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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 2 months

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Helpless part 29

"Jay, this is a terrible idea."

"Nico strikes me as the type to love Mean Girls, it's worth a shot anyways."

"Not that, more the fact that the harpies are particularly keen on eating us."

"We'll be fine, come on."

"Couldn't we do this in the morning?"

"Then we would have to wait till tomorrow to watch Mean Girls with Nico, whether he agrees or not isn't important."

"Okay that's fair..." Percy knocked on the door of the Hades cabin, no response.

"Di Angelo, I've known you for long enough that you aren't asleep, it's just me and Percy."

"What if he's fixed his sleep schedule? Sounds like something Will would make him do."

"True." Jason said gripping the door handle, twisting it as the door swings open. "Nico?" The room was dark, Jason flicked on the lights knowing that if Nico really was asleep, something as subtle as lights wouldn't wake him anytime soon. Jason froze, before quickly running up towards the raven haired boy, he checked for a pulse, it was so weak he could barely feel it. He saw the knife in his hand, blood had stained everything. "Call Hazel and Reyna. NOW!"

"What?" Jason walked out carrying the small boy, shock came over Percy's face. "I-I didn't think it was this, he wasn't this bad this morning, h-he was trying to stop, w-what."

"I'm taking him to the infirmary, his pulse is really weak, just call Hazel and Reyna." Trying to keep his voice stable, panicked look on his face, shaking, he ran to the infirmary. He kicked the door open,

Will knew he wasn't meant to be taking night shift for another five days but he managed to convince his younger siblings to let him take today, they didn't want to let him but eventually they agreed when Will swore to take it less often in general. He was finishing some paperwork when the son of Zeus ran inside. "Solace!" Will looked up seeing Nico in Jasons arm, he didn't even pause for a second, going straight into doctor mode. He ran forward to the first empty room, the room Nico always had, the only private one as well, Jason followed after him.

"Lay him down here; put pressure on his arms, that's where it's bleeding the most." Will attached him to a machine Jason had no clue what the purpose of was, he snapped on some rubber gloves and started working. He tried to help as best he could, "I still need concent to do this stuff, you approve right? It doesn't seem important now but I will get in trouble if I don't follow it."

"Anything to keep him alive."

"Well then let's make sure he doesn't wake up too early so he doesn't die of shock." Will could barley think straight but he had to stay focused, he would have been less worried if it was anyone else but Nico already being half way to death scared him. It was possible but he needed to work quickly, he tried to sing the hymn but it didn't work, he'd be okay, Will knew what be was doing, Nico wouldn't die tonight. At least he told himself that. Percy ran through the door,

"Hazel and Reyna will be here as soon as they can, will Nico be okay?"

"I don't know..." Will half whispered, a tear fell down his face. "Could one of you go back to see if there was anything else there?" Will muttered before continuing with his work, physically holding back his tears.

"'Course Solace." Percy said running back out, he knew Will was under a lot of pressure and having less people there would probably be better.

"Don't leave me alone Neeks, you're my best friend, you aren't going to die on me." Will whispered, wrapping up his arms and legs to stop some of the bleeding, he wasn't going to last much longer losing any more blood, it was already a miracle he'd lasted this long.

"There was an empty bottle of vodka, and a half empty packet of cigarettes."

"Shit." Will said, shaking.

"Will, take a breath. If anyone can keep Nico alive it's you."

"The chance if him living is even lower now, with so much alcohol in his body."

"You've got this." Will tried as hard as he could, Nico seemed stable, he would be fine... he hoped.

"Go, tell Annabeth, try to clear your head. I'm not sure when exactly he'll wake up and when he does having a lot of people might not be the best."

"Perce, I'll come with you in a minute, just want to ask Will something."

"Kay bro, I'll wait for you outside."

"Thanks bro." Percy left the room and started pacing around, this was his fault, he shouldn't have let him. He was talking to him earlier, whatever he said wasn't enough, fuck. What if he didn't fucking live? He killed Bianca and now he might have killed Nico, what was he doing at this point? He wanted to not feel it, to not worry about it but he refused to drink or smoke or do any kind of drug in general. He wasn't going to end up as a addict, he hadn't survived two wars to prove Gabe right.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Can you, I don't know exactly but is there a way that you can keep him in th infirmary for a bit, or just a way that be won't be left alone or have access to anything? I don't- I don't want him to succeed." Jason said, rubbing the back of his neck,

"Well, I can keep him in here, do you think it would help him?"

"Will he be alone?"

"I'll be there with him and other people are allowed to come in but not too often."

"Then yeah."

"I'll make sure he gets as much help as he can."

"Thank you."

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ceilingfan5 · 2 years

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22 (Hey I love you and still very much do want to marry you but I need you to elaborate on these last few amazon purchases with my credit card?) w blupjeans please :O!!!! thank u <3 -ise

“Hey, Bear?” They’ve been on the phone for at least an hour now, and there’s been pleasant silence for a solid chunk of it, Lup working on a project and Bary idly re-reading the same page over and over in the text book he’s meant to be approving or denying for use in his class next semester. On the one hand, it sure does have many words inside, in a particular order. On the other, his mind is entirely elsewhere, and it may as well be word salad with a noticeable lack of ranch dressing.

“Huh?” he says, incredibly intelligently, genius level, Nobel prize and a half, tell the news, et cetera and so on. So big-brained he lugs the thing around in a wheelbarrow and can’t see because the implications of that, physically, are horrifically comical. Jesus, what kind of flesh nonsense crimes would have to be committed to manage such a thing? Now, maybe if he carried it around in a backpack…no, that’s still pretty awful.

“Bear,” Lup says, a multi-pack of the amused flavor and the getting-at-something flavor, which is a bit spicy, honestly. “Back to the planet, hon, reel your ass in and turn your gravity boots on.”

“Click click woosh.” Barry shakes himself and tries to focus. It’s easy to daydream about other things, one big thing in particular, if he’s gonna be real with himself here. He keeps spinning the roulette wheel, or maybe one of those things that makes the different animal noises, and, swish, moooo, he’s thinking of a white dress and a veil and rice from above, and swish, baaaaa, he’s back to a number with far too many digits and its place on a check he’s going to have to write, and swish, quack quack, it’s the tin cans after a limo, the Just Married :) he can’t wait to write…How can a guy focus on the here and now when the most important event he’ll ever be a part of is looming?

“One more time, paging Doctor Bluejeans, you’re needed back on the planet, Doctor Bluejeans?” Lup snickers. “Hey, come on. You’ve been in the clouds a lot lately.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of clouds up there, and, you know, as clouds go, they’re pretty fluffy and inviting and, uh, up, there. What’s, what’s the thing?” He knows she can’t see him, but his cheeks burn and he rubs his neck anyway.

“Listen. Listen. Listen.”

“Listening, I prommy.”

“Stop letting Taako teach you slang, I swan to John. But uh. Hey. I love you and still very much do want to marry you but I need you to elaborate on these last few amazon purchases with my credit card?”

Barry freezes. Had he…did he…what? He didn’t think…But…oh dear.

“Your credit card?”

“That’s what the numbers business do say. On the bank’em cruncher and everything. Several dollars, my fucking beloved, and, uh, Barry, Bear Bear. Barrold. Barty Juhbullgens.”

Barry is sweating whatever comes after bullets. Very quiet armistice, maybe.

“Should I put you, my fuckin’ betrothed, on blast, right here, right now, to an audience of you and moi, or do you, are you aware of my uh, confusion on this front?”

“Um,” Barry says, throat dry, dry dry.

“Too late. Trendy Watermelon Inflatable Pool, $57.95. Fuckin’, 1,000 Bright Colors Ball Pit Balls Crush Free with storage bag, of COURSE. $99.04. Entire Gallon of Fake Blood, $24.98. Burritos Tortilla Blanket, X-Large, $34.99. Fort Builder Kit, $35.99.”

“Um. I, um. I, I, um. In, in my defense,” Barry pushes up his glasses. “I thought I was using my card. And just your Prime, I’m so sorry, incredibly remorseful,”

“I’m not worried about the money, doofus, although I would appreciate you taking care of that, but no. No, uh, my question is more on the order of what the actual fuck.”

“Um,” Barry says, swallowing. “If I said honeymoon prep, would you believe me?”

There’s a beat.

“You know what,” Lup says, before absolutely losing it and laughing so hard she almost asphyxiates. He can practically see her smile, all screwed up and wiggly, trying to hold in the mirth like she’s trying to keep marbles in her armpits. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”

#blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #lup taz #lup adventurezone #lup taaco #taz #tazb #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #taz balance #thank you!!

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury · 1 year

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Let’s Read Comics! With Samantha and her Girlfriend :D

And in this winter holiday season, what better than a tale of Batman facing off with a certain frozen fiend and his cold blooded plans?

I speak of course...of Killer Moth

No, not really, it’s a Mr Freeze story :D

Me: HOLY MANSLAUGHTER DUE TO CHILD ENDANGERMENT BATMAN

My Girlfriend: Robin’s gift this year shall be the ICY HAND OF DEATH

Me: I don’t now poetry, but I know what I like

AND I DON’T LIKE THAT

My Girlfriend: Our unseen poet is no Sylvia Plath, that much is already clear

The poet continues their verse about a Gotham destroyed in a wintry apocalypse, the prose getting more purple by the minute….

My Girlfriend: This makes Little Nell’s death in the Old Curiosity Shop look downright understated

Me: I just can’t tell what emotions the writer is trying to conjure up here

My Girlfriend: Chris Claremont just off to the side going “You need to tone it down”

It turns out our mystery poet is a member of the gang of a certain Frosty Felon…

Me: I really hope this issue actually turns into a heartwarming seasonal comedy where Mr Freeze gets his henchman to go back to college, finish that creative writing course and become a published author

My Girlfriend: “Just because I’m a villain doesn’t mean I don’t support the arts”

Me: But the crusty and bitter old dean doesn’t approve of supervillain henchmen at his college

AND HIINX WILL ENSUE

My Girlfriend: During which the dean will learn that it’s not him teaching these kids…the kids have been teaching HIM this whole time

Me: Rated PG-13 for rude humor and mild comedy peril

My Girlfriend: Let’s make this film

Me: The real villain here is capitalism

My Girlfriend: Wait

He “Doesn’t deal in fantasy”?

YOU ARE WORKING FOR AN ICE MAN WITH A SNOW GUN

Freeze’s response to Lou asking him why he wants to murder a whole city of people is a succinct “Why not?”

Me: Well so long as there’s a good reason

My Girlfriend: It’s not often you see “Because I can” as a motivation for mass murder but here we are

Freeze rants that “Everything bad that has happened to him” all happened in Gotham

Me: “And instead of blaming the people responsible I’ll just blame the whole city”

My Girlfriend: SOUND REASONING

Freeze talks about his silver age origin…how back when he was “Mr Zero” he experimented with his ice gun and it backfired, turning him into a man unable to live in temperatures above zero

My Girlfriend: Wait where the hell is Nora in all this

Me: She does not exist in his past yet

My Girlfriend: Only in comics does that answer make sense

Me: Comics or Doctor Who

Me: You’re going to be amazed to hear this

But the writer who gave this brilliantly conceived dialogue to the one black man in the story is in fact white

My Girlfriend: I am SHOOK

Lou questions how Mr Freeze’s plan could possibly work, declaring it “Too wild”

Me: Lou is a real negative “Glass half empty” kind of person

My Girlfriend: I am impressed he has the guts to tell the supervillain to his face that his scheme is batshit though

Me: Freeze encourages an open dialogue and free exchange of ideas among his minions

My Girlfriend: “Huh

I WAS wondering why you had us build that giant ice gun”

Me: Just so we’re clear here

Freeze’s plan is to rob a bank with a giant ice cannon

So he can afford to build an even bigger giant ice cannon

I have some notes on this plan

My Girlfriend: “And with this even larger ice cannon we shall rob a larger bank and buy what we need to build a yet larger ice cannon!”

Me: “Boss, what if we used the money for something other than ice cannons”

My Girlfriend: WHAT MADNESS ARE YOU SPEAKING

My Girlfriend: “Don’t worry Lou

I’m still perfectly sane and rational

I only plan to freeze and entire city so that I can fight a man in a bat costume to the death”

Me: “Thank god you put my mind at ease like that boss��

Freeze declares that for a time Gotham will be his “Personal domain of ice”

Me: “Because I am a theme villain in case you hadn’t noticed”

My Girlfriend: He’s committed to his aesthetic

Lou tells Freeze’s Poet Minion “You’ve got magic in that hand…and you’re abusing it!”

My Girlfriend: “And my mother always told me if you do that too much you’ll go blind!”

Me: REBECCA

My Girlfriend: You are a bad influence on me

Lou adds that the poet gives “Vision to the wild ideas” of Mr Freeze and “Becomes the architect of his madness”

Me: When he’s done with this lecture Lou is off to tell congress how Grand Theft Auto and rap music are to blame for mass shootings and then claim “Porn Addiction” is a real thing

My Girlfriend: “Sure I may work for Mr Freeze and rob and kill for him but the real culprit in all of this is POETRY”

Me: With his burning hatred of literature, Lou could have a bright future as a Republican congressman

My Girlfriend: Samantha he’s a felon connected to a serial killer

He could be PRESIDENT

And soon at a Gotham bank

Me: Oh no!

THOSE GUARDS WERE JUST TWO DAYS AWAY FROM RETIREMENT!

My Girlfriend: RETIRONY

Me: Can I just say I miss when villains did stuff like this?

Robbed banks?

Not every plot has to be a cosmic crisis DC, sometimes we just want a man in a snowglobe helmet to rob places with a big ice gun

My Girlfriend: Simpler times

One of the guards draws his pistol as the bank collapses causing his fellow guard to remark “Put that gun away! You gonna shoot an earthquake?”

Me: “IT HAS TO BE WORTH A TRY”

My Girlfriend: “Prove to me that it wouldn’t work”

Me: WEL THAT’S GRIM

My Girlfriend: Did the Poet Minion actually compose verse about the two dead guards WHILE they were murdering them with their ice quake?

Me: Too soon, Poet Minion

TOO SOON

Freeze and his minions loot the Bank Vault with Freeze declaring “It’ll be a cold day in hell before they figure out this one”

Me: Yes

A crime involving ice being committed in Gotham?

It will be a puzzler to test the mind of the worlds greatest detective who could be responsible

My Girlfriend: “WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?”

Me: “My money is on Firefly”

Speaking of Gotham’s resident detective, at Stately Wayne Manor, home of Billionaire Orphan Bruce Wayne

Me: I love the idea that Gordon carries some kind of Bat Torch and sometimes he just waves it at the sky

My Girlfriend: “Look if you can think of a more efficient way to get in contact with someone far away I’d like to hear it”

Arriving at the Bank, Gordon explains what happened, putting down the ice everywhere to a “Strange geological phenomenom”

My Girlfriend: I can REALLY see why the GCPD can’t solve a single case without Batman around

Me: “A bank robbery where everything is covered in ice?

This must be a freak natural occurrence and not the work of the man who robs banks using ice weapons”

My Girlfriend: Wait, if he didn’t think this was a robbery why the hell did he call Batman?

Me: It’s a little known fact that Batman is the best geologist in all of Gotham

My Girlfriend: The best BAT-geologist

My Girlfriend: “Talk to witnesses of a crime?

What kind of detective work is that”

Me: “You’d be amazed how much law enforcement work involves just deciding who the bad guy is and then beating them up”

Meanwhile, with supporting characters Julia Pennyworth and Vicki Vale

My Girlfriend: Wait, why is she white?

Me: OH MY GOD REBECCA

You can’t ask someone why they’re white!

My Girlfriend: S A M A N T H A

Me: In all seriousness this was the silver age Julia

I think she got erased in the Crisis? Or Zero Hour? Or possibly Infinite Crisis?

My Girlfriend: DC does a LOT of retcons

Me: I wonder if there’s some kind of counselling service for people whose loved ones get erased by time fuckery

My Girlfriend: Don’t make the pun your thinking of making

Me: CRISIS COUNSELLING

My Girlfriend: PUN JAIL

Vicki is confused by Julia’s remark about her parents, saying that she thought her father was “Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s butler”

My Girlfriend: Has she not seen Pennyworth?

Alfred is a man of action!

Me: HE WILL BUTTLE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU

My Girlfriend: HE WILL TUCK YOU UP LIKE A KIPPER

Julia explains she was raised by a freedom fighter and that also her bio-dad was a spy

Me: I love how casually she brings this up

My Girlfriend: Oh yeah before he was a butler my dad was James Bond, also my adopted dad fought tyranny in far off nations

Vicki says that bringing Julia along on this assignment will keep her in her sight “And away from Bruce Wayne”

Me: “As your employer I am going to use my power over you to interfere in your personal life for my own benefit!”

My Girlfriend: “What the hell are ethics”

Julia assures Vicki that she’s not into Bruce Wayne…she’s into the Batman!

Me: OH THE IRONY

My Girlfriend: Sounds like we’re on a collision course with some romantic misunderstandings

Me: I CAN’T WAIT

Back with Batman, Robin and Gordon…

My Girlfriend: Is….

Is he being sarcastic here?

Me: THE ENTIRE CRIME SCENE IS COVERED IN ICE

My Girlfriend: I think Gordon needs an eye test for those “Fumbling eyes” of his

Me: “WHAT SUBTLE CLUE HELPED YOU SOLVE THIS FIENDISH MYSTERY”

Gordon asks Batman what he plans to do and Bruce replies that he’s going to catch Mr Freeze

Me: “You’re going to catch the criminal who committed this crime?

