#a crump of a dip???

[thetravelingtyper]

a supreme love (Spitfire! GN! Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

The team enjoys some late-night baking, and fluff ensues...

Deeply inspired by Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier!

Warnings: None :D

Parts 1-4 here

“I came in from the outside

Burnt out from the joy ride

She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway

Played from the bedside

Is "Stella By Starlight"

"That Was My Heart"...

The drums that start off "Night And Day"

Hozier’s voice slipped into the air full and sweet. The base was quiet in the morning as your discarded phone scattered reflected light. Cookies baked in the meticulously cleaned oven and you swayed under warm lights. The holidays had passed easily, and for the first time in the year, you and the rest of the 141 were home for uninterrupted months. There was other work to be done, assessments, training, and assorted intelligence updates. But no killing, no smoke, and no blood. You close a drawer with your hip and grimace. Well, some blood.

A flash in the hall and you flip around spinning under engulfing arms. There is a deep grunt and your surprise greeter is on the ground under your knees in an instant.

“Sweet Jesus” Soap grunts, face pressed into the tile. You huff a laugh and easily pull him up. He then spins on you and lifts you by your hips. His strong arms sweep you up with a startled laugh that jumps out into the calm night. A light turns on down the hall as he spins you around, you have to duck your head to avoid hitting a hanging light as he sways you then in a dance.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

The song continues as a shadow stalks silently into the hallway, form lithe and ready to fight. Simon reaches the arch into the kitchen and the sight makes him pause. Your head is knocked back in light and soft laughter, his wedding ring hanging simply on your tanktop as you’re spun like a top by an equally giggly Scotsman. Soap has a deep love in his eyes and a loopy grin on his lips. He then catches Simon watching and sends a wink, Simon glares under his mask, the balaclava crumped with haste.

Johnny lowers you to the floor, and you, a little dizzy, wrap your arms around his neck. You both stood eye to eye easily and you pressed a fond kiss to his cheek. The Scot had been Simon’s best man and your adoptive brother for these few long years. He spins you and dips you as Simon finally enters. 

The song repeats, it appeared multiple times in this baking playlist, and in the early wee hours of the morning, Fate played her fond strings for the forest god. 

“"The Very Thought Of You" and "Am I Blue"?

"A Love Supreme" seems far removed

"I Get Along Without You Very Well," some other nights

The radio news reader chimes

Reporting "Russian Lullabies"

She'll turn to me awake and ask, Is everything "Alright"

As you dip you catch Simon's eyes and he pauses, Soap holds you a moment and pulls you back up to his chest in a bear hug as the timer goes off. Simon’s heart swells with the smell of cookies, the comfort of his teammate, and the love of his partner. He signs and the balaclava slips off. Scars reflect in the light as he shifts. He gives Soap his moment as he performs the proper military husband duty. 

Simon pulls out a ridiculous corgi oven glove and pulls your famous cookies out of the oven. The smell immediately bounds out of the confines of the kitchen and another light turns on the other end of the hall. You all hear footsteps and you laugh into Soap’s chest as Simon sets the trays down on the over to set.

Kyle enters in workout gear and looks around.

“Double Chocolate Chunk?”

Your voice is muffled against Soap’s chest, your reply is lost to the comfort of familiarity, your heart warm and fuzzy. Simon decides that your sleepy mumbles mean time is up and Soap whines as you are pulled from him into sleeveless arms. Your husband wore one of your largest shirts. It was over-sized to make you feel small and fun but it fit him perfectly. A rumble of satisfaction left him as he saw you realize this. Your hands pull into yourself and you tuck into him effortlessly.

Price enters, his kids debating.

“No, Hozier means Double Chocolate with homemade Sea Salt Caramel.”

Simon hums in confirmation, and a hand reaches for a hot cookie. Soap shoves it into his mouth and gives a sinful moan, your head shoots up in disgust.

“Keep it in your pants, Johnny.”

Gaz snorts and pulls the parchment paper off the pan and onto a cooling rack. 

“It helps the cookies set better” Gaz mutters as you speak aloud from Simon’s chest.

“We know Kid.”

Price grabs a slightly cooler cookie and slides out of the room, dad tax paid and accepted. Gaz follows suit, wrapping three deluxe cookies in a paper towel and following his Captain.

Soap slightly scalded on the tongue mumbles a goodnight and pecks your cheek before Simon lightly shoves his face away.

“Night Spitz, L.T.”

“Night Soapy.

“Go to bed, Johnny.”

“Aye.”

The lights in the hallway shut off leaving the kitchen alone under one lonely bulb. Hozier sweetens the moment, fate singing her due.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

The song softens into silence as you call for your phone to pause the music. You give a yawn, stepping back to stretch. Simon’s arms loosen but linger at your waist as his face firmly regards you. You make to pull away to clean but he holds you in place. His eyes smolder in the low-lit silence, not a soul aware but you two in the center of this peaceful universe. Your eyes question him with a smile as you raise a brow, grin spreading, but his mouth remains a solid pondering line.

You stand a moment, the cookies cooling now, and you run a hand to his cheek. He leans into it, a solid wraith materialized with love and your heart melts at the movement. He seeks your warmth like a moth. You run your other hand down his stubbled chin to the base of his neck. Your wedding band sat silver on top of your shirt. Your love swelled and his eyes closed and his head dipped onto yours. You stood vigil with his heart as the night melted away with warm chocolate and caramel.

“I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart,"

Don't ruin this on me”

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[awlimagines]

Fact and Friction: Prologue

Pony couldn’t see into the casket. After last night’s viewing, she was immensely thankful for this. She fidgeted in her seat, trying to ignore the sobs around her. She couldn’t understand how they could shed tears for someone they knew so briefly. The people of the town were too kind. They had welcomed them a little over a year ago. The mayor called Pony quickly when her mother’s health dipped, allowing her time to be at her mother’s side before she passed. Pony had moved months ago to the city, craving freedom from her mother’s watchful eye. Now, Pony felt lost. Her mother had been the only constant as they drifted from one place to another. What was she supposed to do now? 

She fought down her protests as the coffin snapped shut, forever sealing her mother. Pony numbly followed the procession to the cart, where she climbed in alongside the driver as her mother was loaded in, and they rumbled out of town. The graveyard wasn’t far from the last buildings that composed the place. It wasn’t until her mother rested six feet beneath the soil and the last parting, awkward shoulder pat of townspeople that she finally broke down. Sobs wracked her body as she fought a losing battle with her long hair sticking to her face. 

“Had to be done,” a deep voice whispered, a hand touching her shoulder.

“No, it didn’t,” she hissed, standing to face the king. 

Pony glared up at the towering Harvest King of Castanet. Behind the fiery god, the Harvest Goddess hesitated. Her face said she and the sprites around her feet wanted to avoid conflict. The sight of these otherwordly beings fueled Pony’s fury. It was their fault at the end of the day that her mother was gone, especially his. 

“Remember the bigger picture,” the god warned. 

“I’ll remember this very well.” 

Pony stalked from the group back to the small cottage she had shared with her mother before moving to the city. Clothes and belongings were angrily and carelessly shoved into her bag. Her movements stopped as the shattering of glass caught her attention. Dropping the shirt she had yanked from the dresser, Pony knelt to remove the picture from the frame’s remains gingerly. It was the only photo of her with her mother and father. It was taken when she was too young to remember at her father’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley. As a child, she loved the picture and the stories her mother told her of her father and his friend. 

