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Fun Fact (Steve Rogers X Reader)

Okay, this one’s for the lovely @waiting4inspiration ‘s #staysafestayhomechallenge, my prompt can be found in bold. This is my second fic ever posted on here, but I hope you enjoy it. :)

Summary: Fun fact: when you’re dying, your life does flash before your eyes. Well, not all of it of course, just the snippets that actually made it worth living. For you this means four memories that portray different stages of your relationship with Steve Rogers.

Warnings: angst, a little bit of smut, character death

Word count: 3.567

When you arrived in the middle of the battle that was raging on in Wakanda, Natasha, Okoye and Wanda were struggling to fight Proxima Midnight. You hit her with a ball of blue fire to aid your friends, and she stumbled back hard.

“How dare you?!” she screamed.

Your only response was another ball, but this time it was a bigger one. It caught her with such force and velocity that she flew against a Thresher and got shredded to pieces.

“Steve’s in the forest with Thanos!” Natasha shouted knowingly.

You ran into the woods as fast as possible and the scene playing out in front your eyes was gut-wrenching. Steve had the upper hand, but he was undeniably struggling, and it was a matter of seconds before he’d lose his advance. A blue blast coming from you sent Thanos crashing into a nearby tree.

“Y/N!” Steve uttered your name, but you couldn’t be bothered.

You appeared in front of Thanos in just a fraction of time and disabled him with the fire. You could hear voices all around you, coming from various people – Thanos bellowing, Steve demanding you to stop, Bucky telling him to flee – but you ignored all of them and closed your eyes, feeling the blue fire rise.

Fun fact: when you’re dying, your life does flash before your eyes. Well, not all of it of course, just the snippets that actually made it worth living. For you this meant four memories.

You clearly envisioned the day you met Earth’s most exclusive redheaded spy alongside with the man who awakened feelings in you that you yourself didn’t even know you were capable of experiencing.

It was a humid hot day in July, your short-sleeved yellow uniform and red apron stuck to your body in all the wrong places, making you feel uncomfortable. You took in a sharp breath as your bandaged palms came in contact with the plates you were supposed to deliver to table 3 and put them down in an instant.

“Hey Mike! I am so sorry, but I just don’t think I can wait tables today… how ‘bout I take up all the orders and you bring them out?” you called out to your co-worker.

“What’s in it for me?” he furrowed his brows.

“I’ll buy you coffee.”

“So, it’s a date, right?” a grin formed on his freckled, yet handsome face.

“No, Mike. It’s coffee.”

“So, it’s a coffee date?”

“Nope, only coffee, Mike. No date. I’ll buy you one in the morning and just give it to you when I arrive.”

There was a moment of silence and his grin turned into a small smile.

“You know you’re lucky you’re hot and I’d do anything for you, free coffee or not.” he said picking up the plates and disappeared.

The diner was packed, a loud buzz filled the place as everybody was talking simultaneously. Having spotted a raised hand, you hurried over to get the order. Sure, your palms hurt holding a notepad and a pen, too, but remotely not as much as when you picked up those full plates.

“Welcome to Pop’s Diner, what can I get you?” you recited without even as much as sparing a glance at the consumers.

“A conversation would be nice.”

Your eyes immediately shot to the speaking man and his companion and widened in shock.

“Oh my God! You… you’re…” you felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you tried putting together a coherent sentence and failed.

“It’s okay, don’t be nervous.” the read headed woman smiled kindly. “I’m Agent Natasha Romanoff and this is Captain Steve Rogers. We’re here on behalf of Nick Fury.” she continued on, making you gasp loudly.

“We’d just like to talk, that’s all. Would you mind sitting down for a second?” Rogers chipped in.

You opened your mouth to protest since you were working after all, but promptly decided against it and sat down across them. When Captain America asks you to sit down, you sit down.

“May I… May I inquire what this conversation is in relation to?” you cleared your throat.

“Your palms.” Rogers stated calmly. He flashed you a smile what you assumed was supposed to be reassuring, but all he managed to do was make you even more flustered.

“My palms…? Wha- what about them?”

“It seems like you had burned them pretty badly.”

“Uhm, yeah. I was cooking and I didn’t realize how hot the pot was until it was too late.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Agent Romanoff took out her phone and placed it in front of you on the table. A security camera footage started to play and after a few second there you were, making your way through the diner’s parking lot a day ago. When you got to your car, a man pressed you hard against its side. A short grapple ensued and two minutes in an intense light emerged from your palms, making the stranger fall to the concrete. He was weltering on the ground, touching his own face and you just stood there. Satisfied. After a while you got in your car and drove off. The video stopped.

“Wanna re-think that answer?” she asked.

You didn’t even realize that a couple of tears escaped until they made their way down your face. You wiped them away furiously with the back of your hand. You winced when she called you by your name since you didn’t remember introducing yourself, but you shouldn’t have been surprised – you were convinced that by then S.H.I.E.L.D probably even knew what your favorite color was.

“Look, we have no idea what we witnessed on that tape and that’s one thing we’d like to know-”

“Well then that makes three of us…” you cut in bitterly. “ ’Cause I don’t even know what that was… Just to be clear, I did not want to melt that man’s face off even though he attacked me. I just felt threatened, and when I get angry or feel like I’m in danger, this incredibly cold sensation swipes trough me and just... wants to surface. By the time it reaches my palms it’s so cold, it burns… It burns right through my skin and looks like blue fire.”

Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers exchanged a quick glance and the latter started off to Pop’s office.

“Where’s he going?” you asked in panic.

“He’s handing your boss your resignation.”

“What??”

“Relax, душенька. I think you’re gonna like your new job better than this. But first, you’ve got a lot to learn.” she smirked in response.

The second scene playing before your eyes was about the night you and Steve kissed for the very first time.

You won the battle of New York. At a painstakingly high price paid in body-count, but you’ve won it, nevertheless. The city slowly started to revive again and tried getting back to the old routine, but deep down everybody knew that would never happen. The harsh reality that Earth wasn’t the only populated planet and that humans were not the only superior beings in the universe settled in every heart and mind and there was no way of changing that.

Stark of course felt like the victory was something to celebrate so he threw a rather extravagant party in the Stark Tower. You tried to enjoy it, you really did, but you didn’t succeed in doing so. The music struck as too loud and all the drunk people soon became annoying instead of entertaining. Consequently, you grabbed your half-empty glass of whiskey and headed up to the roof top to get a breath of fresh air. The cold gusts of wind felt wonderful against your skin.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that, Rogers. I almost threw a blue fire ball in your face.” you said without turning back. He chuckled softly and strolled to your side.

“Sorry, I just had to get away from the crowd. Plus, Stark’s hammered and he insisted on teaching me how to dance. I don’t think I’m ready for that tonight. Or ever will be.”

You didn’t notice how captivated he was when a genuine laughter ripped out of you.

“And here I was, thinking you deliberately followed me up here to finally get me alone.” you looked him in the eyes, smiling.

“You wish, doll.” his expression mirrored yours.

Your heart began racing as his face started to inch closer to yours. Your lips almost touched when a loud noise made you jump apart – courtesy of a very drunk Tony Stark trying to open the exit door with an equally drunk bimbo on his side.

“Whoops…” he said, then went on “… what was I saying? Oh, yes, sweetie, you can totally see Asgard from here. You just have to squint a little, then concentrate real hard and-”

Steve cleared his throat to make your presence known before Tony did something neither of you wanted to see.

“Rogers! Y/N! What are you two doing here? Oh, wait- did he… did he confess to you already?” he asked, looking straight in your eyes.

“Confess what?”

“Stark. Please stop talking. Now.” Steve’s voice was laced with nervousness, but Tony being Tony, did not stop talking.

“That he’s got a thing for you, Darling.” he informed you, then turned to Steve “Ugh, for God’s sake, Rogers, just kiss her already! Because if you won’t, I will!”

“Hey!” the bimbo screamed, clearly offended and went back to the building. A second later when Tony realized what happened he rushed after her shouting he didn’t mean it; he was just trying to motivate a friend. Or maybe he meant it a little, but just a little. Then all the noise died out.

“Soooo… you have a thing for me?” you spoke up after what seemed like an eternity of silence.

“Yes. I do. Although I planned on presenting it to you a bit differently.” he admitted.

“I see. Since it’s confession time, can I tell you something, too?”

“Sure thing, doll.”

You closed the distance between the two of you and stood on your tiptoes.

“I’ve got a thing for you as well, Steve…” you whispered in his ear.

He cupped your face and crashed his lips against yours in response. He did not like booze at all, but if anyone asked what his favorite was, he said whisky, because that’s what he tasted on your tongue that night.

Another clip of your life you were seeing was about the first time Steve made love to you.

You entered your room after a mission gone a bit sideways, exhausted to an extent that’s impossible to describe and with bruises and cuts covering the majority of your body. Steve stormed in just seconds after and slammed the door shut so hard it almost broke off its hinges. His beautiful face was hardened by anger and those blue eyes that often reminded you of the peaceful sea promised storm.

“What the hell was that?!” he demanded in a raised tone.

You sat down in front of your boudoir table and started peeling of your shredded suite very carefully.

“Answer me!” he shouted when he realized you had no intention of getting into an argument with him.

“Well, Cap, we went on a mission that in the end required some prompt, unplanned decisions on our side and I made them. Mission turned out successful. End of story. Is oral summary sufficient or would you like me to hand it in in written format?”

“Don’t “Cap” me, doll. And the attitude won’t bring you any closer to the end of this conversation…” he warned a little bit calmer, but still with a shaking voice.

“I’m sorry, Steve, I just don’t see what your problem is.”

You finished getting out of the top part and stood up to get done with the bottom, visibly struggling. With a couple of quick steps Steve appeared in front of you and tore it apart. You wore nothing but your underwear.

He then grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes.

“My problem is every single bruise on your body that’s not supposed to be there. Every single cut. Every single wound. Just because you learned how to use the blue fire without getting burnt it doesn’t mean you should use it excessively. I saw the effect it had on you today, don’t think I didn’t. For a split second it appeared as if it was consuming you from the inside…”

“Steve, if I hadn’t overdriven myself a little today, some of our greatest agents would’ve died. And I could not take that risk.” you said with gritted teeth. Tears started to sting your eyes, but you held them back.

“Well, I could! You know what risk I cannot take?! Losing you, doll.”

“I’m sorry…” you said in a small voice without a beat. Apologizing was not your genre, but the realization of how much Steve cared for you just dawned upon you. A mix of emotions took over you – you felt immensely loved, but at