I never would have thought of that!”

My Girlfriend: It’s those maverick ways and unconventional thinking of his that make Batman such an invaluable ally to the GCPD in their war on crime

Vicki and Julia have also arrived at the scene

Me: Oh that horny Bullock!

My Girlfriend: Hard to believe this city has such a soaring crime rate when it has such competent and dedicated law officers on the case

Me: Apparently all it takes is two women sort of flirting at him for this guy to let them wander into an active crime scene

My Girlfriend: The kind of professionalism we’ve come to expect from Gothams Finest here

My Girlfriend: “Just hold me tight Julia”?

>.>

Me: I’m starting to suspect there’s another reason why Vicki doesn’t want Julia dating Bruce Wayne

My Girlfriend: Vicki is out to prove she can do everything as a professional journalist that a man can

Including having sex with her assistant

Me: I SUPPORT HER GOALS

But our potentially sapphic double act plummet into the icy chasm left by Freeze’s diabolical ICE CANNON!

Batman and Robin rush into action while an irate Gordon declares “Just wait till I get my hands on the idiot who let them approach that hole!”

Me: “Are we just done with phrasing?”

My Girlfriend: SAMANTHA NO

Me: SAMANTHA YES

Me: Calling her Toots

Talking about her “First time”

I’m starting to legitimately ship this as a Crack Ship now

My Girlfriend: There has to be at least one Julia/Vicki femslash fanfic out there

Me: If there isn’t I am gonna write one

My Girlfriend: You have like two dozen unfinished books you do not have time to be writing femslash crack fic about an obscure silver age pairing

Me: OR DO I

Bruce and Robin head in after the ladies as Bullock apologises to Gordon…

Me: “SO I CAN HANG YOU”

My Girlfriend: Well THAT was dark

Me: You know Gordon was thinking it

Meanwhile, back at Stately Wayne Manor, home of Billionaire Orphan Bruce Wayne

Me: “Damn!

The one thing I didn’t predict when I came up with this brilliant deception…that a child welfare official would want to check on the welfare of a child!”

My Girlfriend: She masterfully outwitted his clever ruse!

Me: It was no match for the unpredictable development of her doing the one thing her job actually requires her to do that she said she’d come here for

The outraged child welfare woman asks Alfred “Do you realise it’s eleven o clock?”

Me: DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR CHILDREN ARE?

My Girlfriend: “I keep telling you, NO”

She says that this will all look pretty bad for Bruce in her report adding that it’s especially bad that Jason lives there “Without benefit of legal adoption papers”

My Girlfriend: I’m sorry wait what?

Could she say that again I think I had something stupid in my eye and must have misread that line

Me: ITS GENUINELY CANON THAT BRUCE WAYNE JUST INVITES ORPHANS TO LIVE WITH HIM

My Girlfriend: “You do realise that’s not how adoption works, right?”

Me: “I’m sorry, my head is a little hazy, what with all the herbal inhalants

They curb anxiety”

While back with Mr Freeze…

My Girlfriend: Okay is this issue actually a comedy?

Me: Mr Freeze demonstrating his brilliant management skills here

My Girlfriend: “Boss, I’m just saying maybe there’s a better way to make our getaway than lugging a giant ice cannon around with us”

Me: “AND I SAY SHUT UP OR CATCH THESE ICE HANDS”

And who is behind them?

Well

Me: He’s afraid his condition has left him COLD to their pleas of mercy!

My Girlfriend: SAMANTHA

Me: “OKAY EVERYONE

CHILL”

My Girlfriend: SAMANTHA NO

Back with Robin and Batman, Bruce has deduced his hunch about Mr Freeze was right while Robin remarks he wishes he was wearing long pants

Me: “Seriously Batman I am going to get hypothermia”

My Girlfriend: “Not to worry old chum, your replacement is already waiting at the Orphanarium”

Back with Freeze, there is discontent among his villainous band…

Me: I’m starting to think this might be a hostile work environment

My Girlfriend: Still better than working at Twitter under Elon Musk

Me: Well that goes without saying

My Girlfriend: Hard to believe that announcing his intention to turn against Freeze and swipe some of his loot ended badly for this unarmed regular man with his back turned

Me: “THAT LOOT IS FOR A GOOD CAUSE

THE CAUSE OF GIANT ICE CANNONS”

Me: “GET TO DA CHOPPAH!”

My Girlfriend: That’s not even from the right movie!

Batman makes short work of most of Freeze’s henchmen….

My Girlfriend: “Yes that…that was implied by what I said”

Me: “My ice gun will make you dead Batman!”

My Girlfriend: “ONLY IF IT KILLS ME”

Me: Freeze is determined to KICK SOME ICE here

My Girlfriend: I will make you sleep outside in the yard I swear to god

Freeze’s poetry minion makes the unwise decision of grabbing hold of the barrel of the ice cannon…which promptly freezes his hands solid before Robin knocks him out

Me: “It seems he’s lost his hands, after a lifetime of having hands”

My Girlfriend: HOW IRONIC

Me: Nice to know that Robin doesn’t let a little thing like a man being in agonising pain prevent him from upper cut-ing him in the head though

My Girlfriend: Truly he is a heroic role model

Me: “YOUR NOT TAKING ME TO THE COOLAH”

My Girlfriend: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

My Girlfriend: It’s terrifying to think just how many times Quentin Tarantino and Joss Whedon may have masturbated to this scene >.>

Me: WHY

Would you put that mental image in my head

Why would you hurt me like this

My Girlfriend: This is my revenge for your ice puns

Me: NOOOOOOOO

Mr Freeze begins to monologue that he’s finally going to ICE the Batman (My Girlfriend: BOOOOOOOOOO) after so many defeats at his hands…

Me: “I’m surely about to win and definitely won’t be foiled at the last minute!

My Girlfriend: “What would the odds of THAT be

However the ladies do indeed manage to dislodge part of the ice, the collision throwing Freeze off balance

Me: It’s like they always say

You win using ice death traps…you lose using ice death traps

My Girlfriend: Literally no one has ever said that

Me: See?

Bruce loves ice puns as well :D

My Girlfriend: Damn you Batman, don’t encourage her

Me: He thinks that they’re very…COOL :D

My Girlfriend: (Pterodactyl screech)

And as Freeze is arrested for Ice Crimes….

My Girlfriend: Vicki

WHY ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF YOUR FRIEND MAKING OUT WITH BATMAN

Me: They are for her “Personal use” later

My Girlfriend: I shall not kinkshame her weirdly specific fetish

Me: “AW YEAH

THAT’S IT

GET IT JUIA

GET THAT BAT-DICK”

But our story is not over, for soon, back at the Bat-cave

Me: “Stop recapping my weird and overly complicated love life at once”

My Girlfriend: “NEVER”

However the light hearted tone comes to an end as they get some bad news…

Me: “I can’t believe that Gotham Child Welfare thinks I’m endangering Jason!

Anyway

On an unrelated note Jason and I just got back from fighting a mad scientist with an ice gun who wanted to freeze the entire city to death”

My Girlfriend: Bruce would NEVER allow anything bad to happen to Jason!

Why when I think of the name “Jason Todd” the first thing I think of is how totally safe that kid was

Me: TOO SOON

My Girlfriend: You started it!

And so our issue comes to an end….

Final Thoughts

My Girlfriend: Finally I am safe from your ice puns

Me: I am sorry that they left you COLD

My Girlfriend: >:(

Me: That’s the last one, honest

My Girlfriend: I’d love to believe that….

Me: Mr Freeze certainly gets points for ambition in this story

My Girlfriend: And no points to the GCPD who apparently need the worlds greatest detective that a crime committed using ice was committed by the ice criminal

Me: Freeze was just TOO SUBTLE for them

My Girlfriend: HIS IS A FIENDISH MIND

Me: I love how Bruce is just absolutely shook that Gotham’s Child Welfare might have some problems with him illegally adopting random orphans and yeeting them at supervillains

My Girlfriend: “Wait child endangerment laws are a thing?

SINCE WHEN”

Me: But at least that one henchman will never again threaten the world with the evil of poetry

My Girlfriend: TRULY A NOBLE VICTORY FOR JUSTICE

Me: Happy holidays babe

My Girlfriend: Awwwwwwwwww :D

#DC #Comics #Let's Read Comics

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spookyceph · 5 months

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Salt, Sugar, Heat Ch. 4: Overtime

Words: 1,741

Summary: Anywhere can be paradise when your home is hell.

Content Advisory: Sexual references through dialogue

It struck Touya as funny that someone who was basically a giant walking shadow could still have a normal one too. When Kurogiri’s fell over him, he looked up from the game on his phone.

“What’s happening, boss?”

“It is past noon, Todoroki Touya. By the looks of things, the lunch rush has died down. The others should have everything well in hand from here on.”

“Yeah, I already clocked out. Just thought I’d stick around for a bit. Admire the scenery since it’s such a beautiful day.”

Kurogiri surveyed the back lot. The buzzing cloud of flies hovering around the trash bins. A panting stray dog trotting by in the alley. The rickety patio furniture Touya lounged on.

“I see. How is your family doing?”

“Oh, you know. Still fucked up beyond all comprehension. Same old, same old.”

“Nothing immediately pressing, I hope?”

“Nah,” Touya lied.

The ghosts of a million sage but stern lectures haunted Kurogiri’s pause. “What do you make of our latest recruit?” was what he said instead.

“Looks like he hasn’t been outside his basement or eaten anything other than instant noodles for ten years. But…”

“But?”

A pale face pinched with worry that couldn’t quite snuff out the gleam in blood-red irises. Those same eyes watching his every move at the oven. A lanky frame scrambling to jump at orders the instant they were given.

Touya turned back to his phone. Just on the off chance a smile slipped out and ruined his reputation. “He threw himself into everything. Didn’t just stand around and wait for me to give him something to do. Helped clean up to the very end. Never complained once.”

“Ah, so you’re saying he performed admirably.”

“I’m saying he’d give his left nut for a scrap of approval from anyone. But under the desperation there might be the makings of a spine. If he doesn’t crack in the next month, he might turn into a decent baker.”

“You’re a harsh taskmaster, Todoroki Touya.”

“I’m also right.”

That earned a classic Kurogiri sigh. “I trust your instincts on this matter. However, please be mindful of how difficult it is to be a beginner. I feel it’s all too easy to forget past struggles in one’s current confidence.”

Touya twirled a hand. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll dispense a few head pats between lashings, okay?”

“My thanks. Do pass on my regards to your mother and siblings when you see them.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

He waited until he heard the back door shut with a polite click before putting his phone away. The heat of the sun weighing down on him already rivaled the oven’s. He wanted to rinse off with a cool shower. Crank up the air conditioning. Snuggle into his futon for a well-earned rest. Luckily, he was used to denying his wants and needs. Touya stood, took a spine-popping stretch, then wandered inside to fuck with the others.

The rush of running water between the clatter of pots and pans drew him to the sink and his first target.

“Yo, Jin. How’s it going?” He draped an arm around the other man’s neck since getting one all the way across his shoulders was too much of a pain.

Jin turned his head enough to glance at him through the eyeholes of his red costume hoodie’s zip-up mask. Some super sentai thing by the looks of it. “Just finishing up this last round of dishes then I’m taking a lunch break. Look at the mess people left on these plates! Customers are fucking animals! What about you? Aren’t you dead on your feet yet?”

“Story of my life.”

“Let me take your scrawny ass to the gym sometime then! Your old man take leave off of work or something?”

He could probably see shit out of the silly hoodie, but Jin didn’t miss much else. “Shōto is about to start applying for schools. So Enji’s hanging around the house like a fly buzzing around shit.”

“Aw, that sucks. You get to live in a mansion, you prick!”

“Yumi’s a teacher, Natsuo’s almost a doctor, my kid brother’s all set to get into a prestigious school…” Touya heaved a sigh and pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “Guess I truly am a failure. How will I ever bear the shame?”

“You could always write a tell-all memoir. Marry a scandalous celebrity! Or, I dunno, man. Just keep making kick ass bread. No, become a porn actor! If you can’t be a gold star, be a red flag!”

Touya let his arm down and slapped Jin on the back. Winced. The guy really was built like a pro. “I’ll take those into consideration.”

“Hey, are you headed out front? Would you mind asking Spinner to make me a coffee?”

“You got it.”

True to his word, Touya pushed his way through the swinging doors. Spinner was leaning against the counter by the espresso machine, a rag draped over his shoulder while he scrolled through his phone. The busy part of the day was well and truly dead. No one remained at the little café tables inside or outside.

“Hey, Turbo Nerd,” Touya said. “Make Jin some coffee.”

“Hey, Rich Boy. Eat my ass.”

“I’d say ‘you wish’, but you probably don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“I have the Internet, dummy.” Realizing what just came out of his mouth, Spinner flushed. Turning on his heel, he suddenly became very invested in whipping up that drink.

“You meet the new guy?” Touya asked once the growl of the coffee grinder died down.

“Yeah. He seems cool.”

Folding his arms across his chest, Touya leaned against the wall. “You got a crush on him already or what?”

“No, I’m just not dedicated to being an asshole to every person I meet, unlike you.”

Toga, Kurogiri, and now Spinner…this Tenko kid was really bringing out the protective instincts in everyone. Touya was so busy trying to wrap his brain around why that he forgot to give Spinner a hard time before accepting the coffee and returning to the back. He still hadn’t come up with any answers by the time he found Jin sitting on the shitty patio furniture, lower half of his hoodie mask unzipped, a cigarette stuck between his lips.

“Can I get a light?” Jin asked, making the cig waggle like a cartoon tongue. “Damn spirits ran away with my lighter again!”

“Sure.” A current of unease rippled beneath his calm surface. He kept his face from giving away how hard he was concentrating when he stuck his thumb beneath the cigarette’s tip. It was fine. It had always been fine since…he had it under fucking control. All he needed was a little spark for half a second. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He knew what he was doing.

A wisp of blue flame jumped up from the tip of his thumb and blackened the end of the cigarette. Jin jerked back, puffing until he got it to glow cherry-red. He coughed but was otherwise unharmed. Of course.

“Oh, hey,” Jin said, “Big Sis was asking about you. Told me to send you into the office if you were still hanging around. Go home already, you weirdo!”

Touya stuffed his tingling, shaking hands into his sweater pocket. “Cool. See you around, man.”

“Why? You been spying on me, huh?! Take it easy, Dabi.”

As usual, a wall of paperwork had cut off Magne from the rest of the world when he stuck his head into the office. She glanced up at him over the rim of her sunglasses.

“Oh, good. Take a seat, cutie pie. Got a question for you.”

He slipped inside and plopped into the chair across from her. “If it’s about another employee appreciation lunch, I still hate sushi.”

“Not quite. You know the old house next door?”

“Hard to miss when I pass it almost every day.”

“How’d you like to live there?”

His lapse into shocked silence brought a smile to Big Sis’s face.

“The current owner is getting ready to retire out in the country,” she continued. “He’s giving Kurogiri the first shot at buying the property.”

“Why? Doesn’t he have any kids or relatives who want it?”

“They’re not really interested since it is a bit of a fixer-upper. Anyway, it kind of helps that Kurogiri has been slipping him free food and coffee since we opened.”

Once again, the boss’s quiet ability to just make something happen gave Touya the sense of being a piece on a board in a game he couldn’t yet identify. “What’s the catch?”

She halved a couple of the stacks so she could sit back and still make eye contact. “Well, you’d be responsible for little projects that don’t require a contractor. You know, some painting, the maintaining the yard, maybe replacing the simpler woodwork. Things a capable young man such as yourself can tend to.” She fluttered her lashes at him. “Kurogiri also has plans to eventually rent rooms to a few tenants. You’d be responsible for collecting rent and troubleshooting. Same goes for the bakery afterhours since you’ll be right here.”

“I assume I’ll be paying a portion too?”

“Oh, sure. At a reduced rate, of course, since you’re providing time and effort as well.”

The opportunity to wriggle out from old Enji’s thumb had him ready to leap at the offer. But the risk grabbed him by the back of the neck and held him in place. He could already feel the added weight hanging above him, ready to come crashing down onto his shoulders. First the bakery, now a whole ass house? Rooming with strangers? Strangers who’d look to him to fix things instead of burn them to the ground and never look back?

Magne, catching some twitch or frown line that betrayed him, sighed. “You don’t have to answer right this minute, hot lips. Talk it over with Kurogiri yourself—he just asked me to pass the message along, after all. Maybe, hmm, go home and sleep on it.”

The looming future receded a little, giving Touya room to breathe again. Sure. Yeah, he could ask Tall, Dark, and Spooky a few more questions tomorrow. Find out what his angle was. “Okay. Tell him I’m considering the idea if you see him later.” He stood, looking down while brushing some stray sesame seeds from the bottom hem of his jacket. “And…thanks. Or whatever.”