By the age of ten, Pony abandoned any hopes of meeting her father or seeing the valley. Their constant moving kept them from receiving letters with any ease. Letters were bound in a ceaseless cycle of being forwarded or lost. Pony learned at six that phones were not an option. If there was phone access where they settled, Forget-Me-Not Valley only had a phone at the inn. After getting the same giggling kid three times, Pony gave up there as well. The feelings around this fueled her resentment of her mother for years following. She knew it wasn’t her mother’s fault, but it didn’t lessen the sting. 

Pony stood and hesitated only a moment before sliding the top drawer open. Within lay her mother’s collection of letters. She gathered the stack, carrying the papers over to her bed. Her hand trembled momentarily before losing the twine and spilling the letters across the bedspread. Pony shifted past the ones yellowed with age. She didn’t want to read love letters or things written to her as a child. It needed to be recent. If her father still wanted her, Pony could muster the courage to meet the man. The name Takakura caught her eye. She grabbed the envelope and pulled out the letter to read, wondering why her father’s friend would be the one to write. 

The bed creaked as she collapsed on it. The letters from her father sat crumped and forgotten beneath her. She had lost her father months ago and never knew. A flash of anger sparked for her mother before drowning in her sorrow. Her mom had held this information, questioning each day how to address the death of someone her daughter never knew. Someone her mother loved dearly and mourned the death of alone. Pony woke in the morning with a sore throat surrounded by papers. Sniffing back more tears, she grabbed a clean sheet and pen to write Takakura that she would come to Forget-Me-Not Valley.

#fanfic nanowrimo #story of seasons #harvest moon #story of seasons a wonderful life #harvest moon a wonderful life #sos awl #bokujou monogatari #hm awl #awl imagines #awl pony #i'll be working on chapter one later tonight #it will be a daryl x pony slow burn fic #there are other pairings planned that i'm exploring #planning for elements of the supernatural and suspense #happy to answer other pairings if you're curious and can't wait #i could see pony throwing down with a god/gods

[twopoppies]

hey gina! did you listen to the album yet? i really wanna hear your thoughts! i personally LOVED it! i don't understand what the anon from weeks ago was on about, because i'm unable to spot any stunt lyrics? this album is larry AF. harry is so endearingly weird with his lyrics, i wonder how louis handles all his weird love declarations. "you'd be the spoon dip you in honey i could be sticking to you " (daylight) "hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you" (keep driving) adorable! "in a hotel using someone else's name" (loml) reminded me of barry crump and luis lime! a fair share of literal bluegreening too (little freak). i think one song that stands out is 'mathilde', a beautifully different concept from all the others. over all, i don't think the album is sad at all, except 'boyfriends' and maybe 'mathilde'; though i'd say mathilde is more hopeful than sad. the album is happy, awfully domestic, sappy. what i got from all the songs is that harry really really really hates being away from louis haha! i really don't want to make this long and mention every song, but gosh, harry's house is beautiful, fun, upbeat, refreshing, one of a kind, i can't wait until we get more music videos & interviews! one more thing, though every single song screams about being home with your lover, i expected one full song about the "home" motif specifically outside of the album's title/cover/youarehome.... guess harry's leaving that for louis (halfway home) we never know! thank you for listening, gina! have a good day xxx

Hi sugar. I love reading your impressions! Yes, I agree. Harry is besotted (I would be, too). And I love the songs, but I really haven’t been able to sit and listen properly yet. However, fun, upbeat, and refreshing seem like perfect adjectives to describe my first impressions.

As for the home motif, I’d image it’s there but perhaps it looks different from what we expected.

#hs3 spoilers #spoilers

[booksnotyetwritten]

Excerpt #643

The orange junk sped over the ocean toward a bulbous white cloud.

"Scan for cover!" Shouted the captain as she steered the ship from aft. The rest of the crew were running to finish their assigned tasks, a sense of deep urgency in their step. The captain glanced over her shoulder at the Commerce runner in the distance and cursed. "Tim," she said, her first mate turned to her, "have Donovan prep two blasters and a smoker." He nodded, stepped forward to the railing, and took a huge breath.

“Don!" He bellowed. "Two blasters! One smoker!" A woman with one arm skidded to a halt on the deck and saluted.

"Aye sir!" She replied, racing to the foredeck for the explosives.

"We diving captain?" Asked Tim. She gritted her teeth and nodded. "Crew check breathers!" Everyone onboard took a moment to ensure that their dive breathers were clipped to their belts were squared away. The junk slipped into the cloud, heading for dead center. There was a buzz of a line as Crow Easton landed nimbly on the main deck. They raced to the captain with a small cloth in hand. The captain studied the hastily scrawled map and nodded to the raven-haired crewman before sighing heavily.

“Best cover is five breaths north east.” She whispered, glancing at Tim as he stood in the white haze of the cloud. The first mate clenched his eyes shut. A dive of three breaths was a murderous endeavour but five was unthinkable. He knew what awaited them if they didn’t attempt however. As if on cue the first of the runner’s concussion charges exploded behind them. The clap of the explosion stung their ears and brief though it was though a stiff wind blew over the deck of the ship. Crewmen froze on deck, unsure of what to do. They looked up at the captain who only signaled for them to affix their diving breathers. The hands of the crewmen flew to their sides as they grabbed the clear, rubbery hoods from their belts, and stretched them over their heads. There were initial laboured gasps for breath but eventually they all raised their hands with thumbs up.

"We dive at next charge." She hissed at Tim. He nodded and walked to the rail. He locked eyes with Don who nodded up to him. He raised his hand, turning back toward the captain. The crew stood in silent anxiety, waiting. There was a muffled crump and an instant later a blast wave pushed over the deck. The captain dropped the lever and Tom dropped his hand. As the ship fell Don fired three pods from a single tube shaped cannon ahead of them. A massive pillar of black smoke shot up from the murk, enveloping the ship like a cloak. As they dipped into the toxic swirl of gasses the two charges below them exploded to complete the illusion. When the stern of the ship dipped into the murk the captain leveled it off.

#writing #ship #diving #battle #combat #deception

[oneandonlyhl]

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#I JUST??? #not fine #not doing well my dudes #WANNA DANCE WITH LOUIS #spare twirl???? #a crump of a dip??? #🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

[secondbutthole]

Reiterate | Ch 1

The sequel y’all have been wanting for Reprise (make sure you read that one first).This fic takes place almost immediately after Reprise, so please keep in mind that there will be themes of recovering from rape involved. Do read with care. Feel free to reblog and leave a comment and stuff! Thank you.

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The month was long for the queens, but it was longest for Katherine. If it wasn’t for the nightmares that seemed to increase tenfold after the events, it was the guilt of being kept off the show. If it wasn’t the invasive hospital visits (and she gets it, they need to ensure she isn’t pregnant and doesn’t have STDs and that she wasn’t too damaged), it was the therapy she could hardly make herself speak at.

Once the month had passed and the police statements were given, it was just a case of living. Each of the queens noticed that she distanced herself from them all and it hurt them all in different ways. She hardly joined Anne in her schemes anymore; didn’t read with Parr or spend as much time with Jane. She didn’t help Aragon cook and cuddle up to watch TV and she hardly wanted to ever go out with Cleves. They understood it, of course, understood that their Katherine was lost in the haze and the fog of trauma, but it still hurt them.

It was hard. For everyone. And it was especially hardest for Katherine who hardly felt like herself anymore.

“Hey, kid,” Parr approached her with a small smile, a cup of tea held in a steady hand and a small book tucked under her arm. Katherine looked up at her and could only really offer a small, tired smile. Poor woman could barely sleep for very long. She gave the brunette the cup and sat next to her on the sofa, lifting her arm up as an offering and she sighed when Katherine curled up. She noted that she still shook, but a cuddle was progress. “I was wondering if you wanted to read for a little while? Like we used to?”

