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all-with-angel · 25 days ago

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Stress test // Superhero!Sukuna

➤ Superhero!Sukuna x Gearmaker!Reader

➤ Deadlines are nipping at your heels and you haven't found yourself a willing test subject for your projects. As your last Hail Mary, you waltz into the training area and borrow the first person you see; Not knowing who exactly you had just made your test subject. Not like it matters to you.

➤ gn!reader, Sukuna being sukuna, cocky Sukuna humbled by reader, both are 20+, light injury, sfw, NOT PROOFREAD and I couldve probably done a better job but wtv we die like gojo

You haven’t slept in thirty hours.

You haven’t eaten anything other than energy bars and instant coffee in fourteen, and the last time you took a break was when a rogue drone had exploded and knocked you out for 16 minutes. Those were a good 16 minutes.

You’d love to take a rest, sleep until the world exploded even, but deadlines were looming over your head like a death knell, red marker on your calendar telling you ‘You’re screwed.’

You had ideas- God, you had way too many ideas. Building them was one thing, but that was the easiest part really. You could do that in your sleep, and frankly, probably had once or twice. No, the problem was testing them.

You needed raw data. Field stress levels, user performance under duress, energy thresholds when pushed to their uppermost limit. Simulated tests could only go so far. The board wanted grit. They wanted the real deal. The kind that said, “Yes, this will absolutely survive a villain launching a bus at your face.” or “Yes, this will hold up against the strength of Infinity.” (Like that's even possible)

And you couldn’t give that. How could you? You didn’t have teams of testers like the more known gadget makers, no, you had yourself and A.I. test dummies that started flirting with you if they weren’t reset every other week.

You were a genius. But what good is a genius without results?

You put on your best unwrinkled lab coat, shoved your tablet under one arm, slapped a fresh stim patch onto your neck, and marched your overworked ass down to the training floors of the facility. Academy, as the higher ups would say, but it was anything but that really.

You didn’t learn much here other than that most of your coworkers were stupid.

Today’s plan?

Find the strongest idiot. Throw gadgets at them. Hope for the best.

Yeah.

Yeah, that sounded good. You really were a genius. Or sleep deprived. You couldn’t tell.

The facility, of course, was always active. Training rooms were booked 24/7 by heroes, cadets, and the occasional egomaniac. As you stepped into the third hall, the sound of explosions- actual explosions- echoed down the corridor, followed by some deeply maniacal laughter.

Sounds like the strongest idiot to me.

You took a step into the viewing area, peering into the highly reinforced glass and observed. There was smoke everywhere, but it quickly dispersed to reveal your maybe test subject.

He looked pretty familiar. HawkTuna-something?

He stood there in a scorched tank top, hands on his hips, surrounded by sparking debris. Pink hair and red eyes, face tattoos. He looked more like a gangster than a hero.

You jogged your memory, as fucked as it was- and remembered some news broadcasting about a Hero that had more than half of his fights end with a building or two collapsing. You snapped your fingers when you remembered, “The King”. That was his hero name.

You recalled it from an interview, where he refused to be called anything other than that. Right, so he was a cocky fucker. You could work with that.

A few minutes later, you found yourself at a vending machine right outside the training hall, buying yourself your nth energy drink today. Just as you grabbed the can from the machine, the mechanical doors of the training room opened. Out came walking the King, steps heavy but not rushed.

You straightened your lab coat, holding your tablet to your chest and energy drink in the other as you walked up to him. “Uh, excuse me?” You smiled politely. Holy hell, he was bigger up close.

“What?” He clicked his tongue, red eyes narrowing at you. “You better make this quick. I have things to do.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed you for a little while? You see I need test subje-”

“Not interested.” He huffed, shoving past you.

Okay, rude. You stumbled to the side, head whipping in his already departing direction. You mentally debated whether pursuing an already bitchy test subject was worth it, before realizing that both your job and education was on the line. You let out a huff of frustration before running after his retreating figure.

“Hey! Wait! Um- Tuna guy? Suzuki, was it?”

He stopped abruptly, leading you to bump into his back face first. He didn’t even budge. Instead, he turned around, a scowl that would leave any sane person shaking in their boots.

Unfortunately, you were not sane. At least not right now.

“Sukuna. It’s Sukuna.” He hissed at you.

“Oh right, yeah, Sukuna. Anyway-” You took a few steps back, clearing your throat before continuing. “I need to put my projects under stress tests so I need-”

“Don’t they have simulations for that?” He was tapping his foot, crossing his arms as he looked down on you.

