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kavaleyre · 2 years

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Sometimes even augmented hands can shake— yet another side effect. A flaw he would get rid of. Although no one was there to see it, he wept, knowing this kind of hurt would never torment him again.

That was the last time Viktor cried.

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abbeyofcyn · 9 months

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Krang infection 43

#rottmnt #krang infection comic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #my art #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt casey junior #cw implied brain surgery #krangified donnie #did you know you didn’t have pain receptors in your brain?

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humanitysong · 4 months

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hc that va.sh doesn't care much for gender ! he has a bit of a lean towards masc & neutral gender expression . for example, I personally hc that va.sh getting top surgery was partly bcs soso many scars on his body are from traumatic events & he wanted one that actually came from a place of self-love & bodily autonomy ! ...but also because literally one chest of his had to be removed after a particularly nasty wound ( hence why he has that metal grid over his chest ) . he got annoyed by how clothes would fit him, otherwise i don't think he would have actually gotten surgery. being able however to mirror one scar that was one of the most painful & near-death experiences for him with one of his own choice, reclaiming his body does fit va.sh & is just a big part of who he is.

#❝ ˢᵒ ᵍʳᵃᵇ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏ ᵗᶦᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᶦˡˡ ᶦᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ; ᶠᶦˡˡ ᶦᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ❞╱ about .#wounds cw #death cw #surgery cw #ask to tag.#[ the cw are obviously not for the top surgery scars but the other one ]#[ story never tells us what happens but i think the fact how his chest looks implies it was really bad ]#[ ...wanna bet it happened when he protected sb bcs that's just the va.sh experience ]

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modern-day-kleavor · 11 months

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Selfie with my latest work!! :333 I can't actually show my work because I'll get flagged, so you just get the legs haha

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distopea · 11 months

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44 (for Vex or Astra)

@lured-into-wonderland

Kiss meme 💋

Today, he felt in a certain mood. Not that he could ever truly understand the deepness of his own sick brain, but he craved to hurt, and he craved to manipulate. Watching his supposed sister standing by his side - he didn’t believe in those lies, they had nothing in common after all, not even their physics - only gave him the most wicked ideas. He didn’t know why she was so hopeful regarding their relationship; there was nothing such as hope in the universe he was walking in, and the more she stayed by his side, the less she would be able to get away in one piece.

He didn’t want to anyway. For even breathing next to him, she had to pay.

“Ah…” He sighed and rolled his arm around her shoulder, pulling Nunnally closer from his chest. He had noticed how much she liked physical contact, her body shivering each time he was closer to her. Perhaps she was such a needy individual, naive and full of desperate urges, and she wouldn’t be able to voice it. It was pathetic and funny. He slid his finger against her cheek, watching with hunger the way she seemed lost with that gesture, confused by the obvious intimacy. And he loved that.

Violently, not caring if he would bruise her skin, he crushed her neck further against his side while he forced their bodies against the nearest wall. She had always claimed that she wasn’t afraid of him, but she had always been full of distrust regarding his actions; and she was only smart for that. Yet, despite all the alarms and other red flags he had been showing, she had never decided to go away. She thought that she could be unique; the one able to change him. He forced her back against the concrete, his other hand grabbing her face while he laughed and prevented any scream from escaping from his fingers. “Fuck, I think I’m in a mood.” He whispered, and watched with delight her reaction. He couldn’t say what she was experiencing right now; but surely, oh surely, she knew it wasn’t right.

With no other purpose but to take control and disgust her, he forced a kiss upon her. He glued his entire body and pinned her there, using all his strength to forbid her to move, his mouth devouring her one, tongue out to seek for hers. He wanted her to panic, to forget how to properly breathe, and to be mortified that her so lovely brother was sick to the core. Sick enough to take advantage of that situation, and why not perform actions that her flesh would carry forever. Breaking her was the most amusing game he had in a while.

“Ah little sister…” Vex smirked while he eventually parted, his eyes falling on her swollen lips, slightly more purple because of the violence of his suctions. “You look so dumb.” He chuckled and turned around, continuing his walk as if nothing had happened.

#; lured into wonderland #⌇opening the surgery room ( 𝙑𝙚𝙭 | ic )#⌇raging machine ( 𝙑𝙚𝙭 | modern main verse )#⌇bond of nothingness and neurosis ( 𝙑𝙚𝙭 / 𝙉𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 )#cw: non-con #cw: incest implied #cw: physical abuse #; tagging everything to be sure this is still a safe post #; sorry Nun but he's really fucked up

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dragonsareoverrated2 · 3 months

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Making a separate post so I can put the scar map under a cut.

Don't want anyone getting jump scared by the damn thing.

Oh and, heed the tags damn it.

//Warning for self harm, (implied) abuse, pokemon abuse, and scars under the cut

To explain a couple.

My Rival (An asshole, who got kinda better but I still dont like him) hated that I kept beating him in battle, and a lot of the times this turned into physical fights. He stabbed me a couple times with a pocket knife he had (a few stabs healing better than others) and had his Salamence bite me, thing was scared of him, so it listened.

My Father-... his form of punishment for misbehavior is... dragon claw. Im not saying anything further on that.

I scraped my knees so often they scarred, and Ive fell on some rocks poorly before.

Ive been clean of intentional self harm for 6 years, most of it now is just me forgetting I have fucking talons sometimes and scratching too much.

And... ... A particular Xenophobic legendary was very resistant to being caught because it knew my intentions... so it aimed at me a lot with its attacks. That wasn't fun.

And I dont think I need to explain the surgery scars on my chest, my ears-... they are naturally pointed and I tried to get them cropped when I was 18- ... they grew back because of the blood.

