#He didn't have any ID on him but he was carrying around a piece of paper that said 'I'll go first'

[writingouthere]

neighbor!sukuna x singlemom!reader. Sukuna picks up your daughter from school, he makes quite the impression and we learn more about his background.

cw: None really here except I guess this is low key becoming a slow burn, idk.

You were stuck at work and didn't have anyone else who could go get your daughter so you had asked Sukuna. The tattoo shop was usually slow in the evening this far into winter anyway, and he couldn't imagine saying no to you even if he'd been fully booked.

It felt strange to be going outside when it was still light out but Sukuna took in the sights as other people walked around, other parents clearly in the process of picking up their children from school.

Not that Bug was his kid, at least not as far you knew. Yet.

Sukuna didn't do things halfway, just wasn't in his nature. He knew he was moving fast, he had put up with his little brother Yuji's nervous protests at dinner the week before when he had explained his new living situation, but he wasn't going to slow things down when they were going so well.

For a long time, it had just been him and Yuji. There had been other relatives, like Yuji's grandfather and his freak of a mother, but the two had mostly bounced around foster homes and made due until Sukuna was old enough to take care of them both. Yuji was graduating college in the spring and Sukuna had been alone since he left for the dorms and now he had an apartment with some friends from school. Sukuna was proud of his brother, he was one of the only people he really gave a fuck about. Their lives had been hard and that had made Sukuna even harder. Yuji had never been like that, he had come through even kinder than the average person and Sukuna could admire the strength that showed in it's own way.

The point was, Sukuna had paid his dues. He had done right by his brother even when the world had done them so wrong and now he was ready for his reward. You and the little girl he was about to go get.

The daycare was inside of a little beige building, decorated with those tacky outlines of children playing and some fucking mural with birds that always seemed to cover the walls of places like this. Parents, mostly moms, walked out with their children in tow, asking about their days and zipping up coats. Sukuna noticed the double takes as they took him in, the way the adults seemed to pull their little ones closer. That was fine by him, he didn't want any of these fucking rugrats near him except his own.

"Ryomen Sukuna, mom should have added me to the pick-up list," he told your daughter's teacher, showing her his ID. She didn't react to his tattoos or general aura with anything but a smile and he supposed that childcare workers must be aware more than most that they really do let anyone be a parent.

"Of course, I'll go get her while you sign here," she said handing over a clipboard with the names of all the kids in the center along with blue pen with a fuzzy pompom attached to it. While he was signing his name he heard a familiar squeal and looked to see your daughter running towards him as fast as her little legs could carry her.

"Sukuna!"

She tripped on some particularly tricky air and Sukuna moved forward to pick her up before she could face plant on the hard tile.

"Careful there bug, told mom I'd bring you home in one piece."

She ignored him and started babbling nonsense about her day that Sukuna could only really catch half of, but he nodded and hmmed as he finished signing her out and with a quick nod to the amused staff member, he headed out.

He shifted her on his hip so he could finish zipping up her coat. What was it with kids and their refusal to just zip up their damn coats? He remembered Yuji had been the same.

Bug continued to regale him with tales of her day until she eventually squirmed on his hip, the universal signal for "put me down until I get tired and whine for you to pick me up again" and Sukuna put her down on the sidewalk but took her backpack which he slung across his shoulder and then grabbed her hand with his. He could see people take second looks at the two of them and he supposed they cut quite the picture. The tall scary guy with tattoos carrying a pink princess backpack and the little girl pulling him down the sidewalk.

"We in a rush or something?"

Your daughter laughed and said something about being hungry for dinner with mommy which he could get behind. You both had only been living with him for a week but you already had a bit of a routine. He made breakfast in the morning while you got the kid ready but you always made dinner that was ready when he got home. It was nice, domestic. It felt like what he imagined life was like for people who had normal families when he had been a young kid. Holding a crying, hungry baby Yuji on his lap while they ate whatever he could scrounge up in whatever shithole they were in that week.

He remembered when Yuji had been the same age as your daughter and the idea of her ever living in the places they had, or going through the things they had made him pull her a little closer.

He wasn't going to lie to himself and say he was a good man or that he wanted you, the both of you, for some pure love nonsense but he knew he wanted you all the same. He had done terrible things and he would do them all over again if it led to this moment where he watched as your daughter cooed over the neighbor's dog. Said neighbor looking at him in confusion and fear as he told your daughter they needed to leave the fleabag alone and go home.

Later, when Sukuna was working on dinner and your daughter was sitting on the counter, "helping", he heard the sound of a key in the lock.

"I'm home," you called out and Sukuna called out that they were in the kitchen.

"Hey, thank you so much for getting her. I just wasn't going to make it in time," you said, picking up your daughter.

"No worries, we weren't busy at the shop today anyway." You hummed and smiled at him.

"Still."

"You can go ahead and change," he told you and you looked ready to protest when he went to grab your daughter from you but then Bug went willingly and he saw how you melted at the two of them. Good.

"Okay, but when I get back I'm taking over dinner."

Sukuna agreed and he watched as you walked away, admiring the way your clothes hugged your frame. He was glad the only witness to his hunger was a toddler who was more interested in poking his cheek than observing social cues.

The rest of the evening passed peacefully and Sukuna felt what he could only describe as content. When your daughter started to nod off on your shoulder, you got up from the couch to take her to bed, telling Sukuna he should stay and that you got it. With your daughter on one hip, you used your free hand to press against his shoulder and lean down to where he was still on the couch. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips pressing gently against his cheek and then with a quick goodnight, the two of you were in your room, the door closing with a quick 'click'.

The gesture had been so innocent and Sukuna would have mocked anyone he knew who got so flustered over a gesture as meaningless as a kiss on the cheek.

But how could any gesture be meaningless when it came from you?

#jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x singlemomreader

[dilf-whore]

Can I get something with a protective Steve and reader as his baby mama

protective!steve

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: fluff

summary: steve keeps a close eye on you and your little nugget

A/N: thank you for requesting! i really love the ides of steve having kids😩 i’m also planning to write dad!eddie and dad!billy someday lol. let me know your thoughts on this short fic! ❤️‍🔥

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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You walk inside Family Video and go straight to the counter where Steve is typing on the computer, completely unaware of your presence. Robin sees you from one of the aisles she’s at and approaches you, a smile of excitement on her face. “Hi Y/N! and hello there little baby” she greets, cooing at your bump as she places her hands softly on the sides of your growing belly. Steve immediately stops when he hears your name, he looks away from the screen and sees you smiling with Robin. 

“Woah woah woah, what are you doing here? did you go here alone?” He asks warily. He rushes towards you and wraps an arm around your waist, “You forgot your lunch so I decided to bring it” you reply, lifting up his food. He takes it off your hand, the smell of his favorite chicken entering his nose as he gets a hold of the bag’s handle she’s such a great cook he thought.

 “You could’ve called me Y/N. You shouldn't be carrying this heavy bag and going to places alone. What if something happens to you and the baby?” 

You chuckle and rub his tensed shoulder, “first of all, it’s not heavy and second, I arrived in one piece didn't I?” you smirk. He shooks his head in disbelief, “but still, you don’t do anything nor go anywhere alone okay?”. You nod your head and rest your head on his shoulder, his arm never leaving your waist.

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The two took a quick lunch break, Steve gave Robin some of his food and she asked you to make some for her next time. “It tastes like heaven” she said. After they clean up and pack away their food, Robin assists a customer at the counter. Steve gives her a pat, “back me up for a while, I’ll just take Y/N home” he say. Robin gives him a thumbs up and waves you goodbye. Steve intertwines his fingers to yours and go out but as you both head to the door, a customer entering bumps into your shoulder - causing you to stumble back a little. Steve immediately grabs you and places a protective hand over your bump. 

“Watch where your fucking going asshole! You almost made a pregnant lady fall” he scolds. The boy who’s probably a few years younger than you, scoffs and continue to walk away. Steve rolls his eyes, “you little shit” he tries to go after the boy but you stop him and motion him to get the door for you.

He enters the car and sighs, “what a fucking douchebag” he complains. You pull him to you by the sleeve of his uniform and place a soft peck on his cheek, “thanks for taking great care of me and the baby” you smile. Steve finally loosens up and smiles back, “You’re literally carrying a living thing inside of you and I can’t imagine how hard it is. The least I could do is protect you both from any harm, which is literally everywhere for Christ’s sake”. You giggle at his statement and he starts driving.

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The boy places the movie on the counter and waits for Robin to notice him. He taps his fingers loudly against the VHS tape, “are you blind or what?” he says, already impatient. Robin takes the tape and puts it in a compartment under the counter, she puts her hands together as she leans in front of the boy. 

“I’m not blind, I actually thought you were the blind one - seeing you crash into people and all. Sorry but Family Video well specifically me, don’t serve little bitches like you who don't even apologize to people they bump into because it’ll hurt their fragile ego”

She motions at the door and waves him goodbye with a sarcastic smile.

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things scenarios #stranger things oneshot #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington scenarios #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington headcannons #steve harrington oneshot #joe keery #joe keery x reader

[kjs-s]

HEIST RESCUE

Pairing: Frank Castle x reader It can be read as romantic or platonic

Summary: Frank helps the reader during and after a robbery

 Word Count: 1252

Warnings: mention of bank robbery, injuries, and threats, nothing graphic

Prompt: “You weren’t supposed to survive this heist.”

A/N This is my second entry for @caplanbuckybarnes's  foreverwriting challenge.

You opened your eyes and had no idea where you were. Looking around you realized that you apparently were lying on a couch in a house you have never been in. Feeling a little dizzy you tried to piece together what you could remember about your day fearing the worst about your current state. However, the throbbing headache you were experiencing on the back of your head wasn't helping you concentrate at all. So, instead you wobbly started to get up so you can leave before the person that brought you here came back.

As luck would have it your host opened the door at that moment carrying two grocery bags.

''You're awake, that's good. Don't get up just yet you might not be strong enough. How is your head? Does it still hurt?'' He put the bags down and fixed the ice pack that had been dropped to the floor when you woke up and moved your head. You didn't answer him because you recognized him. The man whose house you were in was none other than Frank Castle. You knew about him and were trying to figure out why he was seemingly taking care of you.

''Are you alright (Y/N)? I saw your name from your ID in your bag. You can check later that everything is there. But for now, just take it easy. I will make you something to eat and we can talk in the meanwhile.''

Still confused you decide to ask what was happening and what you were doing in his house. You had a ton of questions you could ask him but you were still a little apprehensive to just start questioning him.

''What is the last thing you remember about today?'' He brought a chair and placed it next to the couch to check on you a little bit.

''I woke up and had breakfast as usual. Then I went to work. '' You paused trying to figure out if anything out of the ordinary happened and then it hit you.

''I was talking to Joshua, the manager, in his office when I heard people yelling in the front. From then on nothing. What happened?'' You feared for the worst.

''I don't want to overwhelm you with too much right now but there was a heist. Everyone you work with is fine but the police are still looking for the people responsible. I managed to stop them. However, two of the people got away when I was trying to save you. I won't get into details right now. You were unconscious for eight hours so lay down while I’ll be making dinner. We will talk about everything in the morning.''

Dinner was good and you were grateful that Frank gave you his clothes to sleep in since yours would be uncomfortable.

True to his words he joined you for breakfast the next morning and filled you in on everything that transpired the day before.

''First of all, how are you feeling?''

''Better, thank you so much for everything. I don't think my head needs any more ice yet I can still feel the bump. Did I hit it somewhere during the heist?''

''Not exactly. Listen (Y/N), there is no easy way to say this but one of the reasons I was there to save you yesterday is that you weren't supposed to survive the heist.'' He gave you some time to process the information and continued narrating everything.

''I had been out gathering information on a gang the night before. While I was at a bar trying to listen to their plans I overheard them talking about the heist. They were so confident that nobody could hear them that they gave me all I needed to stop them. Including the part about your manager wanting you dead. I don't know why but he did. And I'm afraid he might track you down to try again.'' He felt like you would not believe him or accuse him of lying to you. Surprisingly you were calm about what he had just told you.

''I know exactly what this is about. Joshua, my manager, has been forging some of his paperwork and sending money to some of his and his wife's accounts. We wouldn't have found out anything if she hasn't complained about an issue with her transfer a month ago. The director of the bank asked me to look into this and that's when I found out what has been going on. I gathered some information and I actually have an appointment with someone at the Federal Trade Commission to hand them the evidence I found. I can't believe he would try to kill me.'' You tried to look calm even though you were terrified.

''He hit the back of your head with a heavy paperweight. He would use the heist to cover his actions. But you have nothing to worry about. As long as you are here I will protect you from him. Now, let's decide what you want for dinner.''

You had dinner and afterward, you went back to sleeping on the couch exhausted from the day you had.

When you woke up the next morning Frank had already left. He had made you breakfast and you found a note telling you that he would have been back at night and not to worry.

He came back late in the afternoon looking like he had been in a fight.

''Frank are you ok? Are you hurt?'' You checked to make sure.

''No, I'm not.'' He tried to step away from you to go further into the house so that nobody could see you.

''Then why are there bruises all over your face?'' You closed the door behind me and tried again to check if he was hurt anywhere.

 He was reluctant to talk but seeing you worried about him made him realize that you were trying to get your mind off of the danger you were in and the worry about your life.

''I tried to find out where the people that robbed the bank are. I found some of them and made sure they wouldn't bother anyone anymore. About Joshua, I heard that the police are still looking for him. I have someone I trust monitoring his house to check whether he will go back there.''

''Thank you for everything you are doing for me. I called a friend of mine earlier to ask him for some advice on everything that is going on.''

''Why would you do that? You have no idea if your friend is in on everything or not. Tell me his name so I can check him out.''

''There is no need. I completely trust him. But if you insist, his name is Matt Murdock. He is one of my lawyers.''

''I know him and you are absolutely right to trust him. So, what did he tell you?''

''Not much, just that if the police find Joshua that he would spend life in prison. And of course to stay hidden for now. I didn't mention you I only told him I am staying with a friend.''

''Very well, I am glad that you are not putting yourself in more danger. I can assure you that you are safe to stay here for as long as it takes.''

After months of staying with Frank Joshua was finally arrested. But because you needed to testify Frank offered you to stay with him until the end of the trial for your protection.

#cappysforeverchallenge #frank castle x reader #marvel fic #my writing #the punisher #punisher fic

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: You may be wondering ‘does the hurt ever stop? The answer is yes. I think so. I mean I’ll get tired of it at some point, right? -Danny

Words: 2,171

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xxxi: The Magic Number

Cat was cleaning the blood from her hands with the droplets of rain falling on them. The bag with the cures was laying at Peter's feet.

"Everything Spider-man touches comes to ruin. And we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces..."

"I've heard enough," she cleaned the blood off her cheek with the back of her hand. "Peter, I found someone before this whole mess started, I think he can help us—"

"Cat, stop," he said hoarsely. "Stop."