Okay, this guy seriously had to stop interrupting you. “Well uh, those can only go so far. And the board wants actual real life testing,” You answered. “Could you come up to the lab with me and test some of them? It’ll be quick. I promise. I just need to get my reports done before my deadline.”

“Why should I care?”

“Sorry?”

“I said why should I care?” Sukuna repeated. “You’re some nobody asking me for a favor when I’m supposed to be getting dinner. Who do you think you are talking to the future number 1, huh?” He leaned forward, looming over you with a scowl.

“The future number 1 hero?” You mused, staring right back at him. “I highly doubt that.” It hurt your neck to crane your neck this high, but you kept your voice from wavering.

“Tsk. Do you not even know who I am? What I’m capable of, brat?” He clicked his tongue, voice lowering into a growl as he glared, crimson eyes inches away from yours. “I can destroy this facility and everyone in it in seconds.”

“So?” You blinked.

You could see his eye twitch. “Do you have a death wish you-” His voice raised, almost yelling before you cut him off.

“Dude. Seriously, I can’t care less about what you can do.” You waved him off, “I only care if you can help me. Got it?”

Sukuna, The King- The so-called prodigy with more potential as a villain than a hero, stood there, dumbstruck at your audacity. You could see the gears turn in his head, the veins starting to pop on his neck.

You sigh in faux defeat, slumping your shoulders. “Unless you’re too much of a pussy to test some measly little gadgets.” You shake your head, turning away from him. “It’s a shame really, the so-called future number 1, scared by some nobody's little inventions.”

“Do I look stupid to you?” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not falling for your taunting.”

“Alright.” You shrug. “But you do sound,” You look him up and down, pointedly ignoring the imprint of his muscles the size of your waist. “-pretty weak to me.”

Sukuna stood there, glowering at you, a support course nerd he’d never even heard of. To be honest, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit curious at what you’ve got in store in that lab of yours if you’d really go this far to recruit him. His manager probably would be annoyed that he was late to their dinner meeting again, but what was that idiot gonna do anyway? Yell at him?

He clicks his tongue. “Fine.”

“Fine?” You raise a brow, a small smirk tugging on your lips.

“Yeah, fine.” He snarled.

“Perfect!” You clapped your hands once, previous ‘disappointed’ demeanor melting away quickly. “Come, come. Follow me.”

You click the handcuffs into place. “Comfortable?”

“No.” Sukuna answered, flexing his hands under the cold steel of the cuffs.

“Good. They’re not supposed to be,” Nodding, you take a few steps back. “Now break out of them.” You look down to your tablet, tapping a few buttons to monitor the stress levels of the cuffs and see how quickly they might break. You two have been at this for a while now, most of the gadgets being destroyed or barely grazing the cocky hero- Who simply grew more arrogant with every failed test. “These are a pair of reinforced handcuffs, they should hold up quite well-”

The handcuffs explode into pieces, scraps of metal littering the floor and edges of the testing area. “Against some robber, maybe.” Sukuna drawled. “Is this it? Are you seriously gonna waste my time with barely put-together chunks of metal?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing the pair of handcuffs off the list and marking it for extra blast reinforcement and maybe power dampening qualities.

“Nope. Next.” You grabbed a gadget from your side table, raising it and aiming at Sukuna. The hero stares at you, the weapon and then back at you. Seemingly unimpressed. “A gun? Really?”

“It's a non-lethal firearm, just as impactful as rubber bullets but not as harmful.” You keep your aim steady, ready to fire.

“I’ve melted bullets in mid-air. Do you really think that would work?”

“They’re high velocity, so we’ll find out.” You pull the trigger twice, but nothing hits Sukuna. Instead, two very small and unrecognizable puddles of the bullets are a few feet away from him.

“Well, well, well. Looks like your high velocity rounds aren’t much compared to me.” He scoffed.

This time, you felt your eye twitch. He really was starting to get on your nerves. “Yeah, guess so.” You lowered the gun to your side. “Could you get the next gadget? It’s behind you.”

“Tsk. Asking me to do your job now, huh?” Sukuna rolled his eyes, large frame turning around and inspecting the table behind him. Just enough time for him to lower his guard. You raised the gun again, firing at his back- This time, it hits.

“Fuck!” The hero exclaimed, lips pulled into a scowl as he whipped his entire body towards you. “The hell was that?!”

You hummed in satisfaction, finally setting down the gun and tapping your tablet to record the results. Success. “My finger must’ve slipped, sorry.”

“Like hell it did!”

“Did it hurt?” You smirked.

Sukuna felt a bruise forming on his back, the point of impact throbbing lightly on his back. “No. Of course not.”