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #what's with the dragons?#Dragon Pains (Arc Tag)#//Ask to tag #cw scars #cw implied abuse #cw pokemon abuse #cw self harm #cw sh #cw stabbing #cw surgery #//Mod Reference

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abbeyofcyn · 8 months

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Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles AUs

Phantom Pain

Donnie was finally back to normal. At least.... he was no longer feral. But months of being infected takes its toll and Leo has lost a lot to get him back. It's not easy having two idiots who can't deal with emotions as brothers for Mikey.

Start reading here

Hiatus

CW: nightmares, amputation

Tags: #phantom pain comic

Krang infection sequel

We're not Kappa!

When a rat turns a 1000 years old they become a Kyūsu. They grow large like a cat and have been known to take care of orphan kittens, but this old rat found four turtles in strange green ooze. The Kyūsu did not expect the second physical change in his long life nor did he expect to raise four not-quite kappa in modern Japan.

Tag: #we're not kappa! au

CW: none

Wretched Little Pests

Draxum, Splinter, April. All dead. Shredder won, the Krang won. The brothers must survive and will fight to protect each other no matter the cost.

Collaboration AU

Read the comics here

CW: death, injuries, murder, savage mode

Tag: #wretched little pests au

Krang Infection

Two years after the invasion, Donnie feels sick and his gut instinct tells him it's very different from the rat flu.

Start reading here

Completed

CW: minor body horror, implied amputation, non graphic brain surgery

Tags: #krangified Donnie #Krang infection comic

False Memory

All the brothers have had nightmares from the Apocalypse pop up and ruining their sleep. Casey confirmed that what they've dreamt actually happened to their counterparts in his timeline. They refer to it as 'false memories'. Leo wakes up to the worst 'memory' he's had thus far.

Start reading here

Completed

CW: death

Brains and Brawn Apocalypse

Donnie and Raph lost their brothers during the apocalypse when they were only in their twenties. Now, in their thirties, there's not much hope left for them to win this war.

Several one shots: overview

Completed

CW: death

Great, what's next...

A poll based adventure with Donnie as the main character

Start reading here

Discontinued

CW: none

#AU overview #brains and brawn Apocalypse au #krang infection comic #wretched little pests au #we're not kappa! au #false memories #rottmnt #no tcest #wip going to add links please be patient

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albertkensington · 2 years

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Boy howdy now this is a corruption arc if u ever saw one huh

Oh to become the Lord of Limgrave's pet boytoy and age like a fine grafted up wine

#eldenringverse #ooc #nsft #mod art #cw body horror #cw: gore #cw implied death #cw surgery #cw bare chest #well like. barely covered chest.

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diejager · 4 months

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Hey! I love your monster au and was wondering how Monster! TF 141 + König and Horangi would react to Y/N getting a serious/ life-threatening injury during mission?

This reminds me of your request @thatgirlwhocantfindausername

Cw: injury, blood and gore, monster 141 cod, overprotective, implied death, worry, tell me if I missed any.

You were rushed to the ER for an emergency surgery to take care of at least a dozen bullet wounds, consciousness hanging on a loose thread and body standing between blood loss and high on morphine. The nurses had to keep the TF from barging into the operation room to let the surgeons and doctors do their work, then security was called to have them escorted to the waiting room, somberly filling the corridor with their dark mood.

They spent hours upon hours wondering if you’d make it, the most pessimistic of them already fearful and minds shutting down at the simple thought of burying you, or scattering your ashes, or being the bearer of bad news for the rest of your relatives. Despite the stoic mess in their faces, lips pulled thinly and eyes shadowed, there were little signs of panic, a crack in their facade that showed their terror and worry. They shouldn’t have let you go without them, without at least one of them by your side.

Price looked as if he’d burst a vessel, his jaw clenched and fingers locked together to stop himself from fidgeting. König didn’t share the reserve, finger fidgeting, scratching at the loose thread of his gloves or the cuff of his shirt. Ghost wasn’t far from working his hands, his restlessness coming off from his leg, bouncing endlessly as he burned a hole into the floor. Soap was mumbling, quiet words lost to everyone’s ears, and it seemed like Horangi and Alejandro occupied their thoughts the same, hisses and swears slipping from their tongues like a waterfall. Gaz’s face looked the most pained, biting his pretty lips and brows screwed together, his eyes closed to block out his visions. And Rudolfo, the most human of them all, felt his tears blur his vision, staring blankly at the wall with trembling lips and a heart-wrenching expression.

When the head surgeon came out in clean garbs and heavy bags under his eyes, his smile took away the heaviness that weighted on the group’s shoulders, telling them that you would be fine and that you made it, albeit hooked up on painkillers, liquids, and other substance to keep you stable. The surgeon had warned them that you’d be coming in and out of sleep, dazed and in pain, that you’d mumble and whimper, but you never lucid enough to be conscious of your words.

And the moment your eyes open, blinking away the sleep that clung to your mind, the rushed to your side, whispering prises and encouragements, happiness and relief spilling from their every pores as they give you space to breathe and take a moment to take in your situation, mind still swimming in drugs and pain. They spend your recovery sitting in your room, occupying your time with small stories and little banter, making sure that every moment you spent in bed were joyful ones.

Despite the long recovery - a week spent at the hospital and a few more unable to put in any work - they clung to you, leaving one or two of them sticking by your side in case of an accident or an emergency. They were ready to help you with anything: bathing, eating, massages, or sleeping, as long as it caused you a bit of pain or annoyance.

Oh, +1000000% big guard dog privileges. None of them will let you go off on your own anymore, you’ll have one at your every beck and call, following you around like a lost pup.

