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namelesspastel · 8 months

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Eternally Yours: Chapter 1

Miyano Yoshikazu is an Omega. Sasaki Shuumei is an Alpha. Them hanging out together shouldn't cause any problems, right?

In this world, there are 3 different sexes you are born with, in addition to your normal sex. You have male and female. And then you have Alpha, Beta and Omega.

Alphas are the top of the food chain. They’re (typically) smart, good looking and good at just about everything they put their mind to. If we put a label on them, they’d be the Uncommon to Rare type.

Betas are average. They’re just normal people who don’t have to deal with things like pheromones or heats or ruts. They’re the most common and take up a large portion of the population.

Lastly, you have Omegas. Omegas used to be at the bottom of the pyramid due to their heat cycles and inability to control their pheromones. They couldn’t work for very long because heats tend to last a week and sometimes they could be unstable and their heats can come at random. Although nowadays, they’re about on par with Betas in terms of social standing thanks to the medications that have come out. Now the main difference is that Omegas have a super high fertility rate. If we put a label on them, female omegas are on the Super Rare tier while male Omegas are on the Ultra Rare tier.

I am Miyano Yoshikazu and I am an Omega.

My mom tells me stories sometimes about how it was when she was a kid, about how parents of Omega children would apologize to them for being born an Omega. She remembers how her mom cried when she found out her daughter was an Omega and how growing up people kept her at a distance, even though it wasn’t something she could control.

It’s not like that now though. Medicine and suppressants have come a long way and now, as long as an Omega is properly taking their meds (it’s now a daily pill instead of an injection that you use once your heat starts), they can live totally normal lives.

“Yoshi-kun?” My mom knocked on the door to my room as I was getting all my things together. “Are you up? You don’t want to be late for school,”

“Yes, I’m coming!” I called out and grabbed the few things I had left on my desk and shoved them into my bag.

I quickly went to the kitchen and sat down as my dad also came to the table. My mom set the last of breakfast onto the table and sat down herself, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay, Yoshi-kun?”

“I’ll be fine, mom.”

“Relax, dear,” My dad said, gently taking her hand. “He’s been taking his medicine. He’ll be fine. It’s not like it was when we were kids,”

“Oh, I know. But this is a mixed school. It’s not just Betas and Omegas, it’s Alphas, too!” My mom cried.

“Mom, I’ll be fine. This school is known for being super safe for Omegas even though they have Alphas. And it’s not like I haven’t been around Alphas before,”

“Sure, but the only Alpha you’re constantly around is your father. That’s very different from an Alpha you met in school.” She said and I sighed and shared a look with my dad. He shrugged. There wasn’t really anything we could do to abate her worries.

And what she said was true. My dad was an Alpha and my mom was an Omega. They weren’t fated to be together or anything like that, as they liked to say, my mom just happened to be an Omega and my dad just happened to be an Alpha. Even if one or both of them were a different sex, they liked to say they would have still ended up together.

“Oh! If you don’t hurry you’re going to be late. Both of you,” My mom suddenly switched gears and quickly cleaned up our finished breakfast.

I went to the front door while my dad went go to collect the things he needed for work. “I’m off!” I called out to them.

***

“Take care!” My mom waved from the kitchen, trying her best to hide her worry. I waved back and made my way to the train station.

I had made sure to leave some extra time just in case something happened, and luckily got to the station with time to spare. The last thing I wanted was to be late on my first day of high school. I got on the train once it pulled in and after a quick glance, saw that the majority of the seats were taken, despite the early hour. I debated going onto the Omega only car but decided against it, just in case anyone from my new school saw me. I personally didn’t care that I was an Omega but I still didn’t want it broadcasted to the entire student body.

I sighed and pulled out the student handbook. It wasn’t a very long train ride to the station at the school but it wasn’t a short one either and it wasn’t like I could bring my manga with me to school. The train stopped twice and on the second stop, as the doors slowly opened I smelled… something. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell and it wasn’t overpowering or anything like that but it caught my attention all the same. I looked up, trying to figure out where it was coming from when my eyes landed on a very tall man with dyed brown hair and piercings standing on the platform on the other side of the door, looking just as confused as I was.

He was covering his nose but when he looked up our eyes locked and I froze. His eyes went from cold and hard to soft and warm in an instant and I quickly felt a heat rising on the nape of my neck as my heart began to pound. We stared at each other like that, completely frozen until the doors shut and the train began to move again.

I took a deep, shaky breath as I was suddenly able to move again, and put a hand over my heart, trying to calm it down. It still felt like my heart was trying to jump out of my chest.

“Are you okay?” A woman asked with concern, as apparently seeing me crouched over and clutching my chest. I tried to respond but my voice got stuck in my throat and all I could do was shake my head. They seemed to realize something was wrong and quickly guided me to the door to the Omega car and helped get settled there. The woman got off the train before I did, but said to go to an attendant at the next stop if I didn’t feel better, but luckily, sitting down really helped. I fanned myself with my student notebook, trying my best to delay the fever that had suddenly hit me. By the time the train stopped at the correct station, I was feeling completely normal… minus the confusion about what had caused those sudden symptoms in the first place.

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micahthemoon · 4 months

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December 31 2023 It’s New Years eve, the last day of the year. And what a year! I’ve experienced so many great things in my transgender journey this year. To honor those accomplishments, I’ve dedicated today’s entry to highlighting one post from each month and what I consider the most significant experience, good or bad. Here’s to a new year full of yet more great opportunities to grow, to learn to love myself and find myself. Micah is checking out. See you in 2024.

January = Sickleave I was not-forced-but-kinda-forced to go on sick leave from applying to jobs. Honesty, I fear that starting therapy would ruin my chances of starting hormones someday. But I don’t think I can wait any longer. I might need to bite the bullet and find a therapist. Pray to whoever that this doesn’t take away the progress I made in medically transitioning. Or worse make people invalidate my gender identity because ‘Mentally Ill ™’ (01/04)

February= Second appointment and BMI wakeup call After four months of waiting, I finally had my second appointment at the gender clinic! All went well except the scales. I don’t own a scale at home – I won’t risk hating myself more because of a number. Thing is, I am around 15-20 kg heavier than six years ago and at least 5 kg too heavy for top surgery atm- And I fell into my own trap of feeling horrible about my body because of it. (02/14)

March = Legally changed gender It happened! I finally got the message that my gender id is legally changed now! It feels so surreal! I’m honestly filled with so much adrenalin I didn’t even have time to second guess writing to my Banks, insurance and other important systematic institutions in need of the news! Gah, I want It all to be fixed now but it takes time and really, I am just overjoyed! (03/02)

April = Starting minoxidil First day using minoxidil!! I got it yesterday yet decided it would be fitting starting on a Monday. My daily routines are getting so crowded now both including minoxidil and tattoo aftercare. I think it’s a good thing in terms of making a routine to when I hopefully get testosterone. By then hopefully I’ve learned from all my past mistakes – like this morning where I put minoxidil on before eating my breakfast. Take it from me, minoxidil doesn’t taste great. (04/17)

May = Third appointment, reached weight goal You know you’ve mastered your mascara game when your gender therapist is wondering out loud whether you’ve started HRT without him knowing. I really enjoy how confused my mascara beards can make people. But alright back to the gender identity clinic appointment I had today. It went well better than I’d expected and if all goes well, I might be able to start testosterone way earlier than I’d expected too. And the cherry on top I am now under the cut off weight for top surgery!!! (05/15)

June = Starting a positive relationship to my body (image) Something strange happened when I was going to bed yesterday. For some random reason I started feeling my torso and I didn’t feel disgust about it? I touched every little bit of stomach, waist, and hips to figure out why it felt this neutral maybe even good suddenly. I have never liked how this part of me felt or looked so this was such a surreal experience. The feeling disappeared as quickly again when I lay down, but it did make me want to try to do some morning stretches. Success, I guess? (06/01)

July = Getting my gender validated by somebody I trust Today the camper that has been here the longest (she had 20th anniversary this year) told me that back when we first met, she couldn’t connect with me. Like I had a wall up to the world. Now that wall was gone, and she could finally see me. And she almost felt attracted to who I was now. Coming from her this means so much to me. I might not need people’s permission to transition but at the same time knowing what I do seems right to others is a huge relief. Thank you so much for telling me. (07/20)

August = An almost-approval for HRT I got the answer from the gender clinic about t. The answer is ‘maybe?’. One person was on holiday, and he needs to look at my case before the team can approve it. Don’t get me wrong I’m glad that everybody else seemed on board. However, I am a bit annoyed given that the team knew when they’d discuss my case for two months and they didn’t make sure everybody was present. Or at least let me know beforehand if not everybody could be present, so I wouldn’t get nervous without reason. (08/10)

September = An actual approval for HRT Guys!! GUYS!!!! It happened!! I am now gotten approved for testosterone!!! I am so happy I spend way too long trying to make an ig post about it!!! Sure, I still must wait for preparation appointments and blood tests and all of that but just knowing I am officially approved and on my way to get started is amazing. I even bought myself a celebratory licorice even tho I try not to snack (felt only half bad eating it)!!! (09/11)

October = Participating in baseline meassurements for HRT study I was at some pre-t tests for a study I’m participating in. We went through different physical tests, muscle strength, lung capacity together with scans of the heart and bones. Overall, it was alright especially given how awkward I’ve felt about the EKKO scan of the heart (first time since my ex I had no shirt on in front of another). What ended up being the worst was the CT because I got the dizziness side effects from the drug, they gave us. Glad I did the test but wow I am tired now. (10/31)

November = Starting HRT And so it starts fr. Here is my first (if not counting the pre-t one) testosterone update!!! I think I should maybe for the next ones try to do it before doing my mascara beard just to see if you can see any difference in my 'clean face' over time. (11/23)

December = Finding new way to measure voice pitch I got myself a new toy: a voice pitch analyzer app!! I was suggested this app by a trans friend as another fun way to document my transition and so I just tried it to make a sort of late baseline. It says my pitch is on average 173-178 hz (depending on language) which is in the female range (feminine voices tend to be classified as between 165-255 hz while men’s around 85-155; I googled it). Looking forward to seeing the changes over time. Maybe it can become a tool for gender euphoria! (12/17)

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davidstarhomecare · 8 months

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What Things Keep in Mind When Hiring Pediatric Home Service in Broward County

In the United States, approximately 1.7 million people have some disability that limits their ability to perform activities of daily living (ADLs). A home health agency can help these people live independently by providing in-home care that enables them to go about their daily routine as alone as possible. Home health agencies are often staffed by nurses and other professionals who can provide specialized care for people with special needs. The most common types of special needs include spinal cord injuries, amputations, traumatic brain injuries, cerebral palsy and muscular dystrophy.

