#it's probably not that deep i don't know how advanced medicine was

[phoet]

what i find most amusing about my own reading of dracula is that it's not the vampire part i have problem suspending my disbelief with, but the blood transfusion done by the medical doctors??

the complete lack of regard for something like, you know, blood type compatibility, is something i can't stop thinking about

[c0eu4]

Could you write a fic for sebastian vettel? With driver reader? The plot is yours to decide but I want it to be fluff seb but rb era

Thanks in advance

SV5 | Don't be ashamed, sweetie

rb!sebastianvettel x fem!driver!reader

Summary: your period has always been painful and Seb helps you to relax.

Warning: Hurt/comfort

A/n: Think that the story takes place in 2012 and people are still very taboo about the subject of periods :/

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You hate days like that. End even more when it's race week. You wake up with dirty hair, stomach ache and this horrible urge to vomit. You groan and roll over in your bed into the fetal position, wrapping your arms around yourself. You've always had painful periods. And having them when you have to drive is always hell.

You wipe the little tears that are falling from your eyes and sit on the bed, close in on yourself. You get up slowly, holding onto the nightstand, still keeping a hand on your stomach. You gasp at the horrible feeling between your legs and force yourself to walk to the bathroom. You hurry to change, wash your hands and fall back into bed.

You grab your phone and sigh when you see all the notifications. Some emails, Instagram, X and messages. You see the message from your teammates, Sebastian Vettel. He asks you if you're fine because you weren't looking good at the media day yesterday. You answer him simply that you're fine and turn off your phone.

Maybe the worst part of all this is that you're ashamed to talk about it. No one knows how bad you are during your period and you've only had it once during a race. Your parents have always been very close on this subject and it has always been taboo throughout your life.

You hide under the duvet, seeking warmth. Your whole body is frozen. It's like you were naked in the snow. It's true that your pajamas don't help you warm up, given the prevailing heat in Qatar. But still, you're cold.

You turn over in your bed again, cursing nature for giving you such a painful uterus. After a few minutes, when you thought you were going back to sleep, you sat up and decided to get ready. After all, you don't really have a choice.

You put on your most comfortable clothes, grab your bag and leave your hotel room. You hurry to the paddock to hide in your driver room and be quiet.

Arriving at it, you drop onto the massage table and resume your usual position, folding in on yourself. You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing to try to ease the pain. You're so annoyed that you didn't take your medicine. You didn't expect them at all! They are a week early. At least you're sure you're not pregnant.

You begin to cry silently, an accumulation of pain, fatigue and annoyance. You rub your eyes, to the point of ruining all your makeup - which makes you cry more.

You don't stop crying when your coach walks into the room. He's probably the only one who knows about your period - he doesn't really have a choice but to know.

''Have you taken your medication?'' He asks you a little coldly. He doesn't really know how to handle this and it makes you even more uncomfortable.

''No.'' You tell him looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at him. He huff heavily, probably from irritation. ''Can you drive? Horner is not going to be happy.''

''I can drive!'' You stand up abruptly, quickly regretting your action because of the pain. You take a deep breath and try to calm down.

''Get ready. FP1 is in less than thirty minutes.'' He tells you quickly then walks out, lightly slamming the door behind him. Does he have his period too or something?, You think, noticing his bad mood.

You get off the massage table and hurry to put on your racesuit, taking advantage of the few minutes where you feel better than the morning. You take your bottle and go to your car in the garage.

The session was horrible. You thought you were going to die in the car the whole time. You barely managed to have a 'good time'. Everyone in the garage is disappointed and you know it. But you did the best you could. They want the best, given that your teammate, Sebastian Vettel, is taking the team very high. And there is you. At least, for today. They're expecting the worst, even though it's only the start of the weekend.

You return to your driver room quickly, angry with yourself and with the others who don't understand. You lie down on the small couch and start crying again, the only thing you do when you're so sensitive.

You close your eyes and try to sleep a bit when you hear a light knock on the door. You refrain from yelling at the person to get out and don't answer, hoping that they will leave.

''I know you're here Y/n.'' Sebastian's voice echoes from the other side of the door and you feel even worse. He's probably the last person you want to see. You don't want him to see you like this. What will he think? He will probably see me as a dirty person and hate me. You think to yourself and more tears fall from your eyes.

''Can I come in?'' He asks you, while pulling the handle but not opening the door. You mumble a 'yes' and he walks into the room, finding you dying on the couch.

''You're ok?'' He asks, approaching you, arms crossed. ''Your results weren't good.'' He adds a layer while moving forward to sit on the massage table.

''I look like I'm okay!?'' You answer him aggressively, being fed up with everything and everyone.

''Wow, little Y/n show her claws?'' He teases you with a smirk.

''Shut up!'' You shout at him and you turn around then sit up to look him straight in the eyes.

''Calm down.. You're on your period or what?'' He jokes slightly but puts on a serious face when he sees your red and slightly swollen eyes. ''You know, it's not that bad what you did.'' He gets off the massage table and comes and sits next to you.

''Damn, you men!'' You look at him annoyed and he understands that that's the problem.

''I have sisters you know.'' He gets up and walks towards the door. ''I'll be back.'' He mumble then leaves without saying anything.

''You're serious!?'' You shout at him, not understanding his behavior. Is he that disgusted? That's understandable.

You immerse yourself in your pain by lying down again and curling up on yourself while sobbing. Sometimes you wish you were a man. You wouldn't have all these problems. You wouldn't be bothered by your period. You would surely be much more respected and loved in this sport..

Sebastian returns more than half an hour later. He comes in without knocking and finds you crying silently on the couch.

Without saying a word, he throws something at your back. You groan and sit up, picking up the chocolate that fell on your stomach. He takes the opportunity to sit next to you and places a hot water bottle on your knees.

''You can lie against me.'' He looks away, cheeks red as he makes himself comfortable on the couch and takes the blanket that was at the end of the couch.

A slight smile appears on your face and you fall against him, resting your head on his thighs. He puts the hot water bottle on your lower stomach and tucks the blanket around you.

''You're good?'' He runs his hand through your hair and gently massages your scalp. You answer him with a little 'mh', feeling the pain lessen, thanks to all of Seb's attention.

''I'm sorry.'' You sob softly. ''It's embarrassing.''

Seb chuckle and it sends butterflies in your stomach. ''I told you, I have sisters. I'm used to it. Don't be ashamed, sweetie'' The nickname makes you blush and you feel him press his lips against your forehead and you close your eyes, feeling much better than this morning.

[torturing-characters-101]

hi!! so, in my fantasy novel, my character gets stabbed through the lung; he survives, but suffers from a collapsed lung and his family believes he's dead. Eventually, he's taken as a prisoner of war (he's a king) they patch him up, and he ends up escaping. He then meets a woman in the woods, who lives in a village nearby, who tends to his wounds.

My first question is, in a medieval setting, how would they go about patching him up enough for him to 1) live, since he is a big part of the plot and 2) be able to make his way through the woods for the woman to find him? They don't have magical healers, but they would've planned for a life-threatening injury. The woman also has advanced knowledge + access to medicinal herbs and medieval medicine.

Secondly, what would be the long term effects of his chest wound? He ends up being found by the enemy and tortured for around seven months, and his wounds wouldn't be cleaned or dressed from that moment on unless they absolutely had to. Would the wound still heal and just leave a nasty scar? Or would it never close and heal? How would this affect his day-to-day life after he's rescued? Would it still be pulled open and start to bleed, or would it be healed enough so that that wouldn't happen? He winds up with pneumonia too, and I assume this wouldn't bode well for his lung?

I know there's a lot, I'm sorry, but I've been really struggling with finding the proper information about this! It's hard, because it's in a medieval setting where they don't have modern medicine, or hospitals, or anything of the sort; this character has to live though. I appreciate any help / tips you can offer!!!! 🥹🥹

Your character might be able to survive a small closed pneumothorax, and they might be able to survive a stab to the chest that was only muscle deep, but any injury that opens the chest cavity (say, a stab wound that goes into the lung) would generally not be survivable in the medieval period with the resources and knowledge available.

The problem is that what you're describing is something called a sucking chest wound. You breathe in when a muscle called the diaphragm contracts and pulls your lungs downward. This creates more space in the chest, which causes air to enter your lungs and fill the space. If there's an opening in the chest wall, though, air goes in through that instead of filling the lungs. This fills the chest cavity with air outside the lung, which causes the lungs to deflate. The person then suffocates.

The absolute most rudimentary way to fix this is to put an occlusive dressing over it ASAP (like, within seconds) and hope the pneumothorax fixes itself (which is possible, as long as it's small) and no infection results. An occlusive dressing is a water proof, air proof bandage that prevents any more air from getting in, usually duct-taped on 3-4 sides.

Unfortunately, even if someone knew what to do here, the materials of the day and place would not do the job. While rubberized garments existed in the Americas in this time, it did not exist in Europe. Even oilcloth didn't exist in Europe until the 18th century, and there was no waterproof, airproof material before that in this area.

The closest he could have gotten was a thin sheet of tanned leather, probably pasted to his chest with something like pine resin, which hopefully would harden into a non-breathable layer. This would have to be put on within seconds and stay on for about a month. This was not a known technique at the time, but if I were to time travel into the middle ages that's what I would do. And again, since it would have to have been done in seconds, you'll have to get creative on how it happens.

Assuming he did survive (which would be a miracle), he'd have a scar on the outside and probably scarring on his lung, which might mean he lost the use of part of his lung. This might mean he would get out of breath more easily, and could be life threatening if he did get the pneumonia you mentioned.

Since this is for a piece of original fiction, if you want to discuss this further, you can hire me here.

[inglourious-imagines]

Hello! I'm so glad to have stumbled on your blog! I'd like to request anything for Doc Bryan of GenKill please. I can and will wait forever for any Doc content 😅 I saw your prompt list and I think

1. I fucking hate everyone. But you, you’re the only person I don’t hate.

would suit him quite well HAHA but prompt number 3 and prompt number 9 would be quite sweet too 😁 anyway, anything you write I will gratefully read and love. Thanks so much!

Life Vest (Doc Bryan x GN!Reader)

Requested by: anon

Prompt: #1 - I fucking hate everyone. But you, you're the only person I don't hate.

Summary: You're a Corpsman with the Recon Marines, working alongside doc Bryan. After one tough afternoon, you two finally (somewhat ;)) talk.

Taglist: in my bio

Warnings: child's death although it doesn't actually happen in this fic

A/N: I don't study medicine so I might have fucked up some facts about certain things so apologies if I did. Thank you for your request!

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With every passing second, more and more locals are appearing, surrounding the group of Marines in the middle of some Iraqi town almost none of them know how to actually pronounce. From behind the cornerns of ruins of old buildings, out of the beaten doors of houses that hadn't been bombed yet, from small huts, children, women, men of all ages are coming to see what is happening.

The small area is slowly getting too crowded to have it under control and Lt. Fick is pacing around the scene unfolding before his eyes with apparent unease. US Marines are stationed around the place, but all of them know it is not enough. 

Fick waves his left hand and within a second he has Brad Colbert by his side, awaiting orders. 

"Get Bryan and Y/N out of there. We can't handle this anymore. We need to be Oscar Mike ASAP."

Brad only nods and he's already pushing his way through the crowd that seems to be made of concrete rather than people, as the young soldier struggles to advance forward.

In the centre of it all, kneeling on the ground, with blood soaked into the sand, are the two exhausted Corpsmen. 

"The children are going to die here." Bryan states matter-of-factly without even looking up, while he's bandaging the young boy who can't be more than seven years old. 

You know that but the words still send a chill down your spine, but you continue working too, without the apparent pointlessness of the reality to stop you.

You always know the facts after observing the situation, just like Bryan does, but you've never been able to announce it with such distance and certain cold even, even though you know it is necessary. 

Robert Timothy Bryan is a straightforward man, a trait useful in the Corps and you've learned over the time to report the situation to your superior officers, but you still lack that sort of Bryaness and you probably always will. 

You allow yourself to steal a glance at him. He's concentrated at the work before him, as he always is, the look of focus in his eyes more visible than ever. His face doesn't show any other emotion much, but you know he's exhausted beyond words, physically and mentally, although he would never admit to that out loud. 

You come back to the little boy under your arms. He has two fractured ribs, that are causing him great pain but you are simply unable to do anything about it, he has one bad scratch on his left arm and a deep cut on his thigh - there is no serious bleeding and it is apparent that it must have been some time since he got wounded.

You cut off a part of his trousers to get a better access to the wound and you immediately notice the bloody spots and bruises. 

You pick up your gaze to look at Bryan to find him already staring at you. You both know what this means, there is no need to say it out loud.

You look back down at the little boy, there are tears in his brown eyes and suddenly there's a lump in your throat. You desperately want to help the kid, but no matter what you do, nothing will be enough. The blood poisoning will kill him, you don't know when, he has only some hours to live tops, if he's lucky, and so far his fate has played a cruel game with him.

