & ʟᴇxɪᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪɪ

◤ᴄᴀʟʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏʀʀᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ

◤ᴀʟᴇx ᴋᴀʀᴇᴠ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴇx

◤ᴀᴅᴅɪꜱᴏɴ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

ʀᴀᴢᴏʀʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ

ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ

◤ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ:

ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ x ʟᴇxɪᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ - ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ

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hey! so nice to have you back! :) do you have any Ed headcanons where Reader has social anxiety? How would Ed offer comfort? How would he be understanding and supportive? Especially if Reader has a history of people who were never supportive and/or negative, i.e. "Just get over it".

Oh this is my specialty! So as someone who suffers majorly from anxiety, this is what I’m thinking ❤️

 So anytime you go to a gala or party, Ed always holds your hand because he knows it helps and it keeps you grounded. He’s really great at never leaving you alone at gatherings and keeping you close to his side when he’s having conversations. Whether it’s his hands around your waist or his thumb gently rubbing circles into your palm, he’s always trying to comfort you.

One time you two were at a charity event when you had a panic attack, and he held you on the floor of a closet for twenty minutes until your eyes dried and your breathing evened out.

You constantly apologize for being a ‘burden’ and a ‘nuisance’ and Ed will not have it. He always turns you to face him and kisses your cheek, stroking your hair and reminding you that you are the best thing that has ever happened to him.

The two of you were working an exorcism together when a demon threw some pretty awful verbiage at you, causing you to panic. Your mind went foggy and you began to hyperventilate out of fear. Ed ran clear across the house to catch you in his arms as you tumbled over, pressing your foreheads together and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

One day you expressed to Ed that you used to be with someone who always told you to ‘get over it,’ and ‘get a grip.’ In return, Ed took a deep breath and just wrapped his large arms around your smaller frame. You instantly began to cry, for Ed’s unconditional love was a major, emotional turning point for you. He just continued pressing gentle kisses to your forehead while bringing you cold glasses of water until you calmed down.

On days that even Ed’s love couldn’t console you, he wrapped you in a soft blanket and just wrapped his strong arms around you in the dark. “I love you so much baby, you’re so perfect. You’re so special to me, sweetheart. Coming home to you is the best part of my day, hon. Just look at me, pretty girl. Look at me. You’re safe with me. Nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m here baby. I love you.”

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hey! so nice to have you back! :) do you have any Ed headcanons where Reader has social anxiety? How would Ed offer comfort? How would he be understanding and supportive? Especially if Reader has a history of people who were never supportive and/or negative, i.e. "Just get over it".

Oh this is my specialty! So as someone who suffers majorly from anxiety, this is what I’m thinking ❤️

 So anytime you go to a gala or party, Ed always holds your hand because he knows it helps and it keeps you grounded. He’s really great at never leaving you alone at gatherings and keeping you close to his side when he’s having conversations. Whether it’s his hands around your waist or his thumb gently rubbing circles into your palm, he’s always trying to comfort you.

One time you two were at a charity event when you had a panic attack, and he held you on the floor of a closet for twenty minutes until your eyes dried and your breathing evened out.

You constantly apologize for being a ‘burden’ and a ‘nuisance’ and Ed will not have it. He always turns you to face him and kisses your cheek, stroking your hair and reminding you that you are the best thing that has ever happened to him.

The two of you were working an exorcism together when a demon threw some pretty awful verbiage at you, causing you to panic. Your mind went foggy and you began to hyperventilate out of fear. Ed ran clear across the house to catch you in his arms as you tumbled over, pressing your foreheads together and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

One day you expressed to Ed that you used to be with someone who always told you to ‘get over it,’ and ‘get a grip.’ In return, Ed took a deep breath and just wrapped his large arms around your smaller frame. You instantly began to cry, for Ed’s unconditional love was a major, emotional turning point for you. He just continued pressing gentle kisses to your forehead while bringing you cold glasses of water until you calmed down.

On days that even Ed’s love couldn’t console you, he wrapped you in a soft blanket and just wrapped his strong arms around you in the dark. “I love you so much baby, you’re so perfect. You’re so special to me, sweetheart. Coming home to you is the best part of my day, hon. Just look at me, pretty girl. Look at me. You’re safe with me. Nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m here baby. I love you.”

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Mine

Pairing: Ed Warren x reader

Summary: A college professor gets a little handsy with you when you and Ed go out for drinks with the rest of the crew.

Warnings: Some unwanted touching, jealousy, violence, sexual harassment, vulgar comments from an asshole

Author’s Note: I meant to post this earlier, but I had some personal things come up so I totally apologize you guys. There’s a possibility someone close to me in my life could have cancer and my grandpa is sick AND I started school so it’s gotten a little hectic. I’m so sorry guys. Alsooooo this turned out to be more angsty than intended so I’m going to write a softer one after this.

