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earlgreydream · 2 years

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭. || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 & 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭? 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐜𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“Isn’t he cute?” your friend grinned, bouncing her newborn son in her arms, showing him off to the people gathered at the small party.

You leaned back into Bucky’s body, your chest aching as you wrestled with jealousy. Of course you were happy for your friend, and her baby was cute, but you couldn’t help the pain that throbbed in your heart. You and Bucky had been trying for two years, but you were never able to be pregnant. The doctors suspected it was from all the trauma your body had endured at the hands of HYDRA, along with experimental testing that had left you infertile.

Bucky had married you knowing it was unlikely you would ever have biological children, and he never minded, because you were enough for him. And, he’d assured you that adoption was always an option. Every time you thought you had made peace with the reality of your situation, one of your friends was announcing another pregnancy or birth, and that painful desire for something you couldn’t have rose in your throat.

Bucky snaked his arm around your waist, gently squeezing you. He felt the tension in your body, noticing how quiet you got as the women fawned over the baby.

“Do you want to go?” he whispered in your ear, his hand gently rubbing circles on your hip.

“Do you mind?” you asked, looking up at him.

The second he saw the misery in your eyes, he shook his head. He kissed your forehead, taking a deep breath.

“I’m so sorry, but we have to head out,” Bucky spoke up for both of you.

“So soon?”

“Yeah, we’ve got to pick up my cousin from the airport,” Bucky lied, saving face.

You waved, hardly able to speak with the knot in your throat. Your husband led you outside into the twilight, opening the passenger door of the vintage yellow car he drove.

You were quiet on the ride home, watching the streetlights flicker by through the window. Bucky gently squeezed your thigh, trying to offer some silent support. You wrestled with guilt, hating the envious feeling that you had toward your friends who were lucky enough to have children, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“I don’t mean to be horrible. I hate to be jealous, I just...” you sobbed, breaking down into tears as he pulled into the drive.

“You’re not horrible. My love, I promise,” he held your hand, hugging you tightly as soon as you were inside the house.

He sat with you on his lap, letting you cry out your feelings. His jaw was tight as he bit back the heartache he felt at your despair, comforting you silently until your sobs had subsided. His metal hand rubbed up and down your back, calming you with the rhythmic movements.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder and clinging to your husband. Bucky’s heart broke as he hugged you, feeling every ounce of your pain and soaking it up.

“I don’t want to think, James. Please, help me shut my brain off,” you begged hoarsely.

“Are you sure? We can just take it easy tonight,” he asked, cupping your face and brushing your tears away.

“Please.”

“Can I get you some soup?” Bucky asked, sitting on the edge of your bed, where you were lying in the dark, sick to your stomach.

“No. I think I need to see a doctor,” you groaned, covering your eyes as another wave of nausea swept over you.

“I’ll take you in. Here,” he helped you up, slipping one of his hoodies over your head.

“I don’t feel good,” you whimpered pitifully.

“Oh, doll, I know. We’re going to figure out what’s wrong, okay?” Bucky carried you out to the car, driving you to the doctors office.

You sat miserably in the cold waiting room, watching Bucky argue with the receptionist, telling her you needed to be seen, asking what was taking so long. You snuggled down deeper in his hoodie, watching him as you tried to stay awake. You were exhausted from being sick all night, hardly able to keep your eyes open as the nausea consumed you.

Finally, after an hour of waiting, leaning into your husband’s side, the nurse called you back and began to take your vitals as you sat on an exam table, wanting to cry from misery.

“Are you pregnant, Mrs. Barnes?” The nurse questioned, making you tense.

“No, I’m infertile,” you answered.

“We’ve got to test your blood anyways, it’s just routine. To be sure,” she said, nearing you with a needle.

You squeezed your eyes shut, holding Bucky’s hand as she drew blood from your arm, being as careful as possible. You hated having your blood drawn, as well as hating immunizations. Bucky gave you reassuring kisses to your forehead, praising you softly for taking the shot so well.

“Give me just a few moments,” the nurse left you alone in the room.

You covered your eyes, uncomfortable in the light. Bucky brushed hair out of your face, promising he’d make you some soup and tea when you got home, telling you he’d watch whatever you wanted on Netflix.

“I have some news!” The nurse announced, re-entering the room.

You sat up, looking at her in confusion.

“You are definitely pregnant.”

“That’s impossible,” you responded, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You’re just having some morning sickness, that’s all this is. I can get you on Zofran and some prenatal supplements and get you right out of here, once we schedule some follow ups!” She smiled brightly.

“James…?” You looked up at him, analyzing his shocked expression.

“Yeah, yeah,” he seemed to snap out of it.

You were still stunned as you got in the car, already beginning to feel a bit better. After spending so long accepting that being a mother was never an option for you, the idea you were pregnant seemed surreal.

“I didn’t think we could have a baby,” you said softly, touching your stomach.

“Neither did I, but I think we’ll be great parents, and you’ll look beautiful all pregnant and glowing,” he said, kissing your lips, feeling you smile against him.

. 6 months later .

“My clothes don’t fit,” you sighed, struggling to stand up off the end of the bed.

“You can wear my shirt, doll,” Bucky smiled, leaning down and kissing your round belly.

“I feel so chubby,” you complained, pushing his face away.

“Doll, you’re absolutely beautiful. I love your body like this, you look divine,” he argued, his hands tracing the curves of your changing body, smoothing over wider hips, a fuller stomach, and swollen breasts.

“Do you mean it?”

“I do, my love,” he whispered, cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss.

“I’m fact, I could absolutely devour you,” he grinned, backing you onto the bed, gently laying you down as he crawled over you.

Your skin was warm as he went to work kissing every part of you, lingering a bit on your chest until you were pushing his head away. He hummed against your belly, and you caught a quiet “I love you,” from the former soldier. You started to cry, emotions swirling through you like tidal waves.

“I never imagined that I could be this happy,” you confessed tearfully as he gazed at you, waiting for you to tell him why you were crying.

“You deserve it. It’s going to be okay from now on. I love you, and I will love our child more than anything. You’ll be a great mother. It’s going to be perfect,” he promised.

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taliaaurora · 2 years

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Welcome To The Family

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: "I do not know how much Matt Casey request you have but I just thought of this and it is very cute where Matt and the reader (a doctor) are married and have a son together. A child Matt saves from a fire and the reader treats ends up getting very attached to the both of them and they discuss about adopting her."

Word Count: 833

Warning(s): smoke inhalation, hospital (is it something that needs to be warned? lol)

A/N: English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I hope you have a nice day/night and enjoy this drabble! 💕

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“Hey, Maggie!” You called the nurse as you reached the reception, leaning on the desk. “Do you know where Dr. Halstead is? I need to talk to him about Ms. Jones’ case.”

Raising her head to look at you, Maggie shook her head. “He’s in his lunch break right now, but I’m not sure where he is.”

The sound of a stretcher being rushed inside the hospital startled you. Looking at the source of the sound, you noticed Brett and Violet handing a little girl to one of the nurses before you rushed towards them. The sight of that fragile girl laying across the stretcher made your heart squeeze.

“What do we have here?” You asked Brett, checking the girl for any external injuries.

“Smoke inhalation,” Brett answered. “She was found in a structural fire. There are no signs of relatives, no one we can call.”

Sighing, you took your stethoscope and tried to listen to the little girl’s shallow breathing.

“Maggie, we need to intubate her, now!” You hook the stethoscope around your neck and, with Maggie’s help, you settle the girl in one of the rooms in the ER.

Once the kid was out of danger, you felt like you could breathe again. Leaning on her bed, you watched how her chest rose and fell in her peaceful sleep. Although her skin was covered in soot, you noticed that she had a few scars on her arms.

Biting your trembling lip, you brought the covers to the girl’s chest and tucked her in. You couldn’t imagine what she went through in her life, but you knew it couldn’t be good.

Stepping outside the room, you took your gloves off and discarded them in the trash. Your eyes glanced at the waiting room and you caught the sight of your husband, sitting in one of the chairs with his head down, still wearing his turnout gear.

“Hey babe, what are you doing here?” You asked, approaching him.

Casey stood up from the chair and locked eyes with you. You noticed that his eyes were red from crying.

“Matt, is everything okay?” Your voice was soft, worried.

Nodding his head, he wiped off his tears.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He flashed you a half-smile. “How is the little girl?”

Glancing at the girl’s room, you sighed. “Well...she inhaled a lot of smoke, but nothing that can’t be treated.” You answered, trying to study his face. “Matt, what’s going on?”

Licking his lips, he took a shaky breath.

“During our last call, we found a group of kids hidden inside a secret room.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “CPD thinks that they were victims of human traffic or something like that.”

You noticed how his lower lip was trembling, so you rested your hand on his shoulder, trying to show him your support.

“There were four kids but-...but by the time we got there only one of them was alive. They were the same age as Noah.” He whispered, trying his best to hold back his tears, but failing.

With glossy eyes, you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him in a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” You whispered in his ear, stroking his hair.

After you became parents four years ago, every time you lost a child on the job the pain hit you ten times stronger. You saw their parents grieving and couldn’t imagine how would it feel like to be in their place.

Resting his head on your shoulder, you could feel Casey’s tears soaking the fabric of your shirt.

“Do you wanna see her?” You whispered in his ear.

He nodded his head frantically, making your lips curve slightly into a smile.

-/-/-

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” Casey said, leaning on the balcony of your shared apartment as he watched the two little kids playing and giggling in the middle of the living room.

Standing by his side, you wrapped your arm around his back and rested your cheek on his chest.

“It’s the right thing to do.” You said with a soft voice. “We felt a strong connection with her the moment we saw her. Besides, I couldn't let her go to an orphanage, not after all the time I spent with her at Med. She deserves to have a place to call home.”

Kissing the top of your head, Casey smiled. “And this is just the right place. Now Noah has a little sister.”

“Yeah…” You whispered with glossy eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy.”

Before you started to cry again, you went back to the kitchen and placed the homecooked lasagna on the table.

“Noah, Emma. Dinner is ready!” You called.

The kids ran straight to the dinner table, giggling on their way. Matt helped them settle on the table while you served their plates. Your eyes met and you shared a fond smile. Things couldn’t be better. You couldn’t be more grateful for being married to such an amazing and loving man, and you couldn’t be happier for the small family you build together.

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writemekpop · 4 years

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Pop Rocks, Strawberry, Bubblegum (Part 2) | Byun Baekhyun

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Baekhyun is falling deeper in love with you with every passing day... until one day you make a huge mistake when you’re babysitting his son. Will you be able to save your relationship?

Genre: Single Dad AU

Word Count: 1.3k

Gif: @sefuns

Part 1 | Part 2 ❤️ | Part 3

Ever since the day you met Baekhyun in the candy shop, your life has become a lot sweeter.

From that very first coffee date, when you saw how his mocha eyes crinkled when he laughed, you knew he was the one for you.

You love how Baekhyun’s face fills with pride when he looks at his son, Joowon. You love the way he falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat - and if you rub his back just right, he’ll actually purr.

It’s a gorgeous morning, and you’re waiting for your date with Baekhyun. The sun smiles down on you, warming your bare arms and thighs. Your purple skirt ripples in the gentle breeze.

You spot Baekhyun, with his tousled caramel hair falling over his eyes. He’s in his favourite blue jeans, worn from years of use. The rip on the right knee, once a thin cut, now reveals a cheeky window of golden skin, pulled wide by his son’s little fingers.

Joowon is frantically pedalling his little blue tricycle, trying to keep up with his father’s long strides.

“Hey darling,” Baekhyun says, pulling you in for a hug. You nuzzle into his neck, pressing your lips onto his exposed collarbone.

Baekhyun strokes your jaw with one long finger. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Joowon with me… the sitter dropped out at the last minute.”

“Of course I don’t mind!” You bend down, ruffling Joowon’s curly black hair. “We’re friends, right Joo?”

“Yuhuh!” Joowon says, flashing you a gummy smile.

You walk hand in hand with your boyfriend to the park. You and Baekhyun sit down on a bench, watching Joowon play a few meters away.

As soon as Joowon ducks into a multicoloured playhouse, Baekhyun pulls you in for a kiss.

His hands are everywhere on your body at once, his throbbing tongue pushing into your mouth, desperately craving your warmth. Baekhyun’s hands grope your thighs, sending sparks shooting to your core.

“I missed you so much this week,” he murmurs against your lips.

You hum in agreement, eagerly pulling his plump mouth back onto yours. He tastes like strawberry jelly – the kind that he swears he only buys for his son, but you know the truth.

A loud ringing disturbs you, and Baekhyun pouts as he scrambles for his phone. His smooth cheeks are dusted with roses, and his lips glisten with your gloss.

“I’ve got to take this, it’s my boss… Do you mind watching Joowon?”

You smile and nod, and Baekhyun walks away, his phone at his ear.

Joowon skips towards you, but his chubby face is contorted into a frown. “What’s wrong baby?” you ask.

“I’m hungry…” Joowon says, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Oh, you poor thing, let me see what I’ve got.” You dig into your bag and pull out a chocolate bar. “Do you want this?”

Joowon squeals happily. His little fingers rip the chocolate open and he chomps on the bar.

All of a sudden, angry red hives start to spring up around Joowon’s mouth. The little boy lets out a groan. You snatch the chocolate away, your heart dropping as he starts to wheeze, gasping for breath.

“Baekhyun? Baekhyun!” you screech.

At the sound of your voice, Baekhyun turns. He takes one look at Joowon and starts running towards you.

Baekhyun pushes you out of the way and scoops up his son. Joowon is wailing now, fat tears running down his swollen cheeks.

“What did you give him?” Baekhyun snaps.

“J-just some chocolate…”

Thunderclouds appear on Baekhyun’s face. “What kind? He’s allergic to nuts!”

Baekhyun digs into his pocket and pulls out a strange pen with a bright yellow label. He stabs it into his son’s thigh. You just watch, mouth gaping.

“Why are you just standing there, Y/n? Call the fucking ambulance!”

With trembling fingers, you punch in three digits. Luckily, the ambulance arrives in minutes. The three of you clamber inside, and it speeds off towards the hospital.

“I’m really sorry…” you murmur. Aching guilt strains every cell in your body. You reach across into Baekhyun’s lap and take his hand, but he yanks it out of your grip and folds his arms over his chest.

“I leave you alone with him for five minutes and this is what happens…” Baekhyun shakes his head, face steely.

Hot tears pinch at your eyes, but you furiously blink them away before Baekhyun can see. Silence suffocates you for the rest of the drive.

Joowon is hurried into a private hospital room, and Baekhyun goes in behind him. Just as you are about to follow them inside, a tired looking doctor stops you.

“Excuse me, only family are allowed in here. Are you family?”

You scramble for a response. Your eyes flick to Baekhyun, waiting for him to step in, but he avoids your gaze.

“Umm... I guess not.”

“Then wait out here, please.” The door slams.

You feel like you’ve been sat outside the door for a lifetime. Finally, a nurse taps on your shoulder. “The little boy’s father says you can go inside now.”

Joowon is fast asleep on the hospital bed. He looks worn out, but at least the red welts are mostly gone. The tight coil in your heart unwinds slightly.

“How is he?” you ask Baekhyun, who’s sitting by Joowon’s bed.

“He’ll be fine,” he snaps.

“Baekhyun, I’m so sorry I had no idea that Joo-”

“Look, Y/n,” Baekhyun says, cutting you off. “You have to understand that my son is my main priority, and I can’t have anything in my life that jeopardises that.”

You can feel your heart ripping in two. Without warning, you burst into tears.

“Please don’t break up with me,” you choke out. With trembling fingers, you tug your sleeve up to hide your face as your body wracks with sobs.

Baekhyun’s steely façade melts away in a second. He hurries towards you, enveloping you in a tight hug. You sob into his shoulder, your tears wetting his cotton T shirt.

“Oh my god, Y/n. I didn’t mean it like that at all! Please don’t cry… I- I love you.”

You gasp.

You take a step back to stare at Baekhyun’s face. His watery brown eyes are sincere, and a small smile curls the edges of his heart-shaped lips. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything until now…”

You stand there, motionless, and Baekhyun rushes to fill the silence.

“I don’t blame you for what happened to Joowon. I know it was an accident, and I should have told you about his allergies. This single parent thing is hard...”

A shadow sweeps across Baekhyun’s face, but what you say next showers it in sunshine.

“I love you too, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun gives you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. He pulls you in for another hug, and you can feel your heart stitching back up. His warm fingers rub comforting circles on your back.

You hear a mumbling from the bed. You pull away from Baekhyun’s embrace and see that Joowon has woken up.

“He was asking for you earlier. Why don’t you hang out with him for a bit… I just need to do something,” Baekhyun murmurs into your hair.

You walk over to the bed. “Hey buddy…” you coo. Joowon holds out his chubby arms, and you release a sigh when you realise that the angelic little boy isn’t angry at you.

Baekhyun leans against the door frame, watching you play with Joowon. He sees the way you look at his son, and it fills his heart with so much love – more love than he thought he was even capable of feeling.

Baekhyun reaches into the pocket of his jeans and touches the velvet ring box he has tucked secretly away.

Yes… he’s sure now.

You’re the one.

Part 1 | Part 2 ❤️ | Part 3

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lawslessons · 3 years

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Hey! LOVE your writing a lot, have been going back to back on them! I'm also a Law simp, but for once something funny with him would be nice to see. What about reader getting a checkup from Law, Law pointing out some minor sickness reader doesn't know about and requires a shot. reader gets nervous about the thought of a needle in them, so spends time running away from law in the submarine, hiding in places, using bepo as hiding place, etc until law gets tired and just uses his powers on them?

Ah! This is so cute! This was one of my favorite pieces to write and I really hope you enjoy this, my dear!

Law x Reader - Shot in the Heart

Warnings: Mentions of shots, medical paraphernalia

Synopsis: Needles, why did that have to be the treatment they needed? Scared of their doctor and the needle he was holding, they began a long and humorous journey around the ship all in an attempt to evade the frustrated doctor.

“You should’ve come to me sooner when you weren’t feeling well, you have a high fever now,” Law scolded as he went about doing the rest of his checkup. He looked at their vitals and found that mostly everything seemed normal. Blood pressure? Good. Reflexes? Superb. But something that worried the stressed doctor seemed to be the high fever, rashes and sore throat they had. “Did you happen to swim in that place I told you not to swim back at the last island?” Law asked. They sheepishly smiled and Law got his answer from that, of course they wouldn’t listen to him. He sighed in frustration and pulled back from them. “Thanks to that, you were infected with cyanobacteria from the algae blooms that were in that water,” Law scolded.

Cyano… what?

They looked at him and frowned, their throat hurt from the infection so their voice was a little raspy and scratchy.