"I promised I wouldn't try to fix your life and that's exactly why I'm telling you this." It was useless to try and talk sense into him. Where he was, drowning in grief, Cat couldn't make herself be heard. "Don't do anything yet."

When she came back to her apartment, wet from head to toe, Parker was already waiting for her. He was even wearing the mask, ready to vanish at any moment. Cat's mask removed itself as she got closer.

"Aunt May..." Parker wrapped his arms around her, he didn't ask questions. "I'll take you to him," she said quietly. "I was trying to shelter both of you— I just weakened our chances..."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have... I have to..." a sizzling noise was heard behind them. Outside her window, a portal had been opened. "Strange?"

"Is it magic?" Parker asked in awe, still holding her.

Cat squinted. "Ned?"

"Your friend is a wizard?"

"Peter! Peter!" MJ called.

"They know about me?"

"No! How on earth..?"

Parker grabbed her and pushed her forward. "Let's go to them."

"What?" She stumbled to the edge of her window.

"Let's go." He pushed her through.

"Woah!" The teenagers jumped back.

"C.C?!"

Ned's grandmother started screaming, Parker tried to calm her down while Cat approached the teens.

"Since when are you a wizard?!" She asked in shock.

"Who the hell is this guy?" MJ demanded.

"It's okay, I'm a nice guy!" He pulled off his mask and looked at the rest of the group, both hands up to show he meant no harm.

MJ pointed at him. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Peter Parker."

"That's impossible."

"I am Spider-man," he breathed. "In my world— but then yesterday... I was... I was just here."

"This has to be because of the magic spell," Ned muttered.

"Magic!" Parker looked at Cat. "I can't believe magic's real!"

The familiarity with which he talked to her didn't go unnoticed by MJ. "You've been hiding him from us?"

"Would you believe me if I tell you this is the first time I see him?" Cat grimaced.

MJ frowned. "He was in your living room!"

"Okay," she replied bluntly. "In my defense when I found him he was a sleep-deprived, starving Spider-man. I didn't think he'd be very useful. No offense, Parker."

"No yeah, you're kinda right," he muttered.

"Prove it."

"Prove what?"

"That you're Peter Parker."

"I don't carry around an ID with me you know?" He chuckled nervously. "Kind of defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing—"

MJ threw a piece of bread at him. Parker looked at her with a sorry smile. "Why'd you do that?"

"To see if you have the tingle thing."

"I have the tingle thing just not for bread," he looked at Cat. "Don't they trust you? We spent a whole day together and—"

"You had him a whole day?!"

"What else was I supposed to do?" Cat turned to him. "I tend to befriend people with questionable conduct. But guys, I can't be the only one that sees it, look at him! It's Peter!"

MJ picked up another piece and Parker lifted a hand. "Can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply mistrusting person... and I respect it."

He jumped and stuck himself to the ceiling. Cat gestured at him like showing off his magic trick and smiled tensely. "Are we done here?"

MJ made a face, she motioned vaguely. "Crawl around."

"Crawl around?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes, crawl around."

"Why do I need to crawl around?" He asked in frustration.

"This is not enough."

"This is plenty."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"How do I stick to the ceiling?"

"You could be a mimic like C.C." MJ threw the bread at his face. "Do it."

Parker looked at Cat with a scowl. "You gonna help me out or what?"

"Oh you're doing a great job up there, Big-bug, really showing off those skills," she pointed over her shoulder. "Is no one going to close the portal in your Lola's kitchen, Ned?"

"Oh, right—!"

Parker kicked Cat's shoulder lightly to get her attention, she looked up at him. "Where's Peter?"

"He won't try anything until I go to him."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, you listen to me and he does that too... sometimes. I'll speed the process just come down already—"

"My Lola's asking if you could just get the cobweb there... since you're like, up there?" Ned interrupted.

Parker sighed, his face showing deep and obvious exasperation. "Yeah!"

He put the mask in his mouth and crawled to the opposite corner, then jumped to the ground next to Cat.

"Thank you." said the old lady.

He cleaned his hands and opened his arms expecting their approval. He tried to speak and remembered he still had the mask in his mouth, he grabbed it and tried again. "We good?"

"For now."

Parker turned to Cat in disbelief and she calmed him down by patting his shoulder lightly. "I got this, don't worry." Cat turned to her old friends. "If you weren't looking for this guy, then what happened?"

Ned explained they were trying to reach Peter but he wasn't answering calls.

"I guess you just keep doing it until we find the real one."

"Ouch," said Parker.

"No offense." The girl looked at Ned. "Okay. You got it."

Ned began drawing circles in the air. "Find Peter Parker..."

"What's the thing on his hand?" Parker asked.

MJ and Cat hushed him.

"Find Peter Parker... Find Peter Parker!"

A new portal opened, and someone was standing on the other side, but he wasn't wearing a spider suit. The man, of about forty, stepped into the room and looked at the portal, intrigued by it.

"Great, it's just some random guy..."

"Hello," he said with a cordial wave. "Uh... I hope it's okay I just came through this..." the portal closed much quicker than the last. "Oh, it just closed."

"Older Peter!" Cat beamed.

She didn't know how, but just like with Parker, she could see it clear as day even though this one had blue eyes instead of brown. The young woman realized it wasn't that she could see, she could sense it.

"I think I have a spidey sense..." she muttered.

"What?"

She looked at MJ and Ned. "I don't feel you guys."

"Cat, you're not making any sense."

She hit her forehead. "It must be my behavioral mimicking!"

"You're saying this guy is also Peter Parker?" MJ looked at him. "Are you?"

"Yeah," he looked at the group attentively. "I've seen you two... and you're the other hero, right? Copycat?"

"Cat," she smiled at him.

"Are you another Spider?"

"I'm a mutant," she lifted her hand and waved it. "I think I can sense when someone around me has powers and what kind. I couldn't do that before. Or I wasn't aware of it until you came."

His gaze landed on Peter standing beside her. "Wait, he's... he's not your friend."

Parker stood there staring at the other Peter with a dumbfounded expression. Before she could stop him, he shoot a web and both spiders moved in sync, attacking each other in the same exact ways and blocking the other's hits with the same tactics. It was like watching them fight a mirror.

Older Peter shot at the young one's wrist leaving him unable to use his web shooter. Parker let out an incredulous laugh.

"You're standing on Lola's table," Cat scolded him.

"Right. Sorry." He jumped off while Ned talked to the other Peter.

"Wait so you're spider-man too? Why didn't you just say that?"

"Uh, I don't go around generally advertising it. It kinda defeats the whole 'anonymous superhero' thing."

"That's what I just said..." Parker whispered.

Lola spoke again, this time scolding them for making a mess in her house. Ned translated for the rest of the group. "My Lola's asking if you could clean up the webs that you just shot."

"Oh. Sorry, Lola." Parker grimaced.

"Yes, of course..."

Cat said something in Tagalog, the woman chuckled and then waved briefly. "I'm going to bed."

"Good night, Lola."

"Good night, Ned's Lola."

"You understood what she was saying?" Parker asked her.

"I learned when I was in high school just to pass the time. I'm not good with numbers and like, chem stuff or whatever, but I excel at languages and sports."

He grinned. "That's cool. You're so cool."

"This might seem kind of weird, but..." older Peter began. "I've been trying to find your friend ever since I got here. I just had this sense that... that he needs my help."

"Our help," Parker added.

"I don't know how I missed you," Cat tilted her head. "I guess I was expecting to see some random person wearing a costume, but you look normal."

"Thanks?"

Cat looked at the rest. "I just want to finish this, and I promise I'll butt out of your business afterward."

"But we don't know where he is," MJ looked at the other Peters. "And he really does need your help. Honestly, right now, we're all he really has left."

"Well, is there someplace that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a... a place where he would go to just..."

"Get away from everything?" Parker finished.

He nodded. "For me, it was the top of the Chrysler Building."

"Empire State," the young man pointed at himself. "Better view."

"That is a sweet view," older Peter smiled.

Cat looked at MJ hopefully. "Jones?"

"Yes... Yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be."

They found Peter on the Midtown High rooftop. MJ and Ned went to comfort him first before introducing the other Peters. Cat was aware of the shitty job she'd done, stressed and dragging him away from his aunt, but she hoped he didn't hold any resentment because of it.

Peter adopted a fighting stance. Parker and older Peter came down from the school's tower. "Hey wait— wait! Woah..." he stared at them in confusion.

The Peters raised their hands in surrender, and older Peter spoke. "Sorry... about May..."

"Yeah," Parker continued. "Sorry... I got some understanding of—"

"No, please don't tell me that you know what I'm going through."

"Okay..." he replied softly.

"She's gone... and it's all my fault. She died for nothing. So I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place." He reached for the magic box, older Peter tried to speak. "Please, don't. You don't belong here. Either of you, so I'm sending you home. Those other guys are from your worlds, right?"

Both Peters nodded.

"So you deal with it. If they die, if you kill them... That's on you. It's not my problem. I don't care anymore. I'm done." He'd finally comprehended how she'd felt after Pietro, why she no longer cared about anything in life. "I'm really sorry that I dragged you into this. But you have to go home now. Good luck."

MJ moved the box out of reach, he gave her a questioning look but before he could talk, older Peter tried again. "My Uncle Ben was killed... it was my fault."

"I lost..." Parker had to take a moment. "I lost Gwen. My, uh..." he pointed at them. "She was my MJ. I couldn't save her. I'm never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on. Tried to, uh... tried to keep going, tried to keep being the... that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, because I know that's what she would have wanted. At some point, I just... I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful... I got bitter. I just don't want you to end up like... like me."

"The night Ben died, I hunted down the man who I thought did it. I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted... It didn't make it better. It took me a long time to... learn to get through that darkness."

"I wanna kill him. I wanna tear him apart. I can still hear her voice in my head..." Peter choked out the words. "Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me that with great power—"

"Comes great responsibility." Older Peter finished.

"Wait, what?" The boy looked up at them. "How do you know that?"

"Uncle Ben said it..." Parker replied with a small, teary smile.

"The day he died. Maybe she didn't die for nothing, Peter."

The boy's eyes went from one Peter to the other, then landed on Cat.

"I'm sorry I was so hard on you after Pietro... I didn't know... I didn't know it felt like this."

Cat shrugged. "I'll forgive you if you forgive me for hiding Parker from you."

He looked at the young man standing above them. "You knew they were here?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing... I was trying to trick myself into feeling better by pretending I was your new guardian. I don't fit in that role at all," she approached them. "I'm sorry."

MJ placed the box on the ground and wrapped her arms around Cat. Ned followed her lead, and then Peter. They were all smaller than her, her nose was brushing the top of their heads. Cat's eyes teared up even though she tried to stop it.

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[satcrvz]

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER !

what happened when gojos bestfriend hits on you at the fair?

cw: gojo x f!reader, reader is shorter than gojo, profanity, also i wrote this with the idea of them being in college, but really it works for anything 1.6k words.

this was in my head in the shower… idk what provoked it but!! i did not proofread this.. title is a bea reference :>

holy shit he's an asshole gojo thought to himself. right now he was watching his best friend, geto, practically throw himself all over you in front of his face, while him and shoko wait in the concession line. gojo frantically takes out his phone, while simultaneously glaring at you and geto

GOJO suguru bro, i don't know what i did to you in a past life but PLEASE STOP 😭

GOJO stop flexing your tiny ass muscles to her she’s never gonna want me if you do that

GETO dude, you've had so many opportunities at this carnival, be romantic and win them a stuffy or some shit bro i dunno. make a move or i will

GOJO WE GOT HERE 15 MINUTES AGO>??

geto smirks, shuts off his phone, and places it back in his pocket. shoko she insisted on going with gojo to hold all the food. she could’ve stayed back with you. geto speaks up, "you cold?" you offer him a grin, "a little.."

if only it'd been satoru asking you, offering his jacket to you. you can dream, right?

your thoughts are cut off by him humming, his eyes on your face illuminated by the bright LED's and rides around you. if you didnt know any better you'd think — the voice in your head is once again cut off, but not by geto, gojo.

he's nearly sprinting, bumping into people and uttering apologies. "guys i got the food!!!" you slightly smile at his action, you've always liked that he could make you laugh. shoko's wearing a very obviously annoyed look while slowly trailing behind him holding a funnel cake and those big ass lemonade cups. why'd she go if she was only going to hold two things? satoru could've carried them.

"the lines were so long, guys you don't get it" gojo drags out the so long part, hoping you guys sympathize with him. "did you get my fries?" geto asks. "oh shit... looks like i forgot! i did get your nachos though bro."

shoko speaks for the first time since her and gojos return "he didn't forget, he did that on purpose. he's mad about -" "anyways! y/n, i didn’t know what you wanted so i just got a pretzel"

you smile and take them out of his hand so he has less stuff to carry, "thanks satoru, that was really sweet of you. id be happy with whatever you got me though!" shoko snickers while gojo sends geto a smug look.

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you take a big inhale as you step up to the carnival game, all you had to was knock down the 3 stacked cups. damn this looks harder than i expected. gojo and geto were doing their own thing close by, and shoko was beside you rooting for you.

"fuck" was all you could say, unfortunately you only had 5 throws, and while you did manage to knock two down, the third one stayed standing so it didnt count. "its all good, you should go ask satoru to win it for you", she says satoru in almost a child like way, making fun of you for your crush on the white haired guy. the both of you scoot out the way, making room for the people in line to have a go.

"he wouldn't, not right now at least, he's over there yapping away to sugu" reaching toward shoko, who fortunately still had funnel cake, you stuff your mouth with a piece of it. while youre focused on eating, she exchanges a glance with geto, both of them nodding.

"hey y/n, i think im gonna go talk to suguru and go get another lemonade" shoko starts walking away, but you continue,

"oh okay thats fine! i might go get on the swings again" shoko had really done it this time. you can see her and suguru walking and laughing to each other as they walk around the carnival talking about god knows what. meanwhile, gojo makes his way toward you, quite awkwardly actually. you finish wrapping up your text to shoko which read;

TO: SHOKO im ngl, im actually going to hurt you!!! yk i can't be left alone w him in a place like this.. im going to embarrass myself

"where are they off to? suguru didnt tell me shit he just left with shoko" gojo runs his right hand through his hair.

"shoko told me she was going to get more lemonade, but i highly doubt it. she's gonna have to piss" the taller man in front of you laughs and starts talking,

"yeah, one day in freshman year, she told me she'd rather be dead than use a porta potty and that. . . " fuck why does he have to be so pretty? had his eyes always shined like that? maybe it was the lighting from the neon rides around you, but that doesn't distract you from the way his hair is blowing in the wind.

satorus voice finally is audible in your head again, ". . . anyways you wanna go on that ship ride? sugurus too chicken to go with me"

shit. "yeah! shoko's been too engrossed with that big ass funnel cake to go on rides, so we stuck to the mini games" "great cmon!" he grabs your wrist and guides you to the line. fortunately for the both of you, by the time you guys made it over there, the ride had ended and they were loading on new people.

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"don't manspread asshole!" "sorry." satoru had undeniably long legs.

