#extremely loopy on pain meds

[lost-rxverie]

got my wisdom teeth out on friday and am having the absolute worst time!!!!

[b1mbodoll]

me when the function got vampire enha 😝

no but seriously i’m going insane you can’t just post that and expect me to be normal about it!!!

me trying to work on my feminist criticism of snow white and then u drop the most brainrotting concept in my lap!!!

anyyywayyyyy… vamp wonnie…. ooooughh… he’d say such gentle things!! so sweet and kind!! promising you he’ll only have a little bit :3

but when you’re right there and you taste so good and you’re making such pretty noises >_< how could he stop???!

love, 🔗

(sorry if this made no sense!! i’m on new meds that make me a lil loopy hehe)

💌: LITERALLY ME WHEN THE FUNCTION GOT VAMPIRE ENHA!!!!! 😭😭😭😭 my gosh im gonna lose it plssss vampire jungwonie my beloved 😵‍💫 n pls baby do not apologize, i’m in luv with this <3

vampires are such beautiful creatures <3 some of them have lil features specifically for luring their prey; like a certain tone their voice takes as they whisper in their victims ear before puncturing flesh and draining blood.

but there’s something about jungwon that’s extremely appealing, whether it’s his sweet lil face that completely disarms you, making you completely forget that he’s quite literally an apex predator, or how he so easily he gains your trust, promising never to lay a finger (or fang) on you without permission, you’re unsure but all you know is that you’d do anything for him.

that’s how you find yourself offering a tentative hand to jungwon, he’s able to hear your heart racing and he struggles to silence a groan, not wanting to scare you off before having his first taste of your sweet blood.

“you’ll be gentle, right, wonie?” you question, voice quiet as the vampire inches closer to your wrist.

the only reassurance you get is a peck to your palm before he sinks his teeth into you, latching onto your soft skin, moaning loudly as he takes and takes and takes, his eyes red, like the rivulets of blood staining your arm and his lips.

it’s terrifying but it feels so fucking good, you think, mind hazy as the loss of blood gets to you. but he stops before you pass out, cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply, slipping his blood coated tongue in your mouth, the taste of iron making you wince; is this what he tastes?

jungwon pulls away and it leaves you gasping for air, uninjured hand finding its way to his hair as he kisses along your jaw before stopping at your throat, scraping his sharp fangs along your pulse point and that fills you with fear, mutters of no, no, no are all you’re able to get out but it’s not enough to make him stop, how could you be so dumb? you shouldve known better, there’s no way jungwon would be content with just feasting from your wrist.

a choked out gasp makes jungwon’s cock twitch and he’s rutting his hips against you, chasing his orgasm as the taste of you floods his senses, you’re all he can see, taste, touch, and smell, and your painful whimpers are like music to his ears.

it isn’t long before he’s cumming, he feels sticky and soso content, breathing out a sigh of relief when he detaches from you, wiping his messy mouth with the back of his hand. all you can do is lie there, cunt wet and aching to be filled. who knew a vampire bite could make you this desperate?

[the-kr8tor]

GAHHH THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!! AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF DAILY HOBIE HC I had a migraine:( Daily Hobie HC! we know the sound. "if my wife sees u touching me like that shes gonna be mad" "i am ur wife" After a particularly gruesome fight, you had pulled Hobie into the emergency room, managing to take off his torn spidersuit so his identity would be safe. Hobie had been patched up, given some deep stitches here and there that were definitely going to scar, an icepack to help the bruising, and many bandages on his injuries. He was barely awake, extremely groggy and unaware of his surroundings when he regained some bit of consciousness. It was cute, in a way, seeing your lover look so disorientated, ignoring the blood-stained bandages. His chest was bare, the heart monitor strapped to him and beating along his heart. You gently rest your hand on top of his skin, rubbing his chest in soft circles as you reassure yourself that he's okay. Hobie slaps your hand away un-coordinatingly, grumbling with squinted eyes towards you. He talks about how his partner, you, would be pissed if you were rubbing his chest like that. You chuckle, your hand grabbing his softly as you give him the jaw-dropping fact that you, indeed, were HIS lover. Hobie's hazy eyes widened, the heart monitor beeping a little more frantically along with his heart. His attitude changes quickly, practically purring as he pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your middle. You hold him close, peppering warm kisses to his skin and stroking his shoulders. A doctor came in, explaining how Hobie's body had quickly started to rebuild itself (spidey abilities), and so it should be fine for him to be discharged early. However, he was, clearly, going to be a little loopy from exhaustion. It should be alright though, as Hobie was already immediately so cooperative knowing that you were his lover. -🐦‍⬛

That's alright!! I hope u had a fantastic birthday!

Daily Hobie HC ‼️‼️‼️

Omg yesss i love this trope!

Get u a partner that would hide your secret identity even though they're panicking

Awwwwww broooooo that's so adorable! 🥰

He's like "get your bloody hands off me." And r was hiding how hurt they were until they realized that the pain meds are making him loopy lol

THE HEART MONITOR SPEEDING UP

I can imagine that his heart beat so fast that his alarm goes off and the nurses immediately came rushing in with a crash cart lmaoo

Hobie's so bewildered that you're actually his partner and not some fit rando holding him lmaoo

The doctor was def suspicious abt that lol but they're not a snitch

[ldysmfrst]

Well enough to update my dear readers

Hello, dearest readers,

I had to have emergency surgery on Tuesday early morning.

My incision sight from 7/26 had closed up, and the infection and cellulitis began to spread quickly and painfully, almost quadrupling in size in less than 7 hours.

The surgeon said it was not bad but certainly not good-looking when he went in. Tons of fluid, dead rotting issues, etc, were found and cleaned out.

Now, I have a huge hole to perform wound care on and repack daily until it closes up.

I am still on IV antibiotics 24/7, oxycodone or morphine for pain, and am not allowed out of bed with help to do ANYTHING.

I still get extremely dizzy and feel loads of pain when I move, but if I sit without putting too much pressure, then I am not in high pain or feel any dizziness.

I was supposed to go home tomorrow or Saturday, but I may be here longer with how much it hurts to repack the word and this new onset of dizziness.

I want to thank all the continued Patreon membership holders for their generosity and kind hearts,

I want to thank all free members on Tumblr and Patreon for not giving up on me just yet.

I will write again once I am not in so much pain and on very loopy meds.

I PROMISE!

I even have ideas for new stories.

I might even post an ooollllddddd story (two chapters) on Patreon as well, just for something to read.

If my membership holders want me to continue it, then I might just do so.

💜💜💜

[theemporium]

Hi,

I can't stop thinking about how Carlos must have been looking fresh out of the surgery. I imagine he must look even more spaced out than usual. Being all loopy from the anesthesia and pain meds...

Also I'm sure he looks extremely good even straight out of surgery.

I know this is meant to be a cute thot but I’m genuinely sitting here wondering what fucking hair products this man uses because how does it always look good?? even after surgery?? or after a race?? WHAT IS HE USING???