Then his little hand reaches for yours and you instinctively squeeze it. You hear in the background some voice saying something, you don't know what, you're too caught up in the moment that suddenly nothing matters anymore and the eyes of the boy make you question if this is really your war, if it really isn't your presence that will got him killed eventually.

In your peripheral vision you catch Bryan standing up and patting someone on the shoulder but you stop paying attention to that right away.

The boy is saying something now you don't understand but you just know he's begging you to help him. And you can't. 

"I know," you hear yourself say, "I know and I'm sorry."

Useless words. Empty. Meaningless.

A woman kneels down before you, scooping the boy in her arms. His hand falls out of yours and it breaks your heart. He looks just like the woman, both of them with deep brown eyes, soft features, thick brown hair. 

She nods. An understanding. 

You wouldn't be able to tell her that her son will die in her arms, probably tonight. 

There is a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn your head slightly. 

"We have to go," Bryan is whispering into your ear, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You lean into his touch for comfort and you convince yourself it is everything you need in order to pull yourself together.

You don't look at the boy anymore. You can't. You stand up to follow your fellow Corpsman and without any warning, he reaches behind himself for your hand. He grabs it to not lose you in the crowd.

And you hold onto it like it's a life vest. Perhaps it is everything you need to pull through this war, perhaps he is.

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Later that day, when you stop for the night, you can't sleep. You can see those helpless eyes of that boy every time you close your eyes.

This, most definitely, is not your first encounter with wounded locals you couldn't save, as it is not your last, but this one stays with you, no matter how much you fight it. 

"Good work today, Y/N," you can hear Bryan's voice behind you. He sits on the ground next to you, shoulders and knees touching, and finally his affection towards you surprises you. You were too caught up in those moments before to notice how much he actually looks after you. 

"If you say so," you respond, not sharing his opinion. You feel like you failed today. 

"I know so," he counters, nudging you softly with his side. You finally smile.

You wait for him to bring up the boy incident but he doesn't speak one word of it and you're more than grateful. You couldn't talk about it if you tried. Maybe in a few years, but not today, and Bryan knows this, even if you don't. 

"You're awfully nice to me lately," you decide to keep the conversation going, turning your head to look at him for just a moment.

He chuckles at that, a sound you haven't heard enough and could easily get drunk on. "I'm nice to everyone." 

You burst out laughing at his answer, as all those cold stares and snarky comments of his come to your mind. 

He joins in, smiling. "That felt wrong just to say it."

"Tell me about it."

"I just-" he surpises you when he continues, "I just fucking hate everyone." 

You stop laughing and your heart drops a little but Bryan is still talking. "But you? You're the only person I don't hate." 

You're so caught off guard that you can't find anything to say back to that as your own capibility to talk fails you. The words hang above you both, you savour the feeling because you finally don't feel so alone in the vast world.

Something clicks in you when he says those words and you're smiling now, you couldn't stop smiling if you wanted to.

You grab his hand and squeeze it, you don't let go of him, you can't now. 

"I don't hate you too," you finally respond and you don't have to look at him to know he's smiling now too. 

[wangsejabin]

Chapter 68

Xiao Dezi was quite articulate, telling the whole story. So was it Jidetang who was trying to get in the way, or was the Grand Duke really in bad shape?

Pan'er's mind was in turmoil at the moment, she wanted to calm down, but it was too painful. "Go and ask Doctor Wang, or maybe Doctor Dong."

"I've asked, but Dr. Wang is with the Empress Dowager, and Dr. Dong is not on duty today." This was the main reason for Xiao Dezi's crying face.

"Master, Jidetang's side is intentionally doing this, they are deliberately using the Grand Duke as an excuse, just to harm you!" Xiao Dezi was probably also anxious and blurted such words out.The whole east wing was silent, all heads bowed, none dared to speak. He dared to say such things, but they did not dare to listen.

If they inadvertently broke into the private affairs between the masters, they would not end up well, no matter whether Su Feng Yi was in trouble today or not. Even Sister Yang, who knew how things were done in the palace, could not help but turn white.

At this time, Pan'er's hoarse voice was the only thing that set the tone: "Order someone to go out of the palace, go out of the palace to invite Dr. Dong. If you can't invite Dr. Dong, it's fine to invite a random doctor."

"But the minions don't have the waist tag to leave the palace, so they can't go out." Xiao Dezi said in despair.

Before the words could leave his mouth, Aunt Qing walked over and smacked him on the side of the head. "If you don't have a solution, then think of a solution, such a little thing makes you panic, aren't you always resourceful? Order someone to go to the Crown Prince and get Eunuch Fu to get Eunuch Zhang ......"

"This servant has an idea." A voice rang out from the doorway of the outer room. It was eunuch Feng. His original surname was Feng and his first name was Hai. Ever since Pan'er started to start, the lackeys in this courtyard had all tensed up, those who could come in served inside, and those like Feng Hai who couldn't come in, stayed outside to keep an eye on the movement.

"What's the method?"

"The lackeys went to find Liu Yuan. It's definitely too late to go and ask the Crown Prince, besides, we don't know where the Crown Prince is, and we don't know how much time will be wasted in one trip.

Liu Yuan used to be the Crown Prince's man and was later sent to manage the warehouse, people like them are deep in the Palace's doorways, so they must have a way to get out of the Palace. If it was before, the slave would have a way, but since he came to serve his master, the exit waistband has been handed over."

"Then go quickly, I'll leave this to you, and bring the Imperial Doctor Wang back in person, so that he can prepare the labor inducing medicine in advance, and tell him about my situation. Little Dezi, take someone to seek the Prince, don't just keep it to yourself, those little eunuchs allocated from the Yuqing Palace, they must have a better idea than you."

"Yes." The two men answered and went down. It had taken all her strength for Pan'er to finish those words, and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply to ease the pain. Only when she felt a little better did she strain to say to Sister Yang and the others, "Don't panic, as long as you do your best today, I will keep you alive."

That said, these words did not ease the tension of Sister Yang and the others, especially the two midwifery sisters from the palace.

Most of them were aware that this kind of thing was not something that a mere Feng Yi could say, and they were obviously distracted and much more tied up in their work than before.At this point, the two midwives came into play, as they were from outside the palace and did not understand what Sister Yang and the girls were afraid of, but only knew that they could not let anything happen to Su Fengyi.

The two of them pushed Sister Yang and the others out of the way and went up to check on Pan'er's opening under the blanketsThe two of them can only rub Pan'er's back and belly to ease the pain, while the other talks to her to divert her attention.

--The other side of the Eastern Palace, in the Hall of Virtue.The Imperial Doctor had already prescribed the medicine, and the nursemaids had boiled the medicine and brought it to him. After half a day of coaxing, the Grand Duke was finally put to sleep and the room fell into silence. It was precisely this silence that made it particularly difficult to stay awake.

Fu Dong pulled Sister Chen out secretly and asked, "Sister, will this be okay? There are still waiting for the Imperial Doctor over there."

"What's okay or not okay? The Grand Duke is like this now, how can the doctor not watch over him? Some people have pains all day and all night before they give birth, so what's the difference if we let her wait?"

Fu Dong looked hesitant and embarrassed, she had just stopped the doctor and led him to Jide Hall because she was angry for her master, but now she was a bit scared after the job was done.The matter of Su Fengyi being pregnant with twin babies was already taken seriously by the top, especially by the Empress, who even called her to Kunning Palace to talk. If something really happens, even if it's not because they stopped the doctor, the blame will be on them.

And the matter was not at all ordered by the Crown Princess, but was done by them privately.

The more Fu Dong thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and she couldn't help but look at Sister Chen several times. She was obviously lost in thought, her face twitching nervously, not obviously, but when she looked closely, she could see the slight trembling curve.

Is this Sister Chen's fear? Fu Dong panicked: "Sister!" Sister Chen turned her head to look at her, grabbed her hands and lowered her voice: "You also think she has stolen the limelight from the Crown Princess, don't you? If she really gives birth to a young imperial grandson, there is no telling how she will ride on the Crown Princess' head, I am also helping to ease the Crown Princess' worries." "But ......"

"Look at how poor the eldest son is, he is more than eight months old, but his body is not as strong as those who are 100 days old, he is barely alive, and she is carrying a twin baby, so it is not sure if the baby will be born. Besides, we can't blame ourselves for this.

Compared to a Feng Yi, the Grand Duke is naturally more important. Even if someone really blames us, we are still loyal servants of the master, we are really too worried about the Grand Duke, that's why we ignore that side."Fu Dong couldn't restrain herself from shaking, she thought that Sister Chen just wanted to give that side a hard time, but she never expected that Sister Chen would have such an idea.

If she hadn't had such an idea, Sister Chen wouldn't have gone to such lengths to make such a scene, she was being used as a rafter, and the old woman wanted to die herself, but she had to be dragged into it. But Fu Dong couldn't say a word, things were already like this,

It wasn't in her power to make a difference, she could only stiffen her head and follow Sister Chen down one path into the darkness. Had she known it was like this today she should have begged the Crown Princess to let follow her out instead of staying at home.In the interval between Fu Dong's thoughts, Sister Chen had already walked in.

The young eunuch had said something to the young doctor, who was clearly embarrassed, but had to listen. Fu Dong walked in with her heart in turmoil, and had just stood still when a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Sister Chen, Eunuch Liu requests to see you."

Frightened, Fu Dong shivered and turned her head to rebuke, "Keep your noise down!" Sister Chen frowned, "What Eunuch Liu?" The little palace maid showed her aggrieved face, "It's Eunuch Liu Yuan Liu, who is in charge of the treasury."

"What did he come to see me for?" Sister Chen said. She then remembered something, this Liu Yuan seemed to have come from the Yuqing Palace, and it seemed that he had made some mistake and was punished by the Crown Prince to take charge of the treasury.

Sister Chen was not afraid of this man, for such a person was clearly out of his master's heart, but to be associated with the Crown Prince, especially at this moment, made her heart inexplicably uneasy. And she had never had any dealings with Liu Yuan, so what did he want with her?

"Naturally, we have something to discuss with Sister Chen." Before Sister Chen could come up with a charter, the little court lady was suddenly pushed aside and a long-faced eunuch in his thirties came in from behind.

Sister Chen was startled: "What are you, how can you barge into the Grand Duke's room? The Grand Duke is ill now, can you afford to frighten him?" Liu Yuan smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Sister, look at what you said, how could we be so rude as to scare the Grand Duke? The two days in the palace banquet, the noble people happy inevitably drank too much wind will want to order some kind of antidote to the wine soup and so on, our majesty and the empress are careful, specially arranged each place a Imperial doctor. This is not the case, the Taiyuan Hospital is short of staff, and only one doctor has been invited. The Hall of Virtue says that the Grand Duke is sick and needs to be seen first, but Su Fengyi is still waiting to give birth, so we want to ask the doctor to prescribe a prescription for labor medicine first, and then send the doctor over when you are done?"

"You..."

"Yes, yes, I'll prescribe it right away." The young doctor inside hurried over, his forehead still covered in cold sweat, so he knew in his heart that he had been caught up in the battle between his masters. But he was the lowest-ranking Imperial Doctor, so what could he say?

Now that Su Feng Yi's people have come to him, no matter what, he can still get away with the crime.Before coming here, because Xiao Dezi said that Su Feng Yi was about to give birth, the doctor had brought with him the medicine to induce labour, and he took out the prescription and a packet of herbs from his medicine chest.

In order to avoid suspicion, he had wanted to open the packet of medicine to look at it and count the herbs against the prescription, but he was snatched away by Liu Yuan. Liu Yuan gave an arch of his hand to Sister Chen and said, "Since we have the medicine, we will leave Sister alone." With these words, he left.

When he had left the Hall of Virtue, Feng Hai followed him to the side and said, "Brother Liu is still very capable, the servant didn't think of this method."

Liu Yuan glanced at him, it wasn't that he hadn't thought of it, but that he simply couldn't break into the Hall of Virtue."I think that doctor is too young, and Su Fengyi's health is not usually under his care, so we should invite Dr. Dong into the palace. You take my badge and take a few more people out to the palace to invite him, I'll order someone to find the prince and see if we can get Dr. Wang to come. "You're still smart enough to know to beg to come to me!"

Feng Hai rubbed his head with a hearty smile and took the waist plate and went away busily.--. The Prince's mouth held a decent smile as his gaze was placed in the centre of the crowd's attention. The hall was filled with immortal music, the dancers were dancing beautifully, and the crowd was laughing and singing.

Sensing the presence of Fulu behind him again, the prince turned his face slightly sideways in a questioning gesture. He wiped a handful of sweat and spat in his heart, saying what was going on, but he did not dare to hide it from the prince, so he whispered the story in his ear."Third brother is so busy with his day-to-day business. Fu Lu, what did you say to our Crown Prince, tell me?" The Chu Prince, who was cupping his wine bottle, said with a wry smile.