Consider Why You Are Looking for A Service

Before you begin your search, consider why you are seeking a service. What kind of help are you looking for? Are you looking for someone to help with physical therapy, or do you need help with personal care? Do you want the caregiver to manage medications and administer them correctly--or do they have experience doing so in the past?

These considerations will help narrow down your options when searching through available caregivers.

Have A Clear Understanding of What is Needed

You must have a clear understanding of what is needed. It is essential to know your goal before you start looking for a pediatric home service. Write down your goals and then share them with the agency or company that you plan on hiring so they can match their services with what you need.

For example: "We want someone who will help our son when he has asthma attacks."

Take The Time to Do Your Research

Doing your research before hiring a pediatric home service in Broward County is important. One of the first things you should look for is a company that has been around for a while, which will indicate that they are reliable and trustworthy.

Look at How Your Child's Needs May Change Over Time

As your child grows, their needs will change. You may need to find a new pediatric home care provider for them.

Rule Out Issues That Can Be Addressed at Home or in A Day Care Setting

It is important to note that not all situations require professional care. For example, if your child has a fever, it may be appropriate for you to provide treatment at home or in a day care setting.

If you need clarification on whether or not the Pediatrician's office must see your child right away, consult with them before making any decisions about where they should go.

Be Prepared to Pay More

While it's true that home health care can be more expensive than nursing homes and day care, this is only sometimes the case. It depends on the agency you choose.

Keep in Mind That The Staff Will Likely Be More Diverse and Qualified Than in A Nursing Home

The staff will likely be more diverse and qualified than in a nursing home. This is because children are treated by Pediatricians or other specialized medical professionals, who have often been trained at some of the best colleges in America. They also have access to cutting-edge technology and equipment found only at high-end hospitals.

When hiring Pediatric Home Service providers in Broward County, check out their credentials before signing any contracts!

You Should Have Regular Follow-Up Visits with The Pediatrician and Nursing Staff to Get The Best Results

One of the most important things to consider when hiring a Pediatric home service is how often you must visit the doctor and nursing staff. You may want to visit them once or twice a week, but others might find this too frequent. You should also keep an eye on what happens during these visits; any problems with your child's health or behaviour could be due to something else.

If you have any questions about what kind of Pediatrician would be best suited for your family, ask friends who have children or talk with other parents at school events such as play dates or birthday parties--they will likely know which doctors they like working with most! It's also essential that everyone on the staff knows how best to treat each child individually (for example, some children may not like being touched by strangers).

A Home Health Agency Has Access to Doctors and Hospitals But Can Work with A Wider Variety of Specialists If Needed

When you hire home health agency, they can access doctors and hospitals. If your child's doctor recommends a specialist, the staff can get them into the office for an appointment quickly.

Home health agencies also have the advantage of hiring staff with more diverse backgrounds than nursing homes can offer. This means that if one nurse isn't available on any given day, more people qualified in different areas can fill in for them without disrupting care for patients or causing delays in treatment plans.

Conclusion

If you're looking for a pediatric home health service in Broward County, Florida, it's crucial to find one with the right qualifications. The staff should be well-trained and experienced in caring for children with special needs. They should also have access to doctors and hospitals if more specialized care is needed. In addition, make sure that the agency has an established record of success with similar cases before hiring them as your child's caregivers.

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mer-se · 1 year

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How do you experience panic attacks I wonder if that’s what’s happening to me at night and early in the mornings

Oh boy this is gonna be long.

Cortisol levels are higher in the morning so it’s sort of normal to feel anxious in the morning! If I have something stressful to do and i’m up early for it I can’t even eat I’ll like gag. But I also have generalized anxiety and other craziness as well. I don’t have panic the same way I once did. Everyone experiences them differently! Some people cry and literally freak out, some are just quiet. Panic attacks are usually random and from pent up unresolved anxiety. Someone who didn’t know me well probably wouldn’t know I was having an issue aside from getting shaky. Mostly because I’m deeply self aware to my own detriment and will never make a scene or make myself look a mess so I internalize everything. I don’t like medical things and have had a lot of that recently and internally am stressed but on the outside it looks like I’m chillen, like unless you really know me you wouldn’t know fully, that’s probably why I’m not always babied by strangers (which is great for me) I don’t want that and it makes it worse. I do well actually in stressful situations/environments and on my own in them at times because without a source of familiar comfort it makes me flip a switch in my brain to look/be brave as fuck, because what I’m not gonna do is embarrass myself ever and I can pull a good poker face. Growing up I went through a lot alone and I can go back to that place and deal with a lot and rely on lil ol me to get through it, but gonna need all the comfort after. It’ll just take a lot out of me physically after. Mine have gotten so much better and it’s more rare now. I mostly just get extremely nauseous and feel like I’m probably going to die immediately, and it’s random like I can be washing dishes and get a wave of doom wash over me and internally am like running from a bear in the woods but standing at my sink. When I use to get them bad a couple years ago I’d get them at night and would have to lay down and like sweat it out basically, lasted for hours back then. It’s just your fight or flight response misfiring, but it literally feels horrible and I wouldn’t wish the feeling on anyone, takes a lot out of you, like ur body is reacting to danger and there’s a lot of physical symptoms, and that dread ooof gurl. I can cope wayy better with it now but you never can get use to the initial feeling. If you’re going through this I promise it’ll get better, in 2019 I took cold medicine and got really drunk and ended up in the er from what was like a bad reaction/medicine induced panic attack it was terrible, after that I was having them like daily for months. Was a nightmare, because I didn’t know what was happening it took a long time but I climbed out of it and I very rarely have them now and if I do I can get it together. I had a mild one at work this past winter randomly and just paced around and felt like throwing up but didn’t, and made it through and still did my work. I actually went and took the trash out to the dumpsters in the dark (cold air helps). I don’t let it like devastate my life anymore and that’s kind of key, not giving it so much power. They don’t scare me as much now so I can get over it faster and now they don’t happen as much. Anxiety feeds off anxiety. It’s just your body trying to protect you unfortunately it’s bad timing and feels not good. A misfire. I take way better care of myself now. I take magnesium (glycinate or taurate) for my anxiety and it help me a lot, also walking and doing cardio helps. You’ll come out of it promise, it just takes time.

#this is a psa to never mix cold meds and alcohol it’s rly bad #dextromethorphan and phenylephrine can cause anxiety in a sober person #nevermind adding literal poison alcohol on it #stupid bitch disease #I tried to make this a read more so it wouldnt be so long but idk how to do that now im old

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notesfromdruchan · 1 year

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Aji tales

There is but one thread that connects me to my maternal grandmother who passed away on a confusing, no-time-to-brood day at the peak of the second Covid wave in India in 2021. We do not know what really killed her – pneumonia induced by severe downfall in Hemoglobin levels or possible-Covid – but death descended on her amidst a flurry of strenuous running-around to get her medical care. Around 2am that night, the family having decided to let her pass away instead of putting her through a protracted misery of sickness and treatments to lymphocitic leukamia, my mom woke me up to let me know that aji, on whom I had affixed the oxygen mask from the concentrator just a few hours ago, had passed away. She lay motionless, somewhat awkwardly, with her right arm across her neck, her bony elbow propping up, one of her legs bent, on the steel cot that my brother and I had assembled with some help from my father... the same cot on which I had lied next to her, watching old Tamil movie clips, or pattimandram speeches with her, not knowing when it was her turn to leave us all.

I've always nurtured this idea that aji was more fond of my other two cousins than I. That they got to spend almost all of their growing-up years with aji around them, almost being a second-mom to my brother and often being the first-mom to my sister, helped cement this notion in me. I'd only get to interact with her during the summer holidays when my mom would take me to the grandparents' place, or when the gramps visited us. And in those days, there was a side of aji that remained, in my knowledge, completely hidden. It took my brother's coming-of-age (and his prodding) for her to reveal that she had an outrageously smart, witty side to her and once that happened, there was no stopping her, even during the times she was in the ICU, fresh out of a near-death experience when the first sign of leukamia started rearing its head.

Sometime by then, we were all grown-ups and there was no causticity to the feeling of being the grandson she had spent the least amount of time with. As dire the situation was – she had to come stay with us because, at the time, only mom had the time to take care of her – the silver-lining to it (for me, personally) was that now this merchant-of-unexpected-wit would be living with us. Living with me. Just a handful of years before this was when I found in aji the perfect person I could talk excitedly about old Tamil songs, their nuances, their composers, their tales and more (besides my school friends R and S). It didn't strike me then as to why it was such a glorious moment but retrospectively, it's because I could finally, finally connect with aji in a way that was exclusively mine. While aji was a great aficionado of the songs themselves for the lyrics (and the lyricists), I went after the music and the arrangement and the history. She'd often quip, in response to me asking and then telling her that such-and-such song was composed by such-and-such person (usually MSV), that back in her day, she hardly paid any attention to who the composer was and all they cared about was the actors onscreen and the people who penned the lyrics. I felt proud (vain, I know) that I knew more about a song that came out when aji was in her prime than aji did.

I eventually discovered great acting (and greater dialog) in comedy scenes of old Tamil movies and, soon enough, these became a topic of conversation as well. Aji had a bad back that prevented her from sitting for more than a few minutes so she had to often lie down. You could try a lot of things to keep her entertained but there's only so much that could be done with the vagaries of a daily life lived as a middle-class, salaried household. Everyone of us tried ways to help her while away the time as she lay on her steel cot. Mine was to lie next to her, open up YouTube on my phone, clip in the earphones – one in my ear and the other in hers – and watch, with her, a Nagesh-Balaiah scene, or a Chandrababu one, or a Cho-Nagesh one (the options were endless, really). I'd often pretend that I was doing it because I was bored and that I just wanted to lie down and watch something and only plugged in and shared the earphone for courtesy but now that I think of it, I wonder if she was clued in to the pretense all along.

For many months after her passing, I avoided anything black-and-white like the plague – no old Tamil songs, no old Tamil movie clips, and sometimes not even anything that goes back to the 60s and 70s of the Tamil silverscreen era. But it had to give eventually and so I weaved my way back through contemporary artists talking about those days, few stray clips thrown in for emphasis and exemplification. At long last, I could watch everything again but always ending with the absolutely crushing emptiness of not having aji to talk, discuss, or share with.

I was never as close to my aji as my other cousins were, in all my life. But that one thread was plentiful enough to quench an inexplicable want to connect with her.

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globalcareercounselling · 2 years

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What do Your Kids Want to Pursue As A Career?