“It can’t be that bad, it was just water,” they tried to assure him, but the look on Law’s face implied that no matter what they said, Law would be frustrated. Law sighed and rubbed his temples in his aggravation, no one seemed to ever listen to him. But they couldn’t really blame him, they did go against Law’s medical advice after all.

“Poisoned water, human immune systems can’t handle that level of bacteria. Now, if you don’t want to go into kidney or liver failure, I need to give you a shot that will help your immune system fight the bacteria,” Law explained as he turned away from them and moved to look at his vials of medication to get the syringe prepared for them. They tensed when the shot was brought up, while they were capable of fighting navy soldiers and holding up their own against their captain, the one thing they seemed to always get petrified of was shots. Those thin, pointed needles pressing into their skin was a horrifying thought. The pain and the uncomfortable feeling of something being injected into their veins and then spreading across their body? Even worse. They started to breathe a little faster, their heart sped up and their hands became sweaty the more they thought about it. They looked at Law and noticed how he was focusing on getting the measurements right for the treatment, but they didn’t want to watch. Taking advantage of the captain’s focus, they slowly stood up and began to back out of the room. When they reached the door, they slowly opened it before they darted out and went to run away from the room they were previously in.

“Sorry, can’t talk now! Don’t tell Law where I’m going!” They yelled at their fellow cremates as they darted into the strange room and looked around at all of the crates. They finally decided on one in the back and moved to sit behind it and make themselves comfortable for now. They hoped that this would be enough to get the doctor’s attention off of them, but of course it wouldn’t be. From the hallway outside, he could hear a frustrated voice and some terrified shouting.

“T-they went in there!” Someone squeaked, they could even hear their knees shaking together from outside of the room. Law must really be mad to scare a subordinate like that. The door to the storage room opened a second later and footsteps resonated around the room.

“I know you’re in here, come out,” Law stated as he stared right into the corner they were hiding in. Their breath hitched in their throat as they looked back at Law. Just as they felt like they were making eye contact, Law looked away and sighed. “Guess you’re not here,” he said as he walked out. But they knew that Law knew they were there, what was he trying to do right now? They curiously peeked their head out of the corner and were met with Law’s piercing gray eyes. But he didn’t make any move to grab them, instead he just continued on his walk out of the room. Still frightful, they carefully peeled themselves away from the box and crept out of the room and into the dim hallway of the submarine. They looked both ways and saw some of their fellow cremates looking at them fearfully, but they didn’t blame them, after all, they were being pulled into this mess because of them. Sighing, they started to look for another hiding spot on the ship, and it seemed that their next refuge would be with Bepo, the ship’s resident bear. The bear looked over at them in surprise when they suddenly latched onto him. He panicked and tried to pry them away with no avail.

“W-what are you doing?” The poor bear sputtered out.

“I need you to do me a favor and help hide me,” They tiredly mumbled, the bear’s warm fur was slowly lulling them to sleep. Bepo looked surprised but didn’t object the task.

“From who?” He asked.

“Law.”

“What?! No! I can’t do that!”

“Come on, Bepo, for me?” They asked with a small pout on their face. Bepo looked down at them and sighed, he had a hard time saying no to people, and his weak will made it that much easier.

“…ok,” He reluctantly said. They grinned and hugged the bear even tighter.

“Yay! Thank you, Bepo!” They chirped. With that, they and the accomplice Bepo went to venture out to find a hiding spot where Law wouldn’t find them. Not being so bright, they both decided that the most predictable place would be the place he would least expect, and that place happened to be the cafeteria. Bepo sat near a corner and they sat right behind him to stay hidden.

“Will this work?” Bepo asked as he started to chew on his soft paws.

“It has to, Law won’t expect this coming,” They confidently stated. Just as they finished speaking, the door opened to reveal their tall captain. His gaze was even more piercing now, he had a stopwatch in his hand and continued to look up from it as he walked around the perimeter of the cafeteria.

“Bepo.” Law began as he approached the bear. Bepo began to sweat and looked up at his captain with a fearful expression which confused the captain, but instead of asking what was wrong, he instead went to state his purpose of being there. “Have you seen them anywhere? I need to give them their shot, it’s getting urgent. They’ll soon go into septic shock if I don’t administer it soon,” he explained as he held up his hand which held a rather large, intimidating syringe in it. Bepo and them both let out a small squeak in surprise but Bepo was quick to cover for them.

“I-I haven’t seen them at all, sir. Maybe they’re somewhere not obvious?” Bepo blurted out. Law rose a brow and they smacked their forehead, of course Bepo was beginning to break.

“Bepo.” Law’s brows furrowed and his eye’s became even sharper, the poor bear began to shake and leaned back against the wall leading to him accidentally smothering his friend. “Are you not telling me something?” Law asked.

“No! Wait, yes, I mean no!” Bepo sputtered out, that only encouraged Law to stare him down even more. “They’re not behind me!” He finally squeaked. Law rolled his eyes and glanced behind the bear and saw that they were being crushed behind the weight of Bepo.

“You can’t hide anymore, I know where you are,” Law stated as he tried to pull them out with his hand.

“No! No! You don’t!” They quickly said. They stood up when Law pulled them, but they were quick to break free and make a run for the door. Law scowled and lifted his hand up.

“Room!” He yelled, he enveloped the cafeteria in a light blue light. “Shambles!” He then said. They gasped and looked around them, they felt this strange coldness on their side, and when they looked over, they noticed that their arm wasn’t attached to their side. Their vision began to dance and slowly became black at the gruesome sight. When they looked at Law, they noticed him pulling out the syringe and quickly and painlessly injecting the medication into their arm. They were stunned, they didn’t know how to react other than pointing over at Law and the arm he was holding.

“T-that’s my — “

“Shambles,” Law said again as he got their arm reattached, he removed the room and scowled down at them. “That was dangerous, that infection could kill you, and on top of that you were running around the ship too?” He was fuming, and they couldn’t help but feel a little bad.

“I’m sorry, I don’t like shots and the syringe you’re holding has a massive needle,” they pointed out, Law was still holding the syringe and didn’t look impressed.

“And I don’t like seeing you infected with algae bloom bacteria. Now go to your room and rest,” Law grumbled as he went to walk back to his office. They watched him walk away and softly smiled, they were already starting to feel better thanks to him.

“Law?” They softly mumbled. “Thank you,” they grinned. Law paused and looked over his shoulder, his cheeks turned a soft pink as he watched them smile. He looked away and huffed.

“Yeah, whatever.” He said as he left the cafeteria before they saw his blush. But oh, they did see it. They smirked and went to walk after the doctor.

“Law? I know where you are!” they teased before another pursuit began.

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You found me

Summary: It's been five year since what happened. David and I have been married for four years and we have two daughters with another on the way. When we went to spend Thanksgiving with my family David told me a man that he helped put away had escape. He said that the man Jack Daniels swore to take away from David that was taken from him. Which happens to be his family.

It has been almost three months since Jack took me. I have gotten a baby bump. Of course Jack refuses to take me anywhere to check on the baby. I was sitting in bed with my back against the headboard as I started to rub my belly. That’s when I could hear knocking on the door. “Jack?” I asked. But I didn’t hear a response as the knocking continued. “Alright I’m coming.” I said as I got from the bed and made my way to the door. As I walked to the door the knocking got faster. “Calm down I’m coming.” I said. I got to the door and opened it. On the other side of the door was a middle age woman. I was very confused. Why would someone be out in the middle of nowhere? “Can I help you?” I asked. “Hi sweetie is the man of the house home?” The woman asked. “No he’s not.” I said. “Do you know when he will be back?” The woman asked as she started to look around outside. “No I don’t I’m sorry. Do you need help with something?” I asked. “Oh no sweetie I don’t but do you?” The woman asked. My heart started to beat faster. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m fine.” I said. “Is your name Y/n Loki sweetie?” The woman asked. I quickly shook my head thinking that this had to be some sort of test that Jack was putting me through. “It’s okay sweetie you can tell me. I saw that man who took you in town. I had a bad feeling as my son was able to follow him here without him noticing. Please sweetie we don’t have a lot of time. Do it for your baby.” The woman said. I quickly nodded my head yes. “Yes my name is Y/n Loki.” I said. The woman put a hand to her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “Come on sweetie we need to leave now.” The woman said as she grabbed my hand pulling me out of the house. We quickly rushed out the house and to her car. I got into the passenger seat as the woman quickly got in and started her car. She quickly sped away from the house as she pulled out her phone and called 911. “Hi my name is Rose Tyler and I found Y/n Loki. She’s fine. She’s with me now and I’m taking her to the nearest hospital. No the man wasn’t with her. She didn’t know where he is.” Rose said. Tears started to roll down my face as I put a hand on my stomach. “It was a house in the woods near Scranton I don’t know the exact location. Okay thank you.” Rose said as she hung up the phone. “Thank you.” I said crying. “Would you like to call your husband?” Rose asked. “Can I?” I asked. “Of course sweetie.” Rose said as she handed me her phone. My hands were shaking so bad as I dialed David’s number. When I brought the phone to my ear my heart started to race. “This is Detective Loki.” David said. “David? Baby?” I asked with a shaky voice. “Honey.” David said completely in shock. “I’m okay baby. I love you. I love you so much. I’ve missed you and my girls so much.” I said breaking down. “Where are you honey I’m coming to get you.” David said as he also started crying. “I’m being taken to a hospital in Scranton.” I said. “I’m on my way baby. I’ll get some cops to meet you there and make sure he doesn’t try to take you away again.” David said. “Hurry baby please. I’m so afraid he’ll hunt me down.” I said. “I’m coming as fast as I can. I love you so much honey.” David said. “I love you two.” I said. “I’ll see you soon honey.” David said then hung up. The phone slipped from my hands and fell into my lap as I brought my hands to my face sobbing. I felt a hand on my leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be okay sweetie.” Rose said.

The rest of the ride to the hospital was quiet. When we got to the hospital we were met with six police cars. Once Rose parked five officers came up to the car to escort into the building. I went over to Rose and pulled her into a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” I said crying. “Oh you are welcome sweetie.” Rose said hugging me back. “Mrs. Loki we need to get you inside.” One of the officers said. I nodded and pulled away from Rose. “You take care of yourself and this little one.” Rose said. “I will.” I said. “Come on Mrs. Loki.” The officers said as he put his hand on the small of my back.

I was taken to the emergency room. Some officers guarded all of the entrances. They quickly brought me back to a room and two officers was guarded the door. A nurse came into my room and started an IV then left. After the nurse left a doctor came into the room to check on me then told me what kind of test that they were going to run. But the first thing that wanted to do was an ultrasound to check on the baby. I thanked them and the doctor nodded the left the room. I finally felt that I could let out a breath of relief. But it was quickly ruined by the sounds of yelling and gunshots. I shot out of the bed as I grabbed the IV pole rushing to go lock the door. As soon as I put my hands on the door to lock it the door was flung open and Jack was on the other side. “You have caused me a lot of problems today darling.” Jack said as he walked into the room making me back into room. “It’s all over.” I said as tears filled my eyes. “This is over when I say it’s over.” Jack said as he grabbed me by the neck pulling me towards. “Please stop.” I said as I clawed at his hands. “Get your hands off of her.” I heard a familiar voice said. I knew that voice. That was the voice of my husband. Jack quickly turned around pulling me with him and held me in front of him pointing a gun to my head and David along with another officer had their guns pointed at us. “I’ll kill her.” Jack said as the griped on my neck tighten. “I’m going to ask one more drop it.” David said. “No I’m going to make you feel what I felt when you took my wife from me.” Jack said. “I know where they are. If you let her go you can see them.” David said. “You’re lying.” Jack said. “No I’m not. They’re on the way here right now.” David said. “Lies.” Jack said. “I can call them to prove it to you.” David said as he pulled his phone and dialed a number putting on speaker. “Detective?” A female voice asked. “Hazel?” Jack asked as his voice broke. “Jack baby please let the detective wife go. The kids and I will be there in ten minutes. But we can only see you if you let her go.” Hazel said. I felt his griped in my neck as he let me go. The other officers rushed into the room and handcuffed Jack. The officer took Jack out of my room. David ran over to me wrapping his arms around me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I cried into his shoulder. “I’ve got you. I got you.” David said as he started to give me quick kisses on my lips than around my face. “I love you. I love you so much.” I said. David scooped me up into his arms carrying me over to the bed. David laid down in bed and got in laying down beside me. “Where are the girls?” I asked. “They are with your parents. Let’s get you checked out first then I’ll call them to bring the girls in.” David said. “I’m so sorry.” I said. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Do you hear me none of this is your fault.” David said as he kissed me.

It was about ten minutes later when a nurse came into the room with an ultrasound. David got out of the bed and sat down in the chair next to my bed. “You ready to check on your baby mama?” The nurse asked giving us a small smile. “Yeah.” I said. The nurse pulled the blanket over my legs stopping at my hips and rolled up my hospital grown. She put some of the gel on my stomach that was when David grabbed my hand. She put the wand on my stomach and started to move it around my stomach. Then the sound of our baby’s heartbeat. “You’re baby girl has a strong heartbeat.” The nurse said. “It’s a girl?” David asked. “Yes sir you. Oh it looks like you are expecting twins.” The nurse said. “What?” I asked. “You didn’t know?” The nurse asked. “I’m not having twins. I was only pregnant with one baby not two.” I said. “I’m seeing two babies. I’ll bring the doctor in the find the date of inception.” The nurse said as she took the wand off of my stomach then wiped away the leftover gel. I pulled down my grown as the nurse wheeled out of the ultrasound closing the door. “This can’t be happening.” I said as I started to cry. “It’s okay honey.” David said as he leaned forward putting a hand in my hair as he started to stork my hair. “No it’s not. I can’t be pregnant with twins. I can’t.” I said “Why not honey?” David asked. “I’m so afraid that one of them is his.” I said sobbing.

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The Lovestruck~Chapter 11

(5 December Sunday)

10:30 am

Sunday, your favorite day from the week where you sleep till noon without worrying about your college and your mom nagging you to get up early. However, here you are at the Café, standing behind the counter with Rose and Ria beside you staring at the person which you three have been longing to meet.

Song Joongki, AKA The Big Boss, your favorite actor was seated by the window table filming his advertisement as today was the D-DAY.

"O my god! He's so handsome in person!" Ria exclaimed, squealing while linking her arms around yours and you also smiled squealing silently whilst nodding at her remark.

"Thank you so much Rose for letting me be here to witness this wonderful scene." She clasped her hands staring at him with sparkling eyes and Rose chuckled at her while you rolled your eyes at her dramatic acting.

"In that case, you should thank your best friend as she was the one who requested for you." Rose smiled pointing with her chin to you and you gave your bestfriend a smug grin as she glanced at you.

"Y/n, you are the best!" She side hugged you and you cringed at her behavior before she looked at you still holding you.

"I'll always be at your service." She gave a cute smile causing you smirk as you looked at her and Ria got the message as she let go of you standing straight.

"Are you sure?"

"Okay, I take that back."

"No, you can't. You'll be at my service." You smirked folding your arms to your chest and she sighed defeated while rose giggled at you both.

Meanwhile, Baekhyun who had his back leaned against the counter watching you smiling and squealing at the man wasn't liking it a bit. He folded his arms to his chest while squinting eyes at him feeling frustrated at the sight, at the same time unknown and confused to this new sensation he was feeling.

"What so great about him?" He muttered annoyed and wondering why didn't he just skip today but couldn't as he wanted to see you, god knows why.

"I know right."

He jumped by the sudden voice beside him and tilted his head to the side to see Jack eyeing Song Joongki then to Rose making Baekhyun smirk at his jealous state not realizing he was feeling same.

"Oh! He is looking here!" Rose jolted making both males head whipped towards them.

"OMG!"

You and Ria squealed together as his eyes roamed around then stopping at the counter and he looked at Rose smilingly then to Ria who almost screamed as she squeezed your arm and lastly to you making your heart skip a beat.

You snapped out and were about to smile back but a broad back came in to your sight preventing you to do it as your tiny figure hid behind.

"What are you doing?" You tilted your head to look at Baekhyun frowning as he looked over his shoulder to see your puzzled face before he looked at Rose and Ria who were staring at him with the same expression as yours.

"Oh, Jack and I wanted to drink coffee." He answered proceeding to get the cups and you three nodded as he walked away from there with a satisfied grin on his face as if he won a mission.

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11:32 am

It's been half an hour since the shoot ended and everybody went home except Ria and Jack. Rose and Jack had to discuss something related to contract so they were seated at the corner table whilst you and Ria were were sitting beside each other with Baekhyun across of you by the window.

"This picture came out so good!" Ria exclaimed staring at the picture which you three fangirls took with Song Joongki earlier before uploading it on her Instagram.

Ria took a sip of her coffee before glancing at Baekhyun who was staring at you without you knowing causing Ria's lips to curve into a smirk as her ship was sailing.

"Baekhyun sunbae?"

Baekhyun's head instantly jolted towards her and you also looked at her before she broke out in a shy grin.

"I wanted to ask if I can add you on my insta so I can tag you?" She asked hesitantly which you could see in her eyes causing you look at Baekhyun expectantly.

"Sure." Baekhyun immediately answered fishing out his phone and you smiled as you saw your bestfriend smiling in relief as you remembered how she awkward she got when locked eyes with him but seeing them getting along well, you felt happy.

"Y/n, tell me yours too." Baekhyun asked snapping you out of your trance and you looked at him with doe eyes.

"I will send her username to you but you won't find anything interesting since she just likes to explore." Ria told nonchalantly and you shot a glare at her.

"You know what's more interesting?" You uttered lowly gritting your teeth as she glanced at you. "My punch."

Baekhyun chuckled lowly shaking his head while Ria ignored your warning and shifted her eyes back to her phone screen.

"Woah y/n!" She exclaimed making you and Baekhyun flinch by her loud tone before she pushed her phone infront of you.

"Look at the comments." She scrolled through the comments. "So many guys are asking about you saying you are so pretty."

"The girl with the ponytail looks cute." Ria read the comment loud enough for Baekhyun to hear which she purposely wanted him to hear it.

Hearing this, Baekhyun's eyes widen as he immediately sat straight with his fingers gripping the coffee mug tightly as a sudden rage rushed inside him.

Your eyes widened hearing upon that and you don't know why, you immediately looked at Baekhyun who was already staring at you but then looked away before you glanced back at Ria with a dirty face.

"Block him." You spat before taking a sip of your orange juice and Baekhyun looked back at you before looking away as a smile crept on his lips which got unnoticed by you.

"You're just allergic to compliments." She retorted rolling her eyes before her phone buzzed and she excused herself out to answer the call leaving you and Baekhyun alone.

A silence followed between which you both found comfortable with stealing glances at eachother before Baekhyun decided to break it.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Your head jerked up at him and you nodded giving him sheepish grin. "Yes, and I'm sorry for sleeping in the midst of talking."

He chuckled shaking his head. "No worries, at least you slept well."

You smiled. "Thanks to you, but I really don't do that though."