[androcola]

was mike scared to get his tonsils out?

and how quick was his recovery? as for irl mike he deemed to take forever because of his sensitive throat :((

yes! mike is very scared and nervous of hospitals and also is very squeamish with medical stuff so he was terrified. he was shaking in the bed while they were putting him under 😭he only stopped being scared when he was entirely under. he put off the operation for a very long time despite very infected and painful tonsils. the guys kinda had to force him into it. kinda like everything else tbh 😭

I think his recovery took quite a while, especially because he's got such a poor immune system and lots of health issues, and he does have a very sensitive throat so it was miserable and veeery painful. he was used to not eating much so that wasn't much for him, but the pain meds made him really loopy but didn't actually help the pain much. but I guess you can't be in pain if you're knocked out sleeping for 12 hours

the guys stayed by his side with Great care and loyalty. if anyone went out, they always made sure that someone stayed behind to look after him. of course he was very stubborn and insisted he could carry on with his usual house work and errands, but they kept him down as much as they could for him to get all the rest he could.

his throat was extremely painful for a while and he probably had to go back to the dr due to spitting up large amounts of blood, but after all the complications and pain he was fine and very relieved to have his tonsils out. they were really nasty and getting infected constantly so he almost always had a sore throat , and that really affected their gigging. cuz his voice was kiinda important to that

[zierose-freak]

guys sorry if my first fic like is all over the place I started it in may while I was on some EXTREME pain meds that had me so loopy and I’ve only just gotten half way thru it now but I have a habit of writing while barely awake so uh yeah

[deniigi]

re: the ship ask - i don't associate u with any ship in particular but i am curious about cpt rex related ships and also codywan feels like an easy ask, but maybe also ... cody x anyone else??? If you do ship any other fare in particular, I mean.

i am loopy from pain meds sry but i am hovering over tumblr during the agonies. thank in advance

Rex/90% of people - Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it?

Rex feels to me like a person who like, is extremely flighty in relationships. I personally see him as someone who is often lonely, and who is closed off to people until he really gets to know them.

Often, I pair him with Anakin, but I don't think I actually want them to be happy in that ship. I am a huge fan of unrequited Rexwalker or dysfunctional Rexwalker. I need their story to be one of tragedy. It's more interesting to me if Rex puts more and more distance between him and Anakin as he learns what he is capable of. Tears streaming as he does, but still.

2. What would have made you like it?

Well, I did take a swing at Armorer/Rex and had a blast with that because 1) love Rex as Din's awkward, trying-too-hard stepdad and 2) I think Rex is in awe of a woman/person who could break him in half and does not play mind games. I think him trying to impress someone who could move mountains is adorable, and I like the idea of him getting praised doing things his partner could accomplish without a lick of effort.

Like yes, praise this man. Someone give him recognition for pulling that whole potato bush out of the ground in one fell swoop.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I think that we all want Rex to be happy, and I think that he would be happy with someone outside of the jedi circle he's got going on. And I think if he's allowed to exist outside of that setting he has more room to grow.

[rainedragon]

Weird things about having a chronic illness...

You often can't do things like just take cold medication because of drug interactions. Even though I have low blood pressure, the fact that I'm on meds that control my bp means that I have to be careful what cold meds I take. So I'm taking Coricidin, which is Tylenol + Delsym + Doxylamine Succinate the last of which is one of the most sedative antihistamines out there. It makes me very loopy.

It severely warps you idea of when it's appropriate to go to the doctor. If I'm having FloorTime™ because of my POTS, we don't go to the doctor because of that. But if I'm having FloorTime™ because of a cold, is it doctor time? Heck if I know.

FloorTime™ is called things like 'fainting' and 'syncope' and 'pre-syncope' by other people but honestly those are all complicated words for my oxygen deprived brain so it's FloorTime™. Floor time is often proceeded by a dumb trick where I force myself to say the word 'Take' through the gravy that is my brain and shove whatever item I'm holding at the nearest human. The longer it takes the human to understand the command 'take', the less time I have to safely get myself onto the floor for FloorTime™. If I every slur the word take at you and try to hand you something very breakable, please take the object from me.

Speaking of, I tripped and fell flat on my face yesterday and spilled orange juice and tonic water all over my rug and I used the hoover wet vacuum to dry it even though I had negative amounts of energy but IDK if I need to get the rug cleaned?

The tonic water is an old wives remedy for restless leg syndrome, which I don't have a formal diagnosis for, but I do get horrible pains in my legs when they are overly tired if there is any sort of weight or constriction on them at all. And the orange juice makes it drinkable. Is it quite possibly a case where drinking orange juice might fix the issue? Or water? Possibly. Am I going to practice the scientific method while in extreme exhausted pain and figure this out? No, no I'm not. So magic superstition potion it is.

This started out as an actual list and isn't anymore, but look, I'm very sick and very loopy and I'm just trying my best right now and it's not very good.

Here have a photo of Mia and Clover sitting with me in the window reading from the other day. Because they are good.

[yukichouji]

How are we spending New Year’s Eve? Chilling alone at home (good), layed up with a bladder infection (not so good). Ah well. As things are right now I’ll probably end up falling asleep and missing the whole thing xD Which might also actually be good since I am really, really scared of loud noises and after two years of not being allowed to buy and (technically) light fire works people are bound to go a bit over board this year akjsflkasf

All in all, though, I think this year deserves a pretty positive looking back on. There were some pretty intense and pretty vital battles fought and won, a lot of personal growth happened (or so I’d like to think), I got to spend two months in the States, meet some lovely new people and start work with some pretty amazing, amazingly nice people with plans for the next ~4 years already made and my Master’s digree and my first real paycheck in this new field of work only a couple of months away after I think almost 7 years of study (holy sh*t it feels so strange to write that out aksjflasd), if all goes well.

There’s still a lot of growing to do and life is never without it’s challenges, but I feel confident and happy looking into the future even with everything that’s going on right now, really honestly, and that feeling is strange to me but also pretty amazing.

Look at me getting all sappy over here on Tumblr haha Must be the pain meds. They always make me kinda loopy. Anyway. I wish you all a wonderful time celebrating the new year tomorrow night. May 2023 be a good year for all of us.

(I say and proceed to spill cranberry juice all over my desk, including my to-do-list for work.... Extremely valid)

[royposting]

update i do not have meningitis or thyroid issues which is nice

my neck is just like. SEVERELY fucked up.

[gaymerasmus]

All right buckle in you poor bastards because I'm here to help you with a thing because nobody told me jack Shite about getting your teeth pulled and what to expect. I'm also gonna sprinkle in some tips for pain management for you <3

(Okay. First off, I'm pretty much going off of my own experience here but if you have any input or advice please do share!! We are here to help each other.)

Let's talk anesthesia. I had a very good time with it (stoner) and sometimes secretly wished they would have kept me doped up a bit longer. If you're getting anesthesia then you'll probably have to get through the injection part first. This was pretty painful for me with the addition that I'm scared of needles.

