#cause like. ok. for May I need to go back to get a needle and if I don’t like it I need to get more of a different yarn

[pascallllllll1]

Dizzy Spells

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Word count: 1K+

Description: Pedro being the caring and loving boyfriend he is forces reader to get looked at after experiencing dizziness and fainting.

Warnings: Mentions use of IV’s/needles and unplanned pregnancy. Age gap relationship (very legal)

Pssst!

“Hey! Don’t play with that!” Hissed your overbearing boyfriend who currently resides at your bedside while reaching to stop you from fidgeting with the tape holding the IV in place. You’ve never been a needle person, your parents always scheduling appointments with your family doctor growing up for vaccinations and shots to save you the embarrassment of having a melt down in front of school nurses through the years. Now coming into young adulthood needles continue to make you very nervous, but you're not a blubbering baby that needs to be held down anymore. Some might call that growth. Right now you’re just thankful to whatever higher power is out there that Pedro won’t have to witness hysterical sobbing caused by a tiny needle, all because you’ve been light headed lately and may have fainted a few times. Which leads you to now, where you lay attached to an IV keeping you hydrated while reclined in the stiff bed, your boyfriend of only 5 months by your side stressing over every little thing while waiting for the doctor to come back with test results from your blood work.

“I’m sorry! It’s just really itchy. I wanna go home babe, I really don’t see why we had to come there’s nothing to worry about! It’s probably low iron or something.” Whining you poke out your bottom lip and look up at Pedro with big doe eyes and rest the side of your cheek on his broad shoulder. With a deep sigh Pedro opens his mouth to begin his speech on how it’s better to be safe than sorry and how he cares about you taking care of yourself when two short knocks come from outside the waiting room door. You're quickly repositioning yourself and begin sitting up eager to get this over with and calling out whomever was waiting on the other side of the door to come in. A tall busty woman walks in, clipboard and files in hand looking about Pedro’s age if not older, she looks over to you both when crossing the space to the end of the bed and does a double take when looking to Pedro then back to yourself. You can hear the hesitation in her voice before she asks,

“So who have you brought in with you for support today… Y/N?” She glances down at the now open file to double check your name before her eyes meet yours again waiting for an answer. Nervous, you look to your left hoping for Pedro to speak up for you. Suddenly realising how the question may have come across to you the doctor clarifies her meaning.

“I’m sorry, it’s just your results have come back and due to the nature of them I wanted to confirm you wanted him in the room to hear or if you’d like privacy and for him to step out a moment.”

“The nature of them?” Speaks up Pedro worriedly, concern deeply etched across his face. The doctor looks to you for confirmation that you’d like him to stay. Your mind is spiralling out of control with ideas of what’s wrong with you, what could possibly be going on inside your body, and already searching for ways to solve these hypothetical scenarios reeking havoc in your head. Needing Pedro now more than ever for moral support and comfort you nod to the woman to continue on with the test results.

“Ok. First and foremost I’d like to make it clear that you are healthy and nothing is wrong with you.”

Pedro exhales shakily at the new information and pulls you against his chest with his left arm around you, he kisses the side of your head and takes a moment to breathe you.

You look up to the doctor and ask,

“So what's going on with me then? How come I’ve been so dizzy and fainting?”

“Because you’re pregnant, about 3 weeks along.” Your body tenses up when you feel Pedro quickly release you from his embrace and shoot up out of the bed towards the doctor. The sound of a file opening and paper being hastily sorted through fills your ears. This is way too early in the relationship to be happening. Does he want a family with you? To marry you? A future? Does he see you as his end game? For crying out loud you weren’t even together publicly yet- HIS FANS! How would they react? Would they hate you over such a large age gap? Would they hate you for taking him off the market? Would they hate you for trapping him with a baby? Would he still have a career or would his fans drop him because of who he’s with? You couldn’t live with messing up his life. His dreams and achievements he’d worked so hard for. A large familiar hand pulls you out of the black storm of doubt and back to the present moment. The other comes up to cup the side of your cheek and trace a delicate thumb over your trembling bottom lip. Shifting your focus to the man now kneeling on the bed in front of you, your eyes are met with tearful brown ones staring back at you, undeniably full of love and childlike amazement.

“Baby,” Pedro pauses and takes a moment to clear his throat and sniffle,

“I will support ANY decision you make, and YES this is all 100% your decision to make,” closing his eyes as his voice breaks Pedro exhales loudly and wipes at his eyes before his hands resume to their previous spots.

“But I want to make it so very clear baby, I will stay by your side and support you and our child, I love you Y/N. I want our family if you’re willing to give it to me.” Looking at the man across from you now, there’s not a doubt in your mind that he’s the partner you want to have in life. You and him. Seeing the love he has for you, for your unborn baby who you’d literally just learned about triumphs any previous worries you’d had initially. He’s your person and your his, together you’ll share the most special experience two people can share, raising a child.

“Our family.” You whimper out.

“Our family.” Pedro confirms wrapping you up tight in his arms.

Thank you for reading!! I’m still learning and figuring this all out so any comments are more than welcome! I’d also like to mention that yes I’m writing about Pedro Pascal himself but I’d like to make it clear this is all pretend and a fake fantasy. In no way do any of us know who he really is as a person and this isn’t me trying to make him something he isn’t just sharing my personal daydream fake scenarios with y’all! Hope you enjoyed:)

[jadeddangel]

Hellooo may I request Husk with a reader whose appearance in Hell is that of a cute little mouse? She is shy and the kind of person to put things as nicely as posible, so she finds it hard to stand up for herself. Basically the "opposites attract" trope, if you are so kind! Thank youuu <3

OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! AHHHH I SIMP FOR HUSK SO BAD

Warnings: talk of gambling, alcoholism, addiction , Trauma and suggestive themes

If you aren't over the age of 18 or of legal age please don't interact, having said that, Enjoy!!

A game of cat and mouse

The sky was dark red and black when you woke up.. there weren't any clouds, and aside from a red hue everywhere, the only thing that stood out was a giant clock in the middle of well wherever you were. Standing up, you brushed yourself off with your paws, wait... paws? You froze looking down at your hands, I mean, they looked normal-ish. I mean, you still had skin, but it was Grey and had fur running down the back of your hands, arms, legs, and shoulders. You had black claws, and you were staring to get overstimulated at all the sounds going on.. you went to put your hands over where your ears were when you were alive and let out a scream of sheer panic. You were scared there were so many things going on, and now you were missing ears?! You paused after a moment, realizing that it was ridiculous. How did you not have ears and be able to hear? And so you finally took a deep breath and went into an alley way as you were pretty much feeling yourself up.

You felt all over your body coming into contact with the large ears on your head and the long fuzzy tail you had. "OK, it's ok. Deep breathes. We'll figure this out it's not a big deal, right? I mean, this is probably just a dumb dumb dream .." You spoke to yourself

You lied. It had been 2 months since you got here now, and no matter what you've done to try and "wake up," nothing was working. And that's why you were standing here in front of the not so popular hazbin hotel. The outside of the large building looked mediocre, at best, and you were being modest. Taking a deep breath of the polluted air you knocked on the front door carefully, the echo of the loud knock spooking you nearly out of your fur. You could hear running towards the door before a brief pause and a blonde demon opened the door. "Hello there, little demon!! Welcome to the hazbin Hotel! Please come in come in!" Charlie greeted as she maneuvered around you, putting a hand on your back and leading you inside the doors closing behind you. You frantically tried to adapt to the new surroundings the princess of hell had forced you into. What you immediately spotted was a couch, a large stair case, a few people, and a bar? I mean, you had heard this was a place for rehab pretty much, not just a standard hotel. Charlie nudged you towards the couch. "Let me introduce you to everyone!! Ok, so we have angel dust, " charlie blabbered out as Angel looked up from his phone and gave you a brief head nod "alastor, our facilities manager, vaggie, my girlfriend and our general manager!! Oh, oh ! And here we have Kiki, razzle and dazzle, they work to protect the hotel!! That's nifty!" Charlie pointed to everyone excitedly, most of them barely even looking at you before the girl she addressed as nifty ran at you with a giant needle." Rat! There's a rat in the hotel!!" Nifty yelled. With a shriek, you jumped onto the coffee table. "I'm not a rat. I'm not a rat!!" You were nearly crying. You were embarrassed about everything feeling like a big deal, and then on top of the panic of being in a new place, it felt like your head was bursting. You had closed your eyes, and the next thing you knew, there was someone picking you up off the table after they had noticed you panic. It was angel dust.. he was holding you high above nifty's reach though he didn't need to cause you saw this.. cat person? Holding nifty up by the collar of her dress.. he seemed tired.. and grouchy . Angel finally set you down "sorry 'bout that cutie, nifty can be a bit much at first," angel said, crouching a bit so he was face to face with you instead of face to tits . You nodded a bit. "Thank you, angel dust," you said quietly, "it's alright, cutie, it's no problem to me, my friends call me Angie btw," Angel said sweetly

And just like that, your stay at the hazbin Hotel began. It was starting to calm down after a few months. You had grown close with angel, the two of you often hanging out at the bar. The cat's name that you had learned was husker, but he preferred husk. Then it all started, late night drinks and talks with husk though you did most of the talking or it wad just quiet. You both talked about so many things, what foods you liked, what drinks you preferred. And even though you were opposites, you were both crazy attached to each other.

You and Angel were having some small talk at the bar just laughing with each other. "And then! Hahaha ha and then Val has the guts to ask me to redo the scene!!" Angel laughed out. You both had been talking about funny stories and about things when you were alive . Angel finished off his drink before winking at husk. "Oh husker~, you wanna do me a favor and poor me another drink kitty?~" Angel asked with a smirk. You could hear husk grumble under his breath about something. Husk then turned to you. "Want another soda? I know you're not much of a drinker, so I asked Charlie to get us some, " husk said, leaning against the bar counter slightly. You gave him a happy nod before handing him your cup, soon husk left, and Angel smirked at you .oooooo you and Kitty got somethin' goin' on, don't ya' ?" Angel teased poking your shoulder a bit. Your cheeks turned a darker Grey at his words "w-what?.. me and husk what? No way psht- that's ridiculous. Why do you think he likes me?" You were embarrassed, but God, you were curious. Did Angel know something you didn't. "Mm, I'll tell you if you tell me what made you die , deal?" Angel held his hand out a bit.. you took a moment questioning if it was worth it before shaking his hand. "Deal.."

You took a deep breath "Alright uhm it was my boyfriend's fault.. you see, I had this really bad habit of falling for people that really didn't care about me.. they just wanted a body or something they thought they could gain.." You spoke quietly before clearing your throat."I was beaten to death.. I thought I was just going to sleep, but uhm, he had caused internal bleeding and..." You zoned out a bit."That's why I'm a mouse.. I'm just viewed as prey and a good pet for some person that thinks their god. " You ranted a bit

Angel looked guilty about making the deal, having heard that.. "Oh, cutie.. I'm sorry.. uhm, I don't know if husk likes you, deary, " Angel said softly while rubbing your back . You sighed a nodded a bit; husk returned back to the main bar and handed you your glass full of soda gently careful not to spill any before carelessly handing angel his drink ,husk put his hand over yours when you went to grab your drink " are you alright mouse? You don't seem well.. cmon, let's take you to your room.." husk said softly as he walked around the bar and helped you off the high chair before grabbing your drink and helping you walk up to your room. Husk sat you down on your bed, trying to get you to relax a bit. He rubbed over your shoulders, trying his best to soothe you from your emotional anguish that was written on your face. "It's gonna be ok, just relax," husk said quietly while rubbing your shoulders. Husk looked down at you, worried. "I heard what you and Angel were talking about.. I'm so sorry you had to go through that" husk was rubbing along the edges of your ears to help calm you, "Now uhm I now I suck at stuff like this but it looks like you need one " husk said opening his arms a bit. You pulled husk close and cuddled into him, relaxing at the smell of sandalwood and rum. Husk wrapped you up his wings, holding you close. "Thank you, husk.. " you said softly, husk smiled ever so slightly as he rubbed your arms and back carefully "yknow I heard everything even about a certain crush you have. " Husk chuckled a bit. You blushed a bit and went to pull away from the hug, but husk kept you close to his chest "let me finish.. I really like you too little mouse and I'd really like to stay with you for as long as I can.." husk finished finally letting go a bit so that you could pull away if you so pleased. But you could never.. husk made you feel safe made you feel whole.. and nothing could change that.. You had a big smile on your face as you pulled him closer "I really like you too husk.." you muttered. Husk smiled a bit more "so how about we just stay here for a bit and just hang out mk?and if I may be so bold I'd like to ask you to be my girlfriend " husk rubbed your back in soothing circles. You squeaked happily (blame the mouse part) as you nodded like crazy.