He hummed nodding. "But you did it to me."

"I said sorry though." You mumbled feeling guilty with your lips forming into a pout without you knowing and Baekhyun smiled at how cute you looked.

He laughed lightly. "I'm kidding, just teasing you."

You looked at him frowning. "You're always teasing me."

He just shrugged grinning cutely. "I can't help it, You're fun to tease with."

You sniffled before looking away from him wondering if he's like that to every girl and that thought somewhat made you feel weird inside.

"Are you going home alone? Should I give you a ride?"

You snapped out and looked at Baekhyun who was giving you a question look before you shook your head.

"No, it's alright. Ria and I are going to my home since we have a doctors appointment for dan."

He nodded. "Yeah, he told me."

You brows knitted. "He told you?"

"Eung, I called him to ask about his foot and he told me."

"Wait, so you have dan's number? Since when?"

"Since the day we met." He replied nonchalantly.

You leaned back on your chair amazed. "It's strange how he's took a liking to you this instant which is new to me, I don't even know why he likes you so much."

"Why don't you find out then?" He leaned forward placing his arms on the chair staring at you with a teasing smile causing your heart skip a beat before you bit your lip, letting out a out a nervous laugh.

"What's taking her so long?" You shifted your eyes outside, taking a sip from your orange juice calming your heart and Baekhyun couldn't help but smile at your flustered state as you seemed adorable yet innocent.

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8:36 pm

"So, how is it going?" Jongdae questioned Baekhyun who's eyes were glued to the TV screen and the remote control in his hand as he was having a duel with sehun.

His brows arched. "Hm? What are you talking about?"

"Hyung, he meant your girl." Sehun intruded earning a glare from the latter and Jongdae nodded.

"She is not my girl, how many times I have told you and there's nothing going on. We're just friends." Baekhyun told them eyes still glued on the screen with his fingers taping the controller rapidly.

"Are you sure you both are just friends? Then can I talk to her? She seems cute though." Jongin wriggled his eyebrows getting a smack in return causing him wince in pain as he rubbed his arm while pouting.

"Why are you hitting him?" Junmyeon sat opposite of him drinking his water. "We're just asking what we see."

Baekhyun's brows knitted. "What do you mean? What do you see?"

"That how you're always smiling when you come back from work." Minseok remarked causing Baekhyun to tilt his head to him confused then back to the game.

"What's so surprising about that? Ain't I always like that?"

"You are but around us." Chanyeol uttered out of nowhere giving the latter scare before he plopped himself beside him staring at him.

"We have never seen you this open to any girl not even Somi, you know." He added getting Baekhyun's attention but he couldn't utter anything as he felt himself thinking about it.

"Okay, leave that. Tell me how's she like?" Yixing spoke making Baekhyun look at him perplexed.

"I mean, we have seen her but we've never really talked to her. So how's she like?" He added and Baekhyun somehow felt a little nervous for the first time talking about you.

He sighed licking his lips. "At first I thought that she's just an ordinary girl who's my co-worker, but when we started talking I got to know how innocent and pure she is."

"More than that her mind is so beautiful." He trailed off his lips forming into a smile. "She's like way different and down to earth girl."

"Oohhhh~~" Boys chorused together making the latter groan in annoyance and regretting telling them.

"Lover boy is in love!" Jongdae exclaimed loudly and baekhyun threw a glare at him before shaking his head while shifting his eyes to the game.

"Honestly, I don't know if it's really that feeling or just attraction." He rolled his tongue over his lips and the boys nodded, understanding his confusion.

"Figure it out before it's too late." Everyone turned their head to Kyungsoo who spoke the most important thing and Baekhyun sighed nodding.

"YESSS! I WON!" Sehun exclaimed making everyone startle by his outburst before Baekhyun's jaw dropped at the sight of him losing.

"NOOO!"

"Heol! Daebak! Baekhyunee hyung lost first time because of a girl!" Jongin yelled laughing getting a pillow thrown on his face by Baekhyun.

"Shut up!"

"Achoo!" You groaned sniffling before proceeding your way to the kitchen. "Who the hell is bad-mouthing me?"

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Brother Dearest Pt 34

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“James, could you hand me the pliers?” The cold handles should have tapped your hand by now or at least the scent of your fiancé who was just beside you admiring the efforts you were putting into getting their precious record player back up and running to dip into the collection of records. “James?” You asked looking up finding yourself now on your feet back in the barracks of that hospital where you had been forced into pretending to be Eddie’s brother. Onto your feet you stood and turned around seeing the other nurses readying the empty beds and stations for any possible injured soldiers.

The cocking of a pair of guns however turned your head to the words, “Lookie here, a little jack rabbit.” Swallowing dryly you stepped back and in the firing of the guns held by both sneering Bucky in his uniform and Steve in his Captain costume your hands rose from your sides drawing a pair of beds to morph together as a shield with blankets freed. Mattresses were lost to the cold tile floor now coated in the rubble of an explosion. Panting hard your body shivered under the cover of wildly flapping blankets and a heavier weight above the sheets engulfing your head and shoulders the scent of smoke and the distinct aftermath of grenades mingled with still burning flames. Around you walls exploding from the blasts collapsed to the sound of marching and engines soaring above and driving nearer to the smoldering base hospital.

Over that however louder and louder you could hear the sounds of the nurse who had kept such a close watch on you shouting over the engines to the sound of soldiers trying to drag her away, “You have to keep looking! She’s in there! Bunny! Bunny! You have to find her!” The building however collapsed all around you and was reduced to piles of broken glass, split burnt stones and warped metal with none else able to be heard other than those shouts for your rescue.

Finally able to unclench your eyes and above the floor in the kitchen on your floor you found yourself falling underneath your sheets and comforter. Just a foot to the floor at your hands extending flat beneath you in a hover you stopped with the blankets engulfing your panting self trembling in a drop of your knees to hold you. Again you had the dream, ending with those same shouts, though Bucky and Steve were new, yet not unexpected as this was around the time of year you’d crossed paths with your brother at that show. Smoothing your hands over your face the shaking was all the more noticeable to you remembering just why they had given you that medal.

Fifteen nurses in all and yourself, the youngest of the bunch with a single one who had claimed you looked so similar to her baby sister she’d left at home. Her and one other had been found alive once the Germans were through with their sport, both mangled and brutalized like the others both screaming for the soldiers hoping to take them to be healed to stop and find you. They knew what you must be facing if they didn’t, if they couldn’t, and their minds kept imagining more. There was a record you were shown of the details of that inspection of the ruined hospital, what those women suffered, their pleas to have the soldiers keep searching haunting those men as well who had shared accounts with the army Doctors.

A child lost to war imagined dead or enslaved by enemy forces to what terrible end. Two out of fifteen alive left to fear and dread what became of the lost little girl laid in wait until the men were asleep then ended their own suffering with borrowed pistols. Adding themselves to two more pine boxes flown home with daughters unwelcoming for open caskets, a flight delayed when remaining limbs and features taken as inhumane trophies from enemy forces gunned down were discovered and added to the caskets joining the numbers of fallen soldiers.

Among the tasks and photos taken in the separation from the brothers after the return to Canada was one where you had met the parents of the two found nurses who alerted the forces of your imagined fate. Parents who celebrated the news of your discovery among the soldiers with your brother, wounded and promoted to an officer’s rank, a rank the military upheld due to the alternative. Pure glee you weren’t captured, that one of their nurses had survived, a new patch of a historic degree was an easy gift compared to another pine box for a young orphan with no one to receive it. That was your weight, those nurses all honored in their falls as protecting the youngest, telling you to run, a half truth you had upheld remembering that report of their screams. They saved you, that was your gift of kindness for those parents unable to welcome their little girls home safe again. In your purse you kept their pictures gifted to you to never forget the women lost adding to the weight of your good name.

Turned from the bathroom on a midnight trip James in the light from the door eyed the stripped empty bed making him look around the room with heart giving a heavy thud, “Jaqi,” he whispered, “Darling?” unable to crack his voice louder mentally he reached out still feeling you at home asking, “Where’d you go?”

Whimpering back you replied, “In the kitchen,”

“Ki-,” exhaling sharply at your weak tone he hastened to meet you there wondering if you’d gone for tea and if so how you’d managed it with all the sheets so fast. Quiet as he could manage to not startle Venom he went on his toes across the cold floor to the kitchen where once past the sitting room he eyed you rising to your feet in the bundle of sheets and comforter. Hands outstretched to help you up and look you over asking, “What’s wrong?”

Shaking your head you said, “I don’t know how I got here.”

“What do you mean?” He asked brushing your curls from your face with hands lowering to circle your coated back drawing you closer to his bare chest. You shook your head, “Had a dream, the one at the hospital,”

“You were making beds when it collapsed again?”

“I,” your head shook and you wet your lips, “I asked you for pliers, I was sitting on a chair that vanished, I thought I was fixing the record player. But guns cocked, and I stood and turned, Bucky and Steve had the guns at me,” his brows fought not to clench feeling your nerves still on edge. “And I pulled beds in front of me, then I heard the nurses shouting to soldiers pulling them away to find me, and I woke up.” Out from the covers your hand pointed upwards lifting his gaze to the shimmering cloud of silver and blue fading, “Falling, from there.”

“That,” his brows furrowed in his shift around you with eyes still aimed upwards, “So,” he huffed shifting to be in front of you again with a comforting place of hands on your shoulders, “You can, teleport.”

“I don’t even know how I did it.” You squeaked out.

“Well, just like your mirroring my claws, that came out in your sleep.”

“Great, so I can teleport myself into the street middle of the night.”

“That won’t happen”

“If you ever wake up cold and alone you’ll know where to find me.”

He scoffed, “Your dream, you moved the beds and what did you think of? Best you can remember?”

“Spoons, I, I wanted spoons.”

Turning his head he smirked nodding his head at the open silverware drawers, “Spoons,” up again his hand moved cupping your cheek shifting your eyes to his, “I love you, come back to bed?” With a nod you leaned into the warm kiss he hoped might calm your trembling. “I’ll help you make the bed up again and I’ll hold you. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think I could forget their faces even without the pictures. I really thought someone might have helped them too.”

James hugged you as you reached the bed having brushed his arms under the covers to pull you into his chest, “We all did. I’m so sorry we weren’t there for that meeting.”

“I knew it would be bad, if I would have been split from Eddie, but, not pieces and trophies. Even animals don’t do that.”

“No they don’t,” he hummed tightening his grip on you.

“Don’t know why I saw the guys there.”

James smirked saying, “Maybe you saw their picture in the library earlier, We all know how much we’d like to see them filled with spoons like screaming porcupines.” Making you giggle and in his pull back move to remake the bed to bring you right back to his arms underneath those same covers pressing a kiss to your forehead in the start of a story of your favorite constellations he used to help lull you back to sleep on bad nights you woke to nightmares.

“Oof,” into James’ back you bumped in a turn inside your closet making him chuckle in his former try to fashion the bow around your back on the ribbon belt to cover the seam on the waist of the flowing mint dress reaching your knees with ribbon ended sleeves reaching just above the elbow. “Sorry,”

“No apologies,” a couple more slips of the ribbon and he grinned at his work adoring his times in the morning helping you to get ready, kneeling with the bow completed and hands raised to guide your turn to help you into the black heels to match the ribbon he secured. Peppering sweet kisses on each knee tailed by a warm lingering kiss on your lips enabling him to tangle you in his arms again, “Timeless as always, Darling,” his eyes traveled to your loose curls, “Down today?”

“Might just pin a side back,”

“I’ll help you,” That had you giggling and going with him to the bathroom mirror where he claimed your comb to ease the tight curls of yours a bit looser while you found a couple pins.

“This how men were back in your youth?”

Lowly he chuckled humming by your ear in a move to steal a kiss on your cheek, “Back in the days of those corsets and gowns you asked me if I missed, when the servants were scarce it was the husband’s job to assist dressing his wife. Numerous buttons and laces to adjust.” Again he kissed your cheek, “And no, should it cost me time with you no, I wouldn’t wish to return back to that time. I very much enjoy our morning routine. Do you?”

His eyes met yours and smiles spread to your sheepish nod earning another sweet kiss on your cheek, “Very much. What do you think would happen to this time if we would have one in a crib and one on the way?”

Again he chuckled humming, “Babies love schedules. Teddy is a lovely baby, no doubt ours will be just as mellow. I’ll make certain we have our mornings no matter how many munchkins we have.”

“Hmm, what about ten? Even then?”

Chuckling again he turned your chin to plant his lips on yours, “More munchkins the better, then Vic will no doubt be involved. No nannies needed for our little family. Our little morning routines may grow more crowded but I will always spare some time with just you, my Darling.”

“Sometimes I wish I could stop time, stay with you in a little bubble.”

“No you don’t. I know the feeling, but you don’t. And you never want to go back, because you can’t change things, you can’t freeze a moment, because the longer you stay there the more it will hurt.”

“You’re getting that look again,”

Shaking his head he tapped his nose on either side of yours, “We spent decades hiding in our memories. It doesn’t help, only hurts. The most painful thing is when you never said goodbye, never closed that book, almost like you’re trapped even when you try to let go until someone shakes you loose somehow. Change is terrifying, but we’ll be here, and we’ll face it together.” Sweetly he kissed you on the lips melting into the kiss you rose up a bit more to deepen it, then he hummed, “Us and our own little army, joined with however many squishy can supply,” making you giggle softly.

“Am I pushing too hard, with Kitty?”

Shaking his head he cupped your cheek staring sentimentally into your eyes, “He about shoved me off a cliff to be brave enough to hold your hand, and you were the one to demand we date and steal a kiss on top of that. What you might feel as a push is a gentle poke. I think he could have fun with a movie star. Breathe some life in his sails again, he’s already swooning, does favor blondes. Had you hurt his feelings I’d have let you know. So you go on ahead and keep befriending young miss Norma Jeane because her pulse picks up around him. We’ll need some of your magic to pull this mission off.”

You giggled saying, “Young Miss? I can’t be a year older than her.”

Again he kissed your lips, “All the more reason for you to be best friends. Young dears out in this rough city breaking rules and claiming names for yourselves. Need as many allies as you can get.”

Downstairs the doorbell rang and you stole another kiss then turned still in his arms to add your lipstick you blotted to be worn down more to the sound of Eddie’s hurrying to welcome the early guest inside. “She’s early,”

James chuckled claiming your hand for the walk down, “Maybe she’s hungry.” Grinning wider to the sound of footsteps following the racing paws of the dogs going down, “Subtle,” he muttered to you making you giggle again and spot Victor slowing once he reached your floor smoothing his hands over the buttons on his shirt. “Norma must have smelled Eddie’s cooking.”

Victor rumbled back, “I’ll get on the coffee.” You both nodded then grinned to his back following him to the stairs only for him to rumble, “I can feel you smirking.”

“I am merely adoring Olive’s excited waddle,” at the base of that flight of steps he turned for the next and you smiled at him in his brow ticking up at you, “You can’t say it isn’t adorable.”

“You’re plotting something,” he rumbled in the two steps you took closer.

“I’m always plotting something, whoever said I could be the voice of reason in our group of daredevils obviously doesn’t pay attention to my actions. I’m the hot headed one.”

Victor chortled, “You are not hot headed in the least. Mastermind if anything. And you, Pipsqueak, are just getting warmed up.”

“Keep encouraging me and there’s no telling what I may get up to.”

James hummed leaning in to kiss your cheek, “Whole point Darling. Let’s start a revolution.” You rolled your eyes to Victor’s chuckling turn to continue going down the stairs.

“Oh this is just so splendid,” you could hear Norma Jeane saying on her way to the kitchen, “Oh how precious!” Clearly meant for Teddy who Eddie named for her.

Dawn said in the hanging up of a coat, “You look lovely,”

“Thank you, I am terribly sorry for being so early, only they said it might rain later, and I didn’t buy an umbrella,”

You all came into sight turning her around with a grin and eyes darting between you and Victor who nodded his head to her, “Morning Miss Norma, coffee?”

“Ooh, I do enjoy a nice cup of coffee.” She said shifting watching his path to the stove for the water to boil before turning to the ground coffee and the pump contraption he favored using from his travels for a finer cup of coffee you still couldn’t stand the taste of. A much finer job of concocting the brew for the men here as you and Dawn used the boiling water left for your morning tea to go with your juice.

James said, “Well we’ve plenty umbrellas if you need one, tend to hoard them, never can walk away from an umbrella sale.”

Lastly her eyes shifted to the last to speak, her silent friend, grinning as you finally spoke to ask, “Hungry?” Her lips parted as if to protest and you said, “I should warn you, no woman goes hungry here, figures be damned,” making her grin creep wider, “Besides, no telling how long Miss Margaret will keep us on our feet today.”

On her feet she turned accepting your arm looping through hers to guide her to the table where she grinned at being helped into the conversation around her, Eddie grinned pouring the pancakes from the batter he had mixed, “Apparently Dave got these awful tickets to this fight today and I somehow got pulled along.”

James, “How awful we talking?” Setting the table for everyone including Norma not used to seeing guys handle the readying as Dawn continued to feed Teddy.

Eddie, “Apparently the guy is scraping the bottom of the barrel for fights, well under his weight class for his height and now he’s gone and paid for a chance for the third best fighter who has a habit of breaking faces. Fool’s gone and trashed his career before he’s even had one.”

Victor said, “He not eating by choice or for funds?”

Eddie, “Funds, sounds like. Owes some up tops and is trying to scratch up some dough by bumping the match.”

Dawn, “You can’t be serious, he’s paid to fight a high ranked fighter beat him out of a match?”

Victor shook his head, “Got to be a hefty payday for that beating, been there.”

James chortled, “Oh ya, like the time you got paid to track down that mule and came back with a split face.”

Victor turned pumping his tube of coffee saying, “Hey, I would have caught that mule hours earlier if that goose wouldn’t have spooked him. Not any worse than your saying you could find that bear.”

James replied, “I found the bear.”

Victor chortled, “Ya, then we found you butt naked down to your boots the next morning walking back to town,” spreading giggles around the table as James clicked his tongue at his brother trading embarrassing tales of his own in revenge.

James nodded, “Like I said, found the bear.” Looking to Eddie he said, “What’d third chair guy do to be taking bribes to fight?”

Eddie smirked saying, “Took a low punch to the kidneys his last try at a title match and pissed himself.” Drawing chortles from the brothers, “Trying to beef up his reputation.”

Victor nodded replying sarcastically, “Oh ya, fighting an underfed thoroughbred, bound to get him that belt after his bladder purge.”

James, “Don’t know why he feels the need to stoop, hit anyone in the kidneys hard enough they’ll empty their bladder.”

Looking to Norma Jeane you asked, “Have you seen boxing matches before?”

She shook her head, “No, I hear they can be brutal.”

“Only heard about them, and we had two boxers in our troops they liked to share on their favorite fights. One kept bragging about him nearly losing a rib from one.”