It was a crisp Friday night in October, and Ed had given a successful lecture on demonology and exorcisms to a college class earlier that morning. Therefore, you suggested that the two of you go out for drinks with the rest of the crew to celebrate. Ed had noticed the college professor that lead the class looking a little too intently at you while he was giving the lecture, but decided to let it go. Ed was the one that had your undivided attention, not him. And you didn’t waste any time in blowing your husband flirtatious kisses and winking at him just to see him a little flustered on stage.

His decision to sweep what he had witnessed under the rug, however; was short lived from the moment the two of you walked through the door of your favorite bar and grill. Sitting at the bar alone was none other than the professor, looking just as sleazy as he had earlier in the day. Ed was immediately put on edge, finding the situation to be more than just a coincidence. You removed your coat to reveal a little black number you saved for an occasion like this one. Ed’s eyes went wide with admiration for the way the dress hugged your body. At the same time, he started to feel a little possessive.

Ed was a sweet man of chivalrous nature, and he respected you. He didn’t see you as his property and knew you could take care of yourself, but the thought of anyone looking at you or thinking of you in that ravishing dress was driving him up the wall. He clenched his jaw, trying to shake the thought. You smiled up at him and wrapped your arm around his, motioning for him to follow the kind hostess to your booth. Ed didn’t have to turn his head to know the professor’s eyes were glued to you as you walked past. You hadn’t noticed, but nonetheless; a palpable uneasiness washed over Ed.

“Is everything okay baby?” you asked innocently. Ed looked down at you and gave you a smile, taking your small hands in his large ones.

“I’m fine, just a little tired is all,” he replied. Minutes later Lorraine, Drew, and the rest of the crew arrived and you all decided to order drinks. You ordered a martini and Ed decided on an Old Fashioned to calm his nerves. There was nothing to worry about, maybe it was just a coincidence after all. This was his night to spend with his friends and the woman he loved, and he wanted to enjoy it. The next half hour was spent enjoying appetizers and laughing at fond memories. You threw your head back and cackled as Lorraine recalled a time when Ed split his pants during an exorcism gone wrong.

“Stop, you’re telling me you kept going even with your boxers showing?” You giggled uncontrollably, grabbing Ed’s forearm.

“What was I supposed to do? Ask the demon if I could go change first?” Ed replied. Your laughter was simply intoxicating to him. There was no doubt he could get drunk off of your presence alone. He watched as your red lips wrapped around the rim of your glass, your eyes lightly glazed over from the alcohol. His eyes lingered over your exposed cleavage, the black dress leaving very little to the imagination. The sound of your straw sucking up air signaled that you were ready for another round.

“Alright, I’m getting another. Does anybody need anything while I’m up?”

“Oh I’ll go, I need to use the restroom anyways,” Lorraine answered. You turned to Ed and smiled, batting your lashes at him as if to silently ask for him to let you out of the booth. He moved over and stepped out, giving you room to stand and pull your dress back down your thighs as you did so. Lorraine followed suit behind you.

“You know, maybe I should go with you hon,” Ed said. He was hesitant of the idea of you being at the bar alone. You rolled your eyes at Ed’s overly protective nature.

“I’m fine, baby. I’ll only be gone a minute. Besides, I’ll have Lorraine.” You kissed his cheek and headed towards the bar. Lorraine quickly gave you her order while she made a beeline for the bathroom, mouthing an ‘I’ll be right back’ in your direction. You nodded and leaned your elbows onto the bar, looking around for the bartender. A burly man with a long beard came from around the corner. “Oh, hi! Can I get a dirty martini and one gin and tonic please? Thanks.” The man just silently nodded at you to acknowledge your request. While waiting for your drinks, you felt a presence behind you and assumed it was Lorraine. You turned around, only to be face to face with one very tipsy college professor. The smell of cheap beer filled your nostrils, his body uncomfortably close to your own.

“Oh, Professor Thompson. Hi, how are you?” you asked, attempting to put some space in between the two of you discreetly.

“Mm, a dirty martini? What else do you like that’s dirty?” he asked you, his words slurred. You shuddered as he got closer, his hands positioned on either side of you. He towered over you. He wasn’t quite as tall as Ed, but still tall enough to look down at you. You felt violated, for it was clear he was trying to get a good look down your dress.

“Excuse me, but I need to get back to my husband.” You tried to step away, but he only made it more difficult for you by stepping in your path. Your hands started to feel clammy as you began to panic. You felt trapped, and your heart sped up at the thought of him trying something with you. Your lip trembled, but you tried to calm yourself in fear of your tears only provoking him. You made another feeble attempt to go in the other direction when he grabbed your arm harshly, his nails digging into your skin. You cried out, his grip was sure to leave a bruise.