Here's what to expect:

It will take longer than you think is necessary unless you've been blessed with someone who's really good at it

It will hurt. There is no way around this. However it is definitely more comparable to things that don't really hurt all that bad.

You might feel like doing some "self medicating" (drinking/drug use etc) to help calm your nerves before the surgery, don't do this. Anesthesia puts you in a bit of a trance but not always a sleep-like one. I was completely awake for the entire thing but I don't remember it. Any alcohol consumption or drug use might actually have the opposite effect and cause you to freak a little or make it seem more scary. My recommendation is to stop at least 2-3 days before the surgery.

Same thing goes for people with traumatic experiences, ptsd, anxiety and anything related. Ease yourself into the situation and remind yourself (even better if you have others to help with this) that you are safe. It will 100% help and I promise it's true and you'll be ok.

When you wake up you'll be really loopy and might say or do something stupid, but you'll also be really tired and hungry and thirsty and won't be in a silly goofy mood.

When the anesthesia fully wears off it can hurt like you're dying. You can bypass this by taking your pain meds when you're given the OK to drink things (usually 1 hour post surgery). Don't be like me and fall asleep and wake up 4. Hours. After the surgery with no medicine in the house and no pain relief. Ouch

Now let's talk swelling. My cheeks were swollen for a good 3-4 days after the surgery. Here's what you should know:

It will last anywhere from 3-5 days depending on the number of teeth you had pulled and how you take care of yourself.

It is nothing to be embarrassed about. You look like a cute chipmunk.

To help with swelling use an ice pack or something similar gently on your face. A good rule of thumb is 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off. (Only do this for the first 2-3 days, then slowly introduce heat instead)

Try to avoid putting any pressure on the sides of your face as this could lead to irritation and further pain

You may struggle to open your mouth at first, this is normal and will go away within a few days.

As your cheeks get less swollen you may notice a bruise has taken it's place. That is also completely normal and will disappear, and is nothing to be embarrassed about.

I think just those two things there pretty much summarize the first 2 or 3 days post removal. Expect a lot of sitting and napping.

Now moving on to more annoying and painful topics. Let's talk about eating/drinking. Here's what to expect/ do's and dont's:

When it comes to drinking, stick to water and Gatorade (or something similar). You're going to be very dehydrated at first, so it's important to make sure you're getting your fluids.

Avoid drinking anything with too extreme of a temperature (hot/iced coffee, hot tea, etc. For the first few days. I highly recommend certain teas once you hit that 4 day mark after your surgery.)

Avoid acidic drinks, carbonated drinks, and alcohol.

There are some fruits you won't be able to eat because they're too acidic for your mouth.

No. Solid. Food. Please. Its what gave me dry socket and it's extremely painful and sensitive and I don't want that for you.

Opt for very soft foods or switch to a liquid diet. Things like mashed potatoes, apple sauce, pudding, etc are lifesavers.

Avoid spicy or heavily seasoned foods. I know it's gross and tastes like a bunch of nothing but it will irritate the wound. (However, I've found that a tiny bit of garlic can actually provide soothing benefits to your extractions and offer some pain relief.)

You will want solid food so bad. So. Bad. We must stay focused brothers.

I struggle a lot with this one because many foods that I can't have are a large part of my diet. That being said, it will get easier and easier to make the right choice when it comes to it.

Next is probably the most painful thing I've ever been through. I know I joke a lot but this literally isn't funny. I was like. In tears for 2 days because of this. Let's talk dry socket. Here's what may or may not happen:

Dry socket is a mother sexy time haver and can bestow itself upon you even if you do everything right. It literally just depends on the person and there's a few thing you can do to prevent it but don't be surprised if you get it.

Let's assume you did get it. At first you might deny having it for the sake of not thinking about having it. I did it too and I can recommend not doing this.

Drinking tea is a godsend. I highly recommend chamomile, dandelion root, or any anti inflammatory tea. Make sure it's hot tea too so you can hold the steam up to your face. I did this for a bit and couldn't feel anything for like. A good 10 minutes.

I've heard mixed results on this one (imo it just makes me want to clench my teeth which is a problem all on its own) but you can use the tea bags as gauze if your dealing with persistent pain. Just make sure there isn't any parts of the bag or ingredients in the bag that are rough or scratchy.

When it gets too painful to bear (for me this was right when I laid down at night and right when I woke up in the morning) get yourself some numbing gel. Don't be fooled by fancy packaging or anything, I've found that the cheap version does the same job. It will hurt extremely bad for a good 10 seconds, but then it will be nothing/a tingly sensation for the next 1-3 hours. (I don't recommend making this a habit if possible, you can overdose on the medication put in numbing gels if you're not careful.)

The pain might drain your mentality a bit and make it easy to panic about the pain. You might get overstimulated by it at some points. The best trick (for me) is to remain as calm as you can.

Crying will make it hurt worse but no judgement if a few tears slip.

If you can, contact your dentist if you think you have dry socket. I had to wait all weekend and a day in change to see him, and he fixed the issue in a few painless minutes. I'm currently laying here typing this and not feeling a thing. It's worth it.

Take. Your. Antibiotics. It will help prevent dry socket and other infections.

I think that's pretty much it that has its own Category, heres some misc stuff and other pain management tips:

The reason it'll probably hurt more right when you lay down to sleep is because of the blood rush your head gets as the body levels. If you can, keep your head elevated. It will make sleeping a far simpler battle.

Dry socket can cause insomnia, so be careful about your health. Insomnia leads to a plethora of other issues if ignored.

People using birth control and people who have had a tooth extraction before are more prone to dry socket.

Avoid using earbuds if you can, it can irritate the wound and cause headaches from hell.

Your dentist might decide to use a stitching technique that involves wrapping a bit of thread around your teeth. Don't be alarmed, it's supposed to be there. It might bother you for a few days but it comes out eventually on its own or removed by the dentist.

If you get frequent headaches from this like I did, try to stay in dark or shaded areas and make sure to get some quiet.

Stay away from tooth brushing for the first 2-3 days. Your mouth will be hurting and you don't want to irritate it. Instead, try a warm water rinse. It soothes pain and drains out anything stuck in your mouth.

Start brushing your teeth without toothpaste. Get used to the amount of gentleness you need and go slow. When you're ready, use a gentle toothpaste with no strong flavors.

Salt water rinses also help some, but they can also cause headaches.

Don't spit!!!! Spitting can disrupt the blood clot and the healing process. Instead, gently tilt your head side to side, lean over the sink, and open your mouth.

Other facial expressions to avoid for a bit include kissing faces, sucking on a straw, slurping, grinning too hard, and clenching your teeth.

I think that's everything!! Thanks for the read and good luck if you're getting a tooth pulled soon.

[mcuamerica]

That "Fantastical" Four Movie

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: Can you write a fluffy one about Chris Evans (like there's another Chris out there)  and a female reader that has CRPS…. Fluff about him taking me being worried and bringing me home and taking care of me. The meds they put me out with makes me drowsy and I sleep a lot…. (Read the full request here.) 