Before discussing what do your kids want to pursue, let's focus on this question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Have you ever been asked that question? What was your answer?

You might have said – a firefighter, a dancer, a policeman, a professional actor, a doctor, or a teacher. Parents and teachers who ask this question to the children will tell you that very few kids express their interest in being an investment banker, an administrative assistant, a market researcher, or a database administrator.

Why does this happen?

We know that billions of people in this world do all different sorts of jobs but we might only know the jobs and people we encounter in our daily life. We might be familiar with the jobs our parents, friends, relatives or people around us do. That’s what the current generation feels too.

Our full-time job is important as we have to support ourselves and our family in future. It is important to choose a career path which can give your students satisfaction and cater to all their needs in life. They need to find where their happiness lies and they should link it with their career path to get the fulfilment of life.

You are a career counsellor and it’s important that your students have to investigate and be curious about all kinds of careers. There is a possibility that their perfect job might be something they have never heard of. There are endless possibilities in this world. Their future would be based on the planning and work they choose today.

Many students find their passion while they are in secondary school and choose their stream on the basis of their likes and interests but some students are confused about their choices and cannot figure out the best for them. This article may help you in assisting your students with the right career choice.

What do Your Kids Want to Pursue

Do we give importance to success or happiness?

How to decide what is best for your kids?

The correct approach to deciding on a career

Support and believe in the child

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

What do Your Kids Want to Pursue

Do we give importance to success or happiness?

We have to differentiate between hobby and interest. Hobbies are the activities which we do for pleasure or relaxation. It can be done according to one’s own leisure time. But if we want to take it to the next level or we want to get the mastery for the same by upskilling, it’s necessary to come out of our comfort zone.

A career that can give your students happiness can be a hobby that they can upskill and carry throughout their lives. There are some career options that can give them success but if they are not happy with the work they do, that success won’t last.

How to decide what is best for your kids?

This is very important to understand that as parents we should not push the boundaries that ultimately lead to stress or disappointment for a child. We have many examples in our society where a Doctor wants his/her child to join the medical field. If the child has some other skills or interests, he/she won’t get encouragement from parents and society.

We need to observe, understand and analyse the interest and potential of our kids in order to help them in setting their future career goals. We need to identify what the child is good at as it is possible that the career that he was thinking about at a very young age may not be his interest anymore.

We need to provide an open environment where kids can explore and express their thoughts and feelings. We should focus more on skills than a set curriculum for all-around development and open-mindedness of the child. There are so many challenges that kids would face while they grow up and we need to prepare them best for their future.

The correct approach to deciding on a career

We have scientific ways to decide on a career and people who help for the same are career counsellors. Students can opt for Psychometric Tests to know about their personalities, interests etc. Accordingly, they can plan their future goals and make a proper career path for the same. There are some preparations which can be done at an earlier stage like building a suitable profile for a desired course or research for non-conventional career options.

Support and believe in the child

We need to always believe in our kids. Our trust can give them the strength to do their best in the field which they are good at and love the most. Our motivation and guidance will help them to explore and understand the challenges of life and their positive approach toward the future.

Question: When shall we seek career counsellors’ help?

Answer: You should start early as soon as your child is in middle school. Professional help will always be beneficial to decide a goal, and a pathway to achieve it. Thus, you and your child are able to make informed choices.

Question: What is a career assessment?

Answer: A career assessment gives information about careers and helps one make wise career-related decisions. It is different from regular tests as it has all questions related to aptitude, personality, interests, and more.

Hopefully, you have got the answer to this question “What do Your Kids Want to Pursue?”. If your kids/ students are not clear about what they should pursue as a career, this blog may help. Read all the aspects and factors and accordingly help them find their niche.

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lily-drake · 2 years

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Bargain

Time was passing by. Every second, every minute, every hour, every month, every year. Nothing was changing, things never seemed to get better, things only got worse. Failure whispered a part of her mind that seemed so aware yet never caring of the time that slipped by. This wasn’t her fault, but it still felt like it, because even though she herself wasn’t terrorizing the people, she could never truly end the reign of the man who was. Things were dark and bleak and she just lost herself. She lost herself to the ever increasing noise, the silence, the void that was ever consuming her whole. What was there to fight for anymore when nothing would ever change, but the need to defend her home was the only thing that pushed her.

Marinette knew she was dying, she had known it for a very long time. There was only so much strain a body can sustain from the heavy load of magic she wore on a daily basis before her body began to shut down on its own. Maybe if her partner was her true balanced soul then she could recover and continue on with her life, but he wasn’t. The imbalance of their partnership continued to grow larger causing the slow intensity to continue.

It was never like anyone truly cared though. No, only her family knew about her condition, or rather they knew that their only daughter was slowly dying of a mysterious never before seen disease that had no cure. Some days the pain was bearable enough that she could walk around the house with little trouble and attend school. On the worst of days, days that were becoming more and more frequent, she couldn’t even move her finger without crying out in pain. But in the end, it never mattered how she felt, because everyday there was a new threat and everyday she would use the mouse to duplicate herself and use the other miraculous to take down the akuma and/or amok. Often she wouldn’t be able to heal herself completely due to the amount of damage that was done, using up all of her healing ability to revive the people.

“Marinette,”

Tikki whispered into her ear softly. Her voice was pained and full of sorrow, her eyes watery as she watched her little bug fall victim to a fate that she did not deserve at the hands of selfish and despicable human beings.

“Yes Tikki?”

Marinette asked in a breathless whimper. Her eyes were shut so tightly, trying to will the pain that plagued her to just go away.

“I-I…I’m sorry that this is happening. I-no, we,”

She said motioning to the other kwamii around her,

“Will find a way to help you, I promise.”

Marinette gave a small chuckle at that, the hope and belief that she would be healed long since faded. The hope was replaced with an endless misery, depression, and pain that no pill or supplement could ever hope to relieve. Before she could respond though a soft knock was heard from her trapdoor, the sound causing all of the kwamii to hide back in the Miracle Box.

“Marinette dear, someone is here to see you.”

Sabine said gently as she slowly lifted the trap door.

“Do you think you are up for that, if not we can wait.”

Marinette did not want to talk to anyone, but there was a pulling in her chest telling her to do so.

“It’s okay mama. You can send them in.”

A young boy slightly older than her walked into the room and cautiously looked around. Slowly Marinette opened her eyes and watched as he slowly walked towards her, his feet never making a single sound.

“Hello, I’m Timothy Drake, but you can call me Tim.”

He said softly, his voice almost a reverent whisper. His eyes were a bright blue, they almost seemed to glow in the dimness of her room as only a single lamp was lit.

“Marinette.”

She muttered, speaking hurt so it was always best for her to be brief.

“It’s nice to meet you, Marinette. You’re probably wondering why I’m here.”

She didn’t reply, merely watching him. He continued,

“You see, I’m the CEO of Drake Industries, a medical corporation, and we heard about your case. I want to help you find out what’s wrong and help you.”

Marinette huffed a breath in tired annoyance. She was sick and tired of this never ending cycle of people “wanting to help her heal”. No one would ever be successful, it was her own fault she was like this, and if it wouldn’t have caused her excruciating torment then she would have turned on her other side and ignored the man.

Tim gave a small sad smile at her obvious annoyance.

“I bet you hear that phrase a lot, huh?”

A small nod.

“You don’t believe that you’ll survive this, do you?”

A miniscule shake. Tim nodded as if he understood, his ever bright gaze gleaming with an acute awareness that showed he was taking in every bit of information no matter how small it was.

“Well, what if we make a little bargain?”

A raised brow.

“If I can’t heal you, I will do whatever you want and I will pay for everything that your family may need.”

A pause.

“If I can indeed heal you, all I ask is that I get one dessert made by you.”

Marinette was honestly quite surprised. She had expected many things from having to pay money or being some kind of publicity token, she had not expected something so simple. But even if it was something like that, it’s not that she was actually going to live to be able to do it. So with a simple nod, the deal was made. Tim gave her a small smile and returned the nod, he didn’t even reach for her hand knowing that it would cause her pain to even be touched.

“Alright Marinette, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

And with that he stood up and just as quietly as he came, he left. The pain seemed to dull a little, as if his presence eased the pain, but the longer he was gone, the more intense the pain became once again.

Marinette couldn’t even sleep because the pain was so bad. It flared up with every agonizing breath she took.

“Marinette!”

Whispered a frantic almost gravelly voice. The scent of camembert cheese alerted her that the source was Plagg. Marinette hummed questioningly when she felt a small weight on her stomach. Slowly Marinette peeled her eyes open and saw Plagg with a melancholy look, and a silver ring.

“He won’t be able to do anymore damage to you now. I promise that I will find the right person. You’ll get better, we’ll make sure of it.”

A small smile spread across Marinette’s lips, a small weight lifted from her shoulders. A new Cat, a real partner, real balance. Who knows, maybe she would get better, even if it wasn’t actually through Tim.

Tim turned sharply as a dark blurr flew past him. He twisted and turned looking for the source of the obscure flash.

“Hey kid.”

A voice said from behind him which caused Tim to turn quickly and fall into a defensive stance. He just wanted to help this girl heal and find out about this disease so he could know the best way to heal it. Was that really too much to ask for? When he looked up he was shocked to see a small floating black cat with glowing emerald green eyes.

“How much do you really want to help that girl?”

Tim was shocked, but shook his head. He was probably hallucinating, it was his subconscious testing him, so he easily responded,

“I’m going to do whatever it takes to help her.”

The cat flashed him a small smile and dropped a black and green ring into his hand. Only when it landed in his palm did it change into a thin silver single banded ring with a barely noticeable vinyl pattern wrapped around it.

“I’m going to hold you up to that, because she needs you now more than she’s ever needed anyone ever before.”

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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No thoughts just the idea of being captured from your hometown and then forced to become the slave to the royal family of an invading kingdom. Made to work day and night until the eldest prince comes back from war and decides that you’re his personal comfort item. Forced to sooth his nightmares and calm him from his fits of anger while you can do nothing but accept your fate.

tw - unhealthy relationships, codependence, implied pt/sd, emotional abuse, slight victim-blaming.

I think it'd be more fun if your current occupation was at least somewhat voluntary, even if the lines are a little blurred, even if you're too far from home and being paid far too much to ever refuse when the head-maid asks you to walk to the other side of the capital city to pick up yet another piece of jewelry for the Queen's ever-growing collection, or spend the night on your knees scrubbing the floor a feast the King decided to announce the day before he planned to hold it, or take time aside from all your daily chores to organize and clean the chambers of the crown-heir, the crown-heir who's been at war for as long as anyone can remember, the crown-heir who probably doesn't even know you've been ordered dust every book on all seven (you've counted) bookshelves of their personal library individually, much less care about the hours you've spent among their childhood memorabilia. You could leave, if you wanted to, but you never would. The work is grueling, but you need the money. More than you need your pride, at least.