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loveundrwrld · 6 months

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rich yandere x con artist/scammer reader (gender neutral)

cw: blackmailing, unhealthy relationship (on both sides, lol), implied stalking, etc.

you, a young, attractive person struggling with finances, have a clever way of getting by.

it was simple- you flirt and attract rich, lonely people. the dumber the better.

once you get your hooks into them, you move into their place as their significant other (letting you live in luxury apartments and mansions rent-free.) you ask for expensive gifts. you “borrow” small items from his house that you can sell, like watches or rings.

and, if they have not caught on to you at that point- you do your final trick- you cry and say you desperately need a lot of money, for one reason or the other. you say you need it for college tuition, or you say that your mother desperately needs surgery.

and then, once you get the money you’re looking for- you find one way or another to disappear from their life. make them think that you run off with someone else so they won’t want you back. you use a new fake name, each time- so they wouldn’t even know where to look for you even if they did.

you set your eyes on a new target and you initially think that he’ll be an easy con. even more so than usual. you set your sights on rich yandere, a nepo baby heir to the fortune of a successful company.

he’s very sheltered, very inexperienced. it seems that he’s never dated anyone before you. it's no surprise, then, that he falls for each of your lies so easily without any questions.

all that you have to do in return is kiss him, tell him you love him, and let him hold you. very simple for someone who’s used to that sort of thing and more with people you barely know.

he moves in with you very quickly- letting you live with him in a big, beautiful mansion far faster than even you expected.

when you try tell him your planned out sob story, he just shushes you, kisses you sweetly, and gives you whatever you want when you ask. there’s no need to stress, baby, he’s there for you.

after a while you start getting cocky, forgetting to apply your typical level of caution. you ask for far more money than usual with your scheme. and far more often.

surprisingly, rich yandere never seems to care at all. and never seems to notice when your stories don’t add up together.

actually, now that you think about it, he never even asked how you were doing in college even after he gave you all that money for “tuition” . . .

after a while, you start to think . . . it’s only a matter of time before he catches on, right? and then, you start to subtly drop hints, to make your ‘mysterious’ disappearance in his life make sense. you start to mention a man you know and seeming just a little too interested in him.

you quickly see a new side to him. he stops you in your tracks one day and grabs you by the shoulders using your real name. “does he treat you as well as i do (reader)?” he asks. “remember how much money i gave you? he could never do that for you.”

frightened at being caught in your lies, you calm him down in the meanwhile and plan to escape the house at night to make your disappearance.

to your surprise, however, you notice that he's installed new security cameras right outside your shared room some time ago . . . almost like he was expecting this exact turn of events.

and if you try to escape again, well . . . he's quick to remind you. "no one else would like it if they heard what you did to me. if i tell them what you did, things could be very bad for you, baby, considering how much money you took . . .”

but, of course . . . if you don't leave him, nobody else has to know. so you won't leave him, right?

#yandere oc #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x you #if this situation sounds familiar i got inspired by that netflix thriller parody show with the really long name lol #rich guy yandere

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rosedom · 2 months

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Wanna make ftm Ayato squirt till I’m sure he’s rlly hydro 😔✊

"an unnamed player has invited KAMISATO AYATO to play . . . like waves against the shore (against me)

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!gn!reader, implied ftm!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!ayato, talks of HRT/testosterone, cunnilingus, squirting, brief mention of future aftercare .

A/N : ayato's def the guy that testosterone made wetter post-HRT than pre- !!

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

He's hot on your tongue, a heady, musky taste that covers your taste buds in a thick layer of what is undoubtedly Ayato.

(At first, he was embarrassed.

"I'm not quite... normal, down there," he'd said, once. He'd been curled up right into you, laying his head above the steady thrum of your heartbeat, thump thump thump.

You'd laughed, then, leaning down to kiss that curly tuft of his bangs. "Neither am I."

He had been misunderstood. He shook his head under you, saying, "Not that way," —meaning, not in the I'm a transgender male without bottom surgery way, but in the— "I meant in the lubrication way."

You'd almost spoken up, almost made another misunderstanding by saying something silly like, I know, I don't get wet either; but, thankfully, he'd bulldozed right on yet hid further into your chest.

"I get really, er—wet." The Kamisato Ayato, hesitant and stuttering.

You had found earlier on that this isn't quite the one-off event: not the, anymore, but your Kamisato Ayato; he can be shy, with you—only with you.)

Now, though?

He's still undoubtedly embarrassed, sure; but he's malleable in a way he wasn't a year ago, letting you hold his thighs open without protest. The only real hesitation he's got is in smothering you in warm, pasty thighs.

(He always says, "I don't wanna hurt you." Sometimes he tacks on a darling, maybe a beloved. More often, my husband.

And every time, you say, all sweet-like and contradictingly devilish, "You won't.

"Now crush me, sweetheart.")

"I told you before, 'Yato," you murmur, kissing at the bite you left on his inner thigh maybe minutes, perhaps hours, before. "Crush me."

He whines, shakes his head at you. "But—"

"Unless that 'but' is this sweet ass of yours—" you pause, lift him up by his hips to get leverage, lift him up enough to lean down and lick a stripe ass to taint to soaking wet cunt, "—I don't wanna hear it."

He whines, again, a garbled mess of your name that's already so wrecked, only so soon into the night. He's gone to wrapping his thighs around you, though, sinking into the bed sheets as you stick to his cunt and not his ass.

You lick and lick and lick, suckle and suck at him: the taste dribbles down your chin, and you try and catch it before it can fall to the bedsheets and seep in, make a mess of it.

(You'd much rather save the big mess for later, after all.)

"Oh—" His hips jump 'til you grab him, right where you did earlier except only tighter, tighter, keeping him right where you want him: hips pressed to the bed, cunt pressed to your mouth, your lips, tongue.

