#OWWWW I NEED HER TO BE OKAY GOD PLEASE PLEASE
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mikukisses · 10 months ago
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Ako Gives Birth
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Good girl !! Our baby is almost crowning! You're making such good pushes, the hard part is about to come, our baby’s head needs room to be pushed out , give me a big hard push and lets see if you can get the baby to come out any farther!"
Rinko gave words of encouragement to Ako as she pushed out their baby
"I CANT SO THIS, I don't want to give birth!!! Oh god- It hurts so much, Its tearing me apart! Don't make me do this, OH GOD WHYY, please, PLEASE it hurts, it hurts so much AHH!!! WAHHH" Ako kept yelling as pushed as hard as she could with the painful contractions
Ako screeched as the baby forced it's way into her birthing canal and started to form a teardrop in her vagina. Rinko watched as Ako's vaginal lips parted and her whole body was shaking when the head was stretching her walls and coming to a full crown.
"It's okay baby! Our baby will be here soon!"
"ahhh!! Ahhh WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME! it HURTSSSSSS!!! RINKO!! It HURTSSSS!" Ako whined as she tried pushing the head out. It wouldn't budge
"WHYYY AHHH OWWWW IT HURTS MY PUSSY IT HURTSS HELP ME OH GOD WAHHHHH WAHHH IT HURTSSS ITS HURTING MY CLITORIS HURTSS, MY PUSSY IS BURNING OH MY GOD-AH-AH-WAHHHH"
"OH MY GODDD- THE BABY I FEEL IT MOVING- OH GOD ITS COMING- RINKO ITS COMING THE HEADS GONNA POP OUT"
"AHH-- ITS PRESSING- ITS PRESSING ON MY ENTRANCE- THE INSIDE- OH GOD AHHHH ITS TRYING TO FIGHT ITS WAY OUT AHHH RINKO OOOH"
she was yelling, but she starting to scream as loud as she could as the baby shot out of her vagina and into Rinkos arms
"Would you look at that...we had a baby!!"
"Y-yay" Ako cheered, sounding defeated
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volivolition · 5 months ago
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FURY OF A SHATTERED MIRROR CHAPTER 16 LIVE BLOGGING UNDER THE CUT
[MAKES A REALLY PAINED SOUND] EMPAFY. ELEGDROGEMISTY. WHERE ARE THEY. I MISS THEM HKJFH
okay hold on scooting back to the beginning WE ARE IN PAIN ARUGH.
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a groggy passenger... hello our "shivers" :'] <3
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^ cries about him as usual. One day at a time, Harrier. You can do this. awhghj... sobs forever...
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"RHETORIC - *Little*?" HKJGHG
urhg i love how inland is written in this so much...
HALF LIGHT HVKJHG "SOMEONE'S HARVESTED YOUR FUCKING ORGANS." NOOOO BUDDY NO!!
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INTERFACING YOU'RE THE MVP OF ALL TIME, IMMEDIATE TAKING STOCK. ough SCREAMED when this was spoken "Motherfucker. Roll call, *NOW*." LIKE OH SHIT!!
i love how everyone answers roll call hkjhg theyre so silly... volition IMMEDIATELY complying, taking it seriously. all of the physiques hkjhg and drama "I doth remain." you sure do buddy!!
"Anyone else?" ... "Shit." OH GOD OH FUCK. SCREAMS. THE DRAMA IN THESE LINES. THE TENSION IN THE SILENCE. GOING WILD ABOUT THIS BTW.
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i love pain threshold. very much.
PSYCHOLOCOMOTOR'S PRAYER!! ough surely the -1 to the communist skill and the +2 to the fascism skill won't mean anything important for later checks
FINALLY SOMEONE'S HANDED YOU THE SCRIPT!! THANK FUCKING GOD HKJHF
"That's just indigestion I think" lmao... oH AND THE. "When was the last time you ate" "You don't know" THAT PARALLELS THE QUESTION YOU CAN ASK THE PRINCESS ISN'T IT? AND HER ANSWER??
ohhh endurance you're. so fucking weird and silly and dumb. arent u usually into the monarchy? a little bit?? hkjgh HI AUTHORITY WELCOME BACK JHGKJH "the highest authority imaginable short of God himself, and he's been rather scarce as of late." <- OKAY REALLY COOL LINE ACTUALLY.
narrator honey when did you get some communism in you bro hkjhg HKJGH NARRATOR YOU HAVE TO BE NICE.
again endurance you are so fucked up sometimes my guy hkjgh
"LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - I don't know where to begin." HAHAAKJHSKJHFKJH. TRULY "GOD WHERE DO I START WITH THAT"
"hey can we talk about how authority just reappeared?" [everyone collectively shrugs and moves on]
HKJGH YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SEXIST ABOUT IT HKJHGF
OH THE ATTEMPT AT GETTING ECHEM AGAIN HJKHFKJFH back to getting the gang back together! once more, from the top!
HEY ITS THE LEDGER YAY!! "the part of your brain that knows how to read and write these scribbles is missing." [MAKES A SAD LITTLE SOUND...]
HEY HEY HI SUGGESTION!! :] came back with the ledger because it gives you the skill bonus!!
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HEH.
"YOU - I'm not buying into fascism, fucker. (Opt the *fuck* out)." THATS RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER WE ARE OPTING THE *FUCK* OUT!!!!
im not actually sure what this rhetoric check is referring to :0 alas.
oh goddamnit yeah we're still going down this route hkfjhf ENDURANCE WINKS. STUPID ASS-
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HKGJHG EVERYONE BE SO NICE TO PAIN THRESHOLD RIGHT NOW HFKJFH
DAMN. GODSPEED, FULL-ASS YOUR MORNING JOG!!! GO GO GO!!!
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SMILING ABOUT HIM SMILING ABOUT HIM SMILING ABOUT HIM SO HARD I LOVE THIS GUY WAJHFGKFHJGH....
VOICE OF THE HERO HI BUDDY I MISSED YOU!!!
OWWWW OKAY WE'RE GOING IN I GUESS HJKH
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I LOVE YOU DEARLY DRAMA YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME.
oh that missing check is DEFINITELY savoir faire. actually i need to make a list of the guys we're missing because goddamn i love organization. we still need Ency, Concept, VisCal, Emmy, Espri, Echem, Hand/Eye, React Speed and Savvy!
ooohj god we just. hit the wall okay ouch hjdkhd
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WELL THATS ONE WAY TO GET HER BACK HKJFHG HEY CONCEPT <3
noticing "Shivers" and Hero are a bit different hehe... oh yes, hero, pronounce revachol the soft "sh" way please hdkjhd "PLEASE DONT CALL ME BROTHER." HJKFHF...
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do you have a purpose buddy? personally i think you're just fine, very good support pillar <3 YAYYY NEW TASK NEW TASK FOR THE HERO YAY YAY YAY YIPPEE HEHEHE we'll slot it in! we'll figure it out buddy!!
"HALF LIGHT - TAKE IT." hdkjh okay buddy okay okay chill
inland and hero hanging out. having a good time <3 its okay dreamer i love hearing your funny words <3
HSJKHKFJH "Again, again, again!" HDJKFH <33 OKAY COACH WELL. AT LEAST WE GOT A MORALE POINT.
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^ HAKIHSJKDHDKJD SMILES. SMILES THEYRE SO SILLY HEHEHEHE
"Well same to you! Goddamn." HAIKHJD??? GODDAMN.
cmon inland!! cmon!! cmon!!!!! ALL OF THE. EVERY CALLBACK FOR THE CHECK, EVERY SMALL THING... OH WEEPS FOREVER. NO DAMNIT... DAMNIT...
"no, this is a new one, even for us" HDJKFHKFJ... YEAH "SHIVERS" AND INLAND DON'T USUALLY DO THIS KIND OF THING.
half light... oh my darling....
"LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - People die when they are killed." so true logi. you're so right.
volition and hero encouraging not to kill her but... we've got too many physiques. and the body remembers what the mind may forget...
OW. FUCK. FUCKING HELL HERE WE GO. THE CHECK... BEAT POLIO, THE JAW... HJKDH HI ENCY IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME WE'RE GETTING THE SHIT KICKED OUT OF US
oh half light remembering, half light KNOWING... oH GOD IT'S BECAUSE VISCALC AND REACTION SPEED AREN'T HERE. WE'RE MISSING TOO MANY MOTORICS. OH GOD. NO OH NO
HANDY!!!!!! HANDY I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY TO SEE YOU BUDDY AAAAAKJSHKDJHDKJFDHDHN HHEEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH YAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! OH MHNJVFJNFKJFNKJFD IM SOS CIJFFKJNDKJFNDFIGNID YAY!!
"HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Legendary: Success] - Shotgun blast." THIS IS THE FUNNIEST TWO WORDS TO COME BACK WITH WITHOUT CONTEXT THANK YOU HANDY THANK YOU I LOVE YOU HJKDHFKJHF IM SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THIS GUY.
IS HE TALKING ABOUT THE ESPRIT EVENT??? WAIT DID SOMEONE SURVIVE? IS IT OKAY???
WHOOPS HE FORGOT OH WELL BACK TO THE PRESENT. some fucking day buddy you'll get your gun back MARK MY WORDS, with the hand/eye +3 YOU ARE GOING TO GET THAT GUN I FUCKING PROMISE HDJHD my god im ALWAYS SO HAPPY WHEN A SKILL GETS THEIR CHANCE TO SHINE HHEHE GO HAND/EYE GO!! FLAGRANT DISREGARD GET UP PAIN THRESH LET'S GET MOVING.
okay back to the fight ourgh. actions scenes are so well written for most of the narration being localized to within harry's head, its so well done
EMPATHYYYYYY MY DARLING MY EVERYTHING MY FAVORITE GUY EVER!!! HELLO!!!! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE Y-
ELECTROCHEMISTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY!!! SPINS HIM IN A CIRCLE AAAAA YAYYYYY YIPPPEEE I WAS SO SCARED HE WASN'T COMING BACK HNDKJDHJ AND I GET A VOLITION AND ECHEM CONVERSATION I AM SO WINNING I AM SO HAPPY HEHEHEHEHE
IM JUST GONNA PASTE THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION ACTUALLY IT MAKES METOO HAPPY HKDJHD
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^ THOSE ARE MY GUYS THOSE ARE MY GUYSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! KICKS MY FEET SO HAPPILY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SMILES ABOUT THEM. empathy is DISAPPOINTED IN US HKJHDK and echem you make me so happy dude, YEAH WE GOT THE BRAIN CHEMICALS DUDE!! voli you have to be SO nice to him right now my beloved hkjhg
oh welp we killed her. and we're dying. oh no. OH AND THE FLASK... :'] still... not the worst. at least she enjoyed it. at least there was a shared laugh at the end. i can only hope for the best as we continue...
A WORTHY CHALLENGER. <3
OKAY LIST REWRITE, we're still missing VisCal, Espri, React Speed and Savvy!
are we sticking with this or are different guys going to be missing next time? WILL VOLITION BE GONE?? that'd be tragic. HDJKHD which voices will we gain from this? im definitely not as in tune with stp as i am with de so im never really sure about the princesses hkjhd Adversary i think??
wow. i love this fucking fic. hi thank you for reading my words, if you did. i appreciate you :]
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andichoseyou · 2 years ago
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here are all my notes that i wrote while watching the last episode i cant believe this season is overrrr 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
ive had enough of this yuri fella hope he dies haha
WINONA BOOOOBS
I NEED JOUVE AND HOP TO FUCK
JOYCE IS HORNYYHYY
THEYRE KISSINDHDHJRJEJEJDJ OMG OMG YES
eddie and dustin r gonna be the heroes yup
el is the best i love her so much pls
jason does not look good lol
murray and enzo are besties
YES THE FLAMETHROWER!!!!!!
give the pizza guy that flimsy joint yassss
I LOVE EDDIE AND DUSTIN EEE
i hope eddie doesn’t dieeee
i would die for steve harrington!!!!!
steve loves her so much:(
lucas and max:((((( they are so🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺BABIES!!!! it’s giving you belong with me music video
god i LOVE you mike and el !!!!!! MY BABIES FRRR
jonathan and will talking!!!!!! YES MY BOYS
CALEB MCCLAUGLIN IS ACTINNNGGG YAS
THIS IS FUCKING EPIC FUCK YEAHHH EDDIE!!!!!
THIS GUITAR PLAYING SCENE IS SO FUCKINH DOPE
THE SNOW BALL
I LOVE DUSTIN AND EDDIE SO MUCH I CANYGSBDBDBDH THEY ARE SO CUTE
robin and nancy are GIRLFRIENDS!
baby max🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
fucking exploding blood balloons?????
JASON VS LUCAS SCENE LETS GO
oh hell no jim better not die again bruh
JOPPER JOPPER JOPPER KISSSSSSS JOPPER KISS!!!!!!!!!!
WDDIEENDNNDJDEXDIE EDDIE NOO EDDIE NODOEKDNDJNDNDJDJDJ
“normal’s just a raging psychopath” is the new “normal is boring”
GET HIS ASSS LUCASSBBDBD
YESHSHSHHDHD UESS YES ELEVENENJDJDJDJ YESSSDBHFBDHDB
“you.” “hi.” JNDJDJDJDJDJ THATS MY BITCH
MAX ANSD EL REUNION BDHDHD I LOVE YHEMMMDNNDJD
IF YOU TOUCH HER AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
VECNA VS EL BUT THERE IS STILL AN HOUR LEFT WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEND NDJD
NO NOT EL MOT MY BABEYYYY WWTFWTF
THE PARALLELS BETWEEN HENRY AND WILL’S DRAWINGS OF THE MINDFLYER
holy shit this is insane
el is so pure:( my baby:(
LUCAS EDDIE JIM ROBIN NANCY STEVE NOOOOOOOONKOODNNEEN
NOT MAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MIKES SPEECH INSJDJEJDNBDBD IT WAS BEYGER YHAN I THOUGJY IT WAS GOING TO BE OMGDBBDBDBD
I THOUGHT MAX WAS DEAD
JIM I SOKAU LICAS IS OKAY ROBIN AND NANCY AND STEVE ARE OKAY
MURRAY YOU FKD KTMKRNRNDNDN YASSHHDHDHDHD
JIM WITH A DFU KING SWORD????!!!?
RUNNING UP THAT HILL REMIX
WHAT THE FUCK
I STOPPED WRITINH NOTES AFTER TGAT BUT I JUST FINISHED THE EPISODE
EDDIE DIED??? ???!!!!! MAX IS IN A COMA!!!?’bb ??!!!!!????? THE PARTICLES IN HAWKINS???????? FUCKING EDDIE IS DEAD AND DIED IN DUSTINS ARNS????? MAX SAYING SHE COULD SEE AND GHAT SHE WASNT READY TO DIE FUCK AND LUCAS JUST HELD HER IM SO BDJDJDNDNDB IM CRYINH GUYSGEBDHD THAT WAS INSANE EBDBDBDNEJEJSJEJ EDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
guys that was so fucking insane so fucking good i love this fucking show so fucking much oh my god
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concentrateandpush · 4 years ago
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Broken down, Broken waters.
I have never been good with birthdays, adding pregnancy brain to it just left me hopeless. It wasn't until this morning when I woke up and saw people posting 'Happy birthday' on my husbands Facebook that I realised, shit, it's his birthday. I have nothing, no card, no presents, nothing. I get up half asleep, rubbing my round spherical belly "okay, alright baby" I whisper as I throw some clothes on as Joe sleeps in. I throw on a black tight dress, a denim jacket and some red chucks.
Finding my keys was a challenge at the best of times, so when I find them straight away I'm a little shocked. I haven’t driven for most of this pregnancy, at this point the seat is set for Joe's size, so I pull the seat back and sit down, letting my head fall back as I rub my 39 week baby bump.
Then my car cuts out. Fuck. I'm at the side of a motorway, my car will not start up, no matter how many times I try. I pick up my phone from my pocket and groan "fucks sake Lena" I whisper to myself as I realise I left it behind.
"Okay, oh god" I groan and rub my belly "were only about 20 minutes from home baby" I whisper and get out of the car, as I put my feet on the floor, I feel this movement in my stomach, I movement that makes me feel sick. My hand goes to my underbelly and I bite my lip, taking a deep breath before starting to walk. My legs part naturally as I feel the baby’s head starting to come down. Not now
It's a busy road and if I crossed it, I wouldn't need to walk as far, but I can't, I'm fully aware that I'm unable to run and the cars are going to fast.
I feel the sweat start to gather on my forehead as I take deep breaths "shit, oh god, not now baby" I groan as I stop and lean the railings, feeling my body cramp up, my lower abdomen and right around to my back, my belly tightens and I start to tear up, realising this is it, this is labor. I breathe through the contraction, letting out low moans mixed in with cries until the contraction is over.
I continue the walk, waddling, my legs still slightly parted and my belly hanging so low. I cant give birth here on the road side, but I don't know if I can hold the baby in. I place my hand between my legs, feeling how sore I am as I walk as fast as I can before feeling the next contraction radiating through my back. It's all in my back. I stop and squat down, holding onto the fence, crying to myself, taking deep breaths and moaning it out, nobody can hear me, so why does it matter.
There's still about 15 minutes to walk and I don't know if I can do it. I have no concept of time, all I know is that this baby wants to come out, there's so much pressure.
I carry on walking a little more, holding my underbelly and my back, panting. At this point the pain is barely stopping. I feel another shift in my body and gasp. "Oh no, no" I moan as I feel a gush of fluid between my legs, running down into my converse. I just break down at this point, squatting, my tight dress stretching to accommodate my spread legs. "Owwww" I cry out "ugh please!" I shout. I don't know why I'm saying please, or what for, but it just came out.
I take my jacket off and set it down on the grass, sitting on it and spreading my legs, reaching a finger down and pushing it inside as far as I can go. "Okay, oh.. okay" I whisper "there’s still time" I not. If I was to guess, I'm measuring about a 5, but that doesn’t change how much my body is telling me to push.
I walk a little further, starting to reach my neighbourhood before seeing a neighbour and waving frantically, holding between my legs, at this point, my dress is more like a top it's ridden up so much, my belly is tightening like crazy, I'm soaked from my waters, I'm red, hot and sweaty. "Anne, please, can you take me home?" I pant as she pulls over. She comes around and helps me into the car, setting the chair back so I can lay down.
Once she pulls up at home, I see Joe looking like he's about to puke "where the fuck did you go!?" He shouts angrily before hugging me tight. "Please, gentle, I'm in labor" I pant and he picks me up and carry's me to the house. "I went to get you a birthday present.. I forgot and.. happy birthday" I sigh. He laughs and kisses my head "I thought you were dead you nutter, I don’t care, looks like someone's stealing my birthday though" he smiles.
Luckily, my midwife lives 3 houses away, so once she knows what's happening, she's here in seconds. She walks in to find me on the carpet of the lounge floor, panting and squeezing Joe's hand. "Alright, okay sweetheart, let's get her comfortable Dad" she says to Joe and he grabs some pillows propping me up. "I wanted to give birth in hospital" I groan as she measures my dilation. "There's no time for that Lena, this baby is fully dilated" she smiles.
I shake my head "they can't be, I just measured-" I explain and she cuts me off "you can't really get a good measurement of your own dilation love". I nod and look to Joe in fear. "You've got this babe" he whispers.
"Okay, right, Momma, this baby is coming and fast, so let's work with it yeah?" She smiles and I nod, panting and crunching my face up. "I need a good hard push Lena, right here" she says as she lays her finger inside me. I hold my legs back and push silently for as long as I can before letting out a deep roar in relief that it's over. "Good job, I need that again Lena" she encourages me.
I pull my legs again and push, hard for as long as I can "ggaaahhhh" I cry out, feeling the baby start to open me up. I feel that the contraction is still there so I push again "mmmmmffff" I groan and I see Carol smiling "you're rocking it, baby’s head is just here, you're doing so well". I look to Joe as I try to breathe for a moment and see how hard he's crying "you're so beautiful" he smiles.
I laugh a little and shake my head before really bearing down and screaming out loud "mmmaahhhhhh!" I cry. "I wanna move, please, I want to be on my hands and knees" I whisper, through the panting and with in seconds they turn me over with out me having to do anything. "Let's get a towel under her yeah?" Carol says softly and Joe runs to get towels.
"He's going to be an amazing dad Lena" Carol smiles. I nod "I know he is, he's going to be perfect" I smile before pushing the hardest push so far. "Okay! Keep that coming, the head is just- you're crowning! Baby's head is crowning!" She says excitedly "pant it out, no pushing, let yourself stretch". "I can't I need to push" I groan and she shakes her head "hee hee hoo hoo" she mimics and I copy, moaning as I breathe like she said.
Joe runs back and puts the towels underneath me "oh Lena, Lena they have your color hair" he cries and I smile to myself. "Okay, you're good, let's get this baby out" Carol nods and I push, hard, I just want them here now. I feel a pop and a gush of fluids "oh my.." I reach down and feel the head. "Hello, hi little baby" I smile and rub gently before pushing again, holding the head steady as I gradually lean back.
I feel the shoulders unlodge and groan one last time before supporting baby up and on to my chest, trying to catch my breath as I rub its back. "It's a little girl" Carol smiles and I just cry "she's so beautiful" I cry. I notice Joe in the corner of my eyes just watching in awe. "How about Joanne babe?" I smile at him and he nods "yeah, yeah, hello baby, hi little Joanne" he smiles.
@hear-her-pushing - Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy reading this! 
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gummygowon · 4 years ago
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dreamers | jung wooyoung
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word count: 4.8k
genre: angst, fluff
best friends to lovers!
warnings: sad lmao
third person pov
it was a quiet friday night which was weird for a group of highschoolers. nothing was really going on, in terms of parties and high school games which was rare but it finally felt nice to not feel hungover for a whole weekend.
y/n and wooyoung were chilling on her bed after their friends had left her house. wooyoung lived a couple doors down from y/n's house and didn't feel like leaving just yet.
ever since y/n moved into the neighborhood in third grade, the two had become inseparable. the duo would tell each other everything from stupid crushes to ranting about how their favorite arcade game was rigged. and tonight was another one of those nights were the two could talk until the sun rose.
tonight's topic was about their futures and what they wanted to do since they were now seniors and adulthood was coming closer everyday.
"woo?" y/n asked, fiddling with one of her plushies.
"yes, y/n." wooyoung perked up his head from his phone.
"what are your plans after college?"
wooyoung paused for a moment, forming his answer carefully. "i don't think i'm going to college after high school."
"huh? what are you going to do then?" y/n asked, surprised her best friend wasn't going to some sort of culinary school since he would not stop cooking.
"i know it's kind of dumb but i wanna be an idol." wooyung confessed sheepishly.
"it's not dumb, woo." you argued back. "i mean you are one of hell of a dancer and you can sing. just send it."
his cheeks flushed a little bit at her comments. "are you sure? what if-"
"jung wooyoung. look at me." y/n said as she grabbed his wrists.
the boy looked up at her with doubt and worry washed over his face.
"you got amazing vocals that i'm pretty sure angels are jealous of you and you can literally beat anyone in a dance battle. including me, which is saying a lot." y/n joked as she flipped her hair.
it was true though. y/n was a killer dance and when her and wooyoung danced together, circles would form around them at parties.
"if you want to become an idol. become an idol. i want to brag to everyone that i'm bestfriends with the jung wooyoung."
wooyoung rolled his eyes at her and pulled his hands to hips. "wow, you really just want me for the clout huh?"
"no!" y/n answered and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "but seriously, i'll support you no matter what. hell i'll watch one of your practices if they even allow that."
"i don't think they would allow that y/n."
"whatever, just send me videos of you dancing at least." y/n huffed and crossed her arms.
"of course. i promise to send you weekly videos."
"good, i'll be waiting for those." she smiled at him.
"y/n, what are you going to do afterwards?" wooyoung asked, leaning back on his hands.
"i want to join the navy." her eyes glowed as she talked. "i want to help protect our country and working overseas seems so much fun."
wooyoung watched in amusement as his best friend begin to drabble on about her plans after high school. "how are am i supposed to send you my weekly dance videos then?"
"through a flash drive duh. unless they allow sailors access to computers but i doubt it. just write to me and send a flash drive over."
"you really want me to spend money on flash drives?" wooyoung sarcastically asked.
"yes if you're gonna become an idol, i am going to have to pay for a ticket to your concert aren't I?"
"i mean, i guess. but i can probably get you free ones."
"nah, there's no fun in that." y/n said as she waved her hand, shooing away that idea. "i want to fight over people for barricade tickets."
wooyung laughed at her dumb dream. "okay, do whatever you want y/n."
*
two months later, y/n was helping out wooyung practice for his audition for bighit. the poor kid could not stop stressing out about his audition that was in a few days.
wooyoung had been non stop preparing ever since he found out the audition date. after school, he did his homework right away and then went straight to practicing his vocals and dancing.  
on the weekends and when y/n had light homework loads during the week she would help out as much as she can.
today, wooyoung had probably been dancing for almost two hours in his backyard. he was constantly tweaking and perfecting dances that y/n was sure that his hair was going to turn gray before the audition even came.
"woo." y/n walked over to the speaker and paused the song. "you need to take a break dude. you've been at it for two hours now."
wooyoung inhaled deeply, he was trying his best not to snap at her for just trying to help him out. "give me five more minutes please. i know i can get it down. i just need a little more time."
"wooyung, give your body a break. it wouldn't hurt to take a five minute break." y/n said, her voice a little more sterner.
"y/n just please!" wooyung shouted, instantly regretting raising his voice at her. "just please give me a little longer and i promise, i'll stop."