You could leave, if you wanted to. They remind you of that, whenever they force their hand into yours, or rest their head against your chest, or cling to you so tightly - it's hard not to think that one day, they'll manage to break something the castle's medical staff can't fix. They like to use it as proof of your affection for them, evidence that you're doing this out of your own volition, even if you still can't stop yourself from crying whenever their hands dip lower than they should. Sometimes, you feed into it, agree with them, tell them that it doesn't hurt when they dig their nails into your waist, that you don't mind having to stay by their side, having to ignore and draw yourself away from all the other servants, all the people you'd just started to get to know, and other times, most times, you don't say anything at all, just let them ramble on about how much easier it is, when they have you, how difficult it used to be to sleep through the night. They tell you about the fits of anger that used to come over them when they were on the frontlines, and they like to linger on the dirtier aspects of it, the gore, the bloodshed, how quickly good men can be driven to violence. They've never been violent with you, but the way they talk about death, how often they openly muse on what would happen if they wrapped their hands around your neck and squeezed - you almost wish they would. At least then, you wouldn't have to feel so bad about flinching every time they raise their voice.

You think they see you as a comfort item, of sorts, something to hold and dote on. They like to have you nearby, if not as close as you can possibly be, by their side as they listen to the woes of their court, stalling in their peripheral as they attend to their sparse responsibilities, perched on the edge of their lap whenever the two of you are alone, whenever they don't have to worry about looking like a petulant child clinging to their favorite toy in front of anyone they actually respect. And, whenever they hold on too tightly, whenever their dependence leaves you bruised and exhausted and sobbing in their suffocating embrace, they go back to your willingness, to the months you spent looking after each and every one of their belongings with painstaking love, to the fact that you still haven't tried to get away. If you hated this, if you hated them, you'd leave, resign from your role, get as far away as you possibly could, despite your lack of funds, despite their influence, despite how angry they get whenever you so much as leave their line of sight. It's easier just to pretend that they're right, to nod along and try to soothe their volatile temper. It's easier to kiss their cheek, to apologize, to pretend that's nothing wrong and that there's nowhere you'd rather be than on the receiving end of their desperate affection.

It's easier, not to see how quickly they'd break their favorite toy if it happened to find its way out of their arms.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere theory #general

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tiresomeimagination · 3 years

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To Lift Your Spirits (Alucard x Reader)

Word Count: 1.5k

Description: Reader with unspecified chronic pain gets a special visit. :]

No warnings, just fluff and comfort here!

Author’s Note: This started as a self comfort RP/Fic in AI Dungeon, but I realized that there might be other people in the fandom that would benefit from this kind of comfort piece, so I turned it into a proper fic! I tried to keep discussion of the medical issues vague and general enough, but due to the nature of writing, I also describe it the way I know/experience. So hopefully some of y’all can still relate. To my fellow peeps that struggle with this, and also have this big dorky vamp as a comfort character, this one’s for you~

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It was yet another night as a humble servant of the Hellsing organization. Tonight, however, was a bit different.

you hurried through your daily duties and retired to your room much faster than usual. it was one of those nights, your body rebelling against you in a fit of childish anger. you were ready to spend the rest of the evening in bed, waiting for the pain you felt to subside once more.

You shared what you would consider a good friendship with Hellsing's secret weapon. You were one of the few low-level servants that didn't go out of their way to avoid Alucard when he went wandering the manor in search of entertainment. The two of you enjoyed chatting on particularly slow nights, and sometimes you would even accompany him on a walk around the grounds. So it wasn’t too surprising that your behavior tonight would not go unnoticed.

Every so often, Alucard could tell something was off about the way you carried yourself. Whether it was the way you would subtly favor one part of your body over another when moving, the way you would grow a bit quieter, or even the way your smile would look almost tired. Needless to say, it was peculiar. And peculiarity piqued his curiosity. So when he saw that you had gone to your room early, he decided to pay you a visit.

The first thing he noticed as he phased through the wall into your room was that it was dark. You didn’t usually go to sleep this soon, and you hadn’t seemed particularly ill when he saw you last.

A peculiar noise drew his attention to the bed, his gaze falling on the lump of blankets that seemed to be whining in pain. His brows furrowed slightly in confusion and mild concern. Were you sick after all?

The soft sound of rustling caught your attention. You peeked your head out from under your blankets, eyes widening at the shadowy red-eyed figure standing over your bed.

“Gah! What the heck??” you yelped, scrambling into a sitting position. It took you a moment to process what was happening and who it was that had entered your room so creepily. Once your initial shock passed, you scowled in annoyance at the intruder. “Dude, you can’t just waltz into people’s rooms like that. There's a little something called privacy,” you huffed.

“Hm…Privacy is overrated,” Alucard waved off nonchalantly as he approached, not putting much concern into your complaint.

You rolled your eyes. You really weren’t in the mood to put up with anything tonight. “Yeah well…knock or something next time. Some sort of warning would be nice.”

His lips quirked upwards in mild amusement. It was just like humans to pick the most trivial things to obsess over. “A warning? So you can do what?” he asked teasingly as he welcomed himself to a seat next to you on the bed.

You opened your mouth to retort, but nothing came to mind. It wasn’t like you could do much if he really wanted to come in. You groaned, leaning forward and bringing a hand over your eyes. “I don’t know…I…ugh…I’m sorry Alucard, I’m just not really feeling up to talking to anyone right now…” you admitted, discomfort lacing your voice.

He paused, looking you over for a moment and taking in your body language and strained voice. “...You’re in pain,” he said simply, somewhere between a statement and a question. When you didn’t immediately answer, he continued. “Are you hurt?” he asked, voice tinged with concern as he looked you over more critically…He didn’t see any injuries at least.

You cringed. You didn’t really want him to know about your condition. You hated how hard it could be to function sometimes, and the last thing you wanted was for him to think you were pitiful and weak because of it. “N-no…I’m fine,” you tried to reassure him, although it came out half-hearted and not the most convincing.

You froze when you felt his gloved hand rest on your shoulder. While it did seem like the two of you had become closer as of late, you weren’t expecting him to initiate touch. You looked up in surprise to find him studying you closely.

“Clearly that’s not true. Tell me what’s wrong,” he said in a stern but gentle tone, vaguely reminding you of how a father might speak to a child.

You sighed, knowing there was no easy way out of this conversation. “It’s…it’s not a big deal. It’s just…I deal with some medical stuff,” you said, shifting your position to face Alucard before continuing. Not going too into detail, you explained a few of your medical issues and how your chronic pain affected you.

“A-Anyway…so I’m not injured or anything…that’s just sort of the way my body is…” you finished, rubbing your arm awkwardly to try and chase away the anxiety you felt.

“I see…” He hummed in thought. “And you suffer from this all the time?”

“Well…to some extent I guess,” you shrugged. “Some days are worse or better than others.”

Alucard thought this over. Suddenly some of your previously odd behavior began to make sense. He had noticed that you had a bit of a harder time than others doing certain tasks, but he hadn’t considered that you suffered quite like this. He thought over the best way to help you. It did seem like you were too restless from the discomfort to get any proper rest...maybe that's what you needed right now.

The silence that stretched between the two of you only served to make you more anxious. You liked hanging out with Alucard, and you couldn’t bear the thought of him thinking you were pathetic. “So…um…yeah. Anyways, like I said, I’m fine…so-”

“I can help you sleep if you’d like,” he offered, interrupting your nervous rambling. When you gave him a confused look, he continued. “You’re not able to rest, are you? I can help you relax. It would only take a moment.”

You were caught off guard by the suggestion. You didn't think he cared that much. It did sound nice, but you didn't want him to feel like he needed to do something special for you. “Oh…uh…I appreciate the offer, but you don’t need to bother…” you protested, a nervous smile on your face.

He frowned slightly in response. Why were you trying to reject his help? And why did you seem so worried? Before he could say anything, you continued.

"I know I must look like a mess right now… but...uh… you don't need to… you don't need to do anything…" you sighed, looking away.

Alucard's frown deepened as he realized what you meant. "Y/N. Look at me," he ordered in a low tone.

You shyly complied, looking up into his determined eyes.

"You fear I'll think less of you? You fear I'll be repulsed by the state of your body?" He asked, sounding as if he could barely stand even just the idea of it.

You frowned, looking away as your eyes began to water.

Alucard placed a hand under your chin, lifting your gaze back up to meet his. "You should not. The physical flaws of humans only serve to show one's character. If you were free of both, I would find you lacking," he explained gently.

"You mean...you don't think I'm just being pathetic?" you asked with a small sniffle, not fully believing him.

His expression softened and he gave you a small smile. "Of course not. your body is weak, but your spirit is strong. That's what makes you human."

You smiled a genuine smile at that, blinking away the tears as you leaned forward and wrapped him in a hug. You felt his body tense up in surprise as if the action was almost foreign to him. "Thank you…" you muttered, still holding onto him.

There was a moment of awkward silence before he relaxed, slowly wrapping his arms around you and returning the hug. "You're very welcome, my dear…"

Part of you was shocked that he returned the gesture. This was your first time showing such an intimate type of affection towards the vampire, and he easily could have rejected it. Instead, he snuggled you close, attempting to mirror your affection. The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he spoke again.

"Now, look into my eyes… I'm going to help you sleep, alright?" he offered again.

Figuring it couldn’t hurt, you gave a small nod and looked back up into his eyes. They were a burning red, crackling with oranges and yellows like a flame. His eyes seemed to almost glow as the burning red pierced your mind. A tingling numbness quickly spread throughout your body. It felt…nice.

Alucard smirked as he sank his control into your mind, watching your eyes tint red in response to his influence. "Hmm… red really is a lovely color on you…" he mused as he tenderly brushed a bit of hair from your face. He couldn’t help but find your relaxed and blissful expression a bit cute. With a satisfied grin, he leaned in close to your ear. “Sleep now,” he commanded in a whisper. Your body eagerly obeyed, your heavy eyelids slipping shut and your body slumping against him.

