#Medical Ultrasound Probe

[askpokeeosin]

So how close to the real thing are the surgery DOS games Life & Death (abdominal surgery) and Life & Death 2: The Brain?

On Life and Death (The Video Game)

I didn't like it lol

I would say that it's pretty accurate for the most part. However, I'd hazard a guess that both games would be accurate for the timeframe of 1988-1990 when the games were released. But even then, there'd probably be a lot more than just X-rays for imaging ie MRIs, CT scans, etc.

Atropine is a drug that is used in order to treat bradycardia, or extremely low heart rate. I found out that the "A" in the OR part of this game stands for Atropine because I accidentally killed a virtual patient thinking it was the antibiotics. As mentioned above, these things would be labelled a lot better in real life in order to prevent patient harm from occurring. Also, there's always someone keeping track of what's in the room and what has been used. Mistakes happen, unfortunately, but there are safeguards to prevent truly catastrophic mistakes. This game is from the 1980s, though, so I can forgive some of the labelling problems since there probably wasn't a lot of memory space to spell everything out.

As for the mention of McBurney's Point, it is the spot in the lower right quadrant of the abdomen where the most amount of pain tends to be centralized during acute appendicitis. It is located between Anterior Superior Iliac Spine (ASIS; the most frontal part of the hip bone. If you place your hands on your hips, that's the ASIS) and the belly button. It's a very important landmark in the physical exam for being indicated in appendicitis. However, just because a patient has pain in the area of McBurney's Point, that doesn't mean that the inflamed appendix is where it's supposed to be. For most people, the appendix is a closer to the front but in some people, it can be a bit further back so some tests that would confirm appendicitis might not work. Hence why there are multiple appendicitis physical exam tests. And ultrasound, of course! Nowadays, you'd get funny looks for not doing an ultrasound on a patient with suspected appendicitis.

Anyway, I got a bit carried away with the explanation of some stuff. I just love talking about this stuff! Also, I couldn't help but make a Dr. Glaucomflecken reference at the end.

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[chuluoyi]

first ultrasound with gojo (love entries) headcanons?❤️

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 12:55 P.M 」

*sigh* why am i so weak to domestic requests... this is just a little thing i wrote in one sitting while stalling my nanami fic (and after coming back from the company retreat!) sobs, i'm going back to it i promise!! :')) this loosely takes place after daddy-to-be <3

a part of gojo's love entries

“now let us see…”

you were lying on the examination table as the ultrasound gel made contact with your still flat abdomen. the sheer coldness and the way the probe pressed hard on your skin made you wince a bit, until that discomfort was eased by a comforting squeeze of your hand, prompting you to turn your head towards the source.

your husband, gojo satoru, offered you a smile so warm it made everything else fade into the background. beyond his sunglasses was the way he always fondly looked at you, as if he was silently assuring you that he would be by your side every step of this journey.

you couldn't help but smile back at him.

“ah, here’s the baby,” your doctor gestured at the monochrome screen with a grin. “around five weeks now. it’s the size of a seed.”

a seed? your gaze fixed on the screen with a sense of wonder. honestly you couldn’t really pinpoint where your baby was, until you saw one dot that the doctor zoomed in.

and there it was—the tiny beginning of life. the product of you and your husband’s love, growing steadily inside you.

suddenly it felt so real that you were carrying a new life. your heart overflowed with warmth, swelling with emotion, and you struggled to hold back tears as your gaze shifted between the screen and satoru, who offered you a comforting pat on the head.

“hush,” he whispered softly, seemingly moved too after looking at the living testament of his baby on the screen. “don’t cry now, hmm?”

after seeing the sonogram and had it printed, both of you sat before the doctor as she instructed you to take things easy from now on, and through it all, satoru held your hand firmly in his, attentively listening to everything the doctor mentioned and even proactively asking questions in return.

“doc, she gets dizzy and nauseous easily, can you prescribe her something to make it bearable?”

“i can certainly prescribe some anti-sickness medication, but i highly recommend you to have plenty of rests and eat healthy food too to reduce morning sickness—”

“hmm, and can you recommend anything to improve sleep? she can have trouble sleeping too…”

honestly it touched you to see satoru picked up on these little things about you despite being away so often. only now did you realize that he had always been watching over you, without fail.

back at home, he sat you down on your bed, back to being a carefree clown who would draw laughs out of you.

“now, little mom,” he began, his lips already turning up into a grin as he took your hands in his, kneeling before you. “you need to listen to me very closely, okay?”

you snorted. “don't address me like that!”

“uh-oh, no squirming,” satoru warned playfully, pinching your cheeks, and you swatted his hand, holding back giggles.

oh my. just what a blissfully happy couple you were.

“first thing first, now you are to have lots of breaks and rest,” he declared, amusement melted a bit from his tone. “the doctor said so. it'll help with your nausea too. if you feel the slightest bit unwell, you have to go back and rest.”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, yeah...”

“and no staying up late too,” he added, fixing his clear eyes on yours. “especially not for waiting for me to be home.”

that got you to clamp up. so he noticed it too, the way you would always wait for him, even at the cost of not sleeping at all. satoru never really said anything all this time, but now you knew, he was indeed worried.

once again, your chest burst with love and warmth. but still...

“can you promise me that?” satoru asked you gently, his smile still in place, but you knew the underlying command behind those words. “i'm coming back. always. i have everything i want here, with you. there's no way i'm not coming back.”

you hung onto his every word, and much like spellbound, you let go of everything and nodded.

“and now baby...”

he then shifted his focus to your tummy, gently brushing his fingers across it, and the gesture stirred something inside you, making you throb with emotion.

“you only have one job. grow big and healthy, and you can even bother mama sometimes! just don't make her too sick or i'll worry...”

somehow your vision blurred with tears, hearing how unusually earnest he was. “satoru, you're so silly.”

but as always, he would pick this moment to flip the switch, reverting back to his usual teasing.

“hmm, what's that? you're getting soft now, aren't you, mommy~?”

“...why do you have to sound like that? you're making it lewd on purpose!”

in this little world of love of yours, it was just you and him, along with the tales of your life together. you had weathered various moments side by side, and now, as you were embarking on another significant chapter with him, you were certain that everything would be alright.

satoru pulled you to the bed and smothered your head with kisses, trapping you between his strong arms. “hmm, comfy now?”

“mmm, yeah. keep cuddling me...”

and from his side, he was sure, that right now, everything had never been and felt so right than ever before—with the love of his life and future in his arms.

[kaijutegu]

So. Now that she's home and safe and gonna be ok, I can talk about this.

I almost lost Kaiju. Christmas Day. I was woken up by a phone call from Allison, who will be referred to a LOT in this story. Allison runs the pet store where I board Kaiju. She called to tell me that Kaiju had lost a LOT of blood. (As it turns out, half her blood volume. Humans die when we lose 40%, just so you know. She lost 50%.)

There were no visible injuries, and she had passed a bloody stool. Or rather, a blood clot with some poop in it. She continued to pass only blood when they put her in the bathtub to clean her up. If I'd taken her anywhere else, that... would have been it, probably.

But Allison is an actual miracle worker and knew an emergency vet who was open- on Christmas Day- and could see reptiles. As soon as she called me, she took her to the e vet, where they gave her fluids and oxygen and got her stable. They did some x rays and found... nothing.

In fact, the e vet actually complimented me on her bone density and how nice her toe joints look. Whatever this mysterious haemorrhage was, it was in the soft tissue.

The immediate thoughts were:

Impaction

Cancer invading an artery

Aneurism

Reproductive issues

However, the emergency vet couldn't figure it out, and my vet was out of the country. The e vet consulted with a lot of vets and it was decided she'd go into Chicago Exotics for care the next day- they were willing to see her on immediate notice. Allison drove her over and they did an ultrasound... and couldn't differentiate the mass they found.

So, exploratory surgery it was.

But... she didn't have enough blood for that. She wouldn't have survived... if Allison hadn't found blood for her. Tegu donors were found, the transfusion happened, and was completely successful.

And what the surgery found was completely unexpected. No cancer. No repro issues. No typical impaction.

Instead? Weird white things in her muscles and a partial impaction that seems to be related to a reduction in her ability to properly digest. There are two possible diagnoses at this point. One is visceral gout. This is very strange because in reptiles, articular gout basically always happens first, and her kidneys are fine.

The other option? Weird, potentially cross species parasite she picked up when she was in the Everglades. Something she's likely had all her life, something that was dormant until recently.

I'll know when the pathology report comes back in a week or so.

Anyways! She is doing very well. She is alert and interested in things. She has an incredible appetite, even though she can't have solid food yet. She's on three meds, including one I have to inject. At her three week recheck, we will add a fourth- either the correct anti-parasitic or a medication to improve kidney function, depending on the diagnosis. Currently she's in a hospital cage and she hates it- she can't have any substrate because of the stitches.

The vet says it should take about three months until she makes her full blood volume. Her pack cell count should be at 35%. It was at 7% on the 26th. But by the 28th, it was at 10%. She's gonna be ok. She's tough. My little girl is a fighter, always has been. You have to be scrappy to survive in the wild.

And throughout this entire experience, everybody has told me how lovely her personality is. Through the injections and cloacal probing and everything, she never bit or even tried to. The vet didn't think she even wanted to bite. Like it wasn't a question of wanting to bite and not being strong enough- it's just not something in her behavioural repertoire. She doesn't bite because she doesn't want to. Because even at her most scared, at her most painful, she's still Kaiju, the best tegu to ever live. Love is stored in the tegu, and it continues to be stored in the tegu. We have a long road ahead of us, but she's out of the woods and is going to be ok. We both are.

Also, consider this a MAJOR plug for Curious Creatures in Chicago. I'm never going to board my animals anywhere else.

[periprose]

pretty please rough navi quaritch smut where he splits reader's legs apart and breeds her?? Reader can be from the RDA and she has to let him breed her as part of the new embryo growth program :) <3

Woo boy anon!! This ask made my head explode in a really good way 😳 thank you

The Old Fashioned Way

Miles Quaritch x Reader

When Parker Selfridge tells you that the RDA needs one of your eggs, since you're a Recom, for new genetic material, you literally can't say no. It's an order that you can't refuse, since they're trying to make new embryos to experiment off of.

Of course, you're placed in a room with Miles Quaritch, your superior, who's unsuccessfully trying to harvest his own reproductive material, same as you. He decides to kill two birds with one stone, and suggest that you do it the old fashioned way.

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Smut, pwp, breeding kink, unprotected sex, Quaritch being obsessed, 18+, no use of Y/N

Reader's name is Axe

“No way.” You cross your arms, staring down at Selfridge.

He’s just told you about the new RDA program. Growing Avatars and Recoms is easy and all, you know the process. Na’vi DNA was extracted successfully about twenty-five years ago- and there’s a process of combining human DNA with it to create new bodies.

It’s just that the Na’vi DNA has slowly been losing it’s potency with every sequencing process. You don’t know exactly what that’s all about- just that cloning deteriorates something about how strong the genes are. 

So the scientists and geneticists have decided that they need some kind of replacement, and they need it now. They wanted to track down more Na’vi, but considering how hard everyone’s asses get beat anytime the RDA gets a few klicks near their territory, it was a no go.

They’ve decided on the “natural way.”

As Selfridge has just said.

“ Why… not… just take my genes, Parker?” You bite your lip, and Selfridge shakes his head.

“Don’t make this anymore awkward than it has to be, Axe.” Selfridge stares at his fingernails, which somehow makes him look like even more of a prick. “Your genes are no bueno . You, Zdinarsk, Wainfleet, and Quaritch are the last line of ‘normal’ Recoms, if we can call it that. If we try to extract your genes, and grow a Recom body, it’ll just be a waste of money. It won’t work.”

“Okay.” You inhale sharply, and Selfridge flinches. You forget sometimes in your Recom body that you’re way more intimidating than your old self was. Your dead self. “So what exactly does the ‘natural way’ entail?”

“What are you, a fucking virgin?” Selfridge laughs. Loudly. 

You snarl at him, and he flinches, again, before snickering.

“Jesus, you really are one of them, huh?” Selfridge scoffs. “Try not to fuck the sperm donor too hard when you see him.”