Everything is perfect

[vtforpedro]

life update - long

It took me a hot minute to find the last update. December, I guess? I'm so tired I never stop being tired and time is not real anymore. Anyway. Disability Stuff: I won my case in federal court in February. They said it'd take a year so I was a little hm. Found out the SSA voluntarily asked the judge for the remand because the written decision was indefensible and they were gonna take another look. Pros: Hey, I won! I get a second hearing! Cons: I didn't get a brief written by the federal law firm because there was no time. This is actually a tactic used by the SSA. I have no doubt they're fine tuning another denial. I also have to wait for the lower level court to figure out what was so bad about it (that they'd already ruled was perfect) to give to the judge I will have another hearing with. The same judge. Who said I was a liar multiple times and omitted eight months of medical evidence and said mental health issues are subjective hahaha. I hate this country. Health: Boy howdy it's been better and worse. I had the tilt table test in late December, went... ok enough, but my neuro didn't like how ambiguous the report was and sent me back to them to speak to an autonomic disorder specialist. Scheduled in Jan, just had my appt with her this month lol she is busy. She ordered: genetics test, labs, and skin biopsy. I've done the first two, third is scheduled in July and I'm gonna be a mess because needles u_u Brain stuff is much of the same. Episodic. Manageable times are a godsend, bad times are really bad. My heart started to do some funky ass shit a few months ago. My mom kept writing it off as anxiety no matter how much I explained that it felt like my heart was pounding after exercise. My BP and pulse shot up high for a while and b/c my pulse never came back down and it was interfering with, you know, living, my PCP sent me to cardiology. :') Cause I wanted my heart involved in this mess One 24hr holter monitor, echo, and heart ultrasound later, and I have a new heart condition. He said 'your heart is beating so fast you would normally see it with exercise' bada boom baby and has nothing to do with fucking ANXIETY >:[ I'm on heart medication. 10 meds. I need to start another med for my psych but that's 11 and I'm honestly getting upset because it's so fucking much medication in one day but every single one of them is necessary so what can really I do? Personal: Relationship with my mom is at an all time low. This is extremely unfortunate because a few weeks ago, my mom told me she is basically being 'laid off' (she's not losing her job for a while, just retiring earlier than expected) and I have to leave my home of 10 years by mid-August. Got no sympathy from her about it *finger guns* I've gone through the devastation of that and am kind of just stuck in how is any of that gonna work. My brother and I can't live together, so he's gonna move into a family friend's rental. Except he has no job and hasn't been able to get one in months. He started one on Monday, is gonna leave by Friday because it's horrific ig. Anyway my mom promises he won't be there. We have to move based on my disabilities and my mom's house is gonna have to reflect what we have here. I'll see it when I believe it. I don't trust her anymore. Extra unfortunate that I'm gonna be living 24/7 with my mother who has been an abusive person in my life the past two years. The short break thru the day that my apartment is just mine, quiet and gentle, is gonna be gone. I'll be introducing my solitary 11 year old cat Lilly into a house with 3 other cats. She only knew Isis her entire life. She was just diagnosed with neuro issues this year after going through an MRI. We don't know if she has seizure activity or if it's movement disorder, but the med she's on treats both and she has gotten better. Same process Isis went through. Cannot believe I have two cats with neuro issues and likely the same one. May 18th was one year since Isis passed. Rough, tiring day.

I don't know how it has been that long. Feels like it just happened. I can still see her and feel her through my apartment and losing it in August will probably shatter me most because of losing the last place she existed in. I miss her more than I can say.

She was my little soulmate and her absence is felt in every corner here. Writing/Fandom:

I went through a whole fucking situation over in the Stranger Things fandom that has left me not wanting to post anymore. Idk if neuro shit has destroyed my ability to write but it's humiliating and painful every time I post a fic.

I posted stucky (1 out of 2 fics this year) on my main acct and lost 8 fuckin user subs? Like goddamn. What'd stucky do 😭 anyway it was even more devastating and kinda like 'here's your big ass sign to keep your writing to yourself.'

Between the god awful shit that happened in the ST fandom and my inability to put together even a good one shot, I'm feeling really down about one of two creative things I can do in my life. I used to love sharing my stuff. I want to write and share but it feels like it's harming my MH. I can't draw or paint right now, either. And I can barely move around my apartment without pain. I can't even leave it except for doctor appointments.

Idk. Very walls are closing in type of feeling and I hate it. In short: I'm tired, struggling, and too many things are happening at once. I love you all 😩💜 thank you for your patience and love and kind words. Your support is felt through one update to the next. I hope you're all well and I'm sending all my love and hugs to you.

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

Smile Needles Part 1

Warning this is a very gory story :)

Also I'm shit at writing, so it may be hard to follow

[this is what a character is thinking]

(this is what a character is doing/looks like in the moment)

{this is a sound}

~and this is my dumb ass narrating~

This is PizzaHead. This is Pizzano. This is Liz. This is Mt. This is REDACTED INFO.

And now the story begins!

~it was a calm summer night in the tower, all was well and peaceful.

The PizzaHead family where all chilling in there house,Pizzano was cooking spaghetti for dinner, Mt was off in his room, and PizzaHead and Liz where watching TV together.

now lets see what will happen next~

{Ding Dong}

Hm? (He looked over at the door confused) Hey Liz can you go see who's at the door for me?

Ya, I can do that! (She stands up walking over to the door, when she opens the door she finds a small box on the porch)

Well, what is it kiddo?

It's a package! (She turns the box over and reads the label) it's for me! But it doesn't say who sent it....

Well have fun with that (he stand up stretching) I got to go do something (he walks off, leaving the show unpaused)

[i wonder what I could be....]

(She opens the package, reaching her hand in she gets picked with something sharp)

OW! WTF? (she pulls her paw out, a small needle sticking out of her palm) what the?

(A sudden wave of euphoria washes over her)

He, hehehehhe HAHHAHAHAH (she pulls the needle out of her palm, then looking inside the package she finds a knife with a note reding- you know what to do kitty - she picked up the knife walking off the whare PizzaHead went)

(he's seen picking some books off the ground)

(she leaps onto PizzaHead back,clinging on tightly)

WOW, oh hey kiddo what have we said about pouncing me like that?

Nighty night! (She slices his head clean off, than jumping off his back she lets the body softly fall to the ground)

Wait wha-

(the blood from the body starts to soak her feet) Ugh, I'll have to clean that up later, but first we need to deal with other dad :)

(she walks into the kitchen standing behind Pizzano)

(he was stirring a pot of noodles, he turns around to see Liz covered in blood)

Liz, What the fuck happen to you? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?

I'm fine dad! I just need wash of my paws! Now you get back to cooking...

Ok, but are you shure your alright?

I'm shure! Just go back to cooking

(he turns back to the pot, now having worried disposition to the way he moves)

(she quietly climbs into the counter beside Pizzano)

(he looks over for a slit second) what are you do-

(she shoves his head into the boiling pot of pasta, slowly burning of his face in the water)

(he gets to push back but somehow can't under Liz's pressure)

(she pushed down harder and harder)

(he continues to struggle against her,until he goes limp)

(she lifts her hand, leaving Pizzanos head in the pot) there we go! He was surprisingly easy to deal with.... Now where's my broth-

Liz! What the fuck is going on? (He grabs a knife, then redys himself for battle)

Perfect timing! (She leaps off the counter, aiming for her brother with the knife in her hands)

(he leaps to the side nipping Liz's ear with his knife)

Ooooh, playing dirty are we? (She slashed at him, nipping his hand that had the knife causing him to drop it)

FUCK (he hold his hand in his other hand, puting pressure on the cut)

Not so high and mighty now brother! (She pushes his into the wall)

AGK (he slumps against the wall, picking back up the knife and hiding it behind his back)

(she sets her foot on his chest) now how do you wanna go out? Bleeding to death? Decapitation? Or mayb-

(he slashes at her eye causing her to fall back)

AH, WHY YOU LITTLE (she looks back to see he's disappeared)

huh, smart move brother, to use your shadows to get away! I'll get you though, you won't be safe for long....

(She leans on the counter, breathing heavily)

End of part 1

@random-obsseser, @keylimepizzapie hope y'all enjoyed my little fic about my Smile needles au!

Art will be coming soon!

[sl33py-g4m3r]

rant-y post about me remembering random spell names and other stuff~~ I keep adding on if i think of stuff to add on and need to stop doing that~~~~ lol. goes to show yes I am smart; i just need to apply it to something other than anxiety~~~

I'm genuinely sorry i keep adding to this post~~ it's long enough~~

man~~ I need to get more familiar with the names of status moves and stuff~~

for I have no idea what the kaja moves do... I mean they're buffs/debuffs i think but that's as far as I get. idk what the first part of those mean...

also me remembering some names of stuff without knowing what they do~~~ like tetrakarn or sukunda why I remember random SMT spell names is beyond me~~~ at least it means I'm very interested in it~~ I did this with my other interests all the way back in high school too, just remember bits and pieces of information for no reason whatsoever. don't even remember where I picked those spell names up from unless it was a playthrough or something i watched...

looked them up; one's a barrier spell and one reduces accuracy~~

get to playing an SMT or persona game and I should figure it out pretty fast~~

I just need to teach my brain that loss IS OK~~~ we're not good at a game and die?? TRY AGAIN AND DON'T GET SO UNREASONABLY UPSET~~~ THIS RUINS ANY PART OF FUN THE VIDEO GAME HAS

YES CHALLENGING THINGS CAN BE FUN THAT IS THE APPEAL OF MEGATEN AND BULLET HELL GAMES~~~ COME ON BRAIN~~

not the og thought of the post; yet another passing thought.

the one I originally wanted to post before bed is this.

living in a world with demons or pokemon might have it's advantages. unless of course your partners wouldn't attack you even if you asked them to.

need to freeze something? bufu.

insomnia and need to get sleep? ask one of your partners to dream needle you or cast another sleep status~~

need healing? mediaorama.