"Oh?" you repeat, leaning back enough to lick your lips and meet those periwinkle-pretty eyes, "'Oh,' what, Ayato, my dear?"

(Another interesting thing about your dear Kamisato Ayato: he is a glowerer.

Pouted, kiss-bitten lips, shimmering in his saliva and your own, the remnants of the biting kisses that you always, always smooth over with gentle movements of your tongue: the same movements, in fact, that you lave over his cunt like, broad yet soft strokes that make his legs shiver, make them begin to close around you.)

"Don't—don't play ignorant, please." He's divine, begging like this.

Smiling all soft-like and dopey, grinning up at his face and greedily taking in the flush that crawls from his chest, his neck, up to his rouged cheeks, you murmur, acquiesce, "I got you, darlin'," then you're dipping right back down to suckle the head of his cock and he's gone, throwing his head back and moaning loud, unabashed.

Tears are trickling down his face, you're sure, but you've been forced to shut your eyes, to focus entirely on the task at hand: slurping messily over his wettened cock, his dripping cunt. The sounds he makes are far away; his thighs are blotting out most noise, leaving you to hear only the heady thump thump thump of your blood coursing hot n' heavy through your arteries, your veins.

Like this, it's overwhelming. Ayato is erratically twitching even as he stays pushed to the bed, clawing at the sheets and you and everywhere he can reach.

Far-away lil' ah, ah, ah's reach your ears, and you smile and press your grin into his sloppy cunt as you keep right on making him feel good. He's still hot on your tongue, but more-so now, thick n' heady and drip-dripping down your throat.

"C'mon, sweetheart," you try to garble out, and whether or not Ayato hears you is irrelevant; what he does feel, however, is the vibrations of your voice against where he is most sensitive.

He also feels—weird. Weird in that oddly familiar way, that way he knows you can taste just from where you are. He's growing more wet, obscenely-so, his essence leaking out far too watery to be just his pre-, and he knows he's over.

He's a goner, just like that, and through his thighs, you hear: "'m gonna—I'm gonna—!!"

And then he's coming.

He's fucking coming, and he can't stop coming, and then there's a new, fainter taste of him in your mouth. It splatters against your face, your chin and cheeks, and it's thin as the hydro he wields dripping from your face.

"There you go," you murmur, petting his still-twitching legs, licking the corners of your lips as the taste lingers. "Felt good, hm? Good boy, letting yourself go like that."

He only pitifully mewls, shaking his head meakly and tugging you in for a lazy kiss, licking himself off of you. Kissing now, he is saying to you: kissing now, bath later.

So, in the end, yeah. You suppose that the wet mess of his cunt finally did meets the bed sheet.

(This will be awkward to explain to the housekeepers.)

i am sorry this took like, a month . . . i wrote this, and i decided it fit well enough with this cute inbox, so !! yeah c;

24 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#writing this while i had cheri cheri lady stuck in my head was a fever dream . . .#anyway !!#sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #dom reader #sub ayato #ayato smut #ayato x reader #trans ftm #trans smut #reader is implied to be tmasc !!#but i guess this counts as:#gn reader

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purplepixel · 1 month

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CW // Implied Major Injury, Discussions of Death

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Disclaimer: I am not a therapist and neither is Mikey despite what he might think. I do not know the answer to Donnie's question. But I do know that one should cherish the people in the their life and that your feelings are valid.

There are things I would change to this animatic, but I refuse to touch it. I created this last year in a 6 day art binge listening to a lyrical cover of Davy Jones locker on loop while my mom was in the hospital recovering from her open heart surgery.

Happy to say that one year later, she hiked upper/lower Yosemite falls, vernal and Nevada falls, plus all the little hikes with me and the fam over the weekend. :]

Part 1 | Part 2

#its wild to see my work one year ago vs now #when you draw turtles instead of going to therapy #youtube video is unlisted #it was too big for tumblr #pixels tortle art #pixels animations #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt animation #tmnt #rottmnt animatic #donnie #mikey #pbj duo #smarts and crafts

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bruisedboys · 10 months

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wait hold on, miguel visiting you in the hospital after you got your appendix removed 😭😭 he’s trying to hide the fact that hes worried sick

mr. grudgingly worried himself!!! I love him. thank you for the request baby 🤍 cw hospital and surgery mentions, mentions of appendix removal but nothing too graphic! no pronouns but implied fem!reader

miguel o’hara x f!reader 1k words

Visiting hours start at 10 and Miguel is at the hospital by half past nine. If the nurses didn’t know how worried sick he is for you already, they do now. He sits in the lobby and tries not to strangle the flowers he bought for you. A mesh bag full of your favourite fruits hangs over the wooden arm of his chair, along with a second bag full of more gifts. He knows he doesn’t need to buy you things, you’re most likely coming home tonight anyway, but he wants to make you feel better. And if that means blowing all his money at the grocery store then so be it.

Miguel checks his watch, which is definitely moving in slow motion, he decides. He’s already asked if he can go up and see you early. The receptionist had turned him down sympathetically. He knows he’s not allowed but he should be. He’s been left out of the loop on how you’re doing. He knows your surgery went well, knows you’re on bed rest, but aside from that he knows nothing. Are you in pain? Are you drinking enough water? Do you miss him? He doubts you miss him as much as he misses you. He’s felt horribly nauseous ever since he left you here last night.

Finally, finally, it’s ten o’clock and he’s allowed to take the elevator up to your floor. He knows your floor and room number by heart now, having gone over it again and again in his head while waiting.

He knocks on the door and then pushes it open, quietly in case you’re asleep. You’re not, you’re wide awake and staring out the window. Your turn at his arrival.

“Miguel!” You exclaim, sitting up further and attempting to shuffle out of bed.