“Noted.”

Sukuna growled at you, ready to lunge and rip you a new one before he remembered that if he did maul another of his coworkers, that he’d get suspended. Again. So instead, he huffed and crossed his arms. “Are we done yet? Or do you have more chaos to unleash?”

“Yep, just one more.” You tossed a grenade-shaped contraption up and down your hand. “Though, this one has healing properties. Should help with the pain.”

Sukuna eyed you suspiciously, checking if this was another trick. He didn’t find anything other than quiet amusement in your eyes and anticipation. You were clearly enjoying it with him as your test subject. When you noticed his distrustful glare, you reassured him with a smile. “Don’t worry, if something goes wrong, the agency has your medical bills covered.”

He rolled his eyes, like that made it any better. “So you're saying something can go wrong?”

You shrugged. “Anything could go wrong, really.” You traced your thumb on the metal of your little toy, finger hovering right on the detonation button- It should go off after 5 seconds after pressing it. “But trust me.”

“I don’t trust you.” Sukuna said, voice flat.

“Shame.” You pressed the button, tossing it at his feet and stepping backwards. He didn’t move though, even if he did raise a brow at your sudden withdrawal- It didn’t last long before the healing grenade exploded.

Green slime-like substance coated him and a good portion of the area, luckily nowhere near you. The substance from the grenade seemed to pulse and glow green, especially the chunks that were on and around Sukuna. You quickly noted that down.

Sukuna cringed at the sludge coating his body, he didn’t feel any better than he did 3 seconds ago, maybe even a little worse with how icky the green goo felt. “The hell?” He raised his hand, the slime connecting in strands to the rest of his torso. “Some healing grenade this is.”

You stayed quiet.

He clicked his tongue, glaring at you before looking to the door. “I’m done with this bullshit. Now I gotta take a shower before going anywhe-” Sukuna tried to take a step forward, only to be halted by the slime. He kept trying to pull at his limbs, each action taking more effort than the last as it became apparent that this was no ordinary healing grenade.

It hadn’t even passed any screenings yet. And this was still a work in progress, not an actual thing you had to test at the moment. It was one of your flukes, you knew that. Sukuna, did not. “Oh, right. About this one,” You picked up your tablet, voice painfully nonchalant as you act unaware of the struggle that Sukuna was going through. “I don’t exactly have a dissolvent for the healing cream, and it gets quite sticky.”

“Then what are you waiting for??” Sukuna screeched, head snapping in your direction as any fire or explosion he tried to use was cancelled by the healing agent. Did you mention that it also doubles as a power-cancelling agent? No? Oops. “Get to work on it then!!”

You shrugged, turning your back to him and towards the exit “Alright.”

“Hey, HEY! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

You turned around, motioning towards the testing area in shambles. “You don’t expect me to work in this mess, do you?” Voice level, like you were pointing out solid facts- trying your damn hardest to not let the smugness bleed into your tone.

“So, what? You're just gonna leave me here??” Sukuna sounded a mix of stunned, confused and angry.

“Thats the plan, yeah.” You start walking away, the door hissing as it automatically opened. “Don’t worry! It’ll probably melt off in an hour if I’m not done by then!” You give him a wave, smirking at him over your shoulder.

“Probably?? You motherfu-”

He was spewing curses at you now, belittling you and trying his hardest to defend his last remaining drops of dignity. You simply smiled back, polite. “See you, Number one.”

Yeah, you weren’t going to work on that dissolvent.

(open!) tags: @idontwannatalkrn1

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swiss-n-sleep · 4 months ago

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Appetite

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Lol :3 This is my first fic ahahahaha! I got inspired by STIM'S song Appetite and it got me thinking this fits Y/N x Nagumo :D! Sorry if this is cringe I took a break from my webtoon to write a cringe fanfic cuz I have an obsession Lol ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ!

Read my webtoon btw :D- Also yes! I drew the image above haha- That girl is you :>! So this is a Nagumo x fem! reader ^^!

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"February 14." you groan at your planner's calendar. The dreaded day smacked you like a .950 JDJ bullet.

Valentine's Day.

You absolutely hated Valentine's Day, not because of the overpriced merchandise, the repetitive taste of chocolate, or the couples actively committing PDA out in broad daylight. No, the reason you hated Valentine's Day is because of-

"N-Nagumo senpai! I-I made these chocolates for you... P-p-Please accept them!" Your train of thought was interrupted by a blushing female JCC student handing a pink heart-shaped box to the only man who could irritate you enough to drink your own lab-made poison.