“Selfridge-” You grab his arm as he tries to leave, and with how much smaller Selfridge is, it’s like you’re dangling his body with your sheer strength. “ Motherfucker- tell me for real what’s going on, or I’ll snap your neck.”

“You’ll get shot if you try anything.” Selfridge says, but you can see in his eyes that he’s panicking. “Okay, okay. I’m just fucking with you. They’re just going to extract an egg from your na’vi-ovaries or whatever they’re called. Then the rest, you should know. Embryo production.”

You do know, but you don’t trust him.

It’s not like you have a choice anyways.

/

You were right not to trust him.

Selfridge has to be kidding. You’re sitting in your typical testing room in Bridgehead City. There’s no scientists around, at least not yet. You’ve come in on your day of ovulation, and you’ve been told to wear something comfortable and loose, and to sit around for a bit.

You lean back on the large medical bed, sighing loudly. You’re wearing some regular sweatpants, and a t-shirt that just barely reaches your midriff. Your hair is tied loosely in a low, wavy ponytail. You hope it looks comfortable enough.

You’re assuming an ultrasound, and- the weirdest part- some vaginal probing. You haven’t gotten a chance to play around with your new body yet, at least not like that, and you have no idea what gets you going, or whatever.

You’re sure some lube will be implemented, and then you’ll just lie there and count to ten. You’re just waiting for someone, anyone to come by to do this procedure and get it over with.

The door slides open. You sit up.

Miles Quaritch looks at you, his eyes bright, alert, and his mouth a little agape. His ears stand up for a moment. He’s holding a really old magazine, and a cup- oh no.

You can’t be in this situation with your superior. It’s just so damn awkward.

“Axe?” He shakes his head and just looks flabbergasted as he cackles. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I might as well ask you the same question.” You say flatly, and sigh. “They told me… they were going to do my egg extraction in here?”

“Oh.” Quaritch isn’t exactly a sensitive man, or one with any sort of sensibilities, really, so he just sits on the other medical bed next to yours. After a brief pause, he pulls the curtain, so you’ll at least have a bit of privacy. It’s the most comforting thing he’ll ever do.

“You looking at porn?” You joke, but Quaritch just sighs in response.

“Sooner you shut up, the sooner I’ll be done.” 

You can’t argue with that. It must be weird for him too, to still have to jerk off into a cup so he can be a pseudo sperm-donor for an embryo he’ll never know.

You try not to listen too much to what he’s doing, and you can tell, from how much he’s flipping the pages of some old 2100s era Earth porn- he’s not exactly focused on what he’s supposed to be doing. What the hell was Selfridge and the other scientists thinking? That you were interested in having a voyeur experience?

You know that Bridgehead is really busy, what with all the expansions and all for the new human citizens, so you're guessing this was the only free room. You wonder if Z-Dog and Wainfleet are in the same predicament. Why not at least put you in the same room as Z-Dog, so you have a bit of a girl-to-girl, weird bonding experience? Nothing says best friends like getting your eggs extracted together.

Soon, a little robot of some kind comes by through the door, and gives you what has to be the most embarrassing object. 

A dildo.

Not exactly a dildo, because it's not a toy, but it's a very well crafted, self-lubricating, vibrating egg-extractor. Long, slim, phallic and curved in a way that you know will hit the right spot. You feel yourself flush a little.

The robot tells you to "get yourself ready," with the device, and when you're adequately so, to click a button and let it extend itself into your uterus, where it will harvest the egg for safe keeping. 

You really think this is some kind of practical joke. You would've vastly preferred the cold, clinical nature of a doctor asking you to stay calm as they put you under, and insert something into you. 

But you guess it has to be somewhat pleasurable, so they can get you to do it again at some point if they need to. 

"Those sick bastards." You mutter under your breath, and you hear Quaritch stir a little next to you. 

You decide to just get it over with, and pull down your sweatpants- just down to your knees- and your panties. You lay back against the bed, and fiddle with the device. 

Even when you were on Earth, you usually just messed around with dudes who were on your squad in the Navy. This is kind of new territory for you.

You gently press the tip of the device against yourself, and feel awkward. It just is mechanical, cold, and weird- until it starts vibrating, and emitting some sort of magically warm gel that makes you feel soft, as if your skin is beginning to tingle all over, spreading from in between your thighs, up your stomach, and into your chest. 

That's pretty good. You have to admit that yourself. 

You tentatively push it across your folds, not in just yet, and you feel yourself slicken, wetness pooling around the device- it's a sudden whirlwind of a feeling that has you seeing stars. God, you really have missed this feeling, but it's somehow even more intense in your Na'vi body. 

It begins to vibrate against your clit as you move it up and down in a testing, rudimentary way, and you very softly- just barely, audibly moan.

/

Quaritch's ears stand up, on edge. He's horribly alert of everything you're doing, and there's nothing he can do but listen. 

First, your scent is incredibly strong- intoxicating in a way that makes him sure that this is what Sully felt when he got some local tail. Your arousal has him closing his eyes, and thinking of what he would do if he was just a few feet over- pinning you down and thrusting in. Second, that vibrating sound- he knows what it’s doing, and that makes it all the more tempting to just go over and show you what a real man should feel like.

Still, Quaritch wants to follow the rules just this one time, because he's not used to his Na'vi body, either, and he would rather figure out his whole… situation, down there, before he immediately proceeds into sex. 

But he’s a bastard, too. He always goes headfirst into whatever his instincts tell him to do, and it hasn’t exactly failed him yet. Except when he died, obviously.

He hears you, just very subtly moaning, and his ears perk up as he listens.

Quaritch is too impatient to care. There’s a throbbing in his camo pants now, with no thanks to that shitty old magazine, and he knows- like all men know- what he wants to do to get rid of it.

He lifts the curtain aside, where you’re currently holding that damned toy, as your pants ball up around your knees. You’re half-lying against a pillow, and your baby t-shirt is riding up, just showing off a hint of your breasts. You’re not quite in the throes of passion, not yet, but your mouth is half-open, and your lids are half lidded as you gaze at him, your hand stopping in between your thighs.

Quaritch clenches his jaw. It’s insane how fast his hormones are- pumping through his blood, to where his pants are getting uncomfortably tight. It’s quite a sight, he can’t exactly blame himself for moving forward. 

You, to your credit, don’t draw yourself back. You just stare at him, face turning warm- probably not red, all things considered- and Quaritch just stands in front of you, taking your hand from between your legs.

“This is what they got you using?” He scoffs, pulling at the device, away from your legs. You involuntarily twitch at the movement, and your pussy suddenly feels cold. 

Quaritch tuts at the way you’re shaking a little, how you’re clearly so needy, and he leans in with an eager, almost malicious smile. His body easily towers over your own, and you feel your heart race as he looks down at you- up and down your entire body. 

“Why don’t we do things the old fashioned way?” Quaritch murmurs, a deep rumble in his chest as he does so.

You think you should say no. First of all, you don’t want to get pregnant, and second of all, it seems like Quaritch isn’t exactly being impartial, is he? You know that Earth porn probably did nothing for the guy, but that doesn’t mean you have to be his unwilling participant.

Still, as Quaritch gently nudges his bulge against you, your folds slick against the roughness of the cloth, causing you to inhale unsteadily at the pleasant friction, you realize you’re entirely willing to do this. In fact, all things considered, Quaritch is a hell of a lot more attractive than some of the other Recoms out there.

And it feels more natural than the device, which you were sadly struggling to insert. Lube or not, it was a little too out there for you.

You breathe in, feeling his bulge throb against you. “Okay.”

Quaritch doesn’t take much time to unbuckle his pants and underwear, his dick flopping out as he does. You’re a little amused- it’s proportional to his body, but it’s a lot bigger looking than any of the human dicks you’ve seen. 

It occurs to you that you probably look the same way to him. Tall, lithe body. Impossibly tiny waist. Plump chest and ass. Thick thighs. The proportions are different, but good. 

“Are you laughing at me, soldier?” Quaritch pulls off his tank top, his bare muscles causing your face to warm a little, and he towers over you now. His arms are a lot stronger than yours and he pins you down. 

“What the hell are you gonna do about it, Colonel?” You rile him up a little. Just for fun, since it seems like everything has gone batshit insane today. 

Might as well get some extra anger out of him, so this can count as stress relief, too.

“Well, let’s see.” He uses his hands to spread out your thighs, flattening and pressing them into the mattress, splitting your legs apart. He massages your thighs as he talks. “I guess I’m trying to knock you up. Get you nice and filled up with me.”

It causes a tingle in your lower stomach, watching Quaritch size you up as his hands firmly grasp your thighs. 

He inhales, and- with the practised familiarity of someone who hasn’t done this in a while- pumps his fist over his dick, just to remember the sensation. Quaritch slides his dick against you, causing you to convulse as it snugly fits into your outer folds, the head of his dick meeting where your clit is. There’s a throbbing sensation that seems to flow from him into you- and you swear pre-cum must be leaking from him, or you’ve just gotten a lot more wet.

“Ah- fuck- ” You groan, and Quaritch clearly likes the sound of that, because he slides his dick back and forth a few times. Lubing himself up. 

“You asked for this.” He grins at you, and he pushes your legs really wide this time, lifting them up a little as he enters you. 

Quaritch groans loudly when his dick has fully sheathed itself inside you, and you feel yourself twitching in anticipation, feeling more full than you’ve ever remembered feeling when you were human. He pulls your legs forward roughly, and you feel yourself clench around him as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Quaritch sighs in satisfaction, pressing his forehead against yours. He draws himself back, slowly, his dick slipping out of you sloppily, easily, and then thrusts forward at full speed, immediately filling you, causing you to moan loudly. He begins to thrust, slowly, testing the waters, and with every time he fills you, you feel your walls clench around him, like your body can’t do anything but squeeze him.

Eventually Quaritch works himself to a much more rapid speed- like he has a lot of energy he desperately needs to get out. His skin is slapping against yours as he thrusts, sometimes at an even pace, now a bit more sporadically as he gets lost in the sensation, his taut thighs causing what can only be bruises against your own. He finds that with every thrust, your walls squeeze the head of his dick, causing a delicious throbbing sensation to run through his groin, and he wants to capture that feeling again and again. He finds it insane just how wet and good you feel when he ruts up against you- it’s heightened in a way that makes him never want to let go of you.

His hands make their way towards your waist- your ridiculously tiny waist- and he squeezes, marvels at the way it seems his hands could probably swallow you whole there. He’s alarmed to find out that he wants to kiss you there.

Quaritch tries to distract himself a little. Out of some instinct that he can’t quite place, he leans towards your ear, and nibbles on it with his fang. He didn’t exactly realize how much of an erogenous zone that would be for you- warmth spreads across your jaw and ears and cheeks, and you bite your lip in the absolute cutest way, your ears fluttering up and down, as you moan a little against his jaw. He moves his hands upwards, and pulls up your top, exposing your breasts. He roughly thumbs a nipple, causing you to wriggle around in pleasure, and then decides to latch his mouth onto it, his fangs just teasing and pulling at your nipple until you cry out.

He wants to do this again, and again, until you’re covered in his marks and bruises, all his , so he can claim you as his own woman to breed. Of course, Quaritch isn’t that stupid to actually go through with it- you’re a great soldier in your own right, and you probably don’t want to be owned- he just has this need inside him to absolutely own you in every possible way.

You feel like you’re impossibly hot, your body burning up from your lower regions, all the way to your face, to where Quaritch has bitten you, here and there. You’re feeling a pressure build inside you- and you think Quaritch can feel it too, considering how hard he’s grunting, pushing, and pressing inside you, seeking desperately for that release. 

Your hands make their way around his neck, and you lean in, and kiss him, your parted lips moving against his. You think Quaritch won’t be receptive- he is the coldest person you know- but his tongue swirls into your mouth, spit being swapped between the two of you, and he actually groans into your mouth, it being muffled and all. His hands stroke up and down your thighs, ass, waist, and tits, and he begins to thrust with a little more impact- less sloppy, more intensity- which has you absolutely melting at his touch, wrapping yourself tightly around him.

Some instinct of yours- something that comes with this body, at least- tells you to combine your queue with Quaritch’s, and you do so with shaky hands, your braid swinging over his shoulder, and combining with his as you hold them together. Quaritch doesn’t stop you, but what you feel surprises you.