Katherine gave a small hum before nodding, a small smile playing on her lips as she sipped at the warm liquid in the cup; Chamomile, one of her favourite teas. “What have you got?” She asked softly, missing this sense of normalcy. She straightened a bit, still leaning against the older woman, to look at the book she began to open.

“It’s been a… rough time recently,” Parr began with a hum, “So I thought Winnie the Pooh would be nice to read?” She flushed a little, thumbing through the introduction and into the first chapter. “It’s one of my comfort books. Nothing wrong with something light and easy to digest when you don’t feel amazing, right?”

The youngest nodded, taking another little drink and getting herself comfortable. They’d sat there for an hour, just reading, before Parr suddenly closed the book. Glancing at the time, she smiled softly and played with Katherine’s hair. “You feel like performing tonight?” She asked, tilting her head to the side a bit. “It’s been a while and the fans miss you. Get your mind off it-“ Somewhat- “and you don’t have to come out with us after for drinks. I think Aragon mentioned coming home after the show so maybe you and her can relax?”

She thought about it for a moment, considering it for a moment before nodding. She missed singing and dancing, she missed being able to vent through her solo, but she missed being with the Spanish queen too. Katherine managed to have a good relationship with all of them, and they were so behind on RuPaul’s Drag Race, so maybe it would be good for her. “Yeah,” She said slowly, “I think I’d like that.”

As it turns out, Katherine didn’t like it at all. The performance drained her way more than usual, and while she was fine during the first couple of songs, it was only until midway through Get Down that her anxiety grew and grew. The last thing she wanted to do was sing about those men, be touched in the choreography, sing about the realisation that had hit her once again just so recently. She’d given her best performance that night, sobbing out the lyrics and crumping up at the end, on her knees and shaking on the stage floor. The other queens felt awkward, unsure of if they should step in, guilty that they might have pushed her too far, but Katherine just had to grit her teeth.

“And then I was beheaded!” And the show continued.

Through the rest of it, her energy was a lot lower than the other queens. She seemed more dazed, more sluggish in delivering her lines, but the audience probably didn’t notice.

The curtain call couldn’t end fast enough and once stage door was done (she was kept between Anne and Anna for safety), she had her bag ready and on her shoulder and she was just eager to get in the taxi with Aragon like agreed. After saying their goodbyes and their “be safe”s, they got inside the taxi and off they went.

“You did amazing tonight,” Aragon praised with a small grin, glancing out the window every now and then with the fiver already in her hand. “You hit those high notes gorgeously and that was even without being at the rehearsals! Fantastic job, Kitty.”

Katherine could only smile, rubbing at her eye with a small hum. “You did fantastic too, your comedic timing was everything and the crowds ate you up!” She was always so proud of the queens and despite her little breakdown mid-show, she really was glad she could perform today.

“So, who do you think should leave the werk-room today?”

“… Definitely Aja.”

They’d gotten up to Nina’s elimination before the door knocked. Catherine swore as she paused the tv, pressing a kiss to Katherine’s forehead before getting up to answer the door. “Two seconds, Kat! Hello—”

“Miss Howard?” A woman, no older than fifty, asked as she flashed a police badge into the older woman’s face. She was donned in black, a small frown on her face.

“No, I’m… Catherine Aragon,” She spoke slowly, brows knitting together before glancing behind her.  “Hey Kat? You need to come here, babe.”

Katherine came up to the door, wrapped in one of the throws that rested on one of the sofas with a curious hum before she locked eyes with the policewoman. “H… Hello?”

“We caught Mr Dereham, Mr Mannox and Mr Culpepper.” The policewoman spoke softly, and she could only watch in pity as Katherine tensed and took a step back at their names. “They’ve been arrested but, right now, they’re fighting for their innocence despite the evidence.” She took a pause, glancing over at the shocked Catherine. “This… may have to go to court, and it may require your presence but, rest assured, we are trying to not let it get to that point.”

She tipped her hat, glancing away. “We’ll keep in touch, miss Howard. Thank you.”

Katherine felt like a zombie as she walked back to the sofa and sat in it. She barely registered the seat next to her dipping as Aragon joined her. She barely registered the fact she was crying until the other woman thumbed tears away from her cheeks with soft sighs. “I don’t want to see them again, Cath…”

“I know, Kat.”

“I don’t want them to see how they’ve ruined me again.”

“I know, Kat.”

“Please don’t leave me, Catherine,” She sobbed. “Don’t leave me alone with them!”

“Ah, darling,” Catherine crooned, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head and gently rocking them back and forth. It was approaching eleven and the queens wouldn’t be back until two- she knew this for a fact- and it was up to her to make sure Katherine was kept safe and sane. “I will never let them put their hands on you again.”

Aragon hated the powerlessness she felt, hated that Katheirne was hurting again. Hated she’d possibly have to face them so soon. She hated, hated, hated it. But if there was one thing she knew for certain; it was that those three men would definitely be out of Katherine’s life for as long as possible.

She’d ensure it.

#yazi writes a shitty thing #six the musical #rape tw #or mentions of it #please enjoy!!

[mmjjbbaannkkss]

2019 September 30 - October 5 Learning from Limits

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“For men use to write an evill turne in marble stone, but a good turne in the dust.” More, 1513 A.D.

This video https://youtu.be/BKAVuuQAwsU how learning a language is like going to the gym is good, small gains, a little at a time, consistency, not overthinking into waiting, making habits out of requirements of a goal, etc, watch it with a cup of coffee, 10 minutes. 

Going to stop using the smith press and DB replace it to work on balance, symmetry, chest, inclined and swap-in the db neutral or goblet or hex press, and need to lean in on dips or use the dip machine to work up to it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nbu5-ZX6CCo

Doing 1K reps will tell you where your weak points are clearly. The sitting abdominal press, is fun and healthy, needing to increase my flexibility after finding knots in my lowest back. 

The reverse row push crunch thing, results in days. Laying on side, raising knee toward chest one set, really targets obliques after using the new machine. 

>>>>>>Week 8 (all_C)

#43/48     Heavy Push /lbs 

Treadmill 10/10/10- >> Shldr Press C/10*2,30*2,50*6 >> DB Lat Raise C/5*9,10 >> DB Fr Raise C/5*9,10 >> Chest press c/x2:3050709011 >> Pec Deck c/2x:40556085100 >> BB Flat Bench c/60*10 >> Pullover Press c/35*10 >> Dips, not doing that, tricep press: c/10/579*611*2 >> Tri-bar triceps c/10/30,45*4,60*5 >> Twist (slow) /skipbo >> Treadmill incl    30 min / bpm

Overtime overnight, should’ve ate leaner over the weekend, the pb chili burger didn't make the foggy heatwave fun at all. Prolly another late session mañana to avoid it and then when northwind is back, sunning and running

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#44/48 Shock60-C / Lite Pull*X  /lbs

Treadmill 10min, muggy >> Neutral grip Pulldown 5570851012- >> Cable 1-Arm Row S/20253035506565656060 >> Wide Lat Pulldown 70*5,90*5 >> Shrugs S/60*10 >> Row S/30,45,60*2,75*2,90*2,105*2- >> Preacher S/40*4,50*4,65*2- >> Pullover 25*3,30*3,35*3,50- >> Rdeltdeck S/55*10 >> Supine Curl S/20lb,25ct*4 >> Smith hammer S/30*10 >> Treadmill null 

These arms are snakes

>>>>

#45 Shock60, Legs 

Treadmill 20 >> Treadmill 20/ >> Treadmill 20 hot >> Treadmill 25-

Been working out years and still fat fml, need to focus on my meal pacing, figure-out how to carry intermittent viable meals/snacks, and to never binge again; could do early cardio, rest up, hit bricks afternoon, two-a-days are about volumizing, and have seen some crazy gains maintaining 7-10 rep range, altho felt flat after getting home last night, a dense recovery w the C-sets, when it doesn’t kill me; prolly have to start sprints, prolly will report how that’s when increasing a crunch fail set from 5 to 50; 

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#47 Flex / C Pull  

Treadmill 10min >> Lat Pulldown C/10*/15,30,45,60*7 >> Low Row C/30456075*7 >> High Row C/253550*4,658095- >> Neutral pulldown C/70,85*8,100 >> Delt Deck C/10LR/10*10 >> Smif Shrug C/60*4,100*6- >> EZ Curl C/20ct/2030404040 >> Cable 1-Arm >> C/10101015,1515,1515,1515- >> Preacher 1-Arm C/10ct/20*3,30*4,40*3- >> Crunch press/20ct/11,11,11-8,11-0,11-1 >> Treadmill nfw.