"fine. i'll be inside." y/n sighed.
she couldn't get mad at him even though it was so tempting to just snap back at him and whack him in the face. but she understood the pressure and stress he was feeling at the moment.
instead, she took out her anger on the watermelon in front of her. cutting the watery fruit, a little more harshly than normal.
after she was done, wooyung had walked back into the house, dripping in sweat.
"finally, you're done. you know, you have to take more care of yourself once you start training." she scolded at him.
"that's if, i get in." wooyoung corrected her, wiping away his sweat with a towel.
"keep thinking negatively and i'll stab you." y/n threatened, half jokingly and half not. it certainly didn't help that her tone came out more serious since she was annoyed at him.
"alright, alright. i'll stop." wooyung put his hands in the air as soon as he saw y/n point the sharp knife at him.
"good. now eat and then we can work on your vocals." y/n pushed a plate full of watermelon and strawberries towards him.
"thank you." wooyung said as he reached for a strawberry.
"for what?" she asked as she washed her hands before snagging a slice of watermelon.
"for helping me with everything." wooyung looked at his best friend wondering how he would survive without her.
y/n looked up and met his gaze and she couldn't help but blush. "it's alright. i wanna see you perform when i get back from the navy."
"speaking of the navy, did you apply yet?" he asked in between chews.
"uhh, not yet. i've been busy." the h/c girl answered sheepishly as she picked up another piece of fruit to distract herself.
wooyung groaned, "it's because you're helping me isn't it?"
he felt even more worse since he snapped at her.
"no, no. it's not that. my parents are trying to talk to me out of it."
the boy looked skeptically at her. "are you sure? i don't want to get in the way of your dreams."
y/n scoffed at him. "are you dumb? you're going to be with me throughout this whole process, whether you like it or not."
wooyung smiled at her brightly. "yes, i will and i will be buying flash drives just for you. so you can watch my dance videos."
"that's right baby. catch me in the front row of all your concerts." y/n dramatically declared.
"with the tickets you'll refuse from me."
"just let me fight your future fans over them please."
"fine, it'll make up for the cost of the flash drives."
"fair enough." she laughed.
*
two weeks later, y/n's letter from the navy arrived in her mailbox after dinner.
once she had saw the mail truck come by she immediately ran to the mailbox with her slippers barely on her feet.
her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the keys and struggled to open it. y/n skimmed over the pile of letters in her arms until she found the one thing she was looking for. she shoved the rest of the letters back inside the mailbox so she could retrieve them later.
with trembling fingers and her heart beating so fast, y/n ripped the envelope opened. she could feel herself start to shake once she read the big fat congratulations on the paper.
y/n screamed out of pure happiness and rushed to wooyoung's house, completely forgetting about the rest of the letters in her family's mailbox.
she knocked on the door so harshly, anyone would of thought that she was the FBI about to barge into their home.
"wooyoung!" y/n exclaimed.
"y/n, what is it?" he asked, confused at her super excited state and then it hit him, "is it the navy?"
she hummed in response, "i got in, i'm leaving on saturday!"
"oh my god, y/n." wooyoung congratulated her before enveloping her in a warm hug. "i'm so happy for you."
"thank you, woo." y/n pulled back, her smile never leaving her face. "how about you did you get in?"
"about that..." he trailed off looking to the side.
y/n's face fell and before she could even say anything, wooyoung interrupted.
"just kidding. i got in." wooyoung's face returned back to his happy self, a cheeky grin spread across his face.
"you fucker." y/n cursed as she slapped him on the arm. "i was going to cry for you. "
"owwww." he whimpered, rubbing his arm.
the girl pulled him into a hug which wooyoung slowly returned.
"look woo, we're achieving our dreams together." y/n smiled into his chest.
wooyoung hugged her even tighter. "i love you."
the two never had outwardly said that phrase, even in a friendly way. which is why it caught y/n off guard by a mile.
it was a definite no brainer that she loved him. at first it was in a best friend way but over time and the many idol practices, y/n always left his house wondering about her feelings for him. it was so cliche of her to fall for her childhood best friend but she couldn't help it.
wooyoung was there for her for everything, ever since she moved here. and of course, y/n was always there for him. feelings were bound to be caught, one way or the other. it was just matter of who would fall first.
"i mean uh," wooyoung pulled away quickly, his cheeks flushed a bright red.
y/n's adrenaline was skyrocketing, "fuck it."
she grabbed her best friend by his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.
wooyoung froze against her lips before kissing back. he didn't really know what was happening but he loved every second of it.
when the two of them pulled back for air, y/n was grinning. "i love you too, woo."
the trainee couldn't help but smile even brighter. but y'n's face fell at the thought of the future. she was leaving for the navy in a couple of days and wouldn't return for months. and wooyoung was starting his training soon. it was an absolutely, terrible idea to start a relationship considering the timing, but she would do it all for him.
he noticed her expression and reached for her cheek, caressing it. "i'll wait for you, y/n."
"really? i won't back for almost two years. i don't want you to-"
"y/n, i would wait an eternity if it i meant i could be with you." he reassured, staring deep into her eyes.
whatever worries y/n had were disappearing. it felt comforting to hear the one person who she loved and cared about, would be waiting for her when she came back.
wooyoung pulled her in for another comforting hug, "i will always love you, no matter how far away you are."
a tear slipped down y/n's cheek as she hugged him even tighter. falling in love with your best friend had never felt so bittersweet.
*
since then, wooyoung and y/n spent as much time as they could together before she left for the navy.
but now, the day they both dreaded had arrived.
y/n's suitcase was packed into her family's car as she said her goodbyes to her siblings and grandparents.
"you look so beautiful." y/n's grandpa cried, as he lifted his hand to touch her cheek.
the sailor was wearing her uniform with her long hair was slicked back into a bun.
"thank you, grandpa." y/n smiled as she pulled away to say goodbye to her other friends.
and of course, wooyoung's family was there. she saved her goodbyes for them last.
y/n went down the line of his family, hugging them and saying thank you for coming to see her go off.
when she reached wooyoung, the breath in her throat hitched as tears threatened to spill out. y/n promised to herself that she wouldn't cry before she left but for wooyoung and her parents, they were the exception.
wooyoung hugged her so tightly which y/n didn't mind at all. if she could, she would spend the rest of her life in his arms.
"i love you, woo." she mumbled into his chest.
"i love you too, y/n. good luck out there."
y/n pulled away reluctantly, "you too. i will be waiting for your first concert."
wooyoung smiled at her sadly and tugged at her wrist. y/n looked back at him with a confused expression before he pulled her into a passionate kiss. he didn't really care that his parents were there at the moment, he just needed to remember what her lips felt like before he forgot.
"i'll always be there with you." wooyoung whispered, as he pressed something into her hand.
y/n looked down at her hand to see a red rose hanging on a gold chain, "thank you, woo."
he nodded his head as he let you go.
he watched with teary eyes as you drove away but something in him sparked. another drive for him to work hard and achieve his dream.
*
dear wooyoung,
i miss you so much, it's beginning to drive me insane. but, i want to let you know that everything here is going smoothly despite these rocky ass waves. i've adjusted to almost everything around here except for waking up incredibly early. i've made new friends and have become really close with my roomate which is a relief because i don't know if i could deal with a shitty ass roomate. anyways, how's life back at home and how's training at bighit? have you seen taehyung yet? haha. i'm kidding. or not. but besides the point, tell me how life as a trainee. oh and before i forget, i figured out a way to watch your dance practice videos so please send them. i'll pay you back through buying barricade tickets alright? also, tell your parents i say hi please!
with much love,
y/n :)
p.s. i love you
*
dear y/n,
i miss you a lot too. even my parents do haha and they say hello back and hope you're doing well. i'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the navy life but i'm surprised that you're able to wake up so early haha. but don't worry, everything back home is great, just a little chaotic sometimes. trainee life is definitely tiring and hard but it's probably not much compared to what you have to do. i don't wanna know about the million, spirit-breaking things you do but if it makes you happy, i did see taehyung. even though it was for like two seconds because we were just passing in the halls. i hope one day i can see them practice live. maybe i'll see jimin. but anyways, i've made some friends too. we're gonna audition for a survival show called mixnine together. i'm really excited. i think you would like them. they're really funny but not as funny as me though. ok, i got to go now before my mom yells at me for staying up so late. so, i'll see you in my dreams. goodbye!
love,
wooyoung ;0
p.s. enjoy the dance cover i did with yeosang (someone who i met at bighit)
p.s.s. i hope the flash drive gets to you safely, i don't trust the postal services
*
two years later...
dear woo,
i have managed to secure tickets to your first concert in seoul thorough my parents. and yes, my parents had to do some fighting with some of your fans to help me secure a barricade ticket. i am utterly disappointed that i didn't get to do the fighting myself but i guess i'll just have to wait for your next tour. :( but on a more positive note i'm coming home soon! i'm so excited. the first thing we are doing though is getting some good dessert. i'm tired of eating the wack ass "desserts" here. oh! maybe we can go to a garden or something i don't know but i'm tired of looking at the water. some nice, pretty flowers will be much better to look at. speaking of flowers, i still have your rose necklace that you gave me. i wear it all the time except for when we do swimming exercises. i don't trust myself enough to bring it in the water. anyways before i have to go, i want to say how proud i am of you for coming so far in the idol industry. it seems like forever ago that i was helping you out for audition for bighit. i get to brag to people now that i'm dating a kpop idol hehe. say hi to the boys for me! and please send another video of you guys dancing so, me and my roomie can copy it. when i come home we can perform your songs together. oh my god that would be so much fun. ok, ok i really gotta go now but i love you and please take care of yourself! (or ask san too, either one works)
with much love,
y/n!
p.s. i'll be sitting a little bit to the right of the stage.
*
dear y/n,
i'm sad to hear that you couldn't fight my fans for barricade tickets but i am thankful that you are coming to our first show. i'll be on the lookout for you in the audience. and afterwards, find my parents and they'll take you backstage so i can see you again. did i tell you that our lightsticks came in and they're actually so cool. i'll see if i can snag you one and don't even think about having to pay back okay?  you can pay me back by spending as much time as you can with me when you're back home. anyways, i wanna thank you for supporting me ever since i brought up the idea of becoming an idol. you were probably the only person who didn't laugh straight in my face for thinking such childish things but look at where we are now. i get to perform my first show with you in the barricade. and look at you, i got a badass girlfriend in the navy who can probably kick anyone's ass. and she can dance like??? i think win when it comes to having the coolest girlfriend ever. and you bet the first thing we're gonna do together is dance. i'm debating about teaching you the pirate king choreo or the say my name one. i don't know you can pick. also, yeosang, san, hongjoong, seonghwa, mingi, and jongho all say hello back and are very excited to finally meet you. i gotta go now, i have to wake up early for some costume fittings but i'll send some pics over too. i love you!
love,
wooyoung :)
*
it was the day of ateez's first concert and wooyoung didn't even know if y/n was back from the navy yet because they could never really say when they're coming home for obvious reasons. but wooyoung couldn't help but pace around the dressing room.
it was definitely not the perfect timing since he was currently freaking out about twenty million things all at once. it was their first ever concert and everything could terribly wrong in wooyoung's mind. like what if y/n thinks that he performed terribly tonight or even worse what if she leaves in the middle of the concert because they were so bad. but he didn't even know if she was back in south korea since she hadn't called him or anything. not even her parents had called him. maybe they wanted to surprise him? no. that's dumb she already bought tickets so-
"wooyoung." his leader called out to him. ever since they had arrived at the venue, wooyoung had been non stop spacing out and mumbling things to himself. everyone in the group was of course nervous, but none of them were this anxious.
"huh?" the young idol snapped his head to hongjoong. "i mean yes."
"are you seriously okay? you haven't been able to stop mumbling to yourself since we got out of the car." he asked full of concern.
"yes, it's just that y/n is supposed to come and-" wooyoung rambled, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.
hongjoong put his hands on both of his shoulders, "woo, i am going to need you to calm down first. y/n is probably back home safe and is probably getting ready right now with her friends to come see us."
wooyoung slowly nodded to himself to convince himself that everything was okay.
"take a deep breath, ok?" hongjoong instructed, breathing along with him. "relax, she's going to come and she's gonna see how much you've improved since the last time she saw you."
his leader was right. wooyoung had improved in so many ways, from his singing to his confidence in performing. he should be excited to show off how much he improved to her.
"you're right." the young idol nodded his head. his worries about y/n were slowly being lifted away.
hongjoong smiled at him before patting his back.
*
during the concert everything was going smoothly. there was no costume slip ups or them forgetting their lines it was going great. but wooyoung couldn't find y/n amongst the many faces in the crowd. it was worrying him but he decided to not let any negative thoughts cloud his mind mid performance.
until, they were about to perform their last song and his parents ran to their dressing room. tears were streaming down his mother's face.
"what's going on? are you okay mom?" wooyoung asked immediately, he wrapped his mom in a hug.
"it's y/n." his dad started in soft voice.
"what? what happened? is she okay?" he asked, his head snapping to his dad. it was a miracle how he didn't break his neck.
"honey, she couldn't make it. there was an accident and something happened to the ship." his mom cried.
"what do you mean she didn't make it?" wooyoung couldn't believe a word they were saying. there was no way in hell she died. she was too young. wooyoung didn't even get a chance to say i love you again in person.
"her ship went down and there was only a few survivors and-"
"no. you're lying." the shocked idol shouted as he backed away from his parents only to be caught in san's chest.
"sweetheart, they couldn't find her." his mom revealed as she wiped a tear away from her face. "she was supposed to arrive yesterday."
wooyoung didn't say anything but fall to the floor. every ounce of happiness he had was gone. he couldn't believe it. there was no way.
"you guys are going back up now." their manager shouted to them.
"we wanted to tell you later but-"
"that's enough, honey." his dad shushed. he didn't want to make things worse than they already were.
"woo, come on." san said as he helped him up.
he didn't say anything but followed his members out of the dressing room.
wooyoung didn't know how he was supposed to continue singing when he just found out that love of his life died.
"sing for her, alright?" san comforted right before they walked back on stage.
they were performing star 1117. the last song of the night. which was good for wooyoung cause he just wanted this night to be over already.
once mingi started singing, wooyoung lost it. as well as his fellow members but they weren't crying for the same reasons he was.
they were crying because after all the neverending practices and the amount of frustrating times sitting in the sound booth trying to get the perfect sound was all worth it. they were finally doing what they love in front of people who genuinely enjoyed their music and were excited for what's to come from them.
he should be crying for the same reasons they were or maybe he was a little bit. he couldn't tell what he was feeling anymore. he just felt empty.
san watched his friend break down and went over to him for support. he was never much of crier but this performance was close to breaking his wall.
in the eyes of a fan, it looked like san was merely comforting a crying wooyoung. but what they didn't know was why he was crying.
finally the song had ended and almost everyone was crying or at least on the verge of tears. the boys stood in line at the very front of the stage with bittersweet looks as they bowed down to the crowd.
they all waved goodbye with smiling faces and wet eyes.
someone had tossed roses onto the stage which wooyoung of course picked up before heading backstage.
he couldn't even make it to their dressing room before crying again. san had wrapped an arm around his shoulder to keep him balanced as he guided them back to the safety of their dressing room.
wooyoung had sunk into of the couches there and just let everything out. this wasn't how he was supposed to be feeling. he was supposed to be happy and thankful that their first concert was a huge success. he should be happily celebrating with his friends and with y/n but not anymore.
all the members had took turns in comforting him. they never got the chance to meet y/n but they did see lots of photos of her and heard many stories from wooyoung. she sounded like an amazing person to be around and they were heartbroken that they would never get to meet her.
*
all the fans had left the venue by now and wooyoung was sitting on the edge of the stage. his feet was dangling off the edge while he twirled the rose in his hands. he was done crying for now and spoke softly to himself.
"i wish you were here y/n. the concert was a huge success. i'm really thankful that you helped me practiced for my bighit audition. i think i owe you a lot for that. i don't know if i would've stuck with my dream if it wasn't for you." he mumbled. "i miss you like crazy, it's not even funny. but i know you're watching me from up there and you're probably telling me to stop crying" wooyoung chuckled to himself. "but i don't think i'll stop for awhile. i love you, y/n and i'll never stop loving you."
"wooyoung." yeosang called for him. "we're leaving now."
the heartbroken idol smiled softly at his friend before getting up. he kissed the rose and he could've sworn he felt y/n's soft lips on it. maybe he was just dreaming or maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to him. wooyoung crouched down and left the rose a little to the right of the stage.
"for you, my little dreamer."
*
ever since that night, wooyoung had left a little rose sticker on the right side of the stage at every single venue he performed at.
it was his way of remembering y/n. it was so that she could be with him at every concert or award show.
wooyoung was even gifted a similar rose necklace from his group. he couldn't stop crying that night and thanked them repeatedly.
every night before he went to bed he would touch the rose and whisper "i love you, y/n."
sometimes he would dream about her and wake up crying. thankful, he got to see her again in his dreams. because that's what they were.
dreamers.
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anastasiabeaverhousen87 · 4 years ago
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Drunk B!D and the tiger onesie
It was game night, but Y/N decided to take a few drinks before getting back home to game night. she knew you shouldn’t because she is a light weight but still decided to go with her friend Emma.
Y/N was doing shots with her friend Emma and started to feel the buzz from the alcohol.
A while later y/n could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket but disregarded the calls or texts and kept drinking.
At some point in the night she saw a few girls dressed up as animals and one of them wearing a tiger onesie. Her drunk ass brain thought it was the cutest thing ever, so she asked the girl wearing the tiger onesie to trade her current jumper for the onesie. The girl was as drunk as y/n was and said yes. The thing is y/n forgot to take out her phone from the pocket and the phone kept ringing.
Meanwhile at the Danvers’s apartment
Game night was about to begin and all the super friends where already eating snacks and catching up with each other.
Alex: “Where is Y/N?”-asked the red-haired woman looking at the people in the room but not spotting her baby sister.
Kara: “I don’t know, she said she was coming right after work”-said the blonde woman while stuffing her face with pot stickers.
Kara: “Lemme call her, maybe she had to stay longer or maybe she is on her way. Hold on its ringing…”-while dialing. “She is not answering”
Alex: “OK, let me try”
Lena: “she hasn’t replied to any of my texts either, I asked her about an hour ago if she needed a ride”
Nia: “Yeah, I texted her if she wanted deep fried oreos but never replied”
Alex: “What? And no one mentioned this until now!”
Kara: “Its not like it the first time she is so busy with work that she puts the phone on mute. And its not even that late. Here wait, let me call again…” – the bubbly blonde woman calls once again this time the call does connects. “Shush everyone, she answered…”
Drunk girl: “hello?!” – a voice answers but sounds odd.
Kara: “who’s this? Why do you have my sisters’ phone ?!” – frowns at no recognizing the voice at the other end of the line.
Drunk girl: “Don’t know I found It in the pocket! Who this? You spying on me? “– the voice sounding very inebriated.
Kara : “What? No; this is my sister’s phone. Short, light hair, hazel eyes...”
Drunk girl: “Ohhhh the tiger girl, okay yes, but she is not here want me to pass a message?”
Kara: “tiger girl?”- asks the very confuse blonde while Alex was looking at her like she was crazy.
Drunk girl: “yup girl said she was a tiger and needed my skin” -
Kara: “what? Honey you are not making any sense, are you drunk?
Drunk girl: “maybee ...oh hey gotta go tiger girl is about to sing. “
The drunk girl hung up the call and puts the phone back into the jumper pocket.
Kara is holding the phone looking like she just had the weirdest conversation and couldn’t figure out what just happened.
Alex: “I traced the phone she seems to be in a place near here. Looks like a karaoke bar. Let’s go. Guys sorry we need to go and pick up y/n , Let go Kara”
Lena: “I’m coming with, hold on”
The rest of the super friends wanted to go too but Alex asked them to stay, they already been drinking, and they should be back soon.
Alex, Kara and Lena left the apartment to get y/n.
 Back at the karaoke bar-
y/n and her friend Emma are dancing quite intoxicated by now and y/b is now sporting her tiger onesie and heeled boots she was wearing with the jumper.
Emma: “look y/n!!! Karaoke , let’s go!!!”
At this moment the bar door opens and Alex walks in followed by Kara and Lena. They scan the place and Lena spots y/n getting into the stage.
Lena: “There, look. Is that a tiger onesie?”
Kara: “OMG IT TOTALLY IS”- the blonde woman scrambles to get her phone out of her pocket to make sure to have evidence.
Alex: “Oh dear Good, why would she do that?”
Kara: “pleeeease let her sing, I need this. Just let her sing the song and we will take her home. But please I know you want to watch too!”- Kara says devilish.
Alex: “Fine, I kinda do”- she laughs a little.
Lena: “here let’s sit here” -pointing to a table near the stage.
y/n is dragged to the stage to sing the goonies song by Cyndi Lauper. She actually sang the song quite beautifully; she did have a very nice singing voice. But then y/n decided to do the truffle shuffle using a little wooden step, but she slipped and hit the floor hard.
Kara, Lena and Alex that were laughing and clapping at baby Danvers performance until they saw her fall hard on the floor and ran to where she was lying on her back. But they noticed she was laughing hysterically. Still Kara stopped recording and went to aid her little sister.
Alex: “Oh my god y/n don’t move, are you okay? – Alex proceed to check on her baby sister to make sure nothing was broken. When she noticed a bruise staring to form on her ankle, she touched gently.
y/n: “Ouch, don’t do that. That hurts” – the younger girl huffed and tried to get up.
Alex: “It’s just a sprain, let’s take her home”
Kara: “Come on you drunky goober, let go!” – the blonde woman picked the younger sister up. Fortunately, the bar was not really packed for being still early in the evening. And the people that were there were mostly drunk or not really paying attention to them.
Lena: “I found the girl wearing y/n clothes and I have her cellphone back and I just ordered an uber for Emma to take her home”
y/n: “ Hiiiiiii Kara, you know I love you right?” – the drunk girl gave a sloppy kiss to her sister in the cheek and hugged her while placing her head into her shoulder.
Alex: “Ok on that note, let’s go”
Y/n: “yup , lenaaaa you saw me dance. I WAS AWESOME!!!?”
Lena: “Yes I did sweet girl” - Lena and Kara chuckled.
Alex: “I can believe you got drunk, and Why are you wearing a tiger onesie?”
y/n: “b’cause I am tiger girl!. Arrrggggg”
Everyone laughs at that and proceeds to leave the bar.
Alex: “ugh let’s take her home” - but she did take several pictures of you on your tiger onesie doing stupid signal with her hands. Black mail.
Back at the apartment the youngest Danvers tried to get more alcohol but was banned by Alex. Nia and Winn were still there waiting for the girls to arrive, the rest of the friends decided to leave to let Alex take care of her drunk sister and bandage her ankle.  
Kara: “awwwn she looks so cute “- Kara gushed over her sister while she was softly snoring on her shoulder.
Lena and Alex took more photos of y/n outfit to make sure she remembers what she did the night before.
Alex stayed with her in case she got sick during the night.  In the morning y/n u woke up with a killer hang over and grunted in pain against the light coming through the window.
Y/n: “owwww everything hurts and oh God my head”
Alex: “good morning tiger girl”
Y/n” what?”
y/n looks down at herself, “what happened? “
Alex: “you decided to get drunk”.
Y/N: “Please tell me Kara didn’t see me?”
Alex: “Oh she saw you all right and she is the one with more evidence than me or Lena”
y/n: “Ughhhh noooo” …
Kara was already up and listening: “Ohhh yeeees, come on baby girl, we made pancakes. Then we can show you all the funny videos”
At the end Kara decided to post the video on YouTube and that’s how baby Danvers became a moderate famous celebrity known as “Tiger Girl”.
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Note: Honestly, I tried to work with an idea sent by an anon but signing or song writer characters are not my thing I tried and this is the best I could come up with. Its just a silly one for kicks. Hope you like it.
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thegoodgayshit · 4 years ago
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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.
Chapter Thirty-Two: Don’t Touch the Stygian Iron!
The plan was really stupid.
Amity told her as much. It was barely a plan at all. But Luz didn’t really see what other choice they had, especially since they were on a time crunch.
Once Amity had stepped out of line, Luz realized she had no idea where the portal was. She knew her father had said it was between the outskirts of the Underworld and the River Achaeon, but she had no idea where that was. So, they ducked away from the crowds of souls to hide inside a cave in one of the smoky black hills just outside the entrance of the Underworld and rested against a pile of blackened rocks until they figured it out. Luckily, Luz didn’t have to guess for long.
“The secret passageway is about half a mile from here, buried near Orpheus’ tunnel,” Amity mumbled quietly to her, and Luz was so startled by her breath so close to her ear (it wasn’t warm like when she was alive… it felt like an icy chill in her ear canal) she jumped about three feet in the air.
She smacked her head on the rock they were hiding under and recoiled. “Owwww!”
Amity’s eyes widened, leaning in. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
It wasn’t a sharp rock, but when she pulled her hand away it was stained red. It was a stupid injury, even dumber than the blood on her knees that was still drying from earlier, but Luz was starting to figure out that she couldn’t be her usual klutzy self if they wanted to escape.
The Underworld was… almost worse for the living than the actual earth. Injuries here hurt twice as bad and drained twice the strength they were supposed to. She would have to be more careful.
“I’m fine. How do you know that?”
Amity flushed. Well, Luz assumed she did, it was hard to tell behind the mist.
“I’ve seen it in my dreams.”
Luz gawked. “Your dreams took you to the Underworld? Mine were just in the mountain!”
Amity rubbed her forearm uneasily. “I told you that my nightmares weren’t like yours. Before I started the quest, I wouldn’t get many flashes of the mountain. Most of my nightmares… well they took me here.”
“This whole time you’d been having those dreams and you didn’t tell me?”
