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Urgent Care part 2/(??)

A/N: Alright, since several people asked for a second part and I was hit with a bit of inspiration, we’ve got a second part of urgent care! I tried to continue with the civil war spin-off, so I hope you guys like it!!

Word Count: 2852

Warnings: None

Part 1


“How could I have let you rope me into staying?” I whine.

“Because you love me and I don’t want you to leave.” Natasha answers simply.

“Touche.”

“Why are you scowling like that, (Y/N)?” I look up, shielding my eyes against the sun with my hand to find Peggy standing a short ways off.

“What?”

“Don’t distract her, that’s her thinking face.” Natasha says, smirk firmly in place.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest, leaning back against the tree behind me and pouting at the grass.

“Was there something you needed Ms. Carter?” Natasha asks, crossing her ankles.

“Steve is waiting for you in the hangar, (Y/N).” Peggy says, looking directly at me instead of Natasha.

“Oh shit, is it really that time already?”

“Have you not been paying attention to the time?”

“Well, based on the fact that I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m still stuck in this compound, no. No I have not.” I haul myself to my feet and brush any bits of grass from my bum before turning towards the facility entrance. “Anything I should know before I head down there?”

“Anthony will not be joining you, if that’s what you’re fishing for.”

I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

Peggy snorts in derision and shakes her head. “Why the two of you can’t get along, I’ll never know.”

“It’s because they’re so incredibly alike that they can’t come to any sort of compromise.” Natasha offers. “So, instead of trying to be friendly, they just butt heads at every single opportunity.”

“That might just be it, Ms. Romanoff.” Ms. Carter agrees, addressing Natasha formally. They’ve known each other for going on three weeks and they still insist upon referring to each other by their surnames. “You should go to the hangar. Steve doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

I nod once. “Alright, thank you for letting me know.”

Natasha and Peggy wave to me as I head down to the hangar.

It takes me about ten minutes to finally reach the hangar and locate the quinjet Steve decided to use. He’s standing just inches away from the ramp, tapping almost angrily at the screen of the tablet in his hand.

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Double Request: KBTBB MC going through labour + Bidders and their newborns after the attack

Not quite related but kinda related: Bidders’ pregnant MC get attacked (Violence) http://jinxedperfection.tumblr.com/post/107073530937/bidders-pregnant-mc-get-attacked-warning-for

PT 2 (Comfort) http://jinxedperfection.tumblr.com/post/107986291122/request-bidders-pregnant-mc-get-attacked-pt2

Soryu:

He had heard a lot of men screaming in his life. But nothing, nothing could have prepared for this. He had done all the research, mentally prepped to hold your hand and to wipe your sweat, but as he watched you shriek and thrash on the cot, he was completely stunned. He held your hand throughout and gently wiped your face every now and then, mumbling reassuring words to you as his heart ached watching you suffer through the labour.

*

The silence was blissful and peaceful now in the hospital room. Your husband had propped you against a stack of pillows, and he was cradling Katsumi in his arms. The dark eyes glowed with a proud, delicate tenderness you’ve never seen before, and you smile despite the fatigue.

“What is it?” He asked, looking up at you worriedly. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes.” You sip water again through your straw. The cool liquid felt good against the burning pain that throbbed between your legs. You had insisted turning the morphine down as much as possible, despite Soryu wanting you to be comfortable, and you grimaced as you leaned back against the pillows. Your husband scooted closer to you and held the infant out to you. Soryu gave a tender smile.

“She’s perfect, ________. Thank you.”

As you held the newborn in your arms, teasing at her round red face with your fingertip, motherly warmth blots out the memory of pain. Your husband patted your head lightly, still clearly rattled from watching the horrific hours of labour.

“I don’t think I want to see you like that ever again.” Soryu muttered, putting an arm around your shoulder. “I promised to protect you at any cost…” He kissed your temple. “But this seems even worse than anything I could protect you from.”

*Katsumi – Victorious Beauty

Eisuke:

It was a rare sight to see the cool and collected Eisuke be so horrified. You had pleaded with him to stay with you as you went through labour, but he was absolutely no comfort as he sat beside your cot, staring at you in fear and sorrow as you screamed. Throughout the torturous hours, Eisuke watched you with regretful eyes, wondering if having this child was a good idea after all. You cried and clung to him, struggling in a battle he had no power in.