Miguel strides over to your bed and stops you before you can make it out of the sheets, quickly placing your gifts on a small table with wheels so he can get his hands on your shoulders. He pushes you gently backwards towards the pillows. “Woah, hey. Don’t get up, sweetheart.”

You frown. “But I want to hug you.”

“I’ll do the hugging,” Miguel says. “You just stay right there and look pretty.”

You grumble but Miguel doesn’t give you much choice. He slides his hands around to your back and hugs you tight to his chest. You give in, wheedling your arms around his waist and pulling him close. Miguel strokes your hair and stares at the wall behind you, trying desperately not to cry. He’s so relieved to have you close to him and okay. Yesterday you’d been so tired, and he’d only gotten to see you for a little bit before the nurses told him to come back tomorrow. He’d barely slept, too worried and missing you too much.

“Miguel,” you murmur into his chest. You untangle yourself from him clumsily. “I missed you too, honey, but my neck is kinda cramping up.”

Miguel lets you go. “Sorry,” he says, flustered. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He pulls away, overwhelmed to say the least, his hand at your neck. He drags his thumb over your collar, “Just missed you so much, mi cielo.”

You smile bright as day. You look pretty as ever, even in your pyjamas with your hair in disarray from Miguel’s very intense hug, dark shadows under your eyes that Miguel wishes weren’t there.

“I missed you too, my love,” you say softly. “How was your night? Did you sleep okay?”

Miguel frowns at you. “I think I’m supposed to be asking you that.” He doesn’t mention that he didn’t sleep at all. He doesn’t think you need to know that.

Your laugh is soft and pleased, familiar enough to warm Miguel’s chest. He lets you go and moves away, but only to grab the visitor’s chair and pull it closer, taking a seat so his knees press into your bed. You watch him as he moves, looking a bit dopey.

Miguel feels a bit dazed himself. He takes your hands in his over the sheets.

“I got you flowers,” he tells you, bracing his elbows on his knees so he can press his mouth to your knuckles.

“You did?” You ask, delighted despite the many times Miguel’s gifted you flowers.

“Mm.” Miguel nods and lowers your hands to his lap, his thumbs rubbing lines across your knuckles. “And some other stuff, too. Do you want it now?”

You beam. “Yes, please.”

Miguel spends the next five minutes presenting you with your gifts. First, the flowers, which you hold to your chest firmly. Then, an abundance of your favourite fruits — he’s heard fruit is good to eat after an appendix removal and he kinda went overboard at the grocers. Finally, a new set of pyjamas which Miguel chose specifically because he’d thought you’d look adorable in them, lilac with flowers printed all over.

By the time he’s done you look like you’re about to burst with happiness. Or worse, burst into tears. Miguel hopes you won’t, he’s already not doing too well holding back his own. You smile at him so wide he’s sure it hurts your cheeks and lean over your array of presents to wrap your arms around him.

“Thank you,” you say softly, hands gripping the back of his shirt like he’s going to disappear. “So much, Miguel.”

Miguel rubs your back and tries not to sound too choked up when he says, “You’re welcome, sweetness.”

You give a wet sort of chuckle and pull away. Miguel is horrified to see your eyes are shining with tears, your bottom lip wobbling despite your smile.

“Don’t cry,” he tells you, panicked hands quick to grab at your cheeks, thumbs swiping your tears. “Why are you crying? You’re not in pain, are you?”

You shake your head as best you can with Miguel holding you so tight. “No. No, I’m okay, Miguel. I’m just happy to see you.” Your wrap your hands around his wrists, gently prying them off your damp face. “I missed you so much.”

Fondness for you burns in Miguel’s chest. He doesn’t tell you he also missed you an impossible amount. He doesn’t tell you he worried over you for hours and hours last night. Instead he switches his hands around so he’s holding yours, his thumbs pressing into your palms and then kisses you, chaste and sweet.

He hopes the kiss says everything he can’t.

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eyesofshinigami · 3 months

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It Takes Time

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, implied pre- S4 relationship, minor talk of injuries, tiny bit of angst, boys being soft

Prompt: For @shares-a-vest "Love is about healing each other's wounds"

WC: 1116

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 16

Even amongst the many horrible encounters with the Upside Down Steve has had, this last one was probably the worst. Steve had done everything he could to keep Eddie out of his mess, the one thing that he could never be honest with his boyfriend about, and yet Eddie had still gotten dragged in somehow.

And almost died for it.

Steve still can’t believe that it’s over. It’s finally over. Sure, his nightmares are even worse, having held the person he loved bleeding out in his arms, but they made it. They lived. They got Eddie to the hospital and after surgeries, a medical coma, and a laundry list of therapy appointments for both of them, they finally made it home.

Home is now the little house on First Street. It’s not much to look at, but it’s theirs.

Kind of like them, really.

Steve is the one that brings Eddie to the house once he’s released from the hospital. He told the kids that they could come by in a couple of days, after they’ve settled in and had a chance to collect themselves. Wayne had brought over a few things right before, and he told them he'd be back in a few days as well to check on them, just a phone call away if they needed him. It was enough to make Steve tear up.

“Come on, baby, we’re here,” he says, leaning over to kiss Eddie on the cheek. His boyfriend had fallen asleep on the drive over. Steve couldn’t blame him; he could feel tiredness settling into his own bones. He’s not 100% either, but Steve won’t be able to rest until he knows Eddie is comfortable, taken care of.

Eddie stirs and blinks his eyes, smiling when he realizes where they are. “Home?” he asks. He hasn’t gotten to see it yet, but he’s heard Steve talk about it enough. At Steve’s nod, Eddie grabs his hand and holds it for a minute. “Ours. Fuck, I can’t believe it.”

