hand x ray


         It appears we have a traitor in our midst

Laboratory tests in Peru have found that both of the unusual body parts are comprised of both skin and bone. After x-rays of the skull, they concluded that they could not have come from a human being. They came to the same conclusion about the unusual hand. The x-rays clearly show that the fingers inside the hand are comprised of six bones which mean that it cannot have come from a human being as humans only have three bones in each finger.

Now that most people have been assured that the artifacts are genuine there has been a great deal of speculation about where they could have come from. Some people have suggested that the skull and the hand could have been left on Earth by an alien visitor to the planet. Others have suggested that the artifact might come from a form of ancient humanoid. This theory has a certain amount of credibility as the remains of extinct forms of ancient humanoids have been discovered in Peru before. It is hoped that the mystery will be solved in the early part of 2017 when the two body parts will be sent to a specialist laboratory in the United States for radiocarbon and DNA testing.

It doesn't hurt (Thor X reader request)

This was requested by @thestainonthefloor about Thor accidentally hurting you during sex. enjoy!
((warning: smut))
You never knew how you, a mere mortal in the avengers tower, could’ve taken the attention of Thor. The first time you met, something instantly clicked, and after a few months after the New York incident, you started going on dates and it grew to a loving relationship.
Thor was never the dominant one in the relationship. But here you are, Thor pushing you up against the wall, pulling down your wrist with his strong hands. Because Thor was very, very powerful, you were the dominant one more times than not, but you thought letting Thor loose once in a while wouldn’t be so bad.
He kissed your neck, biting and tugging and pulling violently. He pushed your legs apart so he could go in between them. “Thor,” you muttered, jerking up your hips. Both of you were completely undressed, and you needed friction. Now.
“Patience, my love,” he said, biting her sweet spot.
He teased your dripping core with his hard member, making you groan in frustration. “Thor,” you whined.
He entered you, painfully slowly. You gasp when he stretched your walls. Then he started moving.
At first it was pure bliss, but then his hands closed around your wrists tightly, and it was extremely painful. You shouted in pain, but Thor didn’t notice, thinking it was satisfaction. “Thor!” you tried to push him away. “Thor!” you said louder. He finally got your point and slowly moved away. “what seems to be wrong, love?” he asked softly, his hand gliding on your torso. “nothing,” you muttered. “I’m just tired.”
But Thor knew you better than that.
After last night, a white pulsing scar circled your right wrist. You tried moving it, and it hurt. You tries pressing your forefinger on it and it stung like hell. You didn’t know why it hurt your right wrist more than your left, but you knew one thing for sure: something was very, very wrong.
You decided to go to none other than Bruce Banner.
“(Y/n)? Thor’s not here,” Bruce said when you got in his work place. You scoffed, “I wasn’t looking for Thor.”
“Really?” Bruce asked.
You would never admit that you were clingy, when in fact, you were very clingy. Bruce went on a mission with you two weeks ago, and you couldn’t stop talking about Thor. Out of all the avengers, Bruce knew you most. That and he was your best friend.
Yeah, Tony teased both your taste in friendahip and love.
“so… What’s wrong?” he asked hesitantly. (Y/n) simply held of her hand in reply. Bruce’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “what happened?” he asked.
“Thor happened,” You huffed. “what the hell… What were you doing with Thor?”
You blushed beet red. “promise not to tell anyone?” You whispered. Bruce raised his eyebrows. “is this why I think it is?” asked Bruce.
Damn his big brain.
“because you fucked him? Seriously?” he asked, amused. “Shut up, Banner!” you hissed, “Tony has cameras.”
Bruce laughed, “come here, (Y/n).”
You followed him, and he placed you hand under the X-ray. Scanning just took a while, but the results were painfully long.
“I have it,” Bruce said, turning on the projector. “Finally,” you sighed. “show me something.”
Bruce turned off the lights, faint blue light rushing to the screen, showing the skeletal hand figure on it. “Shit,” Bruce whispered. You tilted your head in confusion. “looks fine to me.”
“There’s a crack,” Bruce pointed out. Sure enough, there was a small, slightly visible crack on your wrist. You sighed in relief. “just a crack.”
You slapped Bruce’s back, but you were the one who got hurt. Pain shot from your wrist to the rest of your body. “ow,” you complained. Bruce simply shrugged. “you don’t understand, (Y/n). you should use a cast.”
“Should? Meaning I don’t have to?”
“a cast is going to accelerate the healing process.”
“I can’t use a cast, goddammit,” you whispered breathlessly, “Thor is going to find out.”
Bruce eyed you suspiciously. “why does it matter?”
“I don’t wanna ruin what we have.”
“(Y/n)?” Thor said, knocking frantically at your door. “(Y/n), I know you’re in there.”
You stayed quiet inside your room, hoping he would give up.
“(Y/n), I swear if you don’t come out right now may the gods of Asgard-”
You opened the door, mainly because you were sick of all the ruckus, but also because you know what asgardian swears mean.
“Were you going to curse your girlfriend, Thor?”
Thor just stood there, taking in your body. You were wearing a white Ramones muscle shirt tucked into a short floral skirt.
“what?” you questioned letting you right hand hang loose on your side, trying to minimize movement.
“You are not allowed to roam the tower with that… Piece of cloth,” he declared, pushing his way inside.
“what, why?” you asked quizzically, shutting the door. “because men would stare at you, love.” he circled his arms around your torso, slightly gripping your right wrist. You winced in pain, pulling away instantly.
Thor pulled away in shock. His eyes widened. He took your wrist gently, looking at the white scar. He kissed it gently, sending a smooth, pleasant shivers through your body.
“Who did this to you?” he demanded.
“Thor, please.” you breathed inhaling his scent. He smelled… divine.
“Who did this to you?” he repeated, louder this time.
“You did this to me! Alright?” you exclaimed. Thor took a cautious step back. “That was why you have been avoiding me,” he said in realization, and for the first time ever, his voice was shaking. His gaze fell to the ground. “I’m a monster.”
“Thor, you’re not-”
“I should’ve known,” he regarded. “sometimes I forget that you are only a mortal.”
“Really?” you asked frustratingly. “Are you really being racist to me?”
“You’re not strong enough-”
“Not strong enough?” You exclaimed angrily. “Not strong enough? So you think I’m weak? why don’t you think of-”
“You’ll never be strong enough for me!”
Your hard dropped because he shouted. He never shouted. Not at you.
A tear fell from your eye. “I guess-I guess not.”
You walked out of your own bedroom slowly. You could hear Thor shouting your name, but you never looked back.
Of course, you ended up in Bruce’s room while he was working overnight in his lab.
You slept peacefully in Bruce’s unmade bed, that was until someone laid besides you. “How did you get here, Thor?” you sighed, then turned him slowly.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, but he was being very, very gentle. “I’m sorry, love,” he said slowly. You smiled weakly. “it’s okay,” you reassured. “do you want to try again?” Thor suggested hopefully.
“Of course, Thor,” you said, comforting him.