*

Your husband pulled a chair over to sit beside your cot and the metal dragged against the tile with an accidental scrape.

“Eisuke!” You scolded in the softest voice possible and gently cooed at your son. “Now he won’t stop crying!”

“Sorry.” He grumbled, a twinge of envy in his gut as he watched you fawn over his son. You tried to hold back a yawn as you twiddled your fingers against your son’s cheek, trying to distract him. “Are you tired, _______?” He sighed. “I’ll hold him.”

Carefully, you ease your son into his father’s arms. Adjusting Eisuke’s awkward, nervous arms into position, you lean back against the pillows and watch with tender fondness in your chest.

Eisuke stared down at his son’s face, and the newborn stared curiously up at his father.

“You sure caused your mom a lot of pain.” He poked Hiroshi’s nose lightly, and the tiny boy seemed to pout, wiggling his miniscule hands at him. Eisuke let the boy grab his finger and cling to him. A faint smile curved his lips. “So, are you going to apologize to mom?” He shook his hand a little and the infant gurgled.

“He’s amazing, ________.” Eisuke flashed a proud grin at you. “Thank you for him.”

You smile as your husband lean over and nuzzle his face against your gently, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

“I will never let anything hurt the two of you.”

*Hiroshi – Prosperous

Ota:

So, perhaps, watching you suffer at that woman’s hands was not the worst Ota had to go through. He sat at your side, trying to comfort you and distract you as you writhed on the cot. Between the worry and false smiles, he felt a hard twist of guilt. He was the one who had wanted this child, and watching you cry, the cost you had to pay for the choice seemed too achingly painful to be worth. Ota tried to stay positive, ignoring the way you pulled on his arm and hand, encouraging you every minute of the way.

*

You watched from the cot, cradling your daughter as he pulled the small square of canvas out of the duffle bag sitting in the corner of your room. Rubbing blue paint onto his hand, he pressed the first handprint onto the white. Quickly washing his hands in the sink, he brought the red paint over to you.

Smiling, you pass the soft bundle of your daughter into his arms. Ota snuggles her against his chest possessively. He kisses your cheek as you press your red handprint onto the canvas beside your husband’s. You clean off your hand with the wet paper towels Ota gave you, and gazed lovingly up at your husband.

“Now it’s your turn, mini-Koro.” He cooed down at his daughter, who blinked squinted eyes with a bout of confusion but easy-going amusement. “Open your hand, yeah, just like that! Good job, mini-Koro! You’re such a natural artist!” Ota puts a smear of purple paint onto his daughter’s hand and adds the tiny purple handprint onto the canvas. He wipes her clean and tilts her ever so slightly to see the finished product. “How does it look, Ayaka?”

The newborn gave a tiny gurgle and smiled.

“I think it looks great too, don’t you agree, mommy-Koro?”

He kisses your cheek again.

“Thank you so much for her. I love you, _________.”

*Ayaka – Colourful flower

Baba:

He paced outside the room, unable to sit still, wringing his hands. Ever since the miscarriage two years ago, you had trouble conceiving another child. When you finally did, the pregnancy was difficult and torturous, ranging from terrible sickness to bleeding and chronic discomfort that strained you to the bone. It was a painful nine months for him to watch you suffer, and now… They had wheeled you away for surgery due to prolonged labour. Cold fear gripped him as he tried to distract himself, walking up and down the hospital corridors, glancing up at the lights over the door every few steps.

*

Baba was pressed against the glass, trying to get as close to the little blue bundle as possible. Amongst the other infants, the bright red face of the newborn stuck out. His son wiggled and waved the little wristband around in the air.

He was so perfect.

Unnamable emotions swelled up in Baba’s heart, knowing he would give everything he had to this tiny boy in the room without a second thought. This was his son.

“Mr Baba.” He turned at the voice and a white robed man was smiling warmly at him. “Your wife is awake. We can’t bring your son over to her yet for his health precautions, but I do encourage you to take a few photos to show her.” He pointed Baba in the right direction before congratulating him again and leaving.

-

Baba sat beside you on the cot, holding out his cellphone so you could browse through the pictures he had taken of your son. His other arm was wrapped around your shoulder, clutching you close to him in his relief that you were alright.