I know what some stuff does and I haven't played the games~~ but should if i like the franchise this much~~

hope posting this wasn't a mistake and keeps me up far longer than it should~~ the internet is a terrible vice of mine and one of the sole reasons I'm constantly backwards to begin with.....

plz brain let me sleep after I post this I beg of you~~~~

extra stuff in tags~~ and below cut cause I thought of something else that's kinda unrelated but also in the same vein of video games. and kinda embarrassing for me to admit~~~ teenage me had issues~~

I wish you all going to bed at this hour a good sleep as well~~~ hope we can all get sleep together across space~~~ sleep well fellow demon summoners~~ may you have plenty of magnetite to keep your demons around, and enough macca to recruit and fuse more~~~

don't get so mad at something that you destroy things in anger~~ it won't help you at all and may in fact make things worse~~ my father was that way when he lost a game

also don't destroy useful stuff~~!! teenage me didn't know how freaking expensive glasses were~~~ i couldn't get a glitch in super mario 64 to work and proceeded to destroy my glasses simply because i couldn't get a very hard glitch to work.

my blind ass destroyd something expensive that costs hundreds of dollars just because of not getting a GLITCH to work

teenage me had anger issues and now if I lose i just get sad and defeatest instead of destroy things because that's not worth what you'd have to replace if you broke something.

and if you ever get so mad at a game that you can't think straight, take a break and try again later~~~

teenage me was stupid af~~

[damnedparker]

ramen

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (afab & non-binary reader; no (y/n))

warnings: coming out! fluff, insecurities discussion but everything is a-ok :) again reader is afab ! im really only comfortable writing w my own experiences right now as writing is kind of. a coping mechanism for me

summary: a little ramen turns into a confession

this is rly just a self indulging fic... there's so little fics about nonbinary readers and stuff out there without it being vague so i just threw this out in my notes app cause i cant sleep. being home has really not been great for me regarding my identity sooo self comfort i guess. idk how to cope but peter parker would support me!

again this is pretty specific to my experiences with my gender and like... an ideal way for a coming out experience for me would be i suppose? so not everyone will relate or may agree w this scenario and thats totally okay! i just wanted to share in case someone else needed it like i did when i wrote it. i hope you all are doing well. take care of yourselves, and if no one else supports you i do, and peter definitely would.

"Peter?"

"Hmmmm...?" He signaled that he was listening, working on patching up a hole some drunk guy had managed to open in his spidey suit with a broken beer bottle.

"You love me, right?" Your question seemingly surprised your boyfriend, as the needle slipped and he poked himself, letting out an ow, shit before setting the project aside and turning his head to where you were standing in the kitchen, watching water boil for your ramen.

"Of course I do," he answered without hesitation, unnecessarily climbing over the back of the sofa to join you. His arms wound around your waist and he craned his neck to press a warm kiss to your cheek. "More than anything. Is something wrong?"

"I mean... no... not really, I--" you sighed, turning around and backing away from his hold slightly to lean against the counter. His eyebrows furrowed, clearly becoming concerned at the sudden space between the two of you. It was abnormal for the two of you not to be glued together. "I've just been... thinking. I've struggled a lot with who I am for... for ever since I can remember and I was talking with some friends recently, and," you felt like throwing up. You couldn't get the words out. "Would you still want to be with me if I... was... wasn't a girl?" It seemed to click in Peter's head as to where you were going, and he nodded, tentatively reaching for your hand to respect your space, but not knowing how else to be reassuring in that moment. If there was one thing you knew for sure about your boyfriend, it's that his love language was physical touch.

"I love you no matter what. It doesn't matter to me what you identify as--" he stopped himself, tilting his head. "Well, it does matter to me, I know it's important to you and especially if you've struggled with it, and I'm--"

"Peter," you stopped him with a squeeze of his hand.

"I'm rambling again aren't I?"

"Uh-huh," you smiled. He never changed. Peter mumbled an apology and nodded at you, encouraging you to continue. "I just-- I don't feel like a girl... I never have, really? I don't know. I know I'm not a boy either... I think I'm just. Somewhere in between, or off the map, something... I don't know..."

"Non-binary?" Peter supplied, tangling his fingers with yours.

"Yeah. Yeah, exactly, actually," you let out a breath you hadn't realized was stuck in your chest. "I'm... sorry if that makes things weird."

"You don't need to apologize for being who you are," Peter shook his head, bringing his arms around you again. "You're still you, no matter what. The love of my life."

"Are you sure...? It doesn't make you... less attracted to me or anything?"

"Are you kidding?" He tilted his head again, in that Peter way, almost like a puppy. "You? The hottest piece of ass in New York?"

"Don't objectify me when I'm coming out to you!" You jokingly scoffed and shoved his shoulder, then followed his movements by burying your reddened face in his chest. "Seriously, though? Do you mean it?"

"One thousand percent, baby," he squeezed you close, swaying you a little affectionately. "You're the same person you've always been, just with an extra boost of confidence in who you are. And I'm proud of you."

"Really?" You pulled back. He gently knocked his forehead onto yours with a toothy grin.

"Very. You're you, always will be. And I love you."

"I love you so much, Peter." You murmured, unconsciously reaching back towards the stove and bumping your hand into the absolutely burning hot pot still boiling water. You held back a loud swear, a bit of tears forming in your eyes at the pain. Peter reacted with lightning quick reflexes, gently pushing you to the sink to run cold water over the burn.

"See? You're so hot you burned yourself," the shitty joke flew from his mouth like it was second-nature. You were speechless, hitting his shoulder with the hand not under the stream of cold water. Peter was grinning, you laughing, and he sealed the moment with a loving kiss, pressing his body into yours. You were so happy you wanted to cry. Peter pulled away at the smile your lips were forming against his, pressing a few more kisses to the rest of your face before swiftly turning to finish making your soup for you.

The next five minutes or so were filled with conversation so casual you couldn't believe it was regarding you just coming out to your boyfriend of a few years. This was something you'd been contemplating since you were young enough to comprehend the idea, and something that had bothered you more and more recently. Once you had set your mind on talking to Peter about it, you had built it up so anxiously in your mind you imagined it being a serious sit-down conversation filled with frowns and tears. Instead, Peter was contentedly making your soup for you and asking you about names and pronouns like it was any other night in together. It made you wonder what you did to be so lucky to have someone so supportive in your life.

"Ramen's all done, let's see your hand," he made sure to turn off the stove before gently taking your hand from under the water. The skin on the back of your hand was pretty red and angry looking, but nothing too bad. Peter examined it like it was a bullet wound. "Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, but I can deal," you winced when he prodded gently at it. He gave you an apologetic look, digging in a nearby drawer before tearing open a Band-Aid with his teeth. At this point, there were first-aid supplies stashed all over the house in case Spider-Man needed fixing up.

Peter gently smoothed the bandage over the main area of the burn, where a blister would probably soon form. He pressed a soft kiss over it for good measure.

"It's not often I get to patch you up instead of the other way around," he murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"It's a burn, P, it's not--"

"I mean, in general, sweetheart, I know that wasn't easy to tell me."

"I... feel good. Feels easier to breathe, I think." A small smile crept across your lips. Peter returned the expression.

"Good." He nodded, giving you a peck on the lips. "Can I have some of your ramen?"

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

hello, i absolutely love your writing. may i request barbatos using his safeword cause he cant take anymore of your edging? only if you write that kind of stuff, its okay if you dont, thank you <3

It’s alright anon! I’m willing to write this!

Also remember to always have a safe word! It’s very important! Also remember to practice aftercare!

Barbatos using his safe word

Barbatos sobbed as you stopped right before he could cum, it’s been almost a month of this, you teasing him everyday but giving him no relief. It hurt so much, he whimpered, he didn’t want to ruin it by tabbing out but fuck, it hurt!

His cock was so stiff, every throb felt like needles being jabbed into the sensitive flesh, the tip was purpling from all the teasing and his balls had since swollen, they felt so full it hurt to move.

He wanted to be good but fuck, it’s too much! He could feel tears running down his cheeks, he didn’t even care about looking professional at this point!

“R-red! Please!”

He choked out as you stopped once again, you froze and came up to eye level with him. “Shit sorry, are you ok? Did I go to far?” You said, voice just above a whisper.

He whimpered, thrusting into the air. “N-need to cum! It hurts, please!” You dropped back down and took his cock into your mouth, keeping an eye on him the entire time. He seemed much more relived.

He didn’t last long, cumming into your mouth, you helped him ride out his orgasm, he was cumming a lot more than you anticipated, you had to pull back and let your hand work his cock.

Barbatos had fallen too his knees, leaned against you panting heavily, you gave him a kiss and called his name to get his attention. “Are you ok? Do you need anything?”

He groaned when you let go of his cock, it was still leaking out cum, but he was borderline being overstimulated. “Y-yes, I’m fine, thank you, sorry-“

You interrupted him with a kiss. “Don’t apologize, ok? I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. You did amazing, Barbatos, I’m so proud of you.” He hid his face into your neck, trying to hide the fact he was blushing. “Do you need anything? I’m here for you, Barbie. Just tell me, I won’t judge.”

He wrapped his arms around you. “Can we cuddle? J-just for a little bit?” You nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You gave him another kiss.

“Sure thing, I’ll stay with you for as long as you want, ok?”

[taleasnewastime]

I already made a smut request but then I saw the fluff prompts and I had to make another one, the prompt was too good! Fluff request: Namjoon, "Hold on, this may sting a little." We all know that Mr. Clumsy, the very avatar of destruction, is gonna need a lady in his life with good first aid skills🤣! Thank you in advance if you choose to write it. 🌹

So very true and such a cute idea! Thanks for the request, hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of blood

“We need to buy more plasters.”

You’re emptying the contents of your first aid kit onto the side. It’s a big first aid kit, yet it seems to be lacking some significant things.

“And more antiseptic wipes,” you remark.

“Blood is literally dripping off me right now.”

You glance up, see Namjoon with his arm over the sink. He’s right. Though you told him to hold his hand aloft to decrease the flow of blood, it’s still dripping down his arm, off his elbow, into the sink.

You look back down at the first aid kit.

“We could also do with like a needle and thread or something.”

“Y/N.”

“You know, because it would save the trip to A&E every time you do this.”

“This doesn’t need stitches.”

“I mean seriously Joon. How often do you have to use this stuff? We’re even missing cotton pads. I swear I bought a whole box of those last time.”

“You make it sound like this a daily occurrence.”

You look up at him again. Your eyebrow raised in question. He can’t keep your eye contact, looks away and you find yourself smiling.

“Ok. I get it. It happens a lot. But it’s not like I meant to smash that glass, it just wasn’t balanced right. It could have happened to anyone, it –”

He stops, looks back at you and looks even more pissed off.

“Stop laughing,” he moans. “I’m being serious.”

“Sure, God of Destruction.”

“I’m going to kill Jimin for telling you that.”

You only laugh harder. You very much disagree, are so happy Jimin told you that little titbit. If only because it seems to annoy the hell out of Namjoon.

“Will you just come over here?”

He’s speaking through pout. It’s cute. But there is also still blood coming out of his hand.

You pick up some plasters and disinfectant wipes before walking to stand in front of him. Ripping open one of the packets, you start by whipping down the blood that’s trailed down his arm. Once at his wrist, you touch it and guide it down to set it over the sink. It’s not much of a cut, but it’s deep enough to cause all the blood, just not enough to need stitches.

You rip open the second packet, take out the disinfectant wipe. Hold his palm in yours.

“Hold on, this may sting a little.”

He winces but he doesn’t react any other way, keeps his hand open for you to clean.

“That ok?” You ask when you’re done and take the wipe away.

He nods, as you open up a plaster. “It’s honestly not that bad.”

“Yeah,” you smile as you smooth the plaster over his skin. “Because you’ve definitely done worse.”

You sense rather than see Namjoon roll his eyes. It only makes your smile broaden.

“There you go,” you say as you smooth a thumb over the covered cut. “One last thing,” you lift his hand to your lips, give the plaster a gentle kiss. “Now it should be good.”

