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I write for:
- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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"Please, Ash, stop," you plead. Ashton doesn't listen and throws a glass at the wall beside your head. "I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling well tonight!" He glares at you, his eyes bloodshot.
"When I say I want sex, you give me sex," he slurs. He starts running at you but you knee his crotch and run out the door. You hear him shouting but you know that he's too intoxicated to come after you even if he felt like it. You keep running just in case and take a left to cut through the alleyway and straight to Derek's apartment. You rush up the stairs and knock on the door frantically.
Derek opens the door, smiling. His smile fades when he sees your tear-streaked face. He pulls you in his apartment, closes the door, and wraps you in his arms.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" he asks. You open your mouth to speak but only a choked sob escapes. He rubs your back as you cry, everything with Ashton and your yet-to-be-announced pregnancy, and your recent failure to save a child at your job.
"Everything," you sniff. He sits you on the couch and walks into the kitchen. He makes himself a cup of coffee and some camomile tea for you. You take it gratefully and sip it. He puts a hand on your knee, making you look up.
"Now, tell me what's wrong." You take a deep breath.
"It's Ashton." His eyebrows furrow and he sets his coffee on the coffee table.
"Is he okay?" You bite your lip to keep your tears at bay.
"No. I'm not, either," you admit. "He... he went nuts. Starting screaming and shouting. Throwing things at me. So I got out of the house as soon as I could and came here." His expression morphs from surprise to anger.
"He's been abusing you? How long?" You swallow and look away, knowing he's going to be pissed at how long you've kept it secret.
"About a year," you whisper. He stands up and starts pacing.
"A year? How could you not tell me? Tell anyone?"
"Because I thought he'd change." Derek continues pacing and you start to cry again at his anger. "Are you mad at me?" you whimper. Derek stops pacing and kneels in front of you. He grabs your hand gently.
"No, baby, I'm not mad at you. I wish you would've told someone." You wipe your eyes and nod.
"I know. I know." He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.
"What made you say something now?" he asks quietly. You hesitate, looking away. "(Y/N)?" You look back at him and focus on the love in his eyes.
"I'm pregnant." His eyes widen and his jaw clenches.