Warnings: Needles mentioned, reader has CRPS (feeling of extreme pain - I think), brief hospital stay, fluffy Chris.

Disclaimer: All my works are FICTION. Nothing pertaining to the characters and/or actors are to be taken as fact. I do not own characters (unless I create an OC, in which I will be sure to mention), actors, tropes, or titles. I do not agree to my works being reposted or published on any sites, even if credit is given. Enjoy!

You and Chris were cuddled up on his couch, watching The Lion King, with Dodger laying on the floor below the two of you. It was going really well until the pain started. Chris noticed when you let out a small whimper and shifted against his chest. He frowned down and shifted to sit up when he saw the pained expression on your face. 

“We need to get you to the hospital, yeah?” He asked, pushing your hair from your face. You responded with a simple nop and winced when he helped you up. He grabbed his keys and your bag and got you in the car. He made sure for you to know that you were going to be okay and that he would be next to you the whole time. He wasn’t going to let anything bad happen. 

And he was by your side as much as he could be. He didn’t want to leave you when they put you under and administered the nerve blockers to your spine, but they wouldn’t let him in the room for that. Once you were settled back in the hospital bed, he held your hand until you woke you. 

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked when he finally saw you open your eyes. 

“Hmm? Chris?” You muttered and rubbed your sleepy eyes. You were barely awake and on meds, so you couldn’t really comprehend much. 

“Yeah, hi darling.” He said and gave you one of his iconic soft side smiles. 

“Your smile is too cute.” You muttered and reached out, poking his cheek. “But not hot. At least not as hot as you were in that “Fantastical” Four movie.” You giggled and leaned your head back against the pillow. “I bet that’s why I love you. Because of that movie. I was brainwashed.” You said, almost seriously, causing a chuckle to leave Chris’s lips. As much as he was worried about you, he liked to know you weren’t in pain anymore. 

You arrived back at Chris's place and he helped you get settled in bed the next day. He always had one of your favorite movies or shows on as you recovered from the meds. Once you weren’t as loopy, you assured him that you felt a lot better after the nerve blockers and he didn’t need to worry so much. 

He was worried anyway. He got you your favorite take out, ice cream, candy, and chips. He had Scott bring over your favorite blanket from your apartment and even had him grab the Bruins hoodie you stole from Chris a while back. Once you were all cuddled into Chris’s chest, watching yet another Disney movie, as Dodger laid at the end of the bed, you felt better again. Not only because that pain was gone, but because you were laying with the love of your life and you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

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[the-widow-sisters]

This Has Been a Gas

Summary: Natasha and Kate are training one day and Natasha accidentally hurts Kate. Which, of course, leads to a very guilty Natasha, an anesthesia-ridden Kate, a highly amused Yelena, and one Carol Danvers thrown into the haphazard mix.

Word Count: 4523

A/N: Gosh, I really enjoyed writing this one. It has actually been one of my favorite ideas to work on so far 💖 I know I’ve already written one here with Kate being a little high on anesthesia, but what can I say? I can’t resist writing her as a total loopy, adorable nutjob 😂

Thank you to @natasharomanofftheposer for inspiring me with the stars don’t have feelings part 😂💖 Our conversations are always so wonderful and I appreciate you so much 💗

I hope you guys enjoy this one! Please let me know what you thought! 🥰💕

  “Natashka, she’ll be fine, just calm down,” Yelena’s voice rang out not too far from Natasha. However, the redhead continued to wear a hole in the floor as she paced nervously just outside the med-bay, her stomach flipping and guilt overriding her every sense as she kept casting glances over at the door where they were currently trying to set Kate’s arm back into proper position to put a cast on it.

  Natasha had been sparring with Kate as she always did when Clint was not there at the compound. Yelena had been not too far off, leaning against the side of the ring and making comments about what the both of them could do better. It had been a relatively light-hearted and fun session, which was fairly odd considering the fact that Yelena did not get along too well with Kate usually. Especially since Kate and Natasha had been growing so close.

  However, a part of Natasha liked to think that maybe Yelena was starting to warm up to the girl. Despite how slowly and reluctantly that the process was coming along.

  It was all going extremely well, and Kate was throwing so many good punches and moves that Natasha had actually had to work to keep up with her, pride swelling in her chest as they threw themselves into the fight more fully.

  But that was when Natasha had accidentally pulled a move that had broken Kate’s arm.

  Natasha had no idea what she had been thinking and she felt positively awful. She had been in the heat of the spar, and because she most often either fought people that could forcibly fight back against the move or block it easily, she had mindlessly pulled the move. She and Yelena pulled the move on each other all the time, the both of them being more than capable of blocking it not only because of their shared training experience but also because of the fact that they sparred against each other more than they did with anyone else.

  As soon as it happened, her heart stopped, and she felt like she had been stabbed in the gut. She had swarmed Kate quickly, worrying over her and uttering endless apologies. However, despite the pain that Kate had so obviously been feeling, she reassured Natasha that everything was fine and that she was alright.

  It still did not reassure Natasha in the manner that the sweet goofball meant for it to, and she still felt sick about it even now. She could not believe that she had hurt Kate. Sweet, precious, innocent Kate. Granted, she would have felt just as sick if it had been Yelena, but she really felt bad for hurting Kate since Kate did not even have the ability to defend herself from Natasha’s more advanced moves.

  “Actually, this could actually even be a good thing. It taught us that you should only spar with me from now on,” Yelena’s teasing quip hit Natasha’s ears and pulled her somewhat out of her guilt-ridden stupor.

  Natasha glared at her unhappily, intensely displeased with the fact that Yelena was joking about something like that. It was primarily because right now she felt so bad about what she did to Kate that she almost felt that she could puke.

  “This is not the time, Yelena,” Natasha firmly told her. Yelena quickly grew more serious at the use of her actual name instead of one of the typical adoring pet names that Natasha always used with her.

  Natasha continued to pace, and as she turned around to begin yet another round, she suddenly found Yelena standing in her way. Natasha stopped there before her, freezing as she gazed into her baby sister’s eyes. Yelena just stared at her, those beautiful, loving honey greens locking onto Natasha’s gaze and seeing directly into her soul.

  Natasha just stared at her silently, and Yelena stepped toward her, raising her hands and touching either side of Natasha’s neck as she held her gently and offered silent support in the form of physical affection. Natasha stepped closer to her, and Yelena shifted nearer as well so that their foreheads met.

  Natasha looked down, letting out a deep breath, and Yelena rubbed her thumbs along Natasha’s neck. Natasha reached up, sliding her hands between Yelena’s arms so that she could grab Yelena’s cheeks and cradle them softly in her grasp.

  “She’s okay, Natashka. Her arm’s broken, but she’s fine. It’ll heal,” Yelena assured her, her voice quiet, and Natasha shook her head slowly, swallowing hard as she kept her eyes focused on Yelena’s collarbone instead of meeting her eyes.