“But not in Bruce’s bedroom.”

Medical Checkup - Part One


Summary: Doctor Negan can’t resist one of his patients.

Word Count: 2819

A/N:  I really hope you enjoy this pure piece of smut as much as I loved writing it. I decided to end it on a slight cliffhanger since I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue. If you want me to write a part 2 feel free request one! Also, I would love to read your thoughts and opinions!

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, Fingering, Swearing, slight Daddy kink? (the word is said once.)

Tagging: @jml509, @negansoutpost, @warriorqueen1991, @negans-network

So, I don’t know if you guys wanted to be tagged in everything I write or not, but if you only want to be tagged in ‘Life in her yet’ please let me know!

I’m also going to tag @jdmfanfiction, I really hope you’re feeling better and if you ever need somebody to talk to, you can always message me! <3

And for all the others, let me know if you want to be tagged!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

(gif originally posted by @negandarylsatisfaction)

Jade carefully stepped out of the steaming shower cabin, a towel tightly wrapped around her slim body. She instantly reached for the bathroom sink to get a little bit more support. Four days ago, she had a much-needed surgery on her left knee cap and now she’s stumbling around everywhere.

She opened the sliding door to let some of the humidity and steam out and also to not get her leg brace wet.

Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room and the big, hospital door opened wide. Her towel seemed to be startled by the sudden interruption and dropped to the floor which made her sigh.

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zeldie  asked:

My manager steps on the crumbs on the floor when I'm trying to sweep, purposely moves so I'll bump into her in the hallway, and she tricks me into thinking I'm late for work when I'm not. Today she slammed the fridge door on my fingers, seriously bruising me, then refused to write it up as a work injury because I wasn't bleeding and she "didn't want to get in trouble." She thinks she's funny or quirky for being rude but she's actually just a straight-up bitch, and all my coworkers agree with me.

You should report it to her boss and ask to have your hand x-rayed.


anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you think you could write a oneshot about Pietro's s/o undergoing surgery (its non-threatening) and how he would feel after it and what he would do to make them more comfortable please? Thank you!

HIIIIIIIII, okay well you requested it and here it is. 

God I feel like it’s not that great, I really need to stop writing these when I’m running on like two hours of sleep. Nevertheless I hope this makes you somewhat happy! 

Pietro X reader

real fluffy 

A/N: basically she breaks her leg and Pietro is just the loving boyfriend that we all want him to be.