"It's just a small matter," said the prince as he coiled the strings on his wrist, his smile not reaching the bottom of his eyes: "A concubine is about to give birth in the backyard, and the minions below are not fit for the job, so they reported it," he said, and then said to Fulu: "You go to Cining Palace and report the matter to the Empress Dowager, who has always been sympathetic to her juniors and will not fail to lend out Dr. Wang."

"Yes." Fu Lu answered and hurriedly retreated. When he heard of the Wang doctor, King Chu's sword brows twitched: "But that concubine of yours who is carrying twin babies is about to give birth? It doesn't seem to be a month old enough yet, you really know how to pick the day, you're about to give birth on the 15th of August."

"I didn't expect that second brother would be so concerned about the affairs of my backyard, but let me say that it would be better for second brother to be more concerned about the backyard of the Prince of Chu's House. If there are fatalities every three days, I'm afraid that even if father favours second brother, he will still have to reprimand him."

"You-" The Prince of Chu's face showed a hint of sternness.

At that moment, Prince Qi, who had left and returned, intervened between them, "Second and third brothers are very close, what are they talking about, tell me?"The King of Chu often helped the King of Qi to deal with the Crown Prince, but the two of them were at odds with each other, and they had often done things like laughing on the surface but stabbing behind the scenes.

The Prince was also reluctant to cause any trouble, so the King of Qi was naturally left in the lurch. He was able to be the eldest brother, so he had his own merits. He talked to the Prince of Chu as if nothing had happened, and skipped over the matter. The banquet did not end until half past midnight.

Today, there was a foreign envoy, so the women's banquet was not in the same place as the men. When she came out of the Chengrui Pavilion, the Crown Princess asked the people below her if the feast on the Crown Prince's side was over. The servants couldn't tell us what was going on, but the Crown Princess thought that the feast there must not have broken up as early as the one here, so she took the people with her and headed for the Floating Bi Pavilion.

When they reached the outskirts of the pavilion, they could see from afar that the pavilion was still lit up and there was a faint sound of music coming from there. The Crown Princess chose a place to stand and sent someone to ask the Crown Prince for instructions. Not long after, the man came back. "In reply to the Crown Princess' words, His Highness has already left." "Gone?" "Yes, just left not long ago, saying that Su Feng Yi is about to give birth and His Highness has gone back to the East Palace."

The Crown Princess was wondering how she was about to give birth when the month had not yet arrived, when suddenly a person pounced up from behind and knelt in front of her.

It was Fu Dong.

"Crown Princess, help!"

[just-walk-around]

Fics that treat Orochimaru madness being something that grow up with time is absolutely delicious, if the disaster trios ask the ninjas and the civilians they would tell them he is crazy and cruel he betrayed his home and hurt his allies his existence bring shame to Konoha, he was a war hero and a now is a traitor.

But he was more than that He was mischievous, a genius, always searching for more knowledge, because he don't like being surprised (in the battlefield that means death) he was a orphan, he was alone, Konoha was his home, he was a proud shinobi so he would protect it with his life (he doesn't have anything else) he was a friend ( a brother to a stupid loyal boy and a strong rambunctious girl).

He was a scientist, he was always curious, knowledge is the best weapon to have so he search for more, a healthy body was necessary for fighting plus disease is easiest to get in war times and the amount of dead because of injuries will have been high so medicine interested him too his studies probably help the advance of Konoha, hell he and tsunade would have worked together in the creation of better healthcare and medicine.

In a lot a fics they portrayed him as a pariah like Naruto, and makes sense considering his looks and how paranoid people can be. Too beastly, too wrong a monster in making.

His desire of knowledge for preparation become a desire for power, his desire for healthy body become a desire for a perfect body, if people don't see him as one them why he should do it? People become specimens to use in his slowly twisted experiments.

What about the three people that were by his side since the beginning?, the third hokage was the closest thing to a father he had, jiraiya was his brother and tsunade his sister. He failed them even before his madness started so why he should care?, at least in his mind was like that, nawaki was his responsability he should have been more careful and now he is gone (he could make better, he could bring him back, tsunade would stop his self destruction path she would become the greatest kunoichi like she wanted, even if he is never forgiven he would be satisfied knowing that she is doing better) if he was stronger if he was normal if he wasn't weird and wrong sarutobi will have taken his side he will have given him the honor of becoming hokage, but he wasn't enough ( his father don't want to put that weight in his shoulders and knew that people will only saw as favoritism, he will be ostracized more feared more, Minato was charismatic and smart with Orochimaru helping him the village would have been safe and little by little he would have shown them that no matter what he was a proud citizen of Konoha, his son will have been happy if they just have treated him like one) jiraiya was a idiot his opinion not matter at all (it was like looking a mirror, a lost lonely boy searching for greatness and glory, giving mind and body protecting a home that never wanted him in first place, if he have let him know if they have talked before he crossed the line things will have different, because jiraiya would have understood he would have help him even if mean dragging his body to the light using only his teeth)

He hate all of them ( he loved the so much)

They left him behind first ( they don't know he was drowning i)

This is the path he chose ( it's too late to go back)

He is happy (maybe if he lives enough he would found something worth of living)

Sasuke want to get power not for revenge, if not because he is scared of itachi taking away his family again (deep down want to know why his beloved brother change so much) so if he have to become scum to protect the people that he loves more than anything in the world that is fine for him ( his brother though the same, the Uchihas may be cold but their love burn as the sun itself) and he goes to Orochimaru and see a lost boy that tried it too hard to be loved, see a genius overlooked working too hard, see a a man full of guilt trapped in the past. And he decide to save him not matter how much he hurts him not matter how much he lashes at him not matter how bad it gets because he also see a scared boy that not knows who he is anymore.

And I am divided how that goes because you can't save everybody.

Did Orochimaru go back, to pay for his crimes be serving the town all his life?

Did he refuses to the bitter end, dying alone, becoming another monster under the bed?

In a way of another Naruto will make sure that this story is never repeated. Children should grow safe, children should be healthy, children should live past their twelve, children deserve happiness, and if a hokage can't do it then don't deserves to be one.

[stitch1830]

tw: selfharm

this might be really triggering so i understand if you don't want to answer and im really really sorry in advance :((

so,, thoughts on toph self harming and kanto finding out?

oh, and he taking care of her after??

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask! I don't mind answering this question, although I don't typically have many headcanons revolving around this. But! I love a good headcanon conversation, so I'm happy to answer questions.

Content Warning: Discussion of Self-Harm

I feel like for this situation, Toph would likely self-harm before she was in a relationship with Kanto, maybe kept it a secret from him if possible. I think that Toph would probably justify this by saying that this is just how she deals with stress or that it's something she does and has always done. It's become a habit and even when things are good, she feels the urge to self-harm. When things are bad, it's a given.

When Kanto finds out, he's heartbroken to know that this is something she feels the need to do. Part of him wants to scream and yell and hold her in his arms until she stops this, but he knows that won't help matters. I think he would try to approach the situation with small questions to gently prod her. Just to get an idea of why she' s doing this to herself. I feel like Kanto wouldn't rest until he helped Toph stop, mostly because he's so in love with her and he can't stand the idea of his favorite person in the world hurting herself.

I can see him sitting on the bed with her, gently cleaning her injuries, applying medicine and ointments onto her scars, placing bandages. He's very careful and gentle not to hurt her and I think Toph would be really quiet during all of this. She'd probably be surprised to know that there's someone that would take this much time to tend to her and her wounds, and she's rather speechless. Kanto would ask her if there are other places that he should work on, and when she shakes her head, I can see him placing a soft kiss on her forehead and laying with her. If it's too early for bed, he'd make her some food and a cup of tea, and they'd talk about all the little things in their day. Maybe at some point they talk about her self-harming or other deep topics, but for now, they're just enjoying the fact that time is slowing down and the world is a little less hectic in her bedroom, and they soak that in. They just sit and eat and talk and enjoy each other's presence, and I think that would become their routine. Kanto would come over more often and would help her with her wounds, address any new ones, make her food and tea, and just stay with her through the night.

I feel like Toph would ask Kanto why he keeps coming over or staying the night, but when it's apparent that he's not going anywhere, she just... accepts this new routine.

And after a while she gets used to it, and she likes it. More than any of her other routines she used to have.

And... that's all I got! Thanks for the ask, Anon! If you have any more questions, feel free to stop by my asks. Always love answering questions, even if it takes me an eternity to get through my inbox lol.

Thanks again for the ask, and I hope you have a great day!

......

Send me asks about ATLA or LOK! :D

[doctortonytchopper]

But see the thing is -

If that was the mushroom the 20 MDs were looking for -- maybe Blackbeard went to Drum because they were researching devil fruits.

Because there is a clear distinction of science in the setup of the story - the robotic style, and the medical style. Arguably Chopper is just as advanced of a scientist as Franky is, but their knowledge has barely any overlap. And it seems like generally - medical knowledge seems maybe a bit more frequently disseminated.

I mean at least - where Queen was a top scientist in both those areas. He was competing with Judge and working with Vegapunk, but he was also fucking around with diseases. If the assumption is that he was about as good at both - Franky maybe could compete with him in the field of robotics, maybe even best him, but that's not something I would feel confident asserting one way or another without a more deep dive.

But chopper utterly FUCKED him, I mean absolutely destroyed his "super advanced" disease AND THEN SOME, in like 20 mins with his Chopperphage. I mean lbr inventing a disease isn't even half as hard as inventing a cure, and Chopper did that in a way that our world's medicine is barely starting to figure out how to do.

So say the 20 MDs were like, just about as good at medicine as Kureha and Chopper, and Chopper's a fucking BEAST at medical science probs at least on par with if not surpassing Franky in his own field (im biased bc uhh check the url. Im sorry...i own up to it at least lol) and Franky's keeping up with Vegapunk enough to be using his ideas and inventions. So the 20 MDs are probably doing some crazy stuff.

"So who cares? I thought Vegapunk was doing all the most advanced devil fruit stuff?"

Yes...in the realm of robotics. What about the medical science realm?

Why was Blackbeard on Drum Island? Why was he there immediately after getting the dark dark fruit, with Ace on his tail? It was just a couple of months before the strawhats land. Then they grab chopper and carry on, and meet up with Ace in Alabasta a few days later.

A few days after that, Ace catches up to Blackbeard - who is already planning to capture Luffy and turn him in so he can become a warlord.

And I'm starting to understand what the fuck Wapol is doing back in the story, why his Wapometal has been interwoven so much throughout the story.

Wapol specialized in consuming two things, and then combining them without destroying either, making the resultant thing a stronger, more durable, more versatile combination of both things. Using his devil fruit.

And say his team of 20 highly expert scientists were furiously dedicated to a single focus: devil fruits; specifically one that could "cure all diseases", which Kureha helps us understand is only possible by being a doctor good enough to be able to know *many* different skills and be able to apply them as needed; and say these doctors got a chance to study how Wapol's fruit worked. And say they used that chance to see if there was a way to combine devil fruits - to give someone versatile skills to use when needed.

And say someone stole that research, as of yet untested, and tried it out on themself. What was it Shiryu said at Marineford while Blackbeard was under that cloth with Whitebeard's body? "What happens if this doesn't work? Do we disband?"

And I mean. Why is Wapol where he is right now? He's literally in the PERFECT narrative location to be able to give us exposition on all of this, I mean he's literally in big news Morgan's blimp with fuckin vivi. Cmon. His presence is BEGGING to be asked about it. An accidental overhearing some news about BB and a like "oh oough that guy that stole my devil fruit combo research >:(" from Wapol and then a "HE FUCKING WHAT?? YOUR FUCKING WHAT??????" from literally anyone in proximity and we're off to the fucking races, just SAYING

And what was it Luffy to Sanji said while carrying Nami up the mountain? "I heard at a bar in my hometown that people from snowy places don't sleep". Obviously Teach was rumored not to sleep since at least that time when Oden joined the Roger pirates. But Hiriluk saw his cherry tree around the time of the God Valley incident, so I don't think it's impossible that there was some sort of connection there.

Idk man I was just tossing jokes out abt this arc but I'm buggin out about drum arc more and more every time I think about it or watch it lmfao

[sadowlswriting]

I'm not sure if it's because I'm older now and I'm not really a kid anymore, but nothing has changed.

Holidays and events that come every year aren't fun anymore. I can't stand birthdays my own or someone else's, I'll celebrate someone's if their excited but I don't want to celebrate my own, i find it unnecessary and pointless when I don't see the fun in it anymore and my family fail to understand that.

Easter. My family aren't religious but we still buy chocolate Easter eggs and decorate boiled eggs when we were young, but now I see no point in that either. I remember doing it when I was young, I remember feeling happy and having fun while doing it but i just don't think it would be the same now.

It's like when you get older a switch gets flipped and instead of seeing the world as this magical, colourful and vibrant place, all the colours of the world become dull like they've all been mixed with a light grey, the colours are still there but there saturation has been turned down.