He let out a quiet chuckle as he carefully laid you back down on your bed. “Good night…I’ll see you soon~”

And just as suddenly as he appeared, he slipped back into the shadows and disappeared, leaving you to the sweet relief of sleep.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing alucard #hellsing x reader #alucard x reader #does this count as hurt/comfort?#hopefully it isn't too ooc #I get paranoid about that whenever an edgy character is being nice hhh #last time I played around with his playful side #but he can be totally sweet too #I dunno man I'm half asleep rn #maybe I'll wake up and decide this is trash #but for now I'll go ahead and post this sucker #what is the internet for if not to embarrass yourself anyway

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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survivor ~ captain jack sparrow;pirates of the caribbean

word count: 2090

request?: yes!

“Hello, I have an idea for a story with Jack Sparrow so I thought I'd request, one where Jack rescues the reader from a sunken ship at the ocean, where she was apparently the only survivor. At first, she's very reserved and cautious around him, but as they get to know each other and she's more comfortable with him, Jack sees himself falling hard for her, he has quite a lot of trouble dealing with/confessing his feelings but in the end, they get together. Thanks :D”

description: in which he saves the only survivor of a sunken ship and helps her to open up to his crew

pairing: jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, ptsd, and survivor’s guilt

masterlist (one, two)

The sight of the broken ship was haunting to the usually chipper crew of the Black Pearl. They had heard the explosion before seeing the wreckage, but hoped they were wrong in thinking it was a shipwreck.

Jack watched from the wheel, trying to keep a straight face as his eyes searched the water for signs of bodies. If they could save at least one person, just one, he would call it a victory.

“Call if you see anything,” he announced to his crew. “Anything we could salvage.”

But the further they travelled into the wreckage, the more evident it became that they weren’t going to find anything - or anyone.

Jack sighed, an ache in his heart for his fellow pirates who had likely died in the shipwreck. His eyes lingered on the water a moment longer before he started to turn away from the wreckage.

“Jack!” Elizabeth exclaimed as the boat began to turn. “There’s a girl in the water!”

They pulled the floating body out of the water. Her skin was stone cold and was nearly translucent it was so pale. Jack knelt down next to her and lowered his ear to her mouth. He couldn’t hear her breathing, and her chest wasn’t moving to signify there was any life left in her body. He started pushing on her chest, breathing into her mouth and nose between the pressing against her chest.

“She’s gone Jack,” Will said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s take her somewhere to gibe her a proper burial.”

Jack sighed. He didn’t want to give up, but there seemed like no hope in his attempts. As he sat back on his knees, the girl suddenly spit up whatever water was in her lungs and started coughing as she tried to catch her breath.

“Get her something to warm her, and some dry clothes!” Jack told two of his crew members. He regarded the panicking girl with a gentle touch, pulling her attention to him. She was breathing heavily, her eyes darting between the crew members in fear before they rested on Jack. “You’re alright, you’re safe now. We’ll take care of you.”

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Their new passenger, unsurprisingly, kept to herself for a while after she was saved. They kept her above deck for the rest of the day in order to make sure she was okay, but once the night came, Jack insisted she have her own space so she didn’t feel smothered with everyone else’s presence.

The first night was hard. She woke up screaming from nightmares of the crash, waking everyone else on the ship with her. She refused to talk to anyone who came to comfort her, and even physically pushed them away. After that, she was left alone by everyone.

Except for Jack.

Jack would visit her regularly to bring her food, clothes, and other supplies. He would ask her how she was, ask about her past and the ship she had been travelling on. His attempts were null as she never responded, but he didn’t stop trying.

Eventually, he did get her to speak her first sentence, “My name is (Y/N).”

The more he went to her, the more (Y/N) began to open up to him. It was a slow start, and even when he could get her to start talking she didn’t discuss much about herself, but soon enough she would be excitedly waiting for Jack’s daily visit, and eventually she even started to go to him to see him.

On one day, (Y/N) was waiting in Jack’s cabin for him to return from an adventure he had gone on. She was starting to look much better than the day she had been saved from the wreckage, and even before that. Jack and his crew hadn’t seen what she was before, but if they had they definitely would’ve been happy with her progress, no matter how slow it was.

She jumped when the door to Jack’s cabin opened violently and the captain stumbled in. His clothes were torn and he was bloody on his arms and his face. He was obviously hurt, but the way he sauntered over to his desk could’ve fooled anyone.

“What happened?” (Y/N) asked, standing from Jack’s bed to approach him.

“We walked right into their trap,” Jack responded, opening his desk and pulling a bottle of rum from it. “We weren’t ready for it.”

“Is everyone else...” (Y/N) trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.

“We didn’t lose anyone,” Jack finished, knowing where she was going. “Just some injuries. They’re all being taken care of.”

He collapsed onto his chair, groaning as pain coursed through him. (Y/N) approached him and took the bottle from his hand. She retrieved the bandages from the bottom drawer in his desk and started to treat the wound on his face. Through the winces of pain, he smiled up at her.

“You know your way through my desk pretty well,” he teased.

When she smiled back at him, it was as if the entire room brightened. “I’ve watched you enough times to know where your medical supplies are, and to know that you do not know how to properly clean and dress a wound.”

“I try not to waste the rum.”

(Y/N) gave him a playful look before pouring some more of the rum over his wound. He winced and sucked in a painful breath as she dabbed the blood with a cloth before applying a bandage to it. She reached for his tattered shirt to take it off, but she hesitated a moment. Jack looked up at her, seeing that she was trying to avoid looking at him, and took off his shirt for her.

She began to clean the wounds on his chest, which luckily weren’t deep. Jack watched her as she worked, noticing a bit of strain in her face. He had seen that look many times before, usually on other pirates that had seen too much in their lifetime. He had seen it on his own father and uncle’s faces before both of them left him to his own devices.

“You’ve done this before,” he noted, although he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

(Y/N) looked up at him, her eyes wide like they had been when she was first saved. Jack regretted speaking and was about to take back his words when (Y/N) spoke.

“I was the medic on the ship you saved me from,” she said. “Whenever the crew members were hurt, I would help them.”

It was the first time she had told anyone anything about her past, especially about the ship she used to be a part of. She could feel a lump growing in her throat as she remembered the men that she had once considered a family that she would never see again.

“How long were you travelling with them?” Jack asked.

She was absentmindedly wiping his chest now, the blood already cleaned from his wounds. “Since I was a young girl. I was the daughter of their former captain. When he got too old, he resigned to life on land, but I wanted to keep travelling. I was never very strong, nor fast, so actually being a pirate was out of the question. I was eventually taught how to care for their wounds and for their sick so I could stay on board as a medic.”

As she took the bandages to wrap up Jack’s wounds, flashes of the many men she had patched up flashed before her eyes. The familiar faces and familiar smiles that she still dreamed of every night, that eventually turned to nightmares.

She looked away from Jack as tears started falling down her eyes. Jack reached up to wipe a tear with his thumb, cradling her face gently.

“They didn’t deserve to die,” she said, shaking her head. “They were good men. They weren’t violent pirates, they didn’t rob or kill anyone innocent. They took from bad people, they helped those in need. They were the most selfless men I had ever met.”

“What happened the day of the shipwreck?”

(Y/N)’s face twisted with grief as she remembered that fateful day. It was something that would always be in her memory, no matter how hard she tried to forget it.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “We thought it was just us for miles. I was below deck when the first cannonball hit the boat. I came up to try and help the best I could, but the next one hit so close to us that we became dazed. The next one...”

She trailed off, wincing at the memory of the loud explosion. When it had hit the boat, she was thrown into the water. Her men were around her, struggling to get free from the remaining intact parts of the ship. There was another explosion and everything went black. (Y/N) was so sure she was dead. Part of her wished the explosion had killed her, too.

“Probably one of the bad people that was ticked off,” Jack said, his voice soft and gentle. His wounds were dressed, but he made no effort to move to put his shirt back on. “I’m sorry you had to experience that.”

“I still have dreams about them,” (Y/N) told him. “About my crew, and about that day. I sometimes with I were one of the ones who went down with them. I wish I could’ve saved someone else besides me, or that I had joined them.”

Jack stood so that he was at eye level with her. (Y/N) couldn’t look up at him, but he gently tilted her head back so that she was.

“I’m glad we were able to save you,” he told her. “Even if this is the first time I’ve come to learn something about you, having you on this ship has made everything so much brighter. Our little visits and small conversations have made me so happy. I understand that feeling of guilt when you lose part of your crew and you couldn’t do anything to save them, although I can’t imagine the level of pain you are going through right now. But I’m glad you’re here.”

His words made her truly happy for the first time in weeks.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time. Jack brushed (Y/N)’s hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. He left a tingly feeling on the parts of her face that he touched. (Y/N) had never felt that before, and it made her stomach fill with butterflies and her heart flip with excitement.

Before they could stop themselves, Jack leaned in for a kiss and (Y/N) met him half way. He placed one of his hands on the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Her body pressed against his in a way that almost made him fall backwards into the chair again.

Jack finally pulled away first, gazing down into her eyes again. “Was that too much?”

(Y/N) giggled. “No. I really enjoyed it actually.”

“Me too,” Jack admitted. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“I would have thought a self proclaimed ladies man like you would’ve just taken the opportunity to kiss me long ago.”

Jack chuckled at this. “I may be a ladies man, but I am still respectful. You were grieving, I wasn’t going to take advantage of that.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. She pulled out of his embrace and passed him a shirt that was completely intact. “I appreciate all you have done for me, Jack. If you will have me, I would love to stay on the ship and be your medic.”

Jack smiled at her as he slipped the shirt on. “I was planning on asking you to stay regardless of what role you would play. Although, if you would like, I could also offer you a second role while you stay here.”

“And what role would that be?”

Jack kissed her lips again. “I wonder.”

(Y/N) was beaming as she looked up at him. “I would love to stay here with you Jack. I want nothing more than to travel the world with you, or to even be wherever you are.”

“Then it is decided,” he said. “You will stay with me forever.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Forever.”

#captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #jack sparrow imagine #jack sparrow x reader #johnny depp #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp x imagine #pirates of the caribbean #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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stuckyxren · 3 years

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Stucky and I / Part 1

Summary: The reader is an enhanced. She doesn’t know where her powers came from, but she knows that Hydra wants her. After an unfortunate Hydra incident, Steve and Bucky come to her rescue. Hella fluff ensues. This is basically a fluffy sickfic of sorts. (Part one of a multipart series)

Warnings: Decriptions of blood, panic attack, vomiting.

Authors note: Please know that I do not have a lot of medical knowledge. I do suffer with anxiety issues. Information may be slightly inaccurate to some, but makes perfect sense to me. Thanks for reading!

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After finishing my daily workout, I jogged back to my house.

As I approached, I could see that the door was slightly ajar and all the lights were off in the house, which was very odd.