Steve smiles back. “Yup. Let’s get inside. I can show you around after we take a shower and get settled, okay?” Eddie lets out a hum of agreement and opens the car door.

They make it inside, slowly and carefully, Eddie’s eyes wide as he takes it in. Wayne and the Hopper-Byers had pitched in to give them the bare bones to start with, like a couch and a table with chairs. The only thing Steve had been adamant about getting himself was the bed, a brand new queen that they could share. When Eddie sees it, he lets out a little choked noise. “We have a bed. Our bed. It’s ours.”

“I made sure of it, baby.”

“Can we lay down together? I can’t wait to try it out.” Eddie reaches out and runs his hand along the comforter, a soft blue to go with the dark gray sheets Steve had picked out. “I know we’re not up for anything naughty, but… it would be good to lay down with you.”

Steve can’t help but kiss him. “After our shower. I have to change your bandages, too.”

Eddie squints at him. “And yours too.” Steve goes to protest, but Eddie shakes his head and crosses his arms. “Nope, you’re not getting out of it.” He wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him close, and Steve can’t help but notice how their scars mirror each other. “If you’re going to take care of me, I’m going to take care of you, okay? We’re in this together, isn’t that what you said?”

Steve nods. He remembers the way his heart jumped into his throat when Dustin and Max came scrambling into Family Video yelling about Eddie. He remembers how he wrapped Eddie up in his arms and kissed him softly, not caring who saw, after Eddie dropped the bottle when he realized that Steve had come for him. “We’re in this together, baby. I’ve got you,” he’d said.

“It is. You got me, Eds.”

Eddie smirks at him, giving him one more kiss before he pulls Steve into the ensuite. It’s pretty tiny, barely enough room for two nearly grown men, but they make it work. They strip down and climb into the shower. Normally, they would fool around a little bit, but they’re both so tired and worn down and still healing. There will be plenty of time for shower sex later, when they’re both not quite so broken and rundown. Instead, they take turns washing each other, careful of still healing wounds and old hurts alike. Steve handles Eddie like he’s made of glass, something precious he’s worried about breaking under his hands. In turn, Eddie takes his time and works the knots out of Steve’s back, days and weeks of worry built up in his muscles.

It feels like the first time Steve has been able to breathe in years.

Once they’ve dried off and both put on sweatpants, Steve pulls out the first aid kit that he’d bought right after he had started getting the house together. Eddie raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, instead they both quietly get to work.

It shouldn’t feel like second nature, patching each other up. They take turns tending hurts and rubbing creams into healing wounds, bandaging each other up as they go. There’s something that’s macabre and intimate about it, Steve thinks.

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie looks up from where he’s wrapping another bandage around Steve’s torso. “What for, sweetheart?”

His vision gets a little blurry, the wall of emotion hitting him. “That this happened to you. That you got hurt, that all of my…” the word bullshit clogs in his throat. “All of this made you hurt. You got hurt because of-”

“Don’t even, Steve. You didn’t do this to me.” Eddie cups Steve’s face so that Steve has to look at him, even with tears streaming down his face. “I just wish I could have helped you sooner, sweetheart. With Starcourt. With the junkyard. All those things you felt like you had to hide from me-”

“To protect you. To keep you safe.” Because you matter. Because I love you. Because you were the port in the storm of all these terrible things that kept happening to me.

“And you did, even at the end when you dragged me into that hospital out of the jaws of death. Baby, I wouldn’t even be here without you. But I’m here. We’re here.”

“We’re here,” Steve repeats, leaning close to press their foreheads together.

Even scarred as they are, they will heal from this. It’ll take time, and hopefully it’s the end for real this time, but Steve’s not alone.

#les writes things #steddie #steddielovemonth #rating: g #established relationship

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thepenultimateword · 6 months

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A Little Bit of Madness

CW: serious Injury, surgery, implied needles, body modification

Supervillain awoke with a start, a sort of ghastly, gasping awakening that even startled them. They blinked hard, slowly taking in their position, prostrate on a cold table. Three things struck all at once: one, they had no idea where they were or how they got here. Two, they couldn't move. Three, they couldn't feel. From the thick feeling in their head, they thought that things should be hurting, but the only sensation they were getting was a strange numbness from head to toe.

They made some effort to lift their lifeless arms but only managed a tired grunt.

"Don't move, my love," came a familiar, reedy voice near their head.

"Scientist?" Supervillain mumbled. It came out croaky, but at least that was one part of their body they could move.

In answer, cool hands began stroking down their temples. "Those horrible heroes tried to kill your beautiful self."

"Kill me?"

"Yes." Scientist stooped down, the sharp diamond cut of their bones coming into view as their long hair tickled Supervillain's cheek. Supervillain searched their sterile gray eyes, more like doomsday cloud today than their usual steady steel. "They completely ignored our treaty and decided to take their chances and blow you up. Not good chances. You know, I think they underestimate me."

"Scientist..." Supervillain strained to move an arm, a finger, a muscle, anything to hold them. Their lover was sensitive, always double, triple, quadruple checking, fearing the worst, overprotecting. This injury must have devastated them. Well, if they couldn't comfort them with touch, they could manage some words. "I'm here. It's ok. I'm ok."

"They still haven't realized that I'm the boss in the relationship," Scientist laughed flatly, hysteria rising. "They think it's you with your powers and your voice and your big shoulders. They think if you're out of the picture everything will be solved. But I gave you those powers and I made those plans." Scientist pounded their chest, suddenly roaring, "If they wanted you dead, they should have killed me first!"

Supervillain's insides washed cold. Something was wrong. Very very wrong. This wasn't stress from a regular injury. This didn't even feel like a regular patch job.

"Scientist...what do you mean by "blown up"? How..." Supervillain winced as they tried to summon their latest memory and came up with nothing but heat and blinding light. "How am I here? What did you do?"