Victor chortled, “Oh yes, Tommy was fun, then he got his foot jammed in that storm under a log and was just helpless. So much for those broad shoulders of his.”

Norma Jeane asked, “Do you go to fights often?”

James shook his head, “Not since we were kids. Boxing was a quick hustle to earn some cash.”

Norma Jeane looked the brothers over, “You didn’t want to keep boxing?”

Victor chuckled saying, “You can only take getting hit in the face so many times before a desk job is more appealing. Jimmy’s an Engineer and I’m an Architect.”

James, “Ya, got used to breaking our knuckles in other ways. And when we got punched it was more of a surprise.”

Norma smiled saying, “Wow, you both must have done well back in Canada, out here in New York I can’t imagine anywhere else you could build something.”

Eddie chuckled finishing off the last of the batter, “Oh you’d be surprised how easily people could find room to build. But from what we’ve seen of Canada it’s not so sandwiched. Should see it just miles of green in the spring time, bound to be all golden and red by now.”

“Oh I bet it’s beautiful,” she sighed out, “I grew up mainly in California, not much for seasons near Los Angeles. Even here so far it’s wonderful, when does it start snowing?” She asked excitedly.

Looking to Eddie you said, “November? Late November early December.”

Eddie nodded, “Sounds about right. You planning on being here then?”

In a shrug as he carried the tray of pancakes over she answered, “I don’t rightly know. The company didn’t give me a time to be back, just said to attend some classes. I’m certain if they had something for me to be back for they would call. They know where I am staying, after all they are footing the bill.”

Dawn said, “No doubt if you are still in town Bunny and Eddie could show off the best spots to visit.” Widening her grin.

Food was served out and the conversation continued on all she had plans to do while staying here between her classes a few days a week. Clearing the table was when the bell rang and the guys all led you three to the door with Victor holding Teddy saying, “Have fun ladies. Find something nice.”

James opened the door for you revealing the driver there nodding his head watching as you were helped into your jacket and handed your purse. Eddie helped Dawn pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek after she grabbed her purse from him then he turned with Norma’s coat in hand. She thanked him for help easing it on as James stole a quick kiss from you and joined the guys in watching your group following the driver to the flag bearing car a group of kids had come to crowd around to peek inside. The car was empty and excitedly the kids waved you all off on your way up to Manhattan. Much preferring the subway over this spectacle with pretty much everyone you passed imagining someone from the First Family was inside, a fact proved wrong as Margaret Truman came out of the family apartment and joined you inside with a smile as you all shifted letting her sit between you and Dawn.

“Morning,” she said breaking the silence.

“Sleep well?” you asked and her head tilted slightly.

“Not really, bit of a loud night last night.” She replied.

“Well, Yankees are doing well so far I hear from Eddie. Or at least he heard from the sports desk at the Bugle.”

That had her eyes on you, “We did read those articles about Congressman Farley, he didn’t, we heard he was threatening a woman from Brooklyn, about his son?”

“He tried to, didn’t stay long in our home. I made my point clear to his son who obviously ran to Daddy for some backup.”

She looked you over asking, “The Brooklyn Bugle said his son assaulted a woman at Columbia, and then he went to your house.”

“Brent touched my breast in class and was shown the error of his ways. Following that his father came to our home calling me a whore and tried to threaten us. I didn’t give him much time to explain what threat he was issuing, if he would have me expelled or just to ruin my reputation, I kicked him out and he sped off when he pissed off the block for the slur he kept shouting. I consider the problem dealt with, no need for concern.”

Margaret, “Father was very concerned reading all the differing versions of what had happened. Then he heard Brooklyn, and he knew we had to check on you.”

Smiling at her you replied, “That is very kind. I do happen to be very resilient, not the first time someone has tried to intimidate me.”

Margaret, “No, I can’t imagine it would be.”

“For now, we should focus on the night ahead, on a scale of Coney Island to the Dentist how fun are we talking?”

Her grin inched out again as she giggled out, “Closer to the Dentist. However there is some footage father wanted you to see. Apparently there was a group of directors sent to film different battles and you were in a few. Other than that we will have a lovely meal through talks from various experts. A good few are just dying to get to hear your expert opinion on magnets.”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” you giggled out adding, “More like they want a good argument. Prove me wrong.”

Dawn, “If I can ask why would magnets be a big deal?”

Margaret shrugged, “Oh you never know, inventions and such. That Stark fellow especially might be interested with his flying car.”

Your eyes narrowed a tick as Norma said, “Someone is making a flying car? Oh that sounds complicated.”

“I don’t think magnets would work for that.”

Margaret said, “You never know.”

Norma asked, “How wouldn’t it work?”

“Well, a magnet gets weaker in effect the farther it is from something metallic, so arguably you would still need to be close to the ground or buildings if you manage to get it to climb up buildings too. Even then it could harm the people inside.”

Dawn, “If it fails you mean?”

“Or if it doesn’t, people are essentially magnets themselves, there’s iron in your blood, you put a powerful enough magnet up next to someone it could tear their blood out, stop their hearts, kill their brains which need constant blood flow. Not to mention the effect on their bones from the marrow inside where the blood is created. Arguably you could make a propeller powered platform that the car could hover over but you would be dipping more into aeronautics over magnet power. There would still have to be an engine that wouldn’t be affected by the magnet and fuel with a low enough metal content to not sludge up and clog the pipes.”

Norma Jeane smiled saying, “Wow, and you learned all that in your college classes?”

Looking at her you shook your head, “No, public library. And Eddie used to bring me along to the junkyard before the war, taught me a fair bit on engines.”

Norma Jeane, “How would you build a flying car then?”

To the floor your eyes shifted in thought and you said, “I don’t think we have what I would need. I would probably have to invent what I need first before I could make one. Probably have to have a way to manipulate propellers, but it would need something like a balloon for lift so the air forced out couldn’t hurt other people when it goes to land or take off.”

Dawn cut in saying, “And you would need to think on fuels as well.”

Norma Jeane asked, “Would steam work?”

“Could, though it couldn’t go too high, air gets colder the higher you get and it could freeze even with propellers. Part of how airplanes keep up, oil has a low freezing temperature and the engines pound so hard that it keeps the oil moving. If that was to freeze the engine would stall and fall out of the sky when the propellers stop spinning.”

Dawn, “But if you had a decent insulator for the steam it could work.”

Margaret eyed the street as the car stopped and smiled saying, “We’re here.” The door opened by help of the driver and out you came one at a time with the three behind the First Daughter eyeing the designer shop you had never dreamed of going to before. Two attendants came to open the double doors of the shop surrounded by cameras capturing the latest shopping trip for Margaret.

Inside you went and more attendants flocked to greet your group, all grinning as the doors were locked behind you by the doormen there to ensure the press was kept out. Margaret said, “I am thinking pink,” wandering off with finger aimed to a distant rack taking two attendants with her. The rest split between your group taking a rack at a time. Possible options were shifted to the arms of the attendants.

Each tag making your heart skip a little knowing how each dress you touched could have paid your rent for a year at least with ample for food and utilities. All the same the reminder from the guys had you grabbing a few options while Dawn did the same, choosing colors that might be flattering against yours. Lowly to her and Norma however you muttered, “I am sorry it seems we may be in for a boring night.”

Margaret finally made her way back to your group with a couple racks of choices come to see yours. “Nice choices, ready for the fun part?” She asked guiding you back to the changing rooms where each of you and all together looked over the choices of the others giving comments.

From a few flowing options to tighter ones you seemed to have shared that preference. Though from the mix you ended up choosing the one you thought James might enjoy helping you with the most. Forest green, a bit low in the back below the shoulder blades, sleeveless with a sweetheart top synched at the waist above the extra double layered flap of fabric over your backside and hips adding emphasis to your figure. Almost like an added sleeveless jacket over the skirt, that was simple flaring out at the knee.

Dawn however chose to go with her off the shoulder hugging purple dress to accentuate her figure while she still had it, streamlined to the flare at her knees with a belt around her waist. Off her dress Norma chose a maroon dress with spaghetti traps hugging her perfectly with a slightly tighter skirt than both of yours that she hurried to change out of to inspect the coats on display. While she chose a silk lined white fur coat she squeaked in easing around the hanger of the dress she’d chosen. Dawn’s eyes and hand fell on a white mink shawl she just couldn’t pass on close to a small blanket in size. You however couldn’t pass a grey fox fur shawl shorter than Dawn’s reaching just your waist.

Altogether the price was staggering but with the high profile event a knee weakening half off had you all walking out with a great deal. Norma wrote a check ensuring she’d been given a hefty payday to come and study while keeping up her appearance and wardrobe. For yours and Dawn’s you counted out your bills saved in higher amounts from tips along with some funds withdrawn in case of emergencies when you had hushedly reminded her she’d brought the wrong purse forgetting her checkbook at home. Though for the price anyways she would have needed to have a notice from her bank that Eddie had approved an amount like that for her spending. A plus you imagined for having not married yet, as one day you’d need a signed notice from James to carry in your checkbook he’d soon have full legal control of.

Final total counted out and passed over you smiled to the woman at the register saying, “From my tips and comic book funds.”

The woman gave you a curious smirk, “You read comic books?”

“I own and help design two comic series.”

Margaret sighed out taking hold of her bags, “I wish I had more time to read comics. Father has me focused on fundraisers and charities since the war ended.” Smiling again however she said, “Time for accessories.”

Shoes however surely followed in the next designer shop with purses galore as well to choose from. More attendants came over with ample choices on parade around you all to go with the champagne flutes you were given. Behind Dawn’s back you downed yours after a short while and traded flutes with her making her smirk at your wink allowing her a bit of time to keep the news in family. Half you drained to not have her seen as bubbly crazy with another smiling sip to finish off more of the near gag inducing drink. Shoes however requiring both hands allowed you both to pass over the flutes to inspect a pair closer. Exhaling sharply through a momentary fight not to shiver you caught sight of Norma sneaking another sip of hers she set down to hurry to your side asking about her own choice. “I think these would be lovely.”

“Yes they would.” You said moving to claim your own pair of shoes you surely didn’t need, yet with how hard the attendants were pushing and Margaret’s outright demand that you all had to have special shoes for the occasion. Dark silver pumps matching your fur covering nearly half of the top of your feet snugly in case of steps fitted thanks to the heel of it. Similar in shape to Dawn’s with a strap above the toe of the shoe covering most of the top of her feet in her favorite style in a purple shade to match her dress.

Norma chose red sandal heels and hurried with her hand claiming yours to bring you over to the purses before Margaret could snatch up the best of them. Right off Norma chose a white beaded one with a silver clasp as you eyed a fold over clutch in shimmering velvet the same shade as Dawn’s gown she smiled in accepting once she reached your side, admiring the golden clasp accent on the top flap. Under your arm hers looped and she guided you through to a few choices, on you couldn’t even open until you found a silk forest green clutch with three strips diagonally overlapping across the front, secured with a silver clasp and a golden stringed tassel on the side. “I think this will look good with your dress.”

You nodded peeking inside only to grumble at the price tag making Dawn giggle and say, “You know what James would say.”

“Oh yes I do, and Victor and Eddie, not to mention the Brocks.” She grinned and with bags handed over to attendants you joined Margaret in her inspection of bags, five of which she claimed for her own. Near to a sigh you murmured, “Please slap me if I ever grown that spend happy.”

Smiling at you she whispered back, “The moon would explode first,” luring your grin back out.

The young woman from good standing and good family clearly having no problem with using her position and name to get as much as she wanted burned against everything you stood for. From such harsh beginnings you had vowed never to forget that unending hunger, never to forget what cruelty can come with entitlement of any kind. Above all you had sworn to yourself to be kind, with so much anger and pain tucked away inside of your past you had hoped between bouts of sheer rage at those who were cruel or malicious snapping your final tether of restraint that you could be kind.

Hoarding good or wealth was never your intention, but having some cash on hand was always a benefit especially when you felt the urge to send funds to your cousin or aunt. They had work and ample funds thanks to the Brocks up there, still they were your family and the last of your actual blood. Family was what you were clinging to, perhaps if you could help them succeed and find comfort through their lives this pain from Steve might dwindle, the loss of your parents would never leave but maybe that one word he called you might muffle over time from your memory.

“Bunny,” Dawn muttered and blinking away the mistiness of your prickling eyes you noticed the trembling of the sterling silver lined mirror at your side you stilled with a smile forcing back down that path of mental wandering again.

“Rabbit hole, sorry.” Her hand smoothed along the arm looped in hers.

Softly she asked, “You don’t think Venom would hiss at my coat do you?” That had you giggle behind your lifted hand and she said, “He used to hiss at the mounted heads at my parents’.”

“It was the eyes. Skeptical of marbles, something with his old home. Dangerous to get trapped in.”

“Oh, I suppose I can’t use them for vases then.”

“You can, just glue them down so I can’t break them on accident.” Making her giggle and watch as you smiled and answered one of Margaret’ questions on a pair of bags she was stuck on to go with her new shoes.

With a grin she turned and asked, “Have you decided a major yet?”

“No, though I heard you graduated in the spring with a Bachelor Degree in Arts, well done.”

She smiled, “Yes, thank you. Nearly did not swing it, physical education is a fickle thing. But I passed a swim test and got my credit. Have you signed up for physical education yet?”

“Bowling, next semester, it’s a lawn course and they don’t want to freeze anyone.”

Her lips parted in a widening grin, “My father loves to bowl, keeps talking about building an alley at the White House.” She looked to Norma, who came over with a second bag she was considering, “Have you bowled before?”

Norma, “Bowled, oh, with the pins, no. My foster father talked about taking me when I was young. Always got put off, then the war started. You like to bowl?”

Margaret nodded, “Though I am not as practiced as my father. You, Dawn?”

Dawn chuckled, “Oh, we’re the ones who introduced Bunny and Eddie to it. Our town in Canada has a theater and a bowling alley, big pulls in town, used to make it a bi-weekly thing, have a whole tournament for it. Bunny almost won once.”

You giggled and shook your head, “You are generous, for all my skills in Advanced Mathematics the scoring goes over my head. I needed a split and I lost with a two pin blow against a five pin slammer. I thought my five strikes would have put me ahead but apparently not.” Making the ladies chuckle as you looked at the second purse in Norma’s hand, “Ooh, that’s pretty.”

“I know, pink fake fur, now I just need to find a dress to go with it sometime. My weaknesses, pink and fur.”

“I think mine would be mint, don’t know why, and yellow, I do love a good pop of yellow.”

Dawn asked Margaret, “What are your plans now you’ve graduated?”

She smiled saying, “Singing,”

“Ooh, brave,” you said and she looked at you making you shake your head, “Not against you, I’m terrible with speeches, I can’t imagine singing to strangers. I can manage a lullaby to Teddy or Eddie’s Nephews and Nieces but that’s my line.”

To herself she giggled replying, “I have heard that sentiment often. Though I doubt there will be any expectations beyond me being the best of the best.” She looked you over, “No doubt you were given that weight as well.”

“I doubt anyone expected much from me beyond becoming a housewife. War is over, back home we go.”

Margaret, “One day that will change, perhaps for our daughters.”

“Oh we’ll make it change, whether they like it or not.”

She looked you over asking, “No clue at all for a degree?”

“I was thinking science, maybe math. Just see how far I can get against the current. Apparently Columbia has women requiring a vote to attend graduate courses there.”

“They will vote for you. No doubt about it.”

“Well they’ll have to, I’m going for a Masters, though I will settle for a Doctorate, they will be seeing a great deal of me in the years to come.” Two more bags were rounded up before you all made your ways to the registers where your funds were dwindled even more with the half off bags and shoes. Though to go with the purchases unlike with the gowns the smiling woman behind the counter eased four bottles of Chanel No 5 in their protective boxes into small goody bags joined with a bracelet each, white gold with diamond and grey stones in sideways V’s all around alternating colors to the clasp. With lips parted you watched the boxes they were in closed and added to the goody bag to go with a box of chocolate covered cherry candies.

A call to the security team had Margaret off before her initially offered lunch in her own car while you were all helped into your own car where Norma smiled in dabbing her new fragrance behind her ears making you turn away blinking a few moments for the powerful scent. Certainly distinct, especially the hint of rose and jasmine in there almost had your eyes water. But as you couldn’t bear to wear much past the scent of green apple and honey from your soaps the fate of your bottle was sealed as a gift to Gina and Ambrose, soon to be joined by Dawn’s as the woodier ingredients had her stomach churning. Excitedly home again bags were lifted and with the help of the driver and brothers on the stoop from a walk brought up to be explored as the first of the rain drops began to trickle down.

James’ smile lingered looking you over as if to guess what you had bought, “Have fun?”

“Well, the three of us bought a third of what Miss Margaret bought.”

Victor chuckled and said, “Well she has been on tour recently.”

Lowly to James you whispered, “35 grand, I counted, she dropped without a blink.”

Victor stole a glance your way then focused on the bag that Norma was showing off to him widening his grin at the playful choices before she delved into the shoes available. Dawn crept over saying, “We even got these goody bags, I can’t keep the perfume though. Bit musty,” James looked over the bottle impressed at the elite French brand.

“Eddie’s sisters would love them, was going to send them mine. Anything past soap is-,”

Norma’s squeak had you all looking and grinning at Victor’s near soppy grin at her folding herself in her white mink coat, “Isn’t it just to die for?!”

With a nod he said, “Very chic, certainly will have some heads turning to that alone.” She nipped at her lower lip as he delved more into what he knew on furs.

Though lowly by your ear James hummed, “You bought furs,” using a finger to tug your bag closer making you roll your eyes at his lifting the folding boxes from inside it. The one you tapped he smiled opening and pulling out the grey fox fur shawl. “Now this is wonderful.”

“They had a lot of browns and whites, I liked the grey, and it’s so soft.”

He nodded and smiled at Dawn, “Do we get to peek at yours?”

She nodded and got to showing off her fur and bag and shoes ending with a stolen hug from James in her excitement, surrogate until Eddie got home before her trot off to get Teddy from his pen in the living room fussing from his nap noticing he was alone. Again James chuckled and got to inspecting your shoes and purse, rewarding you with a nice warm kiss and tap of his nose and forehead to yours a moment, “Perfect choices. Do I get to see the dress too?”

“When I hang it up. Thought you might like it, few hints to your old days. Will need help with it.”

“I will love it, you chose it.” Carefully he tucked your things back into their boxes and bags to take up to your room later as you went to go and check on the meal slowly cooking in the kitchen luring him in after you granting beaming Victor and giggling Norma time alone for their chatter to grow.

Pt 35

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need-a-fugue · 4 years

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We Grow Together (11)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Relationships can be tough, especially when one person is a recovering-from-being-brainwashed-and-tortured former assassin and the other is an overworked mutant scientist. But hey, every couple has their struggles. Right?