Looking around, I cautiously stepped toward the door, staying low and as quiet as possible. Once I reached the door, I slowly pushed it open to see that the living room had been tossed. The couch was ripped open and turned over, papers were everywhere, tv smashed, and the coffee table turned over with a burned Hydra marking on the bottom. I’ve seen them on tv fighting the Avengers so many times that it’s an easy symbol to recognize.

Slowing my approach and reaching for the baseball bat by the front door, I continued into the house. Walking slowly toward the kitchen, I could see the flickering of the stove light and something smeared on the floor. Upon turning on the light, I see that it’s blood and there is a lot more of it. My breathing gets faster and my legs grow weak knowing that this is too much blood for anyone to survive.

As I start to fall toward the floor, an arm catches me by the chest and a hand covers my mouth to hold my screams in. “Miss, please calm down. I won’t hurt you. My name is Sergeant Bucky Barnes with Shield. We had some intel on Hydra for this residence and we tried to get here as soon as we could.” He said in a calm voice. “If I let go of your mouth, can I trust you to stay quiet? We don’t want them to know we are here.” He asked.

I nodded my consent, still breathing too fast. Bucky let go of my mouth and slowly turned me to face him. As I looked around, I saw Captain America, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and some other shield agents behind Bucky. All of the Avengers, that were at my entrance, and Shield agents were all giving me sympathetic glances while Bucky held me in his arms.

“Hey Buck, get her out of here and in the Quinjet. Start checking her vitals and get her warm before the shock wears off.” Captain America said, seeming to take control of the situation. “The rest of you follow me. Quietly.”

Bucky gave his nod of consent with the rest of the team before looking down at me once more. “Ma’am, may I carry you?” I nodded again before he lifted me in his arms bridal style and maneuvered through the rest of the team toward my door and out to the quinjet. I resigned to laying my face in the crook of Bucky’s neck and clutching to the material of his Tac gear while trying to calm the anxiety attack that was building up, but I think we both knew it wasn’t working.

“Hey. Hey. It’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you. Can you tell me your name?” Bucky asked me in a hushed tone as he started walking up the ramp of the jet.

Shakily, I pulled my face out of his neck and looked at him as I spoke, “My name is Y/N.” I spoke in a hushed tone since I couldn’t seem to get enough air in my lungs.

Bucky gave me a small smile as he put me down on a table. I tried to clutch to him, afraid of letting go, but the super solider slowly peeled my hands away, whisper to me all the while, “Hey, Hey, Hey. Y/N, Doll, I need you to let go. I can’t help you if you are stuck to me. I’m just going right here to get the medical bag and a blanket. Okay?” He asked.

I nodded and let go of the tight grip I had on him. “There you go beautiful. Now, I want you to keep your eyes focused on me. Okay? Focus all of your attention on me and my voice. We will get through this. Together.” Bucky said in a soft, but authoritative tone.

Again, I nodded and watched Bucky, never taking my eyes off of his. He knew where everything was without having to look and soon, he was right back in front of me, wrapping me in the blanket.

Grabbing my hand, Bucky kneeled down to my level and brushed the hair out of my face. “Okay Doll, now I need you to slow down for me. Take some deep breaths and look into my eyes. I’m gonna ask you a few questions and I need you to nod yes or no for me. No talking. Just focusing on your breathing. Can you do that for me love?” He asked ever so gently. I nodded, remembering his request to me.

“Good. Now, were you at home when this happened?” I shook my head no.

“Okay. I’m glad. Now, do you know why Hydra went to your house?” Again, a shake no.

“Okay. That’s fine. Do you know how many people were in the house.” I nodded my head yes and showed Bucky two fingers. He nodded and spoke into his ear piece, “Cap, we have two civilians inside. I repeat, two civilians.”

We never got a reply back so Bucky continued his questioning. “Do you have anxiety normally Y/N?” I nodded my head yes.

“Okay. Do you want me to give you something for it? You don’t seem to be calming down.” I began to shake even harder and frantically shook my head as I pushed back toward the wall. Bucky got up slowly with open hands, and spoke to me in a soft tone, “Hey. Doll. Look at me. I asked because I’m worried about you. I will not give you anything if you don’t want me to. Let’s relax, okay? I promise I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want me to.”

With all of Bucky’s reassurances, I slowly scooted back toward him and leaned my head down into my palms, trying to quell the growing nausea from the anxiety attack. Suddenly I started swaying. The feeling of being light headed increased the nausea and I reached for Bucky, who was standing a few feet away from me, quietly watching my every move.

“Woah. Easy there. I got you. Give me a second.” With that, Bucky got back on the com and called for back up, “Um Cap, we have a situation on the jet. I’m gonna need you in here ASAP. We may need to take off sooner than we hoped.” Bucky said in an urgent tone as he rubbed my back while I supported my head on his torso.

I groaned as I felt bile rising in my throat. I pushed it back down and went to try to stand. “Hey. No way. You are way too unsteady. Cap will be here in a moment. He’ll know what to do and I’ll be here the whole time, okay?”

I gripped on tighter and obviously started hurting him. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell he was noting my every move in his head. Seconds later, while my head was resting on Bucky’s torso again, I heard foot steps on the ramp and almost freaked out, but I could tell Bucky knew the person since he was so at ease, so I slightly calmed down.

“Hey Cap. This is Y/N. Would you mind grabbing that for us?” He asked. I didn’t know what it was or what was really going on at this point. “Preparing for the worst. The shock is wearing off and I think we both know what could come next. Do you have any updates?”

At that, I looked up and saw Captain America , mask off, shield on his back, and trash can in hand. There was blood on his gloves and a sad look on his face. My stomach finally gave out, as dread dropped to the bottom of it, and I lunged for the trash can. Cap and Bucky were quick as Bucky grabbed hold of me before I could fall over and Cap had the trash bin under my chin while pushing my hair back to Bucky, who gathered it in his hand.

“Alright Y/N. Get it out. It’s okay. We’ve got you. Your safe. I promise.” Captain America said as he and Bucky kept whispering reassuring words to me as I continued to get sick. Once I was finished, I went to go sit back and went right back into Bucky��s chest. Captain America put the trash down, in reach, before kneeling at my height. Bucky slowly wrapped his arms around me and started attempting to warm me up again. “Y/N, I’m Steve Rogers. I was the team lead for this mission and on my sweep, I’m sorry to say that I found both of your parents dead.”

My eyes welled with tears and I threw my hands up to my mouth as another gag escaped. Knowing that I was empty, the boys put a towel under my mouth as Bucky turned me into him and started rocking me, shushing me, and making promises that we both hoped he could keep since he discovered my abilities. Once the gags stopped, Steve placed an oxygen mask on my face, helped Bucky situate me, and laid us both down on the stretcher that we were sitting on. Steve sat at the head of the bed holding one of Bucky’s hands and smoothing my hair back.

“Rest Y/N. The rest of the team will be back soon and then we will take you back to the tower with us. I think you’ll fit in quite well.” Bucky said. I felt Steve stop his notions, but quickly resume when Bucky turned his head toward him and mouthed something over my head.

With that in mind, and the exhaustion of my emotions weighing me down, I fell asleep in Bucky’s arms for the first time.

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lifeexperience · 3 years

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We are vengeance.

It has been almost three month since Lila Rossi came back from her fabulous trip from Achu. And since she arrived again she enjoyed the glamour. Enjoyed how everybody - who was someone, of course, - danced as she moved her strings. Even that Capitano della Moralità, Adrien was doing what she was saying.

Just lonely, little Marinette stood on the other side.

The Italian grinned confidently. If she had some plan like that day, she was going to ruin that little girl.

Anyway she had to take prioritization of her tasks. Firstly it’s time to make a Wikipedia page about herself for future reference. She couldn’t be sloppy from here because she could meet more forceful people than Dupain-Cheng.

Okay, so she would list her accomplishments: modeling with Adrien Agreste , best friend with Shaytan, knowing Jagged Stone… When she finally finished, the sun already went down and it was dark. Lila disinterestedly looked at her door, his mother again worked overtime.

Nevermind, she would eat something then collect links of her publications. Yepp, after some pasta all'Ortolana the work would be so much easier.

However when she went back to gather her online mentions she didn’t find anything. There was nothing about her on the Ladyblog, or on Adrien’s Instagram. Someone deleted them? Who? Maybe it’s just a bug? She would know more if she asks Alya first.

Yeah, don’t need any panic.

“Ciao Alya! I have a question.” she said immediately as that wannabe journalist answered. “Yeah, yeah, così accidentally you didn’t delete my interview from your blog, right?” She nervously patted her laptop as she waited for Alya to look at it. After two minutes there was the answer. She tried to disguise her anger, but she didn’t have the patient at the moment for that stupid girl apologizes.

So somehow her interview was lost. And she didn’t have to call Capitano della Moralità about their model photo, she knew he didn’t have too much control on it.

Lila unconsciously started to chew her nails. It was a bad habit of hers since her childhood.

Who had enough knowledge to hack two different websites to mess with her? Marinette was too morally high for this. And Max, who had the skill, was already under her thumb.

“Argh!”

She had to calm down. She couldn’t become an akume because of this since she planned a bigger performance for the next week.

Breath! In! Out!

Okay.

Maybe tomorrow she could make a new interview with Alya and drop some seemingly accident infos about the new adult heroes. Then at the weekend photoshoots she could force Adrien again.

Yeah. Why was she nervous at all? She could use this to grow her territory.

It has been almost six days since Adrien reluctantly posted a new photo about the two of them. There were fewer likes and more comments then before, but she was happy because she could continue to build her Wikipedia page. It would be her first thing when she got home.

And tomorrow she would start her small shame with poor Marinette again. The little girl already was alone most of the time in the school, but Lila knew it was a matter of time to find new friends outside of their class. And she wanted to prevent every attempt of it.

I am great at ruining others.

She smiled sweetly as she pretended to listen to another rabbling from Rose. That pink fool rarely shut up about her disgusting viewpoint, and Lila sometimes thought she would be a perfect next target after Dupain-Cheng. And if this little pink wannabe would be destroyed, her loser girlfriend would fall with her.

Yepp, she will be an excellent following after the shit show Marinette will go through.

“Lila, it’s not your phone?” Alix poked her. She turned to her in confusion and listened to the ringing.

“No.” she shook her head. “My ringtone is different. I don’t like metal music.”

The skater tilted her head. “You sure?” Lila nodded, starting to be annoyed. “Because it’s coming from your bag.”

“What?”

She hurriedly got her phone out, and indeed it was ringing with that strange growl music. And the number also was foreign, yet she picked up. “Hello?”

