#you don't have diabETES KATE???

[kneecapsbelong2me]

Marvel Women x Diabetic!Reader HCs:

How they find out you have diabetes

Characters: Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers

Content Warnings: mentions of needles and blood draws in a medical setting

A/N: these can be read as platonic or romantic!

Kate Bishop:

Kate asks

You’ve known each other for a bit, and she’s seen you take medications when you eat and noticed that you always have a little device stuck on you

She’s curious, and she figures you won’t tell her if it’s too personal

“Can I ask why you take meds when you eat?”

You look up from your dinner. “Oh, it’s because I have diabetes. I need to keep my sugars controlled.”

“Wow, that sounds like a lot of work.”

“I guess so,” you shrug, “I’m used to it by now.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you if something happens?”

Your heart swells at how caring she’s being. “That’s really sweet of you to ask. I guess, if I pass out from going low, I have glucagon on me at all times. You should give it to me and call 911.”

“Okay. But please try not to pass out.”

“Trust me,” you laugh, “I don’t plan to.”

Natasha Romanoff:

Natasha notices that you’re a bit too comfortable with needles

You don’t flinch when you get shots, and you react to blood draws like they’re routine

She starts paying more attention to your behavior after that

Like how you often check food nutrition labels

And while you sometimes limit your sugar intake, other times you shovel sugary snacks into your mouth like you’re starving

Natasha starts worrying for your health, so the next time she uses your bathroom she does a little digging

Instead of anything concerning she finds your glucose monitor and medications

Suddenly, everything clicks into place

Instead of saying anything she just keeps her new knowledge to herself

You don’t notice any change in her behavior until a few months later when you realize that every time you go into hypoglycemia Natasha is there with a drink or a snack

“Hey Nat, did you know that I have diabetes?” You ask one day

Natasha shrugs, looking conspicuously innocent

“Well, thanks for having my back.”

That gets you a smile and a small “you’re welcome,” from your favorite assassin.

It doesn’t really matter how she found out, you decide, just that she cares about you.

Maria Hill:

Maria read about your diagnosis in your file

Poorly managed diabetes can be deadly in the field, so Maria had to give you special clearance

She’s not afraid to ask you questions about your diabetes, particularly as it pertains to the safety of you and your team

But she never comes off as condescending or untrusting

All of the med kits are supposed to have have glucose tablets, glucagon, and insulin, but personally she double checks that nothing is expired

Day to day, Maria doesn’t treat you any differently because of your diabetes, which is one of the reasons you became close

But it’s all the little things that let you know she’s still looking out for you

“What flavor of glucose gels do you prefer?”

“Um, I don’t really know. Why are you asking?”

“I’m supposed to approve the order, but I wanted to check if you had flavor preferences. Strawberry okay?”

“Yes. Thanks, Maria.”

“Of course, anything for you.”

Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda doesn’t intend to find out

She knows you have some kind of medication, but not what it’s for

If you want her to know, you’ll tell her, right?

As long as you’re safe, your health is none of her business

It’s just that she’s a mind reader, and your thoughts get loud whenever something happens with your blood sugar

Especially when you go low

So Wanda finds out one morning at 3am when she’s having a late-night cup of tea in the Compound’s kitchen

You stumble in, half-delirious

This in itself isn’t unusual—people come and go in the kitchen as they please and there has been multiple occurrences where the fire alarm has been set off at ungodly hours of the morning

Your thoughts, however, are practically screaming in her mind

Shoot! Do we even have juice? Don’t die, don't pass out, we definitely have Gatorade or something! Stupid diabetes

Alarms go off in Wanda’s mind as you rifle through the fridge. Your brain is a mess and adrenaline is pumping through your body. Something is clearly wrong

You startle when you feel a tap on your shoulder “Oh, hi Wanda.”

“Why don’t you sit down while I grab you a snack?”

You’re too shaky to argue, so you let her open a sugary drink and push it into your hands

Wanda sits with you until the jitters stop

“I suppose you want to know what just happened?” You turn to her.

“I overheard some of your thoughts,” she replies sheepishly, “they were really loud.”

You hum. You trust Wanda. Most of the Avengers don’t know about your diagnosis because you tend to go on solo missions or get paired with Natasha

“I was having low blood sugar. It can be really dangerous and send me into a coma.”

Wanda’s eyes go wide. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “not the most fun thing in the world.”

She grabs your hand. “Thank you for telling me, and for letting me help you.”

“Thanks for helping,” you smile at her.

“What was I supposed to do, let you die??”