Warning(s): angst, emotional and mental turmoil… the good stuff

Chapter Summary: Ah, the aftermath... Bucky has to face what he’s done, no matter how painful it might be.

He never does show up at Natasha’s. Not later that day. Not that evening. Not the next morning. By the second afternoon of being held prisoner in Nat’s apartment, Tessa feels like she’s going to explode. Which may be, in part, why she reacted the way she did when Tony stopped by – smashing the creepy British tablet to pieces in front of him. Though that was largely about him uttering the words, “He’s right to stay away,” when she lamented still not having heard from James.

“I’m not saying Tony was right to say that to you,” Natasha states calmly as Tessa continues to angrily pace a rut into the floor in front of her. “I’m just saying that he feels that way because he cares about you.”

She turns on her heel and stares the redhead down, her glare so intense that even the Black Widow is a bit intimidated. But before she can say a word, chide her friend for taking Tony’s side, Clint chimes in from across the room. “I don’t think he was wrong at all, actually,” he says as he nonchalantly tosses some more popcorn into his mouth. “He might’ve said it in an asshole way, because, you know… Tony. But he’s right.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows at her friend, a silent what the hell are you doing? look that she’s surely given him countless times before.

“Come again,” Tessa says with a forced sort of composure as she stands still and places her hands on her hips.

Clint cringes involuntarily at the sound of her worn voice. When he arrived about an hour ago, eager to settle in and watch some movies to “take Tessa’s mind off of things,” as Nat had put it, it took everything in his power to keep from losing his shit.

Natasha had called him that morning to tell him what happened the day before. She’d said that between Steve hovering, Bruce going into full-on doctor mode, and Tony being… Tony, Tessa could use another friend. She’d also told him that, “She looks a little rough, so be nice.” He had expected her to be a bit worse for the wear. Being choked by a super soldier surely would leave a mark. But Nat had been so casual when she said, “She’s fine. Don’t worry,” that he was not at all prepared for what he saw.

He had not expected to see her with burst vessels so bad that almost the entire white of her right eye and a good portion of the left would be blood red. And while he assumed there’d be a nice bruise, he did not expect to see her neck almost completely covered in dark blues, purples, and greens. The raised welts that rose from the colorful backdrop being the size and shape of fingers. And he certainly had not expected to hear that gravelly, rasping sound come from her mouth, nor to see the pained look on her face every time she swallowed or choked out a few words.

He sets down the bowl of popcorn and approaches Tessa, places his hands on her upper arms, and looks her directly in the eye as he says, “He almost killed you.” She jerks herself away and takes a large single step back. He throws up his hands in a gesture of appeasement as he continues. “I’m not saying he meant to do it. But he did it. That’s a lot to deal with, Doc. Hurting someone you love, even if you didn’t mean to, especially if you didn’t mean to and never would have in your right mind… it’s a lot.”

“He happens to be speaking from experience,” Natasha pipes up from her perch on the couch.

“That’s right,” Clint nods, dropping his hands and taking a step closer to Tessa. When she doesn’t make a move to back away, he lifts one hand to her shoulder and ducks his head a bit to capture her downcast gaze. “After Loki’s whole mind fuck, it took me a while, a long while, to come to grips with the fact that I wasn’t to blame for the things that I did. Not entirely, anyway.”

“Not at all,” Natasha corrects from behind.

“But he’s already doing that,” Tessa whines. “That’s what he’s been dealing with since he got here. Learning not to blame himself for what Hydra made him do.”

“Good. That’s good. Then he’ll have a head start on making it through this too.”

Natasha gets up and moves over to the pair. “Steve said that he had a really long therapy session yesterday. So he’s trying to figure things out.”

“But you gotta let it happen at his pace,” Clint says, giving her shoulder a squeeze. When an over-the-top pout comes across her face, he asks her simply, “Do you love him?” She folds her arms across her middle, hugging herself tightly, tightening her grip before nodding. A few fresh tears fall from her eyes. “Then let him take the time he needs.”

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She’s finally released from observation – house arrest, as she and Nat had been calling it – later that evening. Natasha sticks around for a bit after taking her back to her apartment, mostly because she just looks so damn lonely and pathetic. But it’s only a matter of time before Tessa tells her to stop the pity hang and get the hell out. She has to get to bed anyway, there’s a lot to do tomorrow to make up for all of the work that she missed. Nat just rolls her eyes, reminds her that she really only missed one day of work (which isn’t entirely true since she typically works on the weekends too). Plus, Tony already told her to take off this coming week, though he must’ve known that she’d never actually do it.

She does manage to stay clear of the lab the next day, but that’s only because Tony had put it on lockdown to prevent her from entering. But she’s still able to put in a full day in her office, compiling reports and finalizing plans for the new med center at the compound.

The compound… she pulls up the plans for her new apartment – their new apartment – and looks them over once more before signing off on them. James had requested a bigger kitchen. She had asked for a balcony coming off the living room. Tony put a large soaking tub in the hall bath, all so he make a joke about a rusty arm.

They were set to move in at the end of the month. If they were still planning on moving together, that is.

“Fuuuuck,” she moans , dropping her head to the desk with a loud thunk. She lays there for several minutes, enjoying the feel of the smooth, cool wood on her forehead. She can feel a migraine beginning to bloom around her eyes.

All at once, she notices a rather dramatic shift in the energy of the room. She feels the air thrum with a mixture of sorrow and regret, and fear. Amid the terrible pangs of bad energy, she feels him, the signature that is just pure James. Sensing all of it mixed up together is enough to very nearly break her heart. “I can feel you brooding,” she mumbles into the desktop.

She hears him shuffle forward, assumes he was probably looming in the doorway before. “You’re not supposed to be working,” he says softly, his voice sounding so painfully hesitant.

She slowly lifts her head from the desk and watches as his face contorts with an odd mix of shame and rage when he sees her eyes. She threw on a big woolen scarf this morning before heading out, all too aware of how her neck looked. Thankfully, it was 40 degrees outside and she was known for being coldblooded, so no one thought it odd to see her wearing it throughout the day. But she had removed her giant sunglasses once she closed herself in her office.

Taking in the sad, guilty look on his face, she feels a sudden and inexplicable wave of anger roll over her. “Where have you been?” she asks him through gritted teeth.

Again, his face shifts, eyes closing tightly as though he simply can’t bear to look at her. Lips closed in a firm, set line and nostrils flaring as he tries to keep himself together. Hearing her angry, tired, broken rasp is almost too much for him, and all at once he realizes that this was a bad idea. “I’m sorry,” he whispers before turning to head back out the door.

She jumps up from her desk, the crash of her chair against the full boxes lining the wall of her office stopping him in his tracks. “Don’t you dare leave,” she nearly shouts at him. She’s not entirely sure where the anger is coming from – she may have been feeling it all along – but it’s certainly bubbling to the surface now. “Where were you?” She asks again, barely controlled rage lacing the carefully uttered words.

He doesn’t turn to face her when he says again, “I’m sorry,” this time louder.

“Stop saying that,” she tells him firmly. “Where were you?”

He takes a deep breath. “I just needed… I was at Steve’s,” he says finally.

“Well I was in a hospital bed on the med floor,” she says, voice full of hostility. He winces as she speaks. “I was hurt.”

His shoulders drop even lower, eyes pointed down, concealed by the dark hair draped over his face. “I know.”

She shakes her head and moves to wipe a few stray tears that had only just begun to fall from her eyes. “I needed you,” she says plainly, as though that should be more than enough to make him see. “I was hurt. And scared. And I needed you. And you weren’t there.”

He turns then, not quite believing what he’s hearing. “You were hurt and scared because I hurt and scared you,” he says, a hint of anger now in his voice too.

“You didn’t mean to –”

“That’s not the point!”

“Yes it is!” Her words are barely audible, her voice giving out and cracking as she tries to shout. When she opens her mouth again, the words come out as a mere whisper. “I needed you.”

They stand in silence for what seems like an eternity, neither looking at the other. Some chatter can be heard from down the hall, so Tessa walks over, pressing herself against Bucky as she leans past him to shut the door. Before she can get back to her desk, he makes a move to grasp her hand. Realizing at the last moment that it’s his metal hand trying to take hold of her, he lets her fingers drop. “I’m sorry,” he breathes out into the small space between them.

She looks down and sees him open and close the metal fist repeatedly. “I don’t want you to be sorry,” she tells him. “I just want you to be with me.”

His lets out a shuddering breath when he says, “I don’t know if I can.”

She reaches down and takes hold of his hand, peels the metal fingers apart so it’s no longer tightly fisted. He makes a move to pull away when she brings the hand up to her face, but relents when she grasps his wrist with her other hand as well. “You can,” she says before kissing his open palm.

He watches her closely, watches as she kisses each one of his metal fingertips, slowly, softly. He can feel the warmth of her hands on his wrist, the slight pressure of her lips on his fingers. “Stop it,” he says finally, harshly tugging his hand from her grasp.

She looks up and they meet eyes for the first time in what feels like forever. He’s never seen eyes so red. With blood pooled into the whites like that, she looks like some sort of B-movie zombie. His gaze travels over her face and he takes note of the other sparsely spaced red marks that pepper her skin, more tiny broken vessels. He brings his right hand up to touch one near her temple, the mark thin and windy, tracing the line of the capillary.

Then he lets his hand drift down to her cheek, her chin, to the very top of the woolen scarf. His fingertips work their way under the fabric and begin to tug it down. She closes her eyes and reclines her head back so that he can better see the bruising beneath. “I could’ve killed you,” he nearly sobs.

She reaches up and removes his hand, replaces the scarf and says simply, “But you didn’t.”

When she looks up at him, he’s shaking his head slowly, tears seeping from his tightly closed eyes. In a thick voice he asks her the one question that’s been playing over and over and over again in his mind. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

She’s momentarily stunned, and he knows it. Hearing her breath catch, he opens his eyes and looks down at her. Her mouth is agape, ticking at the corners as though preparing to form words, but never quite getting there. She looks confused, lost even, and he has to fight the urge to wrap his arms so tight around her. “I…” she finally manages, but nothing more comes out.

“I’m sorry,” he issues out hurriedly. “I’m not… I’d never… blame you.” He shakes his again, hating that he can’t do anything right, can’t even apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” she ekes out, taking a step back, then another. She backs into her desk and leans onto it, both hands gripping the top firmly. “No, you’re right. I should’ve –”

“I’m not saying that,” he interrupts quickly. “I’m not saying that you should have done anything. This was my fault.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically. “It was a night terror, James. Would you blame yourself like this if you had a seizure and accidently hit me?”

He gives her a confused look. “It’s not… that’s not the same thing.”

“You had a physiological reaction to an emotional stressor. Your body reacted to a stimuli without the knowledge or permission of your conscious mind. It was not your fault.” She speaks with such determination, such authority, that he almost believes her. They gaze at each other for only a moment before she drops her head and stares down at the floor in front of her “And I should have stopped you,” she says quietly.

“Tessa,” he tries, but she’s quick to interrupt.

“I told you that you were safe with me, that you couldn’t hurt me. And I could’ve stopped you. It would’ve been so easy…” She looks back up, meets his eyes and gives him a small, sad smile. “I froze,” she says with a shrug. Tears glisten in her eyes and she sniffles as she nods her head. “I froze, and I’m sorry.”

He wants to tell her again that it isn’t her fault. He wants to tell her that everyone freezes up sometimes. He wants to tell her, more than anything else, that he loves her. But he can’t find the words to actually say any of these things. Instead, he moves forward in two long strides and sweeps his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, tilts her head up as he drops his lips down onto hers. It’s only a breath of a moment before she releases her hold on the desk and wraps her arms around his middle, pulling him in closer.

She slips away from the kiss and nuzzles into his neck, whispers to him as hot tears fall to his shoulder, “I didn’t want to feel like this. I didn’t want to… need anyone like this. But I do. I need you.”

He inhales the sweet scent of her shampoo as he twines his fingers deeper into her thick hair. “I need you too,” he tells her, slowly bringing his metal arm up and wrapping it loosely around her hips.

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tefanfics · 4 years

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Chapter 36

I don’t know how long I walked but when I finally stopped, I didn’t really recognize my surroundings. And I wasn’t sure if that was due to the fact I was still fairly distraught or because I didn’t know London as well as I thought I did.

I found a short stone wall lining the sidewalk and rested against it, my legs still shaky as my mind began to clear. I pulled my purse onto my lap and started to search it for my phone. When I didn’t find it, there was a small amount of panic as I patted my pockets.

I had left at the apartment. I sighed as I shut my eyes and hung my head. I had no doubt that Taron was going through his own panic. He had probably tried to call me a dozen times already. Part of me wondered if he was looking for me but the other part of me, the one who had been down the path of destruction more times to count, had convinced me not to hold my breath.

My thoughts were still a little crazy but I was at least able to start deciphering individual thoughts. The first being that I had just ran out on Taron. I panicked and just left. Flight had definitely won over fight. The second was that the photo I had seen a million and a half times already was doctored. It had purposely edited and released to make it look like something was going on that shouldn’t have been. And the third thought…

Taron hadn’t gotten angry with me. He didn’t yell at me or call me names. He didn’t belittle me or make me feel worse than I already had. He had been calm and patient with me. He let me speak my piece before explaining what had truly happened.

“He’s not him,” I muttered to myself. I repeated this a few times as I stood up. I debated going home already but I knew I wasn’t completely calm. So I walked until I felt okay enough to head home.

I had no clue what time it was when I was finally standing in front of the apartment door. I let myself in, kicked off my shoes and dropped my purse before searching the apartment for Taron. He was nowhere to be found.

In the living room, I found my phone on the coffee table with a note next to it. There were more notifications on my phone than there had been in the last two weeks. Missed calls and texts from Taron. I shifted my attention to the note.

No wonder you weren’t answering. If you come home, call me please. I’m worried sick. Xx

I lowered myself onto the sofa and reread the note before putting it down beside me. I skimmed over the messages on my phone, guilt taking a seat front in center in the pit in my stomach. On the most recent missed call, I slid the notification over and the phone began to ring. But it only rang once before I heard Taron.

“Are you okay?” Taron said immediately. “Are you safe?”

“I’m home,” was all I could bring myself to say. “I’m fine, I think.”

“I’ll be home in fifteen minutes, okay? I love you.”

“Okay. I love you too,” I whispered. I let the phone slip from my hand and land on the sofa. I pulled my feet up and held my legs to my chest with my chin resting on my knees. My eyes shut as I took deep breaths.

Eventually the front door flew open and Taron was in the room in seconds. I looked up at met his gaze. I could see red rimmed around his eyes and his brow furrowed as he approached me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me off the sofa, immediately wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.

Slowly he released me before putting his hands on both sides of my face. I met his gaze as he spoke. “Please, please don’t do that again,” he whispered before kissing me. I could’ve melted. It was the first kiss from him in months. His kiss was soft and delicate, worry still hidden in his actions. The small pecks to my lips moved to a kiss to the forehead. “Are you okay?”

With my lips pressed together, I gave a slow nod. Taron let his hands fall from my face to my waist. “Better than before at least,” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that.”

“I don’t understand why you did,” he answered carefully. He stepped past me to the larger side of the sectional and sat down, patting the spot beside him. I sat down and felt his arm drape over my shoulders as I took the chance to lean into him.

I missed his touch. Three months had been far too long. I wished I could have just come home to him and it would’ve been all kisses and hugs, embraces and ‘I miss you’s’ but not this time.

“Can you explain it to me?” Taron asked. I could hear the hesitation in his voice but the curiosity was stronger. “I want to understand.”

I focused on the TV in front of us. The black screen allowed for me to see the reflection of us. Taron’s attention was on me in his arms.

“Panic attack. Full blown freak out. I spiraled,” I listed. “I meant it when I said I was broken, T.” I sighed as I let myself rest my head against him, shutting my eyes. “Once upon a time, I made the comment that Jake was being rather secretive with his phone. I teased that he was talking to his other girlfriend. Only he didn’t see it as a joke even though that was purely what it was. He had been in a really good mood then suddenly it was like a light switch flipped. He yelled and screamed, called me every name he could think of. He told me that he had never cheated on me and he wouldn’t ever do it but by god, he made sure I knew he could do better than me if he wanted to.” My eyes fluttered open as I shook my head at the memory, another sigh escaping.

Taron stayed quiet, listening to every thing I said. He held me a little closer as his thumb gently moved in circles on my shoulder.

“I was terrified when I saw that photo of you, Taron. I worried you were going to be angry with me for assuming the worst- that it’d be a repeat of that day. And I knew I should have waited to talk to you until I got home but I couldn’t. My anxiety was a mile high when I walked through that door earlier. I thought I could protect myself if I just laid it all on the line and told you that I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt me again.” I gulped as I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes as tears welled up again. I didn’t bother wiping the tears. They streaked down my cheeks and landed on my shirt. “Sometimes I forget that I’m capable of hurting myself too. And as you know, all of it backfired. All I did was damage our relationship.”

Taron moved his arm out from behind me and slipped down the ground in front of me. His hands rested on my lap as I looked at him. “Baby, no,” he said quickly. “It didn’t ruin anything.” There was a gentle sigh as he pulled my hands to his mouth, kissing my knuckles. “I don’t know what it was like for you to deal with things like that. And I try to empathize as best I can.”

“I-I don’t mean to keep bringing all of that up,” I interjected. “I know it’s got to be annoying to have to hear about it but-“

“It’s not annoying at all. Rose, it’s part of what makes you you. It’s part of your story. Sometimes you’re going to have to tell me these chapters so that I can understand. I want to help you,” Taron said gently. “But I can promise you this. Your anxiety isn’t going to ruin anything. You dealing with emotions the way you know how to right now won’t ruin anything. I told you I’m not going anywhere and I meant it.” He released my hands and reached to my face, wiping my tears away.

I nodded slowly, sniffling as I sat there. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again. “For running out.”

“You scared me.”

“I know. I didn’t mean to.”

“Next time I’ll barricade the door,” Taron said, offering a playful smile.

I wasn’t sure if I scoffed or laughed at his comment, trying to resist a small smile.

“Come on. I’m taking you out a date,” Taron announced as he stood up. “That was far too much time without being able to spoil you.” He pulled me to my feet and dragged the suitcase to the bedroom. “How about that black dress you wore on our first date?”

I walked past him to the closet and pulled the dress out, holding it up to him. “This one?”

“Perfect,” he said with a grin as he started toward the master bathroom. “And for the record, Rose?”

I looked up from the dress, focusing on Taron.

“I could never do better than you.”

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Us Against The World

Chapter One: The New Girl

Summary: Alyssa Williams meets Billy Hargrove, the stereotypical bad guy and arsehole of Hawkins High but instead of stiring away, something about him draws her to him and him to her. They are contrasting in every way but find a way to fight together perfectly.

