#Then we were lying next 2 days like potatoes in one room with a heater... it felt awful XDD

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[nautiscarader]

What the hecking heck has happened? - a post-not-really-mortem

What the hecking heck has happened?

So you might have noticed I have been absent for the past 2.5 months. So, where have I been? What has happened to me?

Well, you see, I got this magical music box, and when I opened it, I was transported into a different world full of talking frogs, toads and newts! I've had wonderful adventures, made lots of friends and-

Yeah, nope. I've been in a hospital.

WITH NO INTERNET

I feel you, Anne.

But let's start…

Serious warning: I will be describing my stay at the hospital, and it may get touchy for some of you. Proceed with caution.

Chapter 1: "Not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards."

So in mid-November I fell from my bed. I have multiple sclerosis and for the life of me I couldn't lift up. I had lots of bruises, so I had to be taken to hospital to clean them and then do something more with my illness… But that is just the beginning…

Chapter 2: The ballad of lemon cocaine

So here I am, lying in bed, getting meds, and around day 3 the nurse brought me a small cup full of white powder. I looked at her and blurted out "What am I supposed to do with it, snort it?" and she replied "No, sir, you're supposed to mix it in your tea or soup… " and she went away. That powder was some protein to help my wounds rebuild, btw.

But a few weeks down the line there was a twist: they gave me another powdered drink, and this one was lemon-flavoured! So I was mixing them up and called it "lemon cocaine". And it was delicious.

Chapter 3: And then shit happened

There is this nasty thing called Clostridium which gives you diarrhoea. And I caught it. So for the next ten days… well, I was busy, shall we say.

Yeah.

Chapter 4: "we got robbed!"

Imagine my surprise when one day I get a call… from Police. Turns out someone broke into my and my neighbour's basements.

So I've had another thing to worry about.

For exactly two days.

Because the thief took my neighbour's power cutting tools… AND PUT THEM ON AN AUCTION SITE.

WITH LOTS OF PICS [READ: EVIDENCE]

So that went smoothly, we both recovered everything stolen.

chapter 5: Then I was robbed.

Of some shirts. Because I was putting my used shirts and shorts in a special, red garbage bag. What I did not know is that red garbage bags are used for hazardous materials.. you can guess what happened.

RIP to my original Wakfu kickstarter shirt.

Well, it had a rip, so…

Chapter 6: Return of the shit.

So… one day my doctor came and said straight to me.

Another 10 days…

Chapter 7: I am thick skinned

And that is a problem for applying cannulas (cannuli?). Those things they insert into veins to make drips work. Apparent;y my skin is thick and locating blood vessels was incredibly difficult sometimes. The record was 6.Six times they stabbed me until it worked.

And even when they worked,the band-aids they used just wouldn't stick to my skin.

Chapter 8: Hot potato, cold potato.

So here is a thing: I don't like lying next to a heater, especially at night. I have troubles with breathing, get sweaty, etc. So naturally, they've put me right next to one. But it was okay,cos I could just turn the knob to 0, right?

No,I couldn't.

One nurse couldn't.

Second one couldn't.

A PLUMBER couldn't.

So they had to move my bed to the opposite side of the room, with the plumber telling me he'd fix it.

That was the last time I have seen him.

But after a week they moved me from neurology to neurology rehab ward, where…

They've put me in a bed next to another heater!

But this time, there was a twist… or rather,there wasn't. COS THERE WAS NO KNOB.

It took them three weeks to find one.

Chapter 9: Rehab

So I was moved to a rehab ward, where every day I was being stretched, twisted and reassembled so I can move a bit better.And honestly, all the workers they were flipping fantastic - so compassionate, so understanding with patience of saints. I will cherish time I spent with them forever.

Chapter 10: Christmas on closed ward

Time moved on, and, well, Christmas has arrived. And we've had a really neat Christmas eve celebrations! I even got an unexpected present - the mother of another patient in our room (of 4) got each of us a Gilette razor - kinda useless for me,since I was using electric one, but it was so neat, wrapped in red ribbon and all! And she baked us all cakes! And brought a small Christmas tree. Luckily, I had some sweets of my own, I gave them in return. I know it may sound silly or insignificant, but it really was a heartwarming moment.

Chapter 11: In which I became Mr. House

So, no joke, all this time as I have been lying and doing nothing, I was composing this post in my head, with gifs. And one joke would have been that I looked like this:

but I felt like this:

Well.