#bnha #shigadabi #fanfic #league of villains #bakery au

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beckleboo · 1 year

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TRIGGER WARNING. (Talk about medical issues, blood, surgery)

It’s Wednesday night and you’re exhausted. You haven’t been sleeping great because at 35 weeks pregnant it’s hard to get comfortable. It’s 9pm, you decide to take a pregnancy approved sleep medication. You crawl into bed and get all cozy, but at 9:45 just as you’re about to fall asleep you decide it is probably best to get up and pee. You ARE pregnant after all. You don’t want to turn the bedroom light on, so you turn the flashlight on your phone on and leave it on the bed, illuminating the room around you. You quickly go to the bathroom, but after you wipe you notice blood. A LOT of blood on the toilet paper. Thinking this can’t be real, you must be seeing things, you check again. More blood. More clots. Now you can feel it and hear it just dripping out of you. You “whisper yell” for your husband because your toddler is sleeping in the next room. After calling his name 3 times he hears you and comes from the kitchen. He says “what’s wrong?”, an uneasiness in his voice. You calmly ask him to get your phone for you. [looking back, I'm not sure why this is the first thing I said or asked for]. He asks again “what’s wrong?” You again say “Please hand me my phone”. At this point he looks at you, holding the toilet paper you had used, and said “are you bleeding?” He goes to grab your phone. When he comes back 5 seconds later he hears it, questions “are you peeing right now?” To which you calmly reply a simple “No.”

He immediately springs into action. While you call the emergency on call number to speak to your OBGYN he starts packing a bag for you and calls your mom.

The OBGYN calls you back in less than a minute. He says “Tell me what’s going on.” You let him know you’re bleeding, really bleeding. Wanting more details he asks “Bright red blood? Clear/pink tinged? Can you describe it? Was it a large amount? Has it stopped? Are there clots?” You answer his questions 1 by 1, “it’s bright red blood, just coming out as I sit here, and gets worse when I stand. It hasn’t stopped since it started and there are quite a few clots from what I can see”.

He calmly tells you to go to the birthing center at the hospital for evaluation. You knew this would be his response. In October you were bleeding a much smaller amount and had a 2 night stay in the hospital because of it. At that time they said you had some bleeding because of placenta previa. Which 2-3 weeks later they said had “resolved”.

So you are sitting there, thinking what exactly you need to do because the blood is still just coming. The bleeding gets worse when you stand, so you sit back down feeling a little light headed. Eventually you decide to just grab the hand towel from the bathroom and stick that in your pants.

Your husband lets you know a neighbor is here to stay with your sleeping toddler until your mom arrives.

He drives you to the hospital.

When you get there, they take you to a triage room, tell you to put a hospital gown on & provide a urine sample. As you try to give them a urine sample you realize you caught a large clot in the cup instead. Being the person you are, you come out and apologize and ask for a different sample cup. Once the nurse sees the clot she says not to worry about the urine sample, to come get on the stretcher so they can check out baby. Your nurse puts the monitor on you to check on baby. She says “ok, baby is on the monitor. We will call your OBGYN that’s on call, but in the meantime the hospitalist OBGYN who is here will come see you. So let me just go update her and I’ll be right back”.

Being a nurse yourself you expect a little bit of a wait. Sometimes it can take a bit to get a doctor to come see a patient. So you close your eyes and concentrate on listening to your baby’s heart beat on the monitor. You’re surprised that just about 2 minutes later the door was opening. It was 3 different nurses and they said they needed to go over paper work & consents, start an IV, and draw some blood. Not even a minute later your original nurse walks in with another nurse and the OBGYN that was already in the hospital. The original nurse starts doing admission questions in the computer, the doctor stated she needs to do a pelvic exam, and the other nurse starts going over an anesthesia questionnaire with you. All of this at the same time they are starting and IV and going over routine consents & papers with you. The doctor does the pelvic exam for what felt like mere seconds and you overhear her tell a nurse “we gotta take her back.” Next a CRNA from the anesthesiology team comes in. She starts asking questions and telling the nurses to please call the lab to rush the blood work they just sent saying “I need to know her platelet level before I do a spinal. If I don’t have her labs back then we have to do general”. This wasn’t said to me, but I knew what she was saying. My husband on the other hand did not. He had been keeping it together pretty well, you’re used to this kind of thing at work, but he is not. You can tell on his face he is worried and his anxiety is staring to set in, but he’s on the other side of the room and there are still nurses and doctors talking at you and to you, so you can’t talk to him right now. You’re trying to pay attention to the nurse having you sign consents, while listening to the others in the room. You overhear “she’s still bleeding now”, “we need to get her back there now”, “you sent a tube to type & cross right?” . . .

This is when your OB walks in. He gets a brief update from the other doctor, talks to you, and answers questions from your husband. He’s the first person to actually say to you that they need to take baby out now. They start telling your husband, “we will lead you to your room and you can put your things there. Once she’s ready in the OR you can come back.” You can tell he’s really starting to freak out a bit now. Says “so she’s delivering the baby? Like tonight? Right now?” The doctor calmly explains that yes, we are gonna have a baby. Tonight, right now. He’s going to perform a c-section because that’s what is safest for both of you, because they need to stop the bleeding. They start leading him to the room to put the bags there and start rolling you to the OR. You say his name to get his attention, tell him to come back and give you a quick kiss. He does and you say “I love you. We will both be ok”.

You get back to the OR & the CRNA informs you your labs did come back already, you don’t need to go under general anesthesia. Yay!

They have you transfer from the stretcher to the OR table. Explain the process to you. While the anesthesiologist is doing your spinal he asks what you normally do while you’re not here. You tell him “well I’ve been out of work since October on bedrest, but I am a nurse”. At this point you just had to laugh bc there was an audible “ohh that makes sense” from a few nurses and the CRNA. You ask “what makes sense?” They tell you you just seem so calm for everything that’s going on.

From there everything goes so quickly. Your little man was “delivered” at 11:42pm. He’s 5 lb 6 oz which isn’t bad for someone who is 5 weeks early. He doesn’t have go to the NICU and you’re so grateful.

And that’s how my second little man came into this world.

This was all so crazy. A timeline for reference

9:45pm notice bleeding

10:30pm arrive to hospital

11:42pm baby is out of me

It was so quick, I barely had time to process it.

The doctor said I was hemorrhaging due to a placental abruption.

They sent my placenta to pathology to figure out how this happened.

Overall it was a pretty scary situation but I feel like my husband and I handled it fairly well.

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thero0ks · 2 years

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Couldn’t Utter My Love When It Counted <Erwin Smith x Reader>

Request:

Hello. I have to admit, I'm absolutely in love with the way you write. You're amazing and so talented!

I'll understand perfectly well, if you refuse my request. It's fine. Actually, my cat is sick right now, and I don't feel good about it. Me and the veterinarians are treating him, and we are waiting for him to recover. So, if you don't mind, I'd like some comfort and reassurance, please. Maybe, if it turns into something hot, I don't mind, actually...

*deep breath* Veterinarian Erwin Smith. When you just enter the clinic, with a screaming cat in a carrier, he is just finishing his last appointment. He gives you both a confused look and something clicks in his brain and heart. Erwin literally snatches you out of the hands of his colleague, justifying himself by saying, that everyone at the clinic knows, that he is the one, who gets along best with cats. And you just have a very worried cat. Erwin will handle it better then anyone. He sees, how much you are worried and how much you are scared, confusingly telling the symptoms with which you came. He especially carefully examines and palpates your cat. Actually, he should focus on the cat screaming loudly in his hands, but his gaze constantly returns to you. Erwin has ideas, although he is not sure exactly, and he prescribes examinations and tests. He becomes your cat's doctor. You come almost every day, and Erwin is very happy to see you, but on the other hand, he feels, that he is not doing his job well. The cat is still sick and Erwin still doesn't have an accurate diagnosis. Every time, a man smiles and laughs at how emotional your cat is. Yes, constant kicking and loud yelling are inconvenient, but Erwin wants to cope with it. He imagines, with what adoration and gratitude you look at him, at your savior, when will he cure the cat. Maybe, after that, you'll agree to go on a date with him? But Erwin comes back to reality, when he sees your cat scratching your hand and face very badly during the IV. He's trying to treat your wounds carefully. You say that everything is fine, but the sight of your blood makes Erwin nervous. Poor sweet girl, Erwin's heart, hardened by years of working as a veterinarian, hurts, when he sees that you almost cry when you keep your cat under a IV. Of course, you love your cat very much, the man assures you, that you are a good and responsible owner, and he will definitely cure your cat. He promises. He can take care of your cat. And about you too, sweet girl.

Sharp eyes searched the wall of files that were neatly placed in open shelves. Find the section he needed he carefully placed the file in alphabetical order, doing his best to avoid any paper cuts on the sharp edges of the folders.

Voices from the receptionist drowned into the background of a few animals that sat in the waiting room, until a screaming cat entered the lobby. His curiosity peaked and he turned slightly to see who the owner of such a distressed patient was. A breath escaped his lungs, as his heart hammered inside his chest. Muscles moved on their own accord and he was taking the cat crate to take a better look at the distressed feline.

“Dr Zacharius, you’re more of a dog person anyways,” he stated. Out of the corner of cerulean eyes he could see large forearms straining against the white fabric of his coat. “’l’ll take care of this patient.”

A knowing smirk played on Miche’s lips as he watched Erwin. His deep voice was calming and confident, “You’ll be in the best hands with Dr. Smith.”

Erwin relaxed at Miche’s approval as he gestured down the hall. “Follow me please.”

He took the liberty of carrying the screaming cat down the hall with him, into his exam room. The veterinary assistant had already sterilized the room. Erwin sat the plastic crate on the metal counter. He twisted the latches to open up the top of the carrier and slowly pulled the top off doing his best to not startle the cat.

“Why is (cat’s name) visiting us today?”

He watched her nervously clench her fists as she stood across the table from him. A deep breath filled her chest as he watched her attempt to relax herself enough to discuss the issues. Erwin glanced down as he attempted to get to know his patient better, gently stroking the feline’s head, remaining calm for the furry pet.

“I was changing their litter box and noticed some blood,” she began, occasionally using her hands as she spoke. “I was concerned so I started to monitor them more closely, and there was blood in their urine.”

Erwin listened to her speak, letting the cat walk circles in his crate rubbing against his palm. He glanced down at the cat when it started to purr.

“Have they been straining when they urinate? Or crying out in pain?” He asked as he started taking the cat’s vitals.

Inquisitive eyes flickered up at her as often as he could. Stealing quick glances, doing his best to memorize every detail about her that he could. He wondered for a moment if he was being unprofessional, but the thought didn’t last long when she began speaking again.

“Yes, they’ve been struggling to urinate, and not much comes out when they do.”

“How long has this been going on?”

Sucking in her bottom lip, she gnawed on it with worry. “I’m not really sure, I’m sorry…”

He immediately saw the guilt flash in her eyes. A look he often recognized in owner’s who pet’s were more then just a family pet. Usually a best friend, and a companion. They always felt guilty for not noticing sooner.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He said softly, gently touching her shoulder. The brief touch felt like sparks were igniting under his skin, and he tried to push the feeling down. “Our pets can’t tell us when something is wrong. You did good bringing them in.”

Her shoulders seemed to relax as she nodded. “Thank you..”

Erwin gave her a soft smile as he continued to check over the cat. Feeling for any lumps, or any pain. When nothing out of the normal came up, he looked up at her.

“My guess is a UTI, but I would like to do a urinalysis to confirm. We’ll be right back.” He said, giving her a warm smile before closing up the cat carrier again. “Get comfortable, it may take a little while.” He gestured to the chair in the corner before leaving the room with the cat carrier.

What was he thinking, stealing Miche’s patient right from under his nose? All he had heard was a screaming cat, and the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.

“You’re smitten.” Miche commented from a stool that sat in front of their microscopes.

A small scoff was heard next to Miche. “It’s disgusting.” Levi stated from beside Miche. “The poor woman just wants her cat to get better, she doesn’t want to worry about some horny veterinarian trying to get in her pants.”

“You fell in love with Miche and he’s a horny veterinarian.” Erwin stated bluntly.

Levi’s face turned beet red as he sputtered for a reply, which solicited a wide grin from Miche who decided to pepper her cheek with kisses.

“Get off me you brute!” He growled, not using much energy to even try and push him off. A clear indicator that he enjoyed the kisses.

Erwin carried the crate to a room in the back and went to work doing his urine analysis, which came back inconclusive. He sighed, and carried the crate back, sitting it on the exam table. His heart was squeezing at the sight of her hopeful gaze.

“The urinalysis came back inconclusive,” he stated as he watched her visibly deflate. “However, that is quite common for felines.”

She seemed to relax a little as she listened to him, slowly nodded as she tried to process everything he said.

“What I want to do is a urine culture, some x-rays and blood work.” He explained, as her eyes widened.

“Okay, of course. I just want them to get better.” She said softly, as she looked up at him with big hopeful eyes.

The soft pour of her lips, and her big doe eyes had him exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He was determined to bring this feline back to full health, and maybe get her number if he was smooth enough.

He blinked himself out of that thought and gave her a small smile. “I’ll bring them into the back again. It may be a while, would you like me to get you anything to drink? Some tea or coffee maybe?”

She slowly shook her head, “no thank you.”

He nodded, “of course. I’ll be back. Hopefully with some answers.”

Disappearing out the door with the cat crate he went to the back to start on all the tests. He found something extremely concerning in the x-rays and searched out Levi for a second opinion. He was only the best cat veterinarian, because Levi had chosen to pursue large animal medicine. The man was a human embodiment of a cat, and Erwin was surprised Levi tolerated the pack of dogs Miche brought home to him.

“I need your opinion on these.* He said holding the x-rays up in the light.

“Crystallization on the kidneys. Common for really bad UTI’s.” He said, hardly glancing at the chart.

“Start with a change of diet, it might save your patient surgery.” He suggested.

Erwin nodded, “glad to know we’re on the same page.”

“You’re just scared of blowing your chances with the owner. Get out of your own head Smith.”

Erwin let out a small laugh. Levi’s bluntness always came as a comfort. If Levi believed he had a chance then he really did. The man wasn’t known for sparing other’s feelings.

“Thank you Levi.” He said before grabbing the cat carrier and entering the exam room.

“Thank you so much for waiting, (cat’s name) did wonderful for all of my tests.” He said as he sat the carrier on the exam table.

Taking the x-rays out of his folder he put them up against a light up board to show her his discoveries. “If you take a look at this area you can see crystals on the kidneys. This is quite common for bad UTI’s.” He explained as his pen hovered over the x-ray. “I think the best course of action is to send you home with some medicine, and a specialized dietary food to see if that dissolves the crystals. If not, we will most likely need to do surgery.”

Erwin watched her nibble on her bottom lip in thought, processing everything he’d said. He could see the anxiety behind her eyes as she looked down at her beloved pet. “How much would surgery cost?”

Erwin swallowed, he hated delivering bad news, but in his line of work he seemed to deliver bad news on the daily.

“Between $3,000-$3,500.”

She sucked in a breath as he dropped the figure. “I guess there’s no choice then. Let’s try the medicine, and if that doesn’t work we’ll go from there.”

Erwin smiled, “a vet tech will be in shortly with the medicine, I’ll let reception know about the food and to schedule you for a month from now.”

After disappearing out of the room he watched Marco disappear into the room to go over medications with her, and he spoke to Sasha about setting up an appointment for next month.

Two weeks had passed and Erwin couldn’t get her out of his head. Whenever he closed his eyes his thoughts always wandered back to her. Two weeks had drug by, and he was itching to make his normal check in call. Getting up he did his best to casually wander over to reception.

“Going somewhere?” Miche smirked from where he was filling out patient forms.

Erwin was startled for half a moment. He clenched his jaw realizing Miche had been keeping track of the last time his patient came into the clinic. “Just doing some check up calls,” Erwin said, coyly.

Miche hummed, “I’m sure you are.”

Erwin rolled his eyes and grabbed the desk phone and pulled her number from the file. After dialing the number he waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

Her voice sounded like music to his ears and Erwin relaxed, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“Hi, this is Dr. Smith from Scouts Animal Hospital. I was calling to check up on (cat’s name).”

“Oh hi Dr.Smith. I haven’t seen any improvements. There’s still blood present in their urine, and they’ve started having accidents in the kitchen.”

Erwin listened to her as he leaned against the counter. “I think it would be best if you brought (cat’s name) in sooner.” He said softly. “I’m concerned that no improvements have been made, and I think surgery is our best option.”

A small sniffle could be heard on the other end of the line, and Erwin could tell she was attempting to collect herself. “Yes, of course I’ll bring them in right away.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon. We’re going to get them better.” He said in an attempt to comfort her.

After they said their goodbyes he hung up the phone and went back to order Jean to get the room ready for surgery.

When she arrived at the clinic, Erwin checked her in and brought her back to the exam room to discuss the details of the surgery. He lifted the top of the crate off and got reacquainted with her pet.

“I’m going to open them up, and remove all the crystals. Hopefully once we do that they’ll be back to normal.” He said softly. “We will want to observe them for a couple days, and the healing process will be long.” He added.

“Okay, will you tell me how surgery goes?” She asked, scratching the feline’s ear. “I’d like to wait in the waiting room until I know how they are.”

“Of course, now I do need to put an IV in. You may want to step out of the room or look away if you’re not good with needles.”

“Needles don’t bother me,” she said quickly, and Erwin could sense a bit of determination in her voice.

Erwin nodded and got the IV ready, grabbing an electric razor to shave the area, before explaining to her how to hold the cat while he worked. Choosing the front leg he quickly shaved the area, keeping an eye on the struggling cat. (Y/N) seemed to have it under control as he grabbed the needle and catheter tube. After putting on gloves and properly sterilizing the area he searched for the vein and when he found it, he warned her that he was about to place the IV. As he pushed the needle in he rolled his thumb over the vein to stop the blood as he reached for the IV tube to finish setting up. Too focused on the job at hand he faintly heard an angered hiss followed by a pissed off meow, as he secured the catheter in place and he glanced up to see blood dripping from (Y/N)’s face.