Luz frowned, not wanting to think too hard about what that meant. That she’d known the whole time dying was something that would happen to her, and that Amity had been lying to Luz since they rescued her. It didn’t make her angry… she understood why she’d done it. Amity was the kind of person stubborn enough to shoulder her burdens away so her friends wouldn’t worry. But it certainly called into question everything that had happened right before she fell off the mountain…
Like the kiss in the tree… or the one right before she’d battled Belos. Had Amity only done that because she’d known she was going to die?
Amity flinched, and Luz’s frown deepened. She hadn’t wanted to hurt Amity’s feelings, or make her feel guilty for what had happened. It definitely wasn’t her fault.
She wasn’t sure what she was even going to say, and thank the gods she didn’t have to. The most horrific sound of metal clashing against rock cut off the rest of their conversation, and Amity’s eyes widened.
“Get back! Someone’s coming in!”
Luz slid under a boulder deeper in the cave just as she heard the harsh laughter from a pair of male voices. Very familiar male voices.
“Those little demigods really thought this would just be over like that? They have no idea. Though the one with the plant magic really got you good, eh Theo?”
“Holy Hades, do you ever shut your mouth? Maybe if you hadn’t underestimated the daughter of Aphrodite we wouldn’t be back here. Did you know she had the favor of Ares?”
Theseus and Achilles, and by the sound of it, a dead Theseus and Achilles. Amity was watching quietly from behind the rock, and Luz did everything she could to calm her racing heart, worried any noise at all would give them away.
What even happened to souls who died in the Underworld? She decided she didn’t want to test it by getting caught.
“Hmph. Of course, I didn’t. It doesn’t matter. As long as that portal is open we can avoid judgment and I don’t have to see Paris’ slimy face again. Why would they let him be a judge of the dead? He started a gods-forsaken war!”
“But for no power-hungry purpose. That makes him perfect .”
“Whatever. Let’s just hurry. If the Emperor finds out we didn’t join him right away…”
“We did our due diligence. The mines are clear, and I don’t see any of those silly little demigods following us. It would take them well over a day to get to California or New York. I don’t care what the prophecy says, they’re mortals. Even they abide by physics.”
“Unlike us! HA!”
I heard the sound of a smack, the kind of backhand her Mami would give for coming home late without texting her where she was. “Lower your voice! Do you want to be caught by the kindly ones again?”
“That was one time!”
Slowly, the voices began to fade, until Luz couldn’t hear a thing besides the beating of her heart. She looked up and watched as Amity peered over the rock, her murky golden eyes narrowed in concentration. Eventually, she moved, and the mist around her moved too. She gestured for Luz to stand.
“They’re gone. Let’s hurry.”
Luz was more than ready to agree until she caught sight of her reflection in the rock she’d been leaning against and her eyes widened.
“Wait. Holy Hermes, what is this stuff? Black glass?”
She finally took a moment to examine the cave they’d been hiding in and realized that it wasn’t a cave at all. There were dark iron pickaxes, and smoking set of carving tools leaning against the entry. Just to the left of the strange metal, deeper in the cave was a bright light. The closer Luz stepped to it the quicker she realized that it wasn’t light. It was blistering hot magma, half a mile down the cave. Above the tools, there was thick scarring on the wall, like someone carved into it. Initials.
NDA.
“This is the mine they were talking about,” Luz realized in awe, looking around at more of the strange black material that was as dark as a nightmare. “But… what’s getting mined?”
Amity swallowed hard, suddenly looking nervous. “Stygian Iron. This is a Stygian Iron mine, right next to the River Styx.”
“Let me guess. This is very bad?”
Luz was getting really tired of not knowing things. Thankfully, Amity seemed to catch on, those she still looked like she was going to bolt at any second.
“Stygian Iron is a metal from the Underworld. It’s… probably one of the scariest kinds of weapons a demigod can make. When you kill a monster with it, instead of its essence returning to Tartarus, it gets sucked into the blade and trapped forever.”
Luz thought that was pretty cool. Maybe she should have killed Lena the empousai with it, and she’d never have been bullied again. But Amity still didn’t look pleased. Then, it hit her.
“Wait… what does Stygian Iron do to mortals?”
“Like all godly weapons, it passes right through mortals. For demigods who are alive, a cut from the blade might slow you down and exhaust the limbs, making you easier to kill. But for the souls of dead demigods…”
A shiver ran up Luz’s spine at the silent implication. She stepped forward, ready to usher Amity out of the cave and away from the black metal.
“Ok, well don’t touch it. Let’s just go.”
“Wait! Not yet.”
Luz stepped back, shocked. It’s like something hit her all at once because instead of fear, Amity now had that look on her face that made her nervous. The gears were turning, and there was no stopping her now. Amity leaned in to examine the ore, and Luz’s heart sped out of her chest.
Luz was so worried about her accidentally touching it, she tried to pull her away, once again forgetting she couldn’t. Her hand passed right through her shoulder.
“Amity, you just said this stuff is really dangerous, so why do I think you’re going to try and mess with it?”
“Because this might be the key to stopping Belos,” she insisted.
Luz wasn’t convinced. She didn’t see how any rock that could suck Amity away would in any way be useful. Amity sighed, gesturing to it with one misty finger.
“Luz, just think about it. What if the only way to stop Belos is to trap him, just like he trapped Hestia?”
She stopped cold. Now that was something she hadn’t considered. Now the gears weren’t just turning in Amity’s head. She started making connection after connection, and before she could even think about what she was going to say it was out of her mouth.
“Hestia said the prophecy was supposed to be about me.”
Amity flinched like Luz slapped her. She might as well have. Amity had gone through hell and back literally thinking that she had to be the one to make the sacrifices, to be the good demigod girl Odalia always said she needed to be, and here Luz was blurting in her face that it was all for nothing.
“I… I didn’t mean it like that-” Luz tried, already regretting her impulsive decision.  
“It doesn’t matter,” Amity said flatly, and Luz winced. She opened her mouth to try and protest, but with a misty shimmer, Amity’s hand was up and stopping her from saying anything else. “We’re on a mission and a time crunch. We need to stop Belos before that portal rips open again and we’re right back where we started. We don’t have time for this.”
Luz bit her lip, holding back another protest. She was right. There was no use arguing.
“Okay. So what do we do?”
Amity’s gold eyes glittered, and for the first time since Luz reunited with her, she actually looked alive.
“We make you a dagger.”
Despite Amity not being able to touch the Stygian Iron, she leads the charge when it came to crafting.
She instructed Luz on how to use the tools NDA left behind to pick up a chunk of iron. Then, she mimed how to hammer it down into a sheet. She helped Luz separate the Iron from the regular steel, and slowly shape a hilt out of it. (Thankfully, Luz didn’t have to help with that, Amity was able to touch the steel and do it herself from there). After that, they moved down into the sweltering heat of the Underworld magma and Luz repetitively carved out again and again until the tiny heap of metal looked something like a blade. Thankfully, NDA had left behind heat protection. An enchanted suit to keep Luz’s skin from melting off her body.
Funny. The suit was almost exactly her size. If she ever met NDA, she’d have to thank them.
After hitting the mallet against the glowing iron for what felt like the billionth time, Luz turned to Amity, exhausted. She hadn’t needed a suit, being dead and all. Apparently, the heat just felt like a sauna.
“How do you even know how to do all this?”
“One summer my parents wanted us to work with another cabin and master one of their skills. I picked Cabin 9 and basically lived in the forges that year. I didn’t just make my own xiphos, but one for Ed too, and then I was able to use the extra sheet for Em’s knife.”
“You made your sword?” Luz gawked, thoroughly impressed.
She shrugged her shoulders, mist moving up and down as she did. “The stones on our blades come from the ones Aphrodite gave us. I figured once I told you that you’d put two and two together.”
“How was I supposed to know that you made your own sword?” Luz exclaimed, waving the white-hot metal around as she did. “Who makes their own sword?? Is there anything you can’t do?”
Even when she was scolded for waving around molten iron, Luz couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of pride that even in the Underworld, she’d been able to make Amity laugh.
In no time at all, the iron was ready. With careful hands, Luz was instructed on how to push the hilt gently against the blade, and hammer it down while it was still hot. Then came the tricky part.
“Stygian Iron doesn’t become fully formed until it’s cooled, and the only way to do that is by dipping it in the Styx,” Amity explained, looking left and right down the black sandy beaches to see if anybody was coming. “Whatever you do, don’t touch the water.”
She remembered Chiron’s warning to Cooper and shivered. Luz approached carefully, swallowing. Very careful not to step anywhere near the slow lapping oil-colored waves, she gently lowered the metal into the water.
First mistake.
The second it went under it made the loudest, most heinous sound Luz had ever heard. Like the screams of a thousand souls dying all at once.
She shrieked, almost dropping the blade entirely as she pulled her hand back, bringing the newly cooled weapon with her. The sound of her scream echoed around the clearing, and there was a clammer of noise from the distance, the same direction Theseus and Achilles had left down.
Second mistake.
“Luz, go!” Amity hissed in her ear, and Luz took off running, glancing behind her once to make sure the daughter of Aphrodite was keeping up. She lost a little bit of speed as she did, and Amity glared daggers at her.
“I’m right behind you! Away from the cave! We have to blend in!”
The noise was getting louder, and Luz knew they were almost out of time. She had to trust Amity. The cave was compromised, it would be the first place they checked. But from what they’d overheard from the two newly re-dead demigods, there was a whole army waiting near the portal, and they had a new fancy weapon that just might save the day.
Luz kept running, keeping to the outskirts of the River along the sandy beaches, away from the mine and closer and closer to the distant River Acheron. If she could get there before anybody sounded the alarm, hopefully, nobody would think twice about her and Amity being there with them. If they didn’t buy it, they were dead. But if they stayed here, they were also dead.
It was their only chance.
Luz heard the gathering demigods before she saw them. And thankfully, the screams and shouts of outrage weren’t directed anywhere towards her.
It was chaos.
Demigods of all ages and from all time periods were throwing punches, kicks, and body-slamming other dead demigods to the ground. Left and right ghosts were dissolving away, but just as many seemed to take their place. There was cursing, screaming, shouting, as they brought up centuries-old baggage and Luz knew right away she wasn’t going to fit in.
Not because she was alive. Because she couldn’t get stuck running straight through this crowd. She’d stick out like a sore thumb just because nobody would recognize her.
In the time she spent standing there like a deer in headlights, Amity caught up to her and gestured for her to hide behind a boulder. She slinked in next to her, and Amity’s own wide eyes reflected the anxiety she was feeling.
“What are we going to do now?”
“I don’t know,” Luz said honestly, peering up over the rock. She clutched the new blade to her chest, unwilling to part from the thing that she’d just risked her life to make. It was just under a foot long, and was, if possible, an even darker shade of black than the ore or the River itself. It was shoddy crafting at best (Luz never wanted to touch a forge ever again) with faulty lines and a bumpy edge but it was sharp as anything and shimmered maliciously, and the raw hilt of the iron against Luz’s hand rubbed callouses into her palm. “Do you think we lost whoever was chasing us?”
“I think so,” Amity said, peeking. “Screaming in the Underworld is not that uncommon. I made sure nobody saw us. But I don’t know how you’re going to get through that crowd.”
Luz spared a glance, a silently agreed. She watched as one of the demigods knocked another’s helmet clean off their head, and it went spinning into the sand landing barely two feet from Luz and Amity’s rock. The spirit dissolved into thin air, and the victor roared in delight before charging back into battle.
“How are they dissolving?” Luz mumbled, shaking her head. “Aren’t they dead?”
“They’re between worlds,” Amity explained, “Guided by Belos’ portal to wait until they are fully reformed. They can carry weapons, wear armor, anything that might guide them until they can drink Pomegranate Nectar in the mortal world and become human again.”
Luz stared at Amity, who might have blushed again. “I dreamed about this clearing a lot, okay?”
“What is Pomegranate Nectar? The sounds like something they sell at Whole Foods.”
“It’s the liquid in Belos’ chalice,” she added, and Luz suddenly remembered the table next to the portal with the golden cup. “The first few batches were made from stolen Pomegranates from Persephone’s garden, but you can use any Underworld fruit to make it.”
Right. Underworld fruit. This day just got better and better.
“Why aren’t you a half soul like the other demigods here?”
Amity looked at her misty body, frowning. “I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t been dead long enough.”
The fighting in the clearing got more intense and Luz ducked as a body slammed into the rock they were hiding behind and dissolved, their chest plate hitting the dirt with it. There were more shouts and screams, and Amity ducked next to her in alarm.
“We need to move.”
“I have an idea,” Luz said to her, already shaking her head. “But it’s crazy.”
“Sounds like us. Let’s try it.”
So, Luz crept around the rock and swiped the helmet and chest plate off the beach, putting them on as quickly as she could. She tucked the Stygian Iron blade under her shirt in the back of her armor straps, careful not to reveal it. To finish the look, she opted to call for Aletheia, and the blade grew in her hand, a comfortingly familiarity that made her feel much better.
“So? How do I look?” She asked Amity, who shrugged.
“Like a vengeful demigod. It’s a good helmet, I can’t see your face at all.”
Luz peered over the rock one more time just to see another angry demigod get run through with a sword. She flinched, and Amity tucked her fist under her chin in worry.
“This is so not going to work.”
“It’s going to work,” Luz insisted, even though it wasn’t exactly an encouraging sight. “Demigods are still demigods, even if they’re a thousand years old. This would work at camp. It will work here.”
She turned to look at Amity, realizing for the first time this meant they’d be separated. Amity seemed to sense this, and she shot Luz a small smile.
“Hey, don’t worry about me. I’m the one who can’t die, you know that right?”
“What if I lose you in the crowd?” She fretted, the frown stretching across her mouth. “What if the portal opens, and I don’t have time to pull you through? What if somebody recognizes you and-”
“Luz!” Amity exclaimed, stepping forward and shaking her head. “Please, don’t worry about me. We have a plan. Just focus on getting to the portal without getting stabbed, and this time don’t look back. I’m right behind you.”
“You promise?” Luz hated how weak her voice sounded. Like a little kid worried she was going to lose her mom in the grocery store.
“I promise,” Amity said firmly, and Luz’s heart pounded against her chest as she tore her eyes away. She had to get a grip. She was on a mission, and she was going to bring Amity home. She just needed to focus. But the lingering fear was still there, and she wanted to kick herself for it.
“Luz, please,” Amity muttered, stepping so close to her that the cold rush of mist forced Luz to look back at her eyes. They were pleading, and Luz was smacked with the realization that Amity was just as worried as she was, but not for her, for Luz. Amity didn’t want her to run in their worried and get herself killed. “You have to trust me. I’m right behind you.”
That was enough for her. Amity was the most determined person she knew. If she said she was going to be right behind her, she would be right behind her.
“I do trust you,” Luz said, tightening her grip on her sword. “Stay close. I have a battlefield to avoid.”
The two of them stepped out from behind the rock, and Luz’s heart sank. Somehow, it seemed to have gotten even larger. In the distance, up the steepest Underworld hill Luz had seen yet, was a shocking replication of the swirling iron and obsidian portal back in the mountain. Luz had played enough Minecraft to know that it probably wasn’t a replication, but the real deal, something that appeared the same time the other one had been built.
She had hundreds, maybe even a thousand demigods she had to barrel through on the way to get to it. With all their slashing and hacking, she’d be lucky if she made it twenty feet in.
“Are you sure about this?” Amity hissed next to her, eyeing the crowd of ghostly demigods uneasily.
“Nope,” Luz said, taking a deep breath. “But when am I sure of anything?”
“Please, don’t get yourself killed,” Amity said, “I haven’t even gotten the chance to kick your butt at capture the flag back at camp.”
“Like that will ever happen,” Luz snorted, adjusting the helmet as she got ready to charge. “I’ve been getting lots of practice. You wouldn’t get ten feet near my flag.”
“Is that a challenge, Noceda?”
“It’s not a challenge, Blight. It’s a promise. See you at the top.”
She lowered her head, and with the loudest, most demigod-y scream she could muster, she charged full force towards the crowds of demigods, barreling in a straight line towards the portal.
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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC XII
Parts 1-11 linked in bio!
Somewhat canon compliant.
Rating: M, mentions of medical misdemeanour, implied sex, language
Song: Do I Wanna Know (Live At The BBC) - Hozier
Word Count: 3367
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Chapter Twelve: An Inconvenient Truth
So. Denial hadn’t been working. At this point Suki had to admit to herself her crush on Bryce. She had no clue what to do. She should end it, right? It wouldn’t be fair on him. He hadn’t signed up for this and they’d made it pretty clear they didn’t want this to happen.
Suki hadn’t had feelings for anyone in such a long time that it had never seemed possible to her. She’d never dreamed she’d end up feeling some type of way for Bryce Lahela. The moment she felt that déjà vu she should’ve run for the hills. Maybe in hindsight the whole thing was a mistake, but it was too late now.
She was laying there in his bed, on his chest, wearing his pyjamas. She definitely wasn’t doing herself any favours right at that moment.
She wanted to stay there forever, enveloped in his smell and his warm skin and the light breeze of his breaths on her forehead; the soft cotton of his pyjamas, the dizzying sensation of his arm on her waist.
But god, Bryce really hadn’t bargained for this. She had to get out of there before she drove herself crazy or overstayed her welcome. Or worse, drove him away. Because although it might not have been what was best for her after the revelation, all Suki wanted was to keep Bryce in her life.
“Thank you so much. Again. But I oughta get out of your hair.” She started to lift herself off him, dreaming up reluctance as his arm fell away from her.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want. You said you had today off too, right? You must be feeling pretty rough,” he chuckled.
“Thank you for offering but really. I should go home.” Should more than you know. Should for my own sanity. Should because it’s the right thing to do when it was me who fucked up.
Bryce left her to it as she changed out of his pyjamas – slowly, she was hungover as hell – and back into the clothes that were strewn across Bryce’s kitchen.
“I’ll wash your underwear for you,” he offered, as they had been caught in the crossfire of her vomit. She could tell it was a serious offer despite the smug smirk painted on his face.
Stop it! Stop it stop it stop it! “No, you won’t. I have a washing machine at home.”
She collected them from him in a plastic bag, how embarrassing.
Imagine making such a state of yourself? I’m twenty-fucking-eight years old and I drank too much because I was afraid to admit I might have some stupid schoolgirl crush on my fuck buddy? Have you ever seen anything more tragic? And now he’s fucking handing me my sick-soaked underwear in a plastic fucking bag. Like a fucking child. A child who threw up at school and had to go home early and get picked up by their mom. And now I can’t stop fucking cursing myself for putting myself in this position. If there was ever any moment at all that he maybe saw me as more than a fuck, that moment was lost now.
So Suki left, her head spinning and not just because of an asshole of a hangover.
Maybe it was just a temporary baseless infatuation. Maybe Suki shouldn’t have been jumping to such drastic measures…
So that - Suki’s denial and clinging on to the hope that she could find a way to continue this – was how Suki and Bryce ended up continuing to sleep together throughout the month of February. But the longer it went on, the more sure Suki was that this addicting feeling when she thought of him was sticking around. And it wasn’t fair on him.
She kept thinking about it, considering her options, making the excuse that she didn’t want to jump into the wrong decision. So yeah, she kept sleeping with him. And no, there was no way in hell Suki was admitting to Bryce that she was into him.
She’d been afraid to contact him after everything that had happened, the amount of embarrassment she’d caused for herself, but he was the one to reach out first. It surprised Suki that he even wanted anything to do with her after all that.
“How’s your hand?” He’d asked the first time since the incident, picking up her wrist and investigating the healing.
“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt much any more.” The wound was scarring to scab and itch.
“It’s looking good.”
“I guess I have your skills to thank.”
“How many times have I told you?” He grinned, “I’m a talented guy.”
They’d become comfortable with one another, really comfortable, and the friend part of friend with benefits could no longer be ignored.
Suki’s problem? Bryce was impossible to get a read on. She had absolutely no idea to tell if her newfound feelings were reciprocated, because he was a huge flirt to everyone. And Suki wasn’t one to take risks. So she didn’t say anything, assumed Bryce felt the same as he ever had for her.
She was right, of course, but not in the way she expected.
A few nights into the month Bryce texted:
Scalpel Jockey: *sigh* i should call her😉
Bryce’s text was accompanied by a selfie taken in front of his toilet, wide grin and thumb up. So embarrassing. He’d been right about the blackmail thing, then. He wasn’t going to let the mess I was go.
Santa Fe: you’re not even using the meme right
Scalpel Jockey: well my toilet misses your mouth so be sure to come visit it tomorrow
Santa Fe: you think you’re going to get laid after reminding me of the most embarrassing night of my life?
Over-exaggeration. But it honestly sort of felt that way.
Scalpel Jockey: of course I will😏
Santa Fe: nope
Scalpel Jockey:👀😌🤨
The next day,
Santa Fe: fine. see u soon.
—-
“Owwww somethings digging into my back!” Bryce yelped as he’d rolled away from Suki. He did some odd contortions to reach underneath himself and grab whatever was causing the grievance. “Suki, why the hell is your id badge in my bed?”
“Uh, maybe because you chucked it into the abyss a minute ago.”
He gave her a look with pursed lips. He rolled to his side facing away from Suki.
“Aww, you look so cute in this. All innocent and shit.”
“Give it back.”
“I mean it! Look at that little face,” he cooed, brushing the image with his thumb.
“It’s really not my best picture at all,” she groaned. What was it about ID card images which made them always turn out terrible? And then one is left with said image for potentially years to come.
“Suki, this says your birthday is January 18th? You didn’t say anything?” He turned to face her.
“January was so busy, I wasn’t that fussed.”
“You should’ve said. I would’ve celebrated with you.”
“Birthday sex?” She laughed.
“No, like proper birthday stuff. Whatever you like doing on them. And then maybe some birthday sex,” he added with a smirk.
“Eh. It was fine, I just got takeout.”
Bryce tutted.
“When’s your birthday, then?”
Suddenly he looked bashful and uneasy. “Um. November 27th.”
“Oh my god. You’re an idiot.”
“Nah. I’m a Sagittarius,” he winked.
“I can’t believe you were trying to make me feel guilty for not mentioning my birthday when you didn’t either.”
“We actually spent it together. That day I looked after Tommy. I had a great time.”
“Oh.” He had to stop saying things like that. It was terrible for her heart. “I can’t believe you let me set a random kid on you for your birthday.”
“I said I had a great time didn’t I?”
And god Suki’s stomach was having a party, an anxiety-ridden, nerves-on-fire, doubt-clad, smitten-as-shit party.
—-
In no time at all It was Valentine’s Day. Not that Suki was paying any attention… or that she wanted to spend it with a certain god-like surgeon. She didn’t even need to mention it, the plan was just act like this was any other hookup. February 14th was just a day – the way we ascribe time only exists because of us; and therefore it’s just a normal hookup. Using existentialism to cure crush nerves? Surprisingly works.
Santa Fe: 👃
Scalpel Jockey: sorry sukes i’m sick🤒
Well. That was not what she was expecting.
But wait. What if he was faking? What if he knew it was Valentine’s Day and was worried Suki was trying to make a gesture and had to let her down easy?
Worse, what if he was spending Valentine’s with someone else? After all, they had agreed not to be exclusive. Shit. What if Bryce liked someone else?? She didn’t even think about it before and now she felt a bit sick. He was an insanely attractive guy – chances were even without time to meet people there would be plenty at the hospital falling at his feet. There was no way he hadn’t been asked out for Valentine’s.
Those worries were quelled by another text, a picture of Bryce’s legs in his bed and the TV at the end playing something. There was a small bag full of used tissues.
Bless him, he really is sick.
Suki knew what she had to do.
Clanging about in the kitchen she muscled up some veg-packed soup, a vegetable lasagne, and a vegetable stir-fry. She also blended a fruit smoothie. Then she packed everything into Tupperware and fit a couple of portions of each into an insulated container.
Suki marched over to Bryce’s with the insulated container full of her cooked meals and determination. God, I’m a simp.
When she arrived she knocked hard so that he could hear. It was a couple of minutes before Suki heard footsteps, then they stopped (presumably for Bryce to look through the fish-eye) before Bryce creaked the door open.
“Suki. Didn’t you get my text, I’m sick I can’t-“ his voice was weak and croaky, slightly nasal – and he definitely sounded ill.
“I know. I’m not here for that. I bought you these,” she held up the insulated bag.
“What is it?”
“Food. Meals. Because you’re sick and you can’t cook. It’s just simple immune-boosting stuff,” she held out the bag for him to take.
He sniffed loudly and opened the door wider. “Come in.”
She was going to protest, but for some reason she didn’t. The plan was just to drop the food off, not to come in. But when faced with the opportunity Suki’s legs carried her subconsciously. When Bryce opened the door up for her she could see him closer. Dark bags under his eyes, greasy hair, chapped lips. He was wearing sweatpants (similar to the pair Suki had tucked away in her drawer at home from Christmas), and a cotton t shirt. He looked rough. Somehow, he was still the most beautiful man she’d ever met. And seeing him like this wasn’t off-putting at all, it just made her want to look after him. Be there for him. Why am I willing to do so much for him? Liking people is a bit like giving away your soul, isn’t it?
“You get back into bed and I’ll heat one of these up for you. They should still be mostly warm, anyway.”
“Sukes, I’ll be fine,” he said nasally. The nickname sent Suki’s organs into overdrive. Because here he was at his lowest, referring to Suki with an affectionate moniker and sounding like a melancholic song.
“I kind of owe you, remember?”
Bryce hummed a nod, too tired for much else, and slunk back into his bedroom.
Suki busied herself checking all the Tupperware’s – they were cool enough to go in the freezer by then so she put all bar one away. She heated that one for a few moments and transferred it into a bowl with cutlery, planted that on a tray, and brought it through to Bryce.