When I was a child I would look at people and be able to find something to love in each and everyone of them, whether it was something in the way they looked or in how they did something it was easy too but having experienced that you can not love all people and have all people love you back, I now find it hard to find something to love in everyone, I've learnt that what people show in public isn't who they always are.

In the eyes of other people older than me, to them, I am still a kid and I should be doing kid things or at least things people my age do, like posting videos online that I think are funny that when I look back at in a few years I'll cringe at but deep down I'll still smile at the memory of how fun it was, that I should be going out with friends and do what people with friends do, I should be planning out my future and what I want to do, who I want to be, if I want children, if i want to marry and what kind of house I'll live in.

But they don't understand that I've forced my self to be more mature than the age I am, because I was scared of everything, I never had anything happen to me but I forced myself to see what everyone said I'm too young to understand. I was a child with curiosity bigger than I could handle.

I get life is supposed to be one big experience that at the end, you can tell stories to the people who care for you, or if you have grandchildren or you can give advice to someone whose younger and teach them not to make the same mistakes you did, and not get to the end of your life rethinking all the things that you should've done or that you regret.

And I know this getting long and it's a lot to read and not many people are probably going to take the time to read this, and that's okay. Really, it is. Nobody has to read everything they come across and I don't expect them too.

This world is better in terms of science, medicine is more advanced and people are able to live longer, and better quality lives yet there is still a lot more that needs time spent in researching. But even though we've progressed and evolved to make our chances of survival in this word better and easier this world is still going downhill, people are trying to help but its not working, wars are still happening and people are dying and suffering everyday, human rights are being taken away from the innocent when they've done nothing wrong, people are still looked down upon because of their race, gender, sexuality and disability. Instead of going forward were going backwards and I can't help but wonder why? What is happening? Is there any hope left? And should I even have any?

It is not hard to learn from the mistakes of the past, and I'm glad we're taught history so we can see what not to do, so we have sympathy for those that have been wronged and not let us to do the same but why are we failing so hard?

Are we not supposed to make this world better than we found it? Yet here we are destroying what is left of it. We're supposed to make life easier for the next generation, were supposed to make them feel safe not scared and not terrified that their life can be taken away from them within a millisecond.

I know its not my fault but I cant help but feel like I have to apologise, to all the people who have faced discrimation, who have watched war and murder happen in front of their very own eyes, who have had they're parents, children, friends or any other people they've loved taken away from them. This world is not fair and I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

-Owl.

[leviathans-watching]

Hello!im not sure if you have done this but is it okay if I request Obey me brotgers reacting to Female Mc having her 1st day period? Where its a hella painful-? Forgive my english-

Thank you in advance <:'))

mc on her period

includes: the brothers x/& fem!reader (cisgender, she/her pronouns)

wc: 1.3k | rated g | m.list | cross posted on ao3 | gn!reader version

a/n: i hope you enjoy!! this was very sweet to write and i simply adore the brothers. also, this has references to ftm!diavolo so don't like don't read (again, my blog is incredibly against transphobia of any kind so you will be blocked if you make a comment). my reqs are open so feel free to drop by to chat, leave feedback, or say hello! also in this belphie was never locked in the attic k thanks bye

please reblog!!

Groaning, you shift, but the pain in your uterus does not ease. Drawn by the noise, Levi appears in the doorway, brows furrowed in concern.

“MC?” he asks, stepping closer to you. You manage a weak smile though you think it may have come across as a painful grimace. “Are you sick? Why are you huddled on the couch with like-” he pauses, eyes flicking over you, “-five blankets?”

You’re still not super used to any of them, what with you only having been in the Devildom for a few weeks, but you figure there’s no need to mince words. Demons could handle a bit of vaginal bleeding, couldn’t they?

“I’m on my period,” you say, and he winces. Maybe they couldn’t. Steadying himself, Levi bites his lip.

“I’ve heard of that,” he eventually responds. “But like, I’ve never had any experience with it myself.”

You snort. “Really? I’m so surprised.”

Levi pouts a little at your sarcastic words and you apologize.

“Sorry. I’m warning you now- I’m going to be pretty bitchy for the next few days.” A particularly strong cramp hits and you curl in on yourself, contorting as if trying to get away from the pain. Nervously, Levi’s hands flutter over you as if he’s unsure what to do.

“How can I help?” he asks, and you groan.

“Painkillers. Chocolate. A heating pad. Things like that.”

Levi shakes his head. “I don’t- I think I’m way out of my depth.” Stepping back, he takes a deep inhale before hollering. “Satan!”

You wince at the loud noise and he gives you an apologetic look, but before either of you can say anything, Satan’s stepping into the room.

“What’s going on?” he asks, almost bored. “I was in the middle of something.”

Levi gestures to you. “She’s, uh, on her period, and I don’t know what to do.”

Satan eyes you up and down, accessing your state. You give him a little wave.

“What do you need?” he asks, and you repeat your list from earlier. He nods.

“Well, I know Belphie has a heated blanket and some heating pads,” he says, telling his chin. “And I’m sure Mammon’s got some kind of medication that’s safe for humans.”

You blanche. “Please don’t kill me with medicine my body’s unable to handle.”

Satan waves you off. “I wouldn’t be that irresponsible. Levi, you go get Belphie and I’ll deal with Mammon.”

Great. Now it’s turned into a whole Thing.

“But does someone need to watch her?” Levi asks, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m right here, ” you say. “And no, I can manage.”

The two split up, and you burrow deeper into your nest of blankets, closing your eyes. The first few days of your period were always the worst and you hadn’t exactly been prepared to rawdog it either. You were lucky you were carrying your backpack when you were transported down here, as it had a decent amount of menstrual products in it, but soon you were going to have to figure out how to get more. Maybe a witch would be able to help. Or you could probably order it off of Akuzon.

You hear someone entering the room and crack open an eye. It’s Levi, thankfully, with a blanket and heating pads in his arms. Trailing behind him is Belphie, who must have just been woken up, and Asmo, who clicks his tongue at you.

“Thank you for letting me use your stuff,” you say to Belphie, who watches you gingerly accept the blanket from Levi. “I really, really appreciate it.”

“It’s whatever,” he responds slowly. “I mean, like, you’re in pain, right?”

You laugh under your breath as you lean over to plug in the blanket, abdomen protesting. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Belphie looks like he wants to say more, but is interrupted by Satan, Mammon, and Beel, who’s holding something you can’t see.

“Here,” Satan says, handing you a bottle. “This should be safe for human consumption.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, rattling the bottle.

“Yes, you’ll be fine. And if not, Solomon can fix you up or something.”

“Super reassuring,” you snipe. “How many should I take.”

“Well,” Satan says. “How bad's your pain.” Your uterus decides to throw a fit then, sending you curling into yourself, eyes pricking with tears.

“Bad,” you gasp, and all of the boys eye you unsurely.

“Okay, take three pills then,” Satan directs, and you don’t even use water to swallow them down, that desperate for relief.

“Here,” Beel says hesitantly, holding whatever he’s got out to you. You take it, eyes widening as you read the label.

“Chocolate?”

“Satan said it might help,” he exclaims, and again, tears come to your eyes. Resolutely, you ignore them.

“Are you sure?” you ask. “I know how much you like your sweets.”

“Just take it before he changes his mind,” Mammon says, crossing his arms. “Seriously. He wouldn’t offer if he weren’t sincere.”

You look between the two of them, and when Beel nods, you bring the chocolate to your lap. “Thank you,” you manage, and Beel’s smile is like the sun.

“What else can we do for you?” Belphie asks, and you look around yourself.

“I don’t know. This is pretty much everything. Thank you all,” you say. “You didn’t have to give up your stuff for me.”

“It’s not a problem,” Satan replies. “It’s our job to make sure you’re comfortable here, after all.”

“And anyway,” Asmo interjects, raising his brows, “we know you’d do the same for us.”

Would you? As you look around at the brothers, the stupid, kind brothers, you know you would.

“Eugh,” Mammon says, interrupting the moment. “It’s gettin’ sappy in here. Anyway, doncha want to watch chick flicks or something?”

Laughing, you nod. “I guess so. Although I’m not familiar enough with Devidom media to pick something myself.” As you pull the blankets closer to you to make space for all of the boys, you listen to them squabble over the movie, heart warming. You were still unused to this place, these people, but surely they couldn’t be as bad as they tried to tell you they were if they were willing to come together to support you like this. As the movie is finally decided and all of the boys take their places, you drift off, finally free from pain. You feel comfortable and safe, and much, much better.

*

You melt into the light pressure on your scalp, waking up slowly. Titling your head back, still sleep-muddled, you see Lucifer peering down at you, hands still gently massaging your head.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers, and you look around to see all of the rest of them sleeping in various positions.

“That feels good,” you murmur back, sighing. “Like, really good. Where’d you learn to do this?”

“It always helps Diavolo when it’s his time of the month,” he answers nonchalantly, and your eyes snap open.

“He’s-”

Lucifer nods, cutting off your words. “Yes. And before you ask, he gave me permission to tell you when I went and got stuff. Actually, he all but demanded it. Said you should know you had someone to go to if you needed anything.”

That was a lot to process but Lucifer’s still moving fingers made it hard for you to concentrate. You weren’t worried about it or anything, anyway, just kind of grateful Diavolo had trusted you with such personal information. “Wait,” you eventually say. “Stuff?”

Lucifer nods towards a handful of grocery bags on the table. “Snacks and the like. More products.”

Overwhelmed by his, no, their thoughtfulness, you just gaze up at him. “Thank you,” you say. “Like, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he hums, like it was a given they’d do all of this for you. “Now you should go back to sleep. Take advantage of the peace and quiet.”

“I should do that,” you say, closing your eyes again. It seems like only seconds of Lucifer’s massage magic before you’re drifting again, incredibly touched. Maybe this whole Devildom thing wouldn’t be that bad.

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

[mistymilkweed]

I really liked your cg! 707 fic. Could you do another cg! 707 where his little gets sick and regresses smaller then they normally do. Preferably a male reader as smol? Thank you!

CG! 707 + Sick Male Regressor Reader

As the sun peaks through the curtains, you close your eyes tighter and curl up with your stuffie on instinct. You slowly open them again to sit up, looking out the window. You slept terribly, every part of your body aches, and you feel like those couple hours you got of sleep are nonexistent.

You also normally don't wake up this early, but you decide this will be the best sleep you get in a while. You crawl out of your bed and clutch your stomach in pain. Your mind is hazy, and you start to feel the biggest headache coming on.

As you exit your room, you know your Papa's probably still asleep. You advance towards his room, hesitate, and then crack open the door. He is still asleep, and you hesitate more.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" he asks tiredly. He rubs his eyes and reaches for his glasses on the nightstand. "Pumpkin? Everything okay?" His voice and face softens when he sees the pained look on your face.

Pointing to your stomach, you whisper, "Tummy 'urts."

Saeyoung sits up and opens his arms. "Aww, does it? Come here."

You slowly walk forward and drop into his embrace. You bury your face into the crook of his neck and take deep breaths. He rubs your back, and you relax into his embrace.

"My poor baby," he coos sweetly. His voice is still a little clouded by sleep. "How about I go get you some medicine, okay? Can you stay here for a minute?"

Shaking your head, your fingers wrap around the fabric of his gray cotton pajama top. "Papa. S'ay."

"Oh, baby boy. Okay, how 'bout this?" Saeyoung gets out of bed, and you whine with the loss of contact, but he instantly pulls you back into his arms, you on his hip. "Is this better, Y/n?"

"Mhm." You nod your head yes and wrap your arms around his side.

Saeyoung chuckles, and carries you down the stairs, keeping you on his hip. He gets to the medicine cabinet and shuffles around for what he's looking for, settling on a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. He examines the back of the bottle for a second, puts it on the counter, then grabs a plastic medication syringe.

"Papa just needs to sit you down for one sec, okay?" He doesn't wait for a response, setting you on the counter. He keeps a watchful eye on you while also opening the lid to the liquid medicine, putting the syringe in it to get the right amount. It isn't much, but to you it looks like it.

So when he comes back near you, you jerk your head away. "No!"

Saeyoung offers a smile. "Come on, Y/n, it doesn't taste that bad."

Still, you keep your head turned away. "Mm-mm!"

"Okay, then." He grabs the bottle of Pepto-Bismol, then a paper portion cup, pouring just the slightest amount of it in there. "Watch this." Once he's sure you're looking at him, he drinks it from the cup and suppresses the urge to cringe. "See? It's not that awful."

You skeptically look back at the plastic syringe that has less than a quarter of it filled. "Pwomis'?"

Saeyoung notices your voice seems more small. He only realizes now how young you've regressed, so he tries his best to be even more reassuring. "I promise! And hey, after you're done, I'll get you some nice soup made, we'll cuddle, and you can watch some cartoons. How does that sound, bub?"

Reluctantly, you nod. You watch as he puts the syringe in front of your mouth.

He then puts the syringe in your mouth, not by much, but enough so none of the medicine leaks out. Once you taste the strong mint-like taste on your buds, you instinctively try to spit it out, but your Papa gives you a look that tells you to not do that, even if you really want to.