“I’m so sorry, I should have had Jean hold them. Let me get you cleaned up.” He said, leading her over to the sink to sterilize the cat scratch. Erwin quickly changed his gloves out grabbing the rubbing alcohol from under the sink. “This is going to hurt, but it’s the best way to avoid infection.”

He poured some of the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab and he gently went to work cleaning the wound. The small winces one her face had his heart shattering. If he’d been more careful this never would have happened.

“It’s okay, I promise.” She said softly, gently grabbing his wrist seeing the panic in his eyes. “I own a cat, this kind of stuff is normal you know?”

“Are you sure? I feel terrible…” Erwin said, slightly hanging his head in shame. He prided himself on being a professional, and in that moment he acted like a complete rookie.

“I’m sure, just get them better. Please?” She asked, gently squeezing his wrist again before letting go.

“Of course, they’ll get better. I promise.”

He gave her a warm smile before taking the cat in the back and getting them prepped for surgery. Surgery went smooth and Erwin had tucked the feline safely in a crate while it slept off the anesthesia, and made his way out to the waiting room. It was mostly empty accept for one late night emergency appointment, and he approached (Y/N).

“Surgery went good (cat’s name) is currently sleeping off the anesthesia.”

(Y/N) stood up, stretching a little. “Thank you, am I able to come in daily to check in on them?”

“Of course, would you like to see them before you go?”

She nodded in response and Erwin lead her into the back to the metal cage they were securely locked in. Erwin gave her some space to visit with her feline companion as he finished up on some paperwork.

She came to visit day after day. Erwin made sure to set aside time to speak with her, and update her on the cat’s progress. Eventually, Erwin had determined they were ready to finish healing at home. He felt bittersweet as he put the cat in it’s carrier. He’d miss seeing her face around the clinic everyday. Picking up the carrier he took the cat out to the lobby and pet her at the front desk.

“I’ll walk you out,” he said, gesturing for her to lead the way. Happy to carry the crate a little longer if it meant he could spend a few extra minutes in her presence.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“It was my pleasure, they’ve been an excellent patient,” he smiled as he sat the crate in her passenger seat. “If anything comes up, call me on my cell.”

He handed her a scrap of paper, and she took it, glancing down at the neatly written number, his name penned out below it. In a burst of courage he decided to go for it.

“Whether it’s about the cat, or personal. I’d love to talk.” He said, offering her a warm smile before shutting the car door.

A small blush bloomed on her cheeks. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to call.”

After saying a quick goodbye Erwin watched her drive off and he went into the clinic, taking a seat in the break room. All he could do was hope that she’d reach out.

It had been five weeks, and (Y/N) clutched the scrap of paper in her hand. This was the perfect time to call him, she tried to reason with herself. She could update him on (cat’s name) recovery. They were back to normal, and she was grateful for everything Erwin had done for her. She was almost positive he was hitting on her in the parking lot. Taking a deep breath she dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

Erwin heard his phone ringing and he walked over to his bedside table to answer it. He noticed it was an unknown number, and he hit accept.

“This is Erwin Smith.”

“Hi, this is (Y/N) (L/N) you were taking care of my cat (cat’s name). I just wanted you to know they’re back to normal, so thank you.”

Erwin smiled at the sound of her voice. He’d given up hope on her reaching. “That’s great! I’m so happy to hear they’re doing better.”

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you did for them.”

“It was my pleasure to help,” Erwin said softly. “If you need anything else don’t hesitate to reach out.”

After they said their goodbyes, Erwin sat his phone down; hoping she’d find another reason to call.

#Erwin Smith #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith one shot #Mike Zacharias #mike zacharias x levi ackerman #miche zacharius x levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan one shot

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Second Contact for Earth 15, Part Two

(Featuring @tallest-blue-nerd, @invader-d1b, @ukagaka-zim, and @aik-membrane, featuring mentions of @tak-e-over.)

"EVEN WHEN SEEING US UNDISGUISED AND WITH A SAMPLE OF MY BLOOD, MEMBRANE STILL DIDN'T BELIEVE I WAS AN ALIEN," Zim added.

"Membrane's work was the best that we had for a long time. But he's a relic of the past now," Stocks said.

"Ambassador Membrane, were you involved at all in the press conference proceedings? I haven't heard for sure," Holter asked.

"I was more or less involved," D1b answered carefully. "But not in a way that matters to this discussion."

"Did you approve of the current Professor Membrane exposing aliens?" Barkley asked.

Zim huffed. "NO ONE APPROVED THAT."

"You were the one who spoke at the conference, Invader Zim," Stocks prodded. "And you didn't approve?"

"OF COURSE NOT," Zim answered.

Stocks seemed intrigued. "Why not?"

"There were many reasons," Miyuki interjected. "However, are they important to this conversation?"

"You tell me," Stocks replied.

"I've already said that we wanted to wait out for humans to be more prepared for us," Miyuki said. "The situation at the press conference was not preferable. But it happened, and there was not a way for us to move around it."

"Hm," Stocks seemed a bit disappointed in that answer.

"You sure love to poke and prod at things that aren't meant for you to touch, Doctor," Aik said coldly.

Zim chuckled.

"I do," Stocks acknowledged. "That is why I became a doctor after all."

"HOW WE HAVE BEEN EXPOSED DOESN'T MATTER. THIS ISN'T SOMETHING WE'RE GONNA RETAIN AGAINST HUMANITY," Zim explained.

"We care too much about our collective future for that," Miyuki added.

"So you choose to not hold stuff against us. We can still hold stuff against you," Took said. "I think now is a good time to discuss Tak in more detail."

"If you'd like, go ahead," Miyuki said.

"Professor Membrane has already shown us the attacks that we had registered under different names. What exactly was her story? And how common is someone like her?" Took asked.

"Tak was an old friend of mine that felt betrayed. In order to get back at me, she decided to attack an innocent people group," Miyuki explained. "I hadn't heard from her for around 50 years when Ambassador Membrane got a hold of me and told me what was happening. I came immediately to put a stop to her, but she had already caused damage on your planet for two years."

"A SUCH IRKEN ISN'T COMMON," Zim added.

"I've interacted with many Irkens in the past seven years. Tak is the only one that I ever hated." D1b placed a hand over his collar and mumbled something off screen.

Zim looked off the screen and mumbled something as well, and D1b seemed to nod in response.

"I have already made it clear that I can't control everything," Miyuki said. "Another Irken like Tak could come out and try to hurt you all. But I will protect you, even if we don't sign a peace treaty."

"Can you prove that?" Took asked.

Zim looked back at the screen.

"That is what I'm trying to do now. Prove myself and my intentions towards you. Establish trust," Miyuki explained.

"SHE PREFERS BLOWING THE MASSIVE UP THAN PUTTING ANYONE IN DANGER," Zim added.

"The Massive, eh?" Stocks seemed intrigued again.

"OUR FLAGSHIP," Zim replied.

"That seems like a good bridge to one of the other questions I'd like to ask. I want to know more about your weapon capabilities, your technology," Took said.

Stocks listened intently.

"MY TALLEST, MAY I SHOW THEM?" Zim asked.

Miyuki nodded. "Go ahead, Invader Zim."

Zim stood up and took a few steps back to be still visible. His PAK legs extended. "ALL IRKENS ARE EQUIPPED WITH THOSE. THEY ALSO SHOOT LASERS."

"Interesting choices for a species focused on peace," Took said.

"If we planned to harm you with these, we would have kept them a secret, wouldn't we?" Miyuki pointed out.

"THEY ARE A GENERAL TOOL, NOT ONLY TO DEFEND. WE USE THEM MOSTLY FOR MOBILITY," Zim explained.

"They're handy for climbing and getting into hard to reach places," D1b added.

"Do you speak from experience or from observation?" Holter asked D1b.

D1b thought for a moment. "A little of both."

Zim smiled at something off screen, as did D1b.

"Fascinating. These things, eh... what were they called? The spider legs?" Stocks asked.

"THEY'RE PAK LEGS." Zim turned around to show his back.

"Ah, so they're part of your PAK functions," Stocks said.

"Quite interesting," Barkley said.

"They seem like they could be used to kill someone quite easily though," Took growled.

"Well, that's what Tak used hers for," D1b admitted.

Zim retracted his PAK legs and went back to his seat. "YOU ASKED ABOUT OUR WEAPONS, THEY CAN BE USED AS SUCH. NO IRKEN IS DEFENCELESS THANKS TO THEM."

"Is there a way to shut them off and prevent the host from being able to use them?" Stocks asked.

D1b tensed some.

"MOST PAK FEATURES CAN BE DEACTIVATED," Zim answered.

D1b breathes deeply. "There are many intricacies to PAKs."

"You can learn more about them once a treaty is established," Miyuki interjected. "PAKs are very important to our existence, so we will refrain from revealing some things about their functions."

"Hm..." Stocks said.

Zim nodded.

"We told you about their weapons. That is enough," Miyuki added.

"Agreed." Barkley nodded.

D1b seemed relieved.

"I suppose that's a good way to move into the education topic that so many were interested in," Holter suggested.

"Ah, yes," Miyuki agreed.

"Education for both humans and Irkens," D1b added.

"Humans being able to learn about Irkens and vice versa," Aik said.

"Yes, precisely." Holter agreed.

"I think this is something everyone involved wants," Stocks said. "Learning about each other is a great way to establish our relationships together."

Zim nodded.

"That is the reason behind these talks," Barkley agreed.

"That and to make sure you all are trustworthy in the first place. I'm still not fully convinced that Ambassador Membrane isn't an alien. Hell, maybe all the Membranes were aliens," Took said.

"Ouch," D1b sighed.

"Our humanity doesn't need to be argued over," Aik added.

"I CAN CONFIRM HE ISN'T AN ALIEN," Zim said. "A SIMPLE BIOLOGIC SCAN OR DNA TEST CAN CONFIRM THAT."

"Yeah, you'd be the one trying to cover it up if it was true," Took said.

"We're not hiding anything from you," D1b explained. "Even if I was an alien, it wouldn't change the fact that I grew up on Earth, would it?"

"No, not unless you were switched out or something," Took answered.

"Don't spark more rumors, Commander," Aik warned.

"The real D1b Membrane could be captured somewhere..." Took mused.

"If you want the truth, then you need to listen more instead of speculate," Miyuki interjected.

Zim chuckled.

"I agree with Tallest Miyuki," Holter said.

"Fair enough," Took sighed.

"Tallest Miyuki, back to the subject of education, do you have any program ideas you'd like to present?" Barkley asked.

"Hold that thought, Mr. President," Aik said quickly. "We're going to break now."

"Ah, we'll circle back to it," Barkley said.

Zim smiled at something off screen.

"We'll be back, live again soon," Aik said.

The video feeds were replaced with the excited reporter. "Juicy stuff folks! We'll be right back with more to see, but first, a word from our sponsors."

#invasor zim #oc rp #roleplay #tallest miyuki #tallest blue nerd #iz dib #invader d1b #aik membrane #ukagaka zim #tak e over

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whiskeyandwolfsbane · 2 years

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8/9 - 12:51PM

Whoops. I kind of forgot this blog existed, lol, my bad.

Not much has been happening though so that's alright. Here's the rundown regardless for anybody who might be bothering to keep up with this blog (I know at least two of you, hello!).

So far, everything is healing up pretty well. I haven't really needed painkillers in quite some time, though I've taken some once or twice when my chest happened to have more shooting pains/twinges than usual. Not because I needed it - the pain has been manageable - but because I am kind of worried that if I don't take pain meds, it'll get worse, and I'd rather kick it before it gets to that point. Nothing crazy though, I haven't had the oxycodone in a while.

Itching isn't as bad finally, though it is still frustrating. We've been changing out bandages and cleaning the grafts, which look gnarly as hell but are progressing well, I think. The steri-strips over the incision marks is starting to peel off as the stitches beneath them dissolve. I'm going back to the medical centre again for a post op appointment on the 11th, which is also when I'll yet again attempt to contact someone about that goddamned paperwork.

Ah yeah, the paperwork. Where I'm at there: apparently I was denied paid medical leave because I'm like, 50 hours short of having worked at a real job for an entire year. I wasn't going to bother appealing the decision because like... it's not as though I can magically provide another 50 hours of work out of nowhere, I doubt they'll approve me.

But shortly after I got that news, I got an email from work basically stating that I should appeal it, because if I don't get medical leave approved, all they can do is put me on a thirty day leave of absence, and then I have to use my PTO to cover any other recovery time.

I personally think that sounds like horseshit, especially since (wrong form or not), they have a doctors' note written by my surgeon in his own handwriting stating that I'm not supposed to really go back to work until September 9th. So what exactly can you do except allow me to recover for that long? Firing me over it (since by the way, I don't even have enough PTO, since I've only accrued maybe thirteen hours in the last half a year) seems illegal.

But whatever. I'm gonna appeal it. However, unless I want to actually meet with a court and have a hearing - and I very much do not - what I can do instead is just request a review or something. Unfortunately, for that, I need the correct paperwork - which if you recall, is floating around in Red Tape Hell somewhere in the far off distance.

So I'm gonna wait another day to see if that paperwork gets back to me, but if it doesn't, what I am going to do is contact my social worker - he called that same day I was dealing with this shit at the medical centre and when I told him what was up, he said that if this isn't taken care of in a week, to call him and tell him and he'll try and get people moving.

Unrelated - I hope - but I got a horrible nosebleed the other night too. Like... I'm not gonna get too graphic but it was freaky. Lots of coagulated gross shit and way more blood than I feel is normal. I used to get terrible nosebleeds when I was younger due to stress and cold/dry weather usually, and I could breathe much easier when it stopped, so I'm pretty sure that it wasn't anything serious, just a combination of factors and my congested sinuses finally clearing out somewhat. But I'm trying to keep a mental eye on things just in case it might be something to worry about.

And that's where I'm at with that.

Otherwise... life is about the same as usual. I just play video games, watch videos, try to spend more time reading or drawing or anything but looking at a screen because I do that way too often. I've been obsessed lately with WolfQuest, an oooold game I used to adore as a preteen that I recently rediscovered. You play as a wolf in Yellowstone, and it's centred on realism/teaching you through gameplay about Yellowstone's wolves. I like it.

Mentally: stressed. It was nice up until the 4th or so to just. Not have anything to freak out about. But of course with the nonstop haranguing by my job and the inability to get medical leave squared away ASAP, it's right back to frayed nerves.

Which I hate but hey, capitalism.

I'm stressed about money, and already thinking maybe I should try to be... I dunno. Doing something worthwhile, as in, worthwhile to society so that I can get money to scrape by with, but I'm not physically capable of most things right now. I just really wish I could find an at-home job that I could survive on so I didn't have to put up with this, it's destroying me mentally, and I'm not even WORKING right now. (Which is part of the problem while simultaneously meant to be the solution.)

I'm trying to distract myself as best I can from the thoughts though, because I never get to just exist without stressing about work, and I want to make the most of it before I'm thrown headfirst back into the Rat Race.

And that's about it, yup. Anyway, I'll try and update again soon.

#journal entries

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timeoverload · 3 months

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I apologize for acting psycho the past couple days. I think I am just scared and depressed and the pain isn't helping. I know I shouldn't act like that. I'm sorry for being so pessimistic.

The doctor made me feel a little better about what is going on. He isn't sure what is causing my bladder pressure but it could be due to inflammation. It's not quite as bad as it was yesterday. The plan is to get another epidural steroid injection because it did help last time. If that doesn't work, I will need another MRI.

My last MRI in 2022 indicated that I have mild stenosis on the left neural foramen and moderate stenosis on the right neural foramen at L5-S1. My concern now is that my foraminal stenosis is possibly beginning to affect the central canal considering the symptoms I have been having. There's no way to tell unless I get another MRI but it hasn't been that long since I had one done so I'm trying to wait a while if possible because it's not cheap and they make me feel claustrophobic. My MRI also said that I have mild spondylosis (degenerative disc disease/osteoarthritis) between L1-2 and L5-S1. I have a small broad-based disc bulge and mild facet-joint hypertrophy at L5-S1 which is where my annular tear is. At L1-2 there is another small left paramedian disc protrusion without central canal or foraminal stenosis or nerve root impingement. I have mild degenerative endplate changes at L1-2 and L5-S1. I didn't have significant abnormalities in alignment. I have disc desiccation and moderate disc space narrowing L1-2 and mild disc space narrowing L5-S1. I've got a lot going on. I know I have something wrong with my neck as well but it doesn't bother me as much as my lower back so I'm not going to do anything about it at this time. I think it's frustrating that I couldn't get an MRI of my entire spine because they were focused on the lumbar region but maybe I will ask if that's possible next time I have to do it. I definitely inherited my grandma's back problems and most of the women on my mom's side of the family have similar issues. I hope I don't pass that on.

I have to wait until insurance approves my injection and I'm not sure how long that will take. I will have to wait until they call me to schedule that. My doctor is giving me more flexeril and I don't want to take it because it makes me feel like shit but it did help with my pain and muscle spasms so I guess it's worth it. Hopefully I don't have to take it very long because I sort of became dependent on it last time. I hate taking pills. I am going to pick it up soon. I am hoping that will make it possible to go to work on Monday because I really wasn't planning on missing work this week. I might get written up for missing work but I guess I already got my bonus so I don't really care. I need to take care of myself. It would be nice if they were understanding because they know I have been dealing with this for a while but we'll see. I'm not getting put on any restrictions at this time.