He was in bed as Suki had instructed, old reruns of Criminal Minds playing on his TV. He smiled weakly when he saw her enter with the tray of soup.
“Thank you,” he said as she placed the tray on his lap.
“No problem.”
He took a spoon of soup and gulped it down gently. Then he turned to Suki, who was now perched lightly on the edge of his bed facing him.
“I’m not good with… seeming weak,” he said, looking at Suki intensely.
“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s only me. I vomited in your toilet.”
“Exactly,” he muttered, and when Suki was about ask what he meant he carried on, “this soup is amazing.”
They sat in silence with only the sounds of the TV as Bryce worked his way through the bowl of soup. Suki was too nervous to ask what he’d meant.
“Thank you,” he said as he finished the bowl. She took the tray from him and took it back through to the kitchen, washing everything up for him. She returned to Bryce’s room, noting beads of sweat on his forehead. Going into Bryce’s en-suite, Suki found a washcloth and soaked it with some cold water before giving it a squeeze.
When she returned to Bryce’s side she gently dabbed the washcloth over his hot forehead. He looked up at her, vulnerable, exhausted – very un-Bryce. She was ever so gentle as she dabbed the cool cloth over his skin. Then Bryce reached up and held onto her wrist weakly with his hand.
“Why are you doing all this?”
“Like I said, I owe you. I was hard work that night at yours.”
He seemed to accept this answer, and gulped a little as he let go of her wrist. She pulled the cloth from his forehead for a moment.
“I’m still nervous,” he croaked.
“About?”
“You seeing me like this. It’s not exactly sexy.”
Suki’s nosiness was getting the better of her, and she knew now would be a good time to strike since there’d been an opening.
“The whole… weakness thing – that’s why you were weird about the surgery?”
“Yeah. Yeah it is,” he sighed, looking at Suki as though weighing up his options. He seemed to come to a decision and continued: “I already went through struggles with self doubt. My parents fucked up my whole belief in myself - it’s why I overcompensate now. It’s why I took the surgery thing so hard, I felt myself doubting my abilities. Well it was more like – less that I was actually doubting myself, because I know I’m good, and more that I was worried I would start doubting myself.”
“Yeah, that totally makes sense.” Suki was surprised he was opening up to her like this. She noticed how he mentioned his parents, but she’d let him get there when he was was ready.
“I’m sorry for not telling you at the time.”
“It’s okay, I wasn’t owed the story. So what really happened? You got kicked off because of karaoke?”
“Uh, the other surgical interns kind of have it out for me.”
“What?”
“Well… everyone liked me at first. You know, I’m a likeable guy,” he flashed a grin, a ghost of his normal megawatt smile, “but I think once they saw how competent and determined I was that changed fast.”
“Jealousy,” she scoffed, “So that’s why you don’t hang out with them any more?” Suki remembered how he’d avoided them at Halloween.
“Yeah. And there was a group of them spreading shit from the start about me, dangerous rumours that could get me fired. Saying I drink on the job, I have *ahem* sexual relationships with my patients, that I’m a terrible surgeon and only made it here because of my parents money which is...”
“Your parents are well off?”
Bryce’s jaw tightened. “Yeah, uh, people found out about who my parents are too.”
“Who are they?”
“Another time,” he bit his lip as though unsure, concern as he looked into Suki’s face.
“Okay- drinking at work, sex with patients? Where the hell did those come from?”
“Well I keep a few condoms in my locker, for you, that can’t have looked great after the accusations. I don’t know shit about the drinking. I guess it just sounded bad and anyone who has had out it for me just wants me to look incompetent.”
“Those fucking dicks.”
Bryce shrugged. “It shows I’m a major threat,” he gave her a smug grin but his heart wasn’t quite in it. “So all that stuff got relayed back to Dr Emery and the karaoke the night before was apparently the last straw. She didn’t want to take the risk in case it was true and gave my surgery to Ben.”
“Ben, huh?” She asked, a sudden iciness in her tone. Like, Ben ‘you like her?’ Ben? Digging into Bryce’s private life Ben?
“Yeah, he’s another intern - you probably don’t know him.”
Maybe not. But I’m about to.
“I know some Ben’s… what’s his last name?”
“White.”
“Oh no, I don’t know him,” Suki smiled sweetly, dabbing Bryce’s head with the flannel again. She’d gotten the information she needed.
Bryce chuckled weakly. “I told you.”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah so, obviously Dr Emery investigated it all after that and realised that none of it was true. But by then I’d lost it anyway. The damage was done, you know? Sorry, I know I sound a bit ‘woe is me’.”
“Not at all. You can talk to me, seriously. Friends – remember? I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” And angrier than I’m letting on.
“I suppose I owe you an apology too. For shutting you down and running away when you tried to ask me about it. I’m just- it’s- I like being That Guy, you know? The one who’s got his shit together. The one who’s the expert surgeon. Who doesn’t let things phase him. Laughs everything off. The one who’s amazing in bed,” he looked at her with a look that was, if Suki didn’t know any better, nervous. God, it’s so weird seeing him like this. But my heart is completely breaking for him.
“If I’m-“ he continued, then seemed to change his mind, “what you need from me wasn’t that, so I didn’t want to mess things up.”
“By being human? You could never,” she smiled as she bought the flannel back to his face, but it was more an excuse to stroke her finger over his cheek comfortingly. Bryce’s eyes seemed to shut involuntarily and he moved into her touch, just letting it be for a while. He was still hot, but had a bit more colour to his face, so Suki felt she had helped at least a little.
Fuck. I like you so much.
This definitely wasn’t helping her whole predicament, because each word he’d said to her, each touch, each look on his face – and she was a puddle on the floor. Overwhelmed with the ache she felt in her chest at the whole situation. That something as ridiculous as jealousy – between people who’s job it was to help others for gods sake – had put Bryce in such a spin. And it seemed to her that losing the surgery was bad for him, but the way that affected his confidence and how he felt he had to be around her – that seemed to have affected him more.
He was too proud.
And she cared for him too much to be okay with seeing him like this.
Suki must’ve been cradling Bryce’s face longer than she’d realised, because he eventually started snoring quietly. His eyebrows now flattened on his face and looking more at peace than he had since she’d arrived. She was careful when removing her hand and placing a pillow up under his head. She placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing against the cool damp area she’d been dabbing. Then she snuck into his bathroom to fill up a glass of water and collect some aspirin, leaving them on his bedside table for him before escaping his apartment.
Suki was on a mission, fuelled by affection and anger.
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When You’re Ready Ch. 18
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Pairing: Bryce Lahela x f! MC (Eleanor Bloom) x Ethan Ramsey.
Word Count: 7.4k  (I’m making up for my almost three weeks of absence!)
Warnings: Angst, cussing and nudity. Rated T.
A/N: Please excuse me the fact that I’m mixing past and present tense in this chapter. I tried to write it all in past tense as usual, but it didn’t feel right aesthetically in some parts, so I just let it be XD
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Chapter 18: Into My Arms.
 So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
 Bryce had never been a man of strong faiths, but he wasn't a cynical either.
He was just practical. He respected people who needed something to believe in, but preferred to put his beliefs in science because that's what was closer to infallibility compared to religion. After all, that's why he decided to become a surgeon, he believed in the power of medicine to heal people against all adversities.
However, he knew medicine wasn't enough. At least not when he's not the one holding the scalpel and giving everything he has to save a life, but holding the hand of the person he loves the most, and her life is hanging by a thread.
Doctors have medicine. They do everything they can with their knowledge and skills to save lives. But patients? All they have in the waiting is hope. And all they can do is pray.
After spending hours awake, not missing a single second of her breath, of her arterial pressure, of her oxygen levels, all the indicators that could assure him that she was alive, the passing of time inevitably starts kitting uncertainty upon him. Would it be enough? Will they do it on time? Will they do it at all? Because he knows the possibilities and limits of medicine. He knows that sometimes there won't be an answer, there won't be a cure, there won't be anything that could be done.  
Sometimes, medicine is not enough and death is inevitable.
Bryce had never been a man of strong faiths, but he wasn't a cynical because maybe, just maybe, he was just waiting for the time he would need something to believe in. When his optimism and science combined wouldn't be enough. When the waiting would be so long, excruciating, and painful that he would need something to hold on to. A refuge.
Just like now.
Just like now when there's nothing left to do but pray.
To God, Allah, Buddha, Yahweh, Jehovah, Kāne.
"Please, please, let them find the antidote. Please, let them find it on time so Eleanor, Rafael, and Danny can survive. Please. Please."
There's no logic in asking the unseen something only medicine can give. But it doesn't hurt. It actually feels like a warm blanket that envelops in the middle of a tempest. At some point, it will soak with rain and it will no longer provide warmth, but it will do for a while. And that's all that he needs. Temporary comfort. Temporary faith to go through the night.
"Please protect her. Don't take her away. Don't take her away from me. Please. Please."
And then he begs like God is doing all this. As if they don't make the antidote, is because God moved his thread to not make it happen.
As if he needs to have someone to blame in case things go wrong.
Because blaming God is universal.
"They'll make it, they'll make it. They'll find the cure. She will live. They will live. Everything will be alright."
And then he just holds onto hope. He desperately forces himself to stay positive. To not think in a scenario where they don't make the antidote or where it's too late. And he tries to remain in that state, not daring to move his thoughts even a single inch, fearing that the slight movement could send him to the abyss. So he just locks himself in that state of mind. Hoping. Pleading.
Sunrise was dimly percolating through the blinds when a shriek startled him. Bryce turned his gaze, previously fixated in the monitor, and found Eleanor tossing on the bed, shuddering.
"Eleanor, what is it? I'm here, baby."—He asked, standing up from the chair and leaning over her, studying her reactions. Her breath was ragging and all of a sudden, she sat up, clutching her stomach desperately.
"It… Owww! It hurts so much…"
"What hurts?"
"My stomach and… my chest… My… My lungs and… heart…"
Her voice went mute and then hunched on the bed, her cries growing desperate.
"It's okay babe, take a deep breath."—He pated her on the back in a soothing way, hoping that the slow movement could ease her pain somehow.—"In half an hour someone from the team should come to administer the next dose of your treatment. How much it hurts? Do you think you can hold on?"
After a few moments, Eleanor nodded, thriving to breathe as deep and slowly as she could.
"Seven."
"Okay, you can do this, beautiful."
Bryce forced himself to take a deep breath too. Even if had passed several hours since Eleanor fell in that state, he could never get used to the idea of her suffering and not being able to do anything to stop her pain.
"Do you want some water?"
"Please."
Trying to ignore the lump in his throat, Bryce walked to the other side of the bed, poured a glass of water, and offered it to her, sitting behind her to give her support.
Eleanor received the glass and brought it to her mouth her hand quivering. Bryce hurried to place his own hand over hers to steady the glass and then watched her intently, waiting for her reaction.
A moment later, her eyes widened.
Fuck.
"What is it? It… it feels hot for you?"
She nodded, slowly and solemnly.
His whole body froze for a second.
"I'm doomed."
It was an affirmation, not even a complaint.
"Babe, you are not doomed. You're still standing, there's still time, and I'm sure the team will find the antidote soon."
"Stop this crap, Bryce. Let's be realistic here, it will be less painful for you in the … Owwww. Shit!"—Her face flinched and a hysteric sob escaped her mouth.—"Fuckkk, it hurts so much now…"
"How much?"
"A nine."
"I'll page Ramsey."
Bryce took Eleanor's pager and wrote frantically. He didn't know how he steadied his hands because his whole body was trembling, and his mind was feeling unbearably dizzy.
"COME NOW."
It had taken him just a few seconds paging Ethan, but when Bryce looked at Eleanor, her face was glistening with sweat and the only reason she was still staying upright on the bed, was because he was holding her from behind.
"I'm sorry Bryce… I'm… not strong enough."
"Baby don't say that. You're incredibly strong and brave."
Even through the latex, Bryce could feel how cold her body was, and when he placed a hand over her forehead, she felt even colder.
Desperate, he took her in his arms and placed her on his lap, cradling her protectively.
As she felt his warmth enveloping her, Eleanor curled up over him, grasping the fabric of his suit instinctively, and pressed her face to his chest.
He had never seen her this fragile and weak.
"I'm so tired…"
Her eyelids seemed heavy, making her incapable of keeping them open, but she was resisting, trying to see him through the window of his suit.  
He looked into her chocolate eyes, tired and pleading, while he was tracing soothing circles on her temple.
"It will pass, babe, I promise. Ethan will put you to sleep, but please, please stay with me. Stay with me."
How much he wanted to place a kiss on her forehead and soothe her pain with his caresses, as so many times he had done before. When she was feeling sad, angry, frustrated, sick. He had always found a way to make her feel better.
But now…
The lump in his throat was so painful that he couldn't hold the tears anymore.
He felt so useless.
So hopeless.
He couldn't do anything right. He couldn't stop her pain, he couldn't find the antidote. And now he couldn't even hold his emotions and stay strong for her, while she was trying so hard to keep her eyes open and stay with him.  
He was an utter fiasco.
And then… her body felt heavier in his arms and her grip on him loosed.
Bryce panicked.
"Babe?"—His voice was barely a whisper. He looked at the monitor, her vitals were dropping. —"Babe? Please…"
He didn't know if he was pleading to her or to the unknown.
"I'm… ssso…tired…"
His whole body relaxed when he heard her voice. She was still with him. She just couldn't with her body anymore.  
He embraced her more tightly, pressing her head to his chest, and stroked her hair softly.
"Keep fighting, babe, I got you. You're doing great, gorgeous."
He didn't know how much time passed, but suddenly the sound of the decontamination tent door woke him up from his pleading state. When he looked up, Ethan was standing in the entry, frozen.
It was a shocking view, undoubtedly. Her body motionless in Bryce's arms, while he was fighting the sobs with pleading words.
"What happened?"
Baz asked, slipping behind Ethan, with an evident tremor in his voice.  
Bryce cleared his throat and breathed deeply.
"She… Uh… experienced the hot-cold reversal a while ago and her pain has escalated. Started with a seven and now is a nine."
Only then Ethan could react, taking a step toward the bed, studying the bundle of bones curled up over Bryce's lap.
"Her vitals had dropped but are still better than Rafael's at the moment he fell into a coma."— June commented, inspecting the numbers in the monitor.—"Any other symptoms?"
"Cold sweat and loss of strength."
"Did she sleep?"
"Yes, about five hours. She woke up minutes before I paged."
June nodded, adding the new information to the chart.
"Eleanor, are you still with us?"—Baz asked, holding a needle with a crystalline liquid inside.
Eleanor hummed.                          
"Good. Excellent. I'm gonna administer a higher dose than last time, okay? This will put you to sleep and hopefully when you wake up the pain will have decreased."
Baz injected the dose into the IV. After a few minutes, when Bryce felt she had fallen into a deep slumber, he stood up and placed her on the bed, covering her with the duvet. Then, turned to Ethan, who was witnessing the whole process silently.
"Any progress with the antidote?"
"Yes. There's a chemical that we are synthesizing that seems to be our best option so far. We are expecting to have it ready in a couple of hours."
Bryce nodded, hope resurfacing again after such dark and tortuous hours.
After a few more exchanges, the Team left, leaving him alone again, praying with all his strength that the chemical is the answer.
Minutes feel like hours. And hours an eternity. His hand had gotten atrophied by holding hers, but letting her go isn't an option, scared that she might go if he leaves her even for a second.
He's drugged by fear.
*
"We did it!"
Bryce isn't sure if he's imagining it, if he's daydreaming about the moment when their friends and the team will find the cure, or if it's true. If it's really happening.
But when he sees Ethan entering the room again, his eyes glistening with pride and hope, smiling, he knows is not his imagination.  
"We made an antidote."
It feels surreal. His whole body feels lighter and suddenly a burst of laughter attacked him.
Happiness, relief. Hope.
He knew there was a chance the antidote couldn't work. But he chose to believe it would.
And then he can't stop thinking about all the things they talked through the night. All their plans, all the places they would go, all the things they would do.  All the things he would say to her, but he kept inside for fear.
All the love he had to give to her.
There was so much to explore and learn with her. Life was giving both of them a second chance. Not only to Eleanor but to him too.
And then all he can do is thank. Thank to whoever accompanied him through the night. To whoever held him and filled him with hope.
To whoever put a blanket over him, to keep him warm until he reached a shelter. A safe place.
Bryce was now full of hope and optimism.  With the optimism he knows so well and that comes naturally to him. He's sure everything will be alright now.
And he thanks his friends and the doctors who helped. He knows words will never be enough to thank them for what they've done, but he decides to do it on the brink of his emotions, when they are more genuine, and retributions and gratefulness is all that people need after such a long night giving everything of themselves to find the antidote. To save the lives of their friends and colleagues.
*
The waiting in the next hours was nothing like the last one. They're full of hope.
Benjamin joined him in the room once he gave his parents the news. After a while he forced him, with the same persuasion and stubbornness that Eleanor would do, to take a break.
"Bryce, you should have some rest."
"I can't leave her side."
"I get it, I really do, but at least you should take some air, eat something, have a coffee. You haven't left the room in like ten hours. I'm sure you wanna be in your best conditions when Eleanor wakes up and not pass out of exhaustion after five minutes."
Bryce stared at Benjamin, the determination set in his eyes was the same he had found so many times in Eleanor's. Where would that come from? From their mother or their father? Hopefully, he was expecting to find it out that night.
An hour later, after catching up with his friends in the cafeteria and calling Keiki to give her the news, he returned to the room with renewed energy and a lot more confident than before.
It only takes him a minute to start talking with Benjamin as if they were old friends.
Hours flied by.
"Man, I'm not saying that Kobe doesn't have his merits, but let's be honest: without Michael Jordan, there is no Kobe."—Bryce stated, both sitting in chairs at the end of the bed.
"But we are not discussing who came first or their legacies, we are discussing objective facts. For example, Kobe beats Michael in career poin-"
"Shut up you two, we all know Lebron James is better than Michael and Kobe."
Bryce and Benjamin's eyes widened in shock and turned to the bed, where Eleanor was awake and smiling.
"Andrew! You're awake!"—Benjamin jumped up toward her side and hugged her affectionately. –"I'm so happy to see you okay, sis."
"And I'm glad to see you again, bebé."
Bryce sat on the other side of the bed and caressed her cheek.
"Hey, babe."
"Hey."—She smirked—"I should've asked you if you were team Kobe or team Jordan before agreeing to be your girlfriend but… I think it's too late to give you back now."
Bryce chuckled, giving Benjamin an amusing glance.
"I'm sure we'll be able to keep the debate on civil terms, right, Benji?
"Absolutely."
"How are you, beautiful?"
"I'm feeling… surprisingly good. Did they change the treatment?"
"No, must be the antidote that's working. And probably you're still high for the morphine."
"Did you say antidote?"
Eleanor was a mix of confusion and amazement.
"Yeah. The team created an antidote. They injected it like… about four hours ago."
"And why didn't you wake me up?"
"Because Baz put you to sleep, you don't remember?"
"No? What happened?"
Bryce looked at Benjamin who shook his head subtly.
"You were in deep pain, so Baz put a higher dose of morphine. It would have been like… humanly impossible to wake you up considering the dose."
Eleanor frowned.
"I don't remember any of it, honestly. How deep are we talking about?"
"You reached a nine, but the Team came quickly so you didn't suffer too much."
"A nine? Shit. That's pretty bad. Maybe that's why I don't remember a thing. "
"And you had a fever too."
She nodded.
"And how they did it? The antidote, I mean."
"In simple terms, they created a compound that binds to the maitotoxin and prevents it from attaching to the plasma membranes. So far has worked very well and your levels of the toxin had decreased significantly since the administration."
"And they beat the stupid Government. How embarrassing—She giggled., and how has worked with the boys?"
"They are still in a coma, but their levels had dropped too. Very slowly, though."
"I'm glad Danny is still with us. I really thought he would…"—Eleanor shook her head—"He's such a fighter."
"Yes. You all are, Elle."
"What about mom and dad, Benji? Have you spoken to them today?"
"Early in the morning, before they took their flight here. And luckily for them, they were at a stop in Lima when the news of the antidote came, so I texted them right away. They'll arrive at about 11 pm."
"Great. Great. Poor things, at least they are traveling knowing the worst has passed."—Benji nodded—"And you, kiddo, have had some rest?"
"Yeah, I could sleep a few hours during the night, but then I went to Lab to see how was the searching. It was really impressive watching all those brilliant minds working."
"Oh, yeah. I would've loved seeing Ethan working with Tobias. Those to hate each other, you know? I don't know how their egos fit the room."
Eleanor laughed, imagining the picture.
"And what about you, mister?"—He directed to Bryce—"I got the feeling you didn't sleep a wink last night."
"I didn't. I had to monitor you, but I went for a coffee and some food a few hours ago under the strict orders of my very good friend Benjamin."
"You're the best, Benji, thank you for taking care of him for me."— Eleanor squeezed his hand approvingly and blow him a kiss.—"Well then. Now that I'm feeling better, and under my strict orders, you're gonna go home, have some sleep, and spend a few hours with your sister, alright?"
"But babe... I ca-"
"Bryce Golden Lahela. I know you want to stay with me, and I swear if I were in your position I'd never want to leave your side, but please, pretty please, do this for me, okay? I bet you haven't seen Keiki since when…? the day before yesterday? Because I'm sure she was completely asleep when you left your apartment yesterday morning"
"Yeah, she was."—Bryce replied sheepishly.
Eleanor was still weak, and he could tell she was doing an incredible amount of effort to stay lucid and strong, but even like that, she had enough energy and strength to take care of him and Keiki. That selfless side of her would always marvel him.
"Please, I'd feel a lot better if you go to sleep and spend the afternoon with Keiki. But…"—She stared at him seriously and then her whole face transfigured in a wicked, almost psycho, smile—"If you don't do it, don't worry, honey, I won't be mad, but I'll kick you out of my room."
Benjamin giggled.
"Dude, do as she says. You know she means it literally, right? Because I'm already seeing her getting up from the bed and kicking your ass."
"Okay, okay, I'll go."—Bryce stood up from the bed, lifting his hands in surrender—"There's no need to use violence. Any special message for your beloved Keiki?"
"Yes, tell her I'm sorry I had to borrow his brother for too long and that I hope I can see her soon because I miss her."
"Yes ma'am."
*
When Bryce opened the door of his apartment, the smell of sauteed veggies gave him a warm welcome.
It'd always cheered him up having his sister receiving him when he got home, but today was different. Today he was grateful for having her after the living nightmare he had been into in the last 24 hours.  Her sole presence was enough to soothe him.
"Bryce?"—Keiki poked her head out of the kitchen and then ran towards him.—"Ohmygod, what are you doing here? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything's okay, don't worry. Elle's awake and getting better. She's so well that…—He chuckled, collapsing on the couch.—" she made me come here to see you and have some sleep. She was worried you were too much time alone… And she's right, of course.  I'm sorry Keiki, I know how abandoned you must have felt."
Keiki shook her head, sitting beside him.
"It's okay, Bryce. You needed to be with her, I totally get it. Not knowing what was happening was worse."
"I know."—He gave him a sad smile.
"Do you wanna have lunch? I have mashed potatoes pie in the oven. It should be ready in like twenty-five minutes."
"Ooh, are you serious? The one you cooked the other day? Because that was superb, Keiks"
"Yeah, the same. I actually was thinking about bringing you some to the hospital. I know you told me not to go, but…"—She gave him a sheepishly smile, shrugging,  but before she could continue, Bryce hugged her, warm and tightly.—"Woah, woah, is just mashed potatoes and ground beef, no need to do such fuss."—She added instantly, patting him nervously in the back.
"Keiki, I was an ass with you for years, and now you're taking care of me like this? I don't deserve it."
"Nonsense. You know we are okay now, and you care a lot about me too, this is nothing."
Seeing Benjamin and Eleanor together had put a lot of things in perspective for him. How caring they were to each other had reminded him of his own relationship with Keiki before he moved to California. They were very close, so close, that he had no doubt that if he hadn't distanced himself the way he did, they wouldn't be much different from how Elle and Benji were.
Even if she was a six-year-old princess living in a fantasy world and he was a teenager soon-to-be a college student, they used to spend a lot of time together back in Maui. Entire days at the beach, swimming, playing hide and seek, playing tag, building sandcastles, doing races, finding forms in the clouds during the day, and looking at the stars at night.
He even learned about constellations just because she liked the stars.
But all that ended when he left and never came back.
He knew closeness and affection were still there, even if had passed ten years, even if she wasn't a kid anymore, but a teenager with a strong character that pretended to be too cool for affection. Because if it weren't like that, Keiki wouldn't have risked what she risked at coming to Boston. She wouldn't have forgiven him how she did weeks ago, and things wouldn't be as good as they were now.
After all those years, Bryce was still her refuge. The only person she could come to. And after all those years, Keiki still managed to bring out the best of him. She was making him thrive to become a better brother, a better man.
"What is it?"—She asked, as Bryce was staring at her tenderly.
"Nothing, I was just remembering those days at the beach. You were so little, and you're so grown up now… and you're even taking care of me when I should be the one taking care of you…"
She smiled sheepishly at him again.
"That's what siblings do."
"That's what I should've done in all these years and I didn't, and what I should be doing now…"
"Bryce, how many times I have to tell you…?"
"Okay, okay, I won't say it again. But… the thing is..."
He breathed. It wasn't easy for him. In fact, he used to avoid at all costs this kind of conversation because there were still a lot of issues he had to resolve with himself, but he felt like he had to say it now, without thinking it too much.
"What?"
"Look… I know things cannot be like they were before, but… I want you to know that you're the most important person in the world to me, Keiki, even if it seemed otherwise for ten years.  Nothing has changed between you and me, okay?"
He didn't know how else to say it but in the way he was feeling it.