"you nervous?" he asks turning his head to look at you fully with a smile. "yeah im gonna fucking shit myself, if i fall out, i blame you."

"awhhh its okay, i wouldn't let you fall out you're too good for that"

"oh yeah? what would you do."

"intervene."

the employees check the last 2 people to make sure they're secure, and shortly after, the ride starts. somewhere along the seventh swing, you clasp both of your hands around satorus left hand. his hands were warm. he glances down and looks back up at you, "you 'bout to cry?" fuck him and his stupid condescending voice and pretty blue eyes.

"no im about to throw you off the ride im so terrified right now, and it’s kind of cold which isn’t helping” you remove your hands from his and cross them around your waist.

the ride ends and you could not be happier to have your feet back on stable ground. you look around for geto and shoko, hoping that they could magically find the two of you and make things less awkward.

gojo drapes his jacket over your shoulders but before you could even get a word out he explains, “you uh, mentioned you were cold on the ride” how are you meant to function if he’s looking down at you like that? “thanks but what about you?”, you put your arms through the sleeves of his jacket and zip it up halfway.

“don’t you see the resemblance? i’m elsa, the cold never bothered me anyway!” if you were a bystander, you’d think he was crazy with the way his hands were positioned on his hips like he was a super hero.

from his point of view, you were beautiful. it’s almost cinematic the way his mind nearly watches you laugh in slow motion, your smile was the brightest thing to him, even at night. i’m so in love with you. fuck did he say that out loud?

you’re taken by surprise, obviously. god you wish you could just facetime shoko and beg her for advice like the many times before. your lips were pressed together, and then you find the words.

“i’m sorry you’re what?” well.. maybe those weren’t the right words.

“i’m in love with you”, he says more confidently than before. “hey it’s completely okay if you don’t feel the same way, i can’t force you to like me back”

you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, youd played out this and possibly 60 other different scenarios in your head about this happening. “nonono! i do like you back, i have for a while actually… i just didn’t expect for this to be happening you know?”

he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, “well, ‘m glad you feel the same way” the moment between the two of you felt like you guys were the only two people in that carnival. both of your faces were inches away from eachother. it’s like—

“damn”, you could hear the smile in the persons voice, which obviously belongs to shoko. both her and geto are staring the two of you down. she holds out her hand to geto and he plants a 1000 yen in her hand.

“shoko oh my god” you go over to her and wrap your arms around her. “gross you have satorus jacket. do not touch me until you get that contaminated shit off” while you and shoko argue about that, geto speaks up to gojo, “you still didn’t win her a plush, you’re already on a bad start to being a boyfriend”

the taller one furrows his brows, “hey! we aren’t dating yet and i actually planned on it before you and idiot number 2’s entrance”

“nah bro i saw you, you looked like you wanted to punch your with her lips” ironically suguru punches satoru in the shoulder. “whatever! im gonna go win her one right now” — “cmon y/n” he grabs your arm once again and you give shoko a sympathy smile while she just laughs.

you’re not sure if the two of you are dating after that little confession, but whatever it was, you liked it.

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[the-insanity-of-mojiru]

Crossing Guard(ian)

The story of an office lady who is bullied at work, and a middle school student who patrols the nearby railroad crossing.

#The full story for those who are curious #Echo and Wil end up talking every day on her way to work at this crossing #However one day the usual route to work is blocked off due to a police investigation #Echo later finds out from the news that a middle school student jumped in front of a train at that crossing #He didn't have any ID on him but he was carrying around a piece of paper that said 'I'll go first' #Echo and William just have this dynamic a lot #In truth there's another story with the two of them where Echo talks to Kokkuri-san which is the spirit of a dead student aka William #I drew a panel for it way back when but I can't remember if I posted it or not #Maybe I'll end up doing a full comic but no promises #Insanity Draws #Insanity of Mojiru #Femme Fatale Series #Night Jasmine #透明な無名世界

[immrbrightsideeee]

Movie and a kiss

Damiano David x reader (no gender mentioned)

Warnings: reader is Not Okay, at all and I guess this is a vivid description? idk, I haven't got it in my to edit but I want to publish something.

Word Count: 778

Summary: reader had a terrible fight with their family and their boyfriend Damiano is there to help pick up the pieces

A/N: thank you for the request!!! I hope this is OK and that you feel better :)

Yelling voices and red faces. Slamming doors and screeching car tires. Another wonderful evening spent with your family. You had had enough of their bullshit, was it so hard to be nice? Fair? A decent human being? Things had taken a turn with your family for a while now and you didn't trust yourself to be around them any longer, in fear you'd start crying. No weakness was to be shown. So you did the only thing you could think of. You grabbed your bag, blew the dog a kiss and walked out.

You were half an hour's walk away from your parents house before you realised you had no idea what you were going to do. The argument was replaying in your head and the bus-stop seemed too far for you to walk before the tears came. And they came like a tidal wave, and ocean flowing from your y/e/c eyes. What were you supposed to do?

And suddenly you were under that ocean, drowning in the flood of emotions pulling you under with no mercy. The light was fading and you lost you struggled to find your way to the surface, if such a thing existed for you at this point. Your eyes fluttered as water covered them, you saw nothing, felt yourself fall further and further, deeper and deeper as you fell apart, drowning in a pain that that hurt too much to feel.

Then there was an arm around you, pulling you to the surface, but in reality it was a small buzzing coming from your pocket. Your phone. Caller ID said it was Damiano. You answered it but didn't speak a word.

“Hello.” He said. Then a pause. “Y/N? Amore, are you there?”

You sniffled and mumbled a small “yes.”

“Cara mia, what's wrong? Tell me what happened.”

“Um, well,” you stumbled over your words, before giving him a rushed explanation that anyone would be lucky to understand, as you told random parts, out of order, in a panicked voice, with sniffles as intervals.

“OK, OK, amore mio, breathe. Deep breaths, alright?” Damiano waited until he heard you breathing into the phone slowly.

“There, that's better. Now where are you, love? I'll come and get you.”

–

A short while later, Damiano found you curled up, crying on the curb of the road.

“Oh cara mia.” he said as he scooped you up into his arms to carry you to his car. You were a wreck, ruined and falling apart, but this man would die to make you smile and would do whatever it takes to dry those tears falling from his favourite eyes.

–

When you woke up it was 8pm, and you were on Damiano's couch. You had cried so hard and worn yourself out that you fell asleep on the car ride over, but Damiano didn't have it in him to wake you, just let you rest until you woke up to a rumbling stomach.

“You're awake, amore.” Damiano stated, brushing some hair from your face. You smiled in return.

“Thanks for letting me sleep. And coming to get me. And listening to me rant.”

“It's OK, it's OK! I listen because I care, I picked you up because I want to be here for you, and I let you sleep because I care. You know that, my love.” He looked into your eyes with such intensity you could almost feel your soul start to heal by the sheer willpower of his heart.

Then the moment was over.

“Well, there is pizza in the oven, almost done, and I've got some popcorn, chocolate and vino for us to share. And a few movie ideas too, if you're up to it, of course.” Damiano offered with a gentle smile on his lips.

“I,” you didn't know how to finish that sentence. How do you respond to such love? “Thank you.”

“Sei il benevenuto, amore mio.” (you're welcome, my love.)

The singer disappeared for a moment before returning with a small pile of clothes.

“I know they will be too big for you, but that is part of the comfort,” he said, passing you a big jumper and a pair of track pants to wear. Much more comfortable than skinny jeans.

Ten minutes later, you sat with your head on Damiano's chest, a plate of warm pizza beside you, wearing his clothes and a big smile. A movie and a kiss and you found yourself living out a dream you once wished. To be happy and safe, alone with your love, but not alone rather than alone in it.

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[mercurysstars]

All That Glitters Is Not Gold (part 7)

Summary: Y/n gets hired to be the avengers chief physician and also happens to be an ex assassin.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Needles, swear words, reader getting angry.

A/N: Okay y’all so maybe the reader has slight anger issues.

𝘍𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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Y/n suddenly became aware of the very persistent beeping noise in her ear. No matter what she tried she couldn't get it to stop and it was starting to annoy the hell out of her. She cracked her eyes open, the light-flooded her blinding her for a few seconds but her eyes quickly adjusted.

The first thing she noticed was the white plain walls of the Med-Bay. The memories flickered through her head like a flashing light. Y/n looked down to her bandage arm she peeled it back a bit, by looking at her wound she guessed she might have been out a little over a day and a half.

She grabbed the cords attached to her body and yanked them out causing the heart monitor to start flatlining. Wanda shot right up out of a dead sleep at the sound, looking over to make sure her friend was okay. Y/n didn't even know she was there until she spoke up "Oh good you're alive."

Y/n grimaced "Very much so. How long have I been out?"

"A little over a day," Wanda said confirming what she thought. "After FRIDAY alerted us, Barnes got there first to see you all bruised and bloody."

Y/n could tell Wanda was trying to keep the conversation light which she appreciated. She rolled her eyes and chuckled "You should see the other guy."

"Oh trust me I did." Wanda grinned. "I should probably go get bruce though so I'll be right back."

Wanda left her room. Bruce came in and checked her vitals and drew some blood just to make sure there wasn't anything toxic left in her blood. He said that they couldn't use the cradle because it could harm her further so there would be a scar. But Y/n didn't mind much a little bit of meditation and it would be long gone.

Wanda gave Y/n her phone but had to go because Vision needed some help. Y/n was checking some emails and she heard a little sniffle. She looked up to see a red-eyed Peter peaking into her room. She set down her phone and motioned him over. "Hey, Peter what's wrong?"

Peter seemed a little unsure of himself hesitating to speak. He once again sniffles wiping his face with his shirt. In a little voice, he mumbled, "I was scared you were going to die."

Y/n's heart broke into a million little pieces. She didn't know what to say to him. She wanted to comfort him but she didn't know-how. Y/n did the only thing she knew how. Made a joke out of it. "Oh, Pete you know some half-ass assassin can't get the best of me."

Peter chuckled also while hiccuping. He looked down then back at her. He rushed toward Y/n wrapping his arms around her. Y/n slowly wrapped her arm around him the stayed like that for a few seconds. She rubbed his back and patted it. "Can't breathe. Super strength." She choked out.

Peter pulled back standing next to her bed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly "I forgot sorry."

"Don't worry about it. And hey get some sleep I'm the one in the Med-bay and you look worst than me."

Peter promised he would. He gave her a get-well card that he bought with his aunt May. He turned to leave. Bucky was standing in the doorway. Peter told him he could go in and left.

Bucky walked into the room. Y/n's face lit up when she noticed him standing there. "Well look who it is. My savior."

Bucky gave a small chuckle. He looked her over. He can't get the image of her lying limp in his arms out of his head. He doesn't think he's ever been that scared or panicked in his life. It became blurry to him after she passed out. He vaguely remembers carrying her the few feet to the med bay and Bruce ordering someone to get him out. Funny how someone can change your life within a few months of knowing them.

"How are you doing." He breathed out turning serious. He sat in the chair next to her bed setting her clothes on the tabled next to them. He couldn't explain it he felt like it was her fault she was in here. Even if he hasn't done it personally.

"Good, I'm good. How's Alpine? I know she has separation anxiety."

"Well, last night she somehow got into my room again. And right now I think she's with Wanda. I'm pretty sure she sneaks her extra treats."

Y/n and Bucky continued to talk. She genuinely enjoyed his company. There was a feeling that she didn't want to name that started to open up whenever he came around. They decided to watch a movie. Y/n was sitting crisscross applesauce and Bucky had his feet kicked up onto her bed while laying back in the chair.

"You actually liked this movie," Bucky exclaimed. Y/n got to pick the movie and she picked newsies. She thought it was the right thing to choose considering it's about young boys in New York. Though it was a little before his time it was basic Bucky and Steve.

"Yes, it was my favorite movie of my teen years. Believe it or not, I thought their New Yorker accents were really hot."

Bucky laughed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing "No way. They are so bad. They aren't even accurate."

"Hey don't judge. I can't help what my teenage hormones find attractive." She jokingly kicked his feet and he put his arms up defensively.

"I'm not, I'm not. It's just that I don't see you like that type of girl. Back in my day, they use to associate accents with thugs or gangs."

"It's the 21st-century hun. Times are different." She put her non-injured hand on her hip.

Bucky raised his eyebrows and smirked "So I'm seeing."

The buzzing of Y/n phone interrupted their conversation. The caller ID read Anthony Y/n put up a finger to signal to give her a moment. She clicked the accept button and a nervous sounding Tony picked up "Hey Y/n how are you? I heard what happened."

Y/n? He never uses her real. That only means one thing. He did something that could potentially piss her off. She was out for one day and this is what happens. "What did you do Tony."

"Okay look so don't be mad when I tell you. Meet me in the debriefing room in 10." He hung up before she got the chance to object.

Y/n slide to the edge of the bed. She swung her feet over. She attempted to stand up but when she put pressure on her foot she nearly collapsed. Y/n didn't remember hitting her foot or anything but it must have been when she dove over her desk. Bucky put his hands on her waist to steady her. "Woah you okay there doll?"

"Yeah. Can you like?" She made a turning motion with her hand. Bucky immediately stood up and turned around.

Y/n took off her hospital gown. Buck caught a glance of 2 long scars crossing her stomach and what looked like to be a burn on her hip through the reflection of the window. He quickly turned away out of respect. Y/n slide on her pants and cleared her throat. "I'm done."

Bucky turns around and sees her supporting most of her weight on her right foot. "Do you want me to get you crutches or a wheelchair?"

"Why would I do that when I have a perfectly good super soldier right here?"

She hobbled over to Bucky and wrapped her good arm around his waist. He rolled his eyes at her being difficult but put his arm around her. He wouldn't admit it but he secretly liked it and thought it was sweet.

They got down to the debriefing room. Tony was pacing around the front muttering something to himself. Y/n and Bucky took up the last two seats. Y/n's foot was throbbing so she put it on the table to elevate it. They waited a couple of minutes for him to start. Natasha finally decided to speak up getting annoyed "You want to tell us what this was about before you burn a hole in the carpet."

Tony stopped to look at them and started to pace again "Okay so I didn't tell you guys everything. That meeting I had was with the UN. They are trying to get General Ross to be ahead of the Avengers instead of Nick Fury."

He paused to let them take it in. Some were confused, and a couple were mad. "Wait are they just trying to do this since we didn't sign the Sakovia accords?" Steve said what most were thinking.

"See that's what I said but they were talking about some bullshit about us being unorganized and dangerous. And the only way they'd stop it is if someone took a truth serum and I said Y/n would."

Oh, this is why he told her not to get mad. She had to take a deep breath so she wouldn't pull off her shoe and beat him with it. Is he stupid? He's a genius but he can't think before he speaks. "So how does it work?" Clint asked.

"Well, they will hook you up to a lie detector machine and inject you with the truth serum. The way it works is that every time you lie the serum will start to burn and your heart rate will start to accelerate."