Once you've swallowed it all with a grimace, you open your mouth to show him it's all gone.

"Good job, baby!" Saeyoung picks you back up. "Wasn't that bad, now was it?"

You huff in disagreement, which causes him to laugh, kissing your temple. He carries you into the living room and sits you on the sofa, then grabs a bunch of blankets to swaddle you in. The last blanket he gets you swaddled in is the blanket he got for your birthday last year. You melt into the covers, even if your tummy is quietly raging.

Saeyoung smooths back some of your hair with the palm of his hand. "Papa's gonna go get a thermometer. Be right back." He steps back into the kitchen, grabbing the thermometer from the cabinet and coming right back in. "Open up."

"Mm," you whine again, but do so. You have to be reminded to put it under your tongue by him, but it goes off fairly soon.

He carefully pulls it back out and his brows scrunch together in worry when he sees the result. He beeps it off, sets it on the coffee table, and kisses your brow this time. "Are you feeling hot or cold?"

It doesn't take you long to reply with a quiet, "Nuh."

"Alright. I'll go make you some soup. If you need anything, I'll be right in the kitchen. Try to get some sleep, sweetie." With one last kiss to your head, he's out of the room, but grabbing a small trash bin and placing it next to you just in case.

When he comes back, he notices you huddled to the side of the couch instead of the middle like earlier, and your face more flushed. It sends panic running down his spine.

"Baby? How're you feeling?" he asks worriedly. He sets the bowl of tomato soup on the coffee table next to the thermometer. He feels your head with the back of his hand.

Looking up at him with hazy eyes, you say nothing, instead fighting to get your hands out of the blankets to make a grabby motion at him, silent words for 'pick me up'.

Saeyoung clicks his tongue in sympathy, grabbing one of your hands. "Let's get something in you first, sunshine. Let me feed you." He picks the spoon up and blows gently on it, then keeps his hand hovering beneath it as he brings it to your lips.

You let him feed you, and take each spoonful with a small smile you don't know you even have. But your Papa notices it, and it makes his heart melt.

Once he gets the sense you don't want any more, he puts the spoon back into the half-empty bowl and pushes it to the side, so there's more room in case he needs to put anything else on the table. "Feeling sleepy, Y/n?" he questions lovingly.

"Mm." You make a grabby gesture with your hands again, and he chuckles and takes you back into his arms, sitting on the couch with you.

Both of you stay like that for awhile, you letting him rock you back and forth and rub circles in your back in a comforting motion. He pauses, and asks, "Want me to get your paci, honey?"

You giggle for the first time that day and nod. "Pwease."

Saeyoung's heart clenches with adoration. "Of course, Y/n. Anything for my baby." He leaves one last time, and when he comes back, he has not only your pacifier, but your favorite stuffie, too. "Delivery for the baby boy has arrived!"

"Not a baby," you respond, but you're still grinning as he tucks the stuffie in your arms beneath the blankets that you are cocooned in, and puts your pacifier in your mouth.

"Let me just..." Saeyoung pulls you into his lap, then stretches over to grab the remote that's on the arm of the chair. Once he has it, he goes to Disney Plus and hums in thought of what movie he should play. "Does Lilo and Stitch sound good, baby?"

"Mhm," you murmur around your pacifier, leaning your head against your Papa's chest and closing your eyes contently.

He chuckles again. The sound vibrates through his chest and gives you a sense of comfort, especially hearing the steady thumps of his heartbeat. He massages your scalp, and you melt, only opening your eyes when you hear the familiar movie start to play.

There's nowhere else you'd rather be.

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Amoreena | chapter thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluff like unbelievably fluffy!

word count: 6.1

here's the playlist for the fic, the last song in the playlist if looped will lead right into Amoreena at the beginning and it works pretty well timing-wise if you like to listen while you read !!

from the beginning <3

All their bags were packed by Friday morning, Y/N and Amoreena waking up extra early with excitement for the weekend ahead of them, and they didn’t even know what was going to happen yet.

Y/N made sure everything was packed and ready for a 3rd time on Saturday morning, right before they left on the trip; making sure they had sunscreen and aloe vera, all her medicine and ginger ale by the pack for her random bouts of morning sickness that lasted all, day, long... And their dresses and his suit hanging behind the driver's seat, beside Amoreena, they all piled into Y/N’s car and took off down the road on their adventure.

Amoreena was awake for the first half of the 9-hour trip, singing like crazy as they drove through Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York, it was so amazing she couldn’t stop cheering the whole time. It was more than she’s ever seen before, even though they lived so close to New York, she’s never been through it before.

Once they arrived in Rhode Island, Spencer pulled over at the closest gas station to make sure the girls were all prepared and ready for the big surprise he had for them. They filled the car, used the restroom and bought some lemonade before getting back into the car, he turned in the driver's seat to see Amoreena and Y/N better, looking at their wide eyes memorizing the calmness in their faces before he told them.

He didn’t want them to freak out too much, he was worried about Y/N’s blood pressure and how loud she might scream and any stress that a situation like this could put on her body. He’s seen how people react to Taylor Swift, he just didn’t know how they would.

“Now, I'm only telling you so you don't freak out," he repeated the same worry she had when she broke the news of the baby, "I didn’t have to rent a place on the water because my friend lives up here, so we’re going to stay in her guest house,” he explained it simply.

“Rossi's wife?” Y/N asked, confused about who it could be and if she knew this woman yet.

“No, actually I think you might know her, her name is Taylor?”

“No,” she shakes her head furiously, “no, nope, there's no way you did this, Spencer Walter Reid I am not kidding I’m going to pass away if I see her.” She's holding both her hands in fists as she tries to stay calm, closing her eyes quickly before letting out a deep sigh.

“Taylor who?” Amoreena yells, undoing her seatbelt and standing between their seats, she almost jumps into his lap as she leans over and grabs a fistful of his shirt, “Taylor WHO?”

“Go get in your seat and I’ll show you,” he teases, watching her follow orders and get back in the seat as quickly as possible, shouting at him to drive the second he hears the seatbelt click again.

Y/N is completely speechless for the next 20 minutes of the drive, eyes wide and a hand on her stomach as she stares out the front window. She’s like a statue, not able to hear anything Amoreena is saying but that doesn't stop her from going on and on with her stories.

“Mom!” She’s finally able to break her out of the haze, “pass me your phone!”

“Yeah,” she doesn’t even question it, handing her the phone back to the antsy 7-year-old so she could continue her internal panic.

They see her house on the hill as they approach, “holy shit,” Y/N whispers as Amoreena turns on the last great American dynasty, knowing exactly where they were going.

Taylor asked for his licence plate number and car model when they were emailing, letting her gate guy know to let Spencer right in so he could keep it a secret. But they knew the house, there was no point in not telling them. Y/N looked a little relieved that he gave her the time to freak out alone and not as soon as they crested the hill.

Her driveway felt never-ending as they got closer and closer, Amoreena was still in disbelief as she squealed in the back seat, hands flailing as she tried to calm the excitement inside her body with her favourite stim.

Then Taylor walked out into the front yard and Y/N was a mess. Crying as she waved her hand in front of her face, not wanting to be a mess in front of Taylor fucking Swift, “I told you nothing crazy! How did you do this?”

“Yes, but I said 'define crazy’ and you didn’t,” he reminds her with a cheeky smile.

She shoves him, “I didn’t think you could do this?!”

Once they’re parked the door automatically unlocked, and as much as spencer hated that non-safety feature, he's glad Amoreena can get out quickly before she's screaming bloody murder. Amoreena is out the door and in Taylor’s arms faster than they’ve ever seen her move, she should be a track star. It almost knocks Taylor to the ground as she takes her in, holding the sweet little girl against her chest with the biggest smile on her face. Amoreena snuggles right into her, with a hand on her cheek and her other arm wrapped behind her neck. She couldn't be any closer to her, it was like she was her favourite relative who she hasn't seen in a while.

Amoreena is talking her ear off already by the time Spencer’s helping Y/N out of the car and walking her to Taylor, she’s holding his hand like she’s going to pass out or something, “and this is my mom Y/N and my dad Spencer but somehow you know him already,” Amoreena introduces her.

“Hi, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you, Spencer's told me a lot about you.” Taylor’s sweet voice saying her name alone makes her stutter out a bunch of nonsense, not to mention the fact Spencer's been talking to Taylor fucking Swift about her.

Amoreena moves out of the way for Taylor to wrap her up in a hug, and Y/N cries harder than he’s ever seen on her shoulder, “thank you,” is all she can say, it’s frightening to Amoreena at first to see her mom cry like that but she knows her mom just loves Taylor like family.

What she doesn’t know is just how much Taylor saved her life. If she didn’t have someone to listen to, someone to take the pain and replace it with hope, she wouldn’t be here and by default neither would Amoreena. Spencer owed everything to Taylor swift at this point, she was a blessing in his life that he took for granted. Not realizing until that moment just how much she meant to him as well now.

“Sorry,” Y/N finally says as she pulls off her, “I’m pregnant, I can’t help it.”

Taylor’s hands fly right to her stomach, “holy crap, you never told me that she’s pregnant in your emails, oh my god!” She’s genuinely so happy for them, “how far along are you?”

“6 weeks on Sunday,” she smiles, feeling like herself again even though it’s incredibly strange to be telling Taylor before her parents even knew. “No one really knows, it’s all very new but when you know, you know… y’know?”

For a woman with an English language degree, she sure knew how to make a sentence, all of them laughing at the words she chose, but they understood.

“We should have used paper rings!” Amoreena yells, holding her hand over her eyes in disbelief as she shares her head with a sigh, she couldn’t believe she forgot that song existed.

It made Taylor laugh, scooping the little one up in her arms and starting the walk inside.

“Well come on in, I’ve got a big lunch spread ready for us and then we can go to the beach for the ceremony whenever you want this weekend, does that sound good?” Taylor is beyond excited to make new friends, much like Amoreena, they got along famously.

“Where are the cats? Do they live here or in LA or Nashville?” Amoreena changed the topic in the form of a yes and proving just how much she knew about Taylor.

“They’re here, Olivia and Benjamin will probably find us soon, Meredith isn’t very open to new friends now that she’s an old lady,” Taylor explained as she set Amoreena down in the entryway, bending down to be at her level and pointing off into the living room, “oh, see, there one is!”

Amoreena saw one of them laying on the floor under a sunny spot, running to it and petting it gently, “hi Benjamin, I loved you in the ME video,” she whispers as she pets him, making Taylor swoon.

“She’s amazing,” Taylor swooned, “I can’t wait to have one.”

“You should!” Y/N agreed, reaching to take Taylor's hand on impulse, and Taylor held it back with a smile, “oh that would be so wonderful, I can just imagine the beautiful stories you’ll create when you discover what it’s like to love someone how your mom loves you.”

Taylor’s smile was priceless, "that's the best way to think about it," she beamed at Y/N the way Spencer did, she had that effect on people. They followed her into the dining room, taking a seat near each other and digging into all the food Taylor made for them.

“Ah,” Amoreena said as she finally joined them, sitting on her knees on Taylors nice antique chairs. “Shark coochie,” she whispers the words to herself, not able to stop her mind from repeating it, but still not wanting Taylor to hear it in case it was inappropriate. She was incredibly well-mannered for someone who had a hard time reading social queues.

“It’s a hard word to say,” Taylor agreed, making her feel less awkward. Spencer may have told her about her autism in advance, wanting his little girl to be respected by everyone she met, for who she truly was, “my mom called it a coochie spread once, actually, she's going to be over tomorrow for father's day.”

"Yes! Oh, I love Andrea," Amoreena laughed at how cool this day was, smiling at Taylor the way she smiled at him that first morning at breakfast like she just found yet another person to love. “You’re so wonderful, Taylor.”

“Oh, thank you, you're pretty enchanting yourself,” she smiles, “I take it you’ve known about me for your whole life?”

“Yep,” she smiled, reaching for a chocolate-covered strawberry and taking a huge bite, covering her mouth before she continued, “I was born a month after Red came out, November thirteenth, it really is a lucky number now, mom says so at least.”

“It is!” Taylor agreed with a smile, “I have some markers, do you want to wear matching 13’s today?”

“Mom, can I colour on my hand?” She turns so fast Spencer thinks she’ll get whiplash.

“Yeah, go for it!” She agrees, spreading cream cheese on a croissant and layering tomatoes on top, definitely pregnant.

So Taylor gets a marker and both their left hands now have matching numbers. Amoreena asks to take a million photos, eventually just taking Y/N’s phone from her, permanently, to take photos of all her favourite things around the house.

She runs off with the cats at a certain point, giving Y/N a chance to thank Taylor without tiny ears listening in. “Can I get really emotional and tell you how much you mean to me or is that too weird for our first chat?”