  “I didn’t mean to. I feel absolutely horrible,” Natasha confessed, her heart aching as she thought of the girl and the look of pain that had contorted itself on her face when Natasha had hurt her. It was something that she was sure was going to haunt her for a long time in the future.

  “I know, and dumb, old Katie-Bear knows that, too. And don’t feel bad. It does her good to get a reality check every once in a while. Enemies won’t be that forgiving,” Yelena admitted to the redhead, her fingers shifting up just barely to touch the underside of Natasha’s jaw. Natasha shook her head slowly.

  “She trusted me. She trusted me not to hurt her, and I—”

  “She still trusts you. Didn’t you see that stupid look in her eyes?” Yelena questioned, and Natasha found herself thankful for Yelena’s attempts at making her feel better even though she knew that Yelena did not want her to be so close with Kate. It meant a lot to Natasha that Yelena was pushing aside those feelings to try to make Natasha feel better, despite the fact that Natasha felt like the bad guy right now and that it was going to take a lot more to get her to let go of the guilt.

  “Hey, do you remember giving me a black eye that one time?” Yelena asked, and Natasha immediately felt a fresh wave of guilt come over her, remembering the moment well. Yelena shook her head, grasping Natasha a little tighter as she forced Natasha’s head to angle up a little more. Natasha accidentally met Yelena’s gaze at that moment, and something in Yelena’s stare forced Natasha to maintain the eye contact.

  “I still trust you after that. I trust you more than anyone in the world. It was an accident, and accidents happen,” Yelena whispered to her softly, searching Natasha’s gaze, and Natasha let out a deep breath.

  “And if Katie doesn’t know it was an accident, which is not going to happen, I’ll just kick her in the—”

  “Miss Romanoff? Miss Belova?” a doctor spoke up, and the both of them looked over at the person that had come out of Kate’s room. Yelena ran her hands further down Natasha’s neck, resting them at the base of it as she looked over at the intruder to their moment. Natasha lowered her hands in a similar position on Yelena as well, her eyes locking with the doctor’s. She tentatively released Yelena, approaching the doctor.

  “Is everything okay with her?” Natasha instantly questioned, and the doctor just smiled calmly at her, nodding her head.

  “Yes, she’s fine. We had to put her under, but she’s doing well now,” she assured them calmly, and Natasha let out a deep breath, feeling a bit of relief wash over her. However, it was quickly replaced by the emotions she had been feeling just moments before.

  “Can we see her?” Natasha asked nervously, shifting a bit in place as nervousness and guilt still ate at her. However, she quickly felt Yelena’s torso pressed to her back, and the blonde rested her chin on Natasha’s shoulder as she looked between the woman and Natasha.

  “Of course. Just keep in mind that she’s not really with it at the moment, so be gentle with her because she’s very likely going to be very emotional,” the doctor explained, and Yelena let out a small huff near Natasha’s ear.

  “Oh, boy, the last thing we need is a sobbing sap,” Yelena muttered softly in teasing so that only Natasha could hear her, turning her head as her breath tickled at Natasha’s ear. Natasha shrugged her shoulder out from under Yelena’s chin as she tilted her head and moved her ear against her shoulder to relieve the ticklish sensation. Yelena chuckled under her breath, and as soon as Natasha had loosened her shoulder, Yelena returned to her previous spot of leaning against her.

  “Thank you so much for taking care of her. Tony should send you the payment later,” Natasha explained, and the doctor nodded with a smile.

  “Of course. Let me know if there are any complications,” the woman told them before heading out to leave. Natasha took in a small breath, approaching the door and heading inside. Yelena moved away from her shoulder, still remaining close behind her as she started to speak softly from where she was walking behind Natasha.

  “So this is either going to be a total sob fest or—”

  “TASHA!!! You’re here!!! I’d recognize that carrot top anywhere!!!” a ridiculously goofy voice cried out, and Yelena snorted hard just behind Natasha, laughs escaping her that sounded positively gleeful.

  “Comedic gold!” Yelena whispered joyfully, finishing her statement from just a moment before. Natasha wasted no time in hurrying over to Kate’s side to the chair that was conveniently placed next to Kate’s bedside, and she did not miss how Yelena quickened her pace, her phone in hand as she no doubt started to record Kate.

  She simultaneously tried to pull up her own chair directly next to Natasha so that she could get her fair share of affection since she seemed to know that Kate was about to be the center of Natasha’s attention. Yelena threw her leg over Natasha’s as she sat down, ensuring that a part of her was holding a piece of Natasha’s focus.

  “Kate, sweetheart, are you okay?” Natasha questioned, reaching out and taking the girl’s good hand in her own. Kate giggled ridiculously, flopping her head over to the side dramatically to face Natasha. Yelena snorted at the sight of it, keeping her phone centered on Kate. Natasha decided that she would not say anything about Yelena recording Kate as long as Yelena acted civil and allowed Natasha to give Kate comfort. However, she would definitely not allow Yelena to share the video with anyone.

  “I’m doing swimmingly,” Kate pronounced the word with far too much enthusiasm considering the fact that her eyes were half-lidded and she was not even hardly able to focus on too much with that stupid, giant, dopey grin. Natasha nodded, swallowing hard as her grip tightened on Kate’s hand.

  “I am so sorry, shchenok. I would have never hurt you for anything in the world,” Natasha assured her softly, squeezing Kate’s hand gently in her grasp, barely resisting the urge to bend her head down and press her lips against the skin there. She did not know how Kate would feel about it if she were actually fully sober and she also did not want to test the limits of Yelena’s ability to share since the blonde was doing so well so far.

  “Hey, don’t be sad. Be happy. Don’t worry, be happy,” Kate started to very goofily sing terribly out of tune. Yelena’s grin was growing bigger by the minute.

  Natasha let out a deep sigh, understanding that at this point, Kate was unable to have a serious conversation. Therefore, Natasha resigned herself to just trying to be there for the girl in any way she could.

  “I’m really glad you’re okay,” Natasha told her softly, and Kate just looked at her with some confusion.

  “Why wouldn’t I be? I feel like a million bucks. Maybe even more than that. Like… A gazillion,” Kate overemphasized her words again, and Natasha felt her heart swelling with fondness. Kate was utterly out of it right now, and it was somehow so adorable and endearing to Natasha. It even made just a little of her overwhelming guilt fade away for the moment.

  “Oh, wow… Call Stark, he’s got someone to fill that accountant spot he’s been trying to hire somebody for,” Yelena quipped, and Kate sluggishly shifted her gaze to Yelena, a huge, silly smile gracing her face.

  “Yelena Banana! You’re here!!!”

  “Hi, Katie,” Yelena greeted, testing out the nickname on Kate with definitive excitement in her tone. Natasha knew Yelena was eager to see how Kate would respond to her most hated nickname.