Usually, you'd be happy for someone building up the courage to hand their crush a box of chocolates. But of all the students in JCC why him? your question was quickly answered by a few female students whispering amongst themselves.

'He's so charming!'

'I can't wait to give him my chocolates at lunch!'

What's so charming about him exactly? if anything, he's just an annoying rat scurrying around the halls of JCC brothering your peace with his pranks and that shit-eating grin that made you want to shoot yourself.

"Take a picture it'll last longer~" You immediately snapped out of your thoughts, realizing you've been staring at the source of your irritation, who is shooting his signature grin at you.

"Tch. Shut up." You walked past the tall male assassin and made a beeline to your locker. To your dismay, Nagumo followed you and leaned on the wall of lockers next to you.

"Could this be the year you finally give chocolates to me~? Don't be nervous!" Nagumo chirped moving his face closer.

Rolling your eyes at his sentence you flick his forehead causing him to pout. "Don't get too cocky. Besides you said you don't take chocolates from students in the poison department." You raise your eyebrow at the grinning assassin and close your locker.

"Well, you were formerly in the assassination department! And even if you weren't you're an exception~!" Nagumo winks at you and starts opening his locker.

"I'll kill you"

"no, you won't~ Admit it you lov-" As Nagumo was about to finish his sentence, a bombardment of different colour boxes fell out of his locker.

"looks like you don't need any more chocolates. I'll get you a cart." You sigh and walk off.

"Thanks..!"

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After helping Nagumo fill a cart with the many colour boxes that you assume to be filled with various chocolates, You both start walking to class when a voice catches both of your attention.

"Nagumo-Kun~!" A girl called out running towards him "I made you these! Please accept them!"

You watch as Nagumo charms the female JCC student with his smile and sugar-coated words. You take out a small book and start reading but you can't focus as you wonder 'What is Nagumo's type?'

You always knew Nagumo was very popular with the female JCC students. But you couldn't help but be curious about the question lingering in your brain. Surely one girl had to have gotten his attention after all these years in the JCC.

"whatcha reading~?" You snap out of your trace and turn only to see Nagumo peeking from your shoulder. Your faces are too close for comfort.

"Too close idiot. " you lightly push him away in an attempt to hide your flushed face.

"you know you could have gone first~ This means you really do love me!" Nagumo exclaims with that shit-eating grin you've always 'hated'.

"Oh okay." you quickly walk off leaving Nagumo alone in the halls

"Y/N Wait!" Nagumo protested pushing his cart trying to catch up to you, causing your lips to curl up into a small smile.

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The day had gone by faster than you expected, and lunch quickly came around the corner. You make your way to the cafeteria still thinking about that question dancing around in your brain.

As you were thinking an arm wrapped around you, causing you to immediately throw a punch at the figure behind you. Your fist was caught by a female JCC student whose appearance was composed of bright Yellow eyes and turquoise hair.

"Woah Y/N! Is this how you greet your roommate??" Akao smiled at you

"Sorry, Akao... " You sighed catching your breath, she let go of your fist and put a cigar in her mouth.

"Mmmm, I'll forgive you... if you have a light!" Akao smirked. You grabbed a lighter from your bag. She leans down as you light her cigar. "you're forgiven!" Akao chuckles

"So what's got you off guard? It's scary that you're losing focus! I heard your footsteps and you're usually as quiet as a mouse... Don't tell me you lost your touch!" Akao rests her head on your shoulder.

"No.. just curious about something" You mumbled, Akao raised her eyebrow at you "bout what?"

"What's.... Nagumos type..?" You asked

Silence...

Akao burst out laughing "PFFT! Is that what you're on about?"

"I'm serious. He's been leading girls on; if he has a type, it'll be easier for everyone! plus I'm curious..." You defended and looked away. It's true that you but deep down inside you know that it wasn't just your curiosity.

"That's easy he likes....... " Akao paused "Actually yeah... has he ever told us...? Not that we would care though..."

"Exactly.. If he just told people his type then the line for giving him chocolates at lunch would be much smaller wouldn't it?"

"Yeah... it is annoying when multiple girls come to deliver chocolates to him... Honestly! Where are my chocolates??" Akao pouts

"I can give you some!" you chirped giving Akao a totally innocent smile.

"And be poisoned? No thanks! Reminder Y/N you're the top student in that department!" Akao snickers walking off with you following her

"I'll make sure you have a 50% chance of surviving! Honest!" You smirked.

"Sorry babes! Hard Pass!"

You both made your way to the lunchroom grabbing a JCC bowl before heading to a table where Nagumo and Sakamoto were eating. Sakamoto looks up and greets the both of you with a simple nod.