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A/N: Horrible summary but I hope you enjoy and sorry for any mistakes. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated 😊

DISCLAIMER: Imma put it bluntly...I don't care if you hate the fanfiction because you believe Billy is a racist. Either way, this is a different representation of the character as is most romantic fanfictions about him. Also if you're going to criticise me while reading Billy x Steve fics or tbh any Billy x anyone fanfiction...please reevaluate because either way, you're reading material that doesn't conform to how Billy on the show acts. You can also keep in mind that people grow and it may surprise some of you that not all racists...stay racists. Some get educated and change. I don't condone the violent actions of his character all of this is a different representation of the Billy in the show. Good day :)

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Without removing the cover from her head, Alyssa smashed her fist down on the alarm clock, silencing it and letting out a triumphant grunt. Immediately after, she was ready to go back to sleep not wanting to deal with the challenges of the day; however, her father, as usual, was not giving her that chance to avoid school. “Before you think about going back to sleep, I suggest you get yourself out of that bed.” He strolled in with no care in the world and pulled back the curtains allowing light to flow in. Alyssa let out a frustrated and annoyed groan, fully burying herself in her covers and pillows to hide from the light as well as her father.

“Dad, please, can I just stay home?” Her voice sounded rough from just waking up. “I promise, I’ll do some school work, just don’t make me go.” Her voice sounded whinier than she cared to admit and without seeing her dad’s reaction she knew he probably had his hands on his hips and was shaking his head in disapproval. It was to be her first day at Hawkins High after moving to the city a few days ago; she’d been dreading the thought of starting at a new school and had begged her father to change his mind and let her be homeschooled but came to no avail.

Alyssa felt the edge of the bed dip on the opposite side and then decided to sit up, removing the covers; knowing her father was going to begin his grand speech about how starting at the new school would be a good change and a chance for her to make friends. “Listen, Pumpkin, I know how much you’ve been stressing about this and I know what I’m asking you isn’t easy,” Alyssa lifted her knees and rested her head on them as he spoke. “But please try and just socialise with the other kids. I know it’s been tough since-” Alyssa raised her hand as a signal to stop him.

“I know, dad. It’s just what if there is a repeat of last time? What if the other kids don’t like me?” Her voice was small and filled with sadness. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes, despite trying to fight them off. Her dad sighed and pulled her into a hug, holding her tight and stroking her hair; without being able to stop it, tears flowed down her face and she couldn’t help but sob into her father’s shoulders.

After a few moments, she calmed down and her father looked at her with reassuring eyes. “Hey, if those kids don’t like you, it’s on them because they are missing out on befriending a cool girl like you,” He wiped away her tears and she couldn’t help but smile. “It doesn’t matter if they like you or not. What matters is that you stay true to yourself and don’t lose yourself trying to please other people,” He gave her a serious look, placing a hand on her shoulder and forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Promise me you’ll try to engage with others and you won’t lose yourself for any of those people.”

“I promise,” Sniffling a bit then nodding. “I’ll be myself and…I’ll try and make friends.” She hesitated on the last part but couldn’t help it. She knew that her dad wouldn’t go easy on her if she didn’t make that promise. Promises in the Williams’ house were sacred and had to be kept which Alyssa had apparently made law when she was five years old.

With that, he gave her a satisfied grin. “Breakfast will be ready.” He got up from the bed and made his way to the door. “Start getting your stuff together, then.” and with that, he left the room. Alyssa plopped back down on her bed, looking at the ceiling while the urge to scream began growing inside her. She knew the week to come would most likely suck and she hated the fact that there was no way to avoid it.

The drive to the school was short. The whole ride, Alyssa could feel her stomach sinking like she was on some rollercoaster that she desperately wanted to get off of. Her hands began to feel sweaty and warm. When they arrived, she looked at the students piling into the school. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she turned to her dad. “I’ll see you later then, love you.” It was quick short and without emotion. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, before making her way out of the car. Her father repeated the words before waving goodbye and speeding off.

The smell of sweat, rubbish canteen food and cheap cologne filled the halls of Hawkins High School. The corridors were overtaken by students either chatting or making their way to their assigned classrooms. Alyssa rushed through the crowd, brushing past people as she tried to navigate through the sea of bodies. She muttered a sorry, here and there to those she bumped into and received glares in return by some. So far so good, she thought sarcastically to herself.

Alyssa had made it to her classroom in record time, considering that she got lost a few times and had to ask people for help. Though she was sure classes started at eight, the classroom barely had any students occupying the seats. The teacher looked unimpressed as he sat down looking around at the scene that he must have come accustomed to. Alyssa walked up to his desk, feeling a little uneasy as the eyes of the students were glued to her. “Erm, hi.” She sounded awkward and unsure

“Can I help you?” He looked at her with dead eyes that were emphasised by the eyebags under them. He had a thick beard, that looked slightly unkempt, and shaggy brown hair that looked slightly greasy and untouched in a while. He tapped his pencil on the desk and rested his hand underneath his chin, as he waited for her to answer.

Alyssa couldn’t deny the annoyance that coursed through her at his tone and posture. She kept a smile on her face, though, like she practised many times. “I’m new here so I just wanted to-” She was cut off when he slammed the book down in front of her. Blinking a few times, she looked down at the book then back at him as he began to speak.

“This booklet has everything you need to know about what we have covered so far,” he leaned back in his chair and looked over at the door as the late students began to pile in. “If you need help, ask someone in the class and you’re seated front row at the window” He nodded his head in the direction of the seat, as he got up from his seat and got ready to begin his lesson. Alyssa grabbed the booklet feeling annoyed but not daring to say anything as she quickly took her seat.

Math wasn’t her strongest subject and she struggled to actually focus on the lesson as she kept looking outside daydreaming about what she wanted to eat later and whether or not her father would be home to have dinner with. Ever since he had been promoted from his job, he spent less time with her and though she tried her best not to show it, she really wished he’d settle for a nine to five job knowing full well that her father’s dream as a doctor had existed longer than ger.

As she began getting lost deeper and deeper into her thoughts, the roar of a car engine stole her attention. The car was electric blue and what looked to be some kind of Camaro; Alyssa sat there with both hands on her chin taking interest in the scene outside over the algebra equations Mr Mundy had been throwing at the class. The longer she watched, she saw the driver emerge from the car; the guy had blonde loosely curled hair that was longer at the back than the front, thick eyebrows and overall attractive features from what Alyssa could see.

“Alyssa!” she jumped at the sound of her name and quickly whipped her head around, Mr Mundy looking displeased. He had one hand on his hip and the chalk in his hand was pointing towards her. “For someone who is struggling in math, you seem to be talking quite the interest at the ongoings outside.” Heat rose to her cheeks as those around her snickered and she felt herself sink slightly in her chair. Mr Munday was about to continue before the bell rang and Alyssa let out a little sigh of relief.

Quickly heading for the girl’s toilets, she pushed past everyone not caring about their reactions. The door hit the wall when she pushed it open, she immediately closed her eyes and calmed herself down before any tears could escape. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her chestnut eyes were slightly red as they were readying the tears, her curly afro was a cloud around her head as her bangs cover her forehead. “Hey.” A soft voice spoke to her and she turned to find a girl with short brown hair in slight waves holding her books to her chest and giving her a sad look. Alyssa felt like she recognised her from somewhere but she couldn’t think where.

“Don’t let what Mr Mundy and the rest of those arseholes get you down,” That’s when she realised that she probably recognised her from her math class. “He’s just bitter that his wife cheated on him and the other students are just…arseholes, for lack of a better word.” Alyssa gave her a small smile picking at the edges on the grey jumper she had on. The girl stepped forward to extend her arm. “I’m Nancy Wheeler.” Alyssa accepted the handshake.

Alyssa found herself to be taller than Nancy by a few inches. “I’m Alyssa Williams.” They both stood there in a while of awkward silence for a minute, not really knowing what to say next to one another. Alyssa was tempted to exchange goodbyes and leave but then Nancy spoke up.

“So I’ve got science in a few minutes and lunch after,” Nancy began. She had a hopeful look on her face. “When is your next free period? We could meet up and chat. I could also show you around the school.” Nancy shrugged. Alyssa could almost hear her dad nagging her to say yes so she nodded with slight eagerness. Nancy looked relieved and they both exited the girl’s toilets.

“I’ve got literature now so we could meet in the canteen after?” Alyssa suggested. They both parted ways agreeing to meet at lunch and Alyssa felt proud of herself. It had been a couple of years since she dared to make friends and talk to people. When she strolled into her literature lesson, she had a smile on her face.

For that lesson, she was met with a much kinder teacher than Mr Mundy had been. Alyssa took a seat at the back of the class. She couldn’t help but feel in a better mood knowing that she had befriended Nancy; It had been too long since she had been very social. Less than ten minutes into the lesson, the classroom door swung open to a tall figure. The whole class automatically looking at the door to the face the intruder; Alyssa was quick to realise that it was the same guy she had saw during her math lesson.

The teacher, Ms Peterson, looked unamused but not surprised either so Alyssa assumed it was a regular occurrence. “Nice for you to join us, Mr Hargrove.” She greeted him with sarcasm evident in her voice and the reply she received was a disinterested grunt as the boy made his way to the back of the classroom setting to the right of Alyssa. When Alyssa turned to have a better look at him, she found that he was already studying her so she immediately faced the book in front of her feeling slightly embarrassed.

Throughout the whole lesson, she could feel his gaze on her but she avoided looking at him, happy that her hair covered most of her face and hit her nervousness. When the bell rang, she let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. “Before you all leave, there’s a group assignment on Shakespeares that I want completing by next week.” She was met with groans. “You can choose your own partners if that makes you happier. That’ll be all.” And they all piled out of the classroom; Alyssa feeling too shy to ask anyone to be there partner.

Heading straight for her locker, she couldn’t help but think about that guy from her lesson and whether he was watching her or her paranoia was playing tricks on her. She couldn’t deny that she felt flustered at the thought of him watching, after all, she found him extremely attractive. As she was thinking about him, a small smile was turning the corners of her mouth. “What’s got you so happy?” The voice startled her and she jumped, whipping her whole body around to see who spoke. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” His apology didn’t seem so sincere with the grin on his face

“It’s fine.” Was all she could say when she finally settled down from her fright. They both stood there staring at each other for a minute, while the other students around them were staring at the Hawkins bad boy engaging with the new girl but neither noticed them. Instead, she was staring into his ocean blue eyes as he was staring right back into her hazel ones; after a while, she realised what she was doing and then diverted her gaze. “Did you want something?” Her voice caught him out of his daze and he blinked a few times looking away. She thought she saw a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks and heard him curse himself under his breath.

He leaned against the lockers and tilted his eyes to look at her. “I was thinking we should be partners for that literature assignment,” It didn’t sound much like he was asking her. “Seeing as either of us has a partner.” He shrugged. Alyssa couldn’t deny that she was surprised, out of everyone in that lesson he was asking her, She immediately became suspicious of him. Her eyebrows furrowed and shit bit her lip, thinking about all the reasons he came to ask her about it; she’d noticed his eyes had moved to her lips while she did that.

“Is this going to be a one-sided partnership where I do all the work?” Raising her brows while questioning. A smile played on her lips as he fawned being offended. “What? You ask, out of everybody in our class, me to be partners with and expect me not to be suspicious?” Though she was being serious there was a playfulness in her tone and he laughed a bit, smile lines forming at the corners of his eyes. She couldn’t help but chuckle, his smile and laugh were a bit contagious.

Those around them looked shocked by the interaction between the two. Probably never once seeing Billy interact with a girl like Alyssa before; he placed his left hand on the locker beside Alyssa and leaned in close enough for her to smell and feel the cigarettes and the mint from his breath. In a pathetic attempt at a shield, she raised her books to her chest and tried leaning back at bit though she was met with the cold surface of the locker. “From what I’ve seen of you today, you’re the smartest girl in class,” Then she started noticing the people watching. “And I need some help in the subject so how about it, doll?” Her heart raced at the nickname.

With a chuckle, she playfully shoved him away from her as she contemplated her answer for a few moments. “Sure.” He looked surprised by her answer, almost as surprised as her. She had no clue what was coming over her but she felt something in her gut telling her to agree to it though her head was screaming at her. “As long as you take part and don’t lounge about, we have a deal.” She straightened herself and presented him with her hand to shake. Smiling, he accepted.

After exchanging contact details, Alyssa was getting ready to leave, remembering that she told Nancy she would meet her at lunch. Before she could go, he grabbed her arm gently, sending a jolt straight through the both of them and he pulled his arm back like he’d been electrocuted. Clearing his throat, he looked bashful. “There’s a Halloween party tonight,” he began. Alyssa could help but notice a bit of his confidence gone as he scratched the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me?”

Before she could think to reply, an unfamiliar voice came from behind her. “Leave her alone, Hargrove.” The guy the voice belonged to had thick brown hair, an average build and displeasure written all over his face. Beside him was Nancy who had her arms folded while giving Billy a stern look. Alyssa looked back and forth between them all, confused by the sudden tension in the air.

Billy’s demeanour changed from the nice guy he was being only moments prior and he snarled at the other guy looking ready for a fight. “What’s it to you, Harrington?” They were getting into each other’s faces, daring the other to make the first move and Alyssa stood there baffled as it had all escalated in a matter of seconds. The two guys gave each other such intense glares that if looks could kill, they’d both probably drop dead but before anything could happen, Nancy stepped in between them.

“Steve leave it and let’s just go,” she placed her hand on his chest but he didn’t move his eyes for Billy’s. “Please,” she stressed. Clearly, Nancy didn’t want a fight to break out, just as much as Alyssa didn’t. Reluctantly, Steve backed down and began walking away with a huff; Nancy then turned to Alyssa signalling her to come along to. “Let’s go.” She grabbed Alyssa’s hand as they walked away. Not before Alyssa took a quick glance back at the gorgeous blonde. He just gave her a wink and then turned to leave as well.

Once they got to the lunch hall, Nancy grabbed Alyssa’s shoulders looking at her with concern “What the hell was that all about?” Her voice sounded shaken with worry and anger; Alyssa was confused as to why she was being so overactive, considering the fact that she had only been talking to Billy and nothing major was happening. Steve was even giving her a glare, not necessarily targeted towards her but towards the thought of what Billy had been up to.

Looking at Nancy, Alyssa spoke. “He was just asking me to be his partner for our Literature assignment” Alyssa shrugged and frowned. “What’s the big issue, anyway? you guys are making such a big deal out of this.” Looking between Nancy and Steve as they exchanged glances with each other, Alyssa stared at them urging them to answer her. Besides the fact that he was a huge flirt, Billy didn’t seem that threatening towards her so couldn’t understand the tension.

Steve sighed. “Listen, that Hargrove guy isn’t someone you want to be around,” he gave her a soft expression, continuing. “My name is Steve, by the way, wish we could’ve met under better circumstances,” He outstretched his hand for her to shake and she accepted it. “Hargrove is an arsehole and the only reason he was speaking to you was to get into your pants or something. The guy has anger issues and an ego bigger than his future, so I suggest staying away.” While he said it with a joking tone, there was still a seriousness to his voice and the way his brow twitched when talking about Billy, proved that he was holding back insulting comments.

Alyssa just nodded, not really knowing what to say. She knew that she probably should head her friend’s warning but there was something about Billy that got under her skin and not in a bad way. It felt like an invisible force drawing them in together and she just wanted to get to know him. All of him. Not in the way that most people would interpret, though.

After, they all sat down to enjoy their lunch while asking questions about Alyssa and vice versa. They all seemed genuinely interested in the fact that she wanted to become a doctor in the future and enjoyed hearing her tell stories about her life back at home in England. “Hey, maybe we should take Alyssa to Tina’s party as a celebration of her arrival,” He asked Nancy and then turned to her. “What do you think? Would you dad be alright with that or do we have to sneak you out?” He had a mischievous grin on his face.

“No, he’ll be fine with it. Most likely excited that I’m going out a being a teenager and stuff,” Though she didn’t say it out loud, she wanted to also see Billy again but she kept that to herself knowing that it wouldn’t garner a positive response if she said that. “Though, I don’t really have much to wear.” She stated. Never have gone to a party before, she didn’t have many clothes in her closet that screamed “I’m here to party” and Alyssa wasn’t keen on getting bullied for her choice of clothing.

“How about I come to your house and help you pick something out? I’ll bring some of my own clothes just in case.” Nancy suggested and they all agreed on the plan and with Steve picking them up from Alyssa’s house. The bell rang and they all parted ways with farewells; Alyssa’s mind couldn’t help but stray towards Billy and even though her friends told her to stay away, her heart was telling her otherwise.

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#billy hargove #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x black!oc #billy hargrove x black!reader #Billy hagrove fanfic #stranger things fanfic

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𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 ; 𝙥𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚

━ pairing; song minho x rae dara x song king x song violet (ft. song family, rae family, lee chaerin, park jaebum and mentions of kim hyuna and kwon ryu)

━ summary; she lived in the dark but now there are three lights lighting her way

━ warnings; fluff, cuteness, jay in luv with baby violet and babiessss

━ note; so sorry for being late but happy new year babies, i love u 💕

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗

Mino was anxious, anyone who saw him at this time could say it, it is not known if by the way in which his eyes moved at a fast speed for every damn corner of the room, the fingers in his mouth already lacking a perfect manicure or leg that moved from top to bottom without stopping.

A hand was pressed on said leg causing him to stop when he felt her nails digging into his skin through the pants. He looked up, meeting the face of a seemingly annoying Lee Chaerin.

"Stop" She said without taking her eyes off the screen of her phone, she was answering messages from the couple's close friends since given the situation, none were able to answer "You are making me nervous."

"How do you think I am, noona?" The youngest snorted but still listened to his sunbae and took another position in the chair. He looked at the door with a frown "Is everything okay?".

"Of course everything is fine, but moving your leg like a kangaroo is not going to help at all" She made a gesture with her hand pointing the obvious and returned to her work causing the silent VIP waiting room of the hospital to be filled with noise of long nails crashing into the glass of her phone's screen.

Mino looked over his shoulder at the conversation she was having with Jay, who was on his way with Dara's parents and Donghyuk. A message from her sister appeared at the top of the screen warning that she and his parents were on their way, was followed by one of Dai who informed him that the Rae siblings were on their way except Dahye who was in a plane. He smiled slightly although he felt a bit sad not having his groupmates with him that special day since they had to continue with the planned agenda.

The door of the room rang calling the attention of both. Dr. Fujioka appeared with a facial expression that the boy failed to decipher causing his nerves to get even worse. He got up from the seat as if it was burning.

"Is everything okay?" Although he struggled to say those words, that he was dying to be able to speak, his throat failed him and Chaerin had to take command of the situation, just as she had done throughout the entire night like when Dara broke waters and drove to the hospital while calming them both when he had to have been the one who would drive while calming his wife but he couldn't because he screwed up, he was going to be a father and he was excited and scared about it.