  “Don’t call me Katie,” Kate slurred, somehow managing to think clearly enough to catch onto what Yelena had said. Natasha shook her head, huffing at the two of them and their nonstop antics.

  “Why not?” Yelena questioned, no doubt hoping for some manner of insane answer as she grinned. Natasha used one of her hands to squeeze Yelena’s knee that was currently thrown over her own leg.

  “My dad called me Katie… It was his special nickname and nobody else is allowed to call me that,” Kate randomly pointed out, her eyes starting to well up with tears by the end of her statement. Yelena’s eyes went wide as she froze for a short moment, taking in the information. Natasha felt her heart aching for Kate as the both of them suddenly very unexpectedly came to the realization of precisely why that Kate did not want anyone calling her the nickname.

  “Don’t cry, sweetie, it’s okay… Look, you want me to go bring some ice cream for you?” Natasha asked her gently as she moved her hand away from Yelena to take Kate’s hand in both of her own. Yelena frowned a little over at Natasha, but she was mostly so bewildered by Kate’s oddly emotional answer that she did not really have much of a verbal protest to accompany her glare.

  “Yeah… I want some choco-loco swirly kind,” Kate declared resolutely, and Natasha chuckled lightly at the girl.

  “Choco-loco?” Natasha questioned, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the girl. Kate nodded a little, her eye barely open.

  “Yeah… Good stuff,” Kate drowsily informed her. Natasha smiled slightly, starting to make a move to get up. As soon as she did, both Kate and Yelena let out noises of protest. Yelena’s was mostly because she wanted to keep her leg-rest, but Kate’s was far more panicked despite how totally sluggish that she was.

  Kate looked as if she was going to cry as she reached out desperately and grabbed for Natasha’s hand. She tried her best to reach out her broken arm as well, and she let out a whine, tears starting to fill her eyes at both the physical and emotional pain.

  “Please, wait, don’t go, don’t leave me, Tasha,” Kate begged, her voice cracking despite how ridiculously goofy that it sounded at this point with its miserable slur. Natasha swiftly sat back down next to her. Kate swiftly yet clumsily scrambled over to grasp her hand once again.

  “Fruitcake,” Yelena muttered under her breath, her voice barely a breath as she uttered the word, her eyes widening a little momentarily to accentuate her declaration.

  “Sweetheart, I thought you wanted ice cream,” Natasha pointed out, and Kate paused for a moment, thinking about it carefully.

  “Yeah…”

  “I have to get up to get you some ice cream,” Natasha told her, and Kate shook her head, getting increasingly worked up. Yelena was eagerly and pointedly aiming her camera in the brunette’s direction as she filmed the interaction.

  “No, don’t leave me, I need you. You’re the best… person I’ve ever had,” Kate slurred horribly, and Natasha felt her heart breaking for the poor kid. She let out a deep breath, deciding that she was going to stay if it would make Kate feel calmer.

  Kate did her best to reach out to Natasha with her broken arm once again, and she winced, whining a little as she looked blankly around, raising her head from the pillow as she fought to keep her eyes open enough to take in her surroundings. She was obviously terribly confused as to why she was hurting, and Natasha was honestly not sure if the girl even remembered she broke her arm.

  “Who’s got my arm?” Kate questioned, moving it the best that she could despite the fact it was in a cast. Yelena huffed in reply to her and moved her leg against Natasha, signifying her own need for affection since Kate was taking up so much of Natasha’s attentions. Natasha patiently moved one of her hands and softly squeezed Yelena’s thigh just above her knee.

  “You do. You broke your arm, Kate Bishop,” Yelena acknowledged, and Kate furrowed her brow, looking down cluelessly at her arm as she inspected it for a long moment.

  “I look like Iron Man,” Kate stated in realization as she looked at her cast. Natasha chuckled in spite of herself, truly thankful that Kate had not launched into tears at the realization that her arm was broken, and Kate moved her injured arm slightly at the shoulder as she maintained a grasp on Natasha’s hand.

  “Whee! Pew, pew!” Kate very drunkenly made noises to mimic her role, and Yelena shook her head slowly.

  “For sure… Just stop waxing your mustache and you’ll be his twin,” Yelena sarcastically stated, and Natasha huffed in spite of herself, both of the girls successfully making her laugh despite the guilt that was eating at her even now. Yelena grinned slightly with pride, pleased with herself for making Natasha laugh.

  There was a long silence as Kate finally settled down for a moment. Natasha let out a breath, and Yelena turned off her camera. The both of them were beginning to think that the brunette was perhaps finally asleep. Natasha stroked Yelena’s knee, rubbing it gently with her thumb as she watched Kate carefully.

  Just as she started to lean back in her chair to relax a little and engage in quiet conversation with Yelena, Kate suddenly spoke up.

  “Do you think stars have feelings?” Kate randomly questioned, her eyes opening a little once again as she turned her head to face Natasha with an adorable sparkle in those dazed gunmetal blues.

  Natasha shrugged, honestly not sure how to reply, but just as she opened her mouth to agree with her more verbally, Yelena seized the moment to speak.

  “Have you lost your mind? Stars don’t have feelings,” Yelena immediately responded, looking at Kate as if she had sprouted two more heads as she quickly pulled the videoing option back up onto her phone as she aimed her camera at Kate once again.

  “What?!” Kate demanded, looking positively horrified as she gaped at the blonde. Her eyes were larger than they had been the entire time that Natasha and Yelena had been there with her. Natasha looked back at Yelena in warning, trying desperately to ward her off this track.

  “They don’t have feelings. They’re things,” Yelena added despite Natasha’s frantic shakes of her head. Kate’s eyes were ridiculously wide as she gaped at Yelena.

  “My dad said they did!” Kate protested, her voice growing thick as she argued pitifully.

  “Well, he definitely didn’t know what he was talking about,” Yelena commented quietly, but it was unfortunately not quiet enough to keep Kate from hearing her, and Kate immediately looked as if she were going to officially break down into tears.

  “He lied to me?!!!” Kate cried, finally bursting into tears, and Yelena raised her eyebrows as Natasha lightly smacked Yelena’s leg.

  “Hi, guys, a little birdie told me that the other best archer in the world had an accident, so I brought you a little something—”

  Natasha looked back at the person who had just come into the door, and Yelena craned her neck to look behind her as well. To their surprise, it was Carol Danvers standing there in the doorway and grasping a tub of ice cream in her hand. Her eyes were somewhat widened, and she was staring at the kid currently wailing aloud.

  “Oh, wow… She’s worse off than I thought,” Carol trailed off, raisin her hand up to grasp at the back of her cap somewhat awkwardly, allowing her hand to trail down through her hair as she looked at Kate.

  Carol had been visiting the compound for a short time to check on everyone and to spend some time with them, and this entire incident with Kate had just happened to fall during the period that she would be visiting the group. Judging by the tub of ice cream Carol had clutched in her hand, Natasha assumed that FRIDAY had taken initiative and told Carol about Kate’s need for ice cream.