"So what all do I have to lie about." Y/n finally questioned. She was chewing her lip in contemplation. She's pulled off worst than this and has had more on the line than this.

"What I know for sure is that I said you've been with us for 2 years, you can't tell them how you got that cut and anything that can potentially get us into trouble. Also, you can't take any strong pain meds."

"So basically she has to have one hell of a poker face," Bucky concluded.

Y/n sighs and rubs her head."How long do I have."

"12 hours until wheels up." Tony better buy me so many boxes of pizza she thinks.

_

Bucky watched as Y/n sat on the floor crisscross applesauce. Her back is the door and the only light in the room is the light from the hallway in the quinjet. Y/n could hear the soft buzz of Bucky's metal arm with her eyes still close she says "You know you can come in Sarge."

That startles Bucky. He walked into the room and sat on the floor taking up space next to her. He looked at her "I came to tell you we are almost there. Are you nervous?"

Y/n thought for a few seconds. Most people in her position would probably be pissing their pants at this moment. Having to go in front of the United Nations and lie straight to their faces. So she answered truthfully "No, no I'm not."

Bucky was surprised. She was genuine in her answer. If it was him he would be having a near stroke. "Really? Anyway so why do meditate it doesn't actually help with anything."

"Actually it does. It helps with my heart rate and it helps me heal faster."

"Oh?" He looked at her expectingly obviously not believing her.

She kicked out her leg and lifted the pant leg to her suit. The bruise was gone and she rotated her foot and wiggle her toes to prove she wasn't in any pain.

Y/n grabbed his shoulder as a crutch to help her get up and grabbed her heels. Bucky looked up at her. "You know I can't seem to figure you out."

Y/n paused and pursed her lips in thought "Somethings are better off left as mysteries." She patted his shoulder and walked out.

_

Wanda, Natasha, and Y/n broke off from the rest of the Avengers, having to go to the medical room so she could get a mini medical exam.

The girls walk through security. Natasha dropped all of her weapons in a bin so she could pick them up later. They put a device around Wanda's neck so she couldn't use her powers. Y/n could see how uncomfortable it made her. She walked over to Wanda and whispered "I feel bad you have to wear that. You didn't have to come."

Wanda looked at her and have a small sad smile "What you're about to do is worst than this. It's the least I can do for you helping us."

Y/n nodded to her. Security officers escorted them to the medical room. They had Y/n sit on a bed. They made her pee in a cup, took her blood, and checked her medical history. Natasha was giving her advice. While she knew most things it was still nice having someone coach her through and remind her of it.

When they finished Wanda went to join the rest of the Avengers. Natasha walked her to the door she adjusted Y/n's suit "You've got this. We'll be supporting you in the crowd."

"Thank you Nat for everything really." She hugged her and Natasha gave Y/n's arm a reassuring squeeze.

Y/n took a deep breath. She stepped into the room. The room was a half-circle shape with large windows behind it. In the back were journalists and reporters. And in the front were the UN personnel were located. Y/n walked past the Avengers and took her seat in the middle of the room.

Y/n could feel everyone's eyes on her. She got blinded momentarily from the flashes of the cameras. She looked over to the Avengers. Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Steve at the end. Bucky in the middle. And Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision on the other end. Wanda gave her 2 thumbs up and Y/n smiled back at her.

Staff came over and started to unpack and hook her up to the lie detector machine. They took off the jacket to her suit and connected wires to three fingers on her right hand. They put a blood pressure cuff on her left tricep and inflated it. Ross stood up and cleared his throat being the room's attention on him.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm General Ross and I will be doing the questioning on the behalf of the UN."

He turned his gaze to Y/n. "We're going to test the lie detector first."  Y/n nodded to him and he began.

"Is your legal name Y/n Y/l/n?"

"Yes." Y/n states.

"True." The man in the chair next to her says.

He looked down at the paper he had in his hand looking for his next question. "Very well. Were you born Y/B/D 1995?"

"Yes."

"True."

"Are you nervous?"

Natasha's words come back to Y/n. Lie once. Lie about something small. So they don't get suspicious. Y/n let her heart rate pick up a bit and purposely avoided eye contact. "No."

"Lie."

"It's okay to be nervous. God knows I would." Ross joked a few people chuckled and Y/n had to physically hold back an eye roll. He thinks he got her but in reality, he's right where she wanted.

He nodded to the staff and they walked over to her and began to prep her. They cleaned a small area of her arm with an alcohol pad. "This might hurt a bit." One muttered.

They stuck the needle into her arm and injected the serum. At first, it felt cool but then it hit her all at once it felt like someone poured a pan of grease on her. Y/n's skin was on fire, she bit her cheek so hard it nearly drew blood.

Bucky watched as Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If it was anything like the Super Soldier serum he knew it burn. She opened her eyes and if he didn't witness it he wouldn't even know it happened seconds ago.

General Ross walked back to the front and began to speak "We are ready to proceed. Did it hurt? I've never tried it."

"Yes." Like a bitch.

"What role do you play for the Avengers? Tony mentioned you've been there for 2 years."

"I'm their Chief Physician." The second part of his sentence was a statement so she missed lying by an inch.

"True."

He asked questions like that for a while or worded them differently. The questions were getting repetitive and Y/n was getting bored and impatient. She hasn't had to lie yet not that she wanted to. Especially not when she has the truth serum from hell injected in her veins.

"Have the Avengers ever put you in any unnecessary danger?" Ross questioned.

"Never." She replied trying not to bounce her leg.

"True."

"Tell me Miss Y/l/n how did you get that cut? It looks pretty deep." He paused seemingly watching for her reaction.

"My cat. She has some pretty mean claws." Y/n stated without missing a beat. She felt the burn of the serum. It wasn't as bad as the injection but damn did it fucking hurt. Despite that Y/n kept a straight face starting to get annoyed with him. She could hear the flutter of the cameras.

"True."

"Would you consider Miss Maximoff unstable in any way, shape, or form?"

Y/n has to stop her eyes from going wide. What the hell kind of question was that besides rude. It's like he wants her to lash out at him. "No."

The man watches the monitor for a few seconds "True." He finally says.

"Would you consider Mr. Barnes dangerous?"

The audacity of this man. You want to see someone dangerous? Let's see how dangerous I am when I choke you out with this cord that's wrapped around my finger- "No"

"True."

"Are you aware of his past?"

"Very much so. And that where it should stay the past. I don't know what you're trying to get at general."

"True."

"Were you aware that we are starting a search for Lilith and anyone with information on her that doesn't come forward will be sent to the raft? And were you aware that if we find her we are ordered to kill on sight?"

Y/n gets a bitter taste in her mouth. This cannot be happening. She can't freak out right now. She clenched her jaw "No I was not aware of either."

"True."

"Very well that's all." Ross returned to his seat among the UN.

The staff came over and unhooked her from the machine. Y/n felt like she could finally breathe. She stood up and walked out without glancing back. The Avengers did the same meanwhile getting swarmed with paparazzi.

Part 8

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Eumoiriety (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Four Years of Pooja Sharma's Birthday, from her first year as an Intern to her first year as an Attending.

Eumoiriety: Happiness due to state of innocence and purity💕

A/N: It's my baby's birthday and I went overboard. This is purely self indulgent and since I have zero to negative self control, this turned out way longer than I expected it to. Anyway, I hope you still like it💙

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 3.7K (I am sorry!)

Rating: General

Category: A bit angst, A bit fluff

Warnings: None that I saw.

Prompts: @choicesaugustchallenge Day 29 - Birthday

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Intern Year:

She walks barefoot on the green floor as the dews clinging to grass tips, soothe her like the cold breeze on a summer day.

A few golden rays filter through the canopy that acts as a barrier to the shining sun overhead. When they fall on the grass, the view looks like gold intermixed with emerald.

She wears a white gown, which flutters behind her, as her heart dances with the bees going flower to flower to get their prize of nectar in return for their favour of pollinating them.

There is a calm spreading through her soul, an ease, a slow infusion of tranquillity with her heart beats.

A swish makes her turn. Her eyes capture a silhouette, drifting farther and farther, as if taking her calm along with it.

It's replaced by restlessness.

There is a cajole, a whispered cajole, that urges her feet to run, her mind to think, her heart to wonder.

She follows. One step, and another.

The scene changes.

There are no more trees, no more green with the sun's shine.

At a distance, the waves crash on the sandy shore, their meet with their shore echoing in the silent surroundings.

She looks around and sees it.

The silhouette, now apparent that it was a man, standing with his back to her. He looks unbothered. As if he stole her peace and gave her his unrest in return.

She tries to walk slowly towards, footsteps imprinting on the sand, but the distance never seems to lessen or end.

She tries running, but to no avail.

The waves continue crashing, the footprints continue to get imprinted and the man continues to remain still and silent.

The only change has been in the sky, which is now leaden, dark with humongous clouds.

The thunder begins to cackle.

Once, Twice, Thrice.

She closes her ears with her hands, eyes shut to reduce the impact of the thunderous noise reverberating through every single one of her bones. But the roar keeps getting louder and louder until...

Her eyes snap open, but the echo from her sweven doesn't leave her. She turns around to find her phone ringing, straining her eyes with incredulous bright light (that she forgot to dim). The caller ID is barely registered, but the voice gives away the identity.

It's her sister.

With a flash, all the haze from the peculiar dream gets lost and bubbly happiness takes up the emptied space.

It's their birthday.

The first one since she came here. She had been so busy unknotting the twisted knots of circumstances in which she found herself tangled, that she had forgotten about the once unforgettable occasion of her life.

Maybe she has really lost that childhood she held on so tightly to, she thinks.

But not without a hope. Of a chance to get it back.

Maybe differently.

But the want to relive those carefree days, where the colour of pens you get as gifts, and the decision of who gets the piece of cake with the chocolate masterpiece on it were the only things that held importance. All other worldly, societal woes were secondary, trivial, uncared for.

She wishes her sister and she wishes her back.

3..2..1.. Happy Birthday! To Us!

They scream-whisper together, carrying on the years' long tradition.

The only thing different? They were on their cellulars, ecospheres apart, instead of snuggling and shouting together, and annoying their brother for an entire day.

Subconsciously, a tee-hee escapes her. Thinking about her brother, she takes a look at the clock. Correct 12:03 am on 12th August. If she knows him, he is probably counting the seconds.

At 12:05 am to the dot, another shrill echoes through the silent apartment. Her guess is correct.

On the other side of the screen, sits Idhayan arranging the cake so that Pooja can see the eloquent buttercream designs he has hand made on it.

In the background, there is a blurry motion. It turns out to be Alekhya.

She jumps onto the couch beside their brother, putting an end to his steady concentration.

He makes an irritated face, while she laughs.

And Pooja just watches, giggling alone.

The pang in her chest reminds her, once & once more, about just how much she misses them.

How empty, monochromatic her life is, with all these miles between them.

For the past year, every time any event took a turn for the worse, broke her, or hurt her, she wanted to go back to her safe haven.

The place where the chronicles of her life begun.

Many times, she had found herself convinced (by others as well as her self doubting mind) that she didn't belong here. That she didn't have the calibre, the skills to strive in this fight of dogs, in this race of horses where she felt like a donkey.

Or maybe a snail.

She dreamed of sleeping in her mother's lap when she first found herself in the crossroads of feelings and reason. Making her muddled head clear with words that never crossed the barrier between dream and reality.

When Mrs Martinez died, she imagined herself sitting on the swing, her brother's comfort brownies reduced to messy crumbs, as she let the mountain winds take away the burden of dread that pressed upon her heart.

And the day when Landry's backstab became eminent? She visualized her sister ripping him down, shredding him with knives of words because that's what he deserved.

She knew her father would have made them both coffee like he always did when he came home during breaks from piloting. He would have said a mere few words, which would have been enough for her to see the path ahead.

The mini virtual celebration ends, and the silence settles again. Tendrils of sleep come and go, but never stay.

She is left alone with her thoughts and worries, and a fear of the unknown which is hidden by the curtains of the future.

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The day passes like a swift blowing wind in a desert.

It's quiet, too quiet.

And probably for the first time in her life, she adores it. To be away from the hustle of a celebration, which would have been a noise in the cacophony, given the situation.

To get a period of silence for her thoughts to drift away, to think about the unknown, to predict a make or break.

The pages are turned swiftly by her fingers, one of which is clad with a minimal gold ring, another old ritual of hers.

The library harbours the overworked interns, who are now pushing the boundaries of time to find a way to help their friend out.

Their tired eyes pain with the lack of sleep, coffee fuelling through their veins, and mind engrossed in picking up any clue, any line, any tip that could be supportive for them.

Hours pass, no-one utters a word. Pens run on empty notebooks, hands managing to create only messy scribbles. Black and Blue fill the white as if it never existed.

The clock strikes the end hour.

They all get up.

They go home together, for discussions and relaxation.

At the doorstep, everyone enters before her, while she stands still, too engulfed in worries to notice the happenings.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Confetti pops, her reverie is broken.

The smile shines like a jewel in a priceless necklace.

The arrangements are minimal, just champagne, cake and friends, but that's more than enough for her. To make her forget the dark fog of pessimism.

Maybe there is hope left.

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Second Year:

12th August.

The day that is drifting closer by the minute.

It has always been Alekhya's birthday for her.

On her phone, In her diary, In her mind.

People might regard it as a beautiful flaw of her nature, the flaw of always placing others before herself.

But to her, the instinct seemed natural, obvious. She had never delved into the whys, and she doesn't want to begin now.

For Alekhya, the circumstances became vice-versa.

And this was the beauty of their bond.

Strong, Pure and Selfless.

They never seem to realize that, though.

They hold onto the strings of simplicity, of sweet uncomplexity. And that is what helps them to bridge the gap between siblings and best friends.

After the tumultuous year, that very much resembled the completion of a voyage through the rough Indian Ocean, where storms ravage through days and endless nights, thunders crack, and waves that scale the heights between the ocean and sky to become mountains of water, crash on the feeble pieces of wood barely held together in the form of a boat, coming back to her origin, her hometown is a necessity.

Especially for her to find that normalcy again.

She survived.

Even though she fell, almost drowned, gasped for a breath more times she could count and nearly accepted her fate.

Until that is, the pale faces of the ones she holds close, the endless stream of tears that scale their cheeks, their breaking hearts, came to haunt her in her reverie and prevented her from closing her eyes & from letting that almost undetectable beat of heart stop.

The wishes from last year come back to her. This time, it wasn't virtual anymore. This time, it wasn't just painted in pixels, but written in buttercream letters, one which she could taste.

This time, the hugs weren't just virtual. They were very real, and very needed.

As she sits amidst the bushes of phenomenal florals, she lets her mind project in vivid colours, the extremities of the last year.

Her heart, breaking into tiny glass pieces, not perceived by the eye but sharp enough to draw blood.

The fear of losing and letting so many others lose along.

The coming close and going away, almost kisses and slide of unassuming hands, those which could easily be perceived as a mistake, but were anything but.

Competing in a nameless competition and almost dying in the process.