WELL, WELL, WELL.

Imagine my surprise when one day my rehab guy put me onto THIS COCKING MEDIEVAL TORTURE RACK.

I mean, I have always suspected that irony is another force in our universe, but that has to be a definite proof, right?

I was actually feeling pretty down that day, but when I saw this, I started laughing like a maniac. I explained the joke, since he never played FNV, but he laughed too. We started calling it "mr House treatment".

Chapter 12: The wheelchair.

Around week before Christmas, I was put for the first time on a wheelchair.And after a month of being immobile… it was exhilarating,to finally be able to do SOMETHING on my own.

And then mid-January I got my own! For free! Something something government funding, something something disability insurance, yadda yadda, who cares? I now had a wheelchair!

So for the next two weeks I have been training to make my body adjusted to my new permanent part.

And then… I was out.

AND THEN I NEARLY THOUGHT THE THIEF STOLE MY ROUTER. But no, it was simply hidden for cleaning.

So all this time I have been thinking, which character should I try to identify with?

Maybe Oracle?

Or that kid from that one ATLA episode?

But then I realised there is only choice…

I AM NOW COCKING DAVROS!

So, what now?

As of right now, I am officially disabled.

I take tons of meds, have nurses to help me, and I have to learn to live anew.

It is tough, sometimes really tough.

So I ask you all to be a bit more patient with me.

I will be slower with updates, fics, etc. because I am slower now IRL.

But know that if you are reading this, then you are my friend and I love you.

Oh, and speaking of fics.... Nah, I'll leave it as a surprise ;)

Oh and here is an unnecessary sequel!

[randofics]

Kinktober / Spooktober day 2

Steve Rodgers x reader

Prompts - Haunted house, mirror

18+ Minors DNI !!!

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I didn't expect just how graphic I was gonna get with this one. I hope the ending is alright. I kinda rushed the last few paragraphs. Hope yall enjoy!

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When you asked Steve to go to the yearly haunted house outside of town, he fought against the idea. He wasn't really someone who was into horror or haunted attractions, plus in the 40s, Halloween wasn't being celebrated as much because of the war.

Eventually, after some persuasion, he relented and agreed to go along with you.

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He'd gotten home late, so you'd had a light supper to leave room for fairground food. You had your heart set on a funnel cake and a hotdog, too. Steve leaned towards the healthier stuff as his mother had instilled a strict diet in him before he became a supersoldier.

Not that he didn't indulge himself once in a while with stuff like butter pecan ice cream or potato chips for a quick snack. He would probably end up getting a cold cut sub or maybe just a classic New York pizza slice.

After eating, you decided to stop by the petting zoo. It was almost closing time for them with only a handful of people petting the different animals and no line to get in. A calf was lying in the hay falling asleep, and the goats were either eating hay or doing the same as the calf.

There were two goats next to each other, one standing pulling hay from the feeder and the other laying down chewing cud. Steve followed you towards them and knelt down on a knee to rub the one lying down on its neck as you scratched the other behind its horns.

"Babe, are we going to the haunted house after this?" When he turned his head to look at you, your rear was right in front of him. Too busy petting the goat you didn't turn to answer him. "Yeah, it shouldn't be near as crowded now." He turned away, pushing his fake glasses up his nose and clearing his throat.

The staff told everyone still there that they were closing for the night. You took Steve's hand and led him out towards the haunted house. Like you predicted, there weren't many people in line, mostly just couples like the two of you wanting an adrenaline rush before going home to enjoy the rest of the night together.

Having been here once or twice, the supposed adrenaline inducing experience was a little lacking with the same monsters and layout each year. But you didn't mind so long as you got to hang out with your boyfriend.

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As you finally got to go inside, you wrapped your arms around his left one, pulling it into your chest and laying your cheek against his shoulder. He looked down at you with a smile. "You know we don't have to go in if you don't want to."

"I'm not scared, Steve. I just wanted to lean against you. Besides, you're like a giant heater, and im a tad cold."

"Heh, alright, whatever you say." Walking into the first room, a man in a straight jacket lunged at you, but before he could reach you, a chain hooked to his back stopped him. Even though you knew he'd be there, he still startled you.

The rest of the haunted house was the usual suspense, followed by cheap jumpscares and over the top lighting effects. It still got your heart going, though, and at the end, you were hugging his arm like a vice, your nails digging into the fabric of his jacket.