"YO! Eating without us? Rude!" Akao groans and takes her seat across from Sakamoto, you take a seat next to her which to your dismay is across from Nagumo.

"Can't believe you left me all alone in the hallway! " Nagumo sighs acting butt hurt. You didn't have to look at his face to know he was giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You caught up with me immediately. Besides you said I could leave. So I left a rat that was holding me back from getting to class." You fired back as you opened a small notebook pretending to read whatever was on that page.

"Ouch! My heart just shattered!" Nagumo clutches his chest pretending to be butt hurt. Sakamoto rolled his eyes while Akao laughed at Nagumo's 'misery'.

"uhm~! E-excuse me..."

Akao's laughter died down noticing a girl holding a red heart-shaped box close to her chest. Akao leans closer to you and whispered

'here we go again.'

You sigh in response and look up to see the same scene every year

"N-Nagumo- Kun! I made these chocolates for you a-and only you!" The girl blurted out

You watch the scene playing in front of you, the same repetitive shit that happens each year. A confession from a random JCC student and Nagumo acting appreciative. As you were about to flip the page of your notebook you remembered the question that had been lingering above your head. Waiting for the girl to leave, you turn to Akao who's picking at her food bowl. You stare intensely at Akao catching her attention.

"hm?"

You tilted your head gesturing at Nagumo who was looking at the chocolates he was just given.

"OH! Right! Yo Nagumo! " Akao calls out causing Nagumo to stop staring at the chocolates he's been given.

"What grade did you get for the Assassins in History test?" Akao smiled, you immediately shoot her a glare causing her to laugh.

Nagumo and Sakamoto both stared at you both confused

"PFFT! Alright alright..." Akao says catching her breath

You let out an audible sigh and continue to focus on your notes.

"Y/N wants to ask you something!" Akao chirps pointing at you, causing you to jolt. Your head immediately turns to Akao who is avoiding your intense stare. again.

"Be careful with what you eat Akao." you mumble, Sakamoto raises his eyebrow while Nagumo just smiles at you. You scowl at him and sigh, you swear you were going to kill Akao after this.

"Don't take this the wrong way... But... what's your type..?" You ask avoiding eye contact.

Sakamoto just stares blankly at you while Akao tries to hold in her laughter, you glance at Nagumo who just blinks at you.

"Mmm.... I dunno!" Nagumo gives you his trademark grin. You were taken aback by his response, no teasing? Jokes? usually, he would laugh it off and tease you till you rip your ears out.

"So much for peaceful lunches then..." Akao sighs popping a cigar in her mouth. "Also Y/N was thinking about this question really hard that it made her lose focu-"

You throw a syringe at Akao, who immediately dodges it, the amount of force you throw the syringe causes it to make a punch size hole in the cafeteria

"Like I said Akao... Watch what you eat for the next few weeks." You give your roommate a cracked smile.

"Finally! something interesting! Come at me!" Akao proudly exclaims getting into a fighting stance.

"I've been meaning to try out a few of my new experiments on willing test subjects." You shot back, a smirk falls on your lips as you pulled out another syringe fill with what could only be a poison tester.

Both you and Akao lunge at each other throwing punches, kicks which chasing each other around the cafeteria.

Sakamoto and Nagumo watch as both you and Akao spar.

"My Type"

Sakamoto turns to Nagumo clearly confused by his friend's statement.

"Y/N... is My type" Nagumo hums as he puts the heart-shaped box in his cart. Still smiling as his eyes focus on you, following you across the room as you continue to fight with Akao.

"She could eat you alive Nagumo. I hope you have an appetite." Sakamoto sighs finishing whats left of his lunch.

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The next day Nagumo approaches you

"So Y/N! What's your type~?" Nagumo flashes his signature grin while leaning against your locker.

"Well. For starters. a guy blocking me from my locker is a real turn-off."

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lol, my cringe writing jajajajaja! I got inspired by so many Nagumo x reader writers, lol so if you see something similar, just so you know I got heavily inspired by the fics I read like inaflashimagine's fanfics! I plan on making a full fanfic but idk if I should do it.. I plan on drawing my OC/ Y/N version sooooon :D! Also again check out my webtooon!