“I just went to see him.” He said proudly. “I’ll take you over when you rest up, alright, my lady?” He kissed your temple. “Thank you so much, ________.”

“He’s going to be great, being your son and all.” You whisper up at him with shining eyes.

“I just want him to be safe and strong.” Baba murmured tenderly against your ear. “And he will be. I will give anything I have to protect him.”

*Hisashi – Long lived

Mamoru:

He was well prepared, perfectly steady as he allowed you to abuse his hand in your pain. Throughout the process, he murmured reassuring words for you and dabbed at your face with a damp towel. It was a heart-wrenching experience for him, watching you struggle through the pain for the child both of you had been so blessed to keep after the incident.

*

“Scared you’re going to drop Tamotsu?” You teased your husband lightly as he refused to hold your son for the Nth time.

“Of course not.” He raised his arm to his nose and sniffed his sleeve again. “I don’t know, I cleaned the shirt like four times and scrubbed and all that. I think I still smell like smoke.”

You give an amused sigh.

“All I can smell is laundry soap and raw skin, Mamo. It’s fine. He’ll be alright.”

He sat down on the edge of the cot and put an arm around you, looking down at the tiny newborn in your arms.

“It sounds really dumb, but thank you, sweetheart.” He pressed his cheek against your head. Pride and joy wove through his heart into a swirl of pure bliss in the presence of his family. “It was hard work on your side.”

“Yeah.” You respond absentmindedly, stroking Tamotsu’s face with a finger. “It was hard.”

Mamoru reached out to touch his son on the cheek, and the boy turned his head to him.

“Hey kiddo, it’s dad.”

*Tamotsu – defender, protector

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Prince In Plaid | Pt.1

Originally posted by superuunatural

Dean x Reader

A/N: I wrote this and intended it to just be one part but I’m writing a smutty part 2 because I realized I just ended it without actually ending it lol. Enjoy.

Summary: Crowley wants to kill you and Sam and Dean want to save you.

Warning: Nothing Really – Smut will be in the next part

You rub your burning red eyes. You’ve been staring at your computer screen for hours and nothing seems to be adding up. The 3 kids in town that have gone missing have nothing in common, there haven’t been any signs of demonic possessions and you’re starting to think this case has nothing to do with anything supernatural.

Closing you laptop, you walk over to the mini fridge in the old motel room and pull out a beer, tossing the small metal cap into the trash can across the room. Just as you’re about to take your first drag you hear a knock at the door. You’ve been hunting ghost, demons and everything in between long enough to know you can never be too safe.

“Who is it?” you ask, trying to sound bigger than you actually are.

You hear what sounds like 2 guys whispering behind the door and shuffling around. You study the thin line of white light at the bottom of the door waiting for one of them to try and bust in.

“We’re hunter too” a husky voice spoke from the other side of the worn wood door.

“Hunters?” you asked.

You know there are others out there. You’ve met a few of them but you’ve never had 1 of them, let alone 2 of them, show up at your hotel room.

“Yes hunters” the husky voice said again sounding annoyed “now will you let us in?” he asked.

The shotgun you kept next to your bed was now in your hands as you made your way to the door. The deadbolt was a little stuck so it took you a minute to get it unlocked. The chain was last; you stared at it wondering if it was a smart idea to let these guys in. They could be demons or something else that you’re not prepared for. You look down at your shotgun, fully loaded, and then back at the door as you pulled the chain slowly off the hook and sluggishly opened the door.

“What do you want?” you demanded.

“I’m Dean” the husky voiced man spoke as he peaked through the small crack in the door that only revealed to him half your face “and this” he pointed to the taller dark haired man behind him “is Sam, my brother” he smiled and raised one eyebrow “can we come in?”

“Not until you tell me what you want” you opened the door a little more now your whole face showered in the light from outside. Your eyes like stone staring at the two men waiting for their answer.

“Fine” Dean blurted out “we’re here to save your ass”

“Dean!” Sam yelled into his ear and shoved his shoulder “Sorry about my brother but we are running out of time we need to get you out of here” Sam urged “You’re in serious danger”

These guys must be kidding. There’s nothing here. You’ve been on this case for over 2 weeks and the only thing you’ve got is 3 missing kids and some old police records.