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

“Looks like it’s broken,” Helen said as she handed back my x-ray.

“Dammit,” I sighed in defeat. “That’s another week out of the team.”

“Well, you’re luckier than most people who have to wait weeks for their breaks to heal.” She sat down to fill out what I could only assume was my appointment slip.

“Yeah but!” I couldn’t think of a ‘but’—she was right. We were lucky at HQ, our access to technology allowed us to heal and recuperate much faster than an average person. “Actually you’re right.” I gave up on arguing—I had nothing to complain about.

“I know I am,” she scoffed, “that’s why I’m the physician.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” A knock on the door interrupted my thought process, preventing me from making what would usually be a very witty come back. “That’ll be speedy.”

“He’s picking you up?” She laughed as she went to open the door.

“I know you haven’t felt love Cho, but this is how it works.” I stuck my tongue out.

“Real mature,” she rolled her eyes before turning to greet Pietro. “Please collect your girlfriend, she’s extra moody today.”

Pietro let out a small chuckle, “well, she does have a broken leg.” He helped me up from my chair before handing me my crutches. “Hi,” he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.

“Hi,” I beamed as I wriggled the crutch under my armpit.

“Her surgery is at 5,” Helen handed him the slip. “And (Y/N),” she stopped me just as before I could escape. “Make sure you actually stay in bed for your recovery time.”

“Oh don’t worry—“ Pietro answered for me, “I’ll make sure of that.”

“I hate you both.” I huffed as I struggled to hobble my way out the door—crutches were harder to operate than I’d first thought.

“Do you want to get some food before we go back to our room?” Pietro asked as he shut the door behind him.

“That’s not even a question,” I felt like I was on the verge of starvation.

“For that,” he tutted, “we’re going to walk the whole way.”

“Nooooooooo,” I groaned in frustration. “You like seeing me suffer don’t you?” I blew a strand of hair out of my face as I struggled to keep up with him—he wasn’t even walking that fast, I was just too slow.

“No,” he slowed down, “I just like how cute you look when you flail around like that.”

“I’m mad at you.” I concluded. He stopped walking.

“What?” I asked when he turned to look at me.

“Give me those.” He held out his hand for me to pass him the crutches.

“What happened to watching me flail?” I raised an eyebrow in question.

“If I wait for you to walk to the café with these, you will not make it down to the lab in time to fix your leg.”

“Wow,” I scoffed “you’re really putting your new vocabulary to use.” I took a second to think about how far he’d progressed language wise—I was low-key proud, but high-key upset because it meant he was better at firing back.

“I know,” he scooped me up. “It’s all thanks to you.”

“I’m a great teacher, I take full credit for it all.” I kissed his chin.

He looked down at me, “I thought you were mad.”

I stared straight ahead. “I am.”

He let out a small laugh, “I bet you are.” I knew he didn’t take me seriously—not even I took myself seriously.

“I’m not mad anymore.” I said as I shoved my last fry into my mouth.

“I know,” he laughed as he leaned over the table “I can tell.” He used the pad of his thumb to gently wipe away the ketchup that I’d managed to get on the side of my mouth.

“I’m so clumsy.” I sighed. “How did I break my leg when I wasn’t even on a mission?”

“Hey,” he frowned “it happens to the best of us. It’ll all be over in a week.”

“I know, but that’s one week where I could’ve worked to prove myself.” I was trying my best to get on the first line squad with him—but the harder I tried, the harder I fell. I wasn’t getting anywhere—letters addressing promotions were set to come out in a week and I already knew I wasn’t getting one, not when I was set for a week of bed rest.

“I hate that you feel like this,” he sighed. “You don’t have to push yourself over the line. I’ve told you before, you’re a warrior—you can defend yourself better than I can.”

“I just hate feeling vulnerable. I always want to be the best.” It was my biggest downfall, but also my greatest asset. It was engrained in me from a young age and I couldn’t just forget how to be me.

“You’re not vulnerable or weak,” he reassured me. “I watched you in your trials, you know you did well (Y/N).”

“I want to have a nap before I go into surgery.” I stared down at the table, ignoring what he’d said. In my mind I hadn’t done enough.

Pietro let out a heavy sigh. I knew he was frustrated, but I couldn’t agree with him. “Let’s go home.”

“Hey,” Pietro rubbed my hand as I slowly woke up. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” I croaked as I took a second to adjust to the white light of the room. “Is it all fixed?” I asked as I stared down at my left leg.

“It’s all fixed.” He confirmed, “I brought you breakfast. You’ve been out like a lamp for 12 hours.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “it’s light.” I corrected.

“Huh?” He was confused.

“The saying is, out like a light not lamp.”