#nagumo x reader #nagumo yoichi #yoichi nagumo #sakamoto days anime #nagumo sakamoto days #sakamoto days #nagumo x you #cringe #cringeposting #nagumo x female reader #reader x canon #oc

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mya-stimz · 7 months ago

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Squiddo Minecraft

Themes ; Squids, scientist/lab stuff, orange, Herobrine, and minecraft

☆□ SQUIDDO MINECRAFT □☆

□• requested by @the-bite-of-87-lol •□

☆□ with themes of minecraft, orange, lab coats and science stuff □☆

□• couldn't find any stims for squids or herobrine :( •□

⚡️• 🐝 • 🥼 | 🧪 • □ • 🔶️ | ⛏️ • 🧡 • 🧫

#mya stimz #stimboard blog #mcyt #squiddo #Squiddo minecraft

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housethemd · 2 years ago

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Autistic House Headcanons

Because come on. Obviously.

- House often stims with objects (his cane/ball/anything he can get his hands on) but he used to stim with just his hands/body. John House would get really mad about it when House was a child however, so he represses those urges a lot.

- Sub headcanon: Sometimes when House and Wilson are having fun/laughing/having a good time (see: when House is happiest) House will flap his hands as a happy stim. He doesn’t even notice he does it, but Wilson does and it makes him so happy to see House expressing himself like that.

- Monster Trucks are one of House’s special interests. He can name the trucks, their stats, the whole nine all from memory. It’s why Wilson doesn’t want to admit he doesn’t like them. He knows how important they are too House, and furthermore how important it is for House to have someone to share his special interest with.

- House has issues with sensory processing. He hates his lab coat, prefers comfortable clothes and sneakers, and is very particular about his food. One of the reasons he avoids the clinic because he finds the atmosphere (people always coming and going, multiple conversations happening in the same space, bright lights, etc) very over stimulating. He has a love hate relationship with touch (see next point for details.)

- House has some sensory seeking behaviours. His motorcycle and his ball both feed these desires. He likes going fast on his bike, making tight turns, feeling force and gravity against him. He likes throwing is his ball, often quite hard against other things (walls, cupboards, etc) to make it bounce back into his hand. He likes how it feels when it smacks into his palm. House likes pressure. He has a hard time with touch because they are often gentle and light, and those types of touches make his skin crawl. Firm touches, that he is made aware of ahead of time however, he loves.

- House has a hard time noticing his body’s needs. Since the infarction it’s worse because he always in pain. He doesn’t notice he’s hungry until he’s starving (or until Wilson has food and it reminds him eating is a thing.) He doesn’t realize he’s tired until he’s exhausted. He’s chronically dehydrated because he forgets water exists and spends his whole day drinking coffee.

I have a ton more so if you want them let me know! I might write some fics involving these.

#some of these may be me projecting #autistic greg house #house md #james wilson #hate crimes md #greg house #hilson #dr house #dr wilson

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jacksfandomrandom · 11 months ago

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Meltdowns

Summary: Vaggie has a meltdown during an activity out in the city. she runs away from the group but luckily, a kind overlord and her daughters help her out.

@thefreakyfader

A couple months before the extermination, Charlie came up with a couple more ideas to rehabilitate Pentious and Angel. One of those ideas was picking up trash and garbage from the streets of pentagram city. Vaggie liked the idea until her girlfriend said she wanted everyone to participate. The city was always so loud and had a lot of different smells and scents that were not pleasant at all. Usually, she was able to hide ear plugs in her ears whenever they would go out, but she had just run out of them. Those things seemed to get lost very easily and it would take forever for her to find them again before they would head out.

‘Come on, Vaggie, it’ll just be a little noise and a couple of smells, you can do this. Stop being a baby’ Vaggie internally told herself as they were leaving the hotel.

They walked down the streets, picking up any garbage they could find and throwing it into some trash bags. Every single noise seemed loud as fuck. It was mixed with a bunch of weird smells and texture too. Even with gloves on, the texture of the trash felt unbearable. She whimpered a little as she picked up a really gross and dirty dildo from the street and threw it into her garbage bag.

Suddenly, she heard screaming and then bombs, gunshots, and more screaming coming from around the block. She dropped the bag and tried to cover her ears but the gross residue that was on her gloves made everything worse when they touched her ear skin. Everything felt too much. The noises, textures, and smells made her feel very overwhelmed. Her heart beat uncontrollably fast and it was getting hard to breathe. Every little thing felt painful to her.

Vaggie tried to rip the gloves off her hands but was having a hard time since she was shaking.

“-ggie?” Charlie, worried for her partner, put a hand on her shoulder. This singular touch sent Vaggie into hysterics. She started sobbing and wailing, hating the touch. Charlie immediately recoiled her hand and tried asking her what was wrong. This worry that she displayed caused everyone else except Angel to rush to her side with concern. She could see Angel scoffing and rolling his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone cornering her and bombarding her with questions made everything so much worse. She just needed to get out of there. So she ran. She ran as far as she could before collapsing in an alleyway. She could still hear loud noises but they weren’t as bad as screaming, it sounded like she was near a warehouse.