Carol Danvers:

Carol has never seen an insulin pen before

They weren’t widespread before she left Earth

Diabetes treatment as a whole has progressed so much that most of her (to be fair, very limited) knowledge is now obsolete

And the thought of you being diabetic just doesn’t really cross her mind

Which is reasonable: that’s not something most people think about when getting to know someone

She sees your insulin for the first time when she’s hanging out at your place

You accidentally cut yourself, and you ask Carol to get the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet

Carol finds it, but she also sees an object that looks a lot like a pen

It’s unfamiliar, most likely a modern medicine she missed the development of

She’s helping you treat your cut when she asks,

“I saw a pen in your medicine cabinet. Is that some kind of new Earth invention?”

“Oh, that’s my insulin pen,” you say offhandedly. “I think they were invented in the 80s?”

“So you write with it?”

You laugh. “No, I inject myself with it. It looks like a pen, and I don’t need to carry a vial around.”

“Huh.” Carol finishes putting on your bandaid. “So, does that mean you’re diabetic?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. It’s honestly pretty normal to you at this point

Carol smiles. “Radical.”

“Did you just say “radical?” You’re really showing your age Captain Danvers.”

She lightly shoves her shoulder into yours

“Okay, calm down Peter Pan.”

“That wasn’t even funny.”

“Shut up!”

[catysharksstuff]

BODY

This week's essay is about the Body. My body. Our bodies. W e all have one after all. And relationships with our bodies have got to be among the most challenging, complex, difficult of all relationships. Or, maybe that's just me?

This is where I am at with my body. I have never, in my life, felt "ok" with it. At least, not since I was a very small child. And I don't really remember life before. like, I don't remember a time where my body and I were ever "together". On the same side. On the same team. My memory has always been of an adversarial relationship. Chronic "not okayness". Me versus it; and anger, anger, despair.

I think awareness of my body as a thing-as a separate entity - something "other than me"-probably began around the age of eight or nine. But by eleven or twelve it was fully fury raging. I was diagnosed with type one diabetes in the middle of my twelfth year and at that point the divorce between"it" and "me" was well and truly complete.

My body was my enemy. My body was the reason I was not ok, not normal, unlovable. Not only did it not look right, it also didn't function properly. And it had become a specimen , something that revealed how inadequate I was, how broken, how malformed. My body: something to be critiqued, monitored, scrutinized, weighed, poked, prodded. An entity that was always "wrong',' always "not what it should be". Too big, too fat, too scared, too marked by flows - acne, lesions, bleeding...

This relationship was - is!- so tucked up. This poor inadequate container. This thing that broke, but still existed. Still "was". Still "tried" . However inadequately. This body still survived and me - inside it - the passenger on the broken train could do no better for it -non abuse it with food and booze and hate fueled running, slapping, smoking, smothering.

It makes me weep for all the trauma, hatred, and violence I have wrought upon this sweet, tired thing. This poor little conglomeration of tissue and muscle, skin and bone. All it has ever tried to do it contain me, give me a vehicle through which to experience this life, this world. My body has tried so hard to just be, to give me what I need, to carry me through my days. And in return I have been as abusive as any tyrannical asshole you could meet.

Boy howdy this a screed.

I think the base line is this: at this age - 46- I feel like I should have figured this out.

But I have not figured this out.

It is better than it used to be. I have more awareness now than I used to- I understand the harm of societal expectation. I know that growing up in the supermodel 90s and amongst"heroin chic" , and Kate Moss' waif ideal was less than awesome for a young woman. For any woman. Not that it got better. Thank fuck I didn't also have to contend with the internet and the ascendance of online porn.

And you know I also get that being diagnosed with an extreme metabolic condition -one requiring constant vigilance in diet, exercise, sleep, and medication - at the onset of puberty- in a new school, in a new county-was perhaps the most perfect storm of personal misfortune and tragedy. But I also admit that, despite an intervening thirty-four years, I have not found a pretty resolution to all the feelings; these intense, extreme emotions , that I still have.

I know I am not my body. And I also know that it is the one thing that is guaranteed to be with me through my existence in this life. I know this is the most important, most intimate relationship I will ever have. I know this is the foremost reason I am unhappy in my life. And I know that fact is little.... small ... petty. I'm unhappy because of a relationship in which I on the abuser. A relationship that is entirely within my power and ability to take better care. To do the right thing.

And yet.... and yet...

And yet, I do not.

Ah me, this is a big one.

I make these attempts. I clean up my act. I exercise, go to the gym, do yoga and hikes and High! Intensity! Interval! Training! I get eight hours of sleep. I monitor blood glucose. I eat vegan. I eat Paleo. I give up caffeine, lactose, glucose, gluten. I eat whole grains. I do not eat whole grains. Soy. No soy. Legumes. No legumes. I avoid beer, I avoid wine. I quit alcohol in totality. I do therapy. I consult an eating disorder psychiatrist.