“Oh,” he frowned, “I guess I am not yet that perfect.”

“You’re perfect enough for me.” I smiled, “now what’s in the bag?”

“Croissants, your favourite.” He handed me the paper bag as I sat up.

“Mmmmm,” I inhaled the scent “you really are the best boyfriend in the world.” He knew that the way to my heart was through my stomach.

“I know.” He laughed as he watched me basically shove the buttery pastries down my throat. “Also if you could hurry up and eat those, I really want to get back home so that I can cuddle you.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I struggled to say, my mouth still full.

“Hey,” I murmured—still half asleep. “Aren’t you supposed to be assigned this week?” Waking up and seeing Pietro still in bed was rare.

“I pulled a few strings,” he smiled as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “Plus, I had to make sure you had only the best of company.”

“You didn’t have to,” I nuzzled into his chest as he wrapped his arm around me.

“I didn’t want to go anyway.” He was lying and I knew it—he really was trying his best to make me feel better. I knew he loved working, in fact he was one of the biggest workaholics I knew—sometimes he was worse than me.

“You’re so full of it.” I poked him in the ribs. “You should go and talk to Tony—I’m sure he can still find you something.”

“(Y/N),” he sighed in defeat. “I don’t want to go on a mission this week okay? I just want to sit here with my girlfriend and watch the Netflix.”

“You, Pietro Maximoff wants to sit inside and watch Netflix?” I couldn’t believe it. He was never the type to laze around—it was all very new to me.

“Yes.” He didn’t even bat an eyelid—he was being dead serious.

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” I grabbed ahold of his cheek and pulled it around as if I were trying to remove a mask. He let out a small laugh when I finally let go.

“I bought your favourite tea,” he rolled out of the bed and pulled on a shirt. “Give me 2 minutes and I’ll be back with it.”

“God,” I was stunned, “you really have thought of everything.”

“I mean I definitely tried to,” he ran his hand through his hair “I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Some days I don’t think you’re real.” I had gotten so lucky with him—he was everything I wanted and more.

“I’ll be right back, stay put.” He warned, as if I were going to run off to train in the two minutes he would be gone. “Oh and,” he popped his head back around the corner, “I’ll leave the door open, because I trust you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I called after him, knowing for a fact that he wouldn’t have been able to hear me.

“Knock, knock” An unfamiliar voice jolted me upright.

“Oh Jeeze,” I held my hand to my chest as I rushed to get out of my bed, “Captain Rogers! How are you?” I felt my heart rate pick up instantly—I knew exactly why he was at my door and it was making my stomach backflip like never before.

“Was that Pietro who just ran off?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Well, I don’t know anyone else who can run that fast,” I laughed nervously.

“You’re right,” he scoffed, “dumb question. Anyway. I just came to drop this off.” He held out the letter to me—the very same letter that would either make or break me for the next year.

“Oh—“ I gulped down the rising lump in my throat. “Thank you!”

He shot me a small smile, “nice seeing you (Y/N), I better get going—get well soon.” I didn’t even have time to thank him again before he walked away.

I slowly slinked back inside the room, holing the envelope close to my chest. I was too scared to open it—I needed Pietro to do it for me.

As if right on cue the cool breeze of him entering the room rushed past my face.

“One flask of cinna—hey!” he stopped mid-sentence. “What’s up?”

“I—I—Steve just came to leave me this.” I held out the envelope for him to take.

“Oh,” he put the flask down and gingerly took the letter from me.

“You need to open it,” I told him. “I can’t do it myself.”

“Uh—“ he was hesitant, but he could see how nervous I was as well. “Okay.” He took a deep breath before ripping it open. He scanned over it briefly—the whole time he read I was unable to decipher his expression.

“Well,” he said handing it back to me. “I guess we can really relax for the rest of the week.”

“Huh?” I snatched it back quickly, “what do you mean?”

“Read it my love,” he prompted.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I scanned over the page.

‘Dear (Y/N),


We are very pleased to offer you a position with the first line Avengers. We value your skill set incredibly and believe you’d be a tremendous asset to our team.’

I couldn’t even finish reading it, I felt like I was about to throw up. I’d done it—I’d actually done it.

“I—I can’t believe it.” I stammered.

“I can,” Pietro said before engulfing me in a hug. “I knew you’d get there. Welcome to the team.”

“You never doubted me.” My eyes were welling up, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you more.” He placed a chaste kiss to my lips, “now get back into bed. You need to be at full strength if you want to make it through all that training again.”

“Hey,” I said as I walked over to the bed. “You know what would really help me build my stamina?” I sucked in my bottom lip as he tried to figure out what I was hinting at.

When he finally realised, his eyes lit up. “I guess I’m going to have to close the door.”