I got my results back from my blood work last week and everything looks pretty good. My AST/ALT levels were normal this time so that's good news. My only concern is that my eGFR levels are a little low. It said my eGFR is 59 according to reference interval and units and that would be bad because if it's lower than 60 that could mean I have kidney disease. I don't know if I'm reading it correctly because the column next to it says the current result is 110. The numbers don't match up but my doctor didn't call me to tell me that anything is abnormal so I will try not to worry about it.

I was very happy that I got to drive a little bit this morning after my appointment because I needed to go to the store. I thought I was going to get stuck on our street because there's still a lot of snow on it but I was ok. I have to leave in a little while to pick up my medicine so hopefully that goes well too. My car started shuddering again when I was on my way home and I'm still not sure why it's doing that. My dad drove it a couple weeks ago and of course it didn't act up while he was driving it. I know I need to get the exhaust replaced ASAP so I'm going to see if he will have time to do that sometime soon.

I am going to try not to be crazy now. I'm glad I didn't have to go to work today and I think that is helping. I am planning on eating more today because I didn't eat enough yesterday and it made me feel terrible this morning when I woke up. Sometimes when I get really upset, I can't even think about food and when I try to eat it hurts and makes me nauseated. I wish I knew how to fix that because it's really annoying. I think I was very hangry. I hope that the rest of the day is good and that I can find something to do to distract myself from everything going on.

I hope everyone else has an amazing day. Thank you for putting up with my tantrums. I will try to be better. I love you all. 💖💖💖

#personal

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docnomore · 2 years

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In Desert Storm, we were made to take a drug not manufactured in the US or approved by the FDA. In combat, we fought while wearing rubberized gear that was charcoal lined and gas masks. It was cumbersome and slowed down movement, so under small arms fire, running from fighting hole to fighting hole made me an easier target. We spent a day and a half inside a burning oil field that rendered our gas masks immediately inoperable. The filters clogged with oil mist and charred debris. We took off the masks trying to breathe. We wore bandanas but they too clogged quickly. The answer was to mouth breathe through gritted teeth, constantly spitting out the oil and garbage until we were ordered to move out. It took me a little over five years to quit coughing up black crap from my lungs.

I came back to the states, had to get a dental exam, got an ear full about not brushing my teeth for the better part of 8 months - I used my tooth brush to keep my weapon clean. And we discovered out of no where, I had high blood pressure. I lost 13 men in three nights of intense combat. At one point, our position got bombed to which our eardrums took a serious pounding. All, was documented including psych consults for PTSD. Upon retirement, transferring health care over to the VA proved as big a struggle as combat. I was “awarded” 10% disability for tinnitus. Repeatedly, they denied hearing loss, lung damage, PTSD, high blood pressure and stuck to the 10%. 20 years of fighting and finally was given hearing aids and again shoved out the door.

Three months ago, I did my annual physical with my civilian doctor. Blood work came back showing elevated hematocrit and hemoglobin counts. Asked what to do about it, I told him to wait three months and then revisit it. Last week, we revisited it and nothing has changed. He’s sending me to hematology. Honestly, if he knew 100% of my history, this would be a bad call. Instead of hematology, I should be going to Pulmonology. He doesn’t know, and so I’m going with the slight misstep. Be interesting to see what Hemo comes up with. Truth is, the elevated counts are more than likely precursors to COPD, directly related to combat in the oil fields the VA says rates nothing. Going to be a long, slow, miserable journey to the end. When you’re young, even with death hovering directly over you, it’s a fight you believe you can win. Comes a point when the truth is at last accepted. It’s a fight no one wins. My young detractors here, last week telling me to die, will be happy to know it is happening sooner than later. Still, not soon enough for those claiming empathy and inclusiveness. Their turn is coming.

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 24

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The boys have decided to grant you your space, but they can only wait so long.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of drug dealing, angry Jungkook curses (and calls someone a wh*re)

Jin walked around his casino, inspecting the area. Some players cast him glances, seeing the handsome suited male walked around with two guards and the casino manager in tow. Jin was extremely meticulous when it came to his places of business.

“Clear this row. The machines look horrible. Order new ones.” Jin ordered. The manager nodded, opening his file to take note.

“How’s the bar business?” Jin asked.

“It is going very well, sir. Along with the new menu for the restaurant that you put in. We have patrons ordering finger foods.” The manager reported. Jin nodded his head in approval.

“Sir, there have been some new business prepositions for you. From different suppliers.”

“Prepare them in my private booth at the restaurant. I’ll go through them as a eat. Ask the bar to fix my drink too.” Jin gave a backwards wave as he headed to his office first. He stopped the guards just before the first coded door. After he punched the code in, he pushed open the glass door and headed in. There was another coded door to get through before he opened the double doors that led to his office.

RINGGGGG

“Hmm?” He pressed the speaker button.

“Hyung! S-She... (y/n)... She...”

“Jungkook, calm down and tell me what’s going on. This is about (y/n)? What’s wrong? I thought Taehyung was visiting her today.” Jin frowned, wondering what the maknae was freaking out about.

“SHE’S GONE!”

“Gone? As in, kidnapped again?” Jin went closer to his phone.

“No. Taehyung hyung came back from the hospital, he was a mess. Then he said something about the room being empty, her leaving her bracelet behind. He checked with the nurses, who said she woke up this morning and checked out right away.”

“I see...” Jin didn’t really know what to say.

“She left us!”

“Jungkook, calm down. Get a grip. I’m coming home now.” Jin said and hung up, He sighed, gathering his things and heading out.

“I’m going home. Put a hold on everything first.” Jin told the manager, not explaining much as he called for his driver. The car pulled up and Jin got in. he texted the other older ones on the way home.

“Yoongi, Hoseok.” Jin exited his car just as the two came out. Yoongi chewed on his nail, he had been rather distressed since Hoseok dropped him off at his coastal hotel the other day. But he wouldn’t tell the others what had happened.

“Namjoon’s inside with the younger ones.” Hoseok informed. They entered the side wing this time. The other 4 members were seated there.

“Why did she leave...?” Jimin sighed.

“She won’t return to work so quickly, considering she just woke up from her coma. Plus, she still has things to collect here. She wouldn’t abandon Kookie too.” Namjoon said.

“Should we find her?” Taehyung jumped up.

“No. She obviously wants to be alone now. It’s traumatic, even for someone like her. What we are used to, not everyone is. Us going to her house now isn’t going to change anything. She needs space and we have to grant her that.” Yoongi spoke. Everyone knew what the older said was right. They knew where your apartment was, yet they knew they shouldn’t go.

“Then we just wait for her to come back and speak to us? What if she never wants to see us again?” Jungkook panicked.

“Even if she does, she still has a contract to honour with our family. She’ll have to come see Namjoon, at least, to nullify it. I know for a fact, that she’ll stick to that.” Jin said.

“I thought I could finally hold her.”

“That’s all we wanted as well. But sometimes, things just don’t go our way.” Namjoon tried his best to comfort the maknaes.

“I have some important business to attend to. I’ll be back tonight.” Hoseok said and left immediately. Yoongi stood up as well, heading to his office here, slamming the door shut. He needed to see you, there were so many things he needed to ask you.

“Please, take a seat.” Yoongi gulped as he closed the office doors behind him. The visitor nodded, taking a seat on one of the couches. Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms on the thighs before sitting opposite him.

“What can I do for you... hyung?” He asked.

“I know everything, Yoongi.”

“W-What do you mean?” Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Your friend, the lady doctor, she came to see me the other day. She offered to be my doctor and surgeon.” Geumjae explained. Yoongi was speechless, not really knowing how to react.

“Of course, I said no. And she respected that, surprisingly. Everyone else was pushing me to get the surgery since it gives me another ‘chance at life’ but I didn’t want to go through all of that. Then, she told me something.”

“What did she say...?” Yoongi asked cautiously.

“She told me just how much of our father’s burden you’re carrying, even after his death. How much you’re living with the guilt of everything that he caused and how you have taken all the blame on yourself. She made me realise how even though the past hurts, living my life, hating someone who’s not even at fault, isn’t worth it.” He sighed.

“Oh...” Was all Yoongi could say.

“Yoongi, as much as I hated our father, I knew it was wrong of me to blame you. You’re not him. I just... what he did to my mum, I needed someone to blame. Even after his death.” Geumjae sighed.

“It’s okay. I knew whatever dad did... I can never undo it.” Yoongi looked away.

“But that’s the thing, my omma and I shouldn’t have expected you to undo it. You never needed to and yet, we made you feel like it was your duty to.” Geumjae said.

“Before her death, she stopped blaming you and your mum, knowing that it was never any of your faults to begin with. There was no point blaming a child and mother who was kept in the dark just as much as we were.” He continued. Yoongi nodded his head.

“We were all just disposable in dad’s eyes. He never cared about us at all.” Yoongi spoke, it was the truth.

“You’re all I have left, Yoongi.” Geumjae looked at Yoongi.

“You too, hyung. All I ever wanted was just to have you as an older brother, I hated it when dad spoke about you like you were nothing, when he blamed you when he caught us playing together.” Yoongi’s voice grew soft.

“When I knew you were ill, I tried to get (y/n) to do the surgery. I didn’t care if you hated me. I just wanted you alive.” Yoongi revealed.

“Yoongi...”

“That’s why I went to see you. That’s why I told you, if you want me to never find you again, you have to go for the surgery. Because I knew that would be the only way to make you do it.” He wiped a tear.

“There’s a lot of missed time to make up for. I’ll do the surgery.” Geumjae reached over to hold Yoongi’s hand.

“Y-You will?” Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Only if Dr (y/n) does it.” Geumjae stated. Yoongi nodded his head. The two brothers stood up, hugging each other.

“Will you ever forgive me, Yoongi?” Geumjae asked.

“I have never once blamed you to begin with, hyung.” Yoongi replied, his words muffled by his brother’s shoulder slightly. That’s why Yoongi needed to find you first and didn’t even mention any of this to the other boys. He wanted you to be the first person to know how he made up with his brother and how it was all thanks to you.

Yoongi bit his thumbnail as he looked out the window. He swirled the ice cube around the whiskey glass before taking a sip. His shoulder ached, he knew he was over working it too quickly.

“Hyung?” He turned around to see Jimin there.

“Jin hyung said to give this to you.” He handed the older a small ziploc bag with some pills inside. It was probably painkillers for his shoulder. Even now, Jin was still the only one that had the key access to your medicine cabinet.

“Thanks.” He popped the pills into his mouth, gulping it down with his whiskey. If you were there, you would have scolded him.

“How’s Tae?” Yoongi asked after a short silence.

“He’s doing better. It was just the initial shock... You know like what happened with his noona. But he calmed down, Namjoon hyung took him to DNA to do some housekeeping.” Jimin informed. Yoongi nodded.

“Good.” The older sighed. Jimin left the office, going back to his dojo to train, just to get his own anxieties out of his system. Namjoon drove this time, casting glances to Taehyung every now and then. Taehyung just stared out the window, a distant look in his eyes.

“You know, the last time I bought flowers for someone... I found my dad beating my noona to death.” Taehyung suddenly spoke.

“Taehyung-”

“Today, I bought flowers for the girl I love, only to find that she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. Just took off and left.” Taehyung sighed. Namjoon didn’t reply, just letting Taehyung be.

“Are you sure you can work, Taehyung?” Namjoon asked.

“Of course. Sorry.” Taehyung cleared his throat. Namjoon didn’t mean that rudely, he just wanted to snap Taehyung out of it.

“We’re here.” Namjoon stopped the car and parked. The doors were opened for them by the guards of DNA. They bowed as the two entered. Namjoon and Taehyung went upstairs to where the 7′s shared office was. They sat inside, going through all the paperwork they have missed. With Taehyung around, Namjoon didn’t have to do it all alone.

“I thought we were housekeeping. I brought my favourite bat for nothing.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. Namjoon chuckled at the disappointment evident in the younger’s voice.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your action. Our men told me that there has been quite a drug problem here.” Namjoon informed.

“Not by our dealers?” Taehyung grew surprised. Unauthorised dealing of drugs in Bangtan territory wasn’t common since Bangtan has its own dealers. The boys were always controlling what drug gets dealt with and how much of it.

“Do they know the culprit?” Taehyung asked.

“We’ll catch him ourselves. Tonight.” Namjoon smirked. Taehyung grew excited, it had been a while since they’ve caught someone themselves.

When night fell, Namjoon and Taehyung left their office. Taehyung slung his bat over his shoulder, the splintered wood a contrast from his stark, dark green suit. The two stood on the VIP balcony, sipping their drinks quietly as they observed the club being filled.

“I think we’ve found our dealer.” Namjoon said, swirling his drink in his crystal glass. Taehyung followed his leader’s line of sight, a smile slowly growing on his face as they emptied their glasses and walked out of the booth.

Jungkook had left after the older ones spoke of the plan to not seek you out, he returned to his fighting ring since there was a high staked, big fight tonight.

“Mr Jeon.” The workers bowed. Jungkook ignored them, straightening his jacket.

“Get me a drink.” He said as he walked up to his regular, protected booth. Entering, he removed his jacket and sat on the plush couch. He leaned back comfortably, crossing his legs.

“Sir.” His attendant bowed deeply, placing Jungkook’s usual drink order over a napkin on his side table. Jungkook shooed him away and he scurried away.

“Hmm...” Jungkook looked at the iPad, scanning through the fighters that would be sparring today. He clicked on a specific fighter’s profile and immediately bet 10 million won. All he had to do now was sit back, relax and watch his pet win. Jungkook wasn’t an impulsive gambler but he was a confident one, ‘don’t put all your eggs into one basket’ didn’t apply to him.

“Jungkookie.” A female’s voice entered the VIP area where he was sitting. Jungkook ignored her, eyes trained on the people coming in and placing their bets for the fight.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” She had the audacity to sit down beside him. Jungkook took a sip of his drink.

“Who let you in?” He asked, not even looking at her.

“I told them I’m with you and they let me in.” She giggled. Wordlessly, Jungkook stood up and headed to the door. Grabbing the guard by the back of his collar, Jungkook dragged him in, throwing him to the ground.

“So you just let anyone in now?” Jungkook hovered over him.

“N-No, sir! I’m sorry! She told me she was with you and I know that a girl is usually with you-”

“Don’t you dare compare her to that wh*re over there.” Jungkook cut him off with a menacing hiss. The guard shut his mouth, pursing his lips.

“You’re fired. Get out of my sight and take the wh*re with you, since you like to listen to her so much.” Jungkook growled. His patience was already running thin from the events earlier today and he wasn’t about to let someone else test it again at his own place of business.

“Jungkook, don’t you think-” Jungkook, gaze still trained on the guard in front of him, took his gun out and pointed it at her. She screamed and ducked behind the couch.

“Get out!” Jungkook roared and the two ran out as quickly as they could.

“Unless you see a member of Bangtan, no one is to be let into MY booth. You understand me?!” Jungkook shouted at the other guard, who jumped in fear, saluting and nodding his head. Jungkook slammed the door.

“F*ckers trying to test me.” Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair and dropped back down onto the couch.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Jungkook looked through the glass to see his fighter standing there with his manager and the ringmaster. Giving a nod of approval, he waved for them to enter. The fighter and his manager walked behind the ringmaster. Seeing him bow to Jungkook, the two bowed respectfully. Jungkook stood up, going to the fighter. He scanned his figure.

“Mr Jeon.” The fighter bowed. Jungkook smiled.

“You have a lot of potential. I’ve got my money on you tonight.” Jungkook faked kindness. The manager’s eyes widened.

“Thank you so much for your kindness, Mr Jeon! We- I mean, he won’t let you down!” They bowed again. Jungkook hummed with a nod, patting the fighter’s shoulder encouragingly.

“That’s good to hear. I’ve seen you train so I know you won’t let me down.” Jungkook chuckled, sitting back down.

“Have a great fight. I’ll be watching.” Jungkook waved. The fighter looked out the viewing glass that faced the ring. He visibly gulped and nodded his head.

“Thank you again, Mr Jeon.” The manager bowed and guided his fighter out. The ringmaster stayed behind.

“After the fight, we’ll keep the kid. However, not a big fan of the manager...” Jungkook smirked. That’s all Jungkook needed to say for the ringmaster to understand what he meant. The ringmaster nodded and bowed deeply before exiting the room.

You sighed, stretching your fingers.

“Great work, everyone.” You nodded to everyone in the surgical suite. The nurses and other attending doctors bowed to you. You walked out the double doors, pulling your soiled scrubs off and tossing them into the bin.

“Good job. As always.” Your mother was there, waiting for you at the exit.

“Thanks.” You mumbled. You can only imagine how happy your mother was when you told her that you would be working here temporarily. There were some skills that you needed brushing up on and honestly, you wanted to avoid 7 people for a while.

“I’m gonna take a break.” You walked away from your mother, heading to the stairwell. You entered the rooftop of the hospital.

“You’re such a coward. You know that?” You shook your head at yourself. Sitting on the only bench there, you tucked your hands into the pocket of your coat.

A few days ago, you had sent a message to Namjoon, asking for time off and that you will contact him shortly regarding you contract with the family. You didn’t even wait for his reply before blocking him.

“You look like you need a hot chocolate.” A new voice appeared. You stiffened slightly, turning around.

“Found ya.” He smirked.