He laughs. “You’re so dumb,” he adds lightly. “Says the guy who cut himself on a glass,” you roll your eyes.

[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

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     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

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     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

     Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”

[biggest-stupidhead]

AGHH I LOVE UR WRITING OK so i was wondering if i could possibly request a drabble or something where the reader is like really hurt on a mission and she tries to hide it from Levi because he’s so overprotective and then she passes out or something and can’t hide it anymore and he finds out? (so unbelievably worried btw) and then just afterwards he’s SUPER protective (and kinda mad) and like SO sweet and just cares for her and ahhh idk just fluffy angst? sorry it’s so much i’m just in love with ur writing 🥺❤️

awww thank u!! I love this idea, cause tbh I hate showing when I’m hurt to others and live by “rub some dirt on it and walk it off” so I can relate. 

Summary: You get hurt and Levi isn’t happy

Word Count: 744

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For once, you were glad that you weren’t in the same wing of the scouting formation as Levi. You had managed to fuck up tremendously, getting snatched by a titan and then when your cadet had come to your rescue, he had accidentally nicked you with the blades. Leaving you with broken ribs and a nasty gash along your forearm. You managed to wrap the cut in bandages, but you knew you would need stitches when you returned to the wall. Having been on the left flank of the formation you and your squad managed to escape the female titan’s wrath and return safely back to the walls luckily. But most weren’t so lucky. You had avoided Levi, knowing that he liked to have the time right after expeditions to himself. So you took the time to get your ribs checked out. The infirmary was so busy, that you decided it would be best if you did your own stitches, you were familiar with the process. I mean how hard could it be? 

You limped back up to your office, where you rummaged through your drawers to find the first aid kit you kept. Just as you undid the bandages covering the gash, there was a soft knock on your door. 

“Come in.” You pushed the kit aside and lifted your chin to greet whoever it may be. To your shock Levi loomed in the doorway, head hung uncharacteristically low and jaw tight. 

“Levi...what’s the matter?” You inquired, standing too fast and wincing. Blood dripped from your arm, and your hand flew to cover the wound. Levi’s grey eyes narrowed at the sight of your injuries and crossed the room with quick steps. 

“Sit.” He commanded, and you dropped down into your chair as he drug an extra chair around your desk to sit next to you. Wordlessly he began to clean your cut and thread the needle. 

“Want to talk about it?” You asked softly, reaching with your uninjured hand to grip his knee. He jerked his leg away as if you had burned him. 

“No.” You felt the sting, but decided to let it slide this once. You hissed as he began to stitch the gash, his hands working deftly, almost as if it was second nature. You knew he had a rough past, you’d heard the rumors but had never pried. You wished he would tell you, you had shared your past with him after all. 

“You need to be more careful.” Levi scolded, eyes downcast and teeth clenched as he cleaned the dried blood off of the edges of the cut. 

“I’ll try.” There was no point in arguing with him. 

“I can’t be your babysitter all the time.” He continued bitterly, you rolled your eyes at that, it had been ages since you had worked closely with him on expeditions. 

“It’s fine Levi, really I get it. We both have our own squads to worry about.” Once he finished the stitches you pulled your arm back and studied his work. Not too shabby, even rivaled the student nurses’ work. 

“I want you on my squad.” He said abruptly, you turned and gaped at him. 

“I’m a squad leader now Levi....I have my own kids-” 

“My squad was wiped out...I need you.” He admitted and your stomach fell to your feet. 

“No way...Levi I’m so sorry.” You apologized, feeling guilty for being cross with him. 

“Not your fault. I should have been with them, shouldn’t have left them.” He sighed, burying his face in his hands. 

“No, you can’t say that.” You reached out and placed your hand on his knee once more. This time he didn’t recoil. 

“I know.... but I still feel like I should have been with them. They were my responsibility.” He inhaled sharply and rubbed his face before sitting up straight once more. 

“So...just try not to...to fucking die.” Levi grunted as he placed a hand over yours on his knee. You felt your chest tighten and you nodded, determined to keep that promise. 

“I’ll try...I really will.” You squeezed his hand and smiled warmly at him. 

“I’ll talk to Erwin about it in the morning.” You assured him, he nodded, eyes heavy and jaw tense. 

“Let’s go to bed.” You suggested and he stood, looping an arm around you to support you as the two of you stumbled into your room that was attached to your office. 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok i got an monster tom x scientist reader au universe thing and no it does not take place in the red army base

Reader is a scientist and is asked to run some tests on a new specimen/monster they found, and when reader sees the specimen/monster they actually think it's kinda cute but then some other scientists shock him and even stick some needles in him and reader just feels bad for the specimen/monster at this point so nighttime rolls around and they hack into the cameras to shut them off and wear a mask so they won't get caught and go to the main room where the specimen/monster is they the reader introduces themselves to the monster the monster, thinking they're gonna hurt them, immediately backs off obviously scared and reader convinces the monster that they're not gonna hurt them and the monster shrinks as he's mostly human and says "your not gonna hurt me?" And they reassure him that they're not gonna hurt him and they sneak into the readers car and drives off the lab that the monster was in and reader asks what the "monsters" name is and says their name is "tom". Then reader makes a pit stop to a store real quick to get tom some clothes and then reader drives to they're home and introduces tom to their room and asks if they want some food/ take out or not an he says yes and they get some chinese food and watch some TV, after eating they both go to bed and reader suddenly finds themselves in Toms arms whimpering a little, and reader just kinda decides to pet his hair and rub his horns a little bit which make him purr then tom wraps his tail around reader and asks them to do it more and they do do that untill they notice that he's asleep then they both fall asleep.

Whew, I enjoyed writing this one ^^

Summary: Reader, a scientist, rescues Monster Tom from the lab that experimented on him and brings him home

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"Dr. [L/n], I'll let you oversee today's tests on TR-03."

"Alright, chief." You smiled awkwardly as your supervisor handed you the clipboard. It contained the subject's information: a one-eyed horned monster of an unknown species, though your colleagues have theorized it to be a demon. "What kind of tests are we running on it?"

"Resistance to electric shocks. There's evidence of uranium possibly circulating in its blood, so you'll be watching them extract samples as well."

As he explained, your smile gradually dropped as you looked over the information, seeing a ton of redacted information, including several incidents of the destruction it caused prior to its capture.

"So it's gonna be shocked and stuck with needles? Sounds painful."

"Its armor is thick, so it shouldn't feel a thing. Besides...I don't think you need to worry about whether it'll be painful for it." Your supervisor spoke in a rather condescending tone. "After all it's just an animal."

"I...yes, sir. I'll go oversee the tests right away." Not wanting to argue further, you just left his office and wandered through the building.

You were eager yet anxious to meet this monster.

Eventually you reached the area where the creature was being held, climbing up the stairs that led to the skybridge so you could look down into its holding chambers.

It was a massive dark purple creature, with two bright violet horns and a single black eye. Surprisingly it was allowed full movement, though judging from the many claw marks on the walls...it wouldn't surprise you if one day it was chained up to restrict such behavior.

You actually thought it was..kind of cute? It looked scary in pictures, but up-close it didn't seem as terrifying.

That only made you feel more pity for it as other scientists entered the chamber, clad in protective suits, with electric prongs and needles.

Almost immediately the monster seemed aware of what they were going to do, its eye widening as it stood on both feet and cowered in the corner. It growled in warning, only for a scientist to jab its leg with a prong in response, eliciting a roar of pain.

You physically flinched, feeling bad for the creature. But you took notes on its response to electric shocks.

Subject recognized equipment immediately, perceiving them as danger. Responded painfully to electricity.

Soon after being tortured, the monster seemed dazed, allowing another scientist in a hazmat suit to approach it and stick a needle into its hip. The vial of blood collected turned out to be red, with a glowing green aura.

As you took more notes, you heard a small whimper and looked down, seeing that the monster wasn't putting up a fight.

Instead it was...crying?

Sure enough, tears leaked from its eye as more of its blood was drawn, being electrocuted as some sick form of "sedation". It was hard to tell whether the people inside felt any sort of sympathy, but they just took their leave without saying a word to each other. Only a mere nod.

You didn't want to be here any longer than you needed to, so you finished your report and began heading back to your office.

Though you noticed the monster looking up at you, and you couldn't help but frown and murmur a simple:

"I'm sorry."

.............

After your shift was over, normally you'd go home for the night.

But on the ride home...you kept thinking of TR-03 and couldn't shake the images and sounds of its pain.

The way it responded to just seeing the prongs, and the way it looked at you as though it was begging for help, seemed far too human for it to be just a mindless animal.

Of course, you never questioned the secrets this lab kept--not wanting to be fired. But they seemed to be hiding a lot of stuff about this specimen, never speaking about its origins or even what it was capable of.

You may have only seen it for the first time today, but you wanted to know more about it. And you had a feeling that you won't get the answers you wanted by asking around.

Oh no..you were going to free it in order to find out the truth.

Not just to satisfy your own curiosity, but also because...the way it was being treated was far too cruel. To the point where it was crying.

You couldn't stand for this unethical treatment any longer. You had to do something..and be smart about it lest you got killed or worse.

After making a quick stop at a store, you found a mask and changed your clothes, completely disguising yourself. Then you got back in your car and returned to the lab, parking it somewhere far away so that you can sneak inside.

Fortunately you had security access in case any of the specimen breached their chambers. Thanks to your hacking skills you were able to disable every security camera you could find, putting them all on timers so they'd turn on later in the morning. You didn't want to rouse any suspicion.

That was the easy part.

The most important and difficult task lied ahead.

...........

As soon as you entered the monster's chamber, it woke up and grumbled with annoyance. Clearly it didn't like its rest being disturbed.

Though upon seeing you and the mask you wore, it tilted its head. "Grrrah..?"

"Shhh, it's okay." You whispered, removing the mask so it could see your face. While you were awestruck to actually see it up close and personal, you knew you had to keep calm.

But that might've been a mistake as it seemed to recognize you--the one who was watching it earlier today. It immediately backed into a corner, terrified as its chest began heaving with anxiety.

You couldn't blame it for its reaction, though your gently put your hands up and hushed it. "Please don't panic. I'm not here to hurt you. I wanna get you out of here."

"Hrrgrah?"

"Mhm." Smiling, you just pretended you could understand it. "I don't like how they treat you here. They call you an animal but..I know you're more than that."

The monster calmed down a little, before glancing up to the opposite corner. He made a noise of confusion upon seeing that the security camera's annoying red light wasn't blinking.

"I shut that off so nobody can hear or see us."

"H...ack..?"

You blinked, surprised that it could speak some English, but the fact it wasn't cowering like before was a sign it was trusting you. "Yep, I hacked the whole security complex. Now's our chance to escape, but..ah shit."

Suddenly, it never occurred to you: your mission was focused on getting to the monster, but you never considered how you'll get out with the monster.

"Damn..I'm not sure how we'll sneak you out without...." However, you trailed off as you saw it changing into a smaller form.

But it wasn't just shrinking, it was actually turning partially human.

How curious, nobody told you about that. Maybe that was part of the redacted information.

The monster turned out to be a human male, who still retained his horns, tail, and dark scales and fur, which covered his body. His brown hair was messy and spiky, and interestingly enough he had two black eyes.

He didn't have any clothes, obviously, so you took off your coat and put it around him. "So you're human, huh?"

"Your stupid friends' experiments wouldn't let me turn back for a while..." He grumbled in a slight British accent. "You sure you're not gonna hurt me?"

Understandably he got defensive, knowing you were working for the people who tortured him. But you shook your head. "No, I won't. I'm quitting this shithole and I'll take you with me." You took his hand reassuringly, noting that it was still clawed.