Nothing. Works.

Nothing works.

You know what this is? This is my thing. This is the thing that chains me to humanness. This is the piece that keeps me from true liberty and transcendence. This harsh, stupid relationship - my prosaic, unkind, ungenerous attitude-towards the greatest gift that I have ever been given... This is why I fail.

It's gotta be different. I gotta get real. There is a way- I know there is a way- that may not be perfect, may not be ideal (but by whose metric? whose arbitration?) - but that is balanced, is reasonable, is kind.

That is not so big an ask. But it is also everything. I gotta find it. Have to.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 129

Achilles Castle part 34

Castle: pov we are finally now on the way home. While Lanie and Kate were helping out with the accident, I texted Mother letting her know what was going on. So she wouldn't worry about us because it was getting late. I notice Kate is awfully quiet in the back seat. Lanie says it's because she fell asleep. I don't blame her, with her fatigue she gets tired more quickly. Kate slept the rest of the way home.

Jim: pov Alexis and Dave got home 40 minutes ago. Castle, Katie and Lanie are finally home. I head outside to help them unload the car. Katie is asleep in the backseat. I very gently wake her up and help her inside. Castle tells us how they got to meet the band, and Katie got brought up on stage. He then shows us the video, I ask about the accident they helped out with Lanie and Katie tells us all about it. I'm glad they could help.

Kate: pov I'm so tired then again it's very late. Carter should be coming later in the morning before lunch. In the morning everything is set up so we can take the photos for the AHA event. I'm wearing the custom shirt Castle made me as a gift a few years back. For breakfast I choose cheerios with fruit on the side. I take my meds, blood thinners and antibiotics. Everyone else is having ham, fried eggs and hash browns. Lanie takes the photos inside and outside. Alexis then heads into Castle's office to edit the photos with him. I think they look cute so far. Carter is having car trouble and will be coming later in the day if he can.

Lanie: pov Kate's phone is ringing its officer Dillon asking if he and officer Cram can come over to ask me and Lanie some questions about the accident. She says sure. Me and Kate head into the bathroom to change her bandage on her hand. I have to access her pod today to give Kate her once a week meds. She grabs the supplies needed and lays on the sofa, I lift up her shirt. I fill the needle with the meds and inject it into the pod.

Officer Cram: pov me and Officer Dillon arrive at the house it's a very nice looking house. I notice a teenager walking into another room of the house. Castle says it's his daughter. on the wall between the kitchen and the living room is a defibrillator. I've got to know if you have ever used that defibrillator. Lanie says thankfully no, but we did have to use the one at the loft. I ask if, nervous. First time dad bought it. Castle says no nervous husband did after the cardiac surgeon recommended we get it. Oh, someone has heart issues. Kate says yes I do, being shot in the chest/heart does that to you. She then explains everything to us. Wow I don't know how she survived that.

Offer Dillon: pov since we have more questions and it's almost lunch time. Castle asks us what we want for lunch so he can order it. Officer Cram has diabetes so he can't eat certain foods. We decided on sandwiches and Castle will order brown rice bowls for officer Cram and Kate. Officer Cram says it's hard having diabetes on the job, always worrying if your sugar is too high or low. But I can't imagine what it's like for you Kate having a heart condition, especially after suffering cardiac arrest wondering if it will happen again.

Castle: pov Kate mentions to officer Cram and Dillon about this case. We had 3 years into our partnership. The lady murdered was a psychic. She was found in her pull out couch. There was a note talking about her murder the thing is the note was written before she died and she wrote it.

Kate: pov Her daughter told me she also had a gift like her mother. And a person named Alexander would save my life at a future date. This was months before I was shot and guess what Castle's birth name is Richard Alexander Castle. Both officers say no way, I tell them I don't believe in that stuff but something definitely happened. Castle mentions we solved the 3XK case and the Kelly Neiman case. Dad mentioned how proud he is of me for catching Joanna's killer and putting senator Bracken in jail. Lanie says what about the time traveler case. Castle thought the person was from the future and you didn't believe him. Then you spilled your coffee all over the original copy of the letter that was evidence.

Jim: pov Castle says what do you mean spilled her coffee all over the letter she never told me this. He mentions the copy they had was covered in coffee and they couldn't figure out why. Lanie then says it was stained because of Katie she called me all freaked out let me tell you the stains matched. Castle is very much shocked by this but except Katie's apology for not telling him. Martha says what about the case of the woman found frozen at the construction site. Katie says her husband murdered her then he supposedly died because of gang violence there was no proof if her father did it. Both police officers say thank you for the food but we must be going.