"You ok?" You nodded, standing on your toes and pulling him down to kiss his cheek. "How about we hit the mirror maze and then head home?"

"Sure, we can do that." He leaned down, tilting your chin up to kiss you. Hand in hand, you made your way down to the mirror maze. A teen boy with his face in his phone lazily unhooked the chain, letting you through. "Ten minutes, and I'm closing or whatever."

"Ok, thanks!" The boy didn't even acknowledge you, and you decided to just hurry inside. The first few mirrors were the curved ones, and you laughed at yours and Steve's reflections. He got up close to one that distorted his face like he was in an airheads commercial, and you couldn't help the snort you made in amusement. The rest was just the normal mirrors in a maze configuration.

After a minute or two of carefully navigating the maze, a mischievous idea popped into your head. You turned around to face Steve with a grin on your face. "You know we could have a little fun in here since we're by ourselves."

"What about them closing?"

"That kid probably already forgot about us, and he said he was leaving in ten minutes, so we still have some time. It won't be the end of the world if he does leave before we finish."

He leaned down again to kiss you. "Mmh, I like the way you think, honey." He pulled you to him by your waist, and you slinked your arms around his neck. His lips melded with yours as he hotly kissed you, not holding back. Your tongue licked over his top lip, and he let you in letting you taste him.

Your hand tugged at the short hair below his cap, and his hands started to roam your back under your shirt. He broke away only to bury his face in your neck, lightly kissing your skin and taking in your scent. His gentle pecks turned into licks and leaving marks on your skin as his hand gripped your rear. You lifted your leg to hook over his hip, pushing up your mid length skirt and exposing your bare leg.

His hand moved to your thigh, massaging the underside gently as you let out a soft gasp. More worked up by the minute you ground against him, making his breath hitch. His hips twitched forward, and you could feel his growing bulge pressed against you. You grinned as he pulled back just long enough so you could swoop in and give his neck attention.

A startled grunt left his mouth as your lips latched onto his skin. You left gentle pecks at first, and then you licked up his throat, letting your bottom lip drag across his skin. He let out a keening sound, gripping you tighter with his hands. Abruptly, he broke away, grabbing you by the backs of both thighs and lifting you up. He stepped forward, pressing your back firmly into a mirror.

His lips brushed your ear and, in a dark tone, whispered to you. "You're driving me crazy baby." You felt one of his hands going behind you and shucked in a breath when his fingers feather light danced across your clothed sex.

Teasingly, he lightly circled your pearl with his middle finger, and you let out a high-pitched whine gripping the back of his jacket. A stronger twitch of his hips was his response as his fingertips moved to the hem of your panties in the crook of your thigh.

The muscles of your thigh jumped at the sensitive, almost ticklish sensation. He paused, giving you a peck on the cheek and leaning to look you in the eye. "You wanna go further with this?"

"Yes, please."

His fingers curled under the hem and pulled your panties aside. The cold air hitting you was slightly uncomfortable, but that was quickly forgotten when you felt one of his fingers press into your pearl and move it in a few circles. Already clenching around nothing, you felt your slick drip into his palm. His finger migrated back through your folds all the way to your entrance, gently tracing the circle of muscles that pulsed at his touch.

You let out another whine, clawing at his back and stuffing your face in his neck. "Steve! Nn-ah!" You felt him shiver, then one of his fingers dipped inside you, making you arch your back. He was throwing you a curveball here as he was usually more straight to the point, but you weren't upset over it. He was making you feel amazing.

Another finger slipped in, both now working against your clenching walls. You could feel the coil in you tighten as he pushed deeper feeling for that spongy spot that made you see white. When you let out a cry of his name and your body jolted against him, he knew he'd found it. Moving his fingers faster against that spot had you panting and crying out in pleasure.

"Steve, I..."

"I know baby just let go for me." His voice had gotten even deeper with his own arousal, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine as well as the shaky exhale into his ear.

"C'mon baby, let go." His slight growl of that sentence drove you over the edge, and your muscles clamped down on his fingers, your whole body arching against him. "Yehehehehessss baby!" That praise had you clamping down harder, trying to pull his fingers even deeper.

Once your pulsing walls slowed and you'd caught your breath, he spun you around to face the mirror. With one hand, he grabbed your leg, lifting it by the crook of your knee, and with the other, he pulled your skirt aside, revealing his handiwork. His head nestled in your neck as he looked in the reflection directly into your eyes. His gaze over the top of his glasses. He licked his lips with a devilish look in his now dark ocean blue eyes.