“Not weird at all, knowing you’ve used my music to raise that beautiful child makes me love you just as much, I’d love to hear why you picked me, of all musicians, to show her how to love,” Taylor replies, as regal and kindly as humanly possible.

“My first fiancé, Stephen, he was actually like an angel and our first kiss was quite literally in the rain, but he passed away in 2010,” she explained it with a smile so Taylor knew it wasn’t a touchy subject anymore, “I bonded with Fearless in a way I can’t even describe to you, it’s my life, he was my superstar, and white horse, I mean come on, I can’t tell you how many times I cried to that after he died but it helped me not feel alone. I wouldn’t be who I am without Fearless, and then Speak Now was there for me when I needed a good cry, Last Kiss really broke me but it wasn’t until Lover came out that I realized I could find someone again, and it’s always just like you released things as I needed them like you were helping me through all the bad things,” she’s never even told Spencer all this, it was special to him that he got to give her this moment.

“When you re-released it with the vault songs, I met Spencer literally a month later. I cried my eyes out to you all over me, but That’s When makes me think of Spencer and now the whole album has a new memory in my heart that’s better. It's just like why you re-released it, to replace the bad things that happened that took all the happiness out of something you cared so much about." Y/N took a second to breathe, shaky as she got to the end of her rant that she seemed to have prepared in the 20 minutes before she had to talk to her.

"I love you, honestly. You’re my best friend and you didn’t even know me then, but you’ve held my hand through it all, so thank you,” she cried a little, holding her belly with one hand as she tried to hold the tears in.

Taylor was out of her chair and in Y/N’s arms within seconds, crying into her arms as she held her. She rubbed Y/N’s back as she cried too, “I’m so sorry that happened, but I’m glad I could be there.”

“Do you want to be this baby's godmother?” She asks on impulse without even asking Spencer if he’s okay with it, he was, it made him laugh.

“Eleonora Taylor Reid,” Spencer says from across the table, making them both turn to him with wide eyes.

“Yes,” Y/N agrees fast, “that's the name if it’s a girl, if it’s a boy he can be Taylor as well?”

“Holy shit,” Taylor smiled wide, “yes, I want to come to visit the farm and buy them baby gifts and throw you a baby shower! I inadvertently helped make them so it’s only fair.”

“Hopefully she gets your voice too, Y/N,” Spencer adds and Y/N shoots him a panicked glance, “it’s the Taylor legacy to be a good singer.”

“You can sing?” The question Y/N feared coming past Taylor's lovely vocal cords, almost on queue.

Y/N can't help but glare at spencer, he had too many tricks up his sleeve and she was at her limit.

“Yes,” Y/N finally answers, “I was going to go to theatre school, but I switched to become a Librarian, I’m not good with crowds or competition and that's basically what the industry depends on. I like the quiet, telling stories on paper is just as easy as singing it to a crowd.”

“That's fair,” Taylor agreed, “would you and Amoreena like to sing some song with me? I have my guitar or the piano? I’m not used to having new friends over without sharing at least 1 song with them. I’m sure you’ve seen my listening parties?” She was really trying to convince her to sing, Spencer knew why and what she had planned.

Amoreena came running in then, “I can play piano too, can we do the long live new year's day from the tour movie?” She rests her hands on Taylor's arm, looking up at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, come on,” she says taking Amoreena’s hand and rushing into the piano room. “Here, we’ll record it too,” she offered, setting her phone up on the music stand to capture the moment forever.

They sat side by side on the bench, Amoreena showing her how she could play the opening perfectly and surprising Spencer. He knew they had a piano at home, he’s just never seen her play it before.

“She has perfect pitch,” Y/N bragged, “she can play a song after hearing it once.”

“Really?” Spencer had no idea, unbelievably proud of her as he listened to her play.

She’s quietly playing the intro to Long Live as Taylor watches, joining in with the harmony of New Year's Day, “this one reminds me of my mom and dad.”

“Does it?” Taylor coo’s, smiling at her softly as Y/N tries not to cry beside Spencer.

“They’re the knight and the princess of our kingdom,” she explained before the two of them started singing the words together, like they always have, only Taylor was beside her and not just on the TV.

“I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind, the time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in the stands went wild,” Amoreena’s tiny voice lead-in, fearlessly as she played away.

“We were the Kings and the Queens, and they read off our names, the night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same... You held your head like a hero, on a history book page... It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age,” Spencer couldn’t help but cry as she sang with Taylor.

This was on the concert movie, he showed her after school, this song came on and she was silent, listening to the words as she stared at him and then back at the TV. Her mind was connecting little dots, making a story about her mom and dad being the king and the queen, it all made sense now.

“Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, I was screaming long live, all the magic we made and bring on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid,

Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you, I was screaming long live, that look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders, one day, we will be remembered,”

Their fingers moved in sync on the keys as they harmonized almost perfectly, she wasn’t kidding about Amoreena having perfect pitch. She knew all the words and sang them almost louder than Taylor.

“And hold on to spinning around, confetti, falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall…”

The piano changes, the cords softer as they move into a new song, smiling at her mom and dad like she knew something. She had no idea what happened the night of the fake wedding, just that they had a party without her.

“And hold on… To spinning around… Confetti… Falls to the ground…”

Spencer wraps his arms around Y/N then, resting his chin on her shoulder as they sway to the tune, she’s barely whispering the words beside him as she smiles as her baby.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before, but… Don’t read the last page, but I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared and you're turning away. I want, your midnights, I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

Y/N’s hands rest on top of Spencer’s, she squeezes them three times, right before the next lyric.

“You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I’ll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home,

Don't read the last page, but I stay, when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes. I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on, to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the two of them chanting along with Taylor in beautiful harmony, Spencer felt like he was in heaven among the angels, but for real this time. “And I will hold on to you…”

The piano is so soft, it’s just Amoreena’s fingers hitting them as Taylor goes silent, letting her take the lead with a soft smile, “Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere. Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere.”

They stop for just a moment for Amoreena to smile up at Taylor, just like the break in the concert, “I really do love you,” she reminds them all before playing again.

“We love you, too, sweet girl,” Taylor replies for them using the same nickname for her because it was the truth. She was the sweetest girl, that Amoreena.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor. You and me forevermore, don't read the last page, but I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes and I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the girls all chant together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm before taking different parts in the song like they’ve planned it before.

“And Long live,” Taylor takes the one song, while Amoreena takes the other.

Please don't ever become a stranger…

The walls we crashed through..

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…

I had the time of my life

Please don't ever become a stranger…

With you…

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…"

Amoreena plays the rest, smiling wide at the best day of her life. Meaning every single word she’s saying. “And Long live, the walls we crashed through. I had the time of my life… With you…” Amoreena ends with a few extra notes, making Taylor smile as she held her in a side hug.

She turns back to the piano then, starting to play Amoreena by Elton John. “No way..” Y/N gasps, before getting ready to sing along with all the confidence in the world, alongside Taylor Swift of all people.

“It’s just that; Lately, I've been thinking, how much I miss my lady, Amoreena's in the hayfield, brightening the daybreak,” Taylor changes some of the words, much to Y/N surprise.

“Livin’ like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child! And when it rains, the rain falls down… washing out the cattle town… and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown… And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean… Laughing, fit to burst, upon each other…”

Y/N turns to Spencer then, singing to him softly as she wraps her arms around him and sways her hips to the song, pressing against him like they were in the movie Dirty Dancing, something she’s always wanted to do, clearly, with the smile on her face as she sings.

“I can see you sittin’, eatin’, apples in the evenin’. Fruit juice, flowing slowly, slowly, slowly down the bronze of your body. Livin’, like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child.”

Amoreena’s voice was the loudest in the chorus, this was her song after all. She belted it out like it was made for her.

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! And she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by! When we would lean, laughing, fit to burst upon each other…”

Spencer knew the words as well, who didn’t? It was Elton John's best song. He hugged Y/N, snuggling into the crook of her neck as they twirled in Taylor Swift's living room, swaying with her, forgetting they weren’t alone for a moment.

“Oh, if only I could nestle, in the cradle of your cabin. My arm's around your shoulder, oh… The window wide and open, while the swallow and the sycamore, whoa! Are playing in the valley. Oh, I miss you, Amoreena, like the king bee misses honey!”

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean! Laughing, fit to burst upon each other, oooh!”

Amoreena and Taylor playing the iconic piano solo together, Y/N can’t help but move in closer to watch over her little girls shoulders.

“Lately, I've been thinking… How much I miss my lady… Amoreena's in a cornfield, brightening the daybreak. Livin’, like a lusty flower! Runnin; through the grass for hours! Rollin��� through the hay, woah! Like a puppy, like a puppy, child…” Y/N’s voice loud enough to be on the recording Taylor was making as the song ended.

Taylor stopped it then, just as Y/N swore, “holy shit, that was the coolest thing that’s ever happened in my whole life.”

“Mom,” Amoreena looked at her like she broke the law or something, “you don’t swear in front of her…” she mumbled.

Taylor laughed, wrapping her up in another hug, “have you heard champagne problems? It’s okay for big kids to swear here,” she teased her.

They laughed like they were family like they’ve been there before and were always meant to return. Something just clicked with them, and without a doubt, they’d be returning. Taylor Swift of all people slipped right into their little life, filling the shoes of big sister, best friend and coolest aunt in the world all in one day.

It was the most perfect afternoon.

—

Just before the sunset, they all changed into their wedding attire. Meeting out on the beach for their small, extremely intimate wedding ceremony with miss Taylor Swift. Getting it out of the way so they could have the whole weekend for whatever Taylor had planned for them. She said she had a few surprises up her sleeve still.

They filled out all the paperwork required on Taylor's kitchen table beforehand, she had all the right documents from when she registered to ordain online. All they had to do was submit it at town hall and they’d be legally married.

But it didn’t matter to them, this was enough.

Taylor and Amoreena stood side by side at a homemade arch on the beachfront that Taylor owned, waiting patiently for Spencer and Y/N to walk down the fake aisle, hand in hand. They couldn’t stop smiling as they saw Amoreena at the end, a big smile on her face as she bounced with excitement.

They reached the end, turning to each other, Amoreena took Y/N’s bouquet, it was her duty as maid of honour and best man.

“Spencer and I have been emailing for 2 weeks about today, he’s been filling me in little by little about you both as he got to know you, I’ve really gotten to see his love for you in the form of letters,” Taylor described with a large smile on her face.

Y/N looks at him with an open mouth, shocked as she shakes her head in disbelief at him. “You’re kidding, is she who emailed you when we had lunch 2 weeks ago?”

Spencer nodded with another cheeky smile, “she emailed me as you told me not to plan anything too crazy.”

Y/N just laughed at the insanity, “sorry Taylor, please continue.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed along, “it’s actually kind of interesting how Amoreena picked long live and New Year’s Day to sing because from what I’ve learned about you both, the intermission poem from that tour really was written for you, somehow. Almost like by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance…”

Y/n’s eyed do that thing they always do when she’s remembering something she’s heard before, finding the exact filing cabinet in her mind and opening it. She finds the words.

“When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk,” she starts the poem with a small nod, letting Taylor continue the monologue in the form of vows.

“When’s she crashed, her clothes disintegrated. And blew away with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends, family and lovers. When she looked around her skin was spattered with ink. Forming the words of a thousand voices, echoes she heard even in her sleep: whatever you say, it is not right. Whatever you do, it is not enough. Your kindness is fake. Your pain is manipulative.”

Y/N hasn’t watched the concert recently, unlike Spencer. She didn’t realize how much it sounded like them. Spencer, however, spotted the coincidences the second he heard it that night with Amoreena. Telling Taylor, explaining in detail how Maeve and Stephen were their personal last kiss storylines, but they’ve found a lover in each other. Cheesy, but it was the best way he could describe it.

“When she lay there on the ground she dreamed of time machines and revenge. And a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.”

She turned her attention to Spencer, replacing the pronouns to fit him for the next part, Y/N looked at him already knowing why, smiling as she made the connection in her mind.

“When he finally rose, he rose slowly. Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies. Wary of phone calls and promises, charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes.

When he stood, he stood with a desolate knowingness, waded out into the dark wild oceans up to his neck. Bathed in his brokenness. Said a prayer of gratitude, for each chink in the armour he never knew he needed.

Standing broad-shouldered next to him, was a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.

When they turned to go home, they heard echoes of new words: may your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice. And even louder: without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance… here.”

“What she said,” Y/N says with a quick giggle, leaning in as she laughs, taking him down in a giggle fit with her.

Amoreena’s lightly tugging on Taylor’s dress then, “you have to say it, please you can’t not say it, I had this planned out before I even knew you’d beee here…” she whispers like Taylor has any clue what she’s talking about.

Y/N just starts to shake her head with a smile, “I think she means the speak now bridge,” she reminds her.

“Ahh,” she smiles, picking Amoreena up to be at eye level with them all, she sings. “I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold, your, pee-E-eeace,” she sings it exactly like it is on the album, almost as if she’s been practicing to release it again…

“There’s the silence there’s my last chance, I stand up with shaking hands all eyes, on me,” Amoreena lightly signs right back. “Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you!”