“I wasn’t exactly hiding. Besides, I knew one of you were bound to come and seek me out. Although, I can’t say I expected you to be the first one.” You chuckled. He held out a cup of hot chocolate and you received it. You opened the lid, watching the steam escape for a few seconds before taking a sip. The sweet beverage comforted you.

“You’ve cut your hair.” He pointed out. You nodded, reaching up to touch your now slightly short hair that ended just above your shoulders. You wanted a change and this was the best you could do.

“How are you doing?” He asked, sitting on the bench beside you.

“Surviving.” You shrugged.

“Really?” He wasn’t convinced by your vague answer.

“I shot someone, I killed him. I’ll forever live with the guilt of his blood on my hands but do I regret it? No. It needed to happen.” You sighed.

“We know there was a boy that helped you escape. We found his body in the room and gave him a burial, it’s only right.” He took a slip of paper out of his wallet, handing it to you.

“He’s there.” He informed. You looked at the address and number on the paper, nodding with a hum before putting it in your pocket.

“Are you done with work for the day?” He asked.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m leaving with you. I asked for an indefinite time of leave. That means I want to be away from all of you.” You snorted.

“We don’t have to leave. We can stay right here. But now that I think about it, I’m sure I’m the only one in the family that hasn’t told you how I joined Bangtan.” He looked at the city skyline before him, a small smile on his face. You blinked, turning your head to look at his side profile.

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Just One Kiss: Part 10

Part 10: Give Into Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Some panic, but nothing major. Not that I can come up with

Count: about 4600 words

Summary: You have been suspended from work and do not know what to do with yourself. Then in just a matter of hours, you find yourself on a plane to Montana to stay with people you have never met before. And as if that is not enough one of the men you are supposed to get to know is handsome enough to make your knees shake.

A/N: I do not know anything about the professions that are detailed in this story. I have googled most things I did not know and therefore there can be some inconsistency.

English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes.

And a big thank you to the amazing @dreamcatchernightsky not only for giving great support and helping me stay motivated but also for the amazing dividers for this story. You are the BEST!

I also want to give a big thanks to @banditthewriter and @kaunis-sielu and @maw000 for their support!

And lastly a big thank you to my incredible Cat for being my beta reader!

“They aren’t proud of you?” Steve wondered. “I don’t really know,” you answered. “But I doubt it.” “How can they not be proud?” Steve looked confused. “You help people every day. You are kind and generous. I mean you are even here helping strangers because your best friend asked you.” “They don’t know I am here,” you admitted. “They don’t? How come?” Steve leant forward a bit more. “They did not approve when I dropped out of med school,” you told him. “They cut me off and after that, we have not talked since. They are waiting for me to give in and go back to school and get a degree they can be proud off.” “But it's your life,” Steve tried to reason. “I know. But they don’t really see it like that. They always wanted me to be a doctor, a lawyer, or something like that.” You shrugged, even though it still hurt. “It's what they have been schooling me to do since I was little. The only thing I really did for myself was ride horses. I managed to persuade them that owning and managing my own horse would look good in college applications, and they made me compete. I did both jumping competitions as well as dressage. When I dropped out of med school they took away my horse, Teddy, and sold him. I did not own him, my father did.” “That is awful,” Steve mumbled. “It was the worst time in my life,” you admit. You could feel the tears building in your eyes. “It took me a while to find who it was that bought him, but when I did I got to see him a few times.” “Just a few times?” Steve wondered. “Yeah, it was a bit from where I lived and I did not have the money to go there,” you admitted, still feeling guilty about not seeing your beloved Teddy more than you did. “And then he was in an accident and broke two legs, so they had to put him down.” “Oh, sweetheart,” Steve walked around the table and sank down on his heels beside you, and dragged you into his arms. You had not noticed that you were crying. Hugging Steve tight felt safe and warm. Then you realized that you smelled and still had blood on your pants. “I am sorry,” you said and tried to back up. “I am gross.” “I promise you, you are not gross,” Steve leaned back a bit and used his thumb to caress away a tear that was running from your eye. Your eyes met and you were so close together. All you had to do was lean a bit forward and your lips would be on his. You wanted that so so much. But you still did not know what Steve thought about you. Steve stood up and filled your glass with water. It was silent and then you knew that you wanted to share more with Steve. “I actually considered being a vet for a while, but I did not have the money and it was so much more expensive than nursing school.” You admitted. Steve turned to you and handed you a filled glass of water. “You worked and put yourself through school alone?” “Yeah,” you nodded. “My father put a stop to me getting any funds at all. I had my savings account that they could not touch, but there was not that much in it. So I studied and worked two jobs for a while.” “That is amazing.” The look on Steve’s face made you blush. “I just did what I needed to do to get my degree,” you tried to shrug it off. You yawned and Steve stood back up and took away your plate. Somehow you had not noticed that you finished your meal. “Maybe you should go get some rest?” Steve suggested when he came back over to you. “I think I need a shower,” you countered. “And then maybe I can help Wanda with the horses.” “How about you take a shower and then take the day to rest,” Steve smiled but crossed his arms. He looked stern, even with that smile on his face. You stood up and felt how heavy your body was. Maybe it was not a good idea to argue with him. “A shower sounds nice,” you agreed. Before you could leave, Steve pulled you into a hug. It was not expected, but nice. He held on a bit longer than you were used to, but you did not mind at all. Being close to Steve always relaxed you and made you feel safe. You had no idea why, but you loved it.

Maybe you even loved him? Wait, no. You were tired. This was not true. Steve was a great man, but not… no. Not love. It couldn’t be. You argued with yourself and decided that it was not love. Just a tired head and the fact that you did not meet amazing men that often. Men like Steve. When the hug ended you quickly said goodbye and walked up to your room. Pulling off the jeans was kind of a struggle since the coagulated blood on them had kind of stuck to your legs. You looked at your jeans and wondered if you would have to toss them as well, but decided to wash them first before deciding.

In the shower you almost cried out when the hot water hit the sore muscles in your back. When you were supporting Billy in the backseat of the truck you had not had the best position and it had started to hurt in your back. But you had sucked it up to make sure that Billy was in the best position. Now you paid for that. Reflecting back you also knew that you had used other muscles the last couple of days riding the horses and helping out. Being a nurse was heavy work, but apparently, you used different muscles. The shower helped you relax, but also made you more tired. You had thought about getting dressed and going out to help Wanda in the stable, but looking out and seeing that it was raining made you decide that it was better to stay inside. And wasn't that what Steve had told you to do? You took your dirty jeans with you downstairs to go to the mudroom and get a washing machine on, but when you walked in the washing machine was already going. You left the jeans on the floor, not something you normally did, but you didn't know where else to put them. Noting the time left on the washing machine you walked to the kitchen thinking there would be dishes to be done, but found that Steve had left the kitchen spotless. Not really knowing what to do, you decided to spoil yourself and read a book in the library. After browsing for a while you found a copy of The Princess Bride. It was a book you loved as a child and thought that it would be relaxing to read that again, while it rained outside. You walked over to the armchair closest to the big window and crawled up in it with your feet under you and started to read. The soft drumming of the rain on the window and the familiar words you were reading made you so relaxed that you fell asleep.

The conversation he had with Y/N in the kitchen hours before still played in Steve’s head. She was more extraordinary than he had thought. All she had been through and she still was as amazing and compassionate. Maybe that should not have surprised him, seeing as she was Nat’s best friend, who had zero tolerance for fake people. He had been jealous before when he saw Frank and Y/N hugging. It was no use in trying to deny it anymore. And seeing her in Sam’s t-shirt had not helped either, but he knew that his friend had just made sure that she was covered and not having to go back to the ranch in dirty, bloody clothes. Steve had seen the blood on the floor in the barn and could only imagine how much must have gotten on Y/N’s clothes. Her new clothes. Steve swore under his breath. How had he forgotten that Peter told him that Y/N had bought some flannels, t-shirts, tops, and jeans so she had something durable for her time on the ranch. Just thinking about it made him remember her hot pink lacy panties that he seen when her jeans had split the other day. If he offered to buy her new clothes would she get offended? Steve was not sure. Maybe he should ask Nat? But asking Nat would mean that Steve would have to talk about Y/N with her and doing that might mean that Nat read more into it than there was. Right? Steve shook his head and decided to not think about it at the moment. He had a lot of paperwork to be done and seeing as Billy would not be working for at least a week, Steve needed to change the schedule as well. Added that they were going away on the cattle drive as well, he would have to see if some of his workers could consider working some extra hours to make sure that he always had workers at hand. It also meant that Steve would have to leave Scott at the ranch to help Pietro, Jessica and Luke, and that it would only be Peter, Nat and himself that handled all the people that came for the cattle drive. It would be rough, but manageable. Frank would still fix the food as decided, but he would have to make sure that Frank had a satellite phone so he could keep in touch with Billy. Steve knew that Billy and Frank were not only best friends, they were like brothers. Frank had tried to conceal it, but he was worried about Billy. Maybe he should just cancel the cattle drive? But that would mean that Peter would not learn his lesson. Steve stood up and started to pace in his office. Times like this he wished he could call his father or mother for advice, or his step-mother. But since they were all gone, he was alone to make the decisions. If people only knew how much he thought things through while making big decisions like this. If people knew how many nights he spent not sleeping, but wondering if he was making the best decisions for Peter and the ranch. Steve just wanted to make his father, mother, and step-mother proud and take care of the ones he loved. Steve ran a hand through his hair and sat down behind his desk instead and started with the schedules.

A couple of hours later Steve went looking for Y/N in the house and found her in the library sleeping in his armchair. He looked at her and even though he wanted her to sleep, her position in the chair was not good for her back and neck. Her head was half leaning forward and she was kind of leaning against one of the sides of the chair. Steve walked over to her carefully and took the book from her hands. A look at the title made him smile. The Princess Bride. It had been one of his mother's favorite stories. He placed the book on the side table with a bookmark in case Y/N wanted to continue reading it later. Then he carefully lifted her out of the chair. She stirred some and turned her head into his flannel and sighed. It made Steve stop in the middle of a step and he looked down at her. Having her this close both felt so right and so wrong. The wrong part was that she was asleep and he did not actually have the permission to do this. He tried to tell himself that he was doing it for her own good and that he was not a creep. But standing and looking at her in his arms like this kind of made him into a creep. So he slowly started to make his way to the couch. When there he carefully placed her down. She stirred some again when he removed his hands, but she soon settled. He picked up a blanket from the other armchair and laid it down over her. It would have been so easy just to stay there looking at her, but that would really be creepy and he did not want to be that kind of man. Steve wanted to press a kiss against her forehead but decided that that might also be considered creepy. Instead, he took one more look at her, before he left the room.

What Steve missed was the fact that until the moment Steve left the couch, Peter had been standing in the doorway, seeing it all. That means that Peter had seen how Steve’s gaze had softened when he saw Y/N sleeping in the armchair as well as how careful and loving Steve had been when lifting Y/N and later placing her on the couch. Peter had also seen the longing look in his brother's eyes, and determined that something was going on between Steve and Y/N. And if he was going to guess, they were on their way to falling in love with each other. Peter really hoped so. Y/N was amazing and Steve deserved to be happy. To find someone to spend his life with. Peter knew it had not been easy for Steve and he basically dropped everything in his life to keep the ranch going as well as raise him. Peter just wanted his big brother to be happy and Y/N seemed to make Steve happy. Steve was smiling more and engaging more. Peter wanted that for his brother. It also would feel better knowing that Steve would not be alone when it was time for him to go of to university. Y/N had shown herself to be a caring women, but she was also though and could handel herself. Peter was pretty sure she was perfect for Steve, now he just needed to come up with a way to get them together. Maybe Nat could help when she came? With that Peter hurried away as quietly as he could, before Steve saw him lurking and watching.

You woke up to the smell of food and your stomach growled. It took a few seconds for you to realise that you were not sitting in the big armchair anymore, but that you laid on the sofa in the library instead. Someone must have moved you here when you fell asleep. You sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes and trying to orient yourself. What time was it? After finding your phone on the sofa table you saw that it was in the evening and that you had slept for a few hours. The smell of food and the hope of getting something in your stomach made you stand up and leave the library. When you came to the kitchen you stopped in the doorway. You thought it would be Peter cooking, but it was Steve. Seeing him in front of the stove made you feel something that you could not explain. But if you tried you wanted to be near him. You wanted to see him smile. Be the reason he smiled. Be healed in his arms. And so so much more. But if you were honest. Steve always did something to you. Steve must have sensed your presence because he turned around from the stove and saw you. “Hey,” he greeted you and smiled. “Hi,” you said back and walked into the kitchen. “Hi,” Peter said from the table. He had a big smirk on his lips. You had not noticed him at first. “Did you sleep well?” he wondered and you nodded. “Yes, but I am pretty sure I fell asleep in the armchair,” you looked at Steve. “Well, it did not look comfortable,” Steve tried to shrug it off, but you could swear his face became a bit red. “I just figured it would be better to sleep on the sofa.” Peter looked between the two of you still with that smirk on his face. You wondered why, but decided to drop it. “Thank you,” you said and walked closer to the stove. “What are you making?” “Steaks, roast potatoes, and turnips,” Steve answered. “It smells amazing,” you sighed. “It’s ready in about five minutes,” Steve said. “Great,” you said. “I will just go and freshen up.” Both Steve and Peter nodded and you left the kitchen. You had gotten a tingly feeling in your stomach when Steve admitted to carrying you from the armchair to the sofa. It almost made you wish that you had woken up, to know how it felt like to be carried like that. Or like you imagine that he would have carried you. You sighed and walked into the bathroom and washed your face with cold water, trying to make yourself a bit more awake. After giving it a few minutes you walked back to the kitchen just as Steve was pulling the food out from the oven.

About two hours later you were once again standing on the porch looking out in the night. Since you already slept a few hours in the afternoon you had made yourself some tea to try and get tired. Peter had held most of the conversation during the dinner, asking you questions about being a nurse and how you knew how to handle Billy’s injuries. He had also asked Steve a lot of questions regarding the mares that were expecting and when Steve thought they would be born. Steve and you both answered the questions Peter had, but there were some strange vibes in the air. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you could swear that during dinner Steve would look at you and the moment you looked at him, he would look away. Had you done something embarrassing when you were sleeping? Like drool or moan his name? You tried to let those thoughts go, but they kept on coming back. The last thing you wanted was to do more embarrassing things in front of Steve. You felt there was a small tremble in your hands so you placed your cup of tea on the railing trying to get your mind to drop the subject of Steve. While lost in your own thoughts you did not hear the man in your mind walk out on the porch with a beer in his hand. It was not until he stood beside you that you noticed him. It made you jump high and you almost stumbled back. Steve took a hold of your arm. “I am sorry for scaring you,” he said and gave you a small smile. “It’s okay,” you said quickly before looking down at the floor. “I was lost in my own thoughts.” Steve put his beer on the railing and took a step closer. He lifted your head so that your gaze met his. The look in his eyes made you want to take a step back, but you did not. “How are you doing?” Steve wondered. “I am good,” you answered, but Steve shook his head. “You have been through a lot today,” Steve commented and you nodded. “But I am used to things like this,” you tried to reason. “I am an ER nurse.” “I know, you told Peter that at dinner,” Steve leaned his hip against the railing, so you matched his pose and did the same. You took hold of your cup of tea again. “I really thought I had said that before,” you admitted. “It’s not something I keep as a secret.” “But you do keep things secret,” Steve commented. “What do you mean?” you tilted your head. What had you kept secret? “You still have not told me how you can be here, away from your work this long,” Steve took a sip from his beer and you swallowed air. “All you said was that you needed to get away.” You nodded trying to find your words. “Is someone hurting you? Or have you just gotten out of a bad relationship? You can trust me.” At that moment you knew that you needed to tell Steve as much as you could. “I do trust you, Steve,” you said, placing your tea on the railing again. You placed a hand on Steve's arm. Then you took a deep breath and looked up into Steve’s eye. “To answer your questions. I got out of a bad relationship a bit over a year ago, but that has nothing to do with why I am here. Someone is not hurting me, but someone was hurting someone else. I can’t go into too much detail, but I can tell you I got suspended from work since I did not follow the hospital’s rules.” You took another deep breath and Steve moved closer to you, after placing his beer on the railing as well. “Nat wanted me to get away from New York to figure out my next step. In fact, you called her when I was sitting in her office trying to come up with what my next move should be.” Steve nodded and you wanted a hug desperately.

“I am sorry for pressuring you to tell me,” Steve said and tried taking a step back. You tightened your hold on him and pulled him towards you. He came willingly and soon you were in his embrace.