Sacrum during warm-up, gonna stretch out first; Antioxidants; pwo-teamilk out, needs hour to digest; these dudes are syncing up their periods roflmao;

I just saw a big lady say "can I get another coffee," at BK, and they gave her a refill, is that a thing? 

Push crunch glad they got machine can fit, got to do lite volumes, to teach my abs the shock treatment, might push ups plank or push crunch, prunch wussup, b/w cardio, saw a snippet bout inverted DB crunch press ups, kinda like v-crunch, so why don't they say fkn libroteca, the battery on this phone is very better, my ability to dp sprints this long is bad; 

#48 Lite Legs 

Treadmill 20/  >> Pushups 20 push-crunch 40lbx100 >> Treadmill 20 hot >> pshps 20, crumps(?) 50lbx100 >> Treadmill 20h >> Pushups 20, crumps 40lb 

Glad that yesterday is over the hundred sets take too long; nothing but case could be essive…..ok i’m like dead weight go on without me // left upper oblique is a weak spot for now, if I flex my obliques enough it pulls/tucks my ribs, yesterday, the ribs snagged the muscle and made me whinge, which prolly looked like an attack, and now it feels like a pelt at my floating rib, so now needs pushups, mod-crunches, now have to add side plank or leg raise; 

#exercise #blog #fitness #training #workout #workouts #program #routine #guide #health #wellness #fitblr

[pleasedotheneedful]

time for some self-congratulatory intern year bullshit:

1. I fixed a two-day nosebleed with Afrin and a nose clamp yesterday. I also closed another finger lac. Super gratifying.

2. I signed up for a suicidal patient in the ED. I listened around the corner as she argued with an ED nurse who was trying “tough love” in order to get her to comply with the protocol of confiscating her belongings. She was sobbing and I could tell this was making it worse.

When I went in I was slow, deliberate, and listened. I occasionally pep talked her without patronizing... reminding her that in order to keep being the giving person that she is, she needs to stop and take care of her own needs. I told her that she and I weren’t superheroes, just regular people. And I told her I was convinced that most people were “crazy” but the difference is in those who come in for help, and here she was in the place she needed to be.

I got her mood up enough to negotiate with her and I was able to get her discharged home in the care of a relative with detailed follow-up instructions, whereas she easily could have spiraled down and been admitted. There’s nothing wrong with being admitted for psych help but based on what I was seeing I thought being stripped of outside communication and away from her kids would only traumatize her.

I did this like three more times during the week. And I was sure to document the conversations in relative detail... not because I really needed to pat myself on the back (that’s what this post is for) but because if my “efficiency” is called into question, I want people to see what a difference I can make if they let me have more time.

3. I inherited a super sick patient this morning, ESRD who missed dialysis and came in short of breath. Got emergency HD and the nurse was having trouble getting the fistula to stop bleeding afterwards. INR was like 7 so not a huge surprise I guess.

I ended up staying in the room for most of the afternoon helping him out/watching the patient to make sure she was okay. The bleeding would stop for a minute and then start again. We almost got it to stop with fibrinous wound packing, but it eventually broke through. The pile of saturated gauze filled an entire garbage can. I was worried she was going to crump, her HR went up and her pressure slowly dipped. I was like uhhhhhhhhsonofabitch plz dont code

She’d gotten vitamin K before dialysis and her INR improved by like 0.5 lol. I finally made an executive decision and ordered prothrombin complex concentrate. I didn’t tell my attending until later but he totally backed my choice up. Bleeding stopped, INR reversed, patient still with it, dispo to cardiac ICU.

I fist bumped the dialysis nurse, who it turns out was my favorite nurse from the medicine floors in July/August.

Ate some cake, went home.

#intern year 2: electric boogaloo #screaming internally

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Student Loans, Part 8

Modern Sugar!Daddy AU

Leonard McCoy x Reader

A/N: Commission for the amazing @captain-princess-smash ! 

Warning: SMUT.

Summary: You are a single gal, trying to pay your way through medical school. Working a side job at Kirk’s, a local pub, as a bartender and most nights, fight referee. Your boss, Jim, is an all around good guy and always gives you extra shifts when you need it. During one of your shifts, Jim’s long time friend, Leonard McCoy aka Hot Doctor, pops in and Jim introduces you to him. Instantly, the two of you hit it off and after spending the rest of the night chit chatting, Leonard gives you a proposal. A very sweet proposal: He wants to be your Sugar Daddy, he wants you to be his companion on demand. In exchange, he would pay your way through medical school, along with anything else you might need.

You, of course, told him he was crazy, that there was no way you’d be someone’s Sugar Baby!

Right? Right?

Except, you did need help paying for school and the doctor was awfully attractive and smart and kind..

Maybe…it wouldn’t be such a bad idea..

MASTERLIST

“This is your bedroom.”

“Wow, don’t sound so excited, Bones.”

A heavy laugh came from behind you followed by the closing of the bedroom door. Your body shudder and for a moment you thought how silly it was; the excitement barreling up from your toes, making a pit stop in your nether regions. Turning around, you saw that Leonard was near the door, hands in his pocket, waiting for you. Realizing the ball was fully in your court, you held out a hand inviting him to join you near the bed. He smiled and walked over to you, grabbing you gently by the waist. Wrapping both arms around his neck, you grinned.

“So, don’t like my bedroom?”

“It’s nice,” he said, not gazing anywhere but your face.

“Whatever you say six figures a year man,” you teased.

Taking a step closer to fill the gap, your hands went down to his shoulder.

Leonard chuckled and rolled his eyes, leaning forward as if he was going to kiss you. “Let’s stop talking about money.”

Leaning into the almost kiss, you shrugged. “Says the man who has plenty of it.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

You yelped when he grabbed a hold of you, moving you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed. He was in control now when he slowly moved you down onto the bed, back hitting the clean blue comforter you were glad you washed recently. His body landed onto yours, making sure to not put all his weight on you. His head edged back a bit so he could get a look at you, his hand on the side of your face.

“You’re beautiful,” he said and you laughed, bringing both hands to the side of his face.

“Just kiss me, Leonard.”

So, he did, his mouth warm against yours, hands traveling down to his shirt. He grunted as he removed off the shirt, revealing a pretty toned chest – you knew he worked out a tad bit, mostly running, but there were certainly no complaints. Reaching down to the top of his jeans, your fingers worked to undo them. He was hard against the fabric and when you pulled down the zipper, he moved away from you. His knees pressed into the mattress, as he scooted off the bed. You held back a giggle, because he looked a little ridiculous doing so and it was nice to see the usual put together doctor a little frazzle. Making due of your own clothes, you laid there in nothing but your undergarments, eyes glued to Leonard. He had taken off his pants and he stood at the end of the bed, white Calvin Kline briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

Biting down on your lip, you beckoned Leonard to come back to bed and he did, eyes never leaving yours as he settled in between your bent knees. His hands, large and warm, slid up your thighs and slowly pulled off your panties, tossing them off to the side. You took a deep breath when Leonard pulled himself out, giving his cock a few pumps as he leaned down on you. A stifled whining noise left your throat as his cock pressed into your inner thigh and he smiled smugly.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Money Bags.”