Scientist brushed at Supervillain's short hair, pinching at strands and smoothing them back. "You're stable. But some of the pieces still need to take."

"Pieces?" Supervillain's voice went up an octave. "What did you do?"

"I saved you, my love." They pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. "And maybe made you a little bit better. So that you'll stay safe."

"Scientist? Scientist what did you do? What exactly did you do? What happened."

"All in good time, love." Scientist moved out of Supervillain's line of sight. "For now, sleep. It's too early for you to be awake. You could hurt yourself."

There was some light clattering to Supervillain's right, and suddenly a sharp pinch in Supervillain's neck. Almost immediately all the lights and colors and sounds blurred together into pitch black.

The next time they woke, they were in a bed instead of a table. It was one of those wheeled hospital beds with an IV drip hooked up to it, but still a bed. Things still felt a little strange--courtesy of whatever was in that drip they were sure--but at least a few small kicks under the covers proved they could move again.

"There you are," came Scientist's voice, first distant and all at once right next to their head. "There's my favorite villain. Hey, love."

Supervillain took them in in slow blinks.

"How are you feeling?"

Another blink. "You did something to me."

It slipped off their tongue before they even recalled the night before. They didn't intend it to come out so much like an accusation.

Scientist's expression tightened, if only to keep themselves together. "You were in pieces. Even when I got most of you on life support, I had to go scrounging around the city for whatever parts those disgusting heroes didn't steal."

"Steal?"

"DNA, darling. Of course, they have their own scientific team assigned to cloning it. Their own army of supers. Fortunately, when I gave you those powers they weren't meant to alter you on a genetic level. I don't think they'll find much." Maybe Scientist saw the sickened look on their face because they dropped the topic. "No matter. All that's important is you're alright now. Do you want some jello? Or pudding? Oh, I got that swirl kind you like."

"I want a mirror."

"Not yet, darling. It'll be too much of a shock all at once. Give yourself time to get used to the feel first."

"I want a mirror," Supervillain repeated more firmly.

Scientist’s lips tightened, but they nodded. “As you wish."

They shuffled out of the room. Supervillain watched after them for a moment but quickly their eyelids began to droop. The next thing they knew Scientist was gently shaking their shoulder. Their lover pointed to the other side of the room before stepping away and biting the back of their knuckle.

Supervillain’s eyes flicked to the floor length mirror propped on the barren wall in front of them. For a moment they couldn’t find themselves. Only…metal.

An arm, a chest plate, a panel in their head where the hair cut short. As they straightened a sharp clicking sound resonated over their shoulder and their reflection showed a sort of long metal rod beginning at the base of their neck and followed the curve of their back like an outer spine.

“I can attach other prosthetics to that,” Scientist said quickly. “Wings, tail, whatever. It’s meant to connect the rest of these pieces to your nervous system but that’s the bonus.”

Nervous system. Suddenly Supervillain didn’t trust their earlier movement. They tossed back the blanket as best they could and, as they feared, found two completely new legs underneath.

They couldn’t breathe.

“I-I’m going to figure out how to synthesize a sort of skin to cover over it all,” Scientist said. “That way you won’t feel so strange.”

“So I won’t feel strange?” Supervillain murmured. “Everything left of me is burned, and the rest…” They scoffed, clenching their fists. “You don’t want me to feel strange? I am strange! You made me strange! That’s what you do! You push and prod and break and put back together! You think it’s fun making monsters? Experimenting like the rest of us are just lab rats in your world? You’re not Frankenstein! You’re not Dr. Jekyll! You’re just a villain who always takes it too far! You weren’t supposed to do this to me! I trusted you! You weren’t supped to…”

Supervillain turned their hands back and forth in front of them. A loud sob forced its way up their throat.

"I know." Scientist slid into the bed beside them and wrapped them in their arms. "I know. But I could not lose you. I would not."

Supervillain buried their face into Scientist’s neck, fury overshadowed by their need for comfort. A monster in the hands of their creator.

#mad scientist #creative writing #villain x villain #scientist x supervillain #heroes and villains #heroes and villains community #writblr #villain #hero x villain community #writing snippet

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atimeofyourlife · 10 months

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She's Overdue For a Breakdown

Transfem Steve (Evie) has a breakdown surrounding everything after coming out post s4 (title from Silence is a Scary Sound by McFly) cw: gender dysphoria, implied cheating, implied neglectful parenting

It's a lot of little things that bring it on. Well, and a few big things too. But it's the little things that seemed worse.

Evie was just going to use the bathroom when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, and her eyes were instantly drawn to a tiny patch of stubble on her jawline that she had missed when shaving that morning. And it was what tipped her over the edge.

She grasped the sink as harsh sobs wracked through her body. She couldn't place what she was crying over, when it was everything. Having to shave her face every morning to avoid stubble when most girls, normal girls, didn't have to. Losing her adolescence to fighting interdimensional horrors. The clothing she wanted to wear never fitting right, because of too broad shoulders and firm muscle in place of soft curves. Never leaving the house unarmed in fear of what was lurking around the corner. Still having to live most of her life as Steve. The loss of who she once was. Her parents' indifference and knowing they'd never accept her true self.

She cried for a life of having to perform. As the perfect son, as the boy whose main interest was sport, as the popular 'King' of the school, as the desirable heartthrob who was kind and respectful to girls but also really good in bed, as the strong guy capable of taking the hits, as the decent young man from a good family that would make a good father and husband one day. Having to perform as Steve.

She cried for every time that she couldn't. For every time her father had told her 'Boys don't cry, Steven.' For every time she had to hold back tears to avoid being teased. For every time she had been told not to be so sensitive. For every time she had pushed away her own emotions to focus on someone else's. For every time she had to be strong for her found family while everything fell apart around them.