Getting the lost love back. Slowly, Gradually. (even if it felt too early to call it that)

And then... Her mind stops as the playful tunes start emanating out along with florescent light from the cellular, and the face of the one who has been a regular image of the thoughts that lull her to sleep.

On the other side, his voice is soft.

She can visualize him in the Diagnostics Office, leaning back on his chair.

Most probably on a break.

The new day hasn't even started for him, yet he remembers that it has, for her.

Their talks are interspersed with comfortable silence. For them, just the knowledge that the person on the other side is still there with them is enough.

All through the conversation, she waits.

In a hope that the irrelevant and unimportant date is written in faded letters somewhere in that brilliant mind of his.

As the line approaches its end, talks slowly halt, she feels a faint pang of sadness.

Maybe he doesn't remember it after all.

She bids her farewell, and as his finger hovers close to the end call button, she hears it.

Crystal Clear but still seeming unreal.

Happy Birthday, Pooja.

Her thanks are intermixed with a light giggle, unable to hold back the pleasure that erupts within her, along with the flutter called butterflies in her stomach.

Maybe there is always hope left, after all.

-------

Last year of Residence:

There have been countless moments when she has asked the time to wait, to slow its rushing footsteps that leave no mark behind.

Sometimes it's a beg, while in other vespertine hours, it's a mindless murmur.

This moment is one of them.

When a handful of sand is slowly released on a windy day, the swooshes and swishes carry them away, farther and farther, leave them with no choice but to fly along.

The minutes were being carried away by the same current, where they had no choice but to pass.

No one had the power to hold it, not even the mighties, the richest, the most supreme.

The conditions now extensively mimic the conditions during her first year.

Just this time, it was textbooks on internal medicine and medical procedure instead of ethics.

The wishes that day are hushed, the minimal party comprising of cupcakes and mug cakes and the gang, christened "The Invincibles" after they successfully tackle one hurdle and another but remain strong and together, in their PJs.

It must be one of the first nights since who knows how long when they spent their time doing an activity that doesn't involve colour coded tabs and complicated biological drawings.

And even though some of them make faux complaints about the wasted time, they all needed this break more than they could express.

The morning sun rays filter through the white curtains guarding the windows way too fast, making them unable to pinpoint the exact moment when the black of the night ceased to exist, when the sky became melanocrysus and when the golden took over the entire stretch.

A single text message pushes her to drop the blanket of laziness, the cocoon she inhabited. Getting up and placing a smile has never been as easy as it was now.

Come Over

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The condo is inhabited by a stark silence when she reaches there.

She knocks. The click of the doorknob on the other side is almost instantaneous.

His hand wraps around her waist like a reflex deeply etched in his encephalon. For the first time in forever, their kisses are not chaste. Or momentary.

When he whispers a happy birthday wish against her forehead, that's what she would call intimacy.

The purity of the action touches her heart and makes it swell, with an emotion that she predicts will not remain unnamed any longer.

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First-year as an attending:

The celebratory vibes are in the air today.

Her stride is confident, heels playing a mellow harmony on the shining floors.

No one doesn't recognize her.

The intern who nearly lost her license to the Head of Diagnostics team, it was a journey that had thrown her off-road a million times.

Sometimes the barriers were pinpricks leaving no marks, and sometimes they were boulders crushing her.

And sometimes, one of these on-lookers would tear down her faith by stabbing her from the back, the cowardice of their soul, being mirrored in the blades of those knives of betrayal.

And yet she stands strong, her resolve unperturbed, as she faces the demons, those of others and those of her own.

It's a fight she has been learning to fight since she was eleven.

To curtain her tears with a glow in eyes, to hide the broken heart behind pretty lies. And just like practice makes one perfect, she has almost perfected the art of having to hide the real her inside.

As she passes the numerous congregations, amalgamations of patients and staff, she is greeted by wishes from old acquaintances whose kindness is apparent in their smile and by wishes of employed enemies, whose disinterest or sometimes blatant hate is too, completely apparent in their voice.

But they are not the ones she is worried about.

Interspersed between these two extremities are people who speak kind and in flattery lines with a sword behind their back.

Those who know how to hide their true intentions in the modulations of voice.

Every time she hears a wish where nothing is apparent, her heart stops for a while.

Strings of thought muddle her head and she tries to figure out the reality behind their words.

Sometimes she succeeds, sometimes she fails.

And sometimes she faces vehement opposition of her tired nerves who ask her to stop caring about those who are passing by.

But she never stops.

Her legs carry her to the Diagnostics office.

Her Office.

The swell of pride, of a fulfilment she last felt when she got into Edenbrook, make her head light.

She tries to stop but gives up the efforts soon.

If she has realized something through the twists of lawsuits and turns of almost dying, it is that if you keep waiting for the turns of the clock to approach a "right moment" for a chance to celebrate, you will probably keep waiting your entire life until your breath is being taken away and all that is left are regrets and missed opportunities of happiness.

So she twirls like a princess in her imaginary ball gown, beaming with satisfaction, and taking pride in giving herself the give of success.

Of making her loved ones and herself proud.

She gets so carried away in the train of thoughts, in which one bougie is connected by another, and one more, that she doesn't notice the person who preoccupies the room.

The halt is so sudden, that she almost tumbles upon the man. Almost.

She manages to get hold of herself, her hand on his back.

He turns, eyes meet.

If someone would have asked her what is cosmic, she would have said "The melt of glowing ambers into ice blue." Sure, she has looked into them more times than she can count or recollect. But every time their orbs meet, the reactions the action produces, she can only give the word seraphic to it.

When Ethan left for Amazon, she would often wonder why is she still keeping the lamp of hope alive. His absquatulation broke her, acted like a spark to her over-thinking mind. She would lie on her bed, eyes tracing the same lines on the ceiling above her over and over again, thinking just what she did wrong. She never reached the end of the path though, never really achieved the answer, even after meandering through a hundred courses of thoughts.

But now, she thanks her old self for living through it all. For not letting that lamp extinguish. For keeping it safe in a little corner of the labyrinths of her heart. Wordlessly, she hugs him, the plethora of emotions becoming quite too much to be expressed in minute syllables.

His whisper next to her ears, the innocently simplistic words induce a shiver in her spine.

But the last word.

4 letters, 1 word.

It hangs in the air like a diamond necklace around a maiden's neck. Like a tiny pendant that shines brighter than all elaborate jewels, all lengthy anecdotes.

It's enough, more than enough for her.

And as their smiles slowly spread like the slow rise of the golden sun, gently letting the rays spread through the humble earth. And those smiles, they shine together, brighter than the Sirius.

Happy Birthday, Love.

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Her casual gown, bearing floral patterns, flutters along with the soft grass, she feels a sense of wonder. Whether at the shimmering moon, the stardust spread through the stretch in the woods, or at the simplicity of her surroundings, she does not know.

Her unassuming footsteps walk slow, observant of her surroundings. After walking down the trail, she stops at the clearance.

At a distance, something shines under the silver moonbeams. Her mind beckons her to return back, but her intuition asks her to move on. She listens to the latter's plea.

A small cuboidal box and a bunch of white tulips lay peacefully out of place. She usually would have left it, just in case it was a trap.

But this time curiosity overtook reason and she picks the bouquet up. A small note amidst her favourite flowers.

I love you

No name. No initials. But she knew exactly who had written it. Not because he was the one who asked her to come here, in the heaven hidden amidst the chaos, but because those flourishes of his fanciful lettering would never escape her notice. Even if the only source of luminance was distant fairy lights on trees and the faint moonbeams.

Her eyes travel away from the articles. At a distance, the silhouette stands. The same silhouette from her sweven. But this time, there is no restlessness, no rush, no tension in the air. No thunder cackles and no waves crash. This time the silhouette waits for her, unlike the last time when it was her waiting for him.

He turns, only the shine of his orbs visible. And the shadow of the gorgeous smile that dances on his lips. The last time, his stone mask was too heavy, too powerful for any of them to break or move.

But this time? This time, the mask has fallen off, it has met the end of its existence.

He comes closer, the shadow now a clear image. He goes and picks up the cuboid and hands it to her.

"Open it" He whispers in a soft voice, that disappears as soon as it appears.

She takes it and opens it, as per his words. Everything is perfect and normal.

Except for the space in the middle.

Something sparkles, in silver lustre. Her first instinct is, Diamond? She decided to pick it up

It's a key.

She looks up to him, bewildered. Is it what she thinks it is?

Move-in with me?

She places the box of chocolates down, the key held tight in her fist.

And then she kisses him.

She doesn't have to speak a word, but he understands. After all, why would two intertwined hearts need verbal responses to know what the other one feels?

Only his home, can fill the brick walls of his house with love, and make it a home.

------

They both lay side by side on the lush grass, hands intertwined, hearts beating in unison, silence filling their souls like air fills their lungs.

They look at the stars and the moon. Or more appropriately, the gaze at the starry screen, but the mind plays significant moments from their time together.

Pooja's mind however thinks about the four of her birthdays since she set foot in Boston. The mundane softness of them, contrasting all the birthdays she has had in the rest of her years.

The photo frame of the interns from the first year. The group video call, her life from the second year. The PJ party from the third year. And the key from the fourth.

They are puzzle pieces of the saga of her life, the absence of friends from early years, the gap, the void now filled.

And after years of searching, she thinks she has finally found it. Hidden in the normality, the simplicity, the mundanity of life.

Happiness.

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Post-Partum Taboo

There is some weird taboo about talking about post-partum struggles. This is my third kid, and I'm just now comfortable with sharing my stories that I have accumulated throughout the years of carrying children.

With each child, post-partum presented differently. Faith was anxiety attacks and fear of driving with her. Zakk was extreme depression to the point of an incident that I almost couldn't take back. Arabella has been paranoia.

Faith was an easy baby, she is the apple of my eye, and is who made me a mother. She molded me. She was always cheerful, never cried, and just all-around fun. My delivery with her didn't go without its faults. Their dad's birth mother came to the hospital and caused a very large scene after finding out that we were married, had she been active in his life, she would've been a part of it. The scene she caused was so large that security had to put a passcode on my room for ANY visitors. I was in a good place mentally when I had her even though I was 18. My marriage with her father was good, and we were in love. He was present for the first three months until he left for basic training. On March 11th, 2014, is when things would change. I had gone from just graduating, to a mother, to a full adult with responsibilities, to a military spouse and parenting alone. Having to prepare to move on our own was a whirlwind that I had unexpected. I had so much I needed to do with the government including going on base to DEERS for my ID, enrolling our daughter and myself into Tricare (shitty insurance btw). It all became too much, and I started to have routine panic attacks especially over driving. I talked to my doctor and was put on Zoloft and Xanax. Things were getting better and weaned myself off. I was doing amazing.

Zakkary was very difficult from the start. I had severe hyperemesis which resulted in issue with my thyroid. In between having Faith and getting pregnant with Zakkary a lot had happened. There will be a separate more in-depth blog post for those things surrounding my first marriage now that court is over, and I'm free to speak freely. Long story short, their father got involved with drugs while in the military and I had no idea until it was too late. He went AWOL from the military, and of course my dumb ass protecting him, allowed him back into the home of my family's. During my pregnancy, he wasn't there mentally although he was physically. He was working multiple jobs; getting fired one after the other. The military caught up with him and he was gone during the delivery of our son. My delivery with him was so traumatic and he almost died from shoulder dystocia. He was stuck in my birth canal for 5 minutes before they could get him out, stating it was either my hips or his clavicle they were going to break. He was so traumatized that he nursed for three consecutive hours. I had to go through this on my own. It wasn't until after Zakk was a few months old that their dad was released from the military jail/military. He came back and I thought he had been clean, he was not. Here I was raising yet another kid alone with a baby that cried around the clock. One day when their dad was off at work, I mentally had enough, and I grabbed the blanket to begin suffocating my helpless son. After a literal second, I snapped out of it, and sobbed for hours rocking and apologizing to my baby who didn't understand. I swore that it would never get that bad again, and I immediately went to my doctor for help. I was suffering from post-partum depression. It was after that I realized that the issue was not my baby, it was my husband.

Arabella has been by far the missing piece that I have needed. She is the light of all of our lives. It's crazy that after leaving my ex-husband 5 years ago that I didn't want any more children because I cannot picture my life without her. My pregnancy with her was only rough because of the hyperemesis. During my pregnancy, I made the decision that she was it, I wanted no more biological children. IF we wanted more, we have discussed adoption or fostering children. Due to the shoulder dystocia, I had to have a c-section, although it was planned, I found it traumatizing. During the entire surgery, I cried. I cried because it was new, I was scared I wouldn't make it off the table, that I would bleed out due to my severe anemia. All these thoughts rushed my brain while I was gutted like a pig on the table. My fiancé was great throughout the procedure, before and after, he was my calm during the storm. He was reassuring, and supportive. Everything I needed during the delivery of Zakkary. Yet, I still bawled the entire time. This was it, there were no more after this. Due to her being a c-section and not vaginal, she wasn't lucky enough to squeeze the fluids out of her body naturally in the birth canal. She would choke randomly sending her father and I flying out of bed to suction it out of her. The nurses reassured us that this was normal, however they don't know how vast my fear of choking is due to the loss of my baby brother. I was great with the idea of her being our last until after we got home, and I was constantly paranoid that something was going to happen to her. Silent panic set in, and I knew I needed help. I contacted my doctor right away, and we moved quickly. I've been on Zoloft for a few months, and although the panic is still there, it doesn't keep me up at night anymore. I'm not as scared to drive with her in the car, even though I still won't drive at night. I'm not as scared that she will die of SIDS or choke. I don't have this cement block sitting on my chest, and it feels refreshing.

Please, if you are experiencing any symptom of post-partum anxiety or depression, reach out to someone for help. It saved my life, and all three of my children lives. I urge you to force those words out of your mouth. Don't brush it off and assume it will go away. Don't think it's not a big deal. Don't not talk about it because for some reason you are shamed for doing so. Take my stories and see how it can almost end. I'm alive to tell my stories, and I want so badly for you to be also. It is okay to be on medication for the rest of your life, and it is also okay to wean off when you're ready. Pair you medication with an outlet to get it out, whether that be journaling, therapy, blogging or vlogging. I am a better mother because of my postpartum struggles, and you are also.

#postpartum #unpackitwithashleigh #take care of yourself

[1a-imagines]

Bunny band-aid.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya

Overview: You cant seem to catch a break lately and to top it all off you end up getting hurt! Luckily a cute hero is here to help patch you up!

A/n: Me and my friend were talking about dekus red bags that he keeps attached to his hips. She asked what i thought he keeps in them and i said probably first aid stuff and that spiralled into a long conversation about how cute it would be if he had little cartoon/bunny band-aids that he would give to people.

And well- how could I pass that up?

"Why does this always happen to me?" You whined as you hopped around your small apartment, simultaneously pulling up your skirt as you tried to slather your toast with butter.

This morning you had received an angry call from your boss, yelling at you to get in as soon as you could. They were slammed and ,sure, you could imagine that must be stressful for any boss but it feels like your boss in particular was a ticking time bomb.