He sighed in defeat and asked if you could just say his real name. Feeling a bit mischievous and wanting to get it started, you grabbed his face so it was closer to yours and grinned.

“You’ll have to make me.”

Leonard practically growled and the rest was a frenzy of hands everywhere and lips touching skin, until you mentioned protection and he nodded, pressing little kisses on your neck. You told him there was some inside the draw next to the bed and you watched with anxiousness as he shuffled around you to reach over; taking one out, he moved back into position and placed the condom on. When he was all settled and well protected, his body moved down against yours and for the first time in a long time, you were nervous about sex.

This seemed like the big step; the top tier of Sugar Baby land – no going back now.

Sex was being put on the table and you were the one that initiated. You wanted this, your body wanted this and while your heart was screaming at you for being a world class idiot, it didn’t matter when Leonard’s cock slipped into you. Fitting like a puzzle, a penis shape puzzle, but still.

He was warm, full, and god damn the doctor could move!

“Leonard.”

Your voice, raw and quiet, startled you for a moment; it was a plea of passion, a yearning you had never heard yourself speak and it was downright frightening, because you knew what it meant and you wondered if Leonard knew. He was a smart man after all, but how smart could a doctor really be?

His body rocked against yours, slow and steady, making sure his cock reached the furthest it could until it felt like that the two of you were one. Your felt dizzy as his lips kissed yours, murmuring little praises as he pumped you full over and over and over until it all fell over you; a wave of tranquility hitting like a wave crashing against the sand. The two of you were breathless, bodies stuck together with the sweat of passion and all you could do was dip your head back into the pillow, running your fingers through Leonard’s wild dark locks as he collapsed onto of you.

“Jesus, darlin’.”

“Amen.”

The two of you chuckled as he slipped out of you and fell next to you on the bed, the warmth of his body still radiating off your skin. Suddenly, you were tired – like sleep for twelve hours straight tired and Leonard seemed to feel it too, because he crumped down next to you and slipped an arm around your waist. Giving you a sloppy kiss on the shoulder, Leonard nuzzled against you and when you dared to look at him, you saw that he was sleeping. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and tried to not think of all the romantic and cheesy things you were hoping to dream about.

….

It smelled like bacon.

Fatty bacon and that was enough to rise you from the dead of sleep, plus the feeling of being completely nude against your sheets- that did it too. Getting up from bed, you noticed that Leonard’s clothes weren’t on the ground anymore and the condom wrapper he had left on top of the night stand was gone. Fiddling for a moment with the sheet you had wrapped around your body, you walked over to the closed bedroom door and opened it quietly – yup it was bacon.

Closing the door, you rest your back against it and tried to forget the dream you had after that bomb-ass sex you had with Leonard. It was the two of you walking downtown, holding hands and laughing – it was sweet and disturbing at the same time. Sweet, because it was something you wanted so badly and disturbing because Leonard was your employer of sorts. He paid for a service you were providing, but you were glad that you had woken up not feeling regret or less because you slept with him – even if it confused things a bit.

Stop whining you idiot, there’s a hot guy cooking bacon in your kitchen.

Taking the situation for what it was, you grabbed a set of clean clothes and went into the bathroom to change and wash up. A few minutes later, you left the insecurity of the bed room and waltzed into the kitchen to find Leonard hovering over the stove, wearing last night’s clothes.

“What do we call this? The breakfast of shame?”

Leonard looked over his shoulder and laughed, holding up the spatula in his hand. “No shame here, I have to head to the hospital soon, but I thought I’d make us some quick breakfast. Hungry?”

Walking over to the small cabinets in the kitchen, you took out two plates and smiled at the handsome man, his hair a little ruffled up still. “You might want to look in a mirror, Doctor.”

“I know,” he laughed, grabbing a plate from you. “I’m going to shower at the hospital, I have a change of clothes in my office.”

“Moneybags gotta make that money,” you teased, watching as he filled the plate he had with eggs and bacon. “which is good, because you have some student loans to pay.”

He rolled his eyes and snorted, exchanging the full plate for the empty one. “Why don’t you just go sit and eat, I’m sure you’re starving. Especially with all that physical activity last night.”

You laughed then and playfully nudged him as you passed by to get to the small kitchen table. Taking a seat, you started to eat because he was right, you were starving. A few seconds later, Leonard joined you and the two of you started talking about each other’s plans for the day until you mentioned your shift at the bar.

“I have something to confess,” he said and you gazed up at him, waiting for him to go on. He cleared his throat and smirked. “I was a bit jealous when I saw you with that new fella Jim hired.”

“Ryan?”

“Yeah, him,” he laughed with embarrassment, to which you found completely adorable.

“There’s nothing to be jealous about,” you insisted with a smile, taking a bit of bacon. “But I bet jealously looks good on you.”

Leonard let out a loud laugh and grabbed a napkin from the little container you had on the table to wipe his mouth. “Man, you are something else.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Very good,” he explained, pushing away his plate. He looked at the time on his watch and sighed. “I better get going. What are you doing after class?”

“Nothing until my shift starts at the bar.”

He got up from his chair and apologized for not washing the dishes. “I’m sorry to run, but why don’t you come and have lunch with me at the hospital?”

A few weeks ago, you would have said no, not after the nurse debacle, but at this point it seemed you were throwing caution to the wind – fucking tossing that shit, so you smiled up at the man and agreed, making him beam like a kid in a candy store.

“Sounds like a date,” he said, leaning down to you. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered, dipping your head back so he could kiss you.

It was light and sweet, and when he pulled away, you were just as dizzy as last night.

“Bye, sweetheart.”

“Bye, Bones.”

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[unicornsummerdreams]

Dance with the Devil (20 years prior): A story

“Either you really like the pie here or there’s another reason you keep coming around.” Cassie quipped as she refilled the coffee of the rather cute guy that had been in the diner every day this week.  “I’ve been working up the courage to ask you out.” He looked up at her with a shy smile.  Cassie eyed him curiously. She was used to being hit on by the creepy old men but this one was different. He wasn’t old for one and he was pretty good looking. She gave him a coy smile as she walked back to the counter. “You let me know when you’ve got enough courage then...”  “It’s Nick.” He called after her. “How about tonight?”                                               She gave a slight nod. “Alright Nick, stop by after my shift tonight. My name is Cassie.”  Nick beamed and stood to leave tossing a bunch of cash on the table. “I know.” he pointed to her nametag and tugged the door open. “I’ll see you later, Cassandra.”                                                                                                             Cassie reddened as she realized that of course he knew her name and before she could tell him that she preferred Cassie not Cassandra he had disappeared. 

Nick was ecstatic as he walked out of the diner and turned down an alleyway. He had been watching her for a week. At the diner. Following her to her apartment. He was infatuated with this sweet innocent creature. It was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Centuries actually. He had to have her. She would belong to him and only him. Nick saw his target at the end of the alley and slowly walked up to the man who looked as if he was about to piss his pants. “Terry, Terry, Terry, I’m glad to see you made it. It’s time.”  “Wait...I just need a little more time...” Terry pleaded.  Nick shook his head slowly. “Sorry. That’s not how it works. You made a deal and now you pay for the deal.” Terry put out his hands as if that would stop Nick. “Please. No.. wait. I just got my wife back...and my daughter. I’m actually living again.”  “Sorry Terry. A deal is a deal. You had a year.” Nick waved a hand in the air and Terry crumped to the ground with the last gasp of life escaping his lips. Nick took out a small box and captured the man’s soul in it. 