Spencer laughs then too, smiling at his little girl living out the fantasy of a lifetime, seeing her mom dressed like a princess and marrying the broken knight with rusty armour, while Taylor Swift of all people holds her. Nothing about the life they had together felt real, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I think it’s only fair if I get a say in who marries my mom because I’ve known her the longest,” she adds, “and I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on this white veil occasion, but you happen to be the best dad in the whole world, so I think it’s cool that you love my mom.”

Y/N lets out a choked sob, she clearly had no idea that Amoreena was planning to say all that, but of course, she was. She knew all about every single Disney princess wedding, every fairytale ending and happily ever after, Taylor has helped her learn about love and vows and true feelings that cannot be stopped.

She knew what to say and she meant every word.

Spencer reaches out to take Amoreena from Taylor, holding her in his arms instead as Y/N snuggled in close to them, both his girls in his arms.

“I think it’s only fair I give some vows to you as well, I’m committing my whole life to this family, you should know how much that means I love you, too, Amoreena.” She snuggles in closer to his neck as she holds him back, Y/N’s head resting on his other shoulder.

“Till the day I die, I am going to be here for you: with unconditional love, with the best stories and the best morning cuddles. I don’t care if you pull me out of bed at 5 in the morning to feed the goats, or the chickens or just because you think the sun looks pretty and want me to see it too. I love you Amoreena, you’ve completed my life."

"Do you remember that day you asked me to be your dad?” his voice is so soft as he bumps her cheek with his nose.

She wipes her tears as she pulls away from his shoulder, overly emotional at the events of the day and extremely tired from the excitement she let out earlier. She nods softly, “I meant it.”

“I know honey,” he can’t help but start to cry a little as well, dropping his manly facade and being real with her. She deserved to see exactly what she meant to him, “I watched you pouring glitter glue all over that table, making the biggest mess ever, but it made me think… I had a hole in my heart for so many years, there was a part of me missing for so, so, so long, and then I found a little Eden by beautiful little kingdom, and the fairest lady in all the land took me in, and she patched up my broken heart with glitter glue.”

Amoreena tried to smile the tears away, sniffling as she tried to nod, “that's how I felt when you told me I could pick you to be my dad.”

Y/N was a sobbing mess, having to crouch down to her knees as she let it all out, steadying herself by holding onto Spencer’s leg like a child would at that height, “is she okay?” Amoreena worried.

“Your mom loves us so much, and the baby does too, so it’s making her a bit more emotional than normal,” he explains, wishing he could scoop Y/N up and hold her as well.

She wipes the tears from her face as she calms herself down and stands back up with help from Taylor, “thank you,” she manages to whisper to her with a smile.

She’s also been crying, watching the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. A family built on true love coming together, using her songs to form a bond that she’d never understand.

And she didn’t want to, some stories were best kept in families, to be sent down the line, generation after generation, to fall into the lap of someone like her one day and create a whole world with it.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband, wife and daughter, the royal Reid family,” Taylor’s voice is soft as she plays along with Amoreena’s fantasy land, hushed to match the moment as Spencer leaned in to kiss Y/N.

Amoreena doesn’t cry out in disgust this time, instead, resting her head on her dad's shoulder as she watched them peck each other's lips gently. Watching a fairytale happy ending unfold in front of her very eyes, blessed to be the result of this happy union.

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A/N: my anon is on now if anyone wants to come talk about the fic with me!! i love to share little hc's and things with you over here (also this was the original planned ending I wasn't going to continue past here but I'm probably going to write this for the next 10 years its too fun not to)

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[fakeloveaskblog]

Greetings from the void, Remington Siest, I have been summoned in your stead—

Oh, it's you! We've already met! Right! Uh, Remus's nonbinary demon friend again, this time coming from the shadowy corners in your room that you never look to. My apologies for that little scare, it's my day job you see, and someone else did summon me to you; old habits die hard, yadda yadda. How have you been? How are you liking that Raccoon plushie I sent?

Now, as for what's been requested of me *sounds of paper shuffling* hmm, ok, yeah, that's easy! Remus adores you, can confirm! Both him and Janus love having you as a friend and while I cannot speak on Remus'd behalf on the matter I can say that Janus is absolutely smitten with you (on a romantic sense) beyond a shadow of a doubt! He doesn't and will never only want you for your body, or leave you if you were to reject any advances he may yet put forth, so you can rest easy on that issue!

Oh. *hears what Remy has to say to their summoner before the message sents* Oh my. *starts to panic* Seems things are worse than I thought. I have. No idea what to say that wouldn't make this any worse! Where's the person who cheers you up and sents you nice text messages when you need it?! Ah, guess if they're not here this falls to me until they do get here? Uh, darn the timer's running out, um.

Remy… you are amazing and a great person and your friends love you for you, and you alone, not just your body, you! (Remus is ace for crying out loud!) Other than the obvious… now, we don't have time to unpack all of that, but…! *quickly sents a link to a social media app on Remy's phone* So. *John Mulaney voice* Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks and I would totally kill that guy for you!

(U!Virgil, emotional abuse)

Remy: "Oh girl I am loving the raccoon! I sewed him a lil like hoodie so now he like reminds me even more of my boyf. I have-"

They forced in a sharp breathe through their teeth while their whole body trembled from pain. The plushie was pressed close to their chest as they laid in bed. All the blinds were rolled down because any and all light would bring them a migraine right now.

"I haven't like....been doing too hot...I...It's like....a lot right now"

They took a few moments to really listen to your message. (How good that all demon messages came with an automatic playback function)

"...Jan does seem so sweet...and Rem makes me feel all warm...maybe you’re right" They buried their face into the soft fur of the plushie "I want Jan to like hold me like all the time. He's so soft"

(A part of them still felt doubt. Sweet guys had left them before. They tried to press the doubt deep deep down until they couldn’t hear it anymore)

"I really hope Jan like texts me about hanging out soon. Like shopping or eating at some resturant or like going out walking or whatever. I just wanna like talk to him. He seems like tots a good listener right? Would be like good to vent to I guess...I kinda want to...I trust him. I think....I shouldn’t vent....I shouldn’t”

The door opened. The small amount of light coming in made them whimper and hide down under the blanket. Virgil came in. He hunched down by the bed.

“You feeling any better?” 

“Bitch look at me. I’m dying more than a 70′s fashion trend!! Oh woe me!”

He kissed them on the nose before taking out a pill from one of the medicine bottles on their bedside table. Remy immediately tensed up.

If they took that pill then eventually the bottle would be empty and Virgil would have to pay for another and they wouldn’t have any way to make it up to him because they were useless and couldn’t work and could barely even be used properly and he would probably tell them himself how horrible of a burden they were and they were probably supposed to refuse or he would get mad and-

“You need it” He had a soft look in his eyes.

“I’m fine babe!” They spat out in panic.

Virgil grabbed onto their jaw and forced their mouth open. The back of their head got pressed down into the mattress. It hurt. They knew he would just sigh back how Everything hurt to them if they said anything. They grabbed onto his wrist to try and force him away, they couldn’t. He wasn’t strong but they were very weak. 

He pressed the pill down into the back of their mouth. “Swallow” He kept their mouth open until they did as told. “Good. Was that really hard” He muttered sarcastically.

Their whole body was still so tense it ached “Please babe you just sounded like a laughably pathetic daddy dom”

Virgil fiddled with his hoodie strings like he always did when he got flustered “I Uh didnt’ mean to. Gross. Eh. Dinner’s almost ready by the way”

“Don’t burn the stove down” They teased.

“Shut up you smartass” 

“You wish”

“Idiot” He said jokingly before kissing them. He left to check so the stove hadn’t actually burned down.

Remy painstakingly turned to look at you. They pressed the plushie closer. The medicine started to make them drowzy. It did that sometimes.

“My boyfriend doesn’t suck...he’s sweet. so sweet” They mumbled out “Most days he’s so sweet. Like today. And on bad days he just like doesn’t lie. He just says the truth..he gets so anxious about me leaving him....isn’t that like kinda romantic...him being so desperate for me to not leave he just...he just says stuff...and yells...and.....and it’s sweet. He’s so sweet”

They kind of wished Virgil would always be either sweet or honest. It made them so stressed to never know how they had to act. At least their dad never made them stressed like that. He was always angry. That made it easy

Remy gripped onto the stuffie harder. They hated when their brain made connections between his boyfriend and-

“He loves me. He just like loves me so much. All that stuff that sounds bad it’s either ‘cause he’s trying to make me stay, like I would leave or someting, or- or ‘cause it’s true”

....But....But they’d thought the whole thing about how no one else would want them except for their body was true...but if Janus didn’t....then it wasn’t true....Remy couldn’t help but wonder if-

The door opened again. Virgil came in with 2 bowls of black bean soup. The silly wondering was quickly forced away from their thoughts. 

He sat down on the bed next to them and set the bowls onto the bed table they had for bedridden days. He gently put his hands on their back and neck to help them sit up. When they whimpered he kissed them.

“I’m not hungry” Remy muttered.

“Beanie you are”

They could eat on their own but they didn’t say no when he used the spoon to feed them. It made them feel pampered and it made him feel needed. Double win.

“Babe this tastes horrible. just saying as like a warning” They said after finishing half the bowl.

“Like you could do any better” He pressed a playful kiss to their forehead.

“Oh yeah definitely! I just put the ingredient in! And then the like water! and then it’s done! Easy!!”

“Woooow. Wish I’d thought of that”

They smiled “Yeah that’s why you’ve got dick for brain. Bitch”

He simply snapped his finger into their forehead in reply “Wanna watch a horror movie?”

Remy got bored by horror movies and Virgil easily got anxious by them even though he loved them so really he was if they wanted to make out and cuddle to avoid looking at the film.

“You akready know I want to”

They didn’t look which movie he picked. They’d already cuddled up to his side and pressed their head to his chest. He moved his arms around them so he could eat his soup while the movie started.

It was so nice. They could hear his heartbeat through his hoodie. He was so sweet. They were so horrible.

They didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve it.

[stickswrites]

Keiko Aizawa: Origin “Her Shadows” (Chapter One)

It was the first day of classes at UA and I was less nervous than I probably should have been. I hadn't met anyone new from my class yet and I wasn't sure how well we would get along, not that I cared too much about making friends, but it's nice to get along with heroes you could work with in the future. You see, I got into the prestigious UA High School on recommendation from a few different pro heroes.

Allow me to back up for you. My name is Keiko Aizawa and I am a part of the 80% of the population that has a unique ability called a quirk. Mine is known as shadow manipulation and it does exactly as the name suggests, plus a few other things. I've been using it for years, training and pushing my limits so that I could be like my dad, the pro hero Eraserhead. He's not my biological dad, but he's more of a father than my real one. My biological parents are a story for another time.

Like I said, it was my first day of classes and the first day I would meet the rest of my classmates. I had to drag my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn in order to get to school on time and do my morning routine of going for a run and working out. I'm not exactly a gym rat because my social anxiety would actually manifest and kick my ass for making me go out in public to train, so Dad and I made a small at-home gym and training room so that we could both train, occasionally inviting my best friend over. I guess you could say my personality fits my quirk. I'm like a shadow in a room and lots of people don't notice me, which is fine by me. I don't want to be a pro hero like All Might, although I do respect him (who doesn't). I'd much rather be a hero like Dad, who stays out of the public eye as much as possible.

After I got out of bed, I walked sluggishly out of my room, petting my cat, Yuzuki, who was laying at the foot of my bed. I opened the door to the hallway and walked to the kitchen, where I figured Dad would already be waiting. Sure enough, there he was, sitting at the table and looking like he was half asleep, which he probably was. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that Dad and I were related by more than a name. We acted extremely similar and I even looked kind of like him after spending 8 years with him.

"Good morning," he said lazily, bringing his coffee to his mouth and taking a sip.

"If it was a good morning, I'd still be asleep," I retorted.

Dad snorted into his coffee as soon as I said that, but he composed himself again very quickly. I went about the kitchen looking for something to eat but didn't find anything. Guess we'll have to go grocery shopping sometime soon. I thought to myself. Instead, I poured myself a cup of coffee and grabbed a bag of chips that were definitely not meant to be eaten as breakfast. I was about to sit down across from Dad to eat when our two long-haired cats started circling around me and meowing, signaling that they were ready for their breakfast. Sighing, I set my breakfast down and poured their food into the designated bowls on the ground. I grabbed my breakfast again and sat down across from Dad.

"Are you still not going to tell me who my teacher is?" I asked for the millionth time since I found out I was accepted into UA.

"No," he responded. "You'll figure it out later today. Besides, you already know the majority of the teachers there."

"I know," I pouted while tossing a chip into my mouth. "But still, what's the point of having a dad who is a teacher at the school I'm attending, but not being able to know in advance who my teacher will be?"

"Maybe I should have just kept my job a secret then," he mused with a small smile on his face.