  Natasha waved her in, and Carol looked a little hesitant.

  “What’s going on?” Carol ventured as she stepped into the room and approached very tentatively. Natasha let out a deep sigh as she looked up at her friend, and Yelena was somewhere between glaring over at Carol and gaping at Kate.

  “Yelena told her that stars don’t have feelings,” Natasha whispered, leaning toward Carol, and Carol furrowed her brow, taking in the thought.

  “But they don’t?” Carol questioned uncertainly, shifting her gaze between Kate, Yelena, and Natasha. Yelena immediately forwent any attempts at glaring at Carol in favor of nodding her head eagerly to her new ally in this fight.

  “That’s what I said!” Yelena cried, and Kate just sobbed even more loudly.

  “Yelena!” Natasha scolded, and Yelena let out a deep sigh before looking at Kate once again.

  “Look, Katie-Bear, it’s not so bad! Stars are big balls of gas! And that’s pretty cool,” Yelena pointed out, trying to make things better mostly because Natasha seemed a little less than pleased with her at the moment.

  Kate immediately stared at her, stopping her tears altogether for a short moment. Carol and Natasha looked at one another, and Carol uncertainly placed the tub of ice cream on the nearby table as she withdrew a spoon from her pocket and sat it on top of the tub.

  Kate’s lower lip trembled and she looked horrified suddenly as she stared at Yelena.

  “THEY’RE FARTS?!!!”

  “Sure! And that’s pretty cool, right?! See, look, Boomer over here,” Yelena jabbed a thumb in Carol’s direction as she used one of her special nicknames for the taller blonde, “flies into the sky, and when she thinks nobody’s looking, she passes gas, and boom! A brand-new star is made!”

  “Wow,” Carol deadpanned, looking terribly unimpressed as she shifted her gaze between the other three women in the room.

  “THEY’RE CAROL’S FARTS?!!!”

  “Yeah! She farts stars! Isn’t she special?!” Yelena nodded encouragingly, and Natasha let out a deep, long breath as she leaned back in her chair a little, still squeezing Kate’s hand with one of her own.

  “That is literally the worst description of the Big Bang Theory that I’ve ever heard,” Natasha muttered under her breath, rubbing her forehead with her free hand as she fought an incoming headache.

  “You’ve never been to space, have you?” Carol asked, and Yelena wrinkled her nose in disgust as she offered Carol a onceover.

  “No, and I’m not planning to with you gassing up the place,” Yelena declared, and Natasha finally leaned forward with a groan, reaching out to tentatively touch Kate’s face and wipe away her tears as she dislodged Yelena’s leg from where it was resting on her own. Yelena protested immediately, making some noise of unhappiness. However, Kate sniffled hard, stopping in her sobs as she took in Natasha’s affections.

  “It’s okay, shchenok. Stars have feelings just like me and you,” Natasha assured her, and she could practically feel Carol and Yelena sharing a glance behind her back.

  The two of them were strange in that way. One moment, Yelena would be hating her and seeing her as some sort of enemy because she was a female that was friends with Natasha, but then the next moment, they were allies against Natasha in the weirdest of things.

  Kate just nodded a little, already looking significantly calmer, and Natasha gently stroked her face. Immediately, the girl’s eyelids started to close more, sleepiness taking over her, and Natasha smiled gently as a thought came to her mind.

  “Sweetie, why don’t you close your eyes? I’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” Natasha assured her, and Kate started to try to open her eyes to protest.

  However, as Natasha started to trail her fingertips along Kate’s cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, Kate quickly started to loosen and grow significantly more peaceful as the sensations tickled at her face softly. Kate leaned her head toward Natasha as she enjoyed the touch in pure bliss, a small smile on her face.

  After a while of this, Natasha started to slow her movements and tentatively begin to pull her hand away from Kate.

  “Alright… I’m going to head out. I’ll come back and visit later with the ice cream when she’s more conscious,” Carol told the sisters softly with a friendly, easygoing smile, picking up the tub and the spoon. Natasha nodded to her, looking back at her as she returned the smile.

  As Carol headed out, Natasha leaned back, settling against her chair. Yelena immediately threw her leg over Natasha’s where it had been moments ago. Natasha let out a small huff, looking over at Yelena as she rested her left arm on her chair and her right hand on Yelena’s knee.

  Yelena suddenly leaned over, resting the side of her head against Natasha’s shoulder with a sullen huff. Natasha raised an eyebrow, looking down at her the best that she could considering Yelena’s proximity.

  “What’re you grumpy about?” Natasha questioned, and Yelena shifted her head so that her nose and lips were touching the side of Natasha’s neck near her ear. She huffed again unhappily, and Natasha immediately realized precisely what Yelena wanted. However, she was waiting for Yelena to actually verbalize it as a smirk started to form on her face.

  “What’s that?” Natasha asked teasingly, her voice a gentle whisper. Yelena let out another breath, pushing her nose harder against Natasha.

  “Still didn’t catch it,” Natasha muttered, her smirk growing across her face ridiculously widely at her baby sister’s adorableness.

  “I want you to do that to me,” Yelena finally grumbled under her breath, obviously terribly embarrassed of her words judging by the small growl in her voice as she tried to remain gruff and tough in spite of what she was asking for.

  Natasha wasted no time in reaching up her hand and running her fingertips along Yelena’s face. She could feel Yelena smiling against the side of her neck, craning her head back as she allowed Natasha more room to stroke her throat and neck softly.

  “I love you,” Natasha whispered softly, the feeling welling up within Natasha so strongly that she had to vocalize it. Yelena pressed a small kiss against Natasha’s neck where her face was squished against her.

  “I love you, too.”

[bi-demon-ium]

an extremely stupid snippet i wrote and never posted just to offset that devastating angst slightly<3

featuring: nicholas being extremely high (for medical reasons) and also extremely enamored with milligan

(ao3.)

Nicholas was extremely out of it right now. Extremely, very out of it.

Namely, absolutely loopy.

He smiled, a little dizzily, up at Milligan.

“Wow,” he said, voice slower than usual, almost slurred. “You’re… mmm. Whoo’re you.”

“I am Milligan,” Milligan said, solemn as an oath.

“Mllgn.”

“…close enough.”

“He’s on the good shit, huh?” said Number Two.

“Yes,” said Milligan, and then, over-enunciating, “He is on the ‘good shit’. One tends to be after taking that many pain meds, admittedly for good medical reasons.”

“He’ll be fine,” said Rhonda reassuringly.

“Th’strs… are beautiful,” said Nicholas, staring up at the ceiling.

“The stars?” Number Two repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Nicholas looked over at them, unfocused. “Mm.” he said, and then he seemed to, as much as he could, focus on Milligan. “Ohhh,” he said. “Stars.”

Milligan’s face absolutely did not feel hot, and Number Two and Rhonda could Shut It.

He stepped closer to the bed—pointedly ignoring the looks Number Two and Rhonda exchanged, each full of amusement at his expense—and said, gently but firmly, “Mr. Benedict. Do you know where you are?”