He just didn’t understand why they always tried to plead with him in the end. When you make a deal with the devil you can’t go back and change it.  Hours later Nick was back at the diner. Cassandra was cleaning down the counter as he stepped inside. She gave him a shy smile as he handed her a bouquet of roses. Burying her nose in the bouquet she thanked him and then carefully placed them on the counter before coming around to see him. “Cassandra, you are amazing.” he said softly as he took her hands. 

“I’m not...really. I’m pretty normal.” She gazed up at him her heart pounding in her chest. His touch was warm against her skin and she felt like she was drowning in his eyes. 

“Dance with me.” It wasn’t a question and suddenly soft music was heard playing. He expertly lead her around the room and she felt as if she were floating. Twirling her out from him he pulled her back and dipped her his face inches from hers. She let out a gasp and closed her eyes expecting a kiss but instead he kissed her cheek and righted her on her feet before letting her go.  “I must go but I would like to see you again.” Nick moved towards the door leaving a bewildered Cassie gazing at him with a flush on her cheeks and in a mix of confused feelings.   “Oh...yes...uhhh...you can see me again.” She finally found her voice and sputtered out. He could definitely see her again.  He gave her a bright smile before bowing. “Until the next time, Cassandra.”  “It’s Cass-” He was gone before she even finished. 

#Cassie and Nick

[recipearcade]

Air Fryer Scotch Eggs

Air Fryer Scotch Eggs is the perfect breakfast/brunch / Snack recipe. You can either use hard boiled or soft boiled eggs for it. Commonly taken dipped in mustard sauce or hot sauce. Nowadays homemade sauce with mango chutney(Indian flavour) is becoming more popular. Can be made as Low carb keto recipe using pork for crust. Also be used as classic pub snack. Ingredients 1 pound pork sausage (such as Jimmy Dean®)6 eggs, hard-boiled/Slightly soft and shelled⅓ cup flour2 eggs, lightly beaten1 cup panko bread crumbs(crushed pork rinds, almond flour, coconut flour or preferred coating)cooking spray

Instructions Prepare smooth and soft mixture with flour, sausage.Divide it into 6 parts and make each portion as round flat patty.Place one egg in each patty and wrap the sausage around to cover it.Dip each in beaten egg and then cover with bread crumps.Spray little oil over it.Using Air Fryer at 400 degrees cook it for 15 minutes. This may vary depending on the thickness of the sausage.Make a cut in each into half and serve with egg yolk facing upwards. GET YOUR AIR FRYER HERE You can make it KETO or LOW CARB using the patty covering the eggs. Use Pork/Almond flour etc.,

Air Fryer Scotch Eggs

Air Fryer Scotch Eggs is the perfect breakfast/brunch / Snack recipe. You can either use hard boiled or soft boiled eggs for it. Commonly taken dipped in mustard sauce or hot sauce. Nowadays homemade sauce with mango chutney(Indian flavour) is becoming more popular. Can be made as Low carb keto recipe using pork for crust. Also be used as classic pub snack. 1 pound pork sausage (such as Jimmy Dean®)6 eggs, hard-boiled/Slightly soft and shelled1/3 cup Flour2 eggs Beaten1 cup panko bread crumbs(crushed pork rinds, almond flour, coconut flour or preferred coating)cooking spray Prepare smooth and soft mixture with flour, sausage.Divide it into 6 parts and make each portion as round flat patty.Place one egg in each patty and wrap the sausage around to cover it.Dip each in beaten egg and then cover with bread crumps. Spray little oil over it.Using Air Fryer at 400 degrees cook it for 15 minutes. This may vary depending on the thickness of the sausage.Make a cut in each into half and serve with egg yolk facing upwards.

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Air Fryer Scotch Eggs

Servings Per Recipe: 6 Calories: 407 % Daily Value * total fat: 27.8g 43 % saturated fat: 8.8g cholesterol: 284mg 95 % sodium: 945mg 38 % potassium: 308mg 9 % carbohydrates: 21.5g 7 % fiber: 0.4g 1 % sugar: 3g protein: 21.4g 43 % exchange other carbs: 2 vitamin a iu: 461IU niacin equivalents: 6mg vitamin b6: 0mg vitamin c: 2mg folate: 45mcg calcium: 55mg iron: 2mg magnesium: 20mg thiamin: 0mg *Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your daily values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs. **Nutrient information is not available for all ingredients. Amount is based on available nutrient data. (-)Information is not currently available for this nutrient. If you are following a medically restrictive diet, please consult your doctor or registered dietitian before preparing this recipe for personal consumption. Powered by the ESHA Research Database © 2018, ESHA Research, Inc. All Rights Reserved Read the full article

[kanniechung]

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[indomitablemegnolia]

I feel myself disconnecting, I feel myself isolating not wanting to interact with the air let alone with another human.  I am pulling away, sectioning myself off, I don’t want to, but its the only survival I know of.  Every drop of hope having leaked out before I realized there was a hole. I feel my soul abating, my heart cold and empty.  It whispers to me the uselessness of dreaming, wanting, it says all I will ever know or be is lonesome emptiness and heartbreak.  I try to escape to that other place, where the brighter option at least hangs with in my reach, but I can’t even retreat into my own skin.  In the absence of light darkness prevails.  I try to paint my world like I usually do and on this blank canvas of my mind, yes, I do believe I have abused the escapes that are there and they have now disappeared.  I no longer have the power I used to do to shun reality who was never my true friend the don’t have the power they used to.  Was a time, Terminus would saunter into the room, I could paint a bright red door on the side of the fireplace and step through… It’s not that my mind lost the power, just the suspension of disbelief… I can’t bring myself to believe that which frequently proves itself false.

I can’t run to the waiting arms of Life, himself as he has forsaken me, my soul chafes at running to Terminus after he has fled… and mostly my mind is a paltry substitute for the warmth of an actual hand.  I sink further into the dark, that reality, the truths that slice at my soul like razors. The few people who have touched me intimately, several out of violence, one out of convenience, but never truly out of love or passion… pathetic I know. I have looked long in the mirror before she and I became such enemies. What I saw not ugly, I didn’t ever nit pic the stripes and bumps and dips, just care, war, worn, wan and undesirable… I am simple, nondescript, aside from scars, as passable as air. The human part of my mind wondered why no one ever saw me with fire in their eyes, the other part just hushed the thought, it wasn’t meant for this lifetime. Possibly next go round I will come back as a hedonistic paragon only pleasure and ease…  and in that world pigs fly…

Like tearing a page from a notebook I pull that thought from my mind crumple it an throw it into a cast iron pot slamming the lid.

Blood corrupted but good news the cancer won’t kill you.  Rippp crumple slam

Your works are good but… rip crump  slam

Your trying your credit repairs are not enough… rip crumple slam

You have been weighed measured and fit in every way possible and found utterly lacking….. rip rip rip crumple slam, Fate you sunny bitch of a whore, you can’t win, I hate you too much to let that happen.  I take my pot and throw lighter fluid into the pot letting it soak and stew those thoughts floating a few honey suckle to sweeten the pot. I strike a match and kissing the flame I drop it into the pot. 

Dancing like a maniac I listen to the screams as the thoughts die…

FUCK YOU FATE.  IF you want me come and get it you bitch.