He gave you the tiniest of smiles in return. "Heh, glad we're both in agreement."

Soon you both quickly made your escape, luckily not running into any trouble. Your car was still parked right where you left it, so you got in and drove off.

You definitely won't miss working for that lab.

The roads were mostly empty at this time of night, so you were able to breathe easy knowing nobody's gonna chase you. Now seemed to be the best time to talk with the monster.

"So uh..do you have a name?" You spoke up. "I know they call you TR-03 but it doesn't feel right to call you that anymore."

"Tom." He answered as he looked out the window. "My name's Tom Ridges."

'Huh, that explains his code name.'

"I'm [y/n]." After noticing a nearby plaza, you saw a clothing store and decided to make a quick stop there. Tom seemed to be confused, and a bit worried when you left him in the car all alone, though you reassured him you were just buying some clothes for him.

He waited, trying to keep himself out-of-view in case any strangers got too nosy. But before long you were back, opening the driver's side as you peered in and sighed with relief, seeing him halfway out of the chair.

"Jeez, you scared me..thought somebody got you." You sighed, shaking your head.

"S-Sorry, not trying to get any unwanted attention. It's the last thing I need.." He sat upright, though he was surprised when you handed him a bag. Inside was a blue hoodie, boxers, and gray sweatpants. "Oh, cool."

'That's all he has to say?' His reaction was a bit underwhelming. 'Then again..maybe he hasn't processed that he's never going back to that hell chamber yet.'

You just shut the door and waited for him to get dressed, and when he tapped on the window you got back into the car. He definitely looked more comfortable now.

After giving him a smile, you continued on your way home, feeling glad that you rescued him from that place. You had no idea if he had any place to go, granted you don't recall seeing any information on his address nor any relationships.

So he'll stay with you.

...........

"Luckily I got a spare room. Excuse the mess." You chuckled as you showed Tom the extra room in your house, turning on the light. "You can stay here for as long as you'd like."

He nodded as he looked around, before feeling his stomach grumble. In embarrassment he put a hand over it, glancing at you. "Sorry..the food they had was shitty, I'm sure you knew."

"Yeah...you want takeout?" You took out your phone. "I don't feel like cooking tonight so I was gonna order some anyway."

"Sounds good."

"Alrighty, I'll call in the order. We can go watch TV while we wait."

Once more Tom nodded, following you into the living room space where you both sat down on the sofa. He sighed and leaned back, turning on the TV while you ordered some Chinese food.

This situation felt so...comforting and familiar..

For a moment he gazed at you, seeing you look through the menu.

He knew he wasn't the only prisoner back in that lab. So he couldn't understand why you'd choose him, of everyone you could've helped, but...he considered himself lucky.

For once he felt like he could let his guard down a little.

Some time later the food arrived to your house, and you both ate it while watching various TV programs. You asked Tom a bit more about his home life, though he didn't have much to talk about.

Whether he didn't want to say anything or forgot it thanks to the experiments was a mystery, but you wouldn't pry. You'll get your answers sooner or later, though not tonight.

Tonight you both deserved a good rest.

Afterwards you headed off to your own room, letting him know that he can knock on your door if he ever needed anything.

You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed, yawning.

It had definitely been an eventful day. You were eager to sleep in, knowing that you won't ever go back to your boring (and unethical) job.

But just as you had turned off the lights and dozed off, you heard your door creak open. With a slightly annoyed sigh, you sat up and turned on the lamp beside you, before seeing it was Tom.

"Tom? Your room is..."

Though you fell silent when you heard him...whimper? His eyes were white, indicating he was in some kind of distress.

But he crawled onto your bed, practically situating himself in your arms while making sure he didn't jab you with his horns. You were perplexed by his actions, though you finally realized..

He was just scared.

You held him in your arms, rubbing his horns soothingly and petting his hair, murmuring promises that he was safe. In response he nuzzled up to you, tail wrapping around your body as you both laid down.

You only stopped for a moment as he started purring, which made you chuckle softly. "Purring, huh? That's new."

"Can you keep doing that?" He grumbled, closing his eyes. "It was nice till you stopped."

"O-Oh right, sorry." You continued the previous motions, deciding to hum a small song as well to help him sleep.

Eventually you stopped once he dozed off completely, and your cheeks felt warm upon seeing how adorable he looked. 'And to think I was afraid of this guy?' You mused, before turning off the lamp light.

Soon enough you fell asleep as well.

If this is how Tom expressed his thanks...you'll take it.

[apatosaurus]

Yesterday’s Adventure

In which there was a lot of drama but I'm fine, it's fine, we're all fine.

Yesterday I took my dad to an appointment. That’s not really what this post is about, but it’s background to what happened next. Taking my dad to appointments involves helping him in and out of his wheelchair, lifting his chair to get it in and out of the hatch back of the car, and wheeling him around places operated by people who don’t think about accessibility. Dad is doing a lot better than when he got home from the hospital on June 1. I’m glad our family takes care of each other. Anyway, I had some trouble getting the wheelchair in and out of the car yesterday, which I didn’t think about at the time but may have been the source of the problem.

Once we were settled in the waiting room around 10am, I noticed a mild pain on the left side of my chest, and I was a little dizzy from the exertion and the elevator. We stopped by on the way home to pick up his favorite sandwich, then got him home and settled in his recliner. My chest still hurt, so I rested for an hour. After I got up and made lunch, my chest still hurt - not a lot, but in the place one should pay attention to - and my left arm ached. So, at that point I realized I needed some kind of medical assessment. I also helped the visiting nurse get set up to change the dressing on my dad’s wounds - nursing comes two or three times a week, I do it the other days.

Once she was set up I conferred with the partners about our plan. Ackb sat with me while I called the insurance company’s advice nurse. The advice nurse said call 911, and said that was preferable to getting someone to drive me to the hospital, and under no circumstances should I drive myself. Ondiru checked the website for the urgent care clinic. They said do not go there for chest pains, call 911. I let my dad and the visiting nurse I had to leave and why. She said call 911.

So we called 911. The first time I called, I got the county, who tried unsuccessfully to transfer me to the city. That took five minutes. Then I hung up and called again and got the city.

The paramedics came, they were great. My EKG in the ambulance looked ok, but they said they still advised me to go to the hospital. We went to the one near us instead of the bigger one where my doctor is. While they were on the radio finding an emergency room that could take me, they installed an IV needle with only two attempts.

The tech at the hospital took my EKG again and said he liked my rainbow dinosaur shirt. My EKG was normal, so they left me in the waiting room. I got a chest X-ray. Ackb arrived to keep me company. Then we waited. It was about 2pm at that point.

I understand that hospitals are busy. I do not understand why telling a patient their own treatment plan is tantamount to sharing military secrets.

I think it was around 4pm when they took some blood and checked my vitals.

I asked a nurse about what would happen next and she said they are very busy and she couldn’t tell me anything.

We waited. They took my vitals around 6:15.

At 6:30, Ackb went to pick up dinner. We realized while she was out that there were advantages to her trading places with Ondiru. So he brought my burrito and Ackb went home and helped my dad get ready for bed and attempted to tuck in the children, who were too worried to sleep.

Around 8:00, Ondiru inquired about my treatment plan. Maybe it was a different nurse, maybe it was his manly customer service skills, but he found out that they wanted a second blood test with four hours between to show a trend, then the lab would take 30-60 minutes to return results, then I would be in a queue to see a provider.

And Lo! They took my blood again at 8:30. They also pricked my finger for a pregnancy test. Then we waited.

We got called into an exam room around 9pm and saw a PA. Basically my heart is 100% fine. They didn’t look into any other possible causes. At a wild guess, they thought maybe muscle strain from lifting heavy things. Take pain medicine if I need it. They asked if I had any questions, then they asked “the boss,” meaning Ondiru about any questions. I can’t even. But then the PA left to complete the discharge paperwork. Eventually the nurse took the IV needle out and they let me leave at 10:00pm.

I reassured dad and the kids when I got home so they could sleep. I did not like making them worry.

So, lots of fuss to prove that my heart is fine. My pain went away. Now I know the grass is not greener at the little hospital next door.

[exovapor]

The Adventure - TMNT Bitches:  chapter 10

CHAPTER 10:  Through the Looking Glass  

·         The four brothers exit the parking deck and are immediately overwhelmed by the steady stream of people walking to and fro.  Donnie has his eyes glued to his virtual display while Leo and Mikey each take up flanking positions on either side of him to guard his shoulders so he doesn’t trip over the crowds walking past.

·         “Oh no-no-no, this is not good!”, Donnie exclaims while panning left and right with his display, trying to find the trail that is quickly disappearing right before his eyes.

·         “What is it, Donnie?”, Leo asks, the concern thick in his voice.

·         Donnie frantically pans in a wider arch, but the trail is fading too quickly.  The flow of the foot traffic is causing too much interference and the particle stream is all but faded away, “Leo, I think we have a problem here.  The portal residue isn’t as clear down here on the street as I had hoped.  I’ve lost the trail”.

·         “Great! Now what?”, Raph’s towering figure grumbles from behind them all, where he has taken of the posterior position to keep people from walking dead-straight into Donnie as he stands stationary in the middle of a river of people.

·         “Give me a minute to think, Raph”, Leo chides but he’s feeling his own sense of panic rising. He’s never been claustrophobic, after all he lives under ground, but here with all these bodies pressing in around them, jostling past them, the serum keeping them in human form already on its count-down clock, and their one clue to follow Shredder is literally disappearing before their eyes, he’s never felt so out of his element…so not ready to lead.  However, he doesn’t have the option to quit, to flake out, his brothers are looking to him for guidance.

·         Leo studies their surroundings, the people, the activity….and then he sees it, the thing that gives him a new idea, a new possible solution to their dilemma.  He’s watching people all over pulling out their cell phones to take pictures of each other’s costumes, to stream and vlog about their adventures as they walk down the street, “Donnie, can you search through the media flowing around this event?  Maybe we’ll get lucky can catch a glimpse of Shredder in the background of someone’s post.”.

·         “Can I? Psssshhh.  Does Mikey like pizza?”, Donnie throws Leo a sassy glance before flipping through his virtual screens again.  Almost as soon as he starts flipping and searching the data streams, a ping comes from his computer, then another, and another, “Oh boy, BINGO!”, Donnie exclaims.

·         Mikey leans in close from Donnie’s right shoulder, omitting the concept of personal space, and nearly blocking Donnie’s field of vision of the display, “Dude…that’s Shredder!”.

·         “I KNOW, Mikey”, Donnie says and grabs Mikey’s cute little human face with his large left hand and pushes him back a few inches in order to have some breathing room, “it’s a video that’s quickly going viral of an altercation between Shedder some human kid”.

·         “What’s he saying?”, Leo asks, leaning in from the left.

·         “Hm…not good…he’s looking for fighters but at least we know where he’s going, according to my search this ‘Marriott’ that the guy mentions is a hotel just down the street…the Atlanta Marriott Marquis.”

·         “Then let’s get movin’, Don, lead da way.”, Raph shoves Donnie from behind, where he’s still acting as a barricade between his lithe brother and the crushing public. He’s eager to get moving, standing still when Shredder is out there hunting for a new army is grating on his nerves.

·         The quartet of disguised mutants walk along in the crowd, still in more shock and awe of being able to walk so freely among the general masses.  The laughter, the smiles, the excitement, and comradery are palpable in the air.  Everyone is high spirts and the four brothers are right in the middle of it.  This is truly a new and welcomed experience for them.