Alexis: pov we have it all planned out so dad can spend some alone time with Kate. Me and Dave are going to some beach event for a bit. Gram is going to some play, Lanie is going to get a massage and Jim is going to some meeting for ill family members Lanie suggested it to Castle. Lucky for dad everything was around the same time tonight. Kate is being lazy today since Carter couldn't make it. Lanie is doing a few of the exercises with Kate instead for a little bit. Dad got some nerf guns online so Kate can do target practice with them.

Dave: pov Lanie is keeping score and Martha and Jim are just watching. The targets are set up in the backyard, Mr Castle is sitting in his wheelchair. First person to get the most kill shots wins. Even with an injured hand Kate manages to win. To be continued. ……….

[newtonsheffield]

MOLYYYYYY!!!

IT HAS FINALLY HAPPENED!!!

Those 3 little words made my week!!! You can't probably imagine how long the Molly Nation has been waiting for them. I'm gona have them tattoo on my forehead. Alistair did what? gave me life and cured my diabetes. I'm going to re read this chapter so many times during the week, waiting for the next, that I will have it memorized.

I can already picture Mary's face when she gets back, thinking she is going to find a blood bath. And OH MY GOD!!!! The Bridgertons (specially Anthony) are going to eat Alistair ALIVE and I can't wait to be in front row for that show!

How could you possible think that we would came after you?! This chapter was everything we were waiting and more! You are brilliant!

I am sorry I am making this short, but I have to go and read it again! It's so gooooooood!!!

I hope you have an amazing weekend!!!!!!

❤️😘🐶✨

I have but one thing to say:

Molly Nation????????

Mary was nervous when Neddy slid into the kitchen with tears in his eyes and says "Mum says we have to go out for dinner, I think she's about to fight with my Dad, and it's all my fault."

Mary debates for a long moment whether to take Edmund out to dinner, or take off her earrings and wade into the fray herself. In the end when she hears

"I don't give a fuck-!" She snatches up her handbag and tugs Edmund from the room, texting Edwina as they're walking to the train station

Battle Royale is officially happening in the living room at present, clear yourself for clean up duty and get there as soon as possible. Also bring cardamom.

Edwina texting back immediately like On my way, Bringing Matt to beat up Anthony but she wants Cardamom????

That's for me, I'm out. And darling?? Matt??? Does he know how to throw a punch???

We're about to find out!

Alistair Cowper is about to realise his miserable little life is not worth living. Not when he's kept Anthony Bridgerton from Kate Sharma and their son. May as well give up now, Boo.

You're done.

[royaltyspeaking]

I don't think it's fair for people to question when Kate will have an engagement soon. She may have underlying health conditions that put her at risk. (Diabetes, asthma)

I promise you that if she did, that cow would have been milked to death by now.

[mandalhoerian]

If you're taking the OC Emoji Asks, how about 💥, 🙈, and 🪤 for Vera?

hello kate!!!! thank you so much for sending me an ask!! 💞💞

for 𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 !

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

inadequacy, incompetence and not being enough -- vera is objectively a genius and has a wide range of skills, her forte is her brain. after raccoon city, when she has to transition into being an agent (for jill and chris' pre-bsaa organization), the fact that she cant immediately get good at fighting (and that her durability is on the floor because of her diabetes) bothers her SO MUCH. She can't deal with it. It's equal to bashing your broken hand in because it's not working properly. Vera can get competent on just about everything regarding learning like immediately, but this is an exception and it brings out childish emotions.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

That she actually has self-hatred issues. She wants to be perceived as an arrogant, self-confident, high-energy drama queen who can't be brought down. In actuality, she holds herself up to impossible standards and is too harsh on herself. She doesn't want anybody to see she's struggling. Leon traumatized her by seeing her vulnerabilities in RC so its awkward for her lmao

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

she will dive into it on her own the moment something piques her interest lmao, like, no danger can lure her, she'll chase it herself. she's a big coward in nttd right now but it transforms into suicidal maniac trope post-rc, so you can imagine.

[1smxx]

Indigenous apocalypse, decimated forest, the Winter of our discontent's upon us

Desolate apostles, left with Strongbow at the crossroads

We are nothing but an eating mouth, oesophagus, colossal

We won't stop until we've beaten down the planet into pellets

Before the interstellar mission to inflict more terror

It's killing me, it's killing me, it's filling me, I'm vomiting, it's still in me

Everything is fine really, silly me

Poor kids shot dead, poor kids locked up

Poor kids saying, "This is the future that you left us?"

Stopped up lunch meat, processed, punch from an unclean fatcat

Tasty, tasty poison

Carcinogenic, diabetic, asthmatic, epileptic, post-traumatic, bipolar and disaffected

Atomised, thinking we're engaged when we're pacified

Staring at the screen so we don't have to see the planet die.