It was best not to get on his bad side, and so you didn't argue with him about the fact it was suppost to be your one day off.

You also had to ignore all the angry texts from your family for having to cancel on dinner with them yet again. How many times did that make it now? 6? You felt like the worst person ever for letting them down so many times, but your work just kept getting in the way!

You keep telling yourself you'll make it up to them, but you never have the time.

You could feel yourself slowly breaking down but you put on your brave face knowing that you'd only be in more trouble if you showed up at work crying.

You quickly finished your toast and downed your coffee before grabbing your bag and rushing out the door. You ran down the stairs until you reached the street, almost tumbling over a few times.

Your job wasn't too far- if you were quick you could make it in 10 minutes and maybe your boss wouldn't fire you?

So you ran.

You ran all the way down the street, narrowly avoiding other pedestrians and jumping over a few stray cats. You felt like you were running so fast that stopping seemed impossible. Your legs were going faster than you could keep up with. This is the sheer amount power and fear your boss held over you.

What a jerk.

Just as you were running past the park you felt one of your feet get caught on a loose pavement slab. Your eyes went wide as a gasp escaped your lips. Your whole body flew forward and you watched helplessly as the ground beneath you got closer.

You held out your hands and closed your eyes, bracing for the impact. You grunted in pain when your body inevitably hit the hard concrete. You had fallen so hard that your body had even bounced off the ground and skidded to a harsh stop.

That was it.

That was the breaking point. You didn't even have the energy to push yourself up. You lay there, your knees and hands stinging as you let the tears run down your cheeks.

Why was the world so against you lately? Have you done something wrong? Did you really deserve this harsh fate?

Personally, you liked to think you always tried your best. That you gave everything you all and you always went out of your way to help people. Overall, you were a pretty good person.

So why has fate decided to punish you lately?

You forced yourself to push your body up onto your backside and that's when you noticed the contents of your bag had also spilled out onto the ground.

Great…

You sniffled and rubbed your stinging cheek to rid yourself of the tears "Why can't I catch a break…" you muttered solemnly.

Once you had finished your pity party you figured it would be best to push yourself up, but before you could move, the sound of fast paced steps coming in your direction caught your attention.

You saw a boy in a green costume running up to you. When he finally reached you he knelt down, his big eyes filled with worry. He was panting a bit too, showing he must have ran over to you pretty fast.

"Are you ok!? I'm so sorry I couldn't catch you! I saw you fall from across the park and ran as fast as I could." He apologized so sincerely it sounded as if he completely blamed himself for your fall. You were about to say that it was ok but he gasped, successfully cuttinf you off.

"You're bleeding!!" You followed his gaze to your hands and knees.

He was right, You most certainly were bleeding. However, that much was to be expected after such a harsh fall like that. It wasn't a whole lot though, Most of them were just scrapes, but they still stung.

"Hold still! I have some first aid on me. I'll clean and bandage it up for you!" He said, reaching into the red bags strapped to his hips and pulling out a bottle, a cloth, and some bandages.

"You're a hero?" You tilted your head. The costume, plus carrying first aid, made you guess he was. Although you had never seen him before, was he new? You were a pretty big hero fan and you had a feeling you would've remembered someone like him. He smiled softly as he poured the gauze onto the piece of cloth he had.

"Sort of… I'm in training." He paused and looked up into your eyes. "This might hurt a bit, if it hurts too bad just tell me to stop, ok?"

You nodded your head. He was so gentle and reassuring. If he was the future of heroes then it greatly comforted you. The hero society could really use people like him right now. Especially after All Might's retirement.

You hissed in pain when the liquid hit your open wound. Even though you were no longer a little kid it was still one of the worst pains in the world to have to clean up scrapes with that unholy liquid.

It hurt, but didn't want to stop him. He was being so careful and gentle with the way he applied it, it would've been kind of nice if it wasn't burning like a bitch.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on saving people who actually need it right now?" You asked, your voice sounded more bleak and horse than you liked. You could hear the hopelessness in your own voice and you didn't like it. He looked back up at you, that same small smile was still on his lips, had it ever left?

He stared deep into your eyes and it almost made your heart stop for a moment. "What kind of hero would I be if I left a pretty girl crying in the middle of the street?"

"Crying?" You reached up to feel your cheek. You were still crying? You hadn't even noticed. He had been distracting you from all the sadness of your life with just his smile alone. It was incredible…

Wait, did he call you pretty!?

"It must hurt, I know, but don't worry, I'll fix you right up!" He said.

He thought you were crying because of the pain? The pain wasn't so bad, nothing you couldn't handle anyway. These tears were from stress, from holding everything back for so long.

Though you weren't about to tell him that.

You watched him bandage up your hands which seemed to have taken the most damage from the fall. How could you work with bandages all over your hands? You were so going to get fired.

It was kind of sad that despite being hurt, all you could think about was inconveniencing your boss. It was an unhealthy mind set to have.

"What's your name?" His voice broke through your thoughts.

"Oh! Uh- Y/n." You replied shyly, the embarrassment crying in front of him was starting to seep in. You turned your head away when you felt your cheeks heating up. You'd never really been a person to cry in front of people. So this was really embarrassing for you.  

"S-so, what about you? What's the name of my new hero?" You glanced over to him with a lopsided, bashful smile.

You saw him freeze at the sound of being called your hero, his cheeks turning the same shade as yours. Maybe even more so.

"O-oh, It's D-Deku." He stuttered out a reply as he finished wrapping up your hands.

He put the bottle and cloth back into the bags on his hips and pulled out a few bandaids. He took the paper off it and placed them over the scrapes on your knees.

"There! All done!" He pulled back and that's when you noticed the pattern on the bandaid. It had little bunnies on it!

'That's so adorable!' You inwardly squealed. Who would've guessed a hero would be carrying something as cute as this!

It made you gush.

"Thank you so much!" Ever since meeting him you had really perked up. Somehow, he had washed your worries away, maybe all you had really needed was to know that someone cared about you? That you weren't so alone?

Or maybe it was simply because it was the first nice encounter you've had in months! Which was saying a lot since you're legs and hands are currently bleeding.

He soon stood up, offering you a hand and pulling you up too.

"It's nothing! Really! You don't have to thank me!" He waved his hands in front of him shyly. It was like he wasn't used to people wanting to repay him.

Deku grabbed all the items that had fallen out of your bag and brushed the dirt off them before handing them back.

In all honesty, heroes were something a lot of people took for granted, but it was times like these that made you realise they were humans too.

His gesture may have been small but he had still made a big impact on your mood and on your day. You wanted to show your gratitude. After all, he didn't really have to come help you. Hero or not, he still could have walked away or ignored it.

"No! Really! I want to repay you somehow!" He had somehow made you feel the first thread of happiness- or was it hopefulness? That you had felt it for a while. It was so refreshing and he had helped you more than he was probably aware of.

Maybe there was also a small part of you that wanted to selfishly spend more time with him too. He was like a sudden breath of fresh air in your life and you weren't willing to let that go so easily.

"How about I buy you lunch?" You asked with a smile.

You phone began buzzing in your pocket and that's when you remembered you had work!! You pulled out your phone and upon seeing your boss's caller ID you felt your heart freeze. You could only imagine how pissed off he must be right now.

You looked up to see the worried face of your new hero, he must have caught on that something was wrong. Did he really care about you that much? You were nothing more than an acquaintance to him, and yet seeing you frown was clearing upsetting him too.

The world really did need more people like him.

You weren't sure where this sudden boldness had come from but you declined the call, and like that, weight on your shoulder was lifted. You shoved your phone away.

You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel a bit special

You'll deal with the consequences later.  

You smiled up at him. "Are you free right now?"

"Actually, I finish my patrol duty in 10 minutes." He replied. "If you don't mind waiting for a bit, then I'd love to get lunch with you!"

You shook your head.

You didn't mind waiting at all. You'd happily wait days, weeks even, to spend more time with your new hero. Something in your heart was telling you to get to know him better- to not let him go so easily.

Maybe fate was finally giving you the break you so desperately wanted?

"Great! Then wait here and I'll be back as soon as I can, ok?" He smiled so brightly you could practically feel the warmth radiating from it.

"It'll be my treat! To make up for not catching you in time!" He declared before running off, not giving you time to fight him on it.

You were supposed to be the one repaying him but it seemed he was now treating you to a meal instead, and you had a feeling that he wasn't going to stand down from it either.

You sighed happily and clutched your bag to your chest as you stared down at the cute bunny band aids that decorated your skin.

"Maybe today will be a good day after all."

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha scenario #bnha scenarios #bnha midoriya #mha x reader #mha #mha imagines #mha izuku #izuku x reader #midoriya izuku #mha midoriya #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #bnha requests #bnha x reader #mha scenario #mha scenarios #mha headcanons

[randomsevans]

maid to be part 3

Ransom made his way back to his family with a small smile due to you being on your mind . He slipped into the living room , where his family were waiting for him . The food long forgotten and not eaten  in the room next door .As most of the family were stood up with a glass of what ever drink was going around . 

Ransom didn't want to hear the pathetic whines from his mother nor his uncle . So he made his way over to the corner , where he spotted his younger cousins Jacob and Megan . Yes he hated his family , but his cousins was the most bearable .With Megan hating the family just as much as him , and well Jacob just sits their quietly on his phone ... so Ransom never really fought with him , Apart from this one time when Jacob made his way upstairs and almost caught you and Ransom . But Ransom played it off by shouting at both you and Jacob in his cruel dickhead way .But of course you didn't take it to heart , it wasn't the first nor the last time  he acted that way to you with his family around . 

Ransom sighted , straightening his blue knitted sweater before sitting down on the oversized ,chair , that was so unconformable . He moved around on the seat , eventually getting some what comfortable places his armed on each side , bring one of his fist to lean against 

“is she okay ?” Megan looked up  from her college book for a second to Ransom , only to go back to it 

“huh !” Ransom responded , tired from his family already , he had some much on his mind , and you were at the front of it as always , as well as the pressure he already feels from soon to be a father . 

“Y/N is she okay ?” Megan asked once again closing her book , Megan made it her job to know all the helps names , she didnt like having other on her beck and call , and calling them “the help “ 

Ransom decided to play dumb and show off his arsehole personal “who ? the maid “ 

Megan glared at him in annoyance “you know their have names right Hugh , not just maids or the help “

Ransom just simple shrugged his shoulders “oh well “

“why did you even help her , she only hurt her self a little i dont see you do that with anyone ?” she narrowed her eyes at him , it caught the attention  of Jacob bring his head from his phone looking from one cousin to the other 

“oh well you know me Meg i see something pretty , i wanted it and i take it “ he let out a little  dry chuckle “its amazing how a girl can open up to you if you show them a little bit of kindest “ Ransom smug smile played  happily on his face . 

Megan looked at him in disgust and her face scrunched up , while Jacob snicked at his older cousin “your disgusting Hugh , she would never go any where near you , she actual has self respect you know !”

Ransom chuckled at his self , if only she knew , if only all his family knew , That you were indeed already his , and he is your ever since he wanted you , he couldn't get enough , he never looked at another girl since , and that was well a year ago . But Megan was right you do have self respect which is why you wanted nothing to do with Ransom at first , but after months , And Ransom means MONTHS , 4 long ones , you finally agreed to allow him to take you on a simple date . You didn't wanted anything fancy or expensive . So you and Ransom spent your first of many dates at a park , just simple walking and talking . 

“sure its never stop me before i always break them in the end . And its RANSOM and the help calls me ...

“HUGH ! yeah i know “ Megan said getting up from her seat . “ you really are vile piece of work “ she barked as she walked away exiting the room 

“why thank you very much “ Ransom said amused , watching Megan walk towards the kitchen . His eyebrows shoot up curiosity , as his lips tighten 

“why does she need to go into the kitchen ?“ 

Ransom shot up and made his way back to the kitchen he was in moments ago . 

as he  got closer he heard mumbles of voice , as he hide around the corner 

“ i mean it y/n “  megan’s voice boomed 

ransom sighed shaking his head “what is she still doing down stairs she needs to be up there resting “

Ransom heard you delicate laugh that fluttered his heart  , he took  a quick glance and saw you standing at the sink , with your hands in the water , scrubbing away at a plate  “god she never listen , so stubborn ,she  needs to learn that its not just her she needs to look after now its our baby too “

“dont you think i know that Megan “ you giggled 

“y/n his a fuck boy okay , if you let him near you , he will use you and then leave you and move on to the next chase “

Ransom let out a snicker , but he couldn't blame his cousin he was indeed like that ,   that was before you , and Ransom hoped and prayed you knew he would never leave you especial now you and him were staring a family together 

“ Megan i know okay “ you dawned out “ i promise okay im not foolish enough to follow under the charm of  Hugh Drsysale okay “

 A smug devilish smile came to Ransom lips as he thought “but thats exactly what you did ! look at my girl lying so well , im rubbing of on her , well  she is growing a miniature version of me anyway “

if you had told Ransom a year ago that he would be in love and looking forwards to becoming a father , he would of laughed in your face , And if you said it was to the help well , you would simple end up in ER by the end of it . 

“ but y/n he has he eye on you “ megan stated 

and i was true , and its all Ransom would until his last breath 

“hes not going to st... “ 

“Who has an eye on y/n “ Joni interpreted her daughter as she stumbled in the kitchen from the other entrance 

“who is y/n anyway ?” she asked , megan pointed towards you as she rolled her eyes at her tipsy mom “oh the help ... who would want you “ she snarled . Ransom felt his blood began to boil at the way Joni was speaking to his girl 

“Ransom “ Megan simple answer . You cheeks become blushed with embarrassment , as you turned away from the sink , and began fiddling with the end of your apron and you become nervous . Ransom wanted nothing more then to wrap you in his arms and take you home , To spend the rest if the day sleep on the couch as Ransom babbles on about plans for the baby . As much as he tries to hide it Ransom cant help but be exited over the baby . That why his is so protective because if anything happened to you or the baby Ransom would loss the only happiness he has ever known . 

“pfff Ransom is many thing , a low life is one of them . But at least he has taste he wouldn't dare for for a fat , trampy ...” 

 before Joni could finish Ransom busted into the kitchen 

“say one more thing about me or her , and ill knock the Botox of your  face “ Ransom snarled ,fist  formed on his side . As everyone in the room , you , Megan , Joni and the rest of the help looked at him with wide eyes 

“pfff what ever you'll just get the STDs “ Joni wobbled 

“MOTHER !” megan shouted 

“you should know , how many people you passed it on to “ Ransom rage showing , as he stood right in front of Joni blocking her view of either you or Meg 

“WHY YOU LITTLE .....” Joni began to screech at the top of her lungs 

“What is going on in here !” Richard voice boomed throughout the kitchen , everyone glanced his way , seeing the rest of family moving into the kitchen 

“nothing “ megan answered as she went closer to you 

“pff doesn't sound like nothering “ Linda snirked downing the rest of her drink placeing her glass on the counter . starring at her son , who was clealry anger , as he starred daggeres towrads Joni with his fist still by his side turning white 

“son whats going on ?” Richard asks 

“yes id like to know that to “Walt questioned placing his hands on his hips  

Joni lened away from Ransom as her lip began to tremble “ i ... i dont know .. he just started ... on me “ Joni was trying to act all innocent , but it wasnt working on anyone as there all snirked , giggled with “ oh god “    “ here we go “    “ who is ready for the preference of a life tme “    “ oh mother “ 

But Ransom only lerned down towards his aunts ear , so only she could hear him “ i mean it joni say one more thing and ill tell Harlan were Megans college money realy goes “ he barked . 