·         For too long they have watched from the shadows as people had fun.  They would watch club goers and weekend warriors living it up on Friday and Saturday nights in New York while they stood on roof tops patrolling and keeping watch…from a distance.  They often wondered, and in some of their cases daydreamed, about being part of the crowd below.  And, now, here they were, walking in soft human skins with the rest of the world.  Would they ever be able to go back to the shadows and not feel empty inside?

·         As they each ponder the experience quietly and the implications of these experiences on their future selves, they follow the flow of the crowd as it passes under the carport awning of the Marriott Marquis.  The voices and sounds of laughter echoing and bouncing back under the marquee, adding to the energy of the atmosphere.

·         They enter the establishment through the double sliding doors and are immediately stuck speechless by the activity and the setting.  The hotel was architecturally beautiful, it’s 47 stories visible in the main atrium with a cluster of stylish elevators quickly running crowds of people up and down the inside column of the atrium.  Hundreds, no, thousands of people, most of which that were in some form of costume milled about talking, taking pictures, and celebrating as one.

·         Donnie was sure that he had died and gone to nerd heaven…nerd nirvana…nerd-vana.  A small tear rests at the edge of one of his eyes.  Mikey’s hyperactive mind starts to short circuit as his eyes jump around the celebratory scene in front of him…’now THIS is a PARTY’, he thinks to himself.  Raph bringing up the rear, is stunned into silence himself. There are women…EVERYWHERE…WITH VERY LITTLE ON…AND WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE!  

·         Leo quickly assesses the scene and the effect that it is having on his brothers’ attention span, he’s got to set down the rules quickly and keep them focused on the task of finding Shredder.  “Ok, guys, let’s split up and find Shredder quickly as possible.  There are a lot of people here, so he’ll have plenty to blend in with, or use as victims against us, we NEED to find him quickly.  Raph, you’re with me, we’ll down those escalators and search there. Don you and Mike take that upper level.  If you see Shredder call for backup, don’t engage until we can be sure that we can keep the area clear and ensure that people won’t get hurt.”.

·         Leo and Raph descend to the lower level via the escalator.  The level is one large arching circle with various wings and ballrooms off its center.  There is a back entrance where other vehicles are making pit stops, picking up and dropping off of party-goers.  Leo doesn’t like this scenario, it’s going to be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. “We need to move through these wings to make sure he hasn’t made it to some of the maintenance areas.

·         Raph doesn’t hear Leo’s directions as he is fully distracted by a group of women cosplaying as a Sailor Moon group standing around the lower level posing for pictures. He grins devilishly at them as they wave teasingly at him.  Leo lets out an alpha snort, which doesn’t have much impact coming from his smaller human lungs, and he punches the oversexed behemoth in the arm, “Raph, focus!”.  

·         “I am focusing, Fearless, I’m focusing on dat real hard”, he replies slyly while his eyes haven’t left the group of short-skirted women.

·         Leo shakes his head, “I knew I should have brought Donnie with me, but I couldn’t trust you and Mikey together.”.

·         Raph’s eyes finally leave the group of cosplayers to stare pointedly at Leo, “I don’t need ya ta babysit me, LEO.  I’ll find Shredda and kick his ass all da way back ta New York”, he snarls aggressively.

·         “Fine, prove it, let’s move”, Leo challenges and starts leading the way down through the bowels of the hotel.

·         As Donnie and Mikey crested the escalator, their eyes saw even more of the festivities taking place on the main level.  People crowded around the bar and the dance platform, one story up overlooking the main level lobby, was packed to the brim with people grinding and gyrating to the beats from the house DJ.

·         “Don, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven”, Mikey whispers out reverently.

·         “We need to find Shredder, Mikey, we don’t have time to play around”, Donnie says, even though his own eyes are wandering the crowds appreciating the costume designs, period replicas people are carrying, and the….uhm….nice outfits of the ladies. Donnie subtly adjusts the crotch of his cargo pants.  He may be slightly smaller in human form, but proportionally still quite sizable and too many ‘happy thoughts’ still cause an uncomfortable tightness down below.

·         “Ok, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think we need to split up to cover more ground. There is just too many going on and Shredder will be able to hide among it.  Mikey, PLEASE, don’t get lost and stay focused.”, Donnie negotiates with his younger brother.

·         “Don, you can count on me, bro!  Detective Mikey is on the case!”, he clasps Donnie on the shoulder before starting to walk off to circle the atrium from the left.

·         “We’ll meet back up by the bar”, Donnie yells at him over the crowd before he moves off to the right, searching the crowds for a villain but appreciating the other visual interests as well.

@turtle-babe83 @tmntspidergirl @kokokatsworld @nittleboo @the-second-circle-of-shell

[seeuonadarknite]

good girl -- yandere dazai + chuuya x f. reader

request: Hey! Can I get a Dazai and Chuuya sharing darling noncon and punishment + I was the one that asked for Dazai and Chuuya! Is it ok if you add breeding kink please. 🥺

❀ yes ofc bby :) this has been in my drafts FORVER.. i just never got to formatting it :’)

warnings: noncon, spanking, fingering, facefucking, breeding kink, implied kidnapping

"Oh? And where do you think you're going?"

You really messed up this time. Something must have possessed you for you to believe that trying to sneak out of the house these two ruffians confined you in whilst they were home was a good idea. Sure, they left you unrestricted during the times that they were home, but that didn't mean you weren't being supervised.

In a sense you were like an unleashed dog running off from its owners on a walk around the block. Although it would be a hassle to take time out of their day to retrieve you, they'd still do it in a heartbeat because you mattered to them. That didn't mean that it wouldn't still entail punishment; they couldn't just let you off the hook after pulling an immature stunt like that.

And the worst part was that you weren't surprised that you were caught red handed whatsoever. Dazai had eyes and ears everywhere. How foolish could you possibly be thinking that he wouldn't catch on with your little escape plan? Hell, you didn't even manage to make it past the welcoming mat before you were stopped dead in your tracks.

It was frustrating beyond belief how nonchalant he seemed about it, because you knew damn well that he was just as livid as his partner, Chuuya. Only difference was that Chuuya was visibly smoldering with anger, whereas Dazai just sported a condescending grin that had vexation written all over it.

Stood at the bottom of the stairs near the door, you cowered away from the two seething males like a cat, coincidentally backing yourself into the nearest wall. Good going. It felt like your heart was pounding out of your chest with all of the nerves you were feeling, because you knew you were royally fucked. These two certainly didn't play nice, not even with their beloved girlfriend.

It was hard to shake off their blazing glares burning holes into your figure. You couldn't tell if Chuuya was about ready to either eat you alive or tear you to shreds. Either way, he'd at least be quick in his movements; it made him the lesser of two evils. Dazai would probably take his sweet time in tearing you apart, relishing in the way your face would contort in agony. It really shocked you that people called this man a masochist.

"I-I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me.." You whimpered, hugging your body as if it would provide protection from the two males staring you down like a piece of meat. It really sucked that you were even stuck in this position in the first place. Your relationship with the two boys started off pretty innocent, but there was a point in time where they lost trust in you for whatever reason. Their insecurities poisoned your "unbreakable" bond, driving them to lock you up and hide you away from the public eye.

The mischievous pair both shot each other a look, before Dazai calmly approached your cowering figure. He wrapped his slender fingers around your wrists, forcefully pulling them off of their spots on your sides. "Dear [y/n], you're not gonna get out of this with just a tap on the wrist.." Dazai trailed off, giving his partner a chance to finally butt in. "We've been way too fucking lenient with you. It's about time you learn your place." The hotheaded male barked, watching as you automatically flinched at the increase in volume. However, it wasn't as if you could instinctively hide your face in your hands. Not with Dazai forcefully prying them apart with his iron grip on each wrist.

Before you could retaliate, Dazai was already carrying you bridal style towards your shared bedroom with Chuuya hot on your trail. Yeah, shared bedroom. With all three of you. Every single night you'd be sandwiched between the two, with Chuuya hugging you from behind like a teddy bear, and Dazai with his lanky arm draped over your side and head sitting atop yours. Even without any technical forms of restraint, they still offered you no opportunity to slip from their grasps whilst they slept.

After taking a seat on the edge of the king bed, Dazai bent you over his knee within a fluid movement. Meanwhile, Chuuya sat adjacent to Dazai in order to wrap his fingers around your jaw and forcibly tilt your head upwards towards his. You could feel your blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment. The fact that there were two of them getting off to this only added insult to injury.

"Ahh, I'm going to have to take your bottoms off, my darling. You've been quite naughty, haven't you?" Dazai purred into your ear, unable to contain the smirk that stretched across his face at the sight of his partner glaring you down. His snarl made him look like a feral animal foaming at the mouth. It almost tore your attention away from Dazai wrapping his lengthy fingers around the elastics of your shorts and panties, pulling the clothing articles right off of your body with one harsh tug.

"Osamu please—" Your pleads were abruptly cut off by Chuuya's free hand swiping across your cheek, causing an ear deafening smack to echo through your ears. It took a second for you to process the stinging sensation left on your skin.

However, before you could really brood on it, Dazai's calloused hand was already gently rubbing on the skin of your lower cheek. It may have seemed like a loving gesture, but you knew all too well what it entailed. The way he ran his hand over your rear rivaled the way a nurse would wipe your arm before injecting it with a needle. It was merely preparation for the real thing.

Words couldn't describe how agonizing it was anxiously awaiting Dazai's next course of action. It wasn't as if you could anticipate when it would come, not with Chuuya forcing your head in place with his fingers digging into your jaw. All you could do was pathetically stare into the shorter male's eyes as you idly stood by.

Chuuya, however, had a perfect view of your rear end and could easily predict when Dazai would finally begin your dreadful punishment by watching him finally swing his open hand down towards your ass cheek. "Count." Chuuya's stern voice overlapped with the sharp sound of Dazai's hand delivering a hefty smack to your rear. A shrill yelp escaped your lips at the all too familiar burning sensation.

"O-One.." You stuttered, feeling slightly intimidated with Chuuya's gaze burning holes into you. There wasn't anything you could do to avoid it with the way his hand locked your face in place. You had no other option other than to stare into your tormentor's eyes as his partner assaulted your rear end with his large hand.

By the time that Dazai had delivered the final blow to your rear, you felt hot, salty tears pouring down your face and onto Chuuya's hand. Nine spanks must not have been enough for him, judging by the way he made you count to ten. The reddened skin of your ass cheek felt like it was on fire with the burning sensation Dazai had inflicted upon it.

A small smirk tore across Chuuya's face as he finally let go of your aching jaw, diverting his attention towards your previously assaulted cheek. The way your skin rose ever so slightly in the form of a vibrant, red handprint left his cock twitching in his pants. It seemed that Dazai for once shared the same mindset with Chuuya, seeing as his clothed bulge was poking onto your bare leg. They had to be joking. Wasn't humiliating you by holding you down and bruising your ass under their scrutiny enough of a punishment? Your body would probably give out if they kept going at this rate.

Unfortunately for you, these two men were insatiable and held absolutely no regard for how you felt. They'd dish out any type of punishment that they deemed necessary; you did this to yourself, anyway. They weren't holding you at gunpoint when you pathetically tried scampering away from them. Everything that you did was all on your own accord.

Dazai ran two fingers along your folds from behind, tracing the sensitive skin in a V motion. Meanwhile, Chuuya was unbuckling his trousers whilst staring you down with a menacing grin tearing across his face. This was just great; your most sensitive parts were being rubbed and prodded at like a toy, and your mouth was about to be used as a fuckhole. That damned smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

Whilst you unintentionally rubbed yourself against Dazai's thigh in order to create friction, his slim fingers dipped into your needy hole, automatically evoking a sharp gasp from you. Chuuya took advantage of your parted lips and slipped his erect cock into the warm, wet caverns of your mouth. His lengthy cock felt foreign in the confines of your mouth; his length never looked like something you'd be capable of taking without gagging, but the aching pains he left on the back of your throat after bruising you with his tip proved otherwise.