“It’s not very polite to leave in the middle of a conversation with someone, Mrs. Warren,” he hissed at you. He pulled you close to him, your body squirming as he started to move his hand up your thigh.

“Get off of me,” you said, your hands fighting desperately to shove him off of you.

“Where’s your husband, the esteemed demonologist now, sweetheart?” A fearful tear rolled down your face as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. The next few seconds were a blur to you, for you were so rattled from being manhandled that you couldn’t think straight. The professor was thrown off of you with sudden force, stumbling backwards and nearly onto the floor in his drunken state. A pair of large hands gently nudged you away from the professor and you were thankful when Drew came into your line of sight. He grabbed you and pushed you safely behind him.

You peeked around to see the owner of the strong hands that removed the professor from you, and it was none other than your beloved husband. His eyes were dark, his neck and chest flushed red with anger. He grabbed Professor Thompson by the collar of his shirt, nearly lifting him up off the ground.

“I’m pretty sure that when a lady tells you to get off of her, it’s not a plea for you to get closer. Especially when that lady is my wife.”

“Okay, okay. Relax big guy. We were just having some fun,” the professor snidely replied. Ed didn’t take kindly to this, turning and shoving him harshly against the wall. The professor struggled to breathe, Ed’s forearm now pressing against his windpipe.

“Shut your god damn mouth and listen to me. By the looks of the tears streaking down my wife’s face, I can tell she wasn’t exactly having the time or her life. I swear if you ever lay a hand on her or get anywhere near her again, I will kill you.” Both yours and Drew’s eyes widened in surprise. Ed never talked with such malice in his voice. It felt like the whole bar had gone silent, and the only sound was the ruffling of the professor’s shirt as Ed let him go. His blue eyes met yours, and they instantly softened. He was still infuriated, but figured you had been through enough for the night. He walked towards you and briskly grabbed your hand, using his other to wipe the tears away from your eyes.

“You okay?” he whispered. You just nodded your head meekly, your stomach still in knots. The discoloration on your arm caught his eye. He turned it over to get a full look of the purple bruise forming over your once soft, supple skin. The sight sent Ed into a whole other fit of rage. He had laid hands on you. The next words out of the professor’s mouth couldn’t have come at a worse time.

“You know you shouldn’t leave a woman with an ass and tits like that alone. She’s really asking for it.” You froze at the sound of his voice, for clearly the asshole just hadn’t had enough. Not a second went by before hands were flying, Ed’s fist immediately colliding with the professor’s nose. The force sent him straight to the floor, writhing in pain with what was definitely a broken appendage. Your hand flew to your mouth in shock at the sight before you.

Ed moved on top of the professor, his first hitting him repeatedly. You gasped at the visible blood on his knuckles. In the whole year the two of you had been together, you’d never seen him this violent. Drew stepped in, urging Ed to let it go before somebody called the cops. He looked up at Drew’s face and then to your own, his chest heaving up and down. You stepped towards him slowly. You ran your fingers slowly through his disheveled hair.

“I’m okay, babe. Let’s go home. He’s not worth it,” you said, barely audible. Ed stood up off the man and brushed himself off. He wrapped his arm around your waist tightly and the two of you walked towards the front door to grab your coats. The drive home was quiet as Ed’s hand rested on your bare thigh. To say he was shaken up was to say the least. He should’ve went with you to the bar like he wanted. He could’ve prevented you from getting hurt.

The two of you walked into the house, relieved to finally be home. You took your heels off at the door and plopped yourself down onto the couch. You sat up when you saw Ed standing idly in the kitchen, lost in thoughts of guilt.

“Don’t do this to yourself. It isn’t your fault, Ed.”

“It is, actually. I noticed him when we walked through the door and I noticed the way he was looking at you when I gave that lecture. Something wasn’t sitting well with me and I just brushed it off,” he said. “I should’ve went with you to the bar.” You got up off the couch and into the kitchen. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and gently rubbed your thumb over his skin. You pulled him down to kiss you, placing your other hand to rest on his chest.

“Ed, the fact that he’s a predatory pig is not your fault. You saved me tonight, and that makes you my hero. Besides, it was pretty hot the way you kicked his ass,” you said with a giggle. Ed finally caved, smiling at your comment. He kissed your forehead and pressed your body flush against his, afraid to let you go anywhere alone after tonight.

“You’re mine, and don’t you forget it,” he mumbled. You smiled, keeping your tired eyes closed for the moment being.

“I would never. I’m all yours, baby. I promise.”