"There have been some complications as we speak, due to the interruption of the first pregnancy but we have been able to overcome it and everything is fine. She is fine and they are too. "He smiled, taking a weight off him.

Minho let out a gasp of emotion and ran to the doctor, planting a kiss on her cheek as he laughed uncontrollably making Chaerin growl.

"I don't know what Dara saw in you," She muttered, separating him from the poor woman, who had remained static instead. She smiled politely. "I'm very sorry, you know, first time parents. Can we come in?".

"Oh! Of course" Despite the strange, comical and uncomfortable scene that just starred, the woman managed to continue with her smile drawn on her face. She pushed the door lightly with her right hand "Babies are in another room, they are cleaning and making them pretty. In a while they will bring them."

"Have you heard, noona? My babies" He looked like he was going to explode in tears as he entered the room, absorbed in the excitement of knowing his children but his feet stopped when he saw that his sunbae was not following him "Aren't you coming?".

"You go, I'll go find Jay and your families" She gave him a complicit smile before hugging him, surprising "Congratulations, now you're dad."

"I'm a dad" He repeated in a whisper that was hidden in the gray tufts of the girl "I can't believe I'm a father."

Chaerin wiped the little tear that danced down her cheek as she separated from him "Believe it, because you are."

He waited for her figure to disappear from his sight to enter the room. He took a breath and pushed the door being greeted by the image of his exhausted wife lying on the bed. He smiled biting his lower lip, the sound of the metal ring crashing into his teeth caught her attention.

"Hey" Dara smiled and, just as it always happened that she was smiling at him, he ran out of breath. Although the little makeup she wore had run down her face, that her skin was slightly soaked with the sweat of the effort to bring his children into the world and that her dark circles were so dark, for him she was still an angel.

He approached her gently and kissed her lips, bringing a hand to her hair to caress her. He parted their lips but their foreheads were still against each other "Hello" He whispered feeling like he was drowning in that green sea that were her eyes "How are you?".

"Tired, I just want to sleep" She pouted out a laugh from her side. She patted the bed inviting him to lie beside her, which he did immediately letting her lean on him "I've seen them before they were taken away."

"How are they?" He asked, playing with the ring he had put there. She laughed vaguely enjoying his warm and familiar caresses.

"Honey, all newborns are ugly. Pinky, a little bald and old-faced" This time it was he who laughed but in a strident way. He patted her hand lightly.

"Don't call our children ugly!".

"True, I'm sorry." A few seconds in silence were enough for both of them to start laughing.

"You're right, they are ugly, but our children aren't, okay? They are beautiful, that is, have you seen their parents?".

"God, you're an idiot".

A gasp escaped from his lips "Really? Okay, I want divorce".

"I just gave birth to your children, twins, after fifteen hours so don't even think that you will get rid of me after this" She pointed with the index finger "threatening" making him smile, she looked so adorable trying to look intimidating —something that usually came naturally— although at the same time all she was was fucking adorable.

He kissed her forehead "I had no plans to get rid of you, ever."

The green eyed opened her mouth to respond but the sound of the door opening followed by a few steps interrupted her. They both turned their heads toward the hallway that led to the room meeting their family and finally....Chaerin and Jay with the babies in their arms.

"Here are the super stars of the night" Chaerin smiled with King in her arms. Mino approached her to look at his son.

"Aw honey, you've done so well." Mrs. Song sent her a smile as she leaned on her son's arm to see her grandson.

"How are you?" The oldest of the Rae siblings asked kissing his sister's forehead.

"Tired, but it was worth it," she replied, watching her husband smile from ear to ear looking at their son. She smiled and let her head fall against the pillow.

She felt someone's lips on her cheek and from the perfume that filled her nostrils she knew it was her mother, she smiled, accepting her hand against hers "You have done very well, xiâolóng."

"Where are the others?" She asked once everyone had approached her to greet her and congratulate her on the splendid work she had done in making such an effort. She looked at her mother with King in her arms, Violet was still in Jaebum's arms since he refused to give her to her father.

"Oh, Dai and Daniel have gone to buy something to eat since Dani was hungry and Dahye sent a message an hour ago that she had already left the airport so she will be on her way" Her father replied looking at his phone to check if any of his three youngest children had sent him a message again.

"And Hyuna?" Her eyes turned to her older brother, who scratched his nervous neck and opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted.

Chaerin smiled at both families "Well, why don't we go to the cafeteria and wait for them there? In the meantime we can let the new family enjoy some time alone” She removed her hands from Dara's shoulders and rose from the bed, but not before giving her a smile.

"Yes, I think it's good idea" The grandparents accepted and left the room, being led by Mino's sister. Donghyuk sighed getting up from the chair he had sat on and left the room in silence.

"Jay" The grey haired woman approached the tattooed, who had not said a word at the time they had been there, had not even moved only had stayed in a part of the room with Violet in his arms and a facial expression that nobody knew how to describe.

"Hmm?" He replied but still did not take his eyes off the baby. Lee frowned and looked at their friends, Mino shrugged while Dara laughed.

"We have to go, give her to her parents" She pointed to the couple sitting on the bed with her arm making him finally look up from the pale face of the baby girl, he pouted.

"But she's so small and so cute, can't I keep her?" He pulled her closer to his chest in a protective act.

"Give it to her father if you don't want me to get you out of here by pulling your ear” She raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips to prove her point.

"I would listen to her, she is capable" The newly converted father responded by running a hand down his leg, remembering fake nails digging into his skin a few hours ago.

The man snorted before placing the baby in her father's arms, looking at all the adults with a bad face before his lips became a big smile when Violet took his index finger between her small fist.

"Aw" He sucked his nose feeling like crying "I'm going to buy you a lot of things, little Violet. You're going to be my little princess, yes. Uncle Jay is going to spoil you a lot".

"Ok, let's go" Chaerin approached him and took his arm and then began pulling him out of the room.

"Hell, woman. How strong you are” The door closed, leaving the small family silent.

Dara bit her lower lip while they both looked at the door, Mino sighed "Our life is not normal."

"No, it isn't." His wife nodded in agreement with him. A small whine came out of little King, who was stirring in his mother's arms. Dara smiled stroking her son's cheek, she couldn't believe she was a mother.

She felt a small prick in her heart when the name of her firstborn and perhaps the older brother of the twins had passed through her head.

Mino, who had been watching the interaction between mother and son with a smile on his face, frowned to see how his beloved's smile erased from her lips. He stroked her arm comfortingly with his free hand “Hey, what's wrong, my love?".

"I was thinking of Ryu" She didn't look at him, her eyes were fixed on their son's face but they didn't look at their son but were lost in thoughts "On how life would have been if I hadn't lost him. Maybe now I would have my three babies together, he would be here asking to see his sibling”.

"You may not see him, but he is always with you and now he will be with the twins. Caring for his little siblings from heaven” He pressed his lips in a thin line before circling her shoulders with his free arm and bringing her closer to his body. He kissed her hair affectionately "Someday we will go and introduce him to his siblings, and when they are older enough we will talk about him, there is not much we can tell but we will tell them that they have a brother, okay?".

He felt as she nodded on his chest and sighed kissing her hair again, his gaze fell on their children and he smiled slightly against their mother's hair.

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Scenario Requested - Reacting to their gf having diabetes

my favorite is minho

Jeongin

“What do you mean you asked your hyungs?” You felt queasy. Sure, you generally shared your diagnosis of diabetes with just about anyone who came into contact with you, but it felt weird knowing that the entire group now knew.

Jeongin scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Well, I didn’t know how I could you and when I don’t know what to do I go to the hyungs for advice. I thought they could help.”

You felt the heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, they already hit me for sharing your private information without asking first.” He rolled his eyes. “But then they had some pretty good ideas. The first one being, I need to know more. I mean, I know it means your blood sugar is unstable but I don’t know why and I don’t know how you fix it.”

You wanted to still be angry. You wanted to say that you wished you had footage of all 8 members giving him a good slap. You couldn’t even pretend to be mad once your boyfriend gave you that earnest pout.

“Please, help me understand better.”

You brought your hands up to his cheeks and squished them together. “Fine. But first, you at least owe me lunch.”

Seungmin

Seungmin was staring at his food. It had officially been ten minutes since you had casually mentioned your diabetes. You had learned from experience that it was best to talk about it early in a relationship. But from his expression, you were starting to think maybe it was a bit too early.

“Are you okay, Seungmin?” You reached a hand out towards him on the table. His eyes darted up to yours and then to your hand.

“I’m fine. Do you like your food?” As soon as the sentence was out, his face flushed. “I mean, I didn’t mean, you know, that you can’t.” You interrupt his struggle with finding a full sentence with a laugh.

“I like the food plenty. And asking about food isn’t going to offend me or my diabetes.”

“I’m sorry.” His shoulders slump and his pretty mouth frowns. “I don’t really know what it means or how it’s different.”

“That’s okay. I can tell you more, if you’re curious?”

He gives you a sheepish smile and nods.

Felix

You watched Felix’s body glide through dance moves. His hair flung as he took a quick spin and then stuck to his forehead. He was watching himself in the mirror, making sure every move was done perfectly on beat. He was flawless in all his sweaty glory.

You were stuck staring. It took you several minutes to realize he was now looking at you through the mirror. He chuckled at something you had missed.

“Are you ready to try?”

You had thought he was sweet when he originally offered to bring you into dance practice. He knew how much you hated to exercise but how mandatory it was to help regulate your blood sugar. He had reassured you that dancing with him would make it fun.

Now you knew you were going to look like a fool beside him.

“I think I’m actually going to take a trip with the treadmill instead.” You turned on your heel and moved for the door. Of course you didn’t get far before Felix was pulling you toward the center of the room.

“Come on. I promise it’s not hard. I can break it down more for you.” His warm brown eyes pleaded with you.

You sighed. “And you have to go a lot slower!”

Jisung

“What have you eaten today?”

This is supposed to be a brief conversation with your boyfriend while he’s on tour. You’re supposed to tell him you miss him and ask if he’s having fun. He’s supposed to miss you and tell you stories of the boys shenanigans. He’s supposed to be having the time of his life during the best time of his career. But instead, he’s asking you what you ate.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” You feel bad that his mind is on you and your diabetes. He should be practically carefree on tour so he can focus on his performances and fans.

“Don’t have to do what? I’m talking to my beautiful girlfriend and asking her how she’s doing.”

“You’re asking about my blood sugar.”

“Right, because my girl is so sweet I have to check in on her and make sure she doesn’t get too sweet.”

You can’t help but chuckle as his lame attempt at a joke. “That’s really corny.”

“You like me best that way.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

“Good. Now what did you have for breakfast?”

Hyunjin

You had been dating Hyunjin for months now. He had been with you through countless doctor visits, long discussions, and your transition to the insulin pump. None of it mattered though. Any occurrence, no matter how slight or small, and he would freak out.

He was currently panicking with his phone, trying to phone the hospital or an ambulance. He was muttering to himself and glancing at you with such concern.

And all you could do was laugh.

“I think you’ve gone manic.” He chews on his bottom lip.

“Hyunjin,” You wipe at the tears that are collecting in your eyes. “Please hang up on the phone. I’m absolutely fine.”

“You don’t know that! I couldn’t damaged you!”

His desperation only makes you laugh harder. “You just … knocked my pump … off.” You took several deep breaths to calm yourself. “It didn’t even detach from me! It just hit the floor, but that’s why I have a case. It’s absolutely fine!”

“I need someone with a medical degree to confirm that. I’m not ready to put your life at risk! Hello?” He turned as someone must have come on the phone for him finally.

You shake your head at your adorable but crazy boyfriend.

Changbin

“I know you’re upset.” Your boyfriend's voice is low and firm. You don’t answer him, but instead let your mouth form a pout. He’s definitely right. “Jagi.” He puts a warm hand on your shoulder to pull you around toward him. “What happened? You were having a night out with the girls. Did you not want to come home to me?”

You roll your eyes at his attempt to make you laugh, but you can’t fight the quirk at the corner of your lips. “Of course I wanted to come home to you, Binnie.”

“Then what could ever be wrong?”

You sighed. “It just gets so tiring of being the only one who can’t drink.”

A look of understanding takes over Changbin. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “I know it’s unfair, Jagi.”

There are tears that prickle at your eyes. You know it’s a stupid thing to be upset over. Most days your diabetes is just a part of life. You barely blink an eye at how it affects you. But then there are nights like tonight.

“I hate it! We were supposed to celebrate tonight, for Sana’s new promotion. Everyone got smashed and I just had to drink water. Why do I have to be like this?”

He patted the back of your head. “It’s a shit card to have.” He agreed with you. Changbin never made you think your feelings were invalid. Even though somewhere in the back of your head, you knew you shouldn’t be crying about not being able to drink alcohol, you needed to. And Changbin understood that. He would let you yell, curse, and even sometimes break things. All the while agreeing and comforting you.

Your emotions merge into an overwhelming appreciation. Hot tears slide down your cheeks as you cling to his shirt. You mumble the words as he holds you tighter. “Thank you.”

Minho

You sighed as Minho continued to give you the cold shoulder. He had been refusing to talk to you ever since you got back from the doctors. You hadn’t been checking your blood sugar as diligently as you should have been recently, and the visit had been a clear indicator of that.

Finally, you had had enough. “Will you at least say something instead of sitting there fuming?”

He glared at you but kept his lips pressed together.

“I can be mad too, you know. It’s inconvenient to have to prick myself at least four times a day.”

“Inconvenient?” His voice was much louder than you expected. You immediately shrunk back. “Making sure you’re healthy is inconvenient for you?”

“You don’t understand.” You mumbled and turned your head away from him. You were wishing you had left him cold and quiet now.

“Oh no. I understand perfectly fine. I get that it’s really unfair to have to monitor everything you do and eat and then have to take a million tests in a day and sometimes the insulin shots on top of that.” His anger slowly fizzled as he spoke. “What I don’t get is how you can so defiantly not take care of yourself. Do you know how lost I would be if something happened to you?”

Your heart ached at the sadness in his tone now.

“When I get that call that says you’ve been admitted to the hospital, my whole world shatters.”

You move closer and lay your head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Minho. I promise I’ll try harder.”

He sighed softly and pressed a kiss against your temple. “I love you, Jagi.”

Bang Chan

You had told Bang Chan about your diabetes on your second date. Your stomach dropped as his eyebrows rose and he responded with a soft ‘oh’. It was always a hard bump to get over when starting a relationship, but you felt worse about how it had gone. You hadn’t even softened the blow for him but rather just blurted it out.

You checked your phone again, hoping for a new notification. You had only received a few texts since the awful dinner finished. You were sure he was trying to run. And who could blame him? You hadn’t done a stellar job at explaining anything.

You groaned as you replayed the sentence in your head. I have type 2 diabetes. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect second date material.

Your phone went off and you jumped at the notification. You fumbled for it and bite your bottom lip to hide the wide grin that begged to be free as you saw it was Bang Chan. He wanted you to come outside.

You practically skipped out of your apartment to see him leaning against his car. He greeted you with the knee weakening, dimpled smile and a hug.

“What’re you doing here so late?”

“I wanted to talk to you about something important.”

“Okay.” You swallowed hard. Those weren’t the words to put your nerves at ease.

“I’ve been doing a lot of research over the past few days, since you told me about your diabetes.”

“Research?”

“Yeah, like what type 2 means and what’s the best way to help someone who has it. Most of the stuff just said to be a good support system so I wanted you to know that I’m here to do that. I’ll help you do anything, including,” he paused and reached back toward his car. Your heart was already melting at his words, but when he turned back around with a jar of almonds in his hands you knew that Bang Chan was special. “Making sure you have snacks at the ready for when you need them.”

You were truly touched that he had done so much just for you. You took the almonds from his outstretched hand and let the happiness in your chest bring you courage. You leaned in quick and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

Woojin

You always felt awkward about taking your insulin out around people. You had already told Woojin about your situation, but actually seeing it was always a different story. You fidgeted under his stare.

“Do you need any help?”

“Um, I can do it.” You felt so small. You couldn’t even bring your eyes to meet his. It was only a moment before his warm hand was holding your cold one.

“I know you can silly, but I want to help. What can I do?”

“You’re not freaked out by the needle?”

“Jagi, I’m apart of your daily life now. I’m going to be here for all the shots. What do you need me to do?”

Heat flooded your cheeks at his sweet words. He had already learned that he could get whatever he wanted when he used that pet name. “You can hold my shirt up.”

You showed him how high you needed it and then quickly gave yourself the insulin.

“Does it hurt? I mean, I know you have to do it everyday, but like does it feel like a shot every time?”

You can’t help but giggle at his curiosity. “Not every time, but sometimes. It’s all about how you give the injection. It has to be the right angle and the right spot.”

“Is it always in your stomach?”

“No. Actually, if you always put it in the same spot, you can get a lump that forms. It’s pretty gross.”

Woojin rattled off with more questions. He made you laugh and feel normal. You couldn’t thank him enough for accepting you this way.

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i-cant-do-this-all-day · 6 years

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Royally Screwed // Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: After a party and quite a lot of drinking Y/n Stark finds herself in quite a predicament // Part Four / Final Part??

Warnings: teen pregnancy, language

Author’s Note: I might add another part cause I feel like this was rushed and didn’t end well but I was under a lot of stress with school and family so this will have to do for now.

One month since I had spoken to any of the Avengers. Two months since I had last spoken to my Dad. Six months since I found out about my pregnancy. Eight and a half months since the night that started it all.

Everything was falling together nicely; May and Peter had set up a crib and changing table in his already cramped room, I had attempted to help but they refused, saying I needed to rest.

Peter had learned about Tony’s lash-out, despite my very concise instructions to not tell him. He didn’t take it well threatening to go over there and have a chat with my Dad himself. I had eventually talked him out of it, saying that with my Dad’s vast array of weapons nearby there was a slim to none chance of him coming out uninjured.

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I awoke with with a groan and a pain in my abdomen. I passed it off as a cramp and attempted to fall back asleep but was soon awaken by the same pain.

“Fuck.” I knew what was happening but I wanted to deny it, it was two weeks too soon.

Just another fuck up of mine. I slowly removed myself from Peter’s arms and walked to the bathroom, careful to avoid any loose screws or tools Peter and May left lying around.

I closed the door, making sure no noise was heard through the small apartment. I looked at myself in the mirror for a split second before letting the cold water hit my face.

A knock at the door woke me from my daze.

“Y/n, you alright?” Peter. How did he even realize I was gone?

“Uh, yeah, why?” I needed a minute to collect myself before I told him so that I could calm him down.

“My spidey sense is going insane and then I woke up and you weren’t there.”

I sighed and opened the door to find Peter in sweatpants hanging loosely around his waist and his curls running freely on his head.

“Well, uh, Pete?”

“Yeah?” He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“I think I might be going into labor? But I don’t really know?” I said with extreme caution in my voice.