"Take it like the good little whore that you are. You like that, gagging on my fat cock while getting your pretty little cunt fingered at the same time?" Chuuya grunted, tangling his fingers into your sweat permeated hair. Your lack of responsiveness seemed to tick Dazai off, because he suddenly began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a hostile pace, sporting a distinctive glare that would most definitely send chills running up your spine had you been able to see it.

What were you supposed to do? It wasn't as if you could speak with a massive cock stuffing your mouth full and a pair of fingers knuckle deep inside of you. All you could really do to help your case was focus on breathing and try not to gag. Chuuya was already infuriated enough.

It was when Dazai began palming your clit and curling his fingers on that spongy spot inside of you that you began to feel the coil in your stomach begin to grow tight. It was unbelievably difficult to contain yourself with Dazai's fingers continuously curling up against your g-spot, and Chuuya's swelling tip hitting the back of your throat at a bruising pace. 

Tossing all rational thoughts to the side, you felt yourself clench tightly around Dazai's nimble fingers. However, once your hips stilled on his hands, preparing to release your juices on his fingers and coat them with your slick, his movements completely ceased. What?

"Aw, [y/n], did you forget? Bad girls don't get to cum." He mockingly cooed into your ear, watching as Chuuya forced your head in place in order for him to shoot ropes of cum into your wet cavern. Thanks to the sticky substance flooding your mouth, rendering it impossible to breathe, you weren’t given a chance to sulk on the absence of Dazai's fingers.

You did, however, notice him abruptly drag your hips towards the center of the bed with him, forcing you to release Chuuya's cock from your mouth. It barely gave you enough time to frantically swallow his seed. But you knew damn well that if you spat it out on the sheets, Chuuya would simply make you lick up your mess like a mutt.

This was all your fault. None of this would have happened if you had just stayed in your lane and knew your place. If you had just been obedient from the start, you wouldn't have to whine at the feeling of Dazai's tip prodding against your weeping hole. You wouldn't have to cast your eyes towards the floor whilst Chuuya jacked himself off at the sight of his partner slowly easing himself into your tight hole. Hell, you'd probably be cuddling up with the two on the couch right about now if you had just listened like a good girl.

"Fuck, look at you. Do you like getting used like a fleshlight? Because that's all you're good for." Chuuya spat into your ear with malice lacing his tone. If you weren't so hung up on the feeling of Dazai vigorously pummeling into you from behind, you would've been hurt by his harsh words. 

"O-Osamu— please, slow down!" Asking him to stop was out of the question. The most you could do to defend yourself was to at least try and get him to alleviate his bruising pace. If he continued at this rate, his palms would end up leaving dark contusions on your hips and his ferocious thrusts would weaken your lower body strength, immobilizing for who knows how long.

Alas, your pleads fell upon deaf ears as Dazai only fastened his feral pace. "Ahh, keep singing for me, my darling!" The bandaged brunette practically moaned, relishing in the lewd mewls and keens that fell from your lips. Within every moment that passed, your walls would hug around his cock even more tenaciously. It would only be a matter of time until his end neared.

The once silent room was now filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping, synchronized grunts, and pathetic whines. Chuuya finished himself off a lot quicker than Dazai, as he pumped his throbbing cock one last time before spilling his seed. However, this time his aim was towards your face, his fluids permeating your skin and a bit of your hair.

"Lick it off." Chuuya ordered in a stern tone, admiring his grotesque handiwork from afar. He made a complete mess of your face, his cum smudging your makeup and dribbling down your chin. You made a pathetic attempt to stretch your tongue out and lap up whatever remaining cum you could reach on your face.

It wasn't easy to pretend that you couldn't see the triumphant smirk etched across Chuuya's face as you halted your movements, overwhelmed by the feeling of Dazai's tip hammering your cervix. If it wasn’t for your cervix blockading your womb, he'd probably be fucking that as well. With each bone breaking thrust, it felt like he impossibly reached deeper into the constricting walls of your cunt.

It was when Chuuya forcibly melded his lips with yours in a viciously hungry kiss that you finally broke, your cunt clamping around Dazai's cock, lubing it up with your slick. As you rode out your long awaited orgasm, Chuuya swallowed your gasps, exploring your wet caverns with his skillful tongue.

"Are you trying to drain me dry? Very well, you call the shots, [y/n]. I'm sure you would look a lot cuter with my baby in your arms." He cooed, training his eyes on Chuuya's contorted expression as he rapidly rocked his hips against yours, almost as if aiming to shoot his seed as deeply as possible inside of you. "You shithead! I'll cum inside 'er too once you finally get off!"

In any normal case, you would've tried stepping between them by now. But their clashing of heads meant nothing when Dazai's twitching cock was readying itself to empty its contents inside of you. God, you weren't ready to be a mother. You didn't deserve this. You didn't—

"Osamu, let me go!" You began wailing and screaming, but it was to no avail. It wasn't hard for Chuuya to shut you up by forcing your face down into the mattress with the simple shove of his hand.

With one last hostile thrust, bottoming out inside of you, Dazai shot his load into the fluttering walls of your cunt, completely draining his balls directly into your womb. He painted your insides white with each thick spurt of cum. "Ahh, sorry, what was that?" He taunted before reluctantly dragging his cock out of the twitching walls of your heat at an agonizingly slow pace. Once he finally pulled out of your weeping cunt, he watched with utter bliss as his semen began pooling out of your quivering hole.

Without another word, Dazai tucked his cock back into his pants and began to retreat from your trembling form. However, before he stepped out of the room, he shot Chuuya one last glance, watching him flip you over and throw your useless legs over his shoulders. "Try to make it quick. I know you have the freakish stamina of an animal but I'd like to feed our [y/n] some dinner before bed, okay?"

"I'll do what I want, shithead!"

Good luck catching a break between these two.

[captain039]

The lioness PT 2

Logan x reader (wolverine)

Warnings: Gore, sweating, placed in Logan, character deaths, intimacy, angst, age gap, anxiety, anxiety attacks, mentions of needles

18+

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You sighed rolling out the bed and heading to the shower. You forgot you were with people and jumped when goo saw a rather naked Logan in front of you.

“I'm so sorry!” you yelped and closed the door. You went to the table and sat down wishing the world would swallow you up. Charles was laughing on the bed and you glared before hiding your face in your towel.

You were on the road again pretty quickly, you didn't say anything nor did you dare look Logan in the eye.

“We need to find new clothes or something,” you said eyeing your bloodied pants and shirt. Despite a hand scrub they still looked horrible.

“Fine” Logan grumbled and you huffed at his attitude.

You went with Luara to the kid's area she was rather forceful. You had to keep her from tearing the clothes apart. You eventually got her a few clothing items before heading to the adult clothes area. You grabbed some shirts, a jumper and a new pair of jeans before going to the checkout.

“Hey you want ice cream?” you asked Laura as she held your hand. She looked at you and you realised she may have not had ice cream.

“I'll get you some ice cream,” you said heading to the shop. You talked her through the flavours, she ended up with chocolate while you had your favourite. You saw Logan waiting outside with Charles a stern look on his face as always.

“Come on” you held Laura's hand and headed to them.

“Ice cream?” Logan questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“She's a kid!” you snapped glaring at him. He flinched a little and Charles smirked at you.

You headed back to the highway again. Stupid auto trucks beeping and causing too much stress. They caused Logan to lose control along with another car. You gripped the door and the dash your claws digging in. After the car stopped you took a breath and looked to the other car.

“Crap” you got out quickly and avoided any trucks as you helped them with their horses. They all went back on their own though and you frowned glancing to Charles. Logan drove over and helped you.

“Thank you both so much” the woman said.

“That’s ok” you smiled.

“Damned trucks” Logan sighed and she chuckled.

“Yeah” she agreed.

“Would you let us repay you by offering you a warm meal?” She asked.

“Ah no-“ Logan began but Charles cut him off.

“We’d be delighted” he said and you saw Logan’s pissed face.

“Awesome” the woman said.

You sat a little uncomfortably at the house, it was strange to be in this setting again. You stared at your food before trying to control your urge to devour it all.

“Is this your daughter?” Kathryn asked you.

“What? Oh- no Laura’s his” you said.

“Oh- are you together?” She asked and you froze and Logan cleared his throat.

“Yes they are” Charles said and you blinked.

“We are?” You said more of a question.

“Sorry you’re very young is all” Kathryn said.

“I’m yeah” you flushed a bit heart pounding as your leg also jogged.

“He’s unwell, he um, isn’t as old as he looks” you said trying to keep in the act. A hand fell on your bounding leg though, forcing you to stop. You stared at Logan who was keeping a silent rage in.

“Please stop” he said very hushed.

“Im sorry to make you uncomfortable” she chuckled nervously and you shook your head.

“I’ll help with the dishes” you said and stood his hand falling off. You started to fill the sink till the whole house grumbled about it.

“Damn it!” Bill said. He began muttering to his wife who tried to calm him.

“Damn bastards” he sighed grabbing his torch.

“You mind helping Logan?” He asked and Logan just followed silently.

“After new owners came in on the near property they’ve been messing with our water” Kathryn sighed.

“I’m sorry” you said and she sighed.

“The last owners were real nice now Mr Hones and his sons are messing with our supply” she huffed.

“Y/n dear would you mind taking me to bed?” Charles asked and you nodded. You lifted the man up, he was frail in your arms, though with your strength most did. You laid him down like glass and watched Laura go into Nates room.

You went back downstairs to Kathryn and the water turned on.

“Nice job hun” she whispered and you couldn’t help but smile softly. You did the dishes but something kept you on guard. A bad feeling in your gut, you hoped it was wrong, but the sound of vehicles approaching made it to real.

“You need to get your son and hide” you said and she frowned.

“What’s going on?” She said rushed as you urged her upstairs.

“Stay in here, lock yourself in don’t come out until you hear me ok?” You said entering the room and closing the curtains.

“Y/n-!” She called but you pulled the door closed and broke the handle.

“Laura” you nudged her and she turned to you.

“Stay here with Charles, scream of anything goes wrong” she went on edge and stood up immediately.

“No- no stay” you said as she went to follow you. You closed the door and listened in. Only one set of footsteps. You frowned going downstairs and seeing a large figure. You froze at the face of Wolverine, but it wasn’t him.

You switched to your night vision, listened in deeper trying to figure out far the cars were. The fake Wolverine wasn’t stopping, you went outside and readied your claws. His claws came out too and you frowned as he charged. You were quick to dodge but broke a case in the process. You kept dodging his attacks before striking your own. More men came in and shots were fired into you. You winced before healing and focused on the big guy. You heard screams inside and froze your worried gaze going to the house. You sprinted to the house, jumped up to the second floor and broke through the window. You killed the men but it was took late. Kathryn had bullets in her and Nate was dead. You went to Kathryn who sobbed.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered as she her eyes closed. You heard Laura cry and you kicked the door down. The fake Wolverine had gotten in quickly, she was fighting him.

“Hey!” You snarled jumping on him and pulling him down with you. You grunted are the pain of being squashed as he thrashed. You were knocked pretty easily as he stood. You got up to glancing to the bed and freezing. Charles was gasping for breath, blood on his white singlet. You cried tears in your eyes as you swiped and fought. The house was trashed as you were thrown about and finally thrown outside. You groaned feeling weak and limp.