“What danger?” you pressed “there’s nothing here” swinging the door open you motion for them to enter the room with the barrel of your gun “look around” you point to the news clipping covered walls “it’s just a bunch of missing kids and parents that I have no answers for.”

You’re so frustrated with yourself and the situation that you throw your gun onto the bed and start tearing down the newspaper clippings and throwing them into the trash can.

“This isn’t why we’re here” Dean grabbed your arm and turned you to face the boys “this, what you’re looking into isn’t supernatural it’s just some sick guy kidnapping kids and yeah it sucks but that’s for the police to handle” you pulled your arm from his grip “we are hunters”

You look down at the floor until Dean grabs your arm again to get you to focus on him “You are on Crowley’s most wanted listed sweetheart” he levels with you “and you’ve been in the same spot for too long, it’s time to move on”

Sam gives you an apologetic look “We’re sorry but you have to come with us”

***

The drive to the safe house was quite. Sam and Dean would occasionally share looks with each other but never words. They seemed like the type of brothers who didn’t need to say much, they kind of just knew what the other was thinking.

“We’re here” Dean got out the shiny black car, slamming the door behind him.

You look around, confused “Um where is here exactly?” you asked.

Sam noticed Dean wasn’t paying much attention to you or your question “This is our home” Sam smiled “Don’t worry” he grabbed your larger duffle bag and let you carry your smaller one “it’s safe I promise” he reassured you as he lead you into the large building, that looked more like an old factory than a home.

***

It’s been 2 days and there still hasn’t been any word on Crowley. Sam and Dean won’t tell you why Crowley is after you and you’re starting to feel restless stuck in this old bunker. You decide you’ve had enough. If they won’t tell you what’s going on than you’re just going to leave.

“What are they going to do to stop me?” you whisper to yourself as you start packing your bags and trying to find your shoes.

“What’s going on?” Dean’s voice startles you and makes your jump.

“Oh my god Dean” you put your hand over your chest feeling your heart pounding a mile a minute “you scared to shit out of me” you try and catch your breathe.

“What are you doing Y/N?” Dean asks, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame of the room you’ve been staying in.

“I’m leaving Dean” you shoved the last of your clothes into the old olive green canvas duffle bag and threw it over your shoulder.

Dean pushed himself off the door frame and stood in the doorway blocking you from leaving, his arms now down at his side and a hard look on his face.

“You’re not going anywhere” his insisted.

You try to push past him but he held his ground “Come on Dean” you dropped your bag at your feet and pushed on his chest, you would have just went around him but his large frame blocked too much of the doorway and you couldn’t find a gap to slip out of “WHY?” you finally shouted, frustrated at him.

Dean gripped your arms, pushed you back a few steps and held you still “Because Y/N your hard headed and you can’t handle this on your own” he yelled back.

Your face started to turn a light shade of red, anger boiling up to the surface “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ON MY OWN?!” You pushed his hands off your arms “You don’t even know me Dean” you tried to bring your voice down so that Sam wouldn’t hear you “I’m not some sad damsel in distress that needs some prince in plaid to come save her”  you remind him “I’ve been hunting all my life what makes this any different?”

“It’s the king of hell Y/N!” Dean’s voice was laced with anger “You’ve never went up against a demon this powerful and if you leave here you’re going to get yourself killed”

Dean was now standing just inches away from you, his large frame towers over your short body. All the frustration and tension between the two of you made the air seem thick.

So you walk closer to him, stand on your tippy toes and get into his face “And how do you plan to stop me?” you ask him,

bymikedallas  asked:

What are some of your wardrobe essentials?

Peacoat
tobacco khaki
light khaki
dark jean
penny loafer
driving loafer
boat shoe
wayfarer
white shirt
cashmere sweater
cable-knit sweater
wool sweater
linen suit
Navy blazer
tuxedo
smoking slipper
blue oxford
thick white oxford
blue and white gingham button down
quilted jacket
cable knit winter hat
fisherman sweater
denim button down
navy and white stripes
corduroy blazer
washed navy polo
canvas duffle bag
wingtip
tortoise shell sunglasses
classic boxers, stripes, ginghams, etc.
socks
a classic pair of sneakers
simple scarves
leather gloves
trenchcoat
repp ties
long sleeve polos
grey crewnecks
wool suit
tweed jacket
navy suit