And for the first time in weeks, Bryce saw Keiki let her guard down. Her eyes swelled with tears at the mention of those memories at the beach, but after hearing his last words, her lips quivered.  
"Okay,"—She said, wiping a tear from her eye—"But, gosh, what's gotten into you?"
What had gotten into him was that almost losing Eleanor also put a lot in perspective regarding how much he kept to himself. And he couldn't let that happen, let alone with Keiki. She deserved better. She deserved so much more than what their parents (poorly) had given to them, emotionally and affectively. He had to make things right, starting now.
"I love you, Keiki."—Before a sob could escape from her mouth, Bryce hugged her again, this time more tightly. –"Don't you ever doubt about it, okay? And please remember that, at heart, we are the same Bryce and Keiki playing on the beach. No matter the years."
He felt her fighting the sobs, but then she just let it flow.
"I love you too, Bryce."
Bryce breathed contently at hearing those words. That's all that he needed to hear.
After several seconds, Keiki parted from him, wiping the trace of tears off her face.
"This is a one-time bonding moment, right? Because if you're going to be this cheesy and make me cry everyday…"
Bryce chuckled.
"No, no. I know this is not your thing. This is just for today, a cathartic moment after what happened with Elle. But now we return to our regular sibling's relationship, where I'm obviously the cool one."
"HA! Dream on, Bryce. Let me inform you that today I award you with the title of the weirdest and most sentimental brother of the year."
He smiled fondly.
"I guess that makes me even cooler. I'm a total winner. Thank you, sis."
"No! You're the… You know what? Nevermind. After what you did yesterday with Kyra, and considering you're a very caring boyfriend with Ella, yeah, I'll let you be the cooler sibling, but only for this week."
"Oh, thank you for your generosity, loser."
Keiki rolled her eyes, and before sauntering to the kitchen, she ruffled his hair affectionately.
"Take a shower, weirdo. By the time you finish with all your beauty care routines, lunch will be ready."
*
He wasn't sure how many times he'd pleaded for that moment, how many times he'd imagined it on his mind, but it was finally happening. And it felt a thousand times better.
Bryce opened the door of Eleanor's room just as he had arrived at Edenbrook. With a navy-blue hoodie, light-blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. No hazmat suit, no gloves, nothing.
She was asleep. Her chest was moving harmoniously under the sheets, and the vitals on the monitor were almost on normal levels.
She was alright.
He walked to the other side of the bed and carefully laid behind her, placing an arm around her waist. She wasn't as cold as in the morning but still wasn't at her usual warmth. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply, smelling the natural scent of her body mixed with some very faintly remnants of her shampoo. The sweetness of the pomegranate added even more joy to the fact she was safe.
His hot breath must have woken her up because, after a few seconds lost in her scent, she started stirring on the bed until she finally turned around and faced him.
"I'm dreaming? Why you're not using the hazmat suit?"—She muttered in a slurry voice, looking equally surprised and confused.
He smiled, sliding his index over her cheek softly.
"No, you're very much awake. And safe. Toxin-free safe."
"Toxin-free? Are you for real?"
"Absolutely, the last two blood tests have shown you have no traces of the toxin in your bloodstream."
"Oh my god, I can't believe it… I thought I would die here…"
"And I told you you would live."      
"Yeah, and I've never been happier to be wrong."
They both chuckled
"And I've never been happier to be right."
After a moment, Eleanor started caressing his just shaved and very smooth cheek, but suddenly, she stopped, staring at him expectantly.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Are you gonna kiss me or not?"
"I was just letting you contemplate me, I'm sure you missed touching this flawless skin."
She snorted.
"I know last night I said I don't find you cocky anymore, but I can change my mind any minute, you know?"
"But you won't."
Bryce parted from her slightly and took his phone out of the pocket of his jeans. He scrolled a few seconds and then a piano melody started playing.
"Is that…?"
When I fall in love it will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love
"You said you wanted a kiss just like Isabella's…"
"Oh my god, I should've known you'd do this."
She placed her hands around his neck.
"The problem is… If I remember this right… you were the one who kissed me that night…"
"Yes, now you will. Period. You're talking too much."
"Now you realize I talk too much?!"
"Bryceeeeeee"
He laughed heartly.
"Okay, okay, miss impatience..."
Bryce tightened the grip around her waist and placed a hand over her cheek. After a few seconds of looking deeply into her amber eyes, he brushed his lips over hers. It was sweet and slow at first, but then he deepened the kiss, capturing her lips in his teeth and playing with her tongue just as she liked it.
Eleanor wanted a kiss like the one at Isabella's, but so much had changed since then, so much he had learned since then.
He knew the way she liked his kisses, how much pressure to use or how deep his tongue could go, so he was going to give her exactly that,  a dreamy kiss, because honestly, he didn't know any other way.
After several seconds, he parted from her.
"Happy now?"
"Mmm… I'm not sure… Maybe you can give me another taste?"
He shook his head and kissed her again, harder. And this time he left her breathless, and giggling, and with the goofiest smile he had ever seen in her.
"Wow. 100/10."
"I'm amazing, I know."
And then, she couldn't help but look at him adoringly. Because yes, yes, he was indeed amazing. And she was completely in love with that amazing man.
"Te amo."—She said with warm candor, and then kissed him enthusiastically and incessantly for several seconds. –"I love you... god, I love you so much… Telling I was in love with you… without being able to kiss you… was a nightmare! But now I can... Finally…Kiss you…As much… as I want…"
Once she stopped, Bryce looked at her, marveled.
"What? Too much?"
He shook his head, biting his lower lip.
"No, it's perfect. Feel free to act like that whenever you want."—He kissed her forehead—"I love you, beautiful."
After receiving the official information from Ethan, June, and Baz, and being filled with kisses and hugs from Benjamin, Bryce wheeled her to her new room so she could take a shower. She didn't want to spend another second in that damned room.
"This is mine?"—Eleanor asked, inspecting the light blue bag over the bed.
"Yeah, I swung by your apartment before coming here, I thought you would need some fresh clothes."
Eleanor stood up with difficulty and wrapped him in her arms lovingly.
"Thank you, my love."
He smiled, melting by the words, but before he could say anything, she clung to him clumsily.  Her legs failed her.
"Mmm, I think someone's going to need some help in the shower."
"Ooops, too bad that someone has a boyfriend with magic hands to help her."—She replied teasingly.
"C'mon, princess."—He whispered, picking her up in his arms and taking her to the bathroom.
Once he collected her shampoo and conditioner from the bag, he returned to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
When Eleanor looked up at him, he felt the air changed instantly.  
It's the intimacy.
The formula is simple. It has always been simple between them. It's just the two of them present at the moment. Whether they're alone or in a group, it doesn't matter. It can happen anywhere. It could be just an intense look; a simple touch; even a hug without saying a word. They only need to be focused on each other.
Bryce took a few steps until his lips were inches apart from hers.  His hand took with precision the hook of her gown, and after untangling it, he threw it to the floor.
When his hands touched her waist, her whole body trembled, and a soft moan escaped her mouth, but soon she shut herself up by kissing Bryce delicately, sinking a hand under his shirt, craving for his skin. He conceded to her desires instantly, of course. After tugging his hoodie and shirt out, Eleanor roamed her hands roam over his bare chest, and leaving a trail of kisses up his chest, until she reached his jaw.
The heat radiating from his body had always soothed her. Even before realizing she was in love with him, being in his arms was her favorite place in the world. But when Bryce pulled her closer, enveloping her arms around the small of her back, and pressed her body flush to his, this time, Eleanor felt like she was coming home.
He wasn't her favorite spot anymore.
He was her home.
The supreme feeling of comfort and tranquility. A safe haven where she could be herself and where she's the happiest.
And where she can be at her lowest too. So she let it all go.
She let go of all her fears, all the what-ifs that had been torturing her mind; all those questions wondering how much she would've missed…
Millions of kisses and hugs; thousands of showers together; thousands of hours of amazing sex; thousands of nights talking, drinking, dancing. Adventures. Movies, movies interrupted by his unstoppable talking, by his kisses, by his innuendos. Sleepovers on the couch with Keiki. Countless moments just staring at each other without saying a word, because sometimes even for Bryce words wouldn't be necessary.
She wouldn't have lived the life she wanted to have with him. The future she wanted with him. She couldn't have known him as she always wanted, with all his wonders and terrors.
A sob echoed in the immaculate bathroom. Bryce gripped her more firmly to calm her shaky body.
The idea of dying with so much left to give was devastating.
Because she was so full of love. The moment she realized she was in love with Bryce she felt like she was going to burst. When she told him she was in love, she was choking with words because her heart inside was bursting with her purest feelings and sensations. And thinking that she could've died without giving him everything she wanted to give him, without giving him everything he deserved, was maddening.
Even if it was in the past, the fear was still too vivid.
"Let it go, love, I got you"—He whispered, his hands always drawing soft patterns on her head and back.
Love.
She could've missed that too. Bryce calling her love. Bryce calling her in so many ways.
She had always wished for a beautiful love, just like their parents had, but for some reason, it was always out of her reach despite her best efforts.  And she could've died without experience it to the fullest with him. With the most wonderful person in the world.
Eleanor wrapped him more tightly, as if she's scared that he could go any minute now.  
"I'm here for you and I'll always be, babe. We have now a whole life ahead of us to do everything we dreamed last night, that and much more."
How? How could he know what she was thinking? How he could know her so well?
"But… we need to start somewhere, right?-- —He whispered, pulling her gently from him.—"We need to start with something small."
He looked into her puffy and reddened face and wiped the tears off her face.
"We'll start with a shower. You need to get rid of all the traces of that fucking toxin. You'll let me take care of you, and then, if you want, we can make a visit to see Kyra and the rest of our friends, who must be waiting for you expectantly to fill you with hugs and tons of love."
"I'd like that."—She replied softly.
"Perfect."—He said before leaning in the shower to turn the faucet on.
After a few seconds, Bryce led her to the shower, and both hummed at the feeling of the hot water running through their bodies. Then he turned and looked at her, deeply.
"Are you feeling better, gorgeous?"—He asked softly and sweetly
"Yeah, so much better. Thank you, my love."
He chuckled and then bit his lower lip.
"God, I love it when you call me like that"
"My love? Well, you are my love."
"Yeah, I guess it's just that… now I understand why you were so reluctant to all this pet name situation."
"Yup, I wanted to say it just when I was 100% sure I was in love with you."
"Makes sense. Now I feel guilty for being too annoying with it."
"You're a Goldie, being annoying is part of your DNA."
He raised an eyebrow, seriously.
"But don't worry, my love is my main pet name for you now. And mi amor. Or maybe you prefer that in the first place?"
Bryce narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully.
"Tough question. I like that too, Spanish sounds so sexy in your mouth."
She smiled mischievously and then planted a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Te amo, mi amor"
"Feel free to call me however you want, but I'm warning you, I feel things when you speak to me in Spanish."
"What kind of things, mi amor?"
Bryce roamed his hands over her back until he reached her tights. Then, he lifted her effortlessly in his arms and pushed her against the wall.
"Things that… "—He kissed her hard.—"even if it's tempting to do here, I'll save it for another time. I'll create a whole kink of you speaking in Spanish in the meantime"
"Mmm, a new kink. My, oh my. I'll exercise my pronunciation, then, because it has gotten a little rusty over the years."
She kissed him hard this time, pressing her legs and heels against his back.
"Okay, as much as I want to keep going, let's slow it down, babe. We should be doing some cleaning, you know? Or you'll stay as a koala indefinitely?"
She giggled.
"Yes, I'm a koala now."
"Oh, well, then thank you for simplifying me the choice. I was always divided between calling you a sloth or a koala, but koala is perfect. It wouldn't be too romantic of me calling you a sloth."
Both cackled.
"Only in the bed."
"Specify that? In bed like sleeping or like…—He raised his brows suggestively.
"I'm multifaceted, I can be both."
Bryce chuckled.
"Of course you can, babe."
Eventually, Eleanor gave up her dream of remaining as a koala forever and returned to her feet.
Bryce took the shampoo and massaged her scalp softly and dedicatedly, relaxing her. His hands were magical in so many ways.
Then he helped her clean some parts of her body she couldn't reach, teasing her once in a while, until she was all cleaned.  
Once he dried himself up and put his clothes on, he helped Eleanor getting out of the shower and took her back to the room.
He dried her skin delicately. At first, she tried to dress up by herself, but the shower had relaxed her so much, that Eleanor finally gave up, letting Bryce taking care of her as he wanted.
Even if she was feeling a little sleepy, that didn't stop her from feeling amazed with his dedication and the tenderness with whom he was pampering her.
His soft hands spread ever so softly the cream over her arms and legs, and the massaged her so exquisite on her back, that after a while she wondered if she was actually dead and that was heaven.  
Once she was all moisturized and dressed in a mint green pajama, he took the towel wrapped around her head and began combing her hair softly and delicately. At some point, she felt like she was six again, when her mum would bathe her and then comb her long wavy hair patiently until she was free of knots.
"Gosh, you could be a stylist or a massagist, and you'd do it wonderfully."—Eleanor moaned, feeling his fingers combing her hair as Bryce was directing the hairdryer to the nape of her head.
"Of course, I'd be wonderful in anything I pursue, especially with these magic hands."
After five minutes, her hair was completely dry.
"Ponytail or braid?"
"Braid."
She was about to lift her hands to make herself a braid when Bryce asked.
"French or normal?"
She turned around with her mouth agape.
"Wait, besides all your many talents, you also know how to braid?"
"Yeah, you didn't know?"—He chuckled
"No! When did you learn?"
"When Keiki was like… four?—Bryce replied as he was dividing her hair into three sections.—"She's always been bossy, you know? And one day after a day at the beach her braid was a mess, so she said: Bryze, fixit! You're a grown-up, you shud know how to braid hair... And of course, she was right! How incompetent of me not knowing how to braid hair, right? Especially since I had a little sister with very long hair."
"Awww, love, this is so cute! Little Keiki asking for a braid. I'm melting."
A couple of minutes later, Bryce took the hair bun from his wrist and use it to secure the end of the braid.
"There, my princess. All done."—He announced, kissing her crown.
Eleanor brought a hand to her hair and felt the patterns with her fingers.
"This is perfect."
"Why the tone of surprise? Of course it's perfect! I don't do anything that's below perfection."
"I know, I'm just admiring your beautiful work, love."
Bryce gathered all her things and placed them in the closet.
"Ready to see our friends?"
"Honestly? Not yet.
"Hey, you don't have to go if you don't want to. Do you want me to call the guys?"
"No, no…  besides I have to go to see Kyra."
"But you don't have to if you don't feel in the mood for that."
"I know, I just want to lay down a bit with you."
"Of course, babe"—He replied, laying beside her.
Eleanor turned to his side.
"I'm completely melted inside, you know?"
"Why?"
"For the way you've taken care of me, how you pampered me… you even braided my hair…"
"It's the less I can do for you, babe. This is nothing, actually."
She kissed him on the lips and then rubbed the tip of her nose on his.
"You know, if boyfriend lottery exists, I'm sure you're the biggest prize in history, and I'm the lucky winner."
Because she could win the biggest money prize in history, but not even that could compare to the feeling of having Bryce loving her.
Nothing compares to it.
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A/N2: Make Bryce even more perfect than he already is? Achievement unlocked.  Like I love to hurt him (I love angst, actually) but I also love to make him more perfect and more god-tier than he already is. Pure self-indulgence here.
A/N3: As you can see, I'm cheesy/corny not only in romantic relationships but in fraternal relationships too. I have a good relationship with my brother, in fact, we have the same age difference Keiki and Bryce have, so I know firsthand the kind of relationship they could have. And I want to give them that, despite their personalities and the fact that maybe Americans, in general, are not as caring as we the Latinos but… being this caring is something you can learn, you know? So Bryce is learning that from Eleanor. Anyway, it won't be easy, Keiki and Bryce have a lot of issues to explore yet, but Bryce had to take the first step.
Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate each and every one of you for supporting my story ❤❤❤
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Madelaine//i wasn’t ready then, i’m ready now, i’m heading straight for you
Request: Maybe you could do an imagine for Madeleine where reader is pregnant and is hanging out with cami Lili and Vanessa while Madeleine films a scene and she goes into labor and the girls start to panic and Madeleine has to cut the scene short & just fluff?
hey! its returned!! wooo! i hope you like this!!! also, thank you @statticghost for helping me with the title! it’s from adele’s ‘sweetest devotion’ which she wrote for her kid, which is quite nice. anyway, go check out @stattic-writes because they’re great and i like them a lot!! and have a nice day!! 
To most people, the behind the scenes of the Riverdale set is one huge maze that takes an eternity to walk through. With giant sets, an uncertain amount of rooms used for anything from storage to nap rooms and an unlimited amount of wiring lining the walls and floors. 
However to a very pregnant woman, it’s almost impossible to get through without getting lost at least twice, tripping at least five times (made even worse when you can’t see past your own stomach) and having to sit down every five minutes. Plus, the dull ache in your back you’ve been feeling all morning hasn’t really helped you. You’ve spent a good hour walking around and looking for your friends, and you’ve only now just found them, sat in what is usually the student lounge of Riverdale High. 
“Y/n? Did you swallow a planet?” Lili asks and you send her a sarcastic smile as you waddle towards her. 
Vanessa and Cami stop talking at the mention of your name, and large smiles appear on their faces once they see you. Cami and Vanessa stand to help you the last few feet to where they’re all sat while Lili moves along on the brown sofa so you can sit down. 
“It certainly looks like I did.” You huff once you’ve sat down. Your hands rest on your stomach as you take a few minutes to catch your breath. 
“Don’t listen to her. You look great.”
“You are a terrible liar Cami.”
“I’m not lying, you look amazing, especially considering the fact that you’re 38 weeks pregnant.” She argues, both Vanessa and Lili agreeing with her and you roll your eyes at your friends. They’re very sweet, but they’re all awful liars. 
“39 actually.”
“Shouldn’t you be at home?” Vanessa shifts in her seat so she’s facing you and you huff loudly, crossing your arms over your chest. You probably look like a grumpy toddler right now, with a pout on your lips and your arms crossed, but so would anybody that had been asked the same question every time they had a conversation with someone over the past few weeks.
“I should.” You nod. “But there’s only so much day time television I can take. My god its boring, I need to do something.”
“You’re gonna miss boring when they come along.” Lili glances at your stomach and you smile softly. 
“I know. But right now I couldn’t care less. I just want to talk to somebody that isn’t myself or a baby that can’t reply.”
“You’ve been talking to yourself?” Cami asks with a hint of concern in her voice. 
“I spend hours alone in the house, who else am I supposed to talk to.”
“Your friends?” She shrugs. 
“You try answering the door, or the phone with this attached to you making everything ten times harder.” You reply, sending her a look. 
“Fair point.” She nods. 
“How’d you get here then?” Lili asks. 
“With great difficulty.” You say, despite the lack of humour in your tone, the girls still laugh at your comment and even though you don’t want to, you feel a small smile breaking through your grumpy facade, until all four of you are giggling quietly. “Is Madelaine around?” 
“She’s filming at the minute, but she should be done soon.” Vanessa tells you, grabbing her phone and checking the time. You nod slowly, weighing up your lunch options while you look around. 
“Who’s facing Cheryl Blossom’s wrath today?” You ask. 
“Archie.” Lili replies, sending you a look and you grimace. 
“Poor KJ.”
“I think the stress of the baby is making her acting even better. She seems to channel all of that stress into making Cheryl the bitchiest woman ever. Its fascinating to watch.” Cami says and you smile at your friend. 
“And kind of scary.” Lili adds making you laugh. 
“Yeah. She’s kind of gone a little crazy over the past few weeks. She’s been planning literally everything. She has notebooks filled with baby things, the nursery was finished within the first month that we found out I was pregnant. And last week, she started setting alarms at weird hours of the night to get used to the sleep schedule.” You explain and they look at you with varying amounts of alarm. 
“Its sweet that she’s excited though.” Vanessa says. 
“Yeah it is.” You smile. They’ve never seen you smile like that before, full of excitement and joy and it makes them all smile too. Madelaine has the same look whenever somebody mentions you or the baby, and its very sweet to witness.
Your fingers draw light patterns over your stomach, and the baby kicks in return. Despite the pain, you smile anyway, wondering if they can hear you take about their mom.
They could come at any time really and you and Madelaine are waiting eagerly to welcome them into the world. Its something you’ve been wanting and waiting for, for two years, so you’re more than excited. Its been a long and draining journey filled with high exceptions and disappointing realities, doctors surgeries and needles and tears and frustration, but its all been leading up to this, and so its more than worth it. 
“I can’t wait to meet them.” Cami interrupts your thoughts and you look at her slightly dazed. 
“Yeah, me too.” Both Vanessa and Lili nod in agreement and you smile at the three of them. 
“Do you have any names?” Vanessa asks. 
“Nothing for certain yet. I think Madelaine’s convinced that when it comes out, it’ll just have a face that fits a name.” 
“So the answer is no then?” Cami teases. 
“Basically yeah.” You agree, laughing a little. 
“I don’t know if Madelaine has told you but, I hope you know you’re probably going to need a bigger house with all of the stuff you’re going to get just from us three.”
“Yep.” You nod. “She’s told me. And she told me about all the other cast and crew. Is it true that Casey got a huge 6ft teddy bear.” 
“Yes.” Lili laughs. “It lives in his spare room and he’s become quite attached to it.” 
“I’m pretty sure he said he was keeping that one and just buying you a new one.” Vanessa continues and the four of you laugh loudly. 
Yours however, is cut short by a sharp pain in your lower stomach. Your sudden inhale stops all laughter and the three of them look at you quickly. Your eyes screw shut while one hand grips your lower back and the other holds your stomach. 
“Y/n?” Vanessa asks quietly. “Is everything okay.” 
“Nope.” You force out through gritted teeth, slowly opening your eyes to look at them. 
Even though you’re fully prepared for this, you’ve read every book and article, some even twice because of Madelaine, now that its actually happening, all of that knowledge has gone out the window and all you want to do is cry. Nothing is right, Madelaine is busy, and its a week early and even though you love your friends dearly, the way they are looking at you is making you feel more panicked. 
The pain dulls a little at you let out a long breath, gripping the corner of the sofa and all three of the girls wince as they watch you. You feel something shift, and then another wave of pain rolls around and you grit your teeth again, pressure building up in your lower abdomen. 
“Is it happening?” Vanessa asks and you nod quickly. 
“Are you sure?” Lili asks, helping you stand when you try and do it yourself. Vanessa and Cami surround you, all of them steadying you while you’re doubled over in pain. 
“No. I’m just trying to tell this apart from a stomach ache, yes of course I’m sure. How can you not be sure that a human life is coming out of you?!” You grumble angrily, trying to focus your breathing. 
“Okay, just checking.” She apologizes. “Why don’t you sit down?” 
“I don’t want to sit down.” 
“Okay, me and Cami will help you stand, and Lili will go find Mads. Okay?” Vanessa takes charge of the situation and you’re glad somebody has. You don’t know what you would have done if all three of them stayed this panicked. 
“Okay.” You nod and Cami takes over from Lili. “Please hurry.” You hear Lili walk away, her footsteps getting quieter and you try to focus on listening for her coming back. 
“Okay, right. What do we do? I’ve never been in this situation before, what do we do?” Vanessa says frantically, looking around and trying to find something to help. Okay, maybe you were a little quick to think that she would know what to do. 
“We...breathe!” Cami says quickly. “Okay, Y/n, Y/n? Take deep breaths. In and out. In and out.” 
“Please stop saying in and out.” You cry, another contraction coming and going and the grip on her t-shirt tightens. 
“Sorry.” 
“Do you want anything? A drink or something?” Vanessa asks.
“I’m, ow, ow, ow, fuck, fuck fucking, shit OW.” 
“Owwww.” Cami cries, her legs buckling slightly as you squeeze her hand. 
“Stop being a baby.” Vanessa scolds and she sends her a glare back. 
“You’re not the one thats having the life squeezed out of their hand.” 
“You’re not the one pushing a melon sized thing out of your vagina! I get to say ow and nobody else.” You interrupt, getting more and more annoyed by the second. Where the hell is Lili? 
She’s only gone for two minutes, but two minutes feel like a life time when you’re pushing a human out of you. And so when she returns with a very panicked Madelaine in tow, you don’t know whether to hug her or hit her. 
Either one wouldn’t do much to stop the pain you’re feeling, but when Madelaine places a gentle hand on your back, taking over from Vanessa and Cami, you do feel a little bit better. 
“Hi babe.” Her voice is soft and comforting and dulls the pain slightly. You manage to stand up a little to look at her, and the smile thats lighting up her face is the best thing you’ve ever seen. She looks happier than you’ve ever seen her before and if you weren’t in so much pain, you’d definitely tell her how cute she looks. 
“Hi.” You manage to reply, despite it feeling like you’re being stabbed repeatedly. Her smile fades as she watches you grimace, and now she looks worried. But she tries to hide it, painting on a slightly wonky smile as she looks back at you. 
“You’re not supposed to be here.” She says, trying to distract you and a you let out a small laugh. 
“I got bored.” 
“Not so bored now are you?” She teases. 
“Nope.” You steel yourself against her and she wraps an arm around your waist, the other holds your hand tightly as she leads you towards the door. 
“Can one of you grab my bag please?” She asks the girls and Vanessa quickly runs off to grab it. Madelaine continues to lead you out of the door and after a lifetime (a minute) of walking, you’re stood by the doors that lead into the cast and crew parking lot. Vanessa catches up with you, and follows you to the car, putting Madelaine and yours’ bag in the backseat. 
“Are you telling me I could have just walked through that door instead of wandering around for an hour.” You huff as Madelaine helps you into the car. 