“Y/n!” You heard Logan this time, the real one and groaned in response. He helped you up before he was punched away and you were punched back down. A car came in and ran the fake one down and into spikes of the house.

“Bill-“ you muttered as he shot the thing in the face multiple times before falling down himself. You groaned again hearing an explosion going off before you heard Laura struggle. You looked over, saw her lying on the head cuffed.

“Laura” you mumbled getting up on weak legs.

“Come on” Logan helped you along the way as he picked up Laura and went into the car. Charles was already in the back in the tray as you sped off. You slowly healed and helped Laura out of her cage.

“He’ll be fine” you said to her as she looked at Charles worried. He wasn’t fine at all, struggling for breath.

“Logan-“ you said.

“Yeah-yeah let me think!” He snarled and you gulped.

Charles didn’t make it. He died with the last thoughts of a boat on the ocean. You buried him by some water, like that would fix anything. You didn’t know the man very long but he understood you, went in your head a few times too many but you were thankful he did. It was hard on Logan he was trembling slightly as he looked over Charles grave. Laura tried to hold his hand but he stormed off.

“Come here” you said and beckoned her over. She wrapped her arms around your stomach and you sighed patting her back.

“He’s a man and doesn’t deal very well with his emotions ok?” You said and she nodded slightly. You heard crashing and yelling as Logan broke things on the truck with the shovel.

“Just- wait here” you said going to him. You stopped his swing, grabbing it mid air as he stared you down. You stared back his strength much stronger than yours apparently as your arms struggled. He gave up though and you laid the shovel back in the tray as he leant against the car.

“I’m sorry for what happened-“ you began and he glared.

“Ok” you whispered stopping. He hadn’t healed properly, hadn’t slept properly, just lost his friend and now has to deal with the kid and you. He stumbled and you frowned as he fell to the ground.

“Woah hey!” You yelled but he was passed out.

“Damn it” you muttered.

“Laura!” You called but saw no figure.

“Goddamnit!” You yelled as a car slowly approached.

“Oh” you said seeing her in the drivers seat.

“You can’t just take peoples cars-“ you sighed lifting Logan up and dragging him to the old Ford. You drove to the hospital though he wouldn’t like it that much.

“Will he wake up?” You asked the doctor quietly.

“Yes, are you also a mutant?” He said hushed.

“I guess” you sighed.

“Your blood could heal him” you frowned at the doctors words.

“I’d need a sample but it may work” he said and you stared at the old man.

“He’s killing himself slowly” you said and the doctor nodded sadly.

“Charles told me not to let him, probably also told Laura-“ you stopped at his confused face.

“I’m terrified of needles I’m sorry if I- attack?” You said and he gulped.

“Ok” he agreed.

He strapped your arms down just in case and you looked away. You took deep breaths, heart pounding and head spinning as he took some blood.

“All done” he said and you sighed in relief as you healed quickly.

“Ah geez” you felt like puking and passing out.

“Lie on the floor” he said and you did just that. You closed your eyes and sighed shakily. Laura came in and you looked to her.

“I’m scared of needles” you chuckled as she sat by your head and handed you an ear piece.

“Thanks” you whispered putting it in and listening to the music.

“It’s working” you frowned as the doctor rushed in. You slowly stood trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach. You watched his wounds heal quickly and watched his face change.

“Very well apparently” the doctor said. He looked less withered down, more like a matured man with grey hair.

“What the hell” you whispered.

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[mosswillow]

Iced Coffee - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader.

Summary:

You met Stephen Strange your last year of medical school. He was godlike and you were infatuated. You liked him and in return he humiliated you. Years later you were over it; made a career for yourself.

He saw you again, remembered you, wanted you. He was going to show you that he had changed, win you over. You would be his and he would protect you forever, he just had to prove himself.

Series Warnings:

18+ adult content, Dark, Rape/noncon, obsessive behavior, stalking, doctor/medical themes, mild/moderate doctor kink, needles (chapter one, not sex related), violence, abuse, kidnapping, forced marriage, smut, escape attempt, dirty talk (my best attempt at least).

Potential warnings, a non-exhaustive list: Oral, praise kink, mild degradation (Will not include whore or slut)  

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A/N: Now that I’ve been writing for a few months I’m experimenting with different styles. If you’ve read my other stuff lmk what you think (ask, comment, message, whatever.)

Thank you to the unnamed requester and @couldntbedamned​ for this request. 🖤

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CHAPTER 1

Stephen was the most brilliant man you had ever met. School was a joke to him, he easily outperformed everyone no matter the subject. He was confident, lived his life with this air of superiority, and you were obsessed. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, sat next to him in class, helped him when he asked. He was nice to you too, he was an asshole almost all the time but when he talked to you it was gentle, respectful.

It was October third when it happened, the date would forever be burned in your memory. He turned to you and asked you the date.

“It’s october third,” you smiled.    

He thanked you and touched his hand to your arm and you felt a spark, you were sure he felt it too.

But he didn’t feel it, you were so very wrong.

You found out just how wrong you were that evening in the worst possible way. It was so unexpected, so hurtful. You walked into the small coffee shop you and your friends frequented and saw them all in the corner, socializing. A stab of pain struck you in the chest; nobody invited you. Maybe you should have backed away, recognized you weren’t wanted but you heard your name. You thought they had seen you, called you over.

They hadn’t seen you though, weren’t talking to you.

They were talking about you.

“Poor thing, thinks she has a chance with me,” you heard Stephen laugh.

You walked behind him, tears welling in your eyes and someone nudged him awkwardly. He looked up and made eye contact with you. A tear fell down your face as you backed away from the group. It was like a nightmare, like looking down and seeing you were naked, but this wasn’t a dream. It was horrifyingly real.

“Pathetic,” you heard him say to the laughing group of people you called friends.

It broke you.

You spent the remainder of your time in school avoiding him and every friend who had been there. You poured yourself into your studies and came out of it stronger than before, like a phoenix being reborn - You were brand new, beautiful, powerful.

You became a doctor and scientist and a damned good one at that. But Stephen was always better. Every conference, every medical magazine, he was there; always at the top. You could never escape him.

Until his accident.

He was suddenly gone, you couldn't believe it. Dr. Stephen Strange, the most accomplished neurosurgeon, lost his hands. The shock wiped through the medical community, a travesty they said. It wasn’t a travesty to you though, It was almost uncomfortable how happy you were at his downfall. It felt so freeing to see the great and mighty Doctor Strange fall so far, for your bully to lose the thing that was most precious to them. He became irrelevant, dropped from magazines and conferences and disappeared without a trace. You were truly content for the first time in your life. You were free.

Stephen flexed his fingers and smiled. It was a long road to recovery but he did it, he was a neurosurgeon again and even better now. He was godlike, able to perform surgeries that he could only dream of before. He wasn’t just going to get his life back, he would flourish, go above and beyond his already impressive list of accomplishments, he would dominate.  

He walked into the conference full of confidence, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. The gasps and stares made him stand even straighter, walk with even more purpose. He always loved being the center of attention, it made him feel superior.

It was his addiction, to be special, better than everyone around him. The craving for greatness was a consequence of his birthright. He needed to be better because he was better. His brain was like a radiant flame, he shined brighter than everyone around him and he knew it.  

“Stephen, good to see you,” a group of colleagues surrounded him, patting him on the back. He felt at home, this was where he belonged.

The auditorium started filling and he followed the group in, sitting in the back and opening his pamphlet. It wasn’t usually his type of lecture to listen to but he had time to kill before his next panel. The speaker, a specialist in infectious disease, worked at New York Hospital where he would start back on Monday. He closed his pamphlet and waited patiently for the presentation to start.

She walked onto the stage and his body tensed as he watched her prepare for her speech. Stephen’s brain was on fire, the attraction to this stranger like nothing he had ever felt. His thoughts turned less than appropriate as he stared at her ass. He saw no panty lines and couldn’t help but imagine what did or did not lie beneath the skirt's thin fabric. She wasn’t a conventionally attractive woman but that made her even more beautiful in his mind. She was perfect for him, a mix of everything he was physically attracted to in one person. Women had thrown themselves at him but he didn’t want any of them, he wanted her.

Then she started speaking and a new wave of attraction washed through him as her intelligence became apparent. Who was this woman? He rarely felt attraction like this, attraction that consumed onto his whole being. He needed to get to know her, needed to touch her, smell her hair, hold her hand. He was obsessed.

He didn’t even realize her presentation had ended until everyone started applauding. Stephen stood and clapped along. He watched her exit the stage and as he walked closer her face suddenly flashed into his memory. He knew her years ago in med school. She liked him, she followed him around like a puppy.

Excitement built as he approached her, but she gave him one look and her face fell into a grimace.

“Stephen Strange,” He held his hand out.

Her reply was cold, “We went to school together,” she spit, ignoring his outstretched hand.

“Yes, we did, didn’t we. I’m very interested in what you’re working on. Maybe we could get together, have dinner?”

“No,” she turned and walked away from him.

“Hey,” He yelled at her, but she kept walking, giving no acknowledgement of his obvious frustration.

It didn’t take him long to catch up, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder pulling her around to face him.

“What is this hostility about?” He asked.

Her body went rigid and she wrenched her shoulder out of his hand, “Poor thing, thinks she has a chance with me,” She said through gritted teeth.

He remembered in that moment what had happened, how he used her for short lived friendships.

“I’m not that person anymore, I’m sorry, let me show you,” be begged.

“You called me pathetic,” She snarled.

“It was so long ago, please.”

She stood up tall and leaned into him. “Pathetic,” she called him before walking away again.

He stood there dazed, never having been discarded so callously. He couldn't leave it like this, he would show her he had changed and she would forgive him. He was determined. He was the great Doctor Strange and he could do anything.

A sob took over your body as you read the little piece of paper. It was over, no more money for research. The conference was your last hope to find funding and you didn’t succeed. You looked at a little blue vial and picked it up. It was a bad idea, you knew it was, but this medicine could help so many people. If you didn’t try it right then you may have never known if it worked or not. You removed your jacket, swabbed your arm and filled a syringe. A tear fell down your cheek as you depressed the plunger.

It immediately started burning, beginning in your arm and flowing throughout your veins until you were screaming in pain. The room spun around and your vision started to blur. You stood and took a few shaky steps before falling to the ground and curling into a ball. Quiet whimpers escaped your lips as you struggled not to pass out from the pain.

A knock rang through your ears and you lifted your head slightly.

“Hey, it’s me,” called a voice from the other side of the door.

Stephen, of course he would show up at the worst moment possible. You were in so much pain and part of you wanted to ask for help but you couldn’t. If anyone found out you could lose your licence and Stephen was someone you were sure would turn you in.

“It’s not a good time,” you yelled.

“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior, I was an asshole but I’ve changed. I really have.”

“Go Away Stephen.”

The doorknob jiggled and you held your breath. You had locked it, you were sure you had.

“Hey, I’m getting worried, open the door,” he demanded.

“I’m sad, ok, lost funding for my research. I don’t want you to see me cry. Happy? If you’ve actually changed you’ll leave!” you put your hand over your mouth to cover a groan, the exhaustion of talking having caused intense pain in your lungs.

“Oh, um, sorry to bother you,” he murmured.

You sighed in relief as the sound of his footsteps disappeared and then hugged your aching body, shivering and crying softly as excruciating pain moved around. It suddenly felt like you had been thrown in a freezer. It Was so cold, why were you so cold?

You shivered and cried on the floor for hours until sleep finally took you, giving a slight respite from the worst day of your life.

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