Joni slapped Ransom full force around the face . The whole room fell slight , watching Rasom  wipe the little blood , form the small cut on his  bottom lip . Ransom smiple nodded his head and wnet to step forward with his fist ready , he didnt care if you were his family , his aunt , a women , she insuled his girl , called her fat when she is carrying his child . 

But just before Ransom could swing , you stepped inbetween Ransom and Joni , placing a hand on his chest while the other wrapped your hand around his fist and brung it down . While she starred into his blue eyes , that were iceberge forced on Joni , only to glance down at you and soft in to the blue ocean , that flashed with , conserin , guilt and above all love 

As the two of you stood there locked eyes with each other , the family looked at you two of you, squinting there eyes , amazed and confrussed on how you so easily calmed down  the short tempered , play boy . Harlan was rolled into the kitchen by Martha he looked around his family . He heard the screaming of couse , but he was beyonded confused on how silent his family , were as there all looked at Ransom . Harlans once eyebrows shoot up , at the way Ransom was looking at you . He shot at look up to Matha , who shrugged not knowing herself

“ oh great his fuckin the help “ Walt broke the silents lifting his armes in the air , shaking his head 

“fucked a baby into her too “ Ransom snarles , with a lovly smile , as he looked upon your shocked face , eyes wide month wide open . He just told everyone your biggest screate , you didnt know if you was to be anger at him or found it all funny . But how could you be mad at him and he locked eyes wit you stoking your cheek , as one hand went to you small blowed stomach , with love and effection . the room was quickly filled with screams , shouting and gasped 

“what !”

“HUGH RANSOM DRSYALDLE “ 

“hes joking right !” 

“that explain why his being acting weird “ 

“oh just like him to do that i bet she not the only one his knocked up “

“the help , and our family !”

“ you better be fuckin lying “ 

“OH SON !”

“SHE PROBABLY LIED TO HIM FOR THE MONEY !” 

“hes not fit to be  a father “

“there better get ride of it , “

“ Are you fuckin kidding me the help “ 

“so much of not going near him “

“of couse shes up the duff “

“ i never knew his stands where so low 

“really y/n “ 

you and ransoms just starred at each other slowing giggling with each other , that quickly turned into a booming laugh from the pair of you . the family grew slight , snarking at you and Ransom childish behaviour. While Ransom grabbed your hand , interwinding your fingers , as he gave you a knowing look , you simple nodded knowing what he was going to do  Moments later . You and Ransom were ranning through the halls of the manner , as Ransom held tight your hand as he dragged you behind him heading towards the front door , ignoring the shouts of the mad family 

END

But may add an odd one shot or two to the story in the future

#ransom #ransom thrombey imagine #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom x you #knives out #ransom x reader #ransom x y/n

[famous-aces]

Uesugi Kenshin

Who: 上杉 謙信 (Uesugi Kenshin)

What: Samurai and daimyō

Where: Japanese (active in Japan)

When: February 18, 1530 – April 19, 1578

(Image Description: a photo of a statue of Uesugi at the Uesugi Jinja Shrine in Yonezawa, Japan; a shrine dedicated to Uesugi and a major tourist attraction. It shows a clean-shaved, square-jawed man with a flat nose and a serious brow.  He is wearing traditional Japanese armor and a tall conical hat. He sits with his legs apart and holds a katana, there is another katana at his waist. End ID.)

Uesugi was one of the most gifted and powerful military figures in 16th century Japan, so talented and unstoppable his followers used to call him the God of War. There was even rumor he was the avatar for his beloved Bishamonten (毘沙門天), the Buddhist god of war and punisher of evildoers.

He is well known in Japan as the epitome of an honorable samurai, an intelligent and noble warrior, a brilliant strategist, a skillful and thoughtful ruler of the Echigo Province, and his dedication to restoring order to the Kantō region, and the heated rival of Takeda Shingen and Oda Nobunaga. Among Uesugi's other nicknames was Dragon of Echigo, which is equally badass.

He won military fame extremely young, going to war at age 14, gaining status as warlord by 18, he overthrew his brother (reluctantly but did what was right for his people) by 19, and reunified the Province his brother allowed to be fractured and fall into chaos by age 22. He matched his prowess on the battlefield with his ability to govern off of it, improving life for the people of Echigo.  He was given the additional role of Kantō Kanrei by his adopted Uesugi clan (he was born to the Nagao family) (a kanrei (管領) being the Shōgun's deputy and the Kantō Kanrei being one of only two such positions).

He died enroute to one final showdown against Oda Nobunaga, either of illness, alcoholism, or by assassination. He is still a huge pop culture icon in Japan featuring in many, many different pieces of media and memorialized in monuments. Since 1926 in Jōetsu there has been a Kenshin Festival (Kenshin Kousai).

Probable Orientation: Aroace (also very possibly a trans man. He was described as being petite in appearance and his chronic stomach illnesses may have been due to period pains as there is some documentation they reoccurred monthly. A contemporaneous doctor said Uesugi died of uterine cancer.  His remains were also spirited away and hidden. However there would be no reason for his family to conceal a daughter [they already had two boys] and he was raised as a son. But there are strong arguments for it.)

Samurai could be quite randy and the positions within the shōgunate were hereditary, so male heirs were important. Sex was encouraged, but Uesugi was so chaste people noticed it. His heirs were all adopted. He had no wife nor harem and while gay relationships were neither unheard of nor discouraged he didn't engage in those either. He was utterly disinterested and, as far as I can find, he died without any sexual encounters or romantic relationships.  I have seen some note saying that he was trusted by the shōgun around his harem, which he did not extend to any other man, this could be proof that Uesugi was afab or it could be that the shōgun knew his underling well enough that he wasn't worried about having the asexual Uesugi Kenshin around his concubines. Or both. I vote both.

(image description: a brightly colored urushi-e (woodblock print) from Edo period artist Torii Kiyomasu I, it shows a famous showdown between Takeda Shingen and Uesugi Kenshin in the fourth Battle of Kawanakajima. On the left is Takeda who looks furious and awaits the charging Uesugi with only a fan. Uesugi is on a black horse and charges him carrying a sword. Uesugi is clean-shaven and has those same serious eyebrows as he did in the statue.  The print is very stylized and disproportionate and emotional.)

#lgbtq #queer #asexual #ace #history #aromantic #aro #trans #japan #asia #soldiers #uesugi kenshin #16th century #politicians

[stanofstan-blog]

takes one to know one

Relationships: none {so far ;) }

Warning(s): idk, guns, slightly sassy Tony

Word Count: 1510!

Authors Note: this is for @iron-man-bingo ! The prompt is ‘Secret Agent AU’. Also, I’ve started watching MacGyver- so its that but Tony Starked.

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Straightening his collar and staring down the long ballroom, a smirk came to lips that had told plenty of lies over the years. Tony Stark in all his glory, masquerading as one 'Sebastian Vincent' all for the sake of a diamond ring that he had a very keen eye on. Tony Stark was much more well known around the community as a thief and an excellent one at that. Even though he had been clocked by various armed forces and agencies, Anthony Stark had one thing going for him. The sheer ability to lie out of his ass. "Jarvis, how we going buddy?" The voice in his ear responded immediately. 'Going great, Sir, everyone seems to be unaware of your presence and as of who you are. The door to the vault is guarded, and there is a fingerprint assess to get into the vault itself. The case may be rigged.' Tony nodded to himself and grabbed a flute of champagne, effortlessly blending into the crowd. Tony had an affinity for blending in with people, making easy chatter. He could read people far too easily. He was a spy gone rogue, and that was the only way he had gotten into the thievery business- and thus far not got taken in.

Unbeknownst to Tony, he had eyes on his back. It was the first time he hadn't spotted someone tailing him, and when he realised he would be rather upset he had missed the handsome man who had been staring at him. He took a sip from the flute of champagne, observing the crowd before setting the glass down, shedding his jacket and straightening his posture, sweeping one of the stainless steel serving plates from the table and passing one of the waiters, who didn't notice anything off or unfamiliar about him. Why would he when there were so many new staff members floating about for the main purpose of the event? Tony smiled to himself as he slipped into the back supply closet, closing the door behind him and clicking the lock. Tony hadn't come with any fancy tools, but he had learned how to improvise from what was seen as the best. His father. He had always thought it odd that Howard taught him all of these abstract methods of survival. Then after he had died he had learnt why at sixteen, when he was recruited into the agency his father had been in. He had lasted there a while before he turned to thievery. It was much more fun.

Tony had always been a brainbox for a kid. Always trying to impress his father, show him just what he could do even if his father made no plans to actually take care of what he was doing. With finishing MIT at the age of 15, it wasn't a surprise he would end up somewhere either on the good team or the bad team. But then again, Tony had his own side. The 'morally corrupt, but not too much because I steal from the rich guys' side. He closed his eyes and took a breather. Now was no time to get all reminiscent. It was work time and time for that diamond ring to be in his possession. Tony liked fancy and extravagant pieces to show off to his company, the devious and the divine lot of them, and from his research, the ring was valued to be the second most expensive diamond in the world. Tony already had the first. A blue diamond to match his favourite car. How fitting.

Tony got to work, looking around the storage room. Of course, he could try and persuade the host to let him have a look at the ring before the auction started, but that ran far too great of a risk. Of course, for Tony, it would be all fun and games- but he wanted to do it the proper way this time. He needed to get the security guard away from the door where the vault was contained. Easy enough. Interfere with equipment. All he needed was a magnetic field and.. bingo. He grabbed a battery from inside one of the handheld mixers that was being stored in the room, along with one of the cake wire cutters. He loosened up the wire and ripped it from the frame, winding it around the battery and smiling at the familiar buzzing sound. He held it tight in one hand, picking up a tray and venturing out of the kitchen. He neared the door, giving two female guests a charming smile and offering them champagne, having to refrain from chuckling as he heard the quiet exclamation of 'shit' from the guard at the door, who had just ripped his earpiece out, turning to storm to his boss, Tony was guessing. He winked at the girls and disappeared behind the door, still unaware of the eyes tracking his every move.

Tapping the side of his glasses, he gave Jarvis visuals on what he was seeing, glad for the AI he had developed, and the fact that technology was something he was highly gifted at. It made everything that little bit easier. Tony had already lifted a print, and from what Jarvis had gathered that was all he would need to get into the vault. He carried the tray past unsuspecting guards. He should have had to have an ID card to get in at the door, after all. He pushed his way into the room where the vault was located according to floor plans and stepped into a room that looked just like an ordinary lounging room, fitted with a fireplace and all. He knew better. Setting the tray down he looked around the room, eyes landing on the centrepiece of the room. A forgery of van Gogh. Tony had done better paintings than the forgery was himself as a child, and he had never very much been gifted in any of the arts. Anyone could imitate art. No promises of it being good, however.

He slowly pulled on the painting, rolling his eyes as it opened up on hinges. Typical. He walked through the doorway and up to the scanner and paused. Oh. Not a good sign, it was a full handprint scanner. Of course, he could go back to his original idea- and the easier idea, less risky- of persuading the seller to let him see the ring, but instead he went his own way. Now any good spy- and thief- knows if you scrape plaster from a wall and dust it onto the scanner, cover your hand with material and apply the slightest amount of pressure, you have about a 95% chance of tricking the scanner into thinking you were the last person to use it. As for the 5% chance of it failing- you just had to hope that permissions hadn't been taken away from the last person to use it, or you didn't slip and accidentally register your own fingerprints into a system. Tony let out a sigh of relief as the door clicked open, and there was a small box with silver clasps on it, just daring him to open it. So he did. No alarms went off, and the silence was almost deafening. The beating of his heard made up for the silence, though. The adrenaline rush he got from this was unparalleled. And Tony had jumped from buildings for funsies.

Picking the small pillow box up that contained the ring, he flipped the lid open to look at the blue diamond, and the alarms started blaring. "Balls. Jarv, how many incoming." He tucked the box in his inside pocket, waiting on an answer from the AI as he hopped from the vault, picking up the serving tray and knocking the flutes from it with a crash. 12 gauge stainless steel. Enough to stop the standard issue guns he had seen the guards had on them. A guy with two guns rounded the corner. "Listen up buttercup, I know you guys are paid to-" He held the serving plate up as he ran across to the large couch, landing behind it and flattening himself. He took in a few gulps of air. "protect this, but it really wasn't worth the pain." He sprung up, hurling the serving plate like a frisbee, wincing as it made contact with his neck, Tony watching him fall to the floor. He left the room and broke out into a jog.

Hopping over the bannister of the stairs he made a run for the front doors, hopping into a car that the valet had just pulled up, unaware to the figure in the back seat. He was smiling to himself as he put his foot down on the accelerator pedal. Knowing people would be quick on his tail, he pulled up at the marina, hopping into the first boat Jarvis could hack into. "God bless technology." He twisted as he heard someone else get onto the boat, catching a glimpse of blonde hair before he was knocked unconscious.

#iron man bingo 2019 #writing #tony stark #iron man #ironman #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fandom #avengers fandom #avengers #mystery man following tony is steve ;) #the stony warrior in my jumped out

[pbandjesse]

My stomach hurts really bad right now. So I am going to lay down soon. But today's been a pretty nice day. Did not feel like a day off though.

I hate that my stomach hurts again. My stomach hurt really bad last night and after James friends left it didn't really stop. I washed my face and that helped cool me down at least. But it took like 2 hours before I was comfortable enough to actually sleep. So that sucked. It actually hurts worse tonight but at least I'm in my own bed and can try to deal with pain alone and not bothering James with my whining. Not that he would think that it was annoying but still.

We woke up this morning at 7 and I made him stay in bed until 7:30 because I was exhausted and I didn't want him to get up yet. I actually slept pretty well. And once I was dress I basically just left. I wanted to keep my momentum going because I really wanted to clean the apartment and finish my heart. It was cool out. But I was fine I had a sweater. And biking back to my house is easier because it's a one way that direction.

I got back to my place and unpacked. Laid out my dress for tonight. And then I cleaned. I vacuumed and I Swiffered. I cleaned out the fridge. I Cloroxed the inside of the fridge. I try to just get rid of all the Crows Nest that I've been feeling in the apartment. That took a while and then I worked on my diorama. I hadn't finished something and I didn't realize it. I went to photograph it and realized I had forgotten to make the whole Lantern section. So I quickly did that. I'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out even though I made in about 2 minutes. The rest of it took me a really long time so I'm glad I'm happy with it.