Nicholas blinked at him, eyes slow and huge like a kitten’s.

“…Hospitl?” he said, surprisingly coherent.

Milligan winced. “Not exactly,” he said.

“Ah,” said Nicholas wisely. “Bad hpsltl. hoss—spit—all. Yes.”

Milligan sighed.

“Oh, oh, ohohoh,” Nicholas gasped. “Millgn. Cl’sr.”

“Closer?”

He nodded eagerly.

Milligan slowly, hesitantly, leaned forwards.

Clumsily, Nicholas reached forward, fingers trembling a little with the effort, and then—gently, and ever-so-carefully, brushed a long strand of hair behind Milligan’s ear.

Then he let his arm fall back and beamed. “Bttr!” he declared.

Milligan was not blushing, no matter how much Rhonda was snickering.

“Very pr’tty,” Nicholas said, very seriously. “Nice hair.”

“He is very lucky I don’t have a camera,” said Rhonda.

Milligan sighed. “…thank you, Nicholas,” he said.

Nicholas blinked up at him almost dolefully. “Oh,” he said. “Y’cll’d me… you said my name.”

Milligan closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “Yes,” he said, feeling it was safest just to agree.

Nicholas beamed at him, incredibly bright and unrestrained. And then he fell asleep.

“We’re just gonna leave you two alone,” said Number Two, clearly about to laugh.

Milligan glared at them both as they left, although there was no real heat in it.

(When Nicholas woke, he called Milligan “handsome” three times, “beautiful” six, and just said “wow” upon seeing him twice. When a curl flopped in his face at one point and he just sort of stared at it cross-eyed, Milligan gave into temptation and gently brushed it aside, and Nicholas looked at him like he’d just hung the moon. Milligan, of course, definitely only stayed because someone needed to stay by his bedside, and the others had cruelly abandoned him to the task. Not because Nicholas kept looking at him as though he has the secrets to the universe written on his face.)

(Later, when the medication had worn off, Nicholas didn’t seem to remember anything. Until Rhonda had slyly asked if he thought Milligan was ‘as beautiful as the stars’ and he’d gone red and dropped what he was holding and then acted entirely too suspicious in his denial of whatever she was talking about.)

[infernal-fire]

Hii I don’t know if you’re taking any requests but I was wondering could you do a dubcon stucky fic or something like reader took medication or something of that nature and dark stucky uses the readers loopy ness as a way to sleep with her like their very soft towards reader but now their playing into their own desires ( can it also please include degrade and praise please 🙃) I love your writing btw

okay so i really tried but im just getting out of my writing slump so im a litttllee bit rusty.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, mention of drugs (just anaesthesia), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), a bit of degradation, some praise kink, abuse of authority?? 

Wc: 850

Stay Under

“Hey doc, how long is she gonna be loopy for?”

“Typically, the recovery period is about one hour, but the anaesthesiologist estimated about double the time for it to wear off. She had a combination of other meds,” your surgeon nonchalantly called over his shoulder as he left the room.

Bucky considered the information before picking you up from the chair. In your trance, you could barely tell who was who. It was quite obvious though - long, dark brown hair was shrouding your field of vision, confirming your belief of the person being Bucky.

“Tie your hair back Buck, she can’t see.”

That had to be Steve. There was a rough, smoky timbre weaved in his voice, one that was easily recognizable to anyone who worked with him. 

“You guys didn’t have to... Uhm...,” you trailed off, losing your train of thought.

“Pick you up? We know,” Bucky finished your sentence for you and passed you over to Steve. You unceremoniously flopped into his arms, head accidentally knocking on his chest. 

“But we want to,” Steve winked. He picked you up, cradling your frame bridal style. When you tried to protest, he shushed you and reminded you that your legs are barely working.

Being a new Avenger had its ups and its downs; Recently, Tony had designed you your very own suit. A very notable ‘up’. 

As for the ‘down’, you had to have sensors inserted into your arms for some of the tech to work. Stark elected to puncture sensors into himself with a makeshift device when he was experimenting with the Iron Man suit. You, however, weren’t very tolerable to pain and elected to have them surgically implanted. 

As far as your incomprehensive knowledge of anaesthetics went, you were pretty sure regional or local anaesthetic would do the trick. Too naive to actually confirm this with Tony, you simply agreed with your Captain and Sargeant when they demanded asked your surgeon to put you under. 

So here you are, being carried to what you had assumed was your room.

“I just wanna sleep,” you mumbled, now nestling your head into Steve’s chest. Someone cooed, (or maybe both of them did), as the door opened. You were placed on the bed where you quickly rolled to your side, beginning to doze off. 

Most of your body was numb, but you did realize that your surgical gown had come off because your nipples pebbled upon the exposure to air. Fingers danced across your skin, rubbing and lightly pinching the buds. You couldn’t feel much, because if you did, you would know that Steve was tugging on them quite roughly. Between your legs, you felt something wet and soft poke around your folds, which finally woke you up.

Groaning, you pick up your head, only to see Bucky lapping away at your entrance like a man starved. You moaned, now able to tune in more to the sensations bestowed upon you, because you registered that it was happening.

“What?” you whined.

“Shh, you’re doing so good,” Steve assured, nibbling on your earlobe. He turned your head to the side where his lips moved against your own. You felt extremely exposed, your legs spread open, on your back. 

Suddenly, the most powerful feeling of numbness washed over like electricity. Though you initially didn’t understand what it was, it wasn’t hard to tell that you had come when Bucky stood up, wiping his mouth. 

“Look at her, all fucked out,” Bucky chuckled.

“Bet she wouldn’t even need drugs to be our little cockslut.” You yelped as the blunt head of a cock rubbed your slick slit.

“She would’ve opened her legs if you showed her a cock. Little whore,” Bucky finished as Steve breached your pussy. 

Bucky pinched your mouth and you opened your jaw to alleviate the pain. 

“I don’t…” you began to complain before Bucky’s cock plunged into your channel.

You gurgled and tried to push his pelvis away, but someone grabbed your hands, pinning them beside you. The soldiers began moving in tandem, Steve pushing in when Bucky pulled out. Steve didn’t have to fuck your deep or hard to touch your cervix - you felt him jammed up in there without even trying. 

“Such a good fucking girl, taking two cocks at once,” Bucky sighed. 

“Letting use her body like a little fuckdoll. That’s what you are, right baby? A fucking fuckdoll.”

Steve grasped your throat, not choking you, but just enough for you to feel it. 

“Damn Buck, I can feel your cock in there.”

“No way,” Bucky laughed, “Let me try.” He placed his hands on your lower abdomen. 

“I feel you fucking her nice and deep Stevie.”

With that, they continued to use you, your state providing no opportunity to stop the treatment. They didn’t fuck you violently; they must have known to some extent that you would have split in half if they decided to use their full force. 

And by the time the effects of your anaesthesia wears off, you’ll be too gone to say anything anyway.

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