He instantly snapped awake. “I, uh, um, uh, May!” I shushed him, feeling immediate guilt for waking the older woman but seconds later she came stumbling out.

“Yeah! I’m up! What’s happening?” She rubbed her eyes as well before staring at us both.

Pain rippled through my body once again as I held onto Peter for support.

“Oh dear God. Okay, Peter get a bag packed, come on Y/n, honey, we’re getting you to the car.” May instructed. Peter nodded and took off back into his room as he ran his fingers through his wild hair.

May took ahold of my arm and helped guide me down the stairs and into the car just in time for Peter to come running back down with a bag.

“I-I think I got everything?” Peter said, slight concern in his voice.

“It’s fine, Pete, let’s go.” May ordered, pulling him into the car and putting it in drive.

The drive was once again short, but painful. My contractions had been getting closer and closer together, as well as incresingly painful.

“Why is this going so fast? I thought labor was supposed to take hours!” I said through a groan.

“Well, I guess yours isn’t! I don’t know maybe it’s something to do with Peter’s powers!” May shouted, still mildly frantic.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I muttered.

“Anything I can do to help?” Peter asked as he placed his hand on my abdomen.

I leaned into his touch and rested my head on his shoulder, “It hurts.”

“I know. I know.” He ran his fingers through my hair and he comforted me.

“These are the times I wish I still had my Dad.” I whimpered.

Peter didn’t respond, I saw May look at us through the the rear-view mirror.

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, not including my muffled groans and whimpers.

When we finally arrived, May ran inside to get a room while Peter helped me and gathered the bags.

By the time Peter and I got into the building I was being pulled away and into a room.

The three of us got everything settled and awaited the doctor’s arrival.

“I’m going to go see what’s taking so long.” May announced.

Peter and I nodded as he gripped my hand with an iron grip.

Another contraction ripples through my body, causing my grip on Peter to instensify.

May and the doctor, Dr. Reed, cane in shortly after. He did a short exam and concluded that I was, in fact, eight centimeters.

He was genuinely surprised at the speed of the progress, saying he’s never seen someone go through labor so fast.

I helped Peter fill out basic paperwork in the few minutes I was released from the pain of the contractions.

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Only forty five minutes later our baby was born.

Dr. Reed was still surprised by the speed of it all and helped the nurse take her away to do tests.

“Pete,” I said breathlessly, “we need a name.”

“I like the name Amelia.” He shrugged as if he wasn’t panicking internally.

I thought for a moment before smiling at him, “Amelia Rose?”

“Amelia Rose.” He tested the name on his tongue. “I love it.” He smiled wide and kissed the back of my hand. “And I love you.”

“I love you too.” I leaned up and kissed him.

“You guys are cute.” I looked over to see May still sitting in the corner. We all chuckled and started to make conversation.

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It had been about an hour and half since we had seen Amelia when the doctor came back in without her, slightly worrying me.

“W-What’s wrong.” Peter spoke before I could form words.

“Nothing is wrong.” He smiled. “We just found abnormalities in your daughter’s DNA and we figured we would tell you, even if it doesn’t affect her yet.” He looked to Peter and winked, as Peter dropped his head. “A nurse should be in here within a few minutes with her.”

I thanked him and put a shoulder on Peter’s shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

“I fucked her up.” He said as he put his head in his hands.

“Peter Parker you did not fuck her up.” The door opened interrupting our conversation. A nurse handed me Amelia and then left us alone. “See. She’s perfect.”

He looked up at the little girl, who was wrapped in a thick blanket.

He took her from me after a few minutes and held her close, only letting her go when May came back in.

“She’s beautiful guys, you should be proud, I know I am.” I smiled and adjusted myself in the bed.

“Get some sleep babe, you need it.” Peter advised.

“But-“

“We’ll watch her.” May interrupted, already knowing what i was going to say.

I nodded and thanked them before letting myself close my eyes.

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We were allowed to leave with Amelia a week later.

Peter opened the door of the car and took the baby carrier from me as well as helping me out. We slowly made our way up the steps of the apartment complex, following May, who had all the bags.

May held the door open for the pair of us as we entered the small apartment. Peter flipped up the light switch, turning on the light as we were met with an abundance of people and a banner.

I immediately recognized them as the Avengers and some people from S.H.I.E.L.D.

I smiled as I was enveloped in hugs and showered with ‘Congratulations.’

I started to cry as I leaned into the embraces I had been needing lately. The validation. Not just from Peter and May, but the people I grew up with, I needed to know that they still accepted me.

As everyone pulled away I searched for one familiar face although I was nearly positive it wasn’t going to be there. Natasha put her hand on my shoulder as I scanned the last of the crowd, not finding the one person who’s validation I needed more than everyone else’s.

My eyes met her’s and I tried to hide the disappointed look on my face.

We all sat in the small living space as we caught up. Some of the team I haven’t seen since my dad found out and found out through the news. Everyone saw and got to hold Amelia before I put her down for a nap.

Everyone else was in the midst of laughing at an embarrassing story Rhodey was telling about when I was a baby as I hid my face in Peter’s shoulder.

“Wouldn’t I be more qualified to tell those stories, Rhodes?” My throat almost closed instantly. I looked up slowly and peered over the top of the couch. Peter placed a protective arm around me as he stared him down.

“Dad?” The strangled sound made its way out of my mouth. “What’re you doing here.”

He held a bouquet of flowers and his left hand was shaking ever so slightly.

“Can we go somewhere private?” I looked back at everyone else, who had all stood up and looked ready to attack. All except Natasha, she just smirked at me.

“Y-Yeah.” I got up and led him to the room shared by Peter, me and now Amelia, making sure to position myself between him and a now sleeping Amelia. He shut the door slowly before taking a deep breath. He was about to speak when his eyes caught the small figure of Amelia. He moved closer and I watched him intently. He took her small hand into his palm as tears dropped down onto the mattress.

In less than a second he had his arms wrapped tightly around my back and he sobbed into my shoulder.

“I’m sorry I left you like that. I’m so so sorry, I can never forgive myself.” He repeated into my ear as I wrapped my arms tightly around his midriff.

“Dad…” I whimpered. He pulled away and wiped the tears with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I don’t know what I was thinking just leaving you like that. I should’ve helped instead of lashing out and Steve says I lashed out again when you tried to help me but I don’t even remember it and I’m such a screw up and-“ He rambled.

“Dad. I forgive you.” I cut him off. “I understand I didn’t allow for you to react before I took off. We were both in the wrong. and I hope we can forgive each other.” Amelia began to stir because of the noise in the room.

“May I?” He asked.

I nodded but still watched him carefully as he cooed and rocked her gently. I smiled as he began to cry again.

“Y/n she’s so beautiful.” He cried before setting her back down in her crib where she fell back asleep.

I led him back out to the rest of the team where he thanked May and Peter for taking care of me for the past couple of months. We talked for a while, just like old times. We may have some things to work on but it was the start of the better life ahead.

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hystericalrogertaylor · 5 years

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Reconnecting (Chapter Twelve)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 2529

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: A mugging (violence), cussing, drinking, mentioned sex

A/N: I did not combine the names of my two doctors to make the doctor’s name in this chapter...nope...not at all... Also, I’m sorry if the gif doesn’t move on a computer, I don’t know what’s up with it. And on mobile it may look like one big block of text but there are paragraph breaks! I’m sorry it looks so awkward, I’ll try to figure it out.

Master list

(Not linking the Spotify playlist because Tumblr’s been having issues with Spotify or something. Either way, it’s not working.)

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You were struggling, mentally and physically. Mentally because your life was not where you wanted it to be and everything seemed to be going wrong. Physically because you were stumbling down the streets, trying to remember how to get home. You only realized half an hour after leaving the bar that you probably should’ve let John help you home. You were so out of it at that point, however, that you didn’t even hear the footsteps of the men behind you.

“Hey,” one of them called out threateningly. You turned around, trying to focus your vision on what was in front of you. “Give us the bag.”

“What?” you slurred, still not understanding what was happening.

“Give us your bag!” a short, angry man yelled.

“No!” You hugged your purse to your chest, backing away slowly. “No, it’s mine!”

One of the men, the tallest of the bunch, stepped forwards and grabbed one of the straps, yanking on it as hard as he could. Being drunk and weak, you lost your grip on it, falling forward onto your knees from the force of having the object yanked from your arms. One of the men kicked you in the ribs before turning tail and running away with the others.

You lay there for God knows how long, groaning in pain and trying to contain your tears. You didn’t want anyone to find you, fearing the worst could happen. Eventually, you pulled yourself up with the help of a bush, this time limping on towards your house.

When you finally arrived, you slammed the door shut and slid down the wall, finally letting out all your tears. You could feel that your ribs were bruising, and taking a breath in hurt. Not to mention you were without all of your cash, ID’s, credit cards, and key to get into the studio.

You phoned Freddie’s house about an hour later, after finally having been able to calm down. “Hello, Paul Prenter speaking, Freddie Mercury’s house,” the person on the other line said.

“Paul, I need to talk to Freddie.” You yawned, the alcohol and crazy night catching up to you.

“He’s busy, (L/n),” Paul said, clearly annoyed. “What do you want?”

“I want to talk to Freddie,” you said, slurring your words together again.

“No.” With that, Paul hung up on you.

You sighed, flopping down on the couch. The rest of the band was likely asleep, meaning you couldn’t call them for help getting into the studio tomorrow. Well, you knew Roger was most definitely not asleep, but you didn’t want him to pick up the phone in the middle of having sex with some random woman.

You decided to just go to bed; you’d figure it out in the morning. You stumbled into the bedroom, getting under the covers without even taking off your day clothes. James stirred, but you thankfully didn’t wake him.

While Roger was sharing a bed with some one night stand, you were sharing a bed with James for the first time in forever.

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“Who was that?” Freddie asked, looking over at Paul. The two of them had gone back to Freddie and Mary’s flat after things at the bar had calmed down. They were watching a movie and getting more drunk when they got your call. Freddie and Mary had been laughing too hard at something to be able to hear Paul say your last name.

“No one.” Paul sat back down, unmuting the movie.

Freddie frowned. “Well, it couldn’t have been no one if they have my number.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “It’s no big deal, (Y/n) just wanted to tell you she’d gotten home safely.”

“All right…” Freddie was skeptical. He made a mental note to call you back once the movie was over. But he never got the chance; he passed out five minutes later.

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Roger did end up having sex with the girl. Her name was either Amanda or Amara, he couldn’t remember. He sat at the foot of his bed, smoking a cigarette while she was fast asleep behind him. All he could think was that the experience was so unspeakably boring.

He’d done this countless times before. How many women had he brought home and done the exact same thing with? They’d want the same type of boring, everyday sex, which was fine with him at first, but now it all felt wrong. He felt like there was something better he could be doing with his time.

The entire time, he also couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, like there was something in his life he needed to fix. But he couldn’t pinpoint it. He only realized as he smoked that cigarette what it was. It was things with you.

He hadn’t seen you leave the bar, and the empty pit in his stomach was the anxiety he felt. He had seen you take those shots, and he knew you’d be drunk. He wanted you to be safe. He acknowledged that he’d been irrationally angry, and going and finding a woman just to spite you made him kind of an asshole. Okay, a supreme asshole. The king of the assholes.

“Rogieeeeee,” Amanda/Amara suddenly whined, drawing out the last syllable. “Rogie, come back here. Let’s do that again.” He looked back and saw her sitting up, sheets pooled around her waist, smirking.

He rolled his eyes, turning back around. “Not interested.”

She slowly crawled over to Roger, hugging him from behind, making sure one of her hands landed low on his stomach. “C’mon, babe. While the night’s still young.” She leaned her head down, biting his neck, no doubt leaving another mark.

Roger groaned, rolling his shoulder back to push her off. Amanda/Amara sat back onto the bed, letting out another whine. “Why nooooot?”

“Because I’ve got shit to fix.” Roger stood up, not even bothering to put pants or boxers back on. He flew into his living room, picking up the phone and dialing your phone number as fast as he could.

But you didn’t pick up. Because you were asleep. Roger slammed the phone down, putting his head in his hand with shame.

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You managed to get to the studio first the next day. You wanted to be there when the next person got there, so they could let you in.

That next person ended up being John. He looked relieved to see you alive. Without mentioning last night or the way you were still limping, he unlocked the door and walked with you into the studio.

Brian came next, and then Freddie, which was strange. Freddie never arrived before the rest of the band. Where was Roger? You knew the answer, but just didn’t want to admit it.

Roger walked in almost an hour late. He had a coat on, a scarf around his neck, and a small bouquet of roses in his hand. You tried to avoid looking at him and the scarf, which you knew was covering various hickeys, but the roses caught your eye. He hovered awkwardly by the door for a few seconds before shuffling over to you. He held out the roses to you, not making eye contact. “These, um...these are for you.”

You blinked, grabbing them out of his hand. “Um, thanks. But, why?”

Roger sighed, actually looking at you now. “Because I feel bad. I was a jerk last night and you didn’t deserve to be snapped at like that.”

You smiled, setting the roses down on the couch and standing up. “How thoughtful, thank you Roger.” You opened your arms, inviting him into a hug.

He breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around you tightly. However, he squeezed in the wrong place on your back, causing your ribs to flare up with pain. You yelped, falling back into your seat with his arms still around you.

Roger took a step back, frowning. “What? What happened?”

You put a hand on your ribs, taking a few deep breaths. “Ugh, if that guy cracked my rib--”

“What?” Roger asked more insistently. “If who cracked your rib? Did James--?” The look in his eyes could kill.

“No,” you answered quickly. “No, not James. I was mugged, but I’m fine.” You slowly leaned onto the armrest, trying to ease the pain.

Roger’s eyes went wide, and he looked like he was trying not to cry. “W-when?”

“After I left the bar last night.”

Roger nodded, pressing his lips together. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Just my dignity.” You tried to laugh, but Roger didn’t want to play along.

“Guys, I’m taking (Y/n) to the hospital,” Roger stated to everyone else, reaching out a hand to help you up.

You chuckled. “Rog, I’m fine, trust me. I’m not in too much pain if I don’t mess with it. Or shower.”

“Remember when we both broke our arms when I fell out of that tree?” Roger asked suddenly.

“Um...yeah?”

“You ran for help, even when you were in excruciating pain. You helped me. And now it’s about time I helped you.” He grabbed your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Awww, how adorable!” Freddie practically squealed from the corner of the room, a large, toothy smile on his face. You smiled while Roger rolled his eyes at Freddie’s antics.

Roger helped you off the couch and assisted you out into the parking lot. The two of you took his car to the nearest emergency room. He helped you into the building, because the pain had slowly gotten worse since you’d gotten up that morning. You checked in, told the receptionist the problem, and waited for a tech to call you back for a CT scan and X-ray.

Your best friend stayed with you the whole time. He stood off to the side, with a heavy shawl draped over his whole body to protect from radiation, as you got the X-ray, and stood right next to you, in a similar heavy garment, talking to you soothingly while you were sent into a large donut for the CT scan. You felt a million times better with him there next to you.

You and Roger waited in an exam room for what felt like forever. Finally, a doctor named Dr. Hinton came in, holding the results of your X-ray and CT scan.

“The X-ray didn’t show us anything,” he explained, “which is a good sign, it means nothing is seriously broken. The CT scan, however, showed us a couple of fractures. Nothing terrible, but you’ll still need to treat it. We recommend some pain meds and icing the area as much as you can. Does it hurt to breathe?” You nodded. “Okay, well, you can’t be afraid to breathe deeply. You need to do that so your lungs don’t get weaker, you could get pneumonia. Try not to do too many strenuous things, you could make the injury worse. Come back and see me in a week.”

You and Roger then took a trip to the local drug stores to get one of those ice bags people use in cartoons when they injure themselves, and then to a grocery store for a large bag of ice. Roger filled the ice pack in the parking lot before gently placing it on your abdomen area. “There,” he whispers. “Feel good?”

You nodded, putting your hand over Roger’s and holding the ice pack in place. “Thank you so much for helping me,” you said, looking up at him.

He gave you a sad smile. “My pleasure. I’m sorry I acted like a dick last night. I just...need to learn to control my temper.”

“Took you twenty-six years to figure that out?” you joked, nudging him in the arm with your other fist.

Roger nodded, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, you’d think I would’ve gotten it before this.” He moved his hand to your face, kneeling down so he could be more level with you. “You know I care about you, right? I know I can be a whiny little bitch at times, but I’ll always be there for you when you need me.”

You smiled, grabbing his hand and holding it. “I know, Rog. And I greatly appreciate you and everything you’ve ever done for me.”

Roger sighed, pulling his hand away and going to sit in the driver’s seat of his car. He started the engine, driving off towards his house.

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The two of you sat on Roger’s couch, cuddled up together, watching a movie while you iced your rib. You couldn’t help but wonder, as you sat there happy as could be, if this could be your life. He’d kissed you, you could tell he had feelings for you. But could you actually date a person like Roger Taylor?

“Hey Roger?” you asked.

“What’s up?” he responded, suddenly more alert. “Do you need more ice? Are you in pain?”

“No, I’m fine.” You slowly repositioned yourself so you could see his face. “I was just wondering...just...what am I to you?”

Roger blinked, as if he didn’t understand the question. “Well, you’re my best friend.”

“No, but...do you want me to be more to you?” When he still looked confused, you kept talking. “I mean, we kissed at that bar the other night, I was wondering if that meant you wanted a different kind of relationship with me.”

Roger thought about it for a second. “I mean, that sounds nice, but you know I’m not stellar at dating.”

“I know,” you answered. “But, if you really like me in that way, then maybe you’d be more willing to try?”

Roger sighed. “Probably not,” he admitted.

You felt like you’d been punched in the gut. “But...why not?”

You could tell he was getting agitated. “I don’t know! Because...ugh. I’m too rowdy for you. I party too hard and have too much sex and drink and smoke too much, while you’d rather stay home and drink some warm tea and read a book. We weren’t meant for each other.”

You blinked your tears away. “Roger, that’s crazy. If we both like each other, we should be making an effort to see if we could make a relationship work!”

Roger shook his head. “There’s no point. Eventually, you’re going to get tired of having a boyfriend who comes home at four in the morning, drunk and horny, all the fucking time.”

“Better than what I’m dealing with now!” you shouted. As the shock registered on Roger’s face, you tried to smooth over what you’d just said. “Let’s not fight, we just made up. Let’s just watch the movie. Forget I said anything.”

Roger looked like he was going to blow up again. He sat back, taking several deep breaths. “Do you want to stay over tonight?” he asked suddenly.

You sighed, leaning over onto him again. “Yeah,” you breathed. “I suppose.”

The two of you sat in silence. The movie played, but neither of you were interested. He was busy thinking about how he’d just fucked up, and you were too busy scolding yourself for having such a foolish dream of a life with Roger.

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