After a bit of hyperventilating, sobbing, and trying to get her gloves off, she felt someone’s presence enter the alleyway.

“Hey, are you okay?” the figure asked. Vaggie looked up and saw someone with blonde hair, glasses and a lab coat. They reached out to her but she quickly curled away. They didn’t pester on though.

“I’m going to get some help, stay here, okay?” They told her. She desperately wanted to yell no but she couldn’t speak. Her voice was caught in her throat

Before she knew it, the person fled, going to get the help they told her about. Vaggie tried to stand up but her legs shook tremendously and she fell back down on the hard floor. She shut her eye tight and started flapping her hands rapidly, needing to do something to calm herself. Stimming felt like the only way.

When she opened her eye again, there was a really tall woman in front of her. This freaked her out even more so she tried to bang her head against the wall. The person from before put her hands in between the concrete wall and her head. Vaggie continued to cry and scream as the taller woman kneeled down with something in her hands. The object was getting closer and closer to her face. She didn’t want to die yet. What if what they had was angelic steel? However, she did not feel any pain when it made contact with her. It felt like…headphones? There were headphones on her ears. It didn’t feel like the kind that you listen to music with. It was like the ones that construction workers use. All the noises were muffled now and quiet

“Shh, it’s okay Cariño. Take some deep breaths,” The taller woman had told her. Sure, it was a bit muffled, but she could still hear her.

Vaggie looked up and saw her demonstrating some breathing exercises. Realizing that she was trying to help, Vaggie copied her breathing.

After a few minutes of stimming and breathing, she felt a lot calmer. She finally took in her surroundings. She saw that the blonde girl from before and another girl was just outside the alley, trying to calm down a very worried Charlie but making sure to keep far enough from Vaggie as to not overwhelm her again.

“You feeling a bit better?” The woman asked. Vaggie nodded.

“Good. I’m Carmilla Carmine. You gave us quite a scare. I almost never see a meltdown that bad before,” The woman, Carmilla, said.

“V-vaggie,” Vaggie introduced herself, being able to find her voice again, “H-how did you know w-what was h-h-happening?”

“One of my daughters, Odette, has autism too,” Carmilla explained, “She also deals with meltdowns like these,”

Charlie had managed to wiggle past Odette and Clara, and run up to Vaggie.

“Oh my gosh! Vaggie, are you okay?! What happened?! You started crying out of nowhere!”

“Princess, please step back before you overwhelm her again. She’s recovering from an autistic meltdown,” Carmilla said, pushing Charlie back a little, “Please wait outside. I promise you, she will be okay,”

The princess huffed, wanting to fight, but she saw how Vaggie was starting to get worked up again. She calmed herself and went to wait outside of the alleyway.

“Now, I suggest you go back home and rest,” Carmilla suggested.

“Th-thank you for helping me. I-is there anything I- I can do to r-repay you?” Vaggie asked. She felt like she needed to repay her for helping her.

“That is not necessary. But Odette has been getting pretty lonely lately. If you have any free time, give her a call,” Carmilla reached into her pocket and handed Vaggie a business card with a phone number on it.

“Thank you,” Vaggie mumbled, still having a bit of trouble speaking.

“It’s not a problem. Now, please go rest. You can keep the ear defenders too,”

Vaggie smiled and got up with a little bit of help from Carmilla. After explaining the situation, Charlie understood and promised to not overwhelm her again. Of course, that wasn’t true, as she could overwhelm her without even knowing. But Vaggie appreciated the thought.

Once vaggie was okay with touch, Charlie helped her get her gloves off and carried her back to the hotel. After getting her everything she needed to relax, Charlie went back out to finish the activity while her partner stayed inside.

Vaggie then spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling her plushies that Charlie had gotten her and playing calming games on her switch.

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gilearstimboards · 4 months ago

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Dr Langdon with Smoking and Lab Themes Stimboard

PT: Dr Langdon with Smoking and Lab Themes Stimboard

Made for: @the-cookie-jar-system

I didn't put an image this time as I found lots of gifs I wanted to include. I hope that's okay, let me know if you'd like a version with her in it.

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yoohoofrankie · 4 days ago

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Finishing my Egon Spengler fluff alphabet bc yeah.