Of course, there’s an overwhelming sense of lust and sex and arousal and all the things Quaritch is feeling right now, so he can breed you like a strong man would, but there’s also… affection? Attraction, yes, but affection?

You could just be getting confused with everything else that’s in there. But you think it’s there, a feeling of affection for his favourite subordinate, and that’s all you really needed to know. You like him, too. You feel like you’re really seeing him right now.

Quaritch moans against your mouth, and cums inside you, and it’s as if fireworks have gone off inside your brain, his orgasm lighting up yours in the soul bond. You convulse under him, moaning, feeling the waves overtake you as he grips you tightly, the ache of his cock causing you to feel pleasure ebb outwards.  

He slowly pulls out, and watches as cum drips down the sides of your thighs. Quaritch is kind of impressed- he did it, like he said he would- and he lays down next to you, sighing in contentment.

“So. Are we keeping it?” Quaritch teases, and you give him a wayward look.

“ It is not gonna be a baby, dumbass.” You roll your eyes, but something about Quaritch now makes you want to snuggle against him, his scent all warm and familiar, and so you do. You let your face lie flatly against his chest. You feel like it’s the bond- it still feels kind of present between you two.

“Woo, boy, if you don’t know how babies are made, I’m not sure I should have done you like that.” Quaritch laughs, and you sigh.

“Goddamnit.” You shake your head. “Selfridge said that our reproductive material are meant to make the next Recoms. They’re just gonna take the embryo, and use it’s cells to make a blank slate for the next Avatar or Recom or whatever it is. We just… took out the middle man for them.”

Quaritch isn’t too caught off guard by this. He’s used to all the science fuckery that the RDA does, and he decides to just let it go.

“Tell you what, Axe.” He uses your name, for real, as his hand combs through your hair. “Come by my quarters later, and we can do it again and again . However many times until you’ve got a baby in there.”

You still don’t want to be pregnant, and you’re pretty sure the colonel knows that- he’s just got some crazy impregnation fetish or creampie kink going on- but you’re kind of obsessed with him now, and the way that he keeps looking at you.

“I’m cool with that.” You nod, and if Quaritch was an honest man, he would say that he felt completely enamoured with that response.

You snuggle up next to him, not really caring that this is a medical lab, or that you should head back to your quarters. You’re tired, and you fall asleep fairly easily.

/

Quaritch doesn’t fall asleep. He feels crazy energized. You’ve given him a high unlike any other- and he’s in a particularly good mood because he feels… some way that he can’t articulate about you.

After you’re out cold, he puts his pants back on- and good thing he does, because Selfridge comes in without knocking. 

Selfridge looks from you, completely naked, and snoring under some blankets, to Quaritch, who’s suspiciously shirtless and stretching his legs out.

He looks aghast. “I didn’t think you two would really-”

“Really?” Quaritch leans over him. “Seems to me like you did it on purpose. Putting us in the same room and all.” 

Selfridge splutters over Quaritch’s accusation, and simply states that he needs the embryo, exiting after handing another extraction advice to him.

Quaritch jostles you awake. “Axe. You gotta do something and then we got to leave, alright?”

You nod sleepily, and he hands you the extraction advice. You rub your eyes and then realize what you’re holding.

“Turn around?”

Quaritch gives you a “ really? ” sort of look, but you’re serious, so he raises his hands jokingly and complies.

It’s a really quick one minute procedure. The little device crawls up inside you in an almost-undetectable fashion, and then after a moment, it pops back out, with a symbol indicating that it has successfully taken the embryo out, and put it inside it’s storage section. It’s weird- you know you were told to come here when you were ovulating, but it’s like a pregnancy test. It confirms that you and Quaritch kind of made a potential baby… or something that will go on to become genetic material for a blank slate.

You’re too tired to care. You put your clothes back on, and yawn, feeling your eyes fluttering. Quaritch picks you up, bridal style, as you snuggle your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. He exits the room, sidestepping around different human RDA members, and Recoms and Avatars who are staring the two of you down. Looks of confusion among all of them.

Quaritch doesn’t give a fuck. He steps into an elevator, and it pulls the two of you up towards the higher floors of the skyscraper.

You know this will be gossip for all the other RDA members, but for now you can just sleep, completely satisfied.

[ddagent]

For the prompts, H3?

Fanfic Menu Challenge

"By all accounts, Miss Madison, you're in perfect health."

Margo was an engineer, not a doctor. Looking at the x-rays and blood test results, it did appear as if she was fine. But Margo knew her body. She knew when something was wrong. In the small doctor's office of the flight surgeon, she crossed her arms and stared him down. "Check again."

It had started exactly three months ago. At the time, Margo thought it had been stress: Lenara Catiche had been announced as the new director of Roscosmos, with her predecessor, Sergei Nikulov, nowhere in sight. Polite enquiries to Star City had remained unanswered. The concern over Sergei had led to many sleepless nights, many uneaten dinners. But Margo had put her concern to one side: she'd see him at the next IAC conference, no doubt; he was probably working on something top-secret, like the Mars mission or a probe to Ganymede. Nothing to worry about.

But then she'd developed a cough. Pain in her chest. Pain in the small of her back. The second she'd coughed up blood in front of Emma, Margo had been booked in for a litany of medical tests.

The flight surgeon sighed. "Miss Madison, I'm sorry but according to every test we have, there is nothing wrong with you. You're in perfect health. Blood pressure is a little high, but—"

"—so what causes the pain? The coughing up blood?"

He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Miss Madison. We can run some more tests but they'll come back exactly the same."

Margo was used to getting answers. Used to working the problem and finding a solution. She left the flight surgeon's office unsettled, uncertain as to what was happening in her own body. Margo had made it off the elevator and three other paces before she was hit with another wave of pain, as if she was being kicked in the side. Brutal blows rained down upon her body and she clutched the wall for purchase. An arm suddenly held her, anchored her. It was only when Margo had been ushered to her office did she realise it was Aleida.

She knelt in front of Margo. Her mouth fumbled for words. "Are you–are you okay?"

Margo nodded, once. "According to the flight surgeon, I'm fine."

"You've been coughing up blood." Margo's gaze snapped to Aleida's. She shook her head. "I saw you, once, in here. It's only me and Emma that know. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I honestly don't know." Margo leant back against one of the chairs in her office. "I could do with a drink. Brandy?"

"Sure."

It had been a while since she and Aleida had just sat and talked. Aleida had been so occupied with the Mars mission; Margo had been overwhelmed by what had happened in London, the engine designs, now all this. It was good to talk: to hear bout Javi and Victor and Octavio. Margo filled in a few gaps that Emma hadn't divulged, with the latest addition of the flight surgeon's findings. According to him, there was nothing wrong with Margo Madison. Margo thoroughly disagreed.

Aleida rolled the glass between her palms. "Can you go see a specialist?"

"I can find someone but if the press got hold of it? Undermining my own flight surgeon?" Margo sighed. "But I looked at the scans, Aleida. The blood tests. The ultrasound. There's nothing there."

Aleida paused, thought, then laughed to herself. Margo stared at her, wondering what about her condition was so amusing. She eventually divulged what she found so funny. "No, no, it's not funny. Not at all. I was just thinking of this friend from high school, Lara; I crashed on her couch for a while. She was obsessed with fables and fairy tales – the really old ones where people were turned into sea foam and wore iron shoes. She told me all about this story where these two people were meant to be together and they were torn apart and the only way they knew the other was still alive was because they could feel the other person's pain." Aleida took a mouthful of her drink. "It's ridiculous, I know. Just trying to work the problem and my brain went there."

Margo stared at the bottom of her brandy glass. Fairy tales and fables. Ridiculous. But she thought about Sergei's disappearance from Roscosmos. She thought about the noose around his neck in London and how, in that moment that had felt like an hour, she had struggled to breathe. It was insane. She wasn't a fairy princess who needed a kiss from her true love and Sergei wasn't going to climb a castle wall or fight a dragon or wake her up from a glass coffin. Margo had rarely indulged in the idea of romantic love, let alone the concept of soulmates. But—

"What if it was true?" Aleida laughed again until she saw the sombre expression on Margo's face. "What if the person I love is being tortured on a daily basis by the KGB and I can feel every single time they hurt him? What do I do with that?"

Oh God, Sergei. What are they doing to you? To us?

[alastors-airwaves]

finally someone is taking Luci to the doctors. Thank you Charlie

Lucifer scowled as he was practically dragged through the doors of the clinic, his arms crossed and his steps reluctant. Charlie, his determined daughter, was at his side, practically pulling him along.

Lucifer: *grumbling* This is completely unnecessary, Charlie. I don’t need some... doctor poking and prodding me. I’m fine.

Charlie: *sternly* You’re 18 weeks pregnant and haven’t seen a doctor once, Dad! I’m not letting you avoid this any longer. It’s for your own health, and the baby’s.

Lucifer scoffed, rolling his eyes, though there was an underlying nervousness he couldn’t quite mask. Doctors weren’t his thing, not even back when he was still in Heaven. But now, pregnant, vulnerable—it was a different level of discomfort.

Lucifer: *gritting his teeth* I’ve lived eons without ever needing one of these so-called specialists. I don’t see why it’s necessary now.

Charlie: *firmly* Because you’re not immortal when it comes to this! Pregnancies are delicate, Dad. Even for you. *She shot him a look that left no room for argument.* So you’re going in there, and you’re getting checked.

Lucifer sighed heavily, defeated for the moment. He followed Charlie into the clinic's waiting area, his head held high despite the discomfort. The sterile smell of the place only added to his irritation, and the sound of medical equipment in the background sent a shiver of unease through him.

Soon enough, a nurse appeared, cheerful but professional.

Nurse: *smiling* Mr. Morningstar, we’re ready for you.

Lucifer: *under his breath* Wonderful.

Charlie nudged him forward, and Lucifer reluctantly followed the nurse into one of the examination rooms. Once inside, he sat stiffly on the edge of the examination table, looking out of place as if he were preparing for battle.

Lucifer: *muttering* This is ridiculous...

The doctor, a surprisingly composed demon with spectacles and a clipboard, entered the room shortly after. He raised an eyebrow at Lucifer, clearly aware of who he was dealing with, but remained professional.

Doctor: Good morning, my king. Let’s take a look at how things are going, shall we?

Lucifer glared but didn’t protest as the doctor began the examination. Charlie stood by the door, watching with a mix of concern and amusement at her father’s clear discomfort.

The examination room was quiet, save for the faint hum of medical equipment. Lucifer lay back, arms crossed as the doctor prepared the ultrasound machine. Charlie, standing nearby, kept her watchful eyes on both her father and the doctor, determined to ensure that everything went smoothly.

Doctor: *applying the cool gel on Lucifer’s belly* This might feel a little cold.

Lucifer: Lovely.

The doctor began the ultrasound, moving the probe gently over Lucifer’s abdomen. The room filled with the sound of the baby’s heartbeat, a rapid, rhythmic pulse that softened the tension in the air. Charlie’s eyes lit up, her hands clasped in front of her chest as she listened to the heartbeat, her worry momentarily fading.

Doctor: *smiling faintly* There she is. Strong heartbeat.

Charlie: *softly* She?

Doctor: *nodding* It’s a girl.

Lucifer blinked, his eyes widening slightly. He had suspected the baby’s gender, but hearing it confirmed stirred something within him.

Lucifer: *muttering* A girl…

Charlie smiled brightly, her excitement growing. But the doctor’s expression soon became more serious as he continued to scan the baby’s form on the screen. He zoomed in, his brow furrowing slightly as he examined the image more closely.

Doctor: *quietly* Hmm…

Charlie: *noticing his change in demeanor* Is something wrong?

Doctor: *hesitating, trying to be as diplomatic as possible* There are... some abnormalities.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, and his body tensed. Charlie stepped closer to the monitor, concern washing over her face as she stared at the blurry shapes on the screen.

Doctor: *pointing to the screen* The baby isn’t developing a left eye. There also seems to be scar tissue forming on her arms, legs, and back. It’s already visible, which is… unusual at this stage.

Lucifer sat up slightly, his heart pounding in his chest as the doctor continued to explain. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was hearing.

Lucifer: *demanding* Scars? From what?