She cried for her insecurity surrounding relationships. For her father's infidelity causing so many issues at home. For the way her relationship with Nancy had torn itself apart, and Nancy's cruel words at the end. For all the girls that had only dated her for what they could get out of it, her status, her money, her reputation of being so good in bed. For her fear for future relationships. For the flirting she'd shared with Eddie, and how it hadn't changed when she came out. The fear that came with it, that Eddie still saw her as Steve, as a man, because he'd never spoken about liking girls.

She cried for the body that never fit right and felt more broken as time went on. Her vision and hearing deteriorating with every concussion. Her too-flat chest and too-narrow hips. The scars that increased in number with every round of the Upside Down. The fact that down there would never reflect her being a girl without surgery.

She cried for every time she felt alone, both when she was by herself or with other people. When sitting at the dinner table with her parents felt like there was more distance between them than when they were on a different continent. When time spent with Tommy and Carol turned her into a third wheel, or an accomplice in their cruelty. When she tried to fill her empty house with parties. When she was with girlfriends, Nancy and others, that were there physically but she knew that their mind was somewhere else. Finishing out her senior year without any friends her own age, at least none that understood.

A knock on the bathroom startled her from her spiraling thoughts, reminding her that she wasn't alone in the house.

"Evie?" Robin's voice sounded concerned. "Are you okay? You've been in there for ages."

Evie took a few deep breaths in an attempt to compose herself. "I'm fine, Rob." She winced at how thick her voice sounded, almost cracking on the word 'fine'.

"You don't sound fine," Robin spoke softly. "Can we come in?"

Evie hesitated. If she said no, they would leave her alone. But only until she was ready to leave the bathroom. If she let them in or not, she would still have to talk about it. She moved to the door, just enough to unlock it. She moved away again, before calling "It's open."

Robin was the first in, sweeping Evie into a hug. Eddie hung back in the doorway.

"What's going on?" Robin asked, pulling Evie down so they could sit on the floor together.

"I. It's nothing." Evie sniffed, trying to hold back the fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over. "I'm just being stupid."

"Evelyn Sue Harrington. What have we said about the 's' word?" Robin admonished her choice of words.

"Evie, you're not stupid for getting upset about something. You're the one that tells the rest of us that it's okay to feel things and be open when we need help." Eddie added, sitting down on Evie's other side. "But does this have to be done on the bathroom floor, or can we move somewhere more comfortable?"

"Get used to it, Munson. All of our big, important moments happen on bathroom floors." Robin replied, managing to drag a small smile out of Evie.

"Muppet." Evie agreed, getting a punch in the arm from Robin.

"C'mon Evie. You can talk to us. What's going on up there?" Robin tapped the side of Evie's head.

"It's just...Everything? I guess. It all feels too much." Evie stopped for a moment, before it all came spilling out. Everything that she'd been holding in, that she'd never told anyone about. Everything she'd kept from the ones she loved so she would be the one people could turn to for support instead of being the one who needed support. The tears returned as she spoke, varying from silently running down her face to accompanied by harsh sobs that punctuated her words. "And I just feel so lost. I don't know what to do with it. I just want to scream, and cry, and break things."

"It's okay to feel like that, Evie." Robin murmured, holding Evie closer to her.

"It. It's not though? I looked in the mirror and saw a few hairs I missed while shaving. And instead of having a normal reaction, I started crying about it. I wanted to punch the mirror and smash it into pieces as if it was to blame for how I look." She rubbed her face harshly. "God, I'm being too much."

"Evie, it's not too much. You're never too much. You've been holding this shit in for so long, you never talk about what you've been through, you never ask for help, but you're always there for us and let everyone unload on you. You're basically overdue a breakdown at this point." Eddie replied, pulling Evie's hands away from her face.

"We're here for you. Through everything. And screw your parents and anyone who thinks there's something wrong with you. There are so many people that love and adore you, that would be happy to listen and help you. Hell, if you wanted new parents, you'd just have to say the word and there's a bunch of parents that would fight over who gets to adopt you. You named yourself after two of them."

"You're exaggerating." Evie rolled her eyes.

"She's not. It's obvious that Hopper basically sees you as his daughter. He's referred to you and El together as his girls." Eddie added. "I'm pretty sure you could kill someone and he'd cover for you and help hide the body."

"Yeah, and you've got Mrs Henderson. She's already passing on her family recipes to you that she won't tell anyone else. And the Sinclairs. Ever since you defended Lucas from Billy, they've adored you and thought you could do no wrong. Even my parents, which is kinda weird because less than a year ago they were basically planning our wedding and thought that you'd be their perfect son-in-law and I'd have your babies, which I mean, gross. But now they talk about us as if we're sisters."

"And Uncle Wayne. He's always asking when I'm going to bring the Harrington girl around again. I think he just likes having someone to talk sports with. And he would do anything for your cooking." Eddie insisted.

"I-thanks." Evie was a little lost for words as she rubbed the last of her tears from her eyes. "I'm okay. I'll be okay."

"You don't have to always be okay, Evie. It's what we're here for. We're always here for you." Robin assured her.

"Whenever you're not okay, my shoulder's always open for a pretty girl to cry on." Eddie said, his tone light and joking.

Evie choked on a laugh as she relaxed into the group hug. "I love you guys."

I am planning on writing a short second part about how Evie chose her names, but I do not know when it will get posted! I have started it, though! Now with a companion piece on how Evie chose her name

#steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #trans steve harrington #transfem steve harrington #platonic stobin #steddie #pre steddie #its just implied but yeah #steve harrington has bad parents #atimeofyourwrites

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