“It’s Lila Lucrezia Rossi?” Everybody in the classroom jumped at once.The voice from the other side was much louder than she thought and now every one of her classmates watched her with wide eyes. She fastly tried to turn down the volume as she answered in agreement. “So your appointment was moved to the next with Doctor Lacroix.”

“Wha...What appointment?” Lila asked. She didn’t remember any medical thing. Of course she told a lot of tails about her health problems, but she was completely healthy.

“So for the farting irritation.” The woman said with a monotone tone. And of course, because Lila couldn’t turn off the speaker everybody in the room heard it.

She blinked.

“I… I think you… you called the wrong number.” she muttered as now she tried to end the call. With no success.

“But you're Lila Lucrezia Rossi, age fourteen, Italian, aren’t you?” Lila looked around embarrassingly. How did that woman know that about her? If… If she denies it her little puppets' trust would crack. But if she continues this conversation… She didn’t even want to know.

And as she stood there in panic and listened about her supposed condition she wanted to be killed. Every fucking eye was on her. She even saw that goodie-two-shoe tried to hide her giggle with Adrien grinning next to her. And of course she noticed how her circle slid away from her.

Fuck.

She skipped two weeks of school again after that… THAT phone call. Of fucking course almost every one of her classmates called her almost daily to ask about her health. And she had to answer with a lot of information for Every Fucking QUESTION.

It was irritating.

However she couldn’t stay at home for more days because her mother. It would be too suspicious if there would be some supposed akuma without any TV gossip about it.

So she had to go to school.

Fortunately most of the kids were understanding and didn’t bring up the topic. But there was Kim. Of FUCKING course.

As many times as he saw her he faked a fart with a disgustingly loud moan. She tried to cry about it, though everybody said to bear with it. Kim was just Kim and if she didn’t react he would let it go.

At first Lila didn’t want to believe it then Alya patted her shoulder sympathetically and left her to stand alone. And because of these really annoying events she couldn’t start her plan with Dupain-Cheng who - of fucking couse - got closer to Adrien. To her key to the famous-rich-carefree life.

They were chatting cheerfully in the classroom without any glance at someone other than each. They were in their little world, and every girl in the class blissfully sighed at the sight.

And if that day was not enough of a bother to her somehow her school tablet started streaming porno when she tried to project out her presentation. She was mortified just like everybody in the classroom. And she didn’t even have luck with teachers. Because of - fucking - course that lesson was with Mendeleiev.

It was already December when she finally served her detention time because of that… THAT incident. She couldn’t go any photoshoot with Adrien due to her attendance problem.

She didn’t even see Batman, yeah THAT Batman when he saved Shaytan and Chat Noir. She was at a detention with others. Although she could tell Alya a little story about her knowing the American hero and how he called him to help Paris.

However she only had ten minutes to bask the light because her mamma called her home. Immediately. At first Lila found it strange, but she shook the confusion down. She said goodbye to the wannabe journalist and went home. She blissfully entered the elevator then with a big smile greeted her mother.

“Lila!” her mother nodded sternly. The woman waited as she - not so happily anymore, dropped her things in her room. “Why did you use your emergency money?”

Lila furrowed her eyebrows. “But I didn’t.”

“No?” her mamma asked.

She shook her head. She didn’t use her emergency card because her mother could check it anytime. That’s why she asked her payment in cash from Gabriel.

“Then tell me mia figlia, why your debit card is in the minus?” Her mamma held a tablet with an account statement in front of Lila. She slowly read over the document. And indeed, her debit card which was only for emergencies was in minus. The description list showed a lot purchasing from different sites that she didn’t even know.

“I didn’t do this.” she said franctincly.

“No?” her mother glanced at the numbers. “You know how much money it was? We kept it for your university years.”

“We?” Lila whispered as she became aware of the gravity of the situation.

“Yes. Your father was the one who drew my attention to it.”

At first Lila only just gaped then she felt how her blood started circulating. Of fucking course that bastard was the one who spying after her.

“You are a grounded signorina!” she heard her mother voice through her anger. “After the school ends you have to come home then do your homework. I take your phone and electronics too.”

She didn’t even have time to protest as she saw a dark butterfly. She quietly waited as that insect landed on her phone. “How unfair to blame something on others when she is not at fault.” She heard the well-known tone. “Finanza I’m giving you the power to punish everyone who sinned against you. Your only task to bring to me their Miraculous.”

“Of fucking course.”

She was defeated again. But one day she would destroy the fame of Shaytan. That girl would taste the fall and humiliation.

“LILA!” A loud yell cut her from her plans as she sat at the ground. “Lila!” Someone shook her. She looked up to meet Alya irritating face. “Are you okay?”

She blinked some to win some precious moment to calm down. Then she nodded with a fake whimpering. “What happened? You shouted about some money then forced everyone to admit their sins.”

“Oh… I… I didn’t want to hurt anyone.” she sobbed while she tried to hide her dry eyes.

“It’s okay.” Alya hugged her. “Can you stand up?”

She shakely raised on her foot. They silently walked along the pavement for some time when she finally looked around. They were not far away from the school. And of course it meant they were near to the Dupain-Cheng's bakery.

At first Lila didn’t even notice the bakery, then she heard a shocked gasp from next to her. Alya with wide eyes pointed forward. She also turned the direction and her jaw also dropped. There stood Marinette, little innocent Marinette, embracing a tall, muscular man. After some moments they let go of each other and with a big smile Marinette got in the car with the stranger.

“What… Who was he?”

Next day Lila wasn’t able to forget that stranger with the baker girl. He was gorgeous, but most important, older than them and a little dark. Plus he was clearly an adult. Alya tried to claim he was surely a cousin of Marinette, however Lila wasn’t that certain about it. They didn’t look alike. And if she remembered correctly Alya never told about any relatives of Marinette except her great-uncle chef and grandparents. Nobody else.

“Hm.” If she could twist it somehow then she would be on advantage again. But how? Alya was adamant about the family thing, but what if… Perhaps some well aimed stab about gang members. Perhaps.

Although she needed to conceal her mirth as she eyed her classmates. They all stood at the bottom of the stairs and were themselves like stupid sheeps they are. Lila forced a shy smile on herself and carefully stepped between them to tell a new tale about her time in China. And of fucking course it was not a coincidence, she knew well if she use any rather distinct - nevertheless linked to Marinette, - facts then Dupain-Cheng was much easier to upset.

However that stupid girl didn’t bother to pay any attention to her. She just stood beside Adrien and chatted happily with him.

Lila frowned.

“There is a problem?” someone poked her shoulder. It was Mylene.

“No… No.” her smile was strained. “I just… Why are Marinette and Adrien avoiding us?”

And everybody simultaneously turned their way. The two blissfully laughed at something as they ignored everything else.

“How sweet!” she heard Rose’s murmurs. Yeah, like pineapple on pizza. Bhrr.

She started to open her mouth to say something though she wasn’t able to voice any sound. A darker than black and really long limousine parked in front of them. It was not Adrien’s one, neither Chloé’s.

And the most surprising thing was Marinette jumping up and down for the sight.

All of them including Lila watched as their class president pulled Adrien to the car and after some debate with the driver they got in the car.

What did she just watch?

“Oh!” It was not a shocked ‘Oh!’, it was a ‘I realized what was happening’. And Lila also wanted to know what the fuck happened before her beautifull eyes.

“You know something, Nino?” She really tried to conceal her angry curiosity.

The DJ nodded with a relaxing smile. “Marinette’s family visiting from America.”

“You mean she has relatives in America?” Alya asked, more interested than a few minutes ago when she listened to Lila’s gossip.

“Oh, hell!” Kim shouted. “The brothers, right? I almost forgot about them.”

Alya tilted her head as he turned to the swimmer. “Brothers?”

“Yeah.” Nino talked again. “Dick and Jay, and Timtam… and… Who was the one who pissed Chloé off?”

“Some Da… De… Demon!”

“No. His name was…”

Lila tuned out the conversation. So Marinette had a family in the States. And they most certainly rich drawing that conclusion from the limo. Why didn’t she do better research before she transferred?

In the middle of the week was the career day and Lila was really lucky to talk her mamman down about coming to it. Of course she didn’t want her here. It would be a disaster.

She had a quite good feeling about the day. If she heard correctly only a few parents agreed to participate and after the school for the day would end. And naturally she kinda forgot this particular information when she told her mother about this ‘really awful’ day.

Yep, I am a genius.

She confidently walked through the hallways and winked at some cute boy because not only Adrien was appreciable in this school. Maybe if Monsieur Agreste would appear she could negotiate for a new line just for herself. After all she always paid attention to his handsome boy.

Humming the newest XY’s song Lila happily stepped in the classroom. However her mood dropped exactly that moment when her foot touched the room’s floor. Since there, in the middle of the room stood with her fake innocent Marinette and that gorgeous foreign man. And from closer he was more handsome than she first thought. Even Madam Bustier blushed and she had a husband.

Why has this girl this kind of luck?

Lila forced a charming smile on her face and with a friendly wave she sat down. She would not risk her status in front of that man when Marinette is nearby. She had to calculate carefully so for the time she just waited for the start.

When everybody arrived the teacher began her really boring speech about the importance of work knowledge and connections. Lot of the guests nodded in agreement. There was Rose’s mother who was a florist, Nino’s father was a doctor and Alix’s historian father. And of course Marinette’s mysterious man.

She was really curious about him. He wore a perfectly fitted suit and was fucking handsome, nevertheless he looked young. Maybe twentish. It’s maximum six year age difference between them. It’s not too bad.

She patiently waited as every one of the guardians did their presentation when finally the man stepped forward.

“Before I introduce myself I would like to clear something up.” His voice was a pleasant baritone. Even Adrien didn’t have that kind of sexy voice. Lila already enjoyed the show.

“I would like to ask everyone present to turn off the phones, tablets and any other smart device.”

Lila indifferently watched as everyone reluctantly got their device and turned them off. She didn’t get back hers since her mother grounded her. How lucky, she grimaced.

“In the next step please read through the confidentiality agreement that Marinette hands out. If you don’t want to partake in it or don’t agree to the terms I have to ask you to leave the room.” he continued as the baker girl gave everyone a copy.

As Lila looked around some of her classmates without thinking signed it up. And surprisingly it was Chloé and Adrien who handed back among the first. She also saw how after that some other looked at their paper with more bravery and signed it. She didn’t even bother to read it, just scan the logo at the top and the stamp at the bottom. She didn’t know this company so she also wrote her name on and handed it back.

Nobody left the room.

“Thank you, and I am apologizing for that little inconvenience, but this is necessary in today’s competitive sphere.” he said as he and Marinette counted and rechecked every one of the papers.