Doctor: *shaking his head* "It’s hard to say. There doesn’t appear to be any genetic cause for this. Scarring like this can sometimes occur due to injury, but…

Lucifer’s stomach dropped as the doctor trailed off. He remembered all too well what had happened—the attack, the injuries Adam had sustained before Lucifer took the baby into his own body to save her. The realization hit him like a blow, and he clenched his jaw, his anger rising. This was his fault.

Charlie: *softly* Dad…?

Lucifer didn’t respond at first, staring blankly at the ultrasound screen. His daughter was already suffering, and it was because of his mistakes.

Doctor: *cautiously* It’s possible the baby experienced some trauma earlier in the pregnancy. These malformations aren’t progressing now, but the scars are already there. We’ll have to monitor her closely from now on.

Lucifer’s hands clenched into fists. He didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he knew what had caused this—his recklessness, his inability to protect Adam properly. Now, his child was paying the price.

Lucifer: *quietly* Is there… anything that can be done?

Doctor: *sighing* "We’ll continue to monitor her growth, but there’s no way to reverse the damage that’s already been done. The important thing is to ensure she remains healthy for the rest of the pregnancy.

Charlie placed a hand on Lucifer’s arm, sensing his turmoil. She could see the guilt eating away at him.

Charlie: *softly* Dad, this isn’t your fault…

Lucifer: *his voice cold, distant* It is.

Doctor: I’ll schedule regular check-ups to keep an eye on the baby’s development. You’ll need to come in frequently to make sure everything stays stable.

Lucifer nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere. His daughter—scarred, damaged because of him. He felt the weight of his sins pressing down on him more heavily than ever before.

Charlie: *gently* We’ll get through this, Dad. You’re doing the best you can.

Lucifer: *quietly* Is it enough?

Charlie didn’t know how to answer that. She squeezed his arm, trying to offer some comfort as the doctor finished the examination and began cleaning up.

Doctor: We’ll keep a close watch on things. Make sure you rest and avoid any more stress. Your daughter needs a stable environment to grow in.

Lucifer only nodded again, though his mind was elsewhere—on the scars his daughter would bear, both physical and emotional.

[rjalker]

I think you post is one of the two (2!!) testimonies i found online about how much pap smears fucking hurt. I have a gyne appointment in two weeks and im honestly terrified. Last time i couldn't even get the pap smear done because i started screaming as soon as the doctor picked up the speculum and even the ultrasound probe felt like someone was cutting me open with a knife and all my doctor said was "uh weird. Can you even have sex?" and i said i don't have sex and the conversation ended. Now im going to another doctor and im still afraid she will brush it off because "pain is part of womanhood" or whatever the fuck!! I almost cried when she mentioned on the phone that i should actually get a pap smear done. I've been having nightmares about it... I think I will never get one again, honestly I prefer the risk of cervix cancer. And it's not even that, now im terrified of gynecological visits all together. And literally NO one talks about it ever. It's just "try relaxing! Try doing yoga! :)" fuck off!

(Link to the original post in question)

Yeah, I have to get another pap smear in three years, and I'm flat out going to refuse unless they knock me out for it. If they will not do that I'm not getting it. And I will not be shamed into allowing myself to be tortured. If doctors want me to get this procedure, then they need to provide anesthetic or laughing gas or what the fuck ever.

More people need to start speaking up about this and saying plainly, "Yes, it can literally be agonizing". Because at this moment everything you google about pap smears is literally just systemic fucking gaslighting and victim blaming.

I'm glad my post is helping other people feel seen and understood. Now we need to get more people to talk about it without being shamed into silence. Maybe more people would be willing to get pap smears if doctors weren't literally lying to their faces about how it doesn't hurt, and actually anesthesia or whatever the fuck you wanna call it.

This is systemic medical misogyny and it needs to be talked about and called out. People deserve to know the fucking truth instead of being lied to and guilted and shamed into getting a pap smear without any warning of how horrible it can be.

It is not our responsibility as patients to be propaganda machines for a procedure that is torturous just because doctors refuse to fucking provide pain relief for it. This shit needs to change. Any doctor who performs pap smears needs to be required to offer anesthesia of some kind, at no fucking cost to the patient.

[izvmimi]

WSB (and WSHB) - Chapter III

cw: medical talk and doctor’s visit

Masterlist

The examination room has been so quiet for the past few minutes that Ochaco startles once the door opens, and a bright-eyed, cheery physician nearly twirls into the room.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Uraraka, is that correct?” She says, quickly finding a seat on a rolling chair and swiveling towards the ultrasound machine.

There’s something about the unabashed merriment the provider emits that perks the young woman up immediately, and she nods emphatically. There’s a bit more life breathed into the room.

“Y-yes!”

Dr. Watanabe introduces herself, and Ochaco immediately trusts her by the firmness of her handshake. She then turns immediately to eye the young man who is far too large to be shrinking himself into the corner. Fathers are often nervous for a myriad of reasons, and Watanabe is trained well enough to know to tread carefully.

“And who’s in the room with you, Ms. Uraraka?”

It’s a matter of course to ask. Dr. Watanabe is already aware who the two are as individuals, given their high profile, but is very professional, making sure to lower her eyes and focus on fetching the ultrasound gel from the warmers as she awaits their response to confirm their relationship.

Ochaco pauses. What is their relationship? Partner doesn’t seem quite right, but something about ‘baby’s father’ feels too distanced. She glances at Izuku inquisitively and he introduces himself, answering the question for the two women.

“Izuku Midoriya. I’m the baby’s father.” He replies, fingers steepled. His voice is surprisingly even.

Ochaco ignores the slight ache in her chest.

“Wonderful. You’re okay seated where you are, but if you’d like to see the screen, I’d suggest you move a little further back.” She adjusts the screen as she uncovers Ochaco’s lower belly, to point towards him, and smiles.

“We’ll take pictures through your belly, then your vagina,” she confirms with the young woman. “Let me know if you’re uncomfortable at any time.”

Izuku keeps his eyes focused on the screen throughout the examination, listening carefully as the doctor points out the tiniest little gestational sac. When she eventually switches to a different probe for the second approach, Izuku wonders if it’s appropriate to stay and watch through this more intimate portion.

As if he wasn’t so intimately entangled with her in the first place. Is it appropriate to try to excuse himself now?

As his mind wanders, Ochaco reaches for his hand, wincing slightly as the probe moves inside her. He holds her hand tightly in turn, and checks her facial expression. Her eyes are closed and she seems to be dreaming, rather than watching the screen as he has been so focused on before this very moment.

She squeezes his hand once more, then opens her eyes, and they both look at the screen the same time as Dr. Watanable speaks.

“Here’s the heartbeat,” she points out, zoning in on a flicker of gray within a sac.

Izuku’s own heart seems to stop. For a moment, it’s as if his world shifts, and everything around him is grayscale, not unlike the pixels on the screen. The fetus that is his. The life that is his.

His child.

His heart restarts, and his other hand encloses Ochaco’s. He can’t help the smile that forms on his lips.

He’s going to be a father.

---

There’s a heavy compounded thud as both Katsuki and Izuku drop their weights nearly in unison on the shock absorbing mats that line the specialized training room they’ve booked for the evening. The rooms are notorious for a dome-like shape and a lack of windows, making them feel like closer quarters than they actually are, but they’re specialized to be impact-resistant and are perfect for the two Heroes to use their Quirks to the fullest.

Katsuki will often less readily admit  that these sessions with Izuku have helped him stay focused but he doesn’t let go of the fact that he missed their last two. Besides, bringing up his counterpart’s absence two evenings ago makes it easier for him to question Izuku’s situation without outright betraying his concern for his friend as well.

Without giving himself a break, Izuku immediately shifts over to the preloaded lifting bench and lays himself back, preparing himself to start another set. Katsuki eyes Izuku warily as he wraps his fingers around the bar but still positions himself immediately to spot him. Izuku does tend to get quiet while he’s in the middle of a set, but it’s still uncharacteristic of him to be quiet between sets.

So Bakugou clears his throat and forces the conversation.

“I’m assuming the visit went well?” he asks, as Izuku exhales through a lift.

“Yeah, they said everything looks good,” Izuku replies through a huff as he lowers the weight.

“Girl or boy?”

Izuku strains again as he puts up the weight.

“Too early.”

Katsuki makes a disapproving grunt at that answer.

“It better be a girl.”

Izuku actually pauses and looks up at Katsuki, surprised.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want us both having sons first, especially if yours is coming first.”

Izuku sets down the weight and looks up at him again, then for the first time in a little while, actually ends up cracking up.

“Really, Kacchan?”

Bakugou tries to hide the fact that he’s thankful for Izuku’s laughter. He crosses his arms.

“Yeah, really.”

There’s another bit of quiet as Izuku takes a swig from his water bottle, then Katsuki asks the question he really wanted to ask.

“D’you talk to Chatty yet?”

Once he brings you up, it’s as though the humor drains out of the room, and Izuku, no longer enthused with the conversation, lays back down to restart his reps.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he replies finally, and Katsuki decides he’s indulged him long enough. He snatches the bar out of his hands and Izuku, surprised, sits back up and gives him a dirty look. Katsuki, however, is far better at glaring.

“The hell you mean there’s nothing to talk about!”

Izuku grits his teeth. “You’re forgetting that she dumped me ? This doesn’t concern her anymore! It’s not like I cheated on her or anything!” He laughs again, but it’s more of an exasperated sigh, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t owe her anything.”

He’s right. He doesn’t, Bakugou thinks. And yet…

“You realize if she doesn’t hear it from you, it’s going to be a million times worse, right? Then Tessa will have to hear about it, then I will have to hear about it-”

Izuku raises an eyebrow. “So you just want to save yourself some headache, huh?”

Bakugou shrugs.

“I mean, yeah, do you blame me?”

Izuku tenses, but instead snatches the weight back from Bakugou. Again, he gives him the look that reminds him that he isn’t always the same easily bullied kid from their childhood. Bakugou however doesn’t let up. Not because he wants to antagonize his friend much further, but because he knows that Izuku is lying to himself.

“She won’t even care,” Izuku finally mutters under his breath. “She told me she was done.”

Bakugou prefers not to argue with him, because the two of them both know that there are multiple layers of falsehood to that statement. They just disagree on which ones.

---

Right as the clock struck 3 pm, you managed to finish inventory and closed up your clinic before jumping back into your car to get ready for the evening. Catching a view of your own face in the rear view mirror, you grimaced, wondering how even in your late 20s, the same pimple on the right side of your chin continued to appear like clockwork just prior to any formal event. Thankfully, it wasn’t something a little concealer wouldn’t fix.

At 7 pm tonight, an alumni event was planned to dedicate a new training building for the incoming UA class in thanks for your generous class contribution over the past year. It would be the first time you would see all of your old classmates at once, and of course, there was some trepidation at the idea of seeing Izuku (and Izuku with Ochaco) after so long, but you had to remind yourself that you couldn’t avoid him forever.

Tessa had let you know that she was aiming for a classic red floor-length dress, and you decided to follow a similar level of sophistication, smoothing your hands over a navy blue maxi dress with a grecian neckline before placing it on the bed. Giving yourself time to rescue your skin with an emergency face mask, you flip on the television for background chatter before traipsing around your apartment and tidying up what you could as your timer counts down.

You barely paid attention to the tv, instead thinking of what you would say once you got there. What if he said hello? What if he didn’t? Would you say hello first? What if Ochaco said hello? Obviously you’d have to respond and smile wide enough to quell your discomfort. Would it make it seem like you were still hurt? Maybe you should say hi first?

Maybe you shouldn’t go.

Maybe you should, and you should look damn good doing so.

Pushing a spray mop across the hardwood, you tried to think about something else. You hadn’t seen Sero in a while for example and weren’t exactly sure what he was up to, aside from probably breaking hearts and working up the Celebrity aspect of Hero-dom. You had absolutely no idea when the last time you’d seen Shoji was, and for all you knew had probably moved to an underwater lair somewhere. You hadn’t seen Rikido aside from preliminary cake tasting for Tessa and Katsuki’s wedding, so maybe this was a good time for him to share a recipe with you once you ran out of small talk.

The mask continued to harden on your skin, and you were just about to go wash it off, when Deku’s name coming from the television finally caught your attention. Of course, it wasn’t odd for the news to talk about him, as he was still topping the Hero ranking at this time, but you could feel your heart skip a beat.