“Well, I told you to stay in bed but you wouldn’t listen to me.” She replies while fastening your seatbelt and you catch her gaze, sending her a hard glare. 
“Do you really want to argue with me right now?” 
“...nope.” She shakes her head quickly, double checking that you’re safe and you have everything before moving around the car and climbing into the drivers seat. The girls have already left, off to tell various people what is happening so its just the two of you. 
Madelaine starts the car, but takes a moment to look over at you, sat panting and sweaty in the passenger seat, but she knows she’s never loved anyone more. There’s nobody else in this world that she’d rather be doing this with, you’re her best friend and her soulmate and she’s going to love you and this baby for the rest of her life and beyond. 
“I love you.” She reaches her hand over the console to hold yours and you stop what you’re doing to look back at her, a small smile twitching at your lips. 
“I love you too.” You reply and press a soft kiss to her hand. 
“Are you ready?” She asks. 
“No.” You say honestly. “Are you?” 
“Absolutely not.” She laughs. 
Neither of you are worried though, because you know you have each other. 
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My Uncle Reacts to AoS Season 4
So, instead of getting chores done this morning, my uncle and I finished Season 4 of Agents of Shield. Here are his reactions! Enjoy! Fair warning, it is a long post because Steve had a lot of feelings.
4x01
Before the episode: I’m guessing Coulson was like “I got too close to the situation and could no longer be impartial.” And then he passed over the title of director to May or that general guy. Talbot! That’s his name.
He’s like ghost rider is all. Holy crap he is ghost rider! I didn’t realize he was marvel.
Why’d they have to break up the band?
I am concerned about the robots.
Well, ghost rider is badass.
4x02
“You’re an engineer Mack. And a small tank.” Bwhahahahahaha, that’s so true.
The director is Talbot. Ooooh, not Talbot. Someone new.
Oh, Daisy has a picture of Lincoln. I miss him.
May is not okay. May needs a nap.
I still can’t get over Mack offering that maybe they’re just ghosts. Fitzsimmons faces were amazing.
Mace is such a politician.
4x03
*Lincoln is mentioned* Owwwwwww
I love the Phil, Mack, and Fitz team up.
Wow, Fitz is badass this episode.
Okay, so Elena is amazing. That shot with the light was awesome!
4x04
Fitzsimmons moving in together, count me in.
I see where Daisy is coming from, but not awesome that she’s using her friends and then leaving.
Come on Daisy! Come home.
Heylo? Hahahahaha
Radcliffe, I don’t think telling the android it’s okay to lie sometimes is a good idea.
What’s that face she’s giving? Oh shit, is she feeling things? Is she feeling things for Fitz. That’s not good.
I don’t trust James. *moments later* Called it.
Yes, Mack, two fire dudes just fell into fireworks.
Jemma for sure knows she’s an android.
“I prefer a classical beauty myself.” Awww, Fitz.
4x05
Oh, Fitz, a high five will not fix her being mad at you. Trust me.
“I’m sure they have it under control.” *cuts to chaos* Okay, that’s the best transition of the whole show.
Robbie, please don’t go after that guy. Just keep going please. Dammit. Why can no one just follow instructions in Shield.
Way to go Jemma! But what happened with Mace?? What did he do?
May had a heart to heart with her and she’s still leaving? Is Daisy really going to leave after all of this? She can’t, right?
Robbies uncle is going to get sucked into that book. Yeah, look at his expression. That’s not good at all is it.
Well that senator sucks.
4x06
*Mace mad at Coulson* Daaaang
Fitz is so smart. He would be a millionaire if he was an inventor or something. But he just wants to help people.
Wait, shit, Eli is bad!
*Fitz, Coulson, and Robbie disappear* Oh no!!!! Wait, that’s how the episode ends! Noooo!!
4x07
Shit, where are they.
Oh, so that’s where they are. That’s not good.
“I have to phone Simmons to tell her... I’m in another dimension.” Bwhahahahaha oh no.
That’s not Mack. Holy shit!
“Oh Mack’s the ghost rider no big deal. But you can’t hear us.” Oh my god, these lines are amazing.
The dialogue this episode is fantastic.
No!!!!! Don’t give the darkhold to Radcliffe. He’s already so morally grey!!!
Fitz is going to hit Mace
Aww, Fitzsimmons
There’s some flirtation with Phil and Melinda going on.
Have we seen who’s in that photo Mack is looking at? Hope?
Oh hey Robbie, how was hell.
Ummm, is Aida building a brain? Is she corrupted. Yep. She’s corrupted. We’ve got a corrupted android. Great.
4x08
Coulson’s comedic timing is everything.
Oof, Robbie is not having a good time.
“Oh yeah, Fitz solved that” Of course he did. He’s Fitz.
*Badass Fitzsimmons duo scene* They truly are a dynamic duo aren’t they. That shot was awesome!
*Daisy looking at Robbie’s car* well, you’ve got a sweet car.
*Mackelena finally kiss* gasps. There it is!
*Aida kills Nathanson* Oh dears.
*Reveal that May is an LMD* Wait wait wait. Holy shit. Oh shit. Damn.
4x09
Aida’s so sweet to May. And she sweetly killed Nathanson like it was nothing. Not creepy at all.
Once again Mack’s lines are amazing.
Yeah, don’t attack the android guys. Not a good idea.
“Why would you want to hurt me Leopold.” Aaaah haaaa, umm. No.
“Well, Simmons has only been kidnapped twice on this planet.” Hahahahahahaha that’s hilarious.
Smart people are stupid. That’s amazing.
*Aida freezes may* AAAH, she doesn’t even know she’s a robot!
*Radcliffe reveal* O. M. G. He’s corrupted. He played them. Asshole. Dammit he read it for just a second! No!
This is a good part of the show! I’m really enjoying this.
4x10
What the heck’s in that brief case?
And Radcliffe is now super creepy.
Poor Fitz, he doesn’t know his friend totally betrayed him.
“I did this to protect you.” Awww, Fitz. I mean, let’s not make robots, but that’s still really sweet. He just wanted to protect Simmons and everyone.
*May wakes up* Jesus, god May. She’s a badass. Imagine waking up like that! God! That’s terrifying.
“I can’t help feeling like somethings off.” Yeah, May, you aren’t real.
Mace isn’t an inhuman! Oh damn.
*Fitz analyzing Aida’s head* Uh oh Fitz.
“Is it weird that I found that attractive?” Hahahahahahahaha. Fantastic.
*Coulson back in charge* hell yeah!
*May finds out she’s an LMD* Aaaaaaah! Well, that’s an existential crisis.
4x11  
Does Radcliffe have more of them? Because he just happened to have May.
*May waking up over and over again* Feels like I’m watching The Good Place.  
*Aida breaks a glass* That’s concerning that a robot would make a mistake like that.
*Hope reveal* Oh that’s awful! Poor Mack.
Whose the other LMD?
*Radcliffe LMD reveal* Ohhhh noooo. Poor Fitz.
4x12
Hey! I was wondering where the lanyard guys were!
“You’re going all Gollumy again” bwhahahahaha that’s amazing
“I’ve lost too much already, I’m not losing you.” Awww, Phil.
*Robo Radcliffe talks about Fitz’s past* Oh my gosh, that explains so much. Oh Fitz! Screw Fitz’s dad.
How many Koenigs are there?
Awww, baby Fitz!—Maggie
I bet that’s his real mom too!—Steve
Fitz and Simmons are cute!
*Philinda kiss* Noooo! She’s a robot!
“Sorry, you weren’t meant to last” Radcliffe you ass. You evil ass.
4x13
*Agnes reveal* Eeeek, creepy. That’s who she’s based on!
Wait, is she really Australian? Damn, she does a great American accent.  
Mace really got the short end of the stick in a lot of this didn’t he.
*Shockley gets turned into an inhuman* Oooh shit.
Did they just put Shockley on the plane. The dude that blows up? Well, damn.
*Fitzsimmons realize Shockley is the bomb* Way to go dynamic duo. Now gooooo! Oh, they’re going. Simmons pushing Fitz is amazing.
Aaaaaah! Fitz! Fitz and Mace!
*Fitzsimmons hug* Awww. I know I’ve said it before but they’re cute.
Noooo! Mace! Shit they kidnapped Mace!
*Aida takes put on Agnes’s necklace* Ewwwww, creepy. Creepy creepy creepy! Aaah.
4x14
*The superior walking* He must have this ‘I’m so cool face’ on at all times.
Aww, is Radcliffe in there to be with Agnes. That’s so sad.
*Flashback with Phil and May* Aww, May is all playful. It’s before the sad times.
*Mace chained* that’s not great for your circulation.
They’re going to kill Mace. No, don’t kill Mace.
“Morales, you’re with me.” Uh oh, Morales. More redshirts with names making me nervous.
“You’ve enhanced yourself with alien technology.” Actually Fitz built his hand.
“Cool origin story, bro.” Okay, that’s incredible.
“Concern only slightly lessened.” Davis is just like ‘thanks dude.’ Fantastic.
Mack doesn’t need super powers to be a badass.
*LMD reveal* Holy shit. Holy shiiiit. They switched out all four of them??? All four??? Holy shiiiit. Fitzsimmons are all alone. Aaaahaaa.
“Even filth has a purpose.” Ewwww, and she’s leaning over him like that. So creeeeppyyy. Eewwww.
“He’s a shrink.” Oh awwww. It’s Andrew. She falls in love with him.
Well I guess Phil and Melinda’s robots can be together. Kind of weird but okay.
Oh my god, this is stressing me out!!!
‘Even filth has a purpose.” Gaaah, ewww. I’m still thinking about it.
So is Radcliffe even in control anymore? Or is he too preoccupied with the framework to care. Like, is Aida just doing whatever the heck she wants now because that’s unsettling.
4x15
Where are all of them? Oh they’re in the framework. Uh oh.
Ewwww, Aida is evil! He’s (Ivanov) alive and she’s cutting into him.
Aaah, they’ve got them surrounded. It’s so creepy.
This is some body snatchers shit.
*fitzsimmons LMD scene* *Steve biting his nails with wide eyes* oh my god that was awful.
*Steve rewinds to rewatch the LMD scene* they’re so good. And it hurt so much to see Fitz go so cold. Owwww. Because it was him and how he would act and then it just shuts off. Ugh, they’re so good.
*Jemma stabbing Fitz scene* Oh he’s thought about getting married. Oh my god, that’s so awful. So disturbing. That hurts. They’re so talented.
*Daisy LMDs* Ohhhh that’s so disturbing. This is all so disturbing. Oh my gosh.
*Daisy and Jemma scene* Awwww, they found the only other person to trust. That’s so sweet. Gosh, that was also a brilliantly acted scene.
They’re all such good actors. All of them.
God, this is all so disturbing.
*Aida kills Radcliffe* oh shit. Aaaaah. That’s so creepy.
“Because you and Fitz belong together.” Thats the truth.
“Their poor base” -Maggie
“And they just retiled the bathrooms.” -Steve
Ooh, quake jump, that’s so cool.
*Slow motion quake* That’s sooo badasssss!
*Davis flying the Zephyr* Aah, Davis. Careful. He just started training.
*LMD May blows up the base.* oooh ho.  Damn.
“Lincoln?” Oh noooo. That’s awful.
*Ward reveal* Whaaaaat?
*Coulson reveal* Whaaaaaat?
*Mack reveal* oh nooo, he’s got his daughter.
*Fitz reveal* Whaaaaaat? But, damn.
*Jemma reveal* Whaaaaaaaaat? She’s in a grave? Who’s in the car with Fitz?
*May reveal* is she an avenger? *Hydra logo appears* Waaaaait. Whaaaaaaaaat?
What the hell is going on. What the hell? What is this place. Are they all evil? Some of them evil? Mack isn’t evil right?
*Ivanov’s head* Ewwww creepy.
Whaaaat the helllll. As Fitz would say *does Fitz impression* what the hell?
Dammit why do I have to put the kids to bed!! I want to watch the next episode!! Gosh dang it.
That’s disturbing count: around 15
4x16
“Skye?” Skye??? Skye!!!
*Logo* ooooh, agents of hydra
“You’re on another planet this morning.” Yeah, she is. No shit Ward.
*Daisy looks up Lincoln* Awwww. Owwwww.
*Jemma jumps from the grave.* Lucky she was in a shallow grave.
They’re having a bad week.
Vijay isn’t real. He’s at the bottom of the ocean.
*Ward punches Vijay* wait, did he want him to stop talking? Hmmm.
*Coulson class scene* Aaaahhaa that’s not awful at all.
*May Bahrain reveal* oh shit, it changed that much! Shit.
“We’ve got him doctor” Radcliffe? *Fitz reveal*  Ooooh nooo! Noooo! Shit, noooo! Jemma died and he went all dark. Nooooo.
“It’s a magical place.” Oh damn!
“My father used to say...” Shit, does Fitz have his dad’s influence?????
*Ward double agent reveal* Ooooooh! Shiiit. That’s so interesting!!
“This isn’t the framework this is hell” Jemma’s so pissed.
“Drones, Dwarves. Whatever.” Awww, Jemma’s heart just broke right there.
Are they stuck in the framework! Well shit!
*Fitz and Aida kiss* Ewwww. I mean it makes sense in this world because of course she’s using Fitz but ewww.
She replaced Jemma with herself. That’s not creepy at all.
“Daisy?” Aaaah! He remembers!
This place is messed up! Interesting, but messed up!
4x17
“I make my own soap now.” Bwhahahahahaha. That’s amazing.
Aww, Mack has his daughter. And she’s adorable. Oh no!
Ophelia? Oooh, she’s got her own name.
“I’d cross the universe for you.” Ewwww! Noooo. He literally crossed the universe for Jemma.
*Fitz and Aida make out* *Maggie screams and Steve shivers* But why is Fitz so hot in the framework though—Maggie *Steve nods*
“The soap made me do it.” Bwhahahahaha
*Mace reveal* Aaaaah! Mace! He’s all gruff now and an inhuman! He got everything that he ever wanted.
“And we’ll make our society great again.” Ewwwwwwwhewe!
This is so interesting! I’m really liking it!
*Mack and hope get taken by Hydra* that’s so awful! That is so disturbing!
Coulson is so nerdy, I love it.
“You’re Daisy Johnson. We’re agents of shield.” Mack remembers.
*Revealed that Mack doesn’t remember* No! Shit.
*Fitz kills Agnes* *sharp intake of breath, Steve stays silent for a very long time.*
*Mack joins Shield* Good job Mack.
“How do you feel?”-Maggie.
Steve quietly: “sick.”
4x18
I love how Mace is all scruffy and his suits all scratched.
Aaah, evil Fitz makes me sad.
*Jemma seeing Mack and Hope* Yeah, it’s an oh shit moment.
“Tell your old man all about it.” *Steve gasps* Oh no.
“I don’t know the kind of man I’d be without you father.” “That’s why I’m here.” Yep, to brainwash him.
TRIP!
*Brainwash room* Oh no! It’s the other kid too! No!
MACE! Noooo! Why would Aida do that. She’s so evil.
That’s so messed up.
*May used Terrigen on Daisy* Yes. Good job May. And hopefully it’ll heal her in the process.
4x19
Ha, Bakshi has a tv show.
Aww, mace is dead. He was a good man.
*Daisy quakes Aida out a window* *Steve laughs* That took her by surprise didn’t it.
“It’s like sipping poison...” Mmm, Fox News.
“You’re the new head of hydra” Yikes.
*Ward throws remote* Umm, you guys have limited remotes!
*Steve pauses show* I don’t like any of this. It’s interesting but I hurt inside. It hurts that Fitz is evil. Mace is dead. Agnes is dead. Radcliffe is in prison. May was evil. I’m sad.
Aww, Coulson all of a sudden became that paternal leader.
Wait, so she totally used Fitz in like every way. What a jerk.
Trips the best.
Sorry Ward. She wants to feel bad for you but she can’t.
So much Scottishness this season. I love it.
*Radcliffe yells at Alistar* yep, because you’re a worthless asshole ya jerk. Oof, he just throat punched Radcliffe.
Aww, Coulson is coming into his own.
“When this is over-“ Do I get Skye! “Do I get my Skye back?” Called it!
I liked that scene with Grant. It was the redemption that the other Ward didn’t deserve but this one did. It was nice. Also really well acted.
“Hydra giving alternative facts.” Ooooh, they’re calling them out. They are so not fans of Trump and it’s amazing.
*Coulson on the news* This is Shield’s please vote! Please vote.
That was amazing.
4x20
Yeah, I hate all of this.
This all hurts.
*Fitz talks to Radcliffe* Come on Radcliffe, please don’t betray us. Please.
*Jemma kills Alistair* Well, that’s not going to help us.
“I’m sure everything is fine.” It is not. Simmons killed Fitz’s dad.
I hate this. It’s fascinating and I hate it. She’s just made him mad. God, no.
*Trip saying goodbye* Awww, this hurts. He’s goneeee in our world. Whyyyyy.
Is Aida trying to build her spine *body being built on the other side* Ohhh. Damn.
*Coulson gets shot* SHIT
*Coulson wakes up* You’re going to have to fight a killer robot, Phil.
*May wakes up* Awww she did it! She followed him!!
*Radcliffe redeems himself* Yes! Radcliffe! Yes! Thank you!
*Fitz falls through* Thank God!
Thank you Radcliffe.
*Mack not coming with* Maggie, I really don’t like this.
Oh gosh, Fitz is so freaked out. They’re all so freaked out. Aaah, Aida!
*Aida and Fitz teleport* Well that was unexpected.
I feel really ill. Like, this hurts a lot. I hurt a lot.
It’s like The Red Wedding but drawn out over 4 episodes and I hurt.
4x21
Before the episode: I came into the framework so optimistic and it crushed me. Like I thought May was an avenger and then it was like hahaha pain.
Oh yeah! And then she teleported with Fitz. JERK!
Fitz really got screwed by the framework didn’t he.
*Coulson kills Robo Ivanov with a shield* WOAHHH!!! That was amazing! ...and disturbing.
*Coulson recounts what happened with Robbie Reyes* BWHAHAHAHAHA. It sounds so ridiculous when you recount it but it’s so amazing watching it.
Will she stop teleporting Fitz! He already feels sick!
Yeaaaah, giving Fitz his abuser back and replacing the woman he loves with yourself is not what would make him happy Aida!
“If he wanted to kill us he could just flood the place. Why is he stalling.” TO FLOOD THE PLACE, PHIL!
“I drank the bottle of Haig” “you piece of—“ *Steve can’t stop laughing*
*Mack almost drowning* Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. OH SHIT.
*Fitz and Aida rescuing mack* THANK GOD.
*Jemma shoots Aida* well, yeah.
*Jemma shoots Fitz* Love ya Fitz, sorry man.
“What do we do with Fitz?” Talk to him!!
“I’m just like Ward.” Oh ho, that hurts.
“There’s only room in my heart for her.” YES! Oh shit, Aida’s not happy.
OH SHIT!
NO DAVIS! DAVIS!
*Toddler starts crying IRL over a toy* Now imagine if we gave her powers.That’s what’s happening with Aida.
*Fitzsimmons pod scene* oww
*Yoyo plugs herself into the framwork* This is a mess.
*Aida throws bottle in anger* His vodka!
*Aida and Ivanov scene* Aaah! Inhuman robot sex. Oh. Nope. Murder.
*Robbie comes back* Welcome back buddy! SHIELD shit has hit the fan.
4x22
“How do we kill Aida?” Hell chains? I’m thinking hell chains.
*Robbie waiting for Shield* Hello, back from another dimension? No way, us too!
Well Radcliffe is screwed if the framework is falling apart.
“I’ll talk to him. He’ll remember me.” No he won’t Elena. Wish he would though.
*Robo!Daisy shoots Talbot* *Steve sits with his mouth open* NO!! I mean, he could be annoying but he was a good man! And he’s been around since season 1!
“There’s a pulse.” How? Yay! But how?
“Once you say you can’t stop me. Well—“ it’s like when you say you feel safe on Survivor and then get voted off the island.
*Daisy & Robbie team up* Boom bitches!! That was super cool!
Mack’s not going to leave until Hope de-materializes. And that sucks ass.
“Robot May was much more supportive.” HA! That’s amazing.
EVERYTHING’S A MESS AND EVERYONE IS HURT AND DIE AND PAIN AND OWW AND THINGS.
Maggie: “What?”
Steve: “You heard me.”
*Aida kills LMD!Jemma* WHAT! What the hell? I feel so sick. Oh thank god she’s an LMD! But I feel ill.
Eeeewwwww the kiss Aida gave Fitz on the cheek is so disturbing.
*Jemma shoots Aida* YES! AWESOME!
*Coulson ghost rider reveal* HOLY SHIT THAT’S AMAZING! I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER!
*Aida dies* Well that was awesome and terrible and poor everyone.
They really do a great job of making you feel sick don’t they.
*Mack and Hope scene*
Maggie: “you okay?”
Steve: *wipes away tear* no.
Wait, is there more to Coulson’s deal with the Ghost Rider?
“Gave me a glimpse of the life I could have here.” Oooh! Mack and Elena! She did almost die for him. They’re in love.
*Robbie having to leave* He and Daisy couldn’t like kiss before he left? No? Fine.
*Daisy speech to Fitz* someone hug him, please!
*Diner scene* Whaaaat?
We’re in space next season!!?? Whooo!!
They’re all so messed up after all of this. I feel messed up after all of this.
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"Please?" My best friend Ashley, begged, chasing me around the dorm room.
"I don't know," I sighed flopping down on the sofa and switching the TV on. It was 3 in the afternoon so there wasn't much on, but the aimless chatter was enough to block out the whining coming from my roommate.
"Please, please, please, I'll clean the toilet for a month, and you can use my Netflix and steal my lecture notes," she added. I looked at her laughing slightly as she got down on her knees and literally begged me. "Who knows," she added when I didn't respond. "It is a cross facility party, so you might even see some cute guys there, cute doctors," she added.
"Shawn won't be there, there's no way, he's a week out from starting his residency," I stated as if this ended it.
"Who said anything about Shawn?" She smirked, getting up. "You're coming!" She called, walking into the kitchen and returning with snacks. "I mean come on! It's not like you two haven't been sussing each other out all semester ever since you worked in that group project for communications, I mean it's clear you like each other, he's even told his buddies, make your move girl, he's perfect for you!" She encouraged.
"He sure is that," I agreed, dazed just thinking about him. He was tall and built, with broad shoulders, and soft brown curly hair, an award-winning smile and charm to boot. On top of all that he was a really nice guy. No one seemed to have a bad word to say about him.
Two hours later we walked into the party, and I was immediately taken aback by how many people were here. "I'm going to get a drink," Ashley yelled over the music. I nodded turning around, coming across the one face I didn't want to see.
"Oh shit, Hayden is here," I hissed, running to catch up to Ashley.
"Just try to ignore him, he's a douche!"
The night was going well and despite myself, I'd even started to relax and enjoy myself, Ashley had even managed to get Shawn and I talking, not that we didn't flirt with each other whenever we saw one another, but we never really got to have a real conversation- about the more meaningful stuff. We talked about everything from the way Ashley and Brian his best friend were flirting shamelessly, why he chose to live on campus even though he could have chosen to take his last few pre-residency classes online having successfully completed his residency year and what he was looking forward to most.
I was on a real high- he was so easy to talk to (and flirt with)- he'd even suggested we go out for breakfast which immediately got my heart racing. The thought of going out with Shawn-alone, was thrilling.
This changed however, when Shawn declared that he was going to get a drink and Ashley announced she was going to the bathroom, leaving me on the patio where we'd been chatting all alone. I heard the door go, expecting it to be one of them back already, but when I turned, I found Hayden, sauntering over to me, a disturbing smirk on his face. A third-year sports major, med school drop out Hayden was a class A arsehole that would try to get with any girl he could-everyone knew that. He'd had more security warnings than anyone else in our year and he'd decided that his latest challenge was me. It had started in communications class which all journalism, med and sports science majors took- along with a few others so it wasn't uncommon to run into people from other courses. Basically, if you had to talk to people as part of your career, you took the class.
But when I'd told him I wasn't interested, like so many others in the class before me had, he took that as a challenge and had made my life a living hell for the past three months.
"So Kenzie, you finally come to your senses?" He slurred, coming to stand mere inches from my face, his breath stunk of stale beer.
"Go shove it," I spat instinctively taking a step back in an effort to put some distance between us.
"Careful Kenz, you don't have your little pozzie with you now." He grabbed my wrist, slamming me into the side of the building, knocking the wind out of me. I could already feel where the rough stone was cutting into my exposed skin of my back, wrist aching.
"Get off me!" I yelled again, moving to push him away. This only seemed to anger him further though.
"Man she said to leave her alone, " another voice spoke, "so leave her alone." The figure was tall and it was only when they stepped into the light that I realised it was Shawn. Relief flooded me.
"What are you doing here Mendes? Come to protect your girl?" He taunted.
"Stopping a dickhead from doing something stupid," He spoke cooly, a new drink in his hand.
"Wait, what's your degree again, oh yeah...medicine, well let's see how good you really are!" He spoke, pulling me into him by my already pained limb and then thrusting me backward again, smashing me into the wall and ripping my dress in the process leaving me exposed and vulnerable. The relief I had felt moments earlier was replaced with terror.
My head was spinning, a dull ache starting at the base of my scalp, my legs gave out and I found myself on the ground, a shivering, shaking mess.
"Someone call security to come get this piece of shit out of here," Shawn called to the group of people that had assembled at the commotion before crouching down beside me.
"Are you okay, Kenz?" He asked, looking me up and down. I was in too much pain to care that he or anyone else was seeing me practically naked.
"Kenzie, Kenzie oh my God!" Ashley yelled, coming to a skidding halt beside me.