At noon I was ready for my interview. And then 1215 came. And I was like oh maybe she forgot. Which is fine it happens. I sent an email asking if she wanted to reschedule for later this week or meet in person since I live in the neighborhood. And then I actually headed over to the Walters. I wanted to drop off my ID card since I'm not volunteering anymore. And while I was getting ready for that I checked my email and I actually had an email from the teaching position. It looks like they're going to offer me the job but they can't actually do that until they have funding from the city approved. And they're not going to know about that until mid this week. But if all goes well I can be starting on the 22nd. Terrifying but I'm very excited. I am trying not to be too excited because funding could not come through but we got to stay positive.

When I was at the Walter's I left a note for the woman who I was having interview with there as well. And I got complimented on the embroidery I done on my volunteer bag. It was nice talkin to Laurel and then I headed down to Fleet Week.

It was wickedly busy down there. Like not as bad as I guess like City from what I saw but still very bad. I had wanted to go on some of the larger ships that the lines were incredibly long. So I just ended up walking around the outside. I whenever to the city of bismuth which is the Pontoon ship. Honestly the only one I care about. But the line was like 2 hours long. So I decided to just go up to the fence and talk to the guy with big gun. I asked him what the crew size was and we ended up talking for 10 minutes. He kept adjusting his gun and getting the same goofy smile on his face that James does when I talk and get too excited about something. All smiling and blushing. That was my one big flirting moment of the day but I like to tell people that I was flirting with all the sailors. But really I mostly just walked around and people watched. I ran into Chris and said hi. But the girls are just too crazy down there so I headed over to Fell's point.

Still crowded but much less lines. I got to see the Coast Guard Eagle tall ship. And that was cool because I didn't even know that the coaster had a tall ship. I did flirt with the sailors there as well. But mostly I was just fascinated cuz I had no idea that the Coast Guard had sale powered ships still. I mean that has an engine but that's really cool that the Coast Guard has a sail ship. And it was nice to walk around the back. I decided after I saw that one that I didn't even see any of the other ships. I'll probably try to see the godspeed tomorrow since it's right next to Constellation but not ships are letting us go below deck to my knowledge. And really all I care about is what the living spaces look like anyway. So I'm not that torn up about it.

Since I was down at fellas I walked around a little bit. Wanting a couple of the stores. I found a new store that just open today that is all Baltimore theme stuff that I think James would love. It's all novelty shirts and stuff. I like the aesthetic though. And I walked around the Goodwill for a bit too. I didn't have any luck there finding stuff for James apartment or the things I needed. I decided that I really should just go get lunch.

I went down to the harbor again and I had pizza. Listen to a podcast. And then I went to Marshalls to get winter lotion. I decided I want to switch over from Citra sense since its fall now. And had really good luck. I got a philosophy brand in the clearance section that's cream and mint. And I love it. And that's a really expensive Brands usually so it was nice to get it for under $10.

It stopped at constellation and talk to Frank for a while. Dropped off the half of my pizza to have lunch for tomorrow. And after a little bit of wandering around. I went and Build-A-Bear and found a life jacket that I return to the dragon boats. I had it home. I had seen some of the Thunderbirds going over. And that was interesting. But really I was tired. And I need to be in the house for a while just by myself.

I got back here and I took a very long shower. That made me feel a lot better. I basically spent the next two hours lounging in a robe watching TV. Playing with sweet pea. I wasn't exactly sure what time James was coming so I wasn't sure when to start getting ready. But ended up all working out just fine.

He got here about 6. And I had finished putting on my makeup and my dress a few minutes before that. I felt like I look really good tonight. My makeup was just on point and the dress look great and it was pink for the event was perfect. So I felt really good. And James looks super cute too. He always does. He let me do his hair.

We went and grabbed the bus to go to his parents house. I didn't have my charm card because I didn't know that we are going to be taking a paid bus. So he paid for me which was nice of him. We got up to his parents house and his mom had some of her friends there. And she had put out snacks. So we had snacks and talked. I got to talk about art for a while. And his mom had gotten the catalogs are ready for the show so I read through them which was good because I was not going to have a lot of time to read tonight while we were there. It was nice being able to talk about my art for a little bit too. I feel no more confident than when I'm talking about my art.

Me and James walked over to the BMA first. Because the adults were going to be driving. But just down the street we found a box of free stuff and there was a gold-framed mirror. Which if you know anything about me that is one of my favorite things. So he carried it back to his parents house for me. The adults all got a big kick out of that when we walk back in the door. But then we were back to the museum. We sat outside on the bench while we waited for them since they were the ones with the tickets. Or at least the information on how to get in. We watched a bunch of old people coming in and just talk. It was nice. I like to watching all the different people dressed up. A lot of people with John Waters mustaches drawn on or styled. So much pink so much gaudy. It was a blast. My dress was very very low cut so knowing that I was not going to be sticking out because of that was a little bit of a comfort.

They don't got there and we went inside. The line to get into the actual exam it was wicked long. So we all decided since it would have been wait anyway to just go up to the reception part and have snacks. Which worked out really well for me because I was starving and my stomach hurt. We had a bunch of snacks. And then me and James went and got a photo booth photo. He was so awkward looking in the top two photos it basically looked like a high school prom picture. So when the third one I made him dance a second just to get him to smile bigger. And in the last one I kissed him. It was just very sweet. After that we decided to go to the actual exhibit. It was a little bit of wait in line but not a big deal. We ended up being the first ones in in our group going up to the actual line. And then the last ones in when the door is opened. At least for our group. I asked the guy at the front and he said over 700 people to come in already that night. That's wild.

The show itself was fabulous. I would have probably changed the wall color. From the white Cube. But honestly I think for the commentary he was trying to make it worked well. There was one piece that is just a black curtain with sound coming out. It's a fake video installation. And I fucking love that piece. It was probably my favorite piece of the night. But honestly some of the pieces were so good and so instagrammable. I am glad that we're going to be able to go back. And spend more time. And read everything. Because there was just a lot of stuff that I would have liked to spend more time with. I am really glad that we got a picture in front of the have sex in the voting booth button. I apparently caught James off-guard when I kissed him. He was nervous enough about asking someone else. But it was very cute. And honestly the show is great and I can't wait to go back.

We headed out and went and found his parents again. And while we were standing there with his mom John Waters walked right past us. And I kicked my PO up and looked over my shoulder and told him great show. And he said hi to me. And it was just such a surreal moment. He's much shorter than I imagined. I don't know why but I always imagined to be 8 feet tall. And just lanky as all hell. Definitely a highlight of my night.

My stomach still hurt pretty bad though and we had seen the show and had the snacks. I wasn't really interested in choosing too much more than that. So we went to go get the bus. It was a nice ride back even though I was still feeling like complaining. We got back to my apartment and James made me a drink. I mean it's just Crystal Light. But there's something comforting about that because that's something I always drink when I don't feel very good. I jokingly told him I was going to make a handbook for the care and keeping of Jesse. And he said yes please make that. So I might jokingly make that. We'll see.

Sweet P just came over and wormed his way onto my lap. So he is all curled up on me now. Which is nice but I also would really like to go lay down. So I'll give him a couple minutes and then get to bed. I'm working all day tomorrow with Frank. I think I'm going to be doing the firing again and Frank said that he would spot me if I need help. I think it's going to be a fairly busy day. But we'll see what happens. I don't know if consolation itself is being busy or just the pier. We're still caustic money so I don't know if people are actually coming in that much. We'll see. I think it'll still be a pretty good day. Sleep well everyone.

#ootd #boy #selfie #babe #art #john waters #gallery #day off #satuday

[csykora]

heya ! first of all sorry for spamming your motifs like crazy but a. i find your posts incredibly fascinating and b. you love alexander semin even more than i do which i didn't think was possible. OKAY so actually i have a question about How To Find A PT--i'm a figure skater and i want my knees to Not Do Bad Things anymore and i'm wondering if you might know how to find a PT who could help me from the perspective of making me a stronger skater and not just like. able to walk normally

hello—

No need to apologize! All I ever ask is that people add really great and/or dirty tags to my posts for me to laugh at on long shifts, and your Kuzy tag game is fuckin outstanding

(This goes out to everybody—I want to write for fans in the back, so even if you’re not up for talking directly, go ahead and engage however much you like. Yeah, I do usually take a peek at your tags or your blog if I see you interacting with a post, because it’s fun to see what you all are into, and sometimes if it looks like you have questions about something I’ll pounce, because I want information to be available. Please don’t worry about me peeking though. And also know I really won’t notice if either of us do something Tumblr-rude.)

b. Thank you! I do love him a frankly baffling amount. Your love is also lovely and I love seeing all of it. I vote we be friends and the circle of Sasha-love will only grow

(Listen I’ve been on tumblr for 5 minutes and I tried to fight this being my Thing for 2 of them, but what the hell. I’ve got a batch of new followers after last night and this is as good a way as any to warn you all)

He’s a thoughtful and a kind and a happy human being 

or possibly a husky in a hockey sweater. We just don’t know. I love anyway.

How To Find a PT

Congratulations on moving forward on strengthening your skating; I think this’ll be a lot for fun for you. This was a pretty cool question, because I’m not as familiar with figure skating resources and I got to do some exploring. A lot depends on your needs and wherever you are, but I think you’re going find more options than you might expect.

First, I agree that looking for a PT with experience working with skaters is probably right for you. You have a clear goal for yourself, and like I’ve discussed before on this blog your baseline posture/mobility and the ideal posture/mobility for what you want to do are gonna be different from a non-skater’s.

A good PT will do their research and be able to help you even if they haven’t seen exactly your case before, so if it turns out there isn’t a skating specialist around that’ll work for you, you can certainly get some benefit from a general sports PT. But if you can, filtering for skating specialists will save you time and trouble.

Use your networks

Figure skating is figure skating. Somebody is gonna know somebody. 

Figure skating culture can also really convince you that you the skater are not supposed to ask for things, though, so it’s a good idea to sit down with a notepad for a minute and think about:

what have I tried and what’s worked for me? 

 Have you had injuries or conditions that required medical care? 

Were you given those little paper sheets with rehab exercises to do and did you try them? 

Have you noticed any patterns or tricks like, “hey, it really hurts when I do ___ but if I ice before I do it that helps.”

What are my goals?

Are you thinking in terms of rehabbing to get back to your earlier level, or preventing further injury, or both? 

What’s your time frame? How much time can you spend, and how much do you want to?

Do you want to be in-and-done to get an official opinion and then work by yourself, or do you want more hands-on guidance and a working relationship?

 What kind of person are you looking for—a strict coach’s attitude to drive you, or someone who’ll give more encouragement?  

Then you can tuck that away and start poking around. I recommend a 50/50 of googling and talking to people, but go with whichever you trust and are comfortable with.

If you go to a rink, you can ask basically anyone there for their ideas. (You don’t have to tell them anything personal, you can just say, “So, skating, huh. You know any folks that’d help a fellow skate better?”) Any figure skating coach should be cross-trained, and they should know their resources. Rink managers will also know the names of local providers and may have deals worked out. If it’s a university rink, there’ll be an in-house sports med department who’ll often offer some services even if you’re not a competitive athlete for the school and will know your options. The skate mothers will Know.

Ask providers you’ve worked with in the past. If you have a primary care doctor, let them know you’re interested in PT. If you’ve ever had surgery on your knees, check in with that provider and see if they have any names to refer you to.

If you’d rather internet, you can search the American Physical Therapy Association database at MoveForwardPT by region. 

(I’m offering US resources based on your profile. If you or anyone else wants suggestions for other countries, let me know.)

 It’ll then offer you the option to filter by Practice Area—you’ll want to try Fitness and Wellness and Musculoskeletal. 

Each provider will then show up with their “practice focus” like this:

They write those themselves, so there isn’t really a standard meaning. ‘Sports Physical Therapy’ suggests that they do relatively acute, focused rehab. Seeing ‘Athletic Training’ and/or ’Sports Performance and Enhancement’ suggests that they work longer-term one-on-one as you train. (A lot people say both. Again, these just give you a sense of what they want you to know about them.)

If you then select a provider, you’ll see more on their professional experience, facility, and availability, with their contact information.

If you’re a member of US Figure Skating, you should be able to search for local providers and referrals from other skaters through the U.S. Figure Skating National Medical Network.

I personally wouldn’t trust USFS with a piece of string, and I don’t know how useful the database is outside of, like, the skating hub cities. But the PTs in the network are independent providers—they don’t all work for USFS, and most will work with any clients. You just need a membership ID to search the database, so if you aren’t a member you could find someone at your rink who is and ask them to help you search.

Once you’ve got a name:

Go ahead and contact them in whatever format you prefer. Their contact info is on their bios for a reason! You want to know if you’re a match before you start working together, and so do they. Just like a therapist or a surgeon or a tattoo artist, a good PT will want to tell you about their experience, the kinds of problems they see, and their particular style. They should be telling you about their privacy policy, and their non-discrimination policy, before you even ask.

When you meet:

Bring your notes

Go ahead and count the little things. We keep personal things in our offices on purpose to tell you about us. If you don’t like how much Chicago gear they have on the wall or how they talk to you or how they carry themselves around your personal space, count that. If you can chat comfortably with them, count that too; that’s worth a lot more than their degrees or how many other skaters they’ve seen.

Look for signs of respect. Look at where they sit: all healthcare providers are supposed to be trained not to get between you and the door, so if you see them deliberately moving, that’s a good sign. 

PT have to get their hands all up on patients, and the good ones are great about it: you should hear them say exactly what they’re going to do before they touch you,  explaining while they work, and see them deliberately warming their hands, only moving your clothes as much as they have to for each assessment, and covering you back up as soon as they’re done with something.

If it’s an office practice, talk to the nurse! They see all the patients that the PT sees, and their clinical judgement informs the whole practice. Ask them about the practice and tell them about your goals. The PT is a specialist, while the nurse is there to provide holistic care: they know a little about all the different resources that might be able to help you. And they also know or have worked with or know a nurse who’s worked with everybody in the area—they’ll be the one to say, “hey, water therapy really worked for our last client, maybe try that,” or “Dr. Bronner over on Spring Street does more work with clients like you, maybe give him a call.” They’ll also be able to help you with scheduling, which is a pretty big deal for long-term PT.

If one PT isn’t a match for you, it’s very appropriate to ask for them for recommendations!

Last:

Keep what you want in front of you, but be open to trying things you don’t expect. It’s very possible that a good PT will look at you and say, “I hear that your knees are bugging you, but that’s only happening because your hips are fucked up,” or “We’re going to start by relaxing your lower back and building strength in your core so you can use a posture that stresses your knees less.” Or you’ll go in wanting exercises to do on the ice but what ends up working for you is heat therapy or strength training. Try stuff, give it some time, and if that one thing isn’t the thing for you (including the first PT you work with), you can move on and something else will be. 

Good luck and you should let me know how it goes!

#sports medicine #figure skating