You considered reaching for the remote where you tossed it haphazardly on the couch while cleaning off the coffee table but then your ears perked up suddenly at the talk show’s host’s next statement.

“We hear rumors that sweetheart Uravity and our Symbol of Peace might be expecting? It feels like just months ago we were hearing about that dramatic split between him and Tokyo’s angel Tenacity. Is it true? Let’s dive into our intel.”

Your head started to spin.

Expecting…? Expecting what?

Your fingers fumbled as you leapt for your phone, the sensation of your throat closing up worsening by the second. Tessa did not answer until the fifth ring, and your panic intensified with every single drawn out tone, but her voice did end up coming through. It was clear from her breathy “Hello?” that she’d run to pick it up.

Milliseconds passed before the first thing you asked was the following:

“Did you know?”

Tessa paused and you could feel your stomach twist. The fact that you didn’t have to say more, and the defeat in her voice when she replied gave you enough of the confirmation you needed.

“I-If it’s what I think it is, I wasn’t sure if it were my place to-”

Before you could hear the rest of her sentence, you hung up the phone and retreated into your bedroom to sob.

---

You’re not sure how your legs carried you here, what your plan was, or what your endgame could possibly be but barely an hour after hearing that news, you find yourself standing in front of Shoto’s apartment, knocking on his door and wiping the tears that won’t stop flowing away from your cheeks. You don’t even remember when you’d started crying again.

It’s only 6pm, and the reds, yellows and browns of the setting sun don’t do enough to hide the fact that you look awful - skin dried out from the face mask that overtreated your skin, and the redness of your eyes turning you into some kind of hideous creature.

Shoto might not even be home, you realize, but you have to try. Tessa has called and texted your phone enough times by now that you blocked her number - an action that would no doubt be temporary but was symbolic of just how upset you were. Your brother would not understand if you called him, your parents were too far away, and to be quite honest, what you needed was a different kind of comfort.

When Shoto opens the door and takes you in, hair messy in a ponytail and eyes swollen with tears, his concern is immediate, but before he asks you what’s going on, you find yourself wrapping your arms around him.

He freezes, and then he hesitantly wraps his arms around yours, keeping you close.

He doesn’t ask what happened, and that’s what you love the most about him in this instant - the fact that you don’t really have to explain anything, at least not right now, as he steps back into this home, pulling you into its warmth.

…

You ended up staying the evening. Shoto let you talk and talk and talk about everything, very little of which was related to what brought you in in the first place, but was sufficiently distracting enough. Then, after a fair amount of convincing, Shoto did end up showing up to the dedication ceremony (even if he was a little late) instead of staying in with you. The kind person he is, he allowed you to stay in his apartment, where you tried to keep your mind occupied with back to back b-movies, keeping your phone on silent. You couldn’t bring yourself to go home, alone, where the silence would be too deafening.

Shoto returned promptly a few minutes before 10 pm and you awaited him a little too eagerly.

“He asked about you,” Shoto says first, handing you a bag of far too greasy fries over the kitchen counter which you accept with a twinge of embarrassment. “Not to me directly, so I didn’t say anything. Just… your name came up in conversation.”

You glance at your turned off phone, then take a bite out of a fry.

“Thank you,” you murmur. Your voice comes out quieter than you intend it to be.

“They all noticed you weren’t there,” he states in his typical smooth and neutral voice, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you. You try not to meet his gaze.

A part of you thinks bitterly, How nice, thinking about how many of them must be either pitying you right now. You decide to say nothing.

He replies to your silence. “The food was good.”

“I guess I missed out then.” You force a laugh.

Shoto leans over the counter to face you head-on. You can feel your face warm at the sensation of being so thoroughly studied, and he breaks the tension ever so slightly by reaching for a fry and popping it in his mouth. You watch him chew and swallow deliberately, unsure of what he’s thinking. You never know what he’s thinking, if he appreciated your lighthearted statement or not, or anything really - just that he looks at you as though he sees through your very soul. Always.

Shoto is terribly handsome, you realize when he looks at you, really takes you in like this.

Maybe it was the need for another human’s touch, a romantic touch that you were missing, the feeling of being wanted. Perhaps that was the reason you’d come specifically here, rather than anywhere else. But as he leans over, you find yourself leaning forward too, and seconds later, your lips meet. You taste the lingering salt on his lips, then his tongue, and his tongue ventures down your throat. You break apart, and you breathe softly, wondering what you’ve just done. Your heart races while Shoto comes around the barrier between you two to crash into you again.

Your second kiss is more intense, as though the first was simply a test of the waters, a gentle wade in a pool, and this one is a plunge; you hungrily swap saliva and it feels as though you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be physically intimate.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his breath tickling the side of your neck.

There’s a fire in your belly that doesn’t care for your thoughts. You bite his lower lip in the affirmative, and he hikes up one of your legs to hook around his.

You’ve always liked him… enough.

You can feel him grow against you, and his hand creeps under your shirt, and you get a flash of something white as a calloused finger grazes over the top of your bra and then-

Tears.

Fat tears, profuse sobs that run through your body; your hands push against him without enough strength to shove him, and yet still firmly, and he immediately lets go.

It’s only when you see the crestfallen yet understanding look on his face that it really occurs to you what you’ve just done.

Shown up in the middle of the day, invading his space, with no real explanation. Kissing him first, only to act as though he’s forcing himself on you. It’s not right.

“I-I’m sorry, oh my God, I didn’t mean it, let me just-”

The tears are still falling like a leaky faucet.

“It’s okay,” he says, offering you a muted smile. He pulls you back again in a hug and this time you cry for real into him, staining his shirt with hot tears. Your hands curl into fists against his chest and your body shakes, but he still holds you until the worst of it is over.

“It’s okay,” he repeats. “I get it.”

Does he really get it? Can he get it? You’d been unconsciously holding on to the vestiges of that relationship, hoping for a miracle that would prove Izuku would put you first.

You only realize this sad truth now, when you find the door closing suddenly and sharply, and yourself locked out on the other end of it.

Does he really know what it’s like to know that your love stands no chance?

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Part 9 ❤️🍼💍

The following week, David was sitting next to Nikki in her first OBGYN appointment. She had just had her blood work drawn and they were waiting to be called back into the ultrasound room. 

When her name was called, she stood up, excited but hesitant. She was remembering this very same walk when she carried Dakota, but oh, how different this time was.She felt David squeeze her hand which snapped her out of her thoughts. She hadn’t realized she hadn’t moved after standing up. 

“Ready, babe?” He asked softly. 

She nodded and they followed the ultrasound tech into the room. The ultrasound was to determine how far along she was since she had no earthly idea. She was sent to the bathroom to undress from the waist down and returned with a sheet around her lower half. Deacon and the nurse helped her up onto the table. She placed her feet in the stirrups in preparation for the vaginal ultrasound. 

Nikki couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something calming about the love of her life being next to her throughout this process. The human body was nothing to be embarrassed about to Nikki, but she dealt with the nitty gritty on a regular basis. She knew a lot of women felt uncomfortable exposed like this - laying on a table, spread eagle. She knew a lot of women didn’t like a hint of light being on if their pants were down, but David didn’t make her feel like that. She appreciated that. 

David sat on the side of Nikki opposite the ultrasound tech with one hand over Nikki’s on her belly, his other hand stroking the hair on her head. David struggled to make out what he was looking at on the screen as the tech entered the probe into Nikki, but soon saw a little bean shaped baby on the screen. Nikki started crying as soon as she saw their baby and heard the heart beat. Tears welled up in Deacon’s eyes as well. 

“Baby…” Nikki cried. 

“I see, darling.” Deacon said, his tone of voice like a hug to Nikki’s soul. “Isn’t our baby beautiful?”

Deacon pulled Nikki’s hand to his lips and kissed it as they watched their baby wiggle around on the screen and the tech took pictures and measurements. 

“You’re measuring approximately 11 weeks along,” the tech said, “but your blood work will also confirm that too.”

“Thank you so much.” Nikki said. 

 

Once the ultrasound was over, Nikki and Deacon followed the tech to their exam room. The doctor came in and told Nikki that her bloodwork confirmed we was 11 weeks and 3 days along, however her electrolytes were off from being sick and not eating and she was extremely dehydrated. After the birth control was removed from Nikki’s arm, the couple were sent to another area of the office where Nikki received an IV and fluids filled with electrolytes accompanied by some IV nausea medicine. 

 

Deacon knew Nikki had felt bad, but didn’t realize it was to the point of needing IV fluids, replacement electrolytes, and IV nausea

medication. Nikki admitted to him she didn’t realize that either. Regardless, a new Nikki walked out of the doctor’s office and he was so relieved to see her color back, her seemingly feeling better, and most of all - ready to eat. Deacon was thankful for everything that day: Nikki, her health, her feeling better, and most of all - their baby. He opened Nikki’s door for her and helped her in before taking his place in the driver’s seat. 

“Where would you like to eat, baby?” Deacon asked, reaching his arm across the console and resting his hand on her lower belly. 

“Mmmm..” Nikki started. 

“No.” Deacon cut her off, “I asked the baby. Not you.”

He held her gaze with a serious look for a moment and then winked at her. 

she laughed and popped his arm with her hand. 

“A cheeseburger sounds delectable.” Nikki said. 

“Easy, babe, you’re drooling.” Deacon tapped her chin with his index finger as he laughed, “But seriously, whatever you want, my love. As long as I get to see you eat something.” 

 

The couple were snuggled up watching a movie and eating supper when David’s pager went off signaling he had to leave. Nikki got off of the couch with David to hug him goodbye. He put on his badge and his gun before wrapping his arms around his girlfriend. 

“I love you so much, beautiful.” David said, burying his face in her hair. “I love both of you.”

Nikki kissed Deacon’s neck, then his jaw, resting on his lips. 

Deacon pulled away first, got down on his knees, lifted Nikki’s shirt up, and kissed her belly. 

“Daddy loves you, baby.” He said against Nikki’s skin. 

Nikki couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she watched and listened to David talk to their unborn baby. 

“Be safe, sweetheart,” Nikki said while David stood to his feet. They kissed again before she watched him leave. 

 

“What’s got you grinning like the Cheshire cat?” Luca asked when he saw his teammate walk into the building. 

Deacon chuckled, “Nikki went to the doctor today. She got some fluids and medicine. She’s done a complete 180. Man, I’m so glad she’s feeling like herself again.”

“Admit it, Deac, that’s only so you can get some.” Hondo chuckled, walking by Deacon and patting him on the shoulder. 

“You got me!” Deacon pointed at Hondo, following him with his index finger. 

The team joked together for a few minutes before Hondo gave them the run down of why they were all there. 

Once the mission was complete, David was more than ready to return home to his girl and their baby. He needed her in his arms.

 

The next morning, David woke to Nikki snuggled up next to him, tracing circles in his chest. 

“I’m ready to be your wife…” 

David perked up, waking up more when he heard Nikki say those words. 

“Hmmm, is that so?” He asked. 

“Are you not?” Nikki had a hint of concern in her voice. 

“Why don’t we go today?” 

Nikki pulled her head off of his shoulder and propped herself up on her elbow to look at him.

“What?”

“I said… why don’t we get married today?” David brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. “All we have to do is go down to the magistrates office, sign a marriage license, say some vows, and you’re Mrs. Kay.” He smiled at her in a way that gave her butterflies. 

“What about an engagement?” 

“Do we need one to know we want to get married?” 

“Well… I guess not… Dress and suit?”

“We can go buy you a dress, I have my class A uniform.”

“Witnesses?”

“I have an entire team that would be thrilled to be our witnesses.”

“Rings?”

“Let’s go pick em out, baby.”

“And a honeymoon?”

“We can take a honey/babymoon in 3 or so months - let you feel a little less miserable but not about to pop and it will give us time to plan a good trip.” 

“David Kay…”

“Yes, love?”

“Let’s get married.” 

 

The rest of 20-David were ecstatic to hear about David and Nikki’s courthouse wedding and were more than willing to clear their plans for the small ceremony at the magistrate’s office. 

“You look beautiful, babe.” Luca said, giving Nikki a hug.

“You all look phenomenal yourselves,” she replied, taking in each member in their best SWAT dress. 

“We’re so happy for you two,” Chris said, following Luca’s hug. 

“Thank you, Chris.”