"Give me your coat," Shawn spoke urgently gesturing to the woollen material Ashely had wrapped around her. She handed it over quickly, allowing him to wrap it around me carefully.
"Brian, come help me get her up and inside," he called when he realised his friend had returned.
"We're just going to help you stand up okay?" Shawn spoke gently. Taking my hand.
"Owwww, owww, stop!" I begged, feeling another wave of dizziness and nausea wash over me.
"Right come here," He spoke, picking me up in one gentle but fluid movement. I closed my eyes then, but I could feel people pointing and starting as we made our way through the house and out into the night air. The breeze was cool and dry, bringing me to my senses a little more.
"Out of the way people. I'm half a mind just to take her to the hospital, " He muttered to Ashley and Brian who I could hear trailing behind.
"She won't like that, can't you check her out yourself?" Ashley pleaded and I silently thanked the heavens that I had a friend like her.
"I mean, I could, but if I think she needs to go to the hospital once I look her over, we go, " he bargained.
As we walked for what seemed like ages the pain only intensified my side now throbbing horribly. I was almost certain I was going to be sick when we came to a sudden stop, the lock on a door clicking open.
"Brian get the first aid kit and my bag?" Shawn asked, moving rapidly through space and placing me down onto what felt like a bed.
"Kenz, Kenzie, open your eyes for me, honey." He urged, tapping my arm. With great effort to fight the increasing lethargy, I opened my eyes, blinking furiously at the bright lights that stung my eyes overhead.
"Where are we?" I whispered, trying to ignore the pain- I felt like a life-sized ache.
"We're in my dorm room. I wanted to go to the hospital, but Ash said you may not like that so I brought you here. I have the stuff to treat you here, providing you don't need any further testing, " He explained, kneeling beside my bed as I looked around. I made the mistake of trying to get up, and immediately regretted it when my ribs protested angrily.
"Easy, easy, he warned his expression one of sympathy and concern. "Stay there Kenz, I'll move you if need be. Do you remember what happened?" He asked, glancing down at me with a soft smile. I nodded, somewhat reassured by Shawn's warmth and competency.
"Hayden, " My voice was hoarse from the shouting earlier. He nodded.
"Good, that's a good sign."
He stood up, reaching for several items by the door- the first aid kit and a bag- no doubt the one's he had asked Brian to retrieve.
"Where are you hurting?" He asked, looking me up and down, appraising my injuries. Just this small action made the tears I had been holding back, spillover, a mixture of pain, fear, relief and embarrassment. "Hey, hey, you're okay. Shhh, you don't need to cry, " He murmured, taking my hand gently in his, immediately enveloping me with warmth. I had known I liked him for months now, and every time we interacted this was affirmed more by small things he would do or say- getting me my favourite coffee before early morning tutes, offering to walk me to class. Yet somehow this felt so much more intimate and I almost forgot where we were until Ashley cleared her throat.
"Do- do you wanna help her change and we'll come back in a minute. You can have one of my shirts." Shawn spoke shaking his head as if clearing a fog as he got up and threw a soft sweater at the bed.
I nodded mutely, not trusting my voice.
"A little help?" I asked Ashley, when the door closed.
"Girl he is smit-ten, She sang, coming over to help undo the ripped material of my dress."
"Shut up! He's probably just outside the door,"
I hissed, wanting very much to hit her over the head, but not wanting to move again for fear of pain.
The shirt smelled like him- a mix of Sandalwood and some sort of earthy, almost woodsy tone.
"You can come back in, " She called when I was decent again and laying back on the bed.
Thankfully Shawn was extremely professional, acutely aware of the strange situation and my escalated anxiety. Asking permission before so much as taking my pulse.
When he got to my ribs, he stopped, barely touching the bottom of the sweater.
"May I?" I nodded, sucking in a huge breath as the anticipation of pain (and Shawn's touch) over whelmed me. I could help, but hold my breath, as he gently palpated the area, feeling in and around my ribs. "Nothing feels broken, " He commented, after a little bit.
"So no hospital?" I asked praying he agreed. His brow furrowed. I would still feel better if you saw a fully licensed doctor. I'll call my mate okay. Connor, he's really chilled," He spoke, pushing some baby hairs off my face. "In the meantime let's get these cuts and bruises sorted, " He smiled.
Not much was said for the next half an hour, Shawn working quietly and efficiently. The only time I felt any pain was when he and Ashley had to sit me up so he could clean and disinfect my back. My wrists he said, although badly bruised and about eight differ ent shades of purple would heal on their own.
I was just starting to get sleepy, Shawn tapping me every so often to keep me awake when there was a soft knock at the door, before a man around Shawn's age, maybe a few years older walked in.
"Kenzie is it? I'm Connor, he introduced himself with a smile. "Shawn told me what happened, is it okay if I have a look at your head."
I nodded, trusting him, because Shawn trusted him. And honestly I just wanted, no needed, sleep.
Like Shawn his assessment was thourough, but quick. "You can lay back again, " he murmured as he finished checking me over, putting his penlight back in his pocket and pulling his gloves off.
"So?" Shawn asked, looking between me and his friend.
Connor sighed, "Yeah, you're right, she does have a small concussion, you know the drill, rest, lots of fluids, wake her every hour. He got you good, I'm sorry to say, " he grimaced. "Is someone staying with her?" He asked looking between me, Shawn and Ashley.
"I could stay, I mean, if you're okay with that?"Shawn spoke looking to me.
I shrugged, hissing as the action, pulled at my ribs.
"Okay, it's settled then, " Ashley clapped, a sly smile on her face, which I could just see past Shawn's torso blocking most of my view as he sat beside me.
Brian and Ashley stayed for a little longer, chatting quietly between themselves as I lay there half awake, and exhausted, but unable to sleep. When Shawn declared that it was time for them to go, because the 'patient' needed rest (this got a glare), Ash tried to kick up a stink, no doubt hoping to witness more content with which she could hold over my head. Shawn however wasn't having it, and insisted they come back tomorrow.
"Finally, some peace, jeez, my head hurts," I laughed, again regretting it.
"Here, take these." He handed me some tablets and a bottle of water. Sitting beside the bed on a chair, which he had pulled from the desk across the room. "It's been one hell of a night! I'll have to take you out to make up for it, " He spoke casually.
I turned, surprised, not quite sure I believe what I was hearing.
"Like a date?" I sqeeked out, feeling my face flush.
"I mean, I just thought..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"I'd like that," I smiled.
Get some rest and when you're better we'll organise something, it's been months in the making. Don't think I haven't noticed the way Ashley's been 'accidently' having to talk to the professor in comms class leaving us alone." He smiled.
I blushed, just thinking about it, damn, he was more perceptive than I thought. "Don't tease me, I'm sore, and tired, " I grumbled.
"I'm here if you need me, Honey, " He spoke, my heart swelling the nickname.
"Thank you, Shawn, "I spoke reaching for his hand as I finally fell to sleep.
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mysymestash · 5 years ago
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RFA + Saeran accidentally injuring MC
I FORGOT JIHYUN LIKE A BIG DUMB MAYBE I’LL UPDATE LATER WITH HIS
Yoosung
LOLOL had launched a special campaign, only available for a limited time
Seeing as how the reward for completing it was rumoured to be a brand new skin for one of Yoosung’s favourite characters,
of course he was going to spend three sleepless nights in front of the computer to be the first one to get it
Normally, you wouldn’t let him stay up for so long playing- but finals were over and you figured he deserved to blow off some steam
You were relaxing on the couch one day when you heard a loud commotion from Yoosung
You went over to his desk to check on him-
“Yes! Yes! I got it- oh my god, I got it! MC come over here and check it out-!”
Before you could even respond to tell him you were already right beside him
He threw his hands up in the air while he was celebrating, one connecting directly with your nose
When his shocked face whipped around to see you cradling your now bloody nose he almost screamed
Apologizing incessantly- and god forbid you shed some tears at the pain because he will reciprocate the tears tenfold
He tries to get you some tissues but he’s panicking so much that he just- grabs a fistful and shoves it in your face
Just wants to stop the bleeding as soon as possible
Will want you to hit him back as revenge
If you take him up on the offer, he will cry again
Jumin
You two were relaxing at the end of the day, just enjoying a glass of wine together
But Elizabeth was feeling especially needy that day
She was cuddling up to you, walking across your laps, etc..
She refused to sit still, wanting you to play with her
Jumin’s just watching you suffer with amusement, you trying to drink from your glass but can’t since Elizabeth keeps pawing at it
Thinks your frustrated face is adorable
In fact, so adorable he wants to keep a permanent record of it
So he pulls out his phone to capture the moment- fully intending on sending it straight to the messenger
But my man forgot his flash was on
Mind you, this is in the late evening and you two are outside on the patio- so this flash is bright
Scares the everloving shit out of Elizabeth too and she jumps ten feet into the air out of your lap, knocking your glass out of your hand
On reflex, you reach out to catch the glass but it shatters on the ground before you can fully reach it
You can’t quite see what’s happened but damn can your hand feel it
Feeling the sharp pain, you quickly pull back your hand and put it to the light- bitch is bleeding
You’re a little in shock but he’s already called five paramedics, 12 different ambulances, a neurosurgeon- Jumin stop why would I need a neurosurgeon for my hand
Even after he confirms with all the doctors that you’re fine, he will be paranoid for a long time
Invests in shatter-proof everything
Jaehee
It was a busy busy busy day in the cafe
Both of you were rushing around trying to take all the orders and seat everyone in time
Neither of you were expecting today of all days to be so busy- and some of the other workers had called in so you were already running short on people
You were at the front, taking orders and providing extra chairs for everyone filtering in
Jaehee called you from the back for help getting all the extra batches she had just made out to the front
Ngl she was really rushing you along- urging you to hurry up before you missed anyone new coming in
You were feeling so rushed, in fact, that you weren’t really paying attention to what Jaehee was handing you- more focused on just getting it out as fast as possible
Without warning, she finished handing you the muffins that had been cooling for the past few minutes and had swapped to the cookies fresh out the oven
You were not wearing your oven mitts
As soon as the pan made contact with your skin you screamed, dropping it on the floor
She was on you right away,, pulling your red hands under the cool tap water
Doesn’t stop apologizing;
Her actions are swift and confident- bandaging your hands with incredible proficiency
But her words are something else completely lol— she’s stammering out “I’m sorry”s and asking if you’re okay like fifty times in a row
Insists you stay in the front and that she does the kitchen work on her own- even if you refuse
At the end of the day she’ll still be apologizing and offers to bring you to the hospital to make sure hands are okay
You have to calm her down by kissing her
But yes please take me to the hospital I still hurt
Saeyoung
You and Saeyoung were playing hide and go seek tag like a bunch of CHILDREN
Jk it’s adorable
Saeyoung was it this round which is honestly an unfair advantage in all regards
You, like the hide and go seek pro you are, we’re strategically moving your hiding spot every few seconds- never staying in one spot for too long
You’re a lot harder to track down than he first anticipated
Resorts to using his cameras to find you
“It’s not cheating, MC- it’s using your tools to your advantage.”
Finds you creeping down the halls and hatches a plan to take you by surprise
The hall you’re in happens to connect back to the kitchen
When you finally make it into the kitchen, he takes the chance to pop out right behind you screaming like a banshee
Your heart drops
You scream and try to run away but socks on slippery tiled floor don’t offer too much traction
You make it half a step before you are launched backwards and crash onto the ground head first
His screaming turns into half screaming half laughing as he rushes to your side on the floor
Recites some dramatic made up poetry about his fallen love- ala Romeo and Juliet
You’re fighting back tears while you’re holding your head
“Saeyoung stop making me laugh it’s making my head hurt even more”
When he hears you saying your head hurt he calms down
Legitimately worried now that your injury might be serious
Rushes you to a doctor right away who concludes that you probably just have a mild concussion
Permanent bed rest and cuddles until he decides you’re better
Expect him to don the maid costume while he’s taking care of you and “forget” to close the door letting Saeran walk in and see everything
poor Saeran
Zen
He had just gotten casted for what was essentially his dream role
This boy was Romeo fucking Montague
So psyched he wanted you to help him practice lines- obviously for the balcony scene as you read for Juliet
But he was
really into this role
He had you climb up on top of this ladder as he supported you from the bottom to act as the ‘balcony’
You just went along with it despite how ridiculous you felt because you didn’t want to be the one to rain on his parade;;
Besides you thought it was cute seeing how invested he was getting into the character as you peered over him from your position on the ladder
Well- it was cute until his focus gradually shifted from keeping you stable on the ladder to reciting his monologue
“Uhh, Zen? Are you sure this is stable enough?..”
You doubt he even heard you over his reading, not taking his eyes off of the script
Before you could try and catch his attention again you unceremoniously toppled down as the ladder suddenly fell away from under you
He heard the crashing and reached out, script being thrown away and forgotten, to catch you before you landed
Technically he succeeded but it didn’t stop your leg being caught in the mess of the ladder falling
Leading to your very sprained ankle
Doesn’t even stop to ask if you’re okay,, all but throws the ladder away and carries you all the way to the hospital
After you guys get back, you’re pouting and he’s basically begging for your forgiveness
Will ask you to push him from a real balcony so he can understand and experience your pain
Obviously not Zen wtf
Will “kiss your ankle better” and curse the gods that his beast-like healing abilities was not given to you also
Saeran
You’ve probably been hanging out with Saeyoung a little too much tbh
He gives you the idea to prank Saeran
For SOME reason you think it’s a good idea
He was sleeping in this morning and you think it would be hilarious if you hid behind the door before he woke up and scare him as he came out
You’ve definitely been spending too much time with Saeyoung
When he wakes up and doesn’t feel you in the bed with him he lowkey freaks out
He thinks you’ve probably just left to go to the bathroom or something so he calls your name
Obviously you don’t respond
Cue actual panic for marshmallow boy
Starts thinking of all the worst case scenarios that could have happened to you
He basically leaps out of the bed, calling for Saeyoung
You hear him coming to the door and get ready to scare him
But before you can even jump out of your hiding spot behind the door- it swings open full force getting you right in the nose
“Owwww...Saeran...”
He hears your whining and pulls back the door to see you holding your bloody nose
“What the hell are you doing back there? Why didn’t you respond when I called you?”
“I was trying to prank you...”
A moment of silence for Saeran’s patience
“Bye.”
Steps back into your room and closes the door
Honestly really relieved you were okay, just embarrassed about how worried he was
Will come back out when he hears you in the bathroom taking care of your nose
“You’re not allowed to talk to my idiot brother again.”
“But Saerannnn”
Surprisingly very gentle when patching you up
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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 5 years ago
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Us and Andie Ch. 13
Summary: Bucky works as an Avenger because it’s what’s right. He feels he has sins he’ll never be able to make up for, but he’ll spend the rest of his life trying. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he comes across Andie, the daughter of recently divorced Y/N. The life he had once “maintained” in hopes of surviving changes as his heart warms for a tough-as-nails nurse and her wonderful daughter.
Pairing: Bucky x Singleparent!Reader
Word Count: 3276 words
Series Masterlist - Masterlist
A/N: Victims come from all experiences. Sometimes we can’t tell who they are at first glance and it takes time to understand where they’re coming from. If you ever need someone to talk to, know my inbox is always open.
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“None of this makes sense.” Y/N flopped onto Angie’s bed, covering her face with her arms.
Ciara snorted, taking a sip of her tea as she took a seat straddling Angie’s desk chair. She propped her arms against the back, reminding Y/N, “Girl, we live in a time where we see iron-men flying through the sky. Some of our best protectors are Gods, centurions, and a Hulk, remember?”
“Mutants like your little girl are getting more common every day and you got it in your head that a little male attention is weird.” Angie shook her head, handing Y/N the cup of hot chocolate she had requested. 
“Okay, but!” Y/N sat up, warming her hands with the mug. “The male attention is coming from one of the previously mentioned centurions. That is weird.”
Angie immediately leaned forward, unable to hide her highly entertained smile. “That’s still a thing?” She saw the way Y/N avoided her gaze, suddenly fascinated with her hot chocolate. “Y/N? What are you hiding?”
“Can we stop acting like teenagers?” Y/N stood, immediately leaving the room with her two friends hot on her heels. “I swear, I thought we left high school behind a while ago.”
Ciara and Angie shared a look before turning back to Y/N. “We’re nurses. Gossiping is in our blood.”
“Well, leave me out of it.”
“Y/N, I say this as your friend,” Ciara told her. “You are allowed to feel something. You are allowed to like a guy and pursue something. Especially when it’s someone who adores Andie and you as much as Bucky does.”
Y/N sighed. “I know. I know I do and I know you’re right. Both of you are and that’s why…Bucky and I…” She felt heat rise in her cheeks, knowing very well that she was probably as red as the mug in her hands. “We’re trying.”
If there was a way to describe the look Ciara and Angie had given her, Y/N wished she knew what it was. The two girls looked like they had dislocated their jaws. Their eyes seemed about ready to pop out of their skulls. And it made Y/N laugh harder than she had in a long time.
Angie was the first to recover, smiling when she saw Y/N look so happy. “There’s our girl’s smile. I thought you lost it for a while there.”
Y/N faltered, still smiling but no longer laughing. She set the mug down and Ciara saw the tears in her eyes. “Oh, honey…What is it?”
Y/N wanted to tell them everything instead of the bullshit lies that Everett and Tony told her to use instead. They were trying to keep things on the down low. And while Y/N understood that, she hated lying. She hated that she had to use a week’s worth of PTO so that her body healed enough where the biggest question was: What happened to your head? Shaking her head, she provided a weak, half-hearted lie, “I just haven’t been sleeping well.”
Ciara and Angie shared a look. They knew they could call her out, question her until she decided to tell them the truth. But they weren’t those kinds of friends. They understood that there were somethings Y/N just wasn’t ready to talk about. So, instead of prying, they squeezed Y/N into an obnoxious hug, earning a groan.
“Owwww.”
“Shut up, you love it.”
“Just like we love you.”
However, the sweet moment was caught short when Ciara caught sight of the time on the stove. “Oh shit, who’s getting Andie?”
Y/N’s ears turned a bright pink. “Uh...about that...”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The hustle and bustle of New York’s complex streets filled Bucky’s ears, but it was nothing compared to the excited squeals coming from Andie’s school. The kids had been let out, running to family members and ready to take on the rest of their day. He didn’t remember a time when he was that young. Perhaps it was because so much time had gone by, but he was okay with it.
Especially when he saw the look on Andie’s face when she spotted him.
She ran ahead, waving goodbye to her friends and joining his side. “Bucky! I didn’t know you were picking me up!”
Bucky laughed as she adjusted the cap on her head, her free hand taking his. “Would you rather Birdbrain?”
Andie’s nose scrunched up. “Nah, but where’s mom?”
“She is taking a day for herself. Something I think we can both agree she needs, right?”
Andie couldn’t nod fast enough, earning a smile. Bucky chuckled, flicking the cap and earning a pout from her. His gaze shifted, looking at the other kids for the briefest moment.
And that’s when he saw some familiar faces.
“Andie, aren’t those your brothers?”
Andie looked over her shoulder and nodded. There they were with their mom – Lori. She hadn’t seen her since the aquarium. “Yeah. Lori looks a lot happier than the last time we saw her.”
That piqued Bucky’s interest. He studied her, recalling that day at the aquarium. Even though it was colder now, she wasn’t covering everything like she had that day. Her hair was natural now instead of the almost too-straight style she had worn before. If Andie hadn’t pointed out who it was, he doubted he would have recognized her.
She looked happy for someone whose husband was arrested. Knowing that…it gave him an idea.
“Andie…” He crouched in front of her. “I need to talk to Lori for a second.”
Andie raised an eyebrow until she saw that look in his eyes. She didn’t need to be told that this was about her dad. She just knew. Nodding, she took a seat on the nearby bench as Bucky approached the three.
“Um…Lori? Right? Lori Creed?”
She looked up, surprise clear in her features when she recognized who was talking to him. “Uh…”
“Mom, that’s the Winter Soldier!”
Lori’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she looked down at the older of her sons. “I know, Elijah. Why don’t you two go over there and play for a bit, okay?”
Elijah glanced at Bucky, a part of him clearly wanting to introduce himself. However, he simply took his brother’s hand and tugged him towards their group of friends. Lori watched them, unable to bring herself to look at Bucky as she asked, “This is about Ethan, isn’t it?”
-
“Please, tell Y/N how sorry I am.”
“I will,” Bucky promised. The two had been talking for a bit, sitting on a bench and watching Elijah and Theo. Andie was working on her homework and listening to music, a level of patience that Bucky really appreciated in this moment. “Can I just ask why you helped him?”
Lori looked down at her folded arms. “Honestly? When you know you have no control over your life, you cling to the idea that maybe you have a say. It’s just survival.” Bucky was silent. Though he’d never been married, never been abused like Y/N or Lori, he could find a way to understand that. “I hadn’t even realized how much he influenced everything until he was gone. The clothes I wore, my hair, what I ate and how much…” She shook her head. “He used to tell me how angry Y/N would make him, and I was just relieved that I was never her. He made her sound so horrible. I didn’t realize it was really him until it was too late. By then, we had the boys and the type of abuse wasn’t the same. It was…I felt like I didn’t have a right to think I was being controlled or abused. I didn’t want to believe I was a victim.”
“Until he was gone?”
She nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek and quickly getting wiped away. “So please, let her know I am so sorry.”
Nothing was said for a moment.
“I hate to ask this, but…could you do Y/N and Andie a favor?”
Lori looked at him. “I guess it would depend on what it was.”
Bucky glanced at Andie. A friend had joined her and the two were talking. She looked so happy to the rest of the world, but he saw the signs. She’d lost weight during the last week and her eyes had lost that shine. She smiled, but very rarely did it ever reach her eyes anymore. He had to try so hard to make her laugh more than a little giggle. And her sleep…Y/N had told him about how Andie spent almost every night in her bed now. He wanted to do anything he could to ease that burden and help her in some way. “Ethan is currently locked up, but you know the connections he has.”
Lori was silent. She knew all too well.
“A member of the CIA wants them to testify against Ethan and the others who…” He swallowed, clenching his jaw. He didn’t want to remember that night’s events. “Y/N refuses to have Andie testify.”
“Of course. She’s already been through so much.”
“Exactly. But they feel Y/N won’t be enough because of her personal history with Ethan.”
Lori looked at him, understanding what he was getting at. “You want me to tell them what I knew?”
“Then we can get all three of them sent to a facility where they’ll be locked away forever. You’ll never have to worry about Ethan coming back. It’ll be you and your kids. You’ll be safe.”
Lori turned back to her sons. They were laughing. There was so much hope there. Ethan had yet to do much damage to either of them. And she wanted to keep it that way. “But won’t they arrest me? For helping?”
“I’ll make sure they won’t. They’ll understand you were a victim just like Y/N.”
Lori drew her lip between her teeth, as if nervous to give an answer. He could understand being nervous. She was finally feeling freedom and he was asking her to face Ethan again.
“I wouldn’t be asking this if it wasn’t one of our best options.”
Lori nodded, squeezing her hands tightly. “Let me think about it?”
Bucky’s heart sunk. But he refused to give up, clinging to a bit of hope. “Okay. Let me give you my number in case you want to help.”
-.-.-.-.-.-
“So what were you two talking about?” Andie asked, trying to talk around the massive bite of pizza she had taken.
“I wanted to check in and see how she was doing after everything.” Bucky knew better than to voice everything to her. No matter how much older she acted, Andie was still a child. Changing the subject, he asked, “How was school?”
Andie shrugged. “Boring, but Mom thinks it’s good for me to get back to a routine.”
“Is that what she told you?”
“She didn’t have to.”
Bucky chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how smart you are, Rainbow.”
She didn’t bother to hide her smirk. It was cocky and, in that moment, she looked almost as arrogant as Tony. “I know.”
“Okay, no more hanging out with Tony unsupervised.”
Andie rolled her eyes, but chose not to argue. Instead, they went back to Y/N’s new apartment. It was in the same building as Bucky, but a couple floors below. Tony had pulled a few strings and was paying the difference, refusing to let Y/N argue because he felt it was the least that they could do. Truthfully, Bucky liked having them closer. He knew they were safe here. It was a better neighborhood, the layout was safer, and the overall space was bigger, allowing them to have some privacy.
The lock slipped open and Andie ran inside, making a beeline for the kitchen. The almost open concept of this apartment wasn’t like the other. The kitchen was massive, separated by the living room only by a bar. Y/N’s old couch was replaced by a larger one deemed big enough to fit the Avengers that seemed to constantly be checking up on them. “Didn’t I buy you pizza a few minutes ago?”
“Maybe,” she told him, reaching for the cabinet to pull out some M&Ms. He shook his head as she filled a small bowl, knowing this was a normal routine for her. She went to the living room and pulled out the rest of her homework, getting to work. “Are you staying for dinner tonight?”
He paused, his mind immediately jumping back to that morning when Andie had snuck into Y/N’s room and caught the two innocently cuddling. While they were able to downplay it and assure Andie that nothing had happened, it seemed she was just waiting for them to tell her when they were “officially” dating. “That is a question for your mom, Rainbow.”
Andie nodded before looking over her shoulder. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
Bucky smirked, pulling out stuff to make food as a surprise for Y/N when she got back. “Are you really asking me that?”
“Really really.”
Bucky snorted, remembering when they had watched Shrek the other day. “I’ll let you figure that out.” He turned to preheat the oven, surprised when he was met with silence. Normally Andie always had some little quip to say in retaliation. Turning around, panic stirred in his chest when he didn’t see her in the living room. “Andie? Where are you?” He left the kitchen, food forgotten, as he looked around the living room. She was no where visible around the couch, loveseat, or coffee table. His stomach twisted. “Fuck, Andie, come on! Where are you?”