[witchplse]

adam/ronan wwi au: an excerpt

tw: historically typical non explicit descriptions of death

Adam made Lance-Corporal some time at the end of April, Ypres, 1915. He met Gansey a month later.

All around them were the dead and dying, and the chlorine was lingering in the air, and Czerny, who had been perched cheerily on a low stone wall that had somehow survived the obliteration, saluted him somewhat ironically. “Sir,” he said.

Adam pulled his uniform straight. He said, fully aware that he’d only been promoted because Lance-Corporal Parker had taken shrapnel to the head the day previously, “now you’re next in line.”

“Watch your back, Parrish. I’ll get you before the Huns do for a chance at that badge.”

“Bugger off.”

He’d never expected to make it past Private, nor had he ever had any desire to. He’d signed up for the sheer joy of watching the family farm vanish behind him and for the rather spiteful hope that one day he’d die in battle and his father would have to live with that regret for the rest of his miserable days - not, thought Adam, that there was any guarantee of regret, or even of grief, if that telegram ever did come. His father hadn’t even been proud of his son marching off to the front; he’d managed to project a sense of selfish irritation even then.

Two weeks later they held Frezenberg Ridge, and Adam lost eight of his twelve-strong company to gas; Adam was pretty sure Czerny survived only though sheer bloody mindedness, and he himself through luck. Another week in and they were all bone tired, and every day they went over the top, and every day new men were cycled in under Adam’s command and every day new men were lost, and every day the heat of his rifle almost seared his palms and every day he looked into the face of another German soldier, distorted under their gas-protecting masks, and felt absolutely nothing. They lost Bellewaarde Ridge on May 24th, when they were forced into another retreat, one step ahead of the cloud at all times, the chlorine stinging the back of Adam’s throat and forcing tears from his eyes like an accusation. And every day, the mud, and every day, Czerny.

They fell back to just south of the city, knowing full well that it was in shelling distance now and that the Germans wouldn’t even have to move from their trenches to wreak havoc. They dug themselves into the new front lines and they were given two days to recover before they received their marching orders, and Adam was so exhausted he could barely see to crawl into the makeshift, damp dugout. Czerny was furiously making tea in a clanging saucepan. He said, sharp, “what’s the point?”

Adam hadn’t asked himself that question in months. He didn’t even peel off his boots before clambering into the hollow that would serve as his bed for the night. “King and country?” he offered, blankly, to the dirt ceiling. For Czerny, the sentence might hold some truth; he was a Londoner, born and bred. For Adam, with the heavy accent of the Highlands, patriotism was something associated with huge dipping valleys and complex clan allegiances that still held sway in the village pub, not the King down south in Westminster. Czerny shook his head.

“I don’t mean the war, I mean this campaign. Ypres. The city’s lost. It’s mostly rubble by now. There are no civilians left. We’re killing ourselves over land.”

“Land we have to have,” Adam pointed out, through a yawn. “Otherwise they have it. Is that for me?”

“No,” Czerny said, handing him a grimy tin cup. It bruised Adam’s lips with its heat and left a bitter taste on his tongue, so strong it was barely tea anymore. He downed it in one long gulp and was out so fast he barely had time to swallow.

The next morning the shells woke him, the crump as they hit the city, the screaming whistle overhead, and he made his way through the grey dawn - he hadn’t seen a clear sky in so long he was growing sure that sunlight was a myth - past bleary sentries, to the Officers’ dugout, and knocked on the door frame, adjusting his cap. Sergeant Wilson called from down below. “Come on, Parrish!”

Adam clattered down the wooden stairs, neatly ducking under the protruding roof as he came down into the dark, damp space that served as the Officers’ home. Sergeant Wilson was by the desk, bent almost double to examine some roughly drawn plans, his arm in a sling that had once been white. Next to him was a man Adam had never met before; he had the decorations of a Lieutenant, which made sense, considering Second Lieutenant Frank Jones hadn’t made it back two days previously. Czerny had been pretty cut up over that - he’d liked the man - but Adam made a habit of not getting attached to the Officers. Whatever happened in some Platoons, this one’s leadership rotated pretty damn quickly. He’d expect nothing less - it was an Officer’s job to go over first, to lead every charge - but it made for some confusing evenings as they tried to remember who was in charge. This one couldn’t have been more than a few years older than Adam, and so, determined already to hate him, Adam snapped a salute. “Sir.”

“At ease. This is Lieutenant Richard Gansey,” said Wilson, who was a tired-looking man in his forties, with greying dark hair and a drooping mustache. “He got here from Artois yesterday evening.”

“Oof,” said Adam involuntarily, in sympathy. “Festubert?” The news of that had filtered through pretty damn quickly: most of Adam’s platoon had come with him from the Highlands, and two of the Battalions obliterated in Artois had been from the north, too. Lieutenant Richard Gansey, who had the clear, broad face of an Eton man and carelessly curly bronze hair, nodded.

“You’re not from Kinguisse?” he asked, and Adam congratulated himself on his judgement: his accent was Oxford through and through, so sharp it could cut glass; all he needed was a flute of champagne and he’d be every man Adam’s father had ever wanted dead. Adam shook his head.

“No, thank God, poor buggers. I’m from Lairg.” Gansey nodded. He held himself like a military man. Some of the Officers they’d been sent had clearly never left the home counties; they hadn’t lasted long. Adam wondered how Wilson felt taking orders from someone so much younger than him, someone who had so obviously been promoted through connections - an uncle or someone in the war office, thought Adam, somewhat bitterly. He couldn’t keep the confrontation out of his voice when he said: “See much action?”

For a moment, at the perceived challenge, Gansey’s mouth tightened. Adam knew that look; he wore it himself, often enough. But then he relaxed, and spread his hands wide, and when he smiled it was warm enough to defrost the centre of Adam’s chest, just a little bit. “Some,” he said, inclining his head like a fencer acknowledging a hit. “But not so much as you, I don’t think. We’ve got reinforcements making their way up from Lens.”

“We need them.” Wilson looked up sharply at his tone, but Adam ignored him.

“I can see that.”

His face was grave. Adam narrowed his eyes, trying to get a handle on him, but failed; Gansey was nearly impossible to read. “I’d better get on,” he said, and then added, before he could be accused of insubordination, “sir.”

“Yes,” Gansey said, “yes, go on. I’ll see you this evening with the other Lance-Corporals to receive the new ones.”

Adam nodded to Wilson, who was chewing his little fingernail, and turned on his heel. Outside, the sky was still grey, and the air tasted of smoke when he inhaled, a part of him already braced for the pineapples-and-peppers scent that proceeded gas; there was nothing and the horizon, through the barbed wire, was clean and clear. He rolled his shoulders back, feeling oddly unsettled, as if he had just lost a fight. It wasn’t that he resented the Officers, not usually, but God if he didn’t want them to stay well away from him. Down the trench and round the corner he thought of Czerny and his endless card games and took off his hat, smoothed his blond hair back, replaced it. He hadn’t realised he had been lingering until a hand on his shoulder made him jump a mile high.

He crashed down to earth, hating Gansey more than ever: the Lieutenant was grinning, abashed. “Sorry,” he said, “my mistake. Lost in thoughts, were you?”

“Jesus,” said Adam, through gritted teeth. “I could’ve shot you.”

“I’m a quick draw.” In the sunlight Adam could see imperfections on Gansey’s marble statue face; bags under his eyes, a long thin cut that stroked the length of his jawline. His eyes were amber and trusting, like a labrador. He shook Adam’s clear disapproval off as if it were nothing. “I wanted to catch you without Wilson in the room. I don’t think he likes me.”

“He doesn’t like anyone,” Adam re-joined immediately. “He makes a career out of it.”