“Let’s get married!” Hondo said, rounding up his team to begin the proceedings. “Deacon told me 8 months ago he was going to marry this girl,” he put his arm around Nikki, “and I don’t know how he’s waited any longer.” 

The team laughed and David took Nikki’s hand and led her inside of the building. Once everyone was seated in the small room used to little ceremonies, Nikki and Deacon joined the magistrate under the archway fixed up for couples. 

The time came for Deacon to say his vows. He intertwined his fingers in Nikki’s, never breaking eye contact with her. 

“Baby, it’s not secret to anyone in this room that you literally saved my life. You don’t have to tell me that I did all of the hard work. My desire to do any of the hard work came because you took the time to make sure I was okay in the middle of the most terrifying moment of my entire life. Now, it’s my turn to spend the rest of my life taking care of not only you, but also, taking care of our baby.” 

Nikki grinned when she heard the gasps of surprise coming from their friends. 

Deacon chuckled to himself, never breaking his gaze with Nikki, “You have become my very best friend, my girlfriend, for a very brief few moments - my fiance, you have become the mother of my baby, now it’s time to make you my wife. I promise to love and take care of you for the rest of my life, Nikki.”

Deacon slid Nikki’s rings onto her finger.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The magistrate spoke.

“Sergeant David Kay, you may kiss your bride.” 

David took Nikki’s face in his hands and passionately kissed her lips. 

20-David immediately began clapping and whistling. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. & Mrs. David Kay.” 

David’s team jumped up to hug the couple. 

“Talk about one hell of a pregnancy announcement!” Luca said. 

“Congratulations you two!” Hondo followed, “Deac, I see why you were so damn happy the other morning.” Luca laughed. 

“How are you feeling, babe?” Chris asked Nikki. 

“Much, much better after some IV fluids and medicine at my appointment.”

“How far along are you?” Hondo asked. 

“11 weeks and 4 days now,” David responded proudly. He pulled their ultrasound pictures out of his back pocket to show his team. Chris was the first to take them as Street and Luca looked over her shoulder. 

“Are you guys going on a honeymoon?” Tan asked. 

“Once I get around 30 weeks or so, we’re going to plan a trip away. A honey moon and baby moon.” Nikki said. 

“We’re so happy for you two.” Chris said. 

“Thank you so much,” Nikki replied, giving her a hug.

David and his new bride were both so grateful for each other and the support of his teammates.

[killed-by-choice]

Patient E, 18 (USA 1983)

The medical board’s documents refer to the dead 18-year-old as Patient E. Some sources later referred to her as Ellen or Ellie Roe, so I’m going to use the name Ellie. (There’s a second case with a dead women referred to as Ellen Roe, so having a different pseudonym helps avoid confusion.)

On November 29, 1983, Ellie was 18 years old and in the second trimester. Abortionist Andre Nehorayoff, who was disciplined by the medical board a few years before for the death of another young abortion client, was responsible for the death of Ellie and her baby.

Nehorayoff did not record a medical history or examine Ellie. The chart that should have contained her medical information was completely blank. No ultrasound was performed and Nehorayoff did not adequately dilate Ellie’s cervix, putting her even more at risk for injuries.

Nehorayoff succeeded in killing Ellie’s baby, but he left body parts behind and knowingly sent Ellie home with the fetal body parts still inside of her. He entered the following note in Ellie’s chart: “Pt. is advised that she might pass some tissue, contact me at any time or if she bleeds heavily.”

2 days after discharging Ellie, Nehorayoff received a lab report from the pathology analysis. The only tissue sent in after the abortion was from the placenta, not from fetal body parts. Nehorayoff did not contact Ellie or refer her to a hospital. He didn’t even note the test results in her chart.

On December 3 at 5:10 AM, the comatose teenage girl was rushed to the ER. An hour and 10 minutes later, she was pronounced dead.

The autopsy results were like something out of a horror movie. Dismembered parts of her baby’s corpse were found, including the left leg protruding from her uterus. Ellie bled to death from her injuries.

Ellie was at least the second teenager killed by Nehorayoff’s abortions. A few years before, he’d killed a 19-year-old girl who also died in New Jersey. If the medical board had permanently revoked his license after he killed 19-year-old Patient F (also known as Faye Roe), maybe Ellie would be alive today.

Medical Board Documents

“Court gives physician another chance to reclaim license,” Associated Press, March 24, 2000

26 Dangerous Docs: State Probe Eyes MDS

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 64)

Summary: Following your recent discovery, you and Steve find a permanent home and see your little bean for the first time

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Tiny bit of Angst! Fluff! SMUT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 64: A New Home*

You arrived in Wakanda to a warm welcome. T’Challa stood with Okoye and the rest of the Dora Milaje.

“Captain it’s a pleasure to see you, I have to say I wasn’t expecting to see you all so soon” T’Challa smiles as he shakes Steve’s hand.

“We weren’t expecting it either” Steve admits as he glances down at you.

“So what is it that brings you back to our kingdom?” T’Challa asks as you walk inside.

You glance up at Steve with a small smile “I’m pregnant” you smile looking back over at T’Challa.

“Congratulations,” he smiles.

“Thank you, but of course we can’t exactly just visit any old hospital without risking being arrested” Steve explains, T’Challa holding up his hand as he nods in understanding.

“Say no more, you are more than welcome to use our medical expertise, and please use Wakanda as your base, for a sense of stability, we can set you all up with your own apartments” T’Challa offers.

“It would be good to have somewhere permanent to stay” you admit glancing up at Steve.

“Consider it sorted, I’ll have my staff on it right away,” T’Challa says before Steve has a chance to protest.

“Thank you T’Challa we can’t thank you enough,” Steve says “please if there’s anything we can do let us know”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but we both know that won’t happen” T’Challa smirks making Steve chuckle.

“I can only ask for that much” Steve smiles, pausing when you reached the in-house medical wing of the palace.

“Let me introduce you to Doctor Achebe she and her team will take great of you,” T’Challa says gesturing over to a small friendly-looking Doctor.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, what can we do for you?” Dr Achebe smiled shaking both your and Steve's hand.

“I’m pregnant” you explain as Steve puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Congratulations how far along?” Dr Achebe asks with a warm smile.

“We were hoping you could answer that for us” Steve chuckles.

“Of course follow me and we’ll get you examined” Dr Achebe smiles waving for you to follow.

“I’ll leave you to it, I’ll see you two later hopefully with your apartment ready for you,” T’Challa says before leaving you with Dr Achebe.

“Right this way” Dr Achebe directs leading you down the corridor and into an examination room.

“Okay since this is a dating scan it will be using this probe instead of the typical ultrasound” Dr Achebe explains holding up the wand.

“So you can either change into this gown or just remove your trousers and underwear, whatever you’re more comfortable with. I’ll step out while you get ready and once you are just climb up onto the bed and cover up using this sheet” Dr Achebe explains as you nod in understanding.

“That’s great thank you” you smile before she heads out.

Once the door was shut you start unbuttoning your jeans catching Steve smirking as he watched.

“What are you smirking at?” You ask with a light chuckle.

“Just wasn’t expecting a strip tease that’s all” Steve smirks making you laugh.

“It’s your insatiable sex drive that got us into this situation” you point out as you push your panties off, balling them up before throwing them in his direction.

Steve laughed as he caught them easily “I don’t recall you complaining, in fact I remember it being the complete opposite” he smirks.

“I’m still blaming you” you chuckle as you climb onto the bed and pull the sheet over.

“You better not expect an apology then” he smirks kissing your forehead before going to tell Dr Achebe that you were ready.

“Okay let’s start the scan” Dr Achebe smiles as she walks back in.

You smile over at Steve as he sits back down beside you, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips.

“Okay, so there is your little one” Dr Achebe says pointing to the small bean on the screen.

“Oh my god,” you mutter tears forming in your eyes.

“Is it okay? Nothing wrong?” Steve asks squeezing your hand gently.

“Nope your baby looks perfectly healthy, and by the looks of it you are about 10 weeks along” Dr Achebe smiles as both you and Steve let out a sigh of relief.

Steve had to clear his throat as he felt a lump of emotion building up. Staring at the little bean on the screen he couldn’t quite comprehend that it was his child. He looked over at you seeing you equally overcome with emotion, he didn’t think he could love you anymore but seeing that you were currently carrying his child just made his love for you grow tenfold.

He couldn’t believe that in under 9 months' time there would be a mini version of him or you running around. He couldn’t help but smile when he remembered all the trouble he got into as a kid. His mind then took a more worrying turn as he then remembered all the times he was ill. What if he gave his child all the same illnesses?

“10 weeks” you repeat in amazement.

“Yes, so by that we can estimate that your due date will be the 28th of May” Dr Achebe explains.

“That’s amazing thank you so much” you smile not being able to look away from the screen.

“You’re welcome, I’ve taken some photos for you, since you’re so close to 12 weeks we can push the next scan back by a couple of weeks to 14 weeks if you’d like” Dr Achebe offers as she finishes the scan.

“That would be great thank you” you agree with a smile.

“Do you have any questions?” Dr Achebe asks as she puts the equipment away.

“Um I have one, I had a lot of medical conditions before the serum what are the chances of them being passed on?” Steve asks nervously.

“Very low, I’m correct in saying the serum altered your cells' DNA yes?” She asks.

“That’s what Dr Erskine said” Steve nods.

“Yes so your entire DNA was altered by the serum including the DNA that is passed down to your children, but if you are still concerned we can do more regular scans so we can monitor the catch any issue early” Dr Achebe offers.

“That would be great thank you” you agree squeezing Steve’s hand reassuringly.

“Okay, I’ll let you get dressed and I’ll be outside with your photos when you’re ready” Dr Achebe smiles before stepping back out.

You sit back up and instantly turn to face Steve “hey what’s going on in that head of yours,” you say cupping his cheeks.

“Nothing, just seeing our little bean made it so much more real and I love them so much already that I don’t want anything to go wrong” Steve sighs shaking his head.

“Everything is gonna be okay, you heard Dr Achebe, this baby is not only gonna be half super solider but also a quarter Asgardian, the only ones that are gonna need help is us when it starts running around the house at 30 miles per hour” you reassure him with a small smirk at the end.

“We’re definitely gonna have our hands full” Steve agrees with a small chuckle.

“Everything is gonna be okay, and we’re in the best place if for whatever reason something does go wrong but let's not worry about that until it actually happens okay?” You say running your thumbs over his beard.

“Okay” Steve agrees with a nod of his head.

“I love you” you smile kissing his forehead.

“I love you too” he sighs cupping your cheek to bring his lips to yours.

“C’mon let's go get the photos,” you say pushing yourself off the bed and grabbing your jeans.

“Can I have my panties back Steve?” You ask holding out your hand.

“I haven’t got them,” Steve says shrugging his shoulders as he holds back a smirk.

“Steve seriously” you laugh shaking your head at him.

He gives you an innocent smile shrugging his shoulders again and you just roll your eyes at him “pervert” you mutter making him laugh as you pull up your jeans.

“C’mon let's go get the photos, I know the others are dying to see them” you smile holding out your hand.

“Rightfully so” Steve smirks as he takes your hand and leads you out of the room.

“Okay here are your photos and I’ve booked you in four weeks' time" Dr Achebe smiles passing you the photos.

“Thank you so much” you smile as you look down at the photos.

“My pleasure, have a nice day” she smiles before you head off.

Walking back the way you came you found the rest of the team standing outside waiting for you.

“Oh can I see!” Wanda smiles when she spots you.

“Of course” you smile showing her the photo and pointing to the baby.

“Aw, it’s got Steve’s face” Nat smirks as she peered over Wanda’s shoulders.

“Thanks Romanoff” Steve deadpans shaking his head slightly.

“Congrats man, so is everything okay?” Sam asks clapping Steve on the shoulder.

“Yep, all nice and healthy, I’m already 10 weeks” you explain making Nat snort.

“Wasn’t your anniversary 10 weeks ago?” She asks arching her brow.

You think for a moment realising she was right before biting your lip as you look up at Steve who was blushing.

“Maybe" he mutters clearing his throat.

"Well, you guys certainly celebrated with a bang” Sam laughs shaking his head.

“I’d say it was more of a splash” you smirk making Steve groan and the others let out a noise of disgust.

“I’m so glad we weren’t with you in Asgard” Nat mutters shaking her head.