If he'dve givin you this look in other circumstances, you'd probably die of a heart attack. He'd give you similar looks in bed and whatnot, but nothing this feral and almost territorial. His hand holding up your skirt tucked it into the waistband to keep it out of the way as he unbuckles and unbuttons his jeans. He slips himself out the hole in his briefs, and now you can see him pressing into the inside of your thigh.

You reached down to help him line up, but he grabs hold of your wrist, stopping you. "Let me handle everything, baby. Ok?" He nuzzled into your neck, kissing and marking you up even more. You could feel his member twitching against you, now nestled between your folds, and more of your slick dribbled onto him.

He started moving his hips back and forth, letting your slick cover him. "You're soaked for me, baby." Finally, he reached down to stretch your folds a bit wider and with an extra finger lined his tip up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside you, and a searing wave of pleasure mixed with the delicious stretch of him as you sucked him in deeper made you arch your back, your head lolling back onto his shoulder.

He hisses into your skin as you take him in inch by inch till he's nestled inside you as deep as possible. "Baby look." You lift your head and follow his gaze down to where you're connected. Your walls squeeze around him at the sight, and he lets out a growl. A drop of your slick collects on his base and shines in the dim light. "You're gorgeous on me, baby."

Almost agonizingly slow, he pulls out to the tip, then just as slow plunges back inside you grazing along your velvet walls. He keeps that slow pace for a minute, just enjoying the feeling of you on him. His growls and low rumbling moans in your ear as you grip his wrist and push off his cap to tug his hair.

"Steve, faster, please."

"Of course, gorgeous." His thrusts quicken, making your desperate moans louder. You turned your head to kiss him, which he gladly did. Your tongues danced together, tasting each other.

Again, his thrusts quicken, and you break away to let out a cry of his name. "Mmh, C'mon baby." He slides your leg into the crook of his elbow, bringing his now free hand to your opposite side, sliding under your shirt to grip your skin. Your leg now pinned to your chest gives him more room to maneuver, and he reaches deeper than before.

His other hand slips down to split your folds a bit further and give both of you a better view of your core, swallowing him whole. You make eye contact again, and he stares into your eyes as he sinks his teeth into your neck. He wouldn't dare break skin, but he wasn't gentle about it either.

He keeps eye contact over his glasses as his thrusts hit harder and faster. He can feel that you're getting close, and you know he is, too. You tug his blond locks harder, digging your nails into his scalp, your other hand on his wrist clawing up his arm.

Your loud cries and moans urge him on. Deep growls and grunts rumble in his chest and throat as he pushes harder to get you over the edge before himself. His jaw tightens as he feels your muscles give that tell tale squeeze before your release. And sure enough, seconds later, your walls clamp down on him like a vice.

Your plush walls massage him from base to tip, trying to coax him over the edge, but it's mostly your voice that tips him over.

You feel him twitching inside you before he finally releases. He pushes your hips into his as his teeth bear down harder, your eyes roll back as liquid heat spills inside you, filling you up. He lets out a long growl as his hips push harder into yours, never closing his eyes through the whole thing. You're always gorgeous, but right now, as he releases inside you, all he can think of you is heavenly.

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Slowly, you both come down from your high, and he hisses as he pulls himself free. A few drops of your mixed juices drip to the ground under you as he steps back to straighten himself out. Just as quickly he's helping you straighten your skirt and hair gently, kissing over all his marks he left on your skin. "Can you walk?"

You let out a laugh, looking up at him. "Yes, but probably not tomorrow." He pulls you in by your waist, giving you a few pecks on your lips. "That just gives me the excuse to take care of you tomorrow."

"Let's get out of this maze and get home."

"Yes, ma'am."

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Back at Avengers HQ, you walk into the main room only to be greeted by most of the team watching tv. "There you are! We were wondering where you two went today. Wait, what the heck happened to you, y/n?" Sam had walked over to greet you and clearly spotted your hickey peppered neck adorned with a large bruising bite mark.

You gave Steve a pointed look, which Sam immediately registered. "Woah, Cap went a little overboard with the hickeys huh?" Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. "Let's get to bed, Honey."

You said goodnight to the others and held Steve's hand as he led you to your shared part of the compound. Tomorrow, you would be sore, and you were ready to sleep.