After a few minutes they finished. “Since today we also published an article it’s not that big of a harm if I introduce myself.” he smiled a little at Marinette and pulled her next to him. “My name is Damian Wayne and I am one of Marinette’s siblings.”

Lila straightened. She heard it right?

“I work at the Wayne Enterprise as a co-CEO beside my brother Timothy Drake-Wayne.”

It can’t be!

“After our Father decided he would like to spend more time with his family, I took over his position. Some of my...”

How the fucking hell?

Lila kind of lost herself and didn’t hear anything other than the slowly repeating ‘Wayne’ echo. That rascal was a Wayne heir?

And Lila targeted her?

Oh fuck.

It was Friday when Lila finally understood Marinette’s real power. It was never her connection or her skills. Not even her so-called friends.

No.

It was her family.

She of course knew about the Waynes. Who not? They were celebrities, start managers, philanthropists, fucking Gods. And of fucking course every one of the students also knew about them. So for the next couple of days went by like a couple of seconds. One moment she was the center of the attention then suddenly everybody wanted to be friends with Marinette.

Everybody.

Even the fucking street-sweeper.

And of course there was the media attention. The police had to be called because of the sensation. Lila even saw how two journalists quarreled about which one hid in one the bushes in front of the school.

Naturally she wanted to take advantage of the situation, however as the article with her name was published her mother’s phone started ringing. And the caller was Lila's worst nightmare.

On Friday she and her mamman head to the Wayne Enterprise’s Parisian branch. It was a modern building with clear glass windows and a big dark gold W letter. They were hurriedly ushering in an empty meeting room where there were too many chairs for Lila’s liking.

Her mother - of course, - was enraged. She almost learnt everything about Lila’s school life. Just almost. Unfortunately it was enough to lose her trust in her daughter. Lila was grounded kind of permanently. She wouldn’t get back her phone kind of ever. She only could use her mother’s computer and just for homework. She was not expelled from Francois-Dupont, however she had detention for a year and had to repeat this school year.

And now she would learn what the Waynes cooked up for her.

She grimaced.

“Good morning Madam Rossi and Mademoiselle Rossi.” greeted them Damian Wayne himself as he steeped in the room. He was followed by Marinette, her parents - or they were even her parents? Lila wasn’t able to read any article about the family ties. -, a petite Asian woman, then some other more business-like men and women. Surely the lawyers.

“I think you know why you are here.” Damian stated as he sat at the head of the table. Marinette went to his left side with her parents (?) and the petite woman sat down at his right side with the lawyers.

“Yes.” Her mother nodded.

“We would like to sue your daughter, Mademoiselle Lila Lucrezia Rossi, for breaking our confidentiality agreement. Furthermore ask a restraining order to prohibit her from approaching my little sister, Marinette Athanasia Al Ghul Wayne.” This man spoke with a really unconcerned voice that Lila almost thought he was not even interested in his sibling’s life.

“Yes.” Her mamman agreed without any protest.

“However” his voice steeled, “because my sister is a really kind soul she will not sue for the physical violence, a mental and physical harassment and the defaming.” he stared down at her with dark eyes. “Nevertheless we, as from her guardians who are presented” he pointed to the stranger Asian woman and himself, “decided to put on the blacklist Mademoiselle Lila Lucrezia Rossi in every business in which we owned the majority.”

The air got stuck in Lila’s body. Every business? Every? The Waynes owned half of the planet.

“But” spoke the petite woman, “we would ignore this blacklisting if the Mademoiselle successfully participates in various therapies.” She passes toward a paper. “It’s a list of some advised areas to search for good specialists. We don’t want to break a young child's career so we are ready to compromise.”

Lila almost believed her then she glanced at the man. At first she thought this Damian Wayne was gorgeous. And indeed his look was perfect, however she didn’t meet more horrifying people than him. His eyes screamed for murder.

She turned back to her mother who kind of looked relieved. “We… I thank you.” she breathed.

After that were just formalities. Signing up that or this. Lila wanted to run home and curl up. And cry.

She worked for her fame. She worked hard to destroy those lives in her way. She didn’t think she would meet someone who could destroy her with just a flick.

However the paper said otherwise.

Her fucking status said otherwise.

She didn’t remember a lot from the meeting after that. She barely registered when they arrived home. She almost didn’t hear her father's disappointed voice on the phone.

And Lila almost missed the little note on her desk. With a photo about herself as she moves to get an akuma.

We are the night. We are vengeance. We are a family.

#maribat #lila rossi #platonic daminette #bio dad bruce wayne #oneshot #2021

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‘When I look back on my life It's so hard to face you I never wanted to fight this fight I'm ashamed of the truth No, I don't want to hurt you, baby I don't want to hurt you, baby I didn't mean to hurt you, baby

God, I'm sorry’

When I look back on my life I never wanted this fight (I don't want to hurt you baby) If I could turn back time (I don't want to hurt you baby) I would make it alright (I don't want to hurt you baby)

I love you, I love you sunshine’

Unbelievable, but I painted something new and even managed to finish it in two sittings.

Finally a proper painting of my Sabbat Nosferatu character Fox for our upcoming Sabbat game set in San Francisco. Since his story didn’t start yet I can only share something about his background.

Fox came to San Francisco from a small town in Ohio to escape a brewing unhappiness and resentment towards his mother and responsibility of caring for his two younger sisters that in his eyes slowed him down. He was tired of having to act like an adult in his family and also having to endure the looks and gossips of his classmates, because everyone knew what his mother did for a living to be able to take care of her three kids.

He had these naive dreams that living in California will bring him more and better opportunities to make good money and to live the life he often saw on tv growing up. He really wanted to become something, to prove his mother that you can get money with honest, not self-degrading work. He really hoped that he will be able to earn enough money to ensure that his sisters will never end up in the same line of work as his mother. Of course the reality was not quite how he imagined, he struggled to find work at first, having to even spend a few nights sleeping in the park, but with his determination and eagerness to do just almost any work he was able to find various construction work and other small odd jobs to sustain his basic human needs. A lot of his colleagues were of Mexican and Venezuelan origin and through daily socializing with them he actually picked up some Spanish. He was still looking for a better, stable job but even though he often had little money to go on, he was adamant to stay clear of any criminal work. After about 6 months he was able to secure a job as the sewage treatment plant worker, it wasn’t as glorious work as he dreamed of and the surroundings were often very unpleasant, but he hid his pride and put his best efforts to do his job well. He quickly became very good at it and was even promoted, with the extra money he was able to rent a small apartment.Although far from how he imagined it, his life for the next few years was quite good, he managed to find himself a girlfriend and was planning to get marry to her, the biggest problem was that Gloria was in the US illegally, so he had to figure out how to make it happen.

Unfortunately everything changed when Fox got into an accident during his work when a gas pipe exploded and a fire had started. He was one of the few people injured, but unfortunately for Fox, he was the one who got the most severe burns that covered about 40% of his body, unfortunately also his lower half of the face, neck and hands. After this accident his life spiraled quickly, his company had friends in higher places, so instead of paying for health bills of their workers, they actually scapegoated Fox and sued him and his group of workers for the accident. He had no money for a fancy lawyer, so he lost the case, together with his medical bills his debts started piling up. His personality changed, he was angry or didn't speak at all for days. Gloria tried to help him and tried to be by his side, but he hated the fact that he could see the pity on her face whenever she looked at him. So he really started being mean to her so she would leave him alone, right now he didn't want anyone around. One day it got out of hand and he pushed her out of the door and told her never to come back, that she should get back to her Taco country or something offensive like that. He also managed to shout some Spanish insults at her, his words really hurt her as she ran away with tears.After a few days he felt really bad for breaking the things between him and Gloria in such a horrible way. He knew deep down that he needed her and wanted her by his side, even if it hurt to see how she looked at him, he knew that she was worth it. She actually never showed him where she lived before, so obviously the only places to look for her were the areas where she used to work. He hated to go outside and interact with people as they would always look at him the same, with pity and disgust, but he wanted to try to make up with Gloria. Yet when he asked in the bar the manager said that Gloria didn’t come to work in a last few days. He then went to ask around in the market she used to help and one of the women there told him that two days ago there was a police investigation and that they took a lot of people without proper papers away and that Gloria was among them.

Once again Fox felt absolutely helpless, she was probably detained and ends up deported back to Mexico and there is nothing he can do about it. He had no money, he didn’t even know where exactly she was. That night he bought a few bottles of tequila, drank as much as he could before he felt sick and threw up, which fucking hurt as all of his scars weren't fully healed yet. He hated himself, it was his fault she ended up on the street and now she is gonna end up back in Mexico with her last memories of him will be him yelling all this horrible shit to her face. He was ashamed of himself.

After this his life got even worse, now he had no emotional support, no friends, no job, painful scars that made him look like a monster. He usually spent his days staring at the ceiling, he couldn't really drink much as it was just too nasty, so he just existed for a while. His debts forced him to find work, but he couldn't do physical jobs he was used to anymore, he managed to find some odd jobs, probably because people felt bad for him which he resented. He even worked in 7/11 store, but all of his jobs were just temporary, he couldn’t keep any of them for more than for a week. It was not that his employers were unhappy with him, but Fox couldn’t just stand all the stares and pity looks he got from his employers, coworkers and customers. It didn't take long and he couldn’t keep up with the rent and when he lost the apartment, he became homeless. He could of course get back to his mother, but he actually didn't even notify neither him or his sister about his accident, he didn't want to be a burden and also he had too much pride to ever getting back to that shitty small town. All he wanted was to hide from people, to be spared of their pitiful glances and their talk about how strong he was. He wasn’t strong, he was a shitty, pathetic person who abandoned his family, resented his own mother, he failed his sisters and he treated the person that he loved as a Punchbag for his spite and insecurities, and now she will probably end up in some kind of human trafficking ring, because of him.

I will talk about his Embrace in more detail in some future post, but basically he was a shovelhead who somehow managed to get a chance to prove himself to the Sabbat. Although he loves his pack( some more than others) he still isn’t quite convinced by the Sabbat’s ideology, his biggest difficulty being the ever-present unnecessary violence, he still tries to cling to the last bits of humanity inside of him and that often leads to dissatisfaction from the Bishop and thus reflecting badly on his pack. He is torn between trying to fit in and wanting to measure up to his fellow Cainites and to do what feels right in his heart…

I am honestly very excited to finally play a Nosferatu. ❤

#my art #OC Fox #vtm #vampire the masquerade #World Of Darkness #ttrpg #vtm sabbat #doloresdrawsocs #digital portait #vampire art #clan nosferatu #digital painting

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