That evening after spending the rest of the day relaxing in the warmth of the Wakandan sun, T’Challa showed you to the apartments he’d organised.

Nat, Sam and Wanda had agreed to all share one apartment together. While you and Steve got your own. Nat's reason was that she didn’t want to hear the baby screaming at 3 am. You couldn’t argue with that logic, you weren’t exactly looking forward to the sleepless nights.

You were looking forward to having your own space again. You missed being able to hide away with Steve and just relax together. It would be like being back in the early days when you lived in Washington DC together.

“The apartment comes fully furnished but we have cleared out the second bedroom so that you can decorate that as you so wish” T’Challa smiles as he shows you around the apartment.

“This is perfect thank you so much T’Challa” you smile shaking your head in disbelief.

“It's my pleasure, the kitchen is stocked with everything you could need but if you need anything specific let me know and we’ll organise for it to be delivered” T’Challa explains gesturing to the small Kitchen.

“You’re definitely going for the 5-star review” Steve smirks making T’Challa laugh.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying” T’Challa smiles shrugging his shoulders.

“You two have had an exciting day so I’ll let you rest, see you around” T’Challa smiles before he heads out.

You smile as you continue to look around the apartment. It was a similar size to a typical 2-bed apartment in New York. Not large by any means but it was the perfect size for what you needed. Your favourite part though was the balcony that looked over the grasslands.

Stepping outside the air was still warm but there was a nice cooling breeze. Steve followed you outside standing behind you as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting on your stomach. You smiled as you leaned back against him your hands joining his.

“I could get used to this being on the run stuff” you smirk glancing up over your shoulder at Steve.

He laughs as he presses a kiss to your shoulder “yeah if I’d known we’d end up here I’d have gotten you pregnant sooner” Steve mumbles against your shoulder.

You throw your head back laughing turning around in his arms to face him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, fingers running up the nape of his neck and up into his long blond locks.

“I know when we found out everything seemed uncertain but I’m really happy with where we are right now, it all just seems…. Right,” you sigh as you look up at him.

A lopsided grin grows on Steve’s face as he cups your jaw lifting your lips to his. You smile into the kiss as he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“I’m really happy too, and fuck seeing our little bean today and knowing that you’re creating this beautiful new life right now… I couldn’t be more in love with you if I tried” Steve smiles feeling tears collect in the corner of his eyes.

“I love you too, so, so much” you smile sniffling back your own tears as you wiped away his.

Steve smiles chuckling gently as he kissed you once more. Except this time no one pulled away. The kiss only deepened as you put all your love for each other into it. Your hands moved further up into his hair, gently tugging at it making him groan gently. His hands gripped your hips tightly pulling them against his allowing you to feel his growing erection.

“Wait” Steve pants as he rests your forehead against yours.

“Can we still have-“ he starts making you smile.

“Yes we can” you interrupt already knowing what he was worrying over “and I’d make the most of it because we’re gonna have even less time to ourselves”

“We better take this inside then” Steve smirks easily picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

You smile, your hands resting on his neck and shoulders as you lean down to kiss him. Steve sighs in contentment the hand he had on your ass squeezing as he carried you back inside. He effortlessly walked through the apartment like he knew it like the back of his hand. No bumping into anything that would disrupt you.

Once he reached the bed he gently set you down, laying you down beneath him. He pulled away enough that he could admire you. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips were swollen making them even more tempting. Your hair cascaded around your head forming a halo. The last thing he admired was your eyes, pupils blown to the point that he could barely see your irises. The warmth, love and joy they conveyed made his smile grow before pressing a languid kiss to your lips.

“I love you so much" Steve murmurs as his lips travel across your neck.

“I love you too” you breathe out head tilting back to give him better access.

Your hands explored each other's bodies even though you had every dip and curve committed to memory. You took your time undressing each other, there was no need to rush. You both wanted to take your time and show how much you loved each other.

Soon there was nothing between the two of you. Steve’s lips travel down your body. You gasped your back arching as his lips found your breast, his tongue swirling around your sensitive peak. His hand finds your other breast giving it equal attention.

“Steve-“ you moan shifting underneath him as your body tingles from his touch.

“Don’t worry princess I’m gonna take real good care of you” Steve says glancing up at you through his lashes.

His lips move down from your chest and across your abdomen. You shift underneath him as his lips move closer and closer to your core. Letting out a gasp when you felt his breath against your core. You didn’t need to look at Steve to know he was smirking.

You mewl beneath him as he licks a long stripe up your slit, collecting your juices before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. You barely had time to recover from his first touch when he delved in.

He didn’t eat like a man starved, he took his time, savouring the taste of you. You could feel your orgasm slowly building to a height previously unheard of. That coil within you tightened in a way that you didn’t want it to stop. Yet you were desperate for a release, as Steve’s tongue delved inside of you.

You barely stifled a moan as you came hard. The coil snapped as Steve lapped up everything you gave him. Your head was in the stars to the point you were completely unaware Steve was above you until he kissed you deeply. You let out a startled moan cupping his cheek. You could taste yourself in his lips, feel the excess of your release on his beard.

Your hand moved from his cheek, down his neck to his chest. Fingernail trailing over his skin, feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. Your hand finds his pulsating erection, your fingers wrapping around him. Lining him up at your entrance.

Steve presses his forehead against yours, smiling as he presses another kiss to your lips. He then presses up into you leaving the both of you moaning at the sensation of him filling you up.

“I know I’ve said this a million times already but I love you so much,” Steve says his chest heaving as he rests his forehead against yours once more.

“Say it again” you moan rolling your hips and making him groan.

“I love you” Steve smiles kissing your neck.

“I love you too” you smile fingers running through his hair.

Steve kisses you deeply once more as he starts slowly thrusting into you. He sets a steady pace and your hips move to meet his. You cling onto his back, fingers moving up into his hair. He buried his face into the crook of your neck pressing kisses and nipping at your skin.

You felt that coil within your tightening once more, hooking your leg around his hips to keep him there. He could feel that you were close, the feeling of your walls pulsating around him. His lips found your pulse point, sucking on it in a way he knew would push you over the edge. You threw your head back with a gasp as you came. Your walls clenched around him milking every ounce from him as he found his release.

As he came down from his high he was careful to keep his weight off you. Even if you were pulling him down against you. He looked down at your bliss-filled face, your eyes barely open as you basked in the afterglow. He smiles warmly down at you as he brushes some hair out of your face.

“You okay?” He asks gently.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” you say between deep breaths, making Steve’s smile grow even more.

He went to pull out of you, go grab a cloth to clean up with but you stopped him. Gripping hold of his shoulders, leg around his hips.

“Don’t go” you plead.

“But-“ Steve starts but you interrupt.

“Please, just a few more minutes,” you ask looking up at him through your lashes.

Steve couldn’t deny you, especially with that face. Plus he didn’t mind the idea of you keeping him warm.

“Okay let me just readjust” Steve agrees kissing you gently.

You nod in agreement as he pulls out enough to move beside you before sliding back in. He pulls you back against his chest, kissing your shoulder as his hand moves to rest on your stomach.

“I love you both so much” Steve sighs burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“We love you too” you smile taking his hand and bringing it to your lips.

Steve smiles kissing your shoulder as he grabs the covers and pulls them over you.

“Rest up princess” Steve whispers feeling you already falling asleep.

You hum in agreement already falling asleep in his arms.

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Very long 3am medical vent - just getting this off my chest because I feel like I have no one to tell (and in case anyone has suffered a similar experience, if you manage to read it all)

I had a Mirena coil inserted last year after a course of hormone shots to (ideally) stop or significantly lighten my period and help with the debilitating pain from my ovulation and period. Tbh I don’t feel it’s really worked because I still have really bad pain and fairly heavy periods (as in more so than average). I think I accepted a while ago that barring a miracle I’ll probably always have worse than average periods due to PCOS and endometriosis (which also runs in my family unfortunately), so I’ve tried to be reasonable in my expectations.

I first went to the doctor with period woes when I was 15 or 16 i.e. roughly 11 years ago, and truly I feel like it has been 11 years of hell. Just pill after pill with different horrible side effects, ultrasounds where they make you fill your bladder up to bursting point and then proceed to push on it for 20 minutes, transvaginal scans where they stuff a big long probe in you and push it around, the God awful laparoscopy I had where the surgeon left the hospital before I even woke up from anaesthetic, so there was no one to actually explain what they did or found during the surgery and then sent me home two hours later with two packets of paracetamol, the hormone shots which induced menopause (my immense sympathy to everyone going through menopause, it was a nightmare and I’m dreading it now), and now this coil.

And the whole time - the WHOLE time, every treatment, every step of the way, I feel there has always been someone downplaying my experience and my pain. During the hormone shots I mentioned that I was experiencing severe fatigue, that I was at risk of losing my job because I was so exhausted to the point of not being able to function - the doctor’s reply was to tell me to test for Covid because that makes people very tired. Never mind the fact I literally had to show a negative test taken within the last 24 hours just to get in to the hospital. It couldn’t be possible that the intense hormones shots that were inducing menopause made me tired could it? No it has to be something completely unrelated that I was too stupid to realise.

6 months after getting my coil inserted I had severe cramps in my pelvis so returned to the doctor, they found out I had a UTI. “I was actually told (both by a retired gynaecologist, and by women who have/had a coil) that having a coil can increase the frequency of UTIs (something the doctor didn’t warn me of before inserting it)” I said to my gyno. “No” he replied “that doesn’t happen”

??? Okay, so there’s no chance that having a foreign object wedged in my literal womb could cause infection?? None at all?? Before the coil I used to get UTIs roughly once every two years, now I get them every six months. But there’s nooo way it could be related to the coil, because there’s no way he could be wrong right? I also mention that I feel I’ve gained weight and feel hungry all the time. “I don’t think that’s related, maybe you’ve been eating more during the lockdown”. Be so fr. Because as we all know increased oestrogen NEVER causes weight gain. I’ve also noticed my labia changing colour and a small freckle. Completely normal and random he says, nothing to do with the coil. Sure, never mind that it’s well established that increased oestrogen can also make your labia darker. But it’s just a coincidence, I’m being silly.

And recently I had what feels like to me that the straw that had broken the camels back. I had my first Pap smear two weeks ago. It was really uncomfortable, first because the nurse couldn’t ‘find’ my cervix so had to use a big speculum but whatever, it was tolerable. Then she tells me she can’t find the Mirena coil strings (you’re supposed to be able to feel the threads attached to the coil, similar to a tampon but much higher up and much thinner strings). Oh shit. She tells me that my GP can check it, she’s inserted coils before.

Cool, so she’ll be the expert. The examination from the GP was the second most painful thing I’ve experienced (first is the laparoscopy) and I’ve suffered broken bones, wisdom teeth removal, gastroscopy, colonoscopy, waxing, generally living with severe period pains etc. which is to say, I like to think I have a decent pain tolerance.

First she shoves the big speculum up there for honest to God 10 minutes, then her fingers, then the speculum again and something to scrape away internal discharge so she could get a clearer view of my cervix. I felt like she was ripping my cervix open. I got on the bus home and just openly started crying (thankfully it was mostly empty, I got a few weird stares and an older lady and the bus driver asked if I was okay which was nice at least). It was mortifying. I was in so much pain for a good five days. It hurt to go to the toilet, it hurt to sit on hard chairs, it just hurt all the time, and I was having brown discharge. On day three I called the GP’s reception because she didn’t warn me about all this and I’m concerned about how long it will last. When I call the GP is on her way out and won’t talk on the phone, she answers via the receptionist instead, “that’s not related to the exam. That shouldn’t be happening. Maybe you have an infection instead”.

ARE. YOU. SHITTING ME. And the thing is on the day of the exam the GP actually apologised because she acknowledged that it must have been painful for me and it was more difficult and long winded than usual. So the absolute audacity to act like what I’m going through has nothing to do with what she did. Oh, and she still can’t find the strings.

I’m just… so tired. I’m so tired of being treated like a human pincushion. I feel like a slab of meat on a butcher’s table honestly. My mum said to me “why didn’t you tell the GP the exam was painful?”. This question was tormenting me, I wish I had so much even though honestly, I think the GP would’ve tried to convince me to put up with it. But I couldn’t help but feel that it was my fault, that if I just said something I wouldn’t have needed to suffer so much.