“You did not pressure me,” you mumbled against his shoulder. “I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but I've been trying to come up with how to deal with it all.” You took a step back, out of the embrace and immediately missed the warmth from his body. Once again you stood close together and this felt different then the hug before. A lot more different. You did not know what just happened, but Steve’s eyes trailed down to your lips and you licked them. Somehow Steve came closer again and you had no real idea what was happening between you. It was as you were drawn toward Steve. His eyes were yet again darkening but there was also some kind of softening in his face. Your thighs felt hot and it felt like you were shaking. This had never happened with a man before. At least not when you were not even touching. You took a deep breath and then his lips were on yours. There had been no warning, just Steve bending his head down and kissing you. It was not a perfect first kiss, your noses bumped, but Steve angled his head and then he pressed you back against the pole on the porch and kissed you. It was intense and heat generated from your lips throughout your whole body. The kiss was not too hard or too soft, it was just right. His body pressed against yours hard and you wanted to whimper at the heat coming from it. You hoped that he would not stop. But thankfully it seemed as if he would not. Somehow one of his hands had found its way to your hair and he pressed himself closer to you and by doing so you moved closer to the post. You wanted to come even closer if that was possible. You wanted to take off his clothes and run your hands and tongue all over his hard body. You wanted to feel his naked skin against yours. Steve demanded more access to your mouth by licking your upper lip. You parted your lips on instinct and his tongue met yours. Then it was all instinct, which was good since Steve blew your mind. He tasted like coffee and something more that you could not place. But it was sweet and sensual. And if he continued kissing you like this you would happily be naked there. Somehow he made you feel both weak and strong at the same time. You felt yourself tremble and heard a moan. Who the moan had come for you could not tell, but it was sexy as hell. Maybe Steve did not use his mouth a lot for talking, but he really could kiss with it. Maybe that was why he was such a good kisser? The more one talked the worse one kissed? That thought was driven away with the feel of Steves’s hand trailing up and down your side. You took one hand and caressed up Steve's spine to his hair. That felt like silk. You wanted to run both your hands in it, but then somewhere in the distance, you heard a horse neigh. It pulled you back to the present and seemed to do the same with Steve. He stepped back at the same second that you gripped the post behind you. You both were breathing hard, and it was nice to know that you were not the only one affected by that kiss. But you still could breathe. You stood there staring at each other not saying a word. Feeling as you needed to break the silence you said the first thing that came to mind. Steve’s hair was out of place since you had your hands in it. His lips looked a bit swollen and you figured yours looked the same.

"Well, okay," you wanted to hit yourself or bang your head against the post. Why did you say that? Steve just continued to look at you. You swallowed. "Anything you want to say?" Any reaction would be fine right about now, but Steve just continued to stare at you. It made you feel annoyed. Did he do this a lot? Kissing women on his porch. Were you making a big deal out of nothing? Finally, Steve opened his mouth. "I need to check something in the barn," Steve said. "Maybe it's best that you go to bed. You have had a long day and it's late." You blinked up at him. Was that all he was going to say? Fine then, if he was going to pretend nothing had happened, you could do the same. You only hoped that your trembling legs could make it inside the house. "Yeah, goodnight," you said as Steve nodded. He then bent down and picked up his hat. When had it fallen off? He stood up straight and put it on his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it and left without another word. It was typical Steve, or at least you thought so. You took a couple of deep breaths before you turned around and went into the house. You did not close the door hard, Peter was in bed and you did not want to wake him up. As you walked up the stairs you tried to work up a case of righteous indignation, but it did not work. Instead, you thought about Nat's comment about Steve being a distraction and you had to admit that he was. More than you thought. He stirred something in you that had never been stirred before and that kind of irked you.

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cherryyharryy · 3 years

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please write something about Harry overhearing the reader’s friend tell her that Harry doesn’t spend time with her that she deserves someone better they hang up b4 the reader can say anything like angst to fluff

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Harry pauses the music on his Walkman, slipping the headphones off his ears to rest around his neck while he fiddles with the key to his apartment.

She had spent the night—his angel. It had been quite the set up, since she still lives at home with her parents while finishing college, a little white lie was passed around to cover her absence. Harry wasn’t a secret by any means, but her parents weren’t the most open minded, and a small fib was easier to handle than trying to rehash the same discussion of y/n being a grown woman. It was hard enough for her to get their approval for college...one mountain at a time.

Harry’s ears burn as he sets the groceries down in the kitchen, the thought of her still tangled up in his sheets beckoning him back to his room, is enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t catch himself zoning out until the phone rings. He untangles his music off his shoulders and yanks the phone off the wall, but y/n has beat him to it, her soft morning voice greeting Caroline before Harry can utter a word.

His brain is too slow in making the connection that he should hang up. That he shouldn’t eavesdrop on his girlfriend’s private conversation. That he owes her the respect that her parents never give her. But he hears his name, specifically, he hears Caroline ask y/n how last night was, so the phone stays glued to his ear.

“Amazing,” she purrs, and Harry’s stomach flips. “We did it like, three times.”

The girls giggle, and Harry shuffles on his feet with a veiny blush spreading all over his body. He can imagine y/n draped in his sheets, phone cord wrapped around her fingers, just a few steps away from him

“Better be nothing short of amazing,” Caroline says, “with what little time he gives you anyway. Ugh, if Tony ever left me hanging as often as Harry, I’d dump him so fast.” She smacks her gum into the phone and Harry flinches. “He tried to ditch me one time to go see Scarface with Rob, and I was like, hell no, you’re taking me skating like you promised. Honestly y/n, you can do better. You’re surrounded by college boys, go find a future doctor.”

The phone almost slips from Harry’s hand, but he catches it and hangs it back on the wall, just in time for his entire world to start crumbling to his feet.

Did he really not spend enough time with y/n?

How long has this been a topic shared between them?

And why hasn’t she said anything before?

Harry stands in the middle of his kitchen, immobilized. He can’t lose her, especially not to something he can fix. She’s been his girl since they were sixteen, there’s too much history between them, or so he thought.

He files through the memories he has of them together, trying to quantify them, trying to see where he started slipping.

Maybe it’s when he took over his dad’s business? But she knew how demanding it would be, and always supported him. Or maybe it’s because they don’t go out as much? Between him managing an appliance store, and her working towards a bachelors, they often opt for nights on the couch watching SNL reruns.

His mind is foggy, and he doesn’t catch his bedroom door creaking open.

“H?”

Harry startles back to present, gripping the counter as y/n emerges from his room wearing nothing but his t-shirt.

“You okay? Look like a deer caught in headlights.”

“Mm, no, fine.”

“I heard you come in a bit ago.” She flicks her eyes over his kitchen, looking for the breakfast he had promised to make almost an hour ago.

“Didn’t want to be too loud.”

“Oh, alright.” She smiles, attempting to diffuse whatever awkward tension has settled in his home. “Well, cook away! I can help too.”

He grabs her wrist before she reaches the fridge. “No, I’ll make it for you. Go back to bed.”

“You sure?”

He nods, forcing a smile.

She peers back over her shoulder twice on her walk back to his room, hoping to figure out what’s going on, but learns nothing.

As soon as his door shuts, Harry flies around his kitchen, grabbing what he needs to make the fastest breakfast in the world.

He’s going to spend every free second he has with her, and doesn’t want to waste any if he doesn’t have to.

***

Harry knows he’s borderline annoying. And he knows his actions are beginning to appear creepy, if not bizarre. He tags along with y/n everywhere she goes now, even at the doctor where he almost followed her back to her exam. She gently placed her hands on his chest and told him that she would rather the doctor do the job, promising she’d be out in no time.

She’s been tiptoeing around him too, not sure what to make of his new routine of gluing himself to her side, hoping it will wear off and things will go back to normal.

But she waits and she waits, and normal never resurfaces.

“H, baby, I can’t concentrate with you so close to me.”

Harry looks offended, slipping his reading glasses off his nose and closing the book he was halfway through, giving her his full attention when he asks what she means.

Y/n peers around the library, not wanting to have this discussion so publicly, but too keyed up to wait any longer. “I’ve just noticed that you’ve...been a little clingy lately? More like a lot.”

“I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

“You’re picking me up, and walking me to my classes—”

“Thought that was nice?”

“You don’t even go to this school. Listen, the sentiment is nice, but I’m starting to feel a little suffocated.”

Harry bites his cheek so hard he draws blood. “And what did Caroline have to say about that?”

“What?”

“I’m sure that nosy friend of yours had a lot to say about me when you brought this up.”

“Excuse me!”

“Quiet, please,” one of the staff members shushes y/n, “Or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Y/n ignores the snickers from a table of girls nearby, recoiling her embarrassment and turning it to anger. Her voice, although lowered, now drags out of her mouth in sharp tones. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I heard everything, that morning Caroline called my phone to talk to you about how crummy of a boyfriend I am.”

That morning, now a month ago, is hardly a memory in y/n’s head. She fights around for details of the conversation, but comes up empty handed. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about, and frankly, I don’t care.” She starts closing all her books and gathering her school work to shove into her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

Harry blinks, fumbling for his next question as y/n hurries across the library. He’s quick to catch up with her, waiting until they’re outside where they don’t have to whisper. “Don’t walk, I have my car.”

He reaches for her shoulder but she shrugs it off. “I’m going home. My home, not yours.”

Harry freezes on the sidewalk. She continues on her way until she disappears around the building. A few students yell out at Harry, making fun of the guy who, from a distance, just got rejected. He flips them off and heads to his car, beating the steering wheel all the way back to his apartment.

***

“You’ve been studying an awful lot lately,” y/n’s dad comments from across the dinner table. “Do you have a big test coming up?”

“Hm?”

“You spend the night with Rayna almost every weekend.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. We have a lot of tests.” Y/n spoons a bite of mashed potatoes into her mouth, thankful neither of her parents went to college. It’s allowed for more stretched lies when she sleeps over at Harry’s. “Like a lot. Every week.”

Her mother hums from her seat, nodding to save her spot in the conversation while she finishes chewing. “We told you how hard it would be. But you wouldn’t listen.”

“That’s not—” “Shelly’s daughter just got a job as a receptionist, over at that dental office by the mattress store.” Her dad points at y/n with his fork. “You could ask her if she knows of any other places looking for a girl.”

“I’m not going to have a job where the requirement is girl.”

“You’re taking this too liberally, dear. Oh Lord, John, that school did just what you said.”

“No—”

“That’s what happens, girls go off to try and get a degree...and what for? What are you going to do when you get married and have kids?”

“Kids!?”

Her mom scoffs. “Well you’re not going to be able to raise children and work.”

“Are you two serious right now? It’s 1985, not fifty-five! Women go to college, they work, some of them don’t even get married! Or have kids!”

“When you were little you couldn’t wait to be a mom. Now all of a sudden you’ve changed your mind. That never would have happened if we hadn’t let you go off to that damn school.”

“Yes I’ve changed my mind! If it hadn’t been for that school, I never would have realized that it’s my own mind to change. It’s my own life to do whatever I want with, not yours.”

“Well I am—” Her dad is interrupted by the door bell echoing outside the kitchen. “One minute. We’re not done with this yet.”

Muffled voices stagger from the front door while y/n pushes the food around her plate. She hopes that whoever is at the door keeps her dad busy for a while. She knows her mom won’t have these types of conversations without him, which just showcases the lifestyle she is adamantly trying to avoid. One that was passed down to her parents, but y/n is determined to squeeze herself out of that narrative no matter what.

“Y/n!” her dad calls, “you have a visitor.”

Y/n peers up at her mom, both women exchanging confused glances before they go see who had arrived.

“Oh,” y/n says dully, “It’s you.”

Harry stands with his hands shoved into jacket pockets, peering at each family member before speaking. “Hey, uh, I was hoping we could talk. Privately.”

Y/n nods, and leads the way back through the kitchen to the back porch. She’s not really in the mood to be talking to him, or having this conversation, but right now he’s a free ticket away from her parents, so she accepts.

They sit halfway down the steps, just like they’ve done a thousand times before. Her on the right, him on the left. Usually his arm is thrown over her shoulder, and their knees bump together until Harry pulls her in so close that not even a breeze could fit between them, but now they’re both collected on their respective sides of the wooden step.

“Heard the new Prince song?”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “It’s been a week.”

“Exactly, a lot’s happened in a week. Prince came out with a new song, Michael Jordan’s rookie of the year, and there’s gonna be a Rocky four.”

“Did you come over to talk about everyone else’s good news?”

Harry sighs. “We’ve never gone a week without talking. Ever.”

“Well you really hurt my feelings.” She turns to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. “I mean, you don’t even trust me, so you listen in on my phone calls—”

“That’s not—no. I picked up when you did.”

“But you still listened.”

“Okay yeah, but only because I heard my name.” He shrugs, a timid smile playing on his lips. “Wanted to hear what you thought about me.”

“I tell you what I think all the time. I’ve never kept my feelings secret from you.”

“It’s different.” He pulls his hands from his pockets and runs them through his hair, tugging on fistfuls of curls out of frustration. “But then when Caroline said all that, ‘bout me not spending enough time with you, it killed me.”

“That’s what this is about,” she sighs, more to herself than to Harry as the memory of that morning resurfaces in her mind. “You dork, what about what I said back?”

“I hung up. Didn’t wanna hear anything else after that.”

“I told her how wrong she was. How we spend lots of time together.”

“You did?”

“Mhm. She’s always bragging about her and Tony, like they’re the first two people to date ever. I totally rubbed our relationship in her face.”

Harry’s surprised by the gleam on his girlfriend’s face, and tries not to laugh. “What else did you tell her?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs, suddenly shy. “Can’t remember.”

“How convenient.” He nudges her knee with his, and she bumps him back.

Y/n exhales, dipping her head back to squint at the stars peeking out from a cloudy night. “My parents are driving me crazy.”

“They always drive you crazy.”

“Yeah but, more than usual. I got spoiled staying with you on the weekends.”

Harry hums, reaching his arm over to pull her into his side. “Maybe it shouldn’t just be weekends…”

“They would know something’s up if I stayed over on weeknights.”

“No, baby, I mean permanently.”

“Like moving in together?”

“Why not?”

She chews on her lip, trying to keep her smile hidden. “I don’t know...that’s a big deal. It’s a big step.”

“We can think about it. No rush.”

“It would be nice. To see each other whenever we wanted.”

Harry tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Wouldn’t have to ask your parents permission for anything.”

“Yeah…”

“Just me.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, angel.” He kisses her forehead and takes her hand, helping her up.

Y/n’s parents are in the living room when the two are back in the house, and just the thought of continuing her evening here lights a fire under y/n.

“I’m going over to Harry’s,” she announces.

Harry drops her hand, just as surprised as her parents.

“Excuse me?” Her father turns the t.v. off and straightens in his chair. “I don’t think so.”

“Well I think so,” y/n defends. “Come on, Harry.” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door.

“Harry!” Her mother protests.

He looks over his shoulder just as he’s being led out the door. “Oh, you can call me Rayna.”

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nev3rfound · 3 years

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the other widow : b.b

natasha may have left what she once knew behind when she became an avenger, but there is still so much more to learn about her sister who escaped the red room with the help of a certain metal armed soldier. (3k)

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requested: yes! this has been a long awaited idea from @ateliefloresdaprimavera i hope you like it love :) warnings: mentions of violence, blood, nightmares. obviously, I haven't seen the black widow movie so this is just my interpretation!

In another life, things might've been different for you. Perhaps, you could have left your home country and followed many your age in their quest to find a better life in America or Europe. You might have met someone, a kind man who took care of you, who loved you deeply.

That would have been nice, in another lifetime. But it wasn't reality, at least, not yours.

Your reality was living in a world plagued by nightmares, of what was done to you for many years. It hurt to blink as you saw yourself, lying back on that table as Doctors crowded around you, muttering about the success of their work.

"No, she's still out there," Your ears perk up at the conversation behind you. The kitchen window remains open whilst you sit outside, tugging at the rose petals from the rose bush. It always was too pretty. Pretty things aren't designed to last for long.

Melina sighs heavily into her phone, glancing away from the window. "What do you expect me to do? She doesn't go anywhere." Disappointment laces her tone combined with the tiredness of her mind. She's been trying for months to encourage you to go out, further than the land you live on.

Faintly you can hear the other end of the conversation, Melina always had a habit of keeping her phone on speaker. "I might visit soon." That is all you managed to hear, but it was enough for you to drop the remainder of the rose and crush the petals beneath your feet.

"Oh good, you're awake." A pair of gloves snap against his wrists, causing you to flinch in your seat. "Now, Y/n, there's no point trying to struggle, you know what happened last time." Doctor Yeznik reminds you with a twisted smile, waiting for you to nod.

"They deserved it." You dare to mutter, only to hear Yeznik chuckle before he turns back to face you, gripping your face in his hand.

"And you deserve this." He seethes, stabbing a needle into your arm before you can fight back. "No one is coming to save you, Y/n, never forget that." Yeznik whispers, watching as your eyes begin to droop until you're unable to fight the urge to sleep.

Rising to your feet, you can feel a smile ghost your lips at the sight of a Blue Tit perching on the edge of the birdbath. One of his wings isn't quite right, and as you approach it, it remains perfectly still.

Holding your hands out, you ignore the scars from the restraints still marking your wrists and forearms. "I won't hurt you," You tell the bird as it dips its head into the water, shaking the excess off. "I can help you, little one." You add quietly, only to watch the bird retreat and fly away uneasily.

"There's always next time." Melina calls out from the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yeah," You nod, lowering your arms and bury your hands into your pockets. "if it makes it through the night without being able to fly far."

Entering the kitchen, you pass Alexei in silence, despite him turning his head to speak up.

Once out of sight, Alexei averts his attention to Melina who simply shakes her head. "She's still working on recovering." Melina sighs, taking a seat opposite the broad man. "The, the red room got worse after Natasha escaped."

"You don't have to explain," Alexei waves her off, aware of you standing at the top of the stairs, listening in due to the creak of the floorboards. "it'll take time."

"I just don't know if that's something we have." Melina comments, passing a burner phone to Alexei with a text message on display.

Shifting in his seat, Alexei looks back at Melina before crushing the phone in his grasp. "We'll do what we can." He mutters before silence ensues and the pressure from the floorboard beneath your feet eases as you return to your needed solitude.

Opening your eyes, you knew something was off, something was different within the house.