"Maybe you should have," I responded with a smile.

The rest of our breakfast was eaten with very few words exchanged. That's just how Dad and I were though. We didn't use a lot of words, so we showed our love with our actions instead. That's why he got me Yuzuki when I was eight years old. I had been bullied at school for my quirk and my eyes, which were obviously things I could control, and Dad happened to find Yuzuki, who shared a unique eye color with me, at a shelter. After that, I'd been bullied a few more times because of the scars I had on my face. There was an x-shaped one under my left eye and a vertical scar on the right side of my lips. The kids in my classes always found them unnerving. It was after those incidents that he finally pulled me out of public school and homeschooled me instead, which led to me hanging out around UA facilities a lot and meeting almost all of the teachers and faculty there.

"Are you ready for today?" Dad asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"I will be after I go for a run," I responded with a smile. "I don't want to get lazy just because I was accepted into the UA Hero Course. Also, Mako is coming over to go on my run with me this morning."

"Good idea," Dad said with a smile.

Mako, or Makoto Saeki, has been my best friend since Dad adopted me. He got accepted into U.A. through recommendations like I did. What he didn't know was that Dad was the one to recommend him. Makoto has an amazing quirk called 'buffer'. It basically allows him to create gravitational plates that he can use to walk on walls, ceilings, air, etc. We've trained with my dad for as long as I can remember and are practically siblings at this point. For the majority of our childhood, we've been over at one of our houses. His parents were both pro heroes, but they'd been killed in action by a pair of villains. So his grandmother, who owns UNERI CO., bought the house that was right next to ours for Makoto and his little sister, Ichika. They had a nanny, Shiore, over at the house, so Makoto was able to come over a lot to hang out with someone his own age. So it was only natural that we became as close as we did and that we began working out together when we decided to apply to U.A. At least three times a week we would go on a morning run together before our days really got started. Today was one of those days. I glanced at the microwave clock to see that I still had half an hour before I was supposed to meet him in front of the tree that stood between our houses.

As soon as I finished my "breakfast", I went to my room to grab my pill bottle and take my medicine, noting that I would have to ask Recovery Girl for a refill in a day or two. Then I changed into some sweats and a muscle tank top before pulling my dark purple hair back into a ponytail and pinning my bangs back so that they were no longer in my face. As I reached down to tie my sneakers' laces, I scratched Yuzuki's chin as he tried to force himself under my hands. Finally being able to tie my shoes with the cat on my feet, I stood up and stretched a bit. I grabbed my phone, earbuds, and the armband I put my phone in when I ran and walked out of my room. I passed by the kitchen as I put my armband on and put my phone in it.

"I'm heading out now, Dad!" I called into the house as I bent down to pet Hana, Dad's cat, one more time before I left.

"Be safe!" he called back. "Tell Makoto I say 'hello'!"

With a promise that I would, I walked out the door and closed it behind me, making sure neither of the cats escaped. I took a deep breath of the crisp morning air before walking to the tree Mako and I always met in front of and saw that he wasn't there. I checked the time just to see if I was early or if he was late, but was disappointed when I saw I was a few minutes early.

"Damn," I said quietly. "Now I don't have anything I can hold over him."

While waiting for Mako, I took the time to plug my headphones into my phone and find a song I wanted to listen to when we would start running. The few minutes passed quickly and Mako was right on time. His messy, deep maroon hair catching the morning light like his eyes. One of the things the two of us had bonded over was our eyes. They didn't look the same, but we'd both been bullied for them in the past. While my eyes had a kaleidoscope of blues and purples, Mako had heterochromia. His right eye was bright orange and his left eye was an equally bright red.

"Hey, Koko!" he said cheerfully, a bright smile on his face as he pulled an earbud out of his ear.

"Hey, Mako," I responded with a smile. "How are you doing this morning?"

"I'm doing alright," he said with a small pout appearing on his face. "Although, my orange shirt was still wet from the wash, so I had to wear my yellow one."

"Oh don't pout," I said with a small laugh. "Yellow suits you just fine."

"You're just poking fun at me because you were able to find your purple tank top today," he retorted.

"Whatever," I said while putting an earbud in, knowing it was true. "Are you ready to head out?"

"You bet," he responded, clicking shuffle on his music."Normal route?"

"You know it," I said with a large smile as I clicked play on my music and put the other earbud in.

The two of us made our way on our usual jogging route. As usual, we didn't talk about anything while running, but that may have also been because we were both anxious about what U.A. could bring for us. Within a half-hour, we got back to our houses and said our goodbyes so that we could do our separate morning routines. I walked back into my house, not breathing super heavily because I was used to the run, but my face was still somewhat flushed with exertion.

"You back already?" Dad asked from the kitchen sink, washing his coffee mug. "That was pretty quick."

"Guess Mako and I both have some nerves then," I responded, pulling my earbuds out of my ears and wrapping the cord for storage. "After all, we are starting the Hero Course today."

Dad hummed in agreement as I went back to my room to do some stretching before showering. As soon as I walked in, Yuzuki greeted me from my bed with a meow.

"Good to see you too," I mumbled while scratching under his chin, causing a purr to come from his throat.

Glancing at my alarm clock, I realized that I only had another half an hour before I had to leave with Dad to get to the school. Sighing, I stopped petting Yuzuki and began stretching. Afterward, I quickly showered and got changed into my school uniform. Pulling my mostly dry hair back into a half-up ponytail, I looked at myself in the mirror and gave myself a silent pep talk. I wrapped the hair tie around one last time before letting my hands fall back to my sides. I nodded at myself as I fixed my bangs a little bit, satisfied with my appearance, and walked back into my room from the adjoined bathroom. I walked over to my bed and grabbed my backpack and made sure it had all of the school materials I would need. After seeing I had all of my stuff, I slung my bag onto my back and gripped the strap.

"Kiki, you ready?" I heard Dad call from the front door.

"Yeah!" I responded. "I'm coming!" I turned back to my bed and bent down to give Yuzuki, who was still laying on my bed in "loaf mode", a kiss on the head, which he shoved into my face as an attempt to get attention faster. "Goodness, you're so needy," I mumbled, standing back up straight.

I pet his head one more time before walking out of my room and to the front of the house, where Dad was waiting with his hero gear on. When I got over to him, he didn't open the front door right away, but instead straightened my tie, which I had spent 10 minutes on to try to make it look presentable but apparently failed to do so. After he fixed it, I gave him a grin that he responded to with a wide smile of his own.

"Let's go," he said, pulling the front door open.

We both walked out of the house and to the car in the driveway. Makoto, with his hair styled this time and his school uniform on, walked out of his house at the same time and came over to the car.

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa!" He greeted cheerfully. "Thanks for agreeing to take me to school! Shiore wasn't sure what she was gonna do with Ichika if she drove me. She gets carsick, you know."

"It's no problem at all, Makoto," Dad responded. "I'm happy to help out. And please, as long as we're not at school, just call me Shota."

Makoto and I were two of the only people Dad ever let his strict and uncaring facade down around. With me, he never even bothered to try to keep his facade up but he tried to keep it up with Makoto around. He gave up on that too though after we'd seen him cry while watching the Lion King with us when we were kids.

"Alright," Dad started. "Hop in the car and let's get going, you two."

Mako and I nodded and both got in the backseat of the car. The car ride was pretty quiet, but that was also normal for us. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence like one might expect, but to someone outside of us three, it might appear to be so.

The car ride wasn't very long, maybe a half-hour or so, but it felt longer as I thought of all the possibilities of today. Soon enough, Dad pulled into the staff parking lot of the school, by the back of the building, and parked. As he turned the car off, Mako and I grabbed our bags and stepped out of the car, taking the time to stretch our legs before stepping toward the building. Right before we walked into UA High School, Dad stopped us.

"I'm proud of you," he said. "Both of you. You're exceptional young people and I'm sure you'll be some of the best students this school has ever seen."

I swear both Mako and I started tearing up as we practically threw ourselves into Dad's arms, hugging him tightly. I squeezed his waist tightly as I felt the tears start to overflow. Dad wrapped his arms around the two of us and we stayed like that for a few more seconds before Mako and I released him.

"We'll make you proud, Dad," I responded, wiping the tears from my eyes.

Mako nodded vigorously as he wiped his eyes as well. Dad let out a small chuckle and placed a hand on top of my head.

"Both of you already have," he responded with a smile.

Mako and I turned to each other with wide smiles before turning back to Dad, who put his hands in his pockets. Without another word, he gave us another smile and walked in through the door we'd opened, kissing the top of my head as he passed by.

"He's the kind of hero I want to be when I graduate," Makoto said.

"Same here," I replied with a small smile. "He does it for the right reasons and not for the fame."

"It is strange that not many heroes choose to be humble," Makoto told me with a newfound determined glint in his eyes. "I'll be one of them."

I nodded in agreement and we finally walked into the building, looking at the place that would be our path to becoming the heroes we longed to be. We stopped in the middle of the empty hallway.

"Ready or not?" I asked with a small smile, holding my fist out to Makoto.

"Here we come," he responded with a grin, bumping his fist with mine.

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A/N

Hey everyone! This is my first MHA story and I'm super excited to share it with you. A few things, unless it is otherwise specified, all artwork is done by me. I don't claim to own any of the My Hero Academia characters or plotlines. Those all belong to the creators. I do, however, own Keiko Aizawa as well as her parents. My friend owns Makoto and his family, including Shiore and Ichika. He has given me permission to use him in this story. The picture at the top of this chapter is what Keiko looks like! On the left is her everyday clothing and the right is her hero suit. Anyway, I'm super excited for you all to read this story that I've spent so much time on!

-Sticks

Word Count: 3007 words

[moshelewismd]

Whoops... There goes the Achilles!

Achilles tears are one of the most widely recognizable sports setbacks.

The injury itself usually happens from pushing off while engaging in sports like b-ball or tennis. At the point when you tear or rupture your Achilles tendon, you'll hear and feel a boisterous snap. You will definitely pivot to see who pushed you or hit you without prior notice.

After an achilles tear, the greater part of you will of course make a beeline for the emergency room. There, the experts with all their bells and whistles, will analyze you by way of x-rays and other screenings and give you a specialized boot, along with a couple of braces. An Achilles tendon rupture is anything but a provoking conclusion to make. Questions are, all of a sudden, twirling around your head.

Everybody you know offers you counsel. Be that as it may, what do research studies show regarding the approaches to ligament tears? Do all Achilles wounds need a medical procedure? Will my physical capacities be compromised in the event that the tear is addressed without an actual surgical appointment?

Do Achilles Tendon Tears Require Deep Surgery?

The Achilles tendon interconnects your lower leg's muscles to your heel bone. It gives you enough power to push your foot down and leap forward. It's probably the most grounded tendon in the body, however tragically it will (in general) wear out as we age. Near-total degeneration of your achilles can prompt debilitation of the entire ankle and heal regions of your body.

Over the long run (no pun intended), the tendon doesn't get rejuvenated on its own quickly enough, and the debilitated achilles will tear suddenly when you bounce off a surface or push off. This will in general be a brutal occasion. A large portion of you will recollect that "pop" sound for a long time.

A large portion of my readers accept that advanced medical procedures will be in order as far as fixing your tendon is concerned. For many, that won't exactly be accurate. Writings throughout the most recent decade or so have shown that nonsurgical approaches of most achilles ligament tears will prompt an extremely favorable outcome.

Achilles Tendon Mishaps

Study participants were concurrently sent to a medical procedure with removable orthosis (support bracing) and without significant history of surgery. They all received similar treatment. The research showed that there's no real distinction when it comes to re-rupture rate.

A year after the accident, there was no distinction in the patients' own impression of clinical signs and function, yet, independent of which treatment the patient got, the ability tests showed a significant contrast between the injured and uninjured foot.

The Debate Continues...

Discussions on how to oversee tendon and ligamental tears have existed for a really, really long time. My own experience is that by far most patients treated non-operatively turn out similar to those corrected with a medical procedure. I generally present the choices to my physical medicine and rehab (PM&R) patients and permit them to decide, and most throughout recent years have picked non-surgical options.

The "agenda" that medical procedures reestablish strength in absolute form has not been confirmed by scientific investigations globally. The pivotal distinction among open and nonoperative procedures for tendon breakages, is the contamination and infection rate. Infections don't happen in the non-surgical bunch. Furthermore, an infection around the Achilles tendon can be a really bad dream.

Invasive orthopedic medical procedures often offers only minuscule "edge" over nonsurgical tactics for Achilles tendon tears. Surgical patients with careful supervision do well at first, notwithstanding any clinical roadblocks. But by a year following their trip to the OR, there's usually little to no difference observed.

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Egger AC, Berkowitz MJ. Achilles tendon injuries. Curr Rev Musculoskelet Med. 2017;10(1):72-80.

Longo UG, Ronga M, Maffulli N. Achilles Tendinopathy. Sports Med Arthrosc Rev. 2018 Mar;26(1):16-30.