As a patient you trust that your doctor has your best interest at heart and won’t put you through more suffering than necessary, that they want and know what’s best for you. Even after all my negative experiences I can’t help but naively believe that. But I just feel so hurt and betrayed. They really don’t care. I just feel like a number, like they’re just keeping their eye on the clock to get me in and out in the allotted time. I feel like before I’ve even finished describing my symptoms they’ve decided what they want to say or do, and have checked out. They get this glazed look on their face or this condescending smile on their face like they’ve heard it all before, and I’m some kind of hysterical hypochondriac making a big fuss over nothing. I just want to scream and cry and yell but I know that will make me look even more crazy and dramatic. It’s so unfair that when women have these conditions that can’t easily be solved the blame is put on us for being difficult, instead of the medical system for being so complacent about women’s health.

It’s not my fault, I didn’t choose to have such a difficult body, I don’t know why something as simple as a menstrual cycle which should come naturally, has to be so complicated for me. But I just feel so blamed and guilty for it, like it’s somehow my fault I can’t just get it together and make it behave and respond to treatment.

I’m going for another transvaginal scan today to see if they can find the coil (the appointments actually in 5 hours and I haven’t slept a wink - oops), and then seeing the gynaecologist tomorrow (the one that inserted the coil).

Tw for suicide mention

I’m just at wits end. I can’t keep living like this. To tell you the truth, I’ve really been suffering with suicidal feelings. It’s been a problem for me since I was 14, going up and down throughout life, and I was doing okay for a while, when I had the coil inserted I was so hopeful things would improve, but it’s just so bad now. I just can’t imagine a future like this, constant pain and appointments and random things being shoved up my vagina by strangers and speaking to apathetic doctors. It takes so much to wake up in the morning. No one in my life understands how upsetting this is for me and I don’t feel like I can tell them. I feel so ashamed for not being mentally stronger to just get through this. and throughout it I feel like the crazy nuisance lady who won’t shut up about her pain. Like when the doctors hear from me they’re like “ugh this one again, why can’t she just deal with it?”. Just so disappointing and stressful

[innko]

Women in the United Kingdom are being told by healthcare professionals they cannot receive an internal examination because they aren’t sexually active, going against the advice of British medical ultrasound guidelines.

VICE World News has spoken to five women from around the UK who have been denied a transvaginal ultrasound over the past two years because they had been asked – by male and female medical staff – whether they were sexually active or “virgins.”

The exam, which uses a probe that goes two to three inches into the vaginal canal, is a type of pelvic ultrasound that helps doctors examine female reproductive organs to find the cause for conditions such as pelvic pain, unexplained bleeding or cysts.

A 30-year-old woman who was told she couldn’t receive the test because she was a “virgin” at Croydon University Hospital last week, and whose identity is being protected for privacy reasons, told VICE World News, “It’s 2022, for crying out loud. Women have to lie just to get their health checked, because apparently our well-being revolves around men. This is what purity culture has done to us.”

[byebyebyeuterus]

the beginning of the end.

I’ve always found comfort in writing. There’s something therapeutic about it. Being able to put your thoughts down on paper, releasing all that’s scrambling around in your head - it’s nice. It also helps to organize my thoughts and to process them too. So, that’s what I’m going to do - put my journalism degree to use (finally!!!) and write. There’s been a lot going on in my life lately and I need to get it all out of my head somehow. So here we are - a new blog. I don’t think I’ve had a blog since I was in middle school or something. Remember LiveJournal? Is that still a thing? 

Anyways, If you’re uncomfortable with the female anatomy and its functions then please move on, this story or this blog isn’t for you. 

But, I’m finally at the beginning of the end. The end of monthly pain that I’ve suffered from since I was about 13  years old. The end of torturous periods. The end of sleepless nights doubled over willing and praying that the cramps would stop. The end of sitting at my desk during work, sweating my ass off because my body is in so much pain and it’s taking all that it can out of me. The end of wondering if I can make it through a social event without feeling like I want to die. Hoping and praying that I’m doing enough on the outside to mask the pain - making sure that everyone else around me has no idea that I’m hurting because I don’t want to be a burden or ruin anyone’s plans, moods, etc.   The end of spending money on feminine products, spending money on heating pads, remedies, medications - all of which never really solved anything. 

How did we get here? How did I get to the beginning of the end? Well, about a year ago I started experiencing some strange pains in my stomach. Pain that kept me up at night. There was nothing that made it better, but nothing that made it worse either. Just a constant pain lingering on the lower right side of my abdomen. I thought it could have been appendicitis. Or, perhaps it’s just some gas? Or - maybe something is up with my gallbladder. Maybe my IUD was out of place. But no, none of that. Nothing ever showed up on X-rays, tests, ultrasounds, or blood work to indicate an issue.

So, I carried on. 

Until about a month ago. 

One morning in October, I woke up with the worst cramps I’ve ever had in my life. We’re talking 15/10 on a scale of 10. The pain had me pretty messed up. I know I logged into my computer to work that day - but I also remember only laying down on my beanbag chair in my office and squeezing a pillow so tightly, hoping the pain would go away. After laying with a heating pad and loading up on a large amount of ibuprofen, I was finally able to call my OBGYN’s office. All I wanted at that point was to talk to a nurse, to have it documented that I was in a lot of pain and to make sure it was on my record so that my gynecologist and I could talk about it during my annual wellness exam, that was only a few weeks away. The nurse couldn’t have been any more sympathetic to what I was going through. She could tell in my voice that I was uncomfortable. She took down my information, wrote down all that I was dealing with, and then spoke to my doctor. My doctor recommended an ultrasound - mostly to check and make sure that my IUD was in its right spot, but to also see if something else might be causing my discomfort. 

So, a week later, I had my ultrasound appointment. 

Now, this isn’t any normal ultrasound. This was a transvaginal ultrasound. Doesn’t sound fun, does it? 

It’s not. 

Let me break it down for you. It’s a stranger, with a wand, probing around your private parts for a good 45 minutes and taking pictures of your insides. She’s not really explaining what she’s looking at, but instead trying to have a discussion about what halloween costume she’s going to wear that weekend. It quite frankly was the worst 45 minutes of my life. I hated every moment of it. While the tech was trying to make it as easy and comfortable as possible for me - it wasn’t. It was painful. All I could do was stare at the ceiling and try my hardest not to react to any movements by her or cry. 

Once it was over, the waiting game began. 

I had an appointment scheduled with my gynecologist a week and a half after that ultrasound took place. It was a long 10 days. But that appointment literally changed EVERYTHING. 

My doctor and a surgeon reviewed my ultrasound. They were able to determine a few things. First,I had 2 different diseases that I was diagnosed with - endometriosis and adenomyosis. Second, I likely would never be able to have children. Third, what I thought was ‘normal’ (aka the horrible cramps and all the other exponentially worse experiences of being a woman on a monthly basis) - was and is not normal at all.  But, with all that bad news, I FINALLY had answers on why I have been suffering most of my life. 

For those of you who don’t know, endometriosis is a disease where the lining/tissue of your uterus grows outside of your uterus. The tissue can be found in the fallopian tubes, on the ovaries, on many different parts of your body. Every month, when that tissue sheds from the uterus (your period), the tissue everywhere else in the body has nowhere to go to escape, causing pain. The hormones released by your ovaries triggers the endometriosis, causing pain. Adenomyosis takes it a step further - that same tissue - (again, which should ONLY be in your uterus) actually grows within the muscles and walls of the uterus. So every time hormones are released, or your uterus contracts (cramps) - it squeezes that tissue in the muscles making the pain 1000000000x worse than ‘normal’ period cramps. (or so I’m told. I can’t tell you what a normal period cramp feels like.) 

So great. I finally have a diagnosis. It actually gave me some relief. I suddenly have an explanation for what I’ve been going through. I no longer feel crazy for complaining about how bad my cramps are. I no longer have to gaslight myself (I’m really good at this) into thinking that it’s all in my head, that it’s not ‘that’ bad, etc. I actually have a medical diagnosis to explain all that’s happening. I have tons of research to do! I can learn how to live with this and have a normal life! Right? 

Well… sort of. 

You see, while medications can help with endometriosis and you can even have a surgery to have it scraped away from your body and get some relief - the relief may not be permanent. The only way for it to totally go away is naturally, through menopause. Which in reality could be 10, 15, 20, maybe even 30 years away. But, there is no medicine to help fix adenomyosis. Again, I could wait for menopause for the adenomyosis to go away too. 

But, the only way to fix adenomyosis is through surgery. 

By removing my uterus. 

A hysterectomy.  

Hysterectomy. That’s a pretty big word. That’s a pretty big deal. There’s a lot of finality with a hysterectomy. No more periods - which in turn means no more pain. It also means never being able to have children. That’s okay too - I never had a desire to have children, and thankfully neither does my husband. But in a weird way, it also feels like a bit of an identity crisis. Like a loss of a part of my femininity. And that’s been a bit of a struggle. And I think I’ll eventually talk about these things in other posts in the future. 

But I was faced with this decision - do I medicate the endometriosis and deal with the adenomyosis until menopause, or do I get the hysterectomy and live my life free from monthly pain?  

For me, it was a simple choice. I chose hysterectomy. 

My hysterectomy will be scheduled soon. I met with my surgeon a couple of weeks ago.. He’s really great. I feel comfortable with him and I feel comfortable with my decision. This decision will ultimately improve my quality of life. It will make my life a hell of a lot easier and will allow me to enjoy life to the fullest.

I never would have imagined going through this surgery, especially at 35 years old. There have been many times when I’ve had cramps where I’ve thought “can’t I just get rid of it all?!” And now, finally, I can.

You might be wondering why I am sharing this. Well, to be completely honest, I hope that I will be able to help others who are going through the same thing or, receive this diagnosis. Especially younger women. I hope that I can help them stand up and advocate for themselves and their health. I’ve been dealt a bad hand when it comes to doctors as of late and if I didn’t advocate for myself and also take the time to research doctors to make sure I have nothing but the best from here on out - who knows where I would be. I also hope that this will help me to connect to other women who may have already gone through all of this. To find others who UNDERSTAND. It can feel very isolating when you’re sick or have a sickness and no one really understands. I also hope it will help me process all of this. This is a major surgery. I’m having multiple ORGANS removed from my body. That’s crazy. That’s something that I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around. 

So, I hope being able to write about this, the process, my feelings, my recovery - will just help to make it that much easier for me. I have a lot on my mind surrounding this procedure and a lot that I want to discuss.. There’s a lot of what ifs and there are a lot of fears. But there’s also hope. So while this is the beginning of the end of my relationship with my uterus, it will also bring a new beginning to my life. 

Excited to start the countdown til I can say, “See you later, ovulater!” 

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[sebsxphia]

Sebbie my friend, I just wanna say thank you for letting me come by the inbox whenever I have a thought/thot to share with you. It's been a little rough lately so it's always appreciated whenever I can drop by.

There was a two pic set that came up of Lewis the other night and I couldn't help but get to thinking about Bob (lol).

Bob loves to have his tummy rubbed. Part of it's a comfort thing, but at weird times out of the year he'll have really weird issues that come up out of the blue. Part of you suspects it's stress from deployments or from base work, but there have been times where Bob will literally eat the entire thing of a small box of cheese because he craves it so badly (lol).

One time that did in fact happen after his very last deployment before he was due to start his job as a civy instructor. You had a little thing of cheese you were saving for dinner one night and later on you found Bob laying on the living room floor, his blue button-down slid up to just below his nips and a sheepish look on his face. You couldn't help but laugh as you gently rubbed him, hoping that whatever was going on would loosen right up. You gave him a little coffee and he was fine the next morning thank God (lol).

Oh but it was funnier when you had to give a demonstration at the base hospital for your nursing students (because Bob's a horny little shit with a medical kink, lol). You were demonstrating how to do a full abdominal exam and Bob was so relaxed that while you were running the ultrasound probe over his belly, he ended up falling asleep (lol).

no worries at all my love! i always love your thoughts and thots! 🥹

and i completely agree with this too! especially the medical kink wee woo 😵‍💫 he’s just a lil guy, a lil baby, who sometimes enjoys your soothing touch and belly rubs. they would make him so sleepy, i know!

thank you so much for this sweet thought my love! 💌