Underneath your pillow, you grab ahold of your gun before traipsing out from your room which remains in permanent darkness.

As you exit your bedroom, light tries to seep through the gap in the door but you quietly close it, keeping the darkness concealed from the light.

Avoiding any creaking floorboards, you keep your gun aimed at all times before the faint sound of laughter catches your attention from downstairs. It was a rarity to hear anything joyous in the household, mostly arguments occurred or stories of fights Alexei shares that you can recite from memory if you were ever asked.

But this was different, something lighthearted shared for a brief moment before you turn the corner and hover by the kitchen doorway seeing all the seats taken at the table, Melina's now taken by a redhead.

"This is a surprise." You speak up, placing your gun on the counter, now catching everyone's attention.

Smiling to Yelena, Natasha quickly turns around in her chair, leaning her arm over the back. "Hey sis," She greets you, her accent replaced by an American version. "long time no see, huh?"

Everyone in the room remains still, waiting for you to make the first move like a scared animal. You'll either scarper or approach with caution, and even at that moment, you're unsure which route you'll take.

"What brings you back here?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you remain standing, despite Alexei rising to his feet and offering you his chair.

"There's some unfinished business I have to deal with." Natasha states, and Yelena motions for you to come closer whilst Natasha has her back turned.

"And we're being dragged into it somehow?" You're quick to comment, remembering the last time it happened which resulted in your previous home being burnt to the ground and Natasha vanishing into thin air once more.

Rising to her feet, Natasha walks over to the doorway leading into the garden. She doesn't wait for you to follow, but she knows eventually you will.

"She means well, Y/n." Yelena tells you whilst playing with a knife, jabbing it against the table despite Melina swatting it away.

Humming to yourself, you force your feet forward until you're outside, listening to the peaceful presence of nature.

Whilst you're in your own world temporarily, Natasha can't help but take the opportunity to observe you, notice the changes since she last saw you. Melina explained the nightmares you've been having of late, how you wake up clawing at your own skin until it bleeds and you clutching onto a pillow, tearing into the cotton with ease as you sob.

You look visibly drained, that much Natasha can tell. She knew she should've brought you with her, away to America the last time she was here, but there wasn't enough time. She watched you from afar as the building fell into itself, devoured by the flames and you looking around for your sister, nowhere to be seen.

"There's a little blue tit who visits daily now," You begin to explain, opening your eyes as they remain trained on the empty birdbath. "he's got a damaged wing, can't fly very far but he always visits." Moving closer to the bath, you can see the reflection of other birds flying above in groups. One or two flies further back from the others, flapping their wings in desperation to not be left behind; something you know all too well.

As your hands rest on the birdbath, Natasha can see the scars across your skin clearly.

"Y/n, I never got a chance to apologise last time I was here," Natasha begins, stepping closer toward you, yet you seem oblivious to her words.

"And I hope at some point he'll let me help him, mend him back to his best so he can fly away." Your lips rise for a second at the thought before returning to a straight line, now allowing yourself to process Natasha's statement. "You don't need to apologise, Nat."

"But I do, Y/n." Natasha urges as she resists reaching out for your hand, knowing no one touches you anymore unless they dare risk a broken bone or two. "I should've found you in there and taken you with me. You were still a child, I,"

"I don't blame you, sister." Turning to face her, you force yourself to smile, an attempt to reassure her as she frowns deeply. "The only person I blame for everything is Yeznik." You can't help but shudder, hearing his voice in the back of your mind, one of the many who taunts you in your sleep.

"That's why I'm here." Natasha states.

You can't stop the scoff from leaving your lips. "You can't be serious, Natasha." Yet, you watch your sister nod immediately. "Do you want to get yourself killed?"

"I could ask you the same thing." She retorts, catching you off guard. "Don't think I don't know about the truth behind your escape, Y/n."

"What are you talking about?" You question, knowing better than to confess to your sister of all people. "I escaped that hell hole on my own. Killed several guards in the process and escaped with nine bullet wounds." You remind her, lifting your shirt to show the bullet wound scars that never properly healed.

"But you didn't escape from the Red Room. You escaped during a mission." She explains, watching your expression falter for half a second, but it was enough for her to know you're lying.

Shaking your head, you back away toward the small hutch hidden beneath an oak tree that currently houses three rabbits.

"That is preposterous, even for me, Natasha." You chuckle, opening the hutch and reach for the number one who happily hops out and stands beside you.

Looking away from you, Natasha can see the three others watching closely from the kitchen window. She can see Yelena mouthing something, but rolls her eyes when Natasha shakes her head.

"The Winter Soldier." Yelena marches over, causing you to tense up and the rabbit hops back into the hutch as you gently lock it once more. "Remember him, Y/n?"

"His name is Bucky." You mutter under your breath before slowly standing up. "And don't you dare talk about him." You spit at Yelena who spares Natasha a look.

"You helped each other escape, didn't you?" Natasha pushes her question, and this time to her surprise you don't object.

"Follow me," You sigh, walking around the garden to a set of stairs, leading you to the rooftop filled with trees and plants.

Admiring the greenery, Natasha hesitantly follows behind you.

"You going to stand there all day or sit down?" Raising a brow to Natasha, she breathes out a laugh and sits down on one of the seats dotted around that isn't taken by a plant.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Natasha leans forward, resting her forearms on her thighs and you mirror her action.

"Yes." You mutter. "But I can't remember everything it, part of it I blocked out." You admit, feeling your leg already beginning to shake beneath you.

"You will be accompanied this time, Y/n." Your tutor, Ms Ivanov tugs on your ponytail forcefully whilst you remain seated.

"I don't need company." Tugging your head forward, her fingers fall through the ends of your hair and she hums in response. "I'm capable of this myself."

Ms Ivanov chuckles under her breath before standing in front of your desk, resting her hands on the sides as her eyes fixate on yours. "That might be so, but not this time." Pushing her hands from your desk, Ivanov nods to the closed door.

Within seconds someone is forced through the metal frame with a bag covering their face. They're of a large build, but your eyes widen at the sight of metal making up their left arm.

"Is it?" Your question leaves your lips before you've fully thought about what this means, and Ivanov smirks.

Stepping toward the concealed figure, she tugs the sheet from their face, revealing a mass of brown hair.

He lifts his head up and stares at you immediately those pensive blue eyes you've heard whispers of. He fights against his restraints as two guards stand behind him with loaded guns.

"There will be plenty of time for that, soldat." Ivanov laughs, patting his metal arm. "Now, Y/n. It's time to go."

"I don't know what happened on that mission. But when I woke up, I, I was free." Unable to look at your sister, your focus lies on the breeze weaving through the branches of the trees.

Natasha leans forward, wishing she could tell you everything she knew. "You saved each other, Y/n." She speaks up, remembering the last time she saw him, a broken shell of the man he once was, his demeanour mirroring yours.

"I guess," You shrug. "but after everything, I, I have no idea what happened to him. I, I don't even know if he's still," Pursing your lips, the word never leaves as you curl your arms toward your stomach.

Looking toward the others, Natasha sighs at their disapproving glares. She knows they mean well, that they are practically family. But you're the only true blood family Natasha has left, and she can't lie to you anymore, not this time.

Standing in Wakanda, Bucky smiled truly for the first time in years. He was no longer plagued by the fear of becoming the Winter Soldier. He was finally free of it all.

But he still had a long way to go, to make amends for those he hurt, and amongst everyone, there was you. His Black Widow, Y/n.

"Hey, Barnes." Natasha stands beside him, looking out at the vast farmland that surrounds them. She can't help but think how much you would love to be somewhere like this, somewhere that is peaceful, tranquil.

"Hello, Natasha." Bucky turns to face the redhead, having not spoken to her since he was under Zemo's control. "I erm, I would like to apologise for everything I did, and for hurting you all those years ago." Bucky explains, and Natasha patiently listens, allowing him to get his full speech out. "And for what they made me do in," Furrowing his brows together, Natasha clears her throat.

"We don't have to talk about that." She tells him as she reaches into her pocket, taking out a folded piece of paper, well worn. "I wanted to ask you something before anyone knows where I am."

"Okay?" Bucky answers uneasily, tugging on the cloth that covers the remainder of his left shoulder.

Unfolding the piece of paper, Bucky can see a glimpse of a black and white photo.

"Here," Natasha holds the photograph out, face down to Bucky who hesitantly accepts. She watches intently as he turns the photograph over and can't help but smile as his breath hitches in his throat.

"Y/n." Bucky looks up to Natasha who simply nods.

"I was wondering if you'd remember her." Natasha crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide the smirk forming on her face and amusement in her tone.

A playful scoff leaves Bucky's lips. "How could I forget her?" He thinks aloud. "I could never forget the person who helped me escape, who, who," 'Helped me realise I'm still human despite everything I've done.' Bucky thinks to himself, remembering the night before he left you as you lay in his arms whilst he listened to your soft reassurances. "Do you know where she is?" He tries to hide the hope in his voice, but it's useless.

"Yes." Natasha answers. "Y/n Romanoff." She states, and Bucky stares blankly at Natasha for a moment, before a light laugh leaves his lips.

"I shoulda known." He sighs dramatically. "Makes a lot of sense now." Bucky mutters, but Natasha doesn't pry. "Is, is she with you?" He glances past her, toward the jet she came on, but Natasha shakes her head.

"She's safe, in Russia." Natasha explains as she walks alongside Bucky toward the lake. "But she prefers the company of animals over people these days."

"Makes two of us then." Bucky comments. "I, I promised I'd find her." Allowing his mind to drift as the lake ripples, Bucky pictures your sleeping form in his arms minutes before he left you. He whispered you a promise, one he has yet to fulfil.

"Then let me help you keep that promise." Natasha places her hand on his arm gently, and Bucky snaps out from his thoughts. "I know you're still healing, and she is too. But I'll come back, Barnes."

Bucky nods. "Thank you, Natasha."

"James Barnes," Natasha slowly interrupts your prolonged silence. "is still alive, he, he's healing, but he remembers you, Y/n."

You reach out and take Natasha's hand in yours. For a moment, you simply stare, void of emotion before tightening your grip, beginning to crush her fingers whilst Natasha remains stoic.

"Don't lie to me, Nat." You tell her, keeping your eyes locked on hers.

"I'm not lying, Y/n." She responds, ignoring the pain you're inflicting before your grip begins to ease, but she doesn't pull away immediately. "He made you a promise, didn't he?"

"I, I don't know." You admit sadly, looking down at your lap, faintly hearing his voice in the back of your mind fighting through the horrid memories engrained there from the red room.

"He did, Y/n." Natasha asserts herself. "Would you like to see him?"

"I think so." You answer honestly as you uncurl your body and sit upright. "But only once this is over. Once Yeznik is gone. I don't want to be haunted anymore, Nat."

This time, Natasha extends her hand, taking yours in hers delicately.

"Okay, sis." She breathes out, helping you to your feet. "Let's get started."

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Thanks for the Ride - Part 2

Part 1 Here

TW: asthma attack, slight angst, mention of blood and sc*rs

((Civilian’s name is now Kaira. Villain doesn’t have one yet.))

Kaira pushed open her apartment door and stepped inside. A flurry of snowflakes gusted in after her, dusting the welcome mat in her entryway as she shoved the door shut. She shivered and slid her boots off, shrugging off her coat next and hanging it up. She leaned heavily against the door to catch her breath, digging her inhaler out of her pocket and taking two puffs.

It had been a month since the incident, and she was left without a vehicle right as the weather turned frigid and biting. Just her luck, as well, that cold air triggers asthma. Kaira coughed and wheezed her way to the kitchen, putting the kettle on to make herself some eucalyptus tea. Her doctor had recently told her that it might help alleviate some of her symptoms. Still struggling to breathe, she dropped herself into a chair at the kitchen table, squeezing her eyes shut. She tucked the inhaler back into her pocket without opening her eyes.

Kaira stayed there until the kettle squealed, forcing her lead-heavy limbs to get up and finish making her tea. She took a few sips though they scalded on the way down, and bent down to scoop some of her cat’s food into her bowl. She coughed and took another sip of tea, shaking the bowl a bit as she ventured further into the apartment. “Missy! Here, kitty.”

No response. That’s odd… Her stomach sank as she realized the tv was on in her bedroom. The muffled chatter and buzz were unmistakable. Had she forgotten to turn it off before going to work?

She padded across the space, inching closer to the bedroom--though it was barely any use trying to be quiet. The ragged wheezing noises probably gave her away rather unceremoniously. Finally approaching the door and just about to cross the threshold, her cat hopped down in front of her, startling a yelp out of Kaira. The mug and food bowl in her hands crashed to the floor.

Kaira slapped a hand over her face, heart pounding all over again. “Missy. What did I do to deserve that?” she mused between strained breaths.

She picked the remote up off of the dresser, lifting it to turn the screen off when she noticed what was playing on the news, and listened. More about the villain. The media coverage was constant, barely wavering since the villain’s “death” a month prior. The city clung to the hero’s victory, celebrating with parties and rallies and parades and barbeques. “Superhero finally managed to inject Supervillain with a revolutionary new toxic serum that drained his powers away and rendered him helpless. Superhero triumphed over the monster and fulfilled his duty in keeping our city safe! The crime rate perpetrated by powered individuals has decreased significantly as they all now live in fear of the hero’s new bioweapon. Let’s hope they stay underground where they belong.”

“The thing about Hero’s little serum,” a second voice cut through the silence, making Kaira jump and whirl around, “is that its effects are temporary. Poison a villain, take his powers, incapacitate him, kill him while he’s down. It’s quite the cowardly approach, don’t you agree, Kaira?”

Kaira froze in place like prey, staring at the villain sprawled out casually on her bed. He lifted a hand and lightning crackled over his palm like a second skin. Her mouth had gone unbearably dry and all she could do was stare and try to squash down the harsh rasps of her wheezing.

Villain flashed a smile, looking thoroughly pleased with himself as he sat up, leisurely. “Your firstborn and I have gotten acquainted.” He wiggled his fingers and made kissy sounds, drawing the orange tabby closer to him.

Kaira inhaled sharply and took a step closer, freezing again at the look Villain cut her as he scooped Missy into his lap. “Do you truly think I would harm your cat?” He tsked. “You must truly think me a monster.”

She swallowed again but it did nothing to aid the dryness scratching her throat. “How-How do you know where I live?” she whispered.

Villain stroked Missy’s back, who purred and curled up on his lap. “You had some bills in your glove compartment--your insurance is overdue, by the way. You might want to pay that.” His lip curled in a teasing smile though his gaze rested intent and unwavering upon her.

Panicked, she fished her inhaler out of her pocket without taking her eyes off of him, inhaling a third puff. “I...I haven’t told anyone about you. I swear I haven’t. I-I didn’t even want to raise questions about where you left me, so...I didn’t call a cab until I, um, walked back to the main road. No-Nobody knows what happened, or that you’re alive, I promise.”

The villain hummed, straightening all the way.

Kaira’s gaze flicked down to his torso where she could see a deep red seeping through his shirt. “You’re...bleeding.”

“And you’re the only one who knows I’m alive, so. Do be a dear and bring me a first aid kit?” His smile widened, all amusement for now.

Kaira blanched and stepped toward the door when Villain lifted a finger to halt her. “Ah-ah, better have you toss your phone over to me first. The best relationships are built on trust, you know?” he purred, blatantly relishing in the glow of pink that spread over Kaira’s freckled cheeks.

She pulled her cellphone out of her other pocket and tossed it onto the bed, waiting for his nod of approval before staggering wide-eyed into the kitchen to fetch her first aid kit.

Oh my gods, oh my gods, the villain is in my house, oh my gods…

Kaira’s hands shook as she returned, easing herself lightly onto the edge of the bed beside him. She gingerly lifted her cat off of him and set her back onto the floor. “You’re bleeding on my bed,” she murmured. She carefully reached for his shirt and flushed red. “Um...can I?”

The villain grinned, wolfish. “Wishing to undress me so soon? By all means.”

Kaira spluttered, floundering briefly before reaching forward again, unbuttoning the bottom half of his shirt. No need to expose more of his chest than necessary, especially after that comment. Wow, he has a lot of scars…

She traced a finger featherlight over one of the pale slices of skin. When she realized what she was doing, her gaze snapped up to meet his. His laser focus made her feel like a bug splayed on a corkboard. “S-Sorry....” She looked away and opened up the first aid kit and gently examined his bloody wounds. “It...looks like you need stitches...is that okay?”

“Ah, what’s a couple more scars. Just clean them and bandage me up.” Kaira could feel the sudden electricity sparking the air as the hair on her neck stood on end. He smiled prettily, though his eyes were sharper, edging on dangerous. “Please.”

Kaira nodded quickly. “O-Okay, yes. Sure. No need to get, um...zappy.” She smoothed down a few pieces of hair that had been suspended by the static thick in the air like smoke. The energy released suddenly once she agreed, expelling like a popped balloon.

She released a breath through her teeth and got to work with trembling hands. “If nobody knows you’re alive, then who hurt you?”

Kaira jumped as the villain brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. “Sorry, dear, I don’t kiss and tell.”

Her face burned all over again and she avoided his gaze, focusing on the task at hand. When she was done, the villain abruptly stood and crowded close, stealing the breath from her lungs.

Villain bracketed her in place with an arm against the bed on each side of her. “Thanks for the patch job.” He flashed another predatory smile, eyes twinkling, and dangled her car keys in front of her face. “Care to give me another ride, dear?”

Part 3

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