His mind started racing, imagining the worst. “Andie!” He checked the halls, their rooms, and still found nothing. The only place left was the balcony. “Andie?” He stepped out, looking around at the hanging chair, plants, and hoping that maybe she would just magically appear.
Click.
Bucky froze, closing his eyes. Did he just… Turning on his heel, he saw nothing at first. But then that familiar rainbow hue glowed from her skin and she reappeared. Andie was smirking, arms crossed and head tilted up as he walked right up to the door. There was absolutely no fear in her eyes. Only a glimmer of far too much amusement at her trick being successful.
He tried the door, finding it locked. Of course it was. “Andie, open the door.”
She cupped her ear, silently asking: What was that?
Bucky bit the corner of his mouth, trying to hide his smile. It had been a while since he’d seen her so at ease. Pointing at the handle, he waited.
But she made no move.
“I’m not breaking the door.”
“Then tell me why you call me ‘Rainbow’.”
Bucky pursued his lips, crossing his arms. He was at a standoff with a kid.
Because this was normal now.
“Andie, come on.”
She shook her head, mouthing an obnoxious, “Noooooope.”
Bucky sighed, running a hand over his face. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the front door that he breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately recognized Y/N’s form, but was surprised when he saw two others. It took him a moment to remember Ciara, but the other was still a stranger. “Um…help?” he called, earning the attention of all three women.
There was silence as they seemed to piece together what had happened. “Did she really?” Ciara looked at Y/N who was already shaking her head, hiding her smile with her hand.
“I absolutely did!”
Angie laughed, unable to wrap her head around the fact that a kid was able to trick the Winter Soldier. “Oh, that is amazing.”
Y/N hurried to the door, unlocking it and letting him in. Bucky smiled at her, barely suppressing the urge to kiss her. “Give me one second,” he told her before settling his gaze on Andie.
The shrillest squeal slipped from Andie’s lips as she took off running. Y/N yelped, ducking out of the way as her daughter leapt over the back of the couch with Bucky right on her heels. “Please, don’t break anything,” Y/N shouted as they ran into the hall. She heard the obnoxiously loud sound of Bucky’s shoulder colliding with a wall. It earned a wince from all three women, but that reaction was short lived.
Angie gave Y/N a look, grinning like the cat that ate the canary as she crossed her arms. “So this is the new normal, huh?”
“Shut up.” She pointed to Ciara before she even got a chance to say anything. “You too. Not a word.”
BAM!
Y/N flinched, immediately pressing a hand to her stomach. She held up the other, silencing the two women before they even had a chance to speak. Instead, they parroted, “Not a word.”
-
Bucky closed the door to Andie’s bedroom, coming to join Y/N back on the couch after having carried the girl to bed. He smiled as she immediately curled into his side, her head finding comfort right over his heart. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything, shocked that she found herself so at ease with his arm. “I was thinking,” she whispered, fingers lightly tracing along his chest. “We should set Sam and Ciara up on a date.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, always entertained by this side of Y/N. She was much more vocal in opinions she normally kept to herself. Like setting up another nurse with an Avenger. “What happened to the different lifestyles thing?”
“It’s different,” she mumbled, giggling softly. “She works in the ER. Her skills work for you guys.”
Chuckling more to himself, Bucky said, “Alright. I’m sure I can get Sam onboard.”
Silence fell and Bucky started mindlessly watching the tv, as he listened to her breathing. It was nice to know that he brought her enough comfort to relax. Maybe even keep the nightmares at bay. His metal arm lightly traced along her back and arm as his cheek found comfort on top of her head. It wasn’t until he heard her breathing start to even out, that he thought she needed to go to bed. He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “You’re going to fall asleep here, Doll.”
She mumbled something incoherent, cuddling more into his side as she wrapped her arm around his waist. “Y/N,” he whispered, nose brushing against her hairline. “Sweetheart.”
“You’re too cozy. I blame you for this,” she murmured, earning a deep laugh.
“I think you’re the first person to tell me that.”
Half asleep and without a filter to stop herself, she said, “Hopefully the last.”
Bucky froze when he heard that, hiding his smile in her hair. He wouldn’t comment or question that, finding it too sweet to take away from the moment. No, for now he would keep that to himself. “Y/N, what about Andie?”
“Andie’s too smart,” she murmured, most of her voice muffled by his shirt.
“Doll…” If it were any other situation, he would simply fall asleep and not think about what happens in the morning. But he knew holding Y/N to her sleepy comments was not a good idea. So instead, he picked her up and carried her to her room.
The balancing act that required opening the door and tucking her in had become far too normal for him during his time with her. In fact, it had become part of their normal routine. As he pulled the covers up to her chin, he watched her immediately cuddle into the thick covers like a small child. He smiled, crouched in front of her and wordlessly brushing her hair out of her face. “You are going to be the death of me, Doll. There’s no stopping it.”
-.-.-.-.-.- A/N Pt. 2: More fluff this chapter than there has been in a while. Sorry that this chapter is on the shorter side, but we got a lot of fluff and story progress coming up.
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crewhonk · 6 years ago
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Cop!Bucky X Reader
In which your best friend, Maria Rambeau goes into labour on your couch and the freeway has other plans to get you to the hospital
Warnings: Swearing, Traffic, labouring mother, fluff, cop!beefy!bucky, im suffering from intense baby fever this is pretty self indulgent, GREYS ANATOMY SPOILERS
Words: 3.5K
@nomadsgrogers i tagged you now you have to name yours and seb’s first daughter after me
Your knuckles were white with the grip you had on the steering wheels of your Jeep, the engine purring louder as you pressed your sneakered foot harder on the gas and passed several cars very illegally. You could feel the sweat beading at your temples and you heart pounding in your ears, blood rushing to them in a roar not loud enough to block out the screaming from your passenger side seat. 
Maria Rambeau had come over to your house earlier that day— something not uncommon from one of your best friends, and you greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and a whispered hello to her swollen stomach. You, Maria and Carol, had served in the Airforce in your late teens and early twenties both you and Maria had left to pursue goals which were just a little closer to Earth. She had curled up on your couch, barely hiding her discomfort as you handed her an iced tea— made just the way she liked. She had just been about to lift the glass to her lips when there was a sound of rushing water and she doubled over, pain electrocuting her body so deep it felt like the marrow in her bones was frying. 
You had immediately busted into action, quelling your tears of fear as you sprinted to your room for a change of clothes that may fit the very pregnant and soaked woman on your couch while yelling at her to time the spaces between her contractions. 
So, you were in the jeep now, racing down the freeway and drumming your fingers over the steering wheel, shushing Maria as she tried once again to apologize for ruining your couch. 
“Maria if you apologize once more I’m going to steal the birth certificate and change the name to dark roast coffee. Stop, I can get a new couch.” You bit, clenching your jaw as you swept back into the lane you were supposed to be. You thought you saw a flash of a middle finger but you genuinely couldn’t care less as the screaming woman in your car took precedence over all else. 
“Did you call Carol, yet?” You asked, trying to attempt to take your friends mind off the pain rocketing through her body. 
“Yeah, when you were in the bedroom. I think she screamed and swore and I’m pretty sure she said she was on her way to Brooklyn General. You know how she gets when she’s excited.” Maria smiled tiredly as the pressure lifted from her stomach. She sat back and patted the swell of her belly and looked down at it fondly. “You better calm down in there, soldier. Mama needs to get to the hospital before you meet her.”
“Yeah, and I already gotta get my couch replaced, I can’t afford to get the bloodstains out of the car.” You joked, winking over to Maria. 
“I’m sorry!” She cried, laughing before gasping as the felt another contraction build in her stomach. Instead of replying you just laughed and pressed your foot harder to the gas. 
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It was another five minutes of speeding down the highway when you merged onto the freeway and found yourself at your first problem. 
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god this is not normal!” Maria pressed her forehead against the dash and you looked over worriedly before placing your hand on her back and rubbing it in soothing circular motions. 
“I’m pretty sure it is.” You hummed, noticing the there were a lot of red tail lights ahead and slowed down the jeep, flinching when you heard a low moan erupt from somewhere in Maria’s throat. 
“Shut up yes it is.” She growled, biting her forearm to stifle her keens of pain. There was a moment of silence before the contraction passed and she looked over at you, eyes tired and regretful “Sorry for saying that.”
“Stop apologizing. You’re literally in labour. You could say anything and I wouldn’t be offended.” You hummed, brows furrowing as you tried to see if you could fit in the space between the cars and the blockade to see if you could bypass the traffic. 
Nope. 
“No, no, no. What is this traffic, are you kidding me?” Maria cried when she looked up. You pressed your lips together and pulled over as far to the side as possible. You clicked the seatbelt and looked at Maria very seriously. 
“Do. Not. Leave. This car.” You said, pointing your finger in her face. Maria looked like she would like nothing more than to bite it clean off. Instead of giving your best friend the satisfaction, you opened the door and stepped out of the car. 
“Y/N. Bitch! Where the fuck are you— OWWWW!” She keened and you hesitated to leave her alone. Instead of doing so, you kicked on a car door beside you and alerted the car of young adults to your presence. The driver smiled politely and turned down the music before rolling down the window and smiling. 
“What’s up, Miss?” He was cute. Young, innocent, perfect for guarding a labouring soon-to-be mother. 
“Y/N. Call me Y/N, please.” You dug in your bag and pulled out your wallet, giving them each as much cash as you could before asking them; “Would you mind watching my very best, labouring friend while I go and see if I can get us a ride to the hospital, please?” You begged. His eyes widened and he looked at his round friend and beautiful, but very nerdy friend before stuttering out an affirmation. 
“Great, her name is Maria. I’ll be back in five minutes.” You rushed before beginning the short jog up to the front of the jam. There were a few police cars guarding the wreckage and you winced at the sight of crushed metal before running to the nearest cop car and leaning forward to rest your hand on your need and catching your breath. 
“Ma’am, are you okay?” A grumbly voice sounded above you and you shot up, hands on your back and a tired smile on your face. All was very well until your eyes landed on his beautiful, gorgeous, almost offensive face. His hair was hidden with a combination of black police hat and bun, a light sprinkling of scruff on his strong jaw and crooked nose between two very intense eyes. There was a gap in his eyebrow due to a scar and his rough appearance had your knees weak. 
“I— um. Yeah. I’m fine. How— how are you?” You tried to smirk and lean against the cruiser, remembering why you were there before straightening up. 
“I’m fine?” He replied, a smirk on his face and eyes thoroughly amused. Sure, he had been flirted with on the job before, but not in this situation and most certainly not by someone who took his very breath away. “What can I help you with?”
Right. 
“I— I have a friend back there and she is trying to stop herself from pushing a watermelon-sized human out of a space which is not watermelon sized.” You blushed as if you were in fifth grade and just hearing about the works of childbirth for the first time again. God, why did the first cop that helped her need to be a walking Adonis? A very, very amused Adonis. No way it was legal to wear a uniform that seemed to be ripping at the seams trying to keep muscles on muscles at bay. 
“Jesus.” He swore, looking around and seeing that all of his coworkers were busy. “I— okay, where is she?” 
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You and officer James “Bucky” Barnes, as you learned his name was, jogged back t your parked car, all three teenagers had since piled into the jeep and were trying their very best to quell the pain Maria felt shaking her to her very soul. The tiny kid looked as if he was going to explode if Maria squeezed his hand any tighter. At the sight of you, each teenager relaxed into their seats and smiled at you when you pulled open the passenger side door. 
“Hey, soldier.” You smiled, wiping Maria’s curly bangs from her forehead. She looked up slowly, as if in a daze and offered you a weak smile. 
“Did you know these kids are going to graduate top of their class at Midtown?” She hummed, looking back fondly at them. The pain was making her delirious and you blinked stupidly as you heard Maria’s giggles turn into a low moan of pain. 
“Hey, Maria, shhh. You’re okay, you’re safe.” You pulled her head to rest in the crook of her neck and looked back at Officer Barnes who looked a little too pale to be normal. She clutched your sides, pulling your shirt up to dig her nails into the soft skin of your waist, crying low not the safe crook of your neck. He knew right now really wasn’t the best time, but he’d be damned if the sight of your waist covered in long, dark claw marks make some of the blood drain from his brain to his stomach.  
Once the contraction passed, you pulled her chin so she would look at you and you spoke very slowly. The gentleness and care you showed for the people in your life made Bucky’s heart swell and he had to very much remind himself that he was, in fact, at work.
“This if Officer Barnes. He’s going to take us to the hospital, okay?” You hummed, staking her hair and smiling softly when she leaned into your touch. Seeing this side of Maira was rare, but you were living for every minute of it. 
“M’kay.” You took her hand and helped her down from the car, the teens taking the hint and exiting the car, all but the small boy climbing into the old beater. Maria’s knees buckled once she tried to put weight on them, and Bucky acted swiftly, catching her and stopping her into his arms as if she weren’t a heavily pregnant woman, and, at the very most, just a toddler throwing a tantrum. 
Fuck.
The boy walked to stand next to you as Officer Barnes began walking away, in the same state shock as you were right now. 
“He’s like, a real-life Hollywood superhero, huh?” He muttered, patting you on the shoulder. You nodded before turning to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. 
“Thank you for everything you’ve done today. You’re a good kid— whoever raised you did a bang-up job.” You smiled, and he flushed bright red, sheepishly looking down at his feet briefly before pulling his phone from his back pocket. 
“I— would it be okay if I gave you my number? I just— I wanna know what happens.” You blinked before a wide smile spread across your face, handing him your own phone and waiting for him to give it back. When he did you looked at the name and smiled. 
“I’m sure she’d love to see the brave young man that held her hand in the freeway, Peter. I’ll be in touch, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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You had all piled into the cop car quickly, Officer Barnes going to inform his Captain that he was going to take two women to the hospital before helping you both into the hard plastic seats of the back. You buckled Maria in as she went through another contraction and nodded at Officer Barnes that he was good to go. 
“You buckle up, too, Doll. Need you safe.” His gaze through the rearview mirror was intense and he didn’t miss the way you flushed pink at the nickname. He bookmarked that one to use again— there was no way he wouldn’t be seeing you after this day. 
The car pulled out, sirens and lights blaring as Bucky pulled out of the middle of the freeway, engine roaring as he sped his way to the hospital bay doors. Maria's contraction subsided and she slimed over to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers together. 
“You’re a real life genius, you know that? In another life, I’m pretty sure you were a superhero.” You rolled your eyes at her compliment and physical affection, smiling widely and letting your eyes flicker to the rearview mirror, meeting those same blue, intense eyes once more. He seemed to smile at MAria’s comment, agreeing with her. 
“I cannot wait to tell the little baby that this is how she got her way to the hospital.” You laughed, placing your hand on her belly and rubbing. Maria hummed. 
“She’ll be sick of it by the time we tell it at her graduation.” Maria laughed, and you heard Bucky let out an amused huff of air through his nose. 
“And her wedding.”
“And her wedding.” She replied, eyes welling up with tears. “This is really happening, isn’t it?”
“You’re gonna be a mama.” You whispered, a new kind of excitement in your eyes. 
“And you’re gonna be a godmother.” She replied, the same excitement lacing her tone. Bucky’s heart damn well swelled in the front seat at the interaction. There was a pause before Maria jut her chin in the officer's direction. 
“I’m pretty close to revoking Sam’s title as Godfather and giving it to this guy. He’s the real hero of the day.” She smirked, winking at you and wiggling her eyebrows. 
“I don’t think he or Riley would be too happy about that— you know how much they want a little one in their house.” You laughed, nudging her shoulder but keeping her close. 
“Oh, I’m sure they can wait for the next one. I’m pretty sure I’m in a little bit love with this guy.” Maria smiled at the bashful laugh she pulled from the officer. The warm smile and flustered pink on his cheeks making his hard exterior nothing more than a soft teddy bear. Or a street mutt that everyone adores. 
“Me too.” You agreed quietly, winking at the man and blushing when he wiggled his eyebrows. Before you could get caught in your own feelings once more, Maria began rocking back and forth, breathing heavily and clutching your shoulder tightly as another contraction ripped her in half. 
Bucky pressed his foot harder on the gas. 
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The cop car careened into the ER bay, and a very familiar face runs out, worry deep get in his brow at the sight of two of his closest friends in the back of a cop car. Tony Stark meets the car as it stops, opening the door to see Maria Rambeau keening in pain and you with tired, worried eyes. He nods towards the familiar officer and pulls Maria from the car and into a wheelchair. Bruce runs outside at the sight of two familiar faces and immediately starts asking questions. 
“What the hell happened?” He half-shouts, meeting you and looking back at Maria who is now surrounded but the best team of doctors. Helen Cho breaks through the crowd with a smile and a wink and immediately sweeps her up further into the hospital. 
“She came over and went into labour all over my couch and then we got stuck in traffic and I managed to find this Officer to help us.” You rushed, eyes darting anxiously to see if you could see Maria or Carol or anyone at all. Bruce looks back at Officer Barnes and smiles, jutting out a hand for Barnes to shake. 
“Thank you, Officer. Maria is one of our people, and you helping her and Y/N means more than you know.” Bucky blushed and smiled, stepping away and watching as Bruce turned to walk back into his ER. 
“Thank you, for everything, Officer.” You say, voice quiet. The toll of the day has already made your shoulders slouch and your blinks slow, but you know you have so many more hours to go before baby is here. There was no way that you would be missing your Godbaby’s birth. 
“Bucky. Please, it’s Bucky.” He smiled, leaning casually on his car and crossing his arms. You lick your lips at the sight of the bulging muscles, and he subtly flexes at your reaction to him. 
“You tell all the girls to call you Bucky or somethin’?” You joke, swaying up on your tip toes and back down. 
‘Only the pretty ones who care too much about their pregnant friends screaming in my backseat.” He said, his voice low and rumbly and making your core tighten. You flush and your eyes dart around the ambulance bay nervously before settling back on him. 
“I uh— I should go. Make sure her wife is okay, and everything.” You say, voice sad and regretful and you relish in the way his shoulders drop in disappointment. 
“Yeah, you should. I’ll see you around, though okay?” He asks, watching you start to back away to the sliding doors. You smirk. 
“I’ll drive a little bit faster these days then. Maybe you can give me a ticket or somethin’.” You smile and he threw his head back to let out a roaring laugh that echoes against the buildings around you. God, what you would give to drown in that sound. 
“I’ll be lookin’ forward to it, Doll.” His voice is low and you can feel your face heat up under his intense stare and nickname. 
“Me too, Officer.”
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It’s almost six hours later when Monica Lawson Danvers-Rambeau is brought into the world, Carol on the left side of Maria and you on the right. Monica is six pounds, 9 ounces of pure squealing baby and she is immediately the centre of the group's lives. The first baby to be born in the friend group warrants a few life-altering feelings one would think.  
It’s almost midnight, and you’re curled up in one of the armchairs pressed into the corner by the window, Monica asleep in your arms. Her eyelids flutter with her very first dream and your heart feels like it's going to explode with love when you let one gentle knuckle brush her cheek as light as a feather. You could have stared at her forever, and would have too if it wasn’t for the son knock from the open door only a few feet away. 
Officer Barnes stands there, a grey sweater and dark jeans adorning his body, his hair loose and tucked behind his ears and he has a pair of sunglasses to keep the rest of the strands from falling into his face. There's a large, colourful bouquet of tulips and sunflowers and babies breath in his arms and you nod your head to the table beside the bed holding the sleeping wives. You stand and walk over to him, Monica making a tiny, squeaking noise in your arms before settling back in, nuzzling her face deeper into your chest. Bucky’s heart swells at the sight. 
“How’re you?” He mumbles, eyes never leaving Monica. To think she was inside his car only a few hours ago trying to escape blew his mind. She was so quiet. So peaceful now. 
“I’m the best I’ve been in a long time.” You replied honestly. Life had always given you a rough hand, but this-this made everything worth it. 
“That’s great to hear.” He whispered, leaning against the doorframe. You turn your head to yawn and your eyes look impossibly heavy. 
“This is little Monica. You probably saved her life, you know. You got us here safe and sound. Thank you, Officer Barnes.” You hum, smiling softly, and Bucky can feel his heart rate double in pace. He clenches his jaw nervously before looking at you hopefully. The sight of his puppy dog eyes peeking through his long, dark lashes has your knees weak. 
“What d’you say I wait around for as long as you need and I drive you home. We can stop at some 24-hour diner and get coffee and breakfast— I haven’t eaten in a few hours and I would like to see you some more.”
You sucked in a breath through your nose and let it out of your mouth quickly. God, he really went for the kill, didn’t he? You’d be lying to yourself if you said coffee and a beautiful date didn’t sound like the best thing in the world right now. 
“The nurses are due to check up on us in a few minutes if you want to wait? I don’t wanna just leave them.” You mumble, blushing, nervous gaze softening when you look at the little pink bundle in your arms. 
“She loves you already.” He smiles, gently brushing one long, thick finger over the small tuft of curly hair. She looked so much like her mother. 
You smile up at him— a smile of mischief and confidence. “Well, what’s not to love, huh?”
Buckys eyes flick up to your own and your breath catches at the intensity of his stare. His moist, plump lips are turned into a small smile when he says “I can’t find anything that anyone wouldn’t.”
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trixemattel · 5 years ago
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if your still doing the prompts, 26 and 34 for jankie! i love your writing
hi! i kinda struggled with putting these 2 prompts together but i hope you like this!! thank you for enjoying my writing!
Prompt: “I know it’s embarrassing I still sleep with a Night light” & “Will you carry me to bed?”
Jackie normally didn’t get a night off work, but when she did she didn’t usually spend them like this. She set out on going to her favorite bar to see a performance, maybe talk to some girls, and have a nice night. But unfortunately, the universe had other plans.
As soon as Jackie got there, a girl with straight blonde hair and brown eyes captured her attention. She was sitting alone at a small booth in the corner watching the drag queen performer and cheering loudly.
She spotted Jackie staring at her and immediately waved her over to sit with her. She sat at the booth across from the girl and introduced herself, “I’m jackie!”
“Hi,” the girl spoke extending her hand to shake, “I’m Jan!”
Jackie spent the next few hours listening to the girl ramble about her entire life. She was quite cute and got excited easily. She downed more drinks as she laughed at her own jokes and held onto Jackie’s hand the whole time.
“Alright I’ve had fun with you, miss Jackie Cox,” Jan giggled, “But I have got to get home.” Her sentenced got more slurred with every word. Jan tried to stand up and walk away, but immediately she stumbled into the bar. She held onto the island for dear life, hoping she wouldn’t fall.
Jackie ran over and tried to steady her. “You’re too drunk to make it home alone, let me call you an uber,” Jackie offered. Jan graciously accepted clinging to Jackie’s arm as she walked her outside the club.
Shortly after the uber had arrived, Jan asked Jackie with puppy eyes“ Can you help me get home?” Jackie felt too bad to say no because it was clear this girl might not be able to remember her own address, let alone how to get inside.
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Jackie thanked the uber as they reached what she hoped would be Jans apartment building. She wrapped Jans arm around her own and started towards the building.
They managed to reach the hallway to Jans apartment before Jan dramatically slammed her body to the ground in front of her.
“What the-“ Jackie sputtered trying to get Jan back up.
“I’m tired of walking,” Jan exclaimed. She took off her heels in the middle of the hallway and tossed them aside.
“But we’re so close to your apartment. Can’t you walk just a little bit farther?” Jackie pleaded. But it was no use for the drunk mess.
“Too tired,” she exclaimed, dramatically laying down on the floor and pretending to sleep.
“Good god, get up!” Jackie begged.
“Will you carry me to bed?” Jan whined. Jackie physically couldn’t roll her eyes farther into her head.
“Pretty please!” Jan begged blinking her eyes wildey in Jackie’s direction. Probably trying to be cute, but instead looked like her eyes were in pain. Jackie just chuckled.
“Fine, but only because you’re cute,” Jackie finally accepted.
“Awwww, you’re cute too,” Jan slurred throwing her arms in the air for Jan to carry her.
Holding a wrist in each hand, Jackie bent her knees and pulled Jans arms until the her armpits were over her shoulders. She drew Jans arms down and in close to her body to keep her in place. She walked slowly as she dragged Jans sleepy body through the hallway.
“Keys?” Jackie asked as she got to the door. Jan gestured to her side pocket and Jackie with one hand reached in to grab the keys. She fumbled with the door until it opened as she pulled the girl inside.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Jackie questioned.
“Down there,” Jan motioned to the left.
Jackie used every last bit of strength to push Jan onto her bed. With a thud Jan came tumbling down to the bed.
“Owwww,” she groaned.
“You’re the one that wanted me to carry you! Sorry i’m not the strongest,” Jackie admitted rubbing her shoulders which ached from where Jan was.
“Alright I’m gonna head home now, okay?” Jackie sighed.
“Nooo” Jan whined. “Stay,” she pleaded, “take care of me.” What had Jackie been doing all night than?
But, Jackie’s only options were go home to an empty apartment or stay here with this babbling idiot. Honestly the choice was easy.
“Fine, I’ll stay. But tomorrow you owe me!” Jackie accepted. She switched off the lights to her bedroom and a small glow appeared in the corner of the room. She turned to see a small nightlight covered in purple stars.
“I know, it’s embarrassing, I still sleep with a Night light,” Jan giggled pulling the covers up close to her face. “I’m afraid of the dark.”
“Of course you are,” Jackie laughed.
She walked over to the edge of Jans bed grabbed a blanket and pillow and placed them on the floor. She tried to get comfortable in her make shift floor bed and shut her eyes for some well needed sleep.
Jan rolled over to face Jackie on the floor. “Thank you for being so kind to me tonight.”
“Of course!” Jackie uttered. “Most fun i’ve had in a while,” she admitted.
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