A= affection:

Its subtle mostly, him gripping your arms (something he does often) whenever he needs to talk to you, or drag you somewhere. He’ll glance at you over his glasses, and he’ll hover around you constantly. The thing he does the most is to try and soak up your aura. He’ll essentially stand as close as he can without touching you, essentially floating about in you body heat. It means he gets to be with you without stares. When your in private, he tends to run his fingers down and up your arms, and guide your hands when Hes showing things to you.

B= blushing

He insists he isnt, or completely ignores it, but hes a big blusher. And when your arent looking he’s grinning his face off.

C= commitment.

Egon dosent love lightly. Once he chooses you, its long term. He acts like a husband. Like hes been with you for decades.

D= declarations.

Egon may not shout from rooftops, but he’ll show it without needing to say it. When he does say it, its slipped into an explanation of a pke meter, dead serious.

E=experiments.

Your his favourite thing to experiment on. The result hes trying to achieve? To learn how to love. Everythings documented, and he’s constantly testing out new things and trying to see how youd react. Sometimes silly, sometimes……intimate. ill leave it at that. 😏

F= firsts.

First kiss? First ‘i love you’? First time he accidentally forgot to put his gloves on and held your hand? All documented. He keeps them in a little folder- not that you’ll ever know.

G= gloved hands

Egon always wears gloves when he works in the lab. But he takes them off just to hold your hand. One time he got chemically burned because he wasnt wearing them, and youve felt guilty ever since. He dosent think it’s your fault though.

H= holding hands.

Its awkward at first, him having to calculate grip ratio, but now hes pretty okay with it. In private. It happens mostly in the lab.

I= “if you were a formula…”

One time he tried to describe his feeling using scientific metaphors. Nobody else really understood him. But you did.

J= jealousy

It happens more than you think it would. His hand sneaks up to hold your upper arm less gently than usual, and he mutters with slight annoyance in his voice- “statistically, your safer with me”.

K= kisses

slow, careful, chaste and reverent. He likes to study it. When it isnt chaste, he cant help but grin into it- a habit of his whenever hes being sneaky.

L= lab love

He clears a space at his workstation for you. Thats basically marriage in his book. He acts like a husband.

M= meaningful

Even things like glances have meaning and thought behind them. He may not voice it, but he does alot for you.

N= needs.

Egon does have needs of his own. He needs patience, understanding. Not someone who’s overly emotional. And someone open minded and accepting. Someone who can look at things from multiple perspectives, and takes time with their decisions.

O= overthinking.

He knows hes not the most publicly affectionate boyfriend, and that worries him. Although he cares by being careful, and rarely doubts himself, this is the one thing that gets him.

P= protectiveness

He’d never let anyone or anything harm you. Just like hes like with the other people he cares about. He cares deeply through being careful and protecting, instinctively standing infront of people. Its subtle but feirce.

Q= quirks aligned

You both walk around while brushing your teeth. He follows you sometimes. Sometimes you follow him.

R= rain

Egon hates getting wet- like a cat. Instead of running toward you in the rain, he’ll be cautiously walking with his coat over his head.

S= stimming

When he’s with you, hes comfortable enough to stim. Which you in turn do with him. You both like to pace around, and one time he bumped into you whilst on one of his rants.

T= tangents

Egon loves to go on long, passionate rants. Sometimes he dosent notice how long he’s been talking and he’ll have to circle back with a sorry. You always tell him he dosent have to be sorry.

U= unspoken language

It takes some time, but you learn to read his sighs and expressions. You dont know this, but he can read you too.

V= variety.

Egons not really much for change. But he’ll switch things up with dates and stuff. He’s constantly researching best things to do in a relationship, and he needs someone to experiment on.

W= workarounds

He finds analytical ways to show his affection. He writes down when he thinks of you, and why. But he’ll never show that to you. If you and him clash on something, he’ll find a way.

X= xylophonic heartbeats. [tease at my ghostbusters au romance subplot]

(Yes its a two people who dont know their in love trope)

This was something that started happening way before he realised he liked you. When he was close, he swore that his heart beat in a different way. Obviously he didn’t assume it was something to do with feelings. Hes too oblivious for that. Whenever he felt the need to stand close to you, he would always assume it was to continue the experiment of why his heartbeat changed. Never simply just because he liked you. You were ‘tolerable’ in his eyes.

Y= years

Even when he’s a grumpy old man, you stay together. When egon commits to something, he commits.

Z= zeal

For science, yes. For you its unmatched. And He loves combining both.

READ MY FANFIC ITS A SLOW BURNER

#ghostbusters #egon spengler #harold ramis #alphabet challenge #fluff #fluff alphabet

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