Gansey barked out a laugh. It was shockingly endearing. Adam squared his shoulders; he was braced for friendship - he could see it coming and hated it, but couldn’t think how to avoid it. If the man wanted to be liked, then damn it, fine, he’d like him. Gansey leant in a little, conspiratorial. “I want you to tell me,” he said, “how the men are. And I mean, really. This is my first platoon, and I’m not going to fuck it up.”

The word was crisp in his smart voice. Later, Adam would learn that Gansey swore only rarely - he wasn’t brought up to, and he was shockingly prudish for someone who went to boarding school; in fact, in the short period of their acquaintance, Adam would hear him say the word only once more. As it was, Adam accepted it without question. “I’ll tell you what you need to know,” he said, impressed despite himself. “But be wary, alright. They won’t take kindly to an interloper being in their business - especially not an English one, no offense meant.”

Gansey smiled. “Offense meant,” he corrected.

“Well, maybe,” Adam conceded. “Listen to me and you’ll be fine. Well,” and he shrugged. “I can’t predict the future. But we won’t stab you in the back.”

To Adam’s surprise, Gansey held out his hand. After a moment’s hesitation, he took it. Gansey’s grip was firm and determined; Adam felt like he had when he had first been recruited. He felt something cold travel down his spine. It was being in the presence of something great. If any of them, he thought, were going to survive this, it would be Lieutenant Richard Gansey. “That’s all I need,” Gansey said. “To have someone at my back.”

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[eurusholmmes]

you infuriate me|| tony stark

So here we go! My first requested oneshot by Anon! For the next week or so, Tony Stark requests are open. If you would like to be tagged, please inform me!

Reader is mad at Tony for some reason (they are dating) and they don’t see each other for like a week, but she is there for him when he needs her the most (even though he thinks she won’t be) He needs some affection, love and someone to listen to his problems.

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, panic attacks

Set post The Avengers movie

  “I’m going to ask you this one more time. Do you trust me?” You demanded, throwing a weeks worth of clothes into the suitcase that sat on the bed you and Tony shared. “Because it seems like you don’t.”

  “I don’t particularly favor Natasha taking you out clubbing and men looking at you that way. I mean.. if I’m not with you y/n.. then the men in this city can be looking at you the way I look at you.”

  “I can take care of myself, genius. I did have an assassin with me all night!”

The most infuriating part of Tony’s words was this; you were in love with him and had been in love with him since you were kids. The two of you had faded out of contact with one another for the greater part of ten years following graduating MIT together, until Iron Man had swooped in and saved you from a burning apartment building you’d been residing in.

  “Wait-Where are you going?!” He questioned, hot on your heels as you snapped your suitcase shut and stormed out of your bedroom in the Avengers Tower. “Please y/n, I just-”

  “Have a little more faith in me, babe.” You snapped, ignoring the confused expressions of Steve and Thor as you pushed the ground floor button on the elevator panel. “You’ll see me back here soon enough.”

It killed you to have to watch the pain flicker across his face when the elevator doors closed, sending you sliding down the wall in a heap of hot tears and regret. Tony was Tony. He got jealous and possessive and altogether annoying but you loved him more then anyone ever had. That was why he needed you because you gave him more self reassurance and unconditional love. That it was okay to make mistakes and it was okay to be human.

Tony sunk to his knees and used all of his willpower to make the cry building up in his throat recede when the elevator doors shut and you vanished from his sight.

Alone. Even with the entirety of the Avengers living in his tower, Tony had never felt more alone in his entire life then when he’d driven you away. But every one comes home again when it is in danger of breaking at the seams.

A Week Later

  “You come back home to me, you hear?”

His nightmares are just as vivid as always and play the same sequence on a loop. The last exchange between you and Tony as he heaved the missile meant to obliterate New York into the wormhole that the Chitauri continued to pour out of. 

  “My home is you. Two arms to lift me up and a heartbeat to keep me going.”

Tony can feel his chest constricting as your screams break into the never ending darkness of space as his suit shut down, and the oxygen slowly dissipated from his lungs. Just one moment of death, a single moment of peace that would traumatize him for the rest of his life.

  “We deserve to be happy. We deserve a good ending, sweetheart. As long as I’m standing here, no one will ever hurt you. Not ever again.”

You were wide awake when JARVIS’ connection to your phone began blinking at 3 AM, immediately turning your blood to ice. The only time JARVIS ever got in contact with you was when Tony was having a panic attack or a nightmare and you weren’t around to console him when he pulled out of it.

  “Miss y/l/n, it is dire that you return to Stark Tower as soon as you possibly can.”

  “What’s wrong? Is Tony okay?”

  “Sir is having another nightmare again.”

The entire altercation that had taken place between you and Tony did not matter in that moment. What mattered was getting to him before things got out of hand.

Luckily enough you lived on the same street as Stark Tower, you rushed out your front door in your pajamas and sprinted through the bitter chill to the front doors of the Tower and straight to the elevator. Your heartbeat frantically slammed against your sternum as the doors opened on the penthouse floor, the majority of the room dark other then by the TV where Steve had fallen asleep on the sofa.

You quietly tiptoed through the main hall until you came up on the door to Tonys bedroom, creating a large enough gap to slip inside and shut it behind you. The sheets were crumped and out of place along with most of the pillows discarded on the floor. The air held a very somber tension as you peered through the darkness to look for your boyfriend.

  “Tony?”

Tony was curled in on himself on the floor, his knees brought up to his chest as he vacantly stared at the door. You timidly outstretched our hand as you approached him, resting it on his hip as his eyes snapped up to meet yours. Even in the darkness of his bedroom, you could still see the tears that stained his cheeks. “You-” He panted, gripping your hand and resting it against his face as he leaned into your touch. “You came home to me.”

Your heart sank as you raked your fingers through his hair, propping yourself up against the entertainment center as he slowly brought himself upward to sit parallel from you. “You may infuriate me hotshot but I still love you. A lot.” He outstretched his arms as if he were a child looking for comfort, grabbing your hands and pulling you into his lap. You weaved your legs around his narrow hips and cupped the nape of his neck, allowing your nose to ghost the inside of his neck. “What was your nightmare about?”

You shivered as his grip tightened on your hips, his tears soaking the fabric of your pajama shirt. “New York. Wormhole. Your words to me before I just.. died.” A guttural sob broke past his lips as you shushed him and softly raked your fingers through his hair in hopes that it would calm him down. “I’m just.. y/n I’m exhausted. I’m so tired of being afraid and I just want it to stop. I don’t want to worry that you’ll leave me for somebody else. Someone better, someone who isn’t haunted by nightmares and his own mistakes. You deserve-”

  “You. I love you and I want you. I’m not like everyone else. I love you because you’re smart and intelligent and humble and kind. I love the way you can make my toes curl with just the sound of your voice. I love the way your eyes shine and the way your lips curl just before you smile.” You stood to your feet and grinned widely as he too stood, extending his hand and twirling you beneath his arm. “The way you do everything in your power to make me happy. Your science lingo. The Iron Man suits. Tony… there-”

You sentence was cut off as you fell into his chest, his arms immediately winding around your waist as he captured your lips in his own. It was short and sweet but did nothing short of turn your insides to mush. “Did that make your toes curl?” He whispered huskily, snickering as you nodded and stomped towards the bed. “What are we-”

  “You’re going to get in this bed, we are going to get a decent nights sleep, and we are not going to have sex.” You demanded. Throwing back the covers, you sank into your side of the bed and sighed as Tony dipped into the mattress on his side, pulling you against his body and resting his face in the space between your shoulder blades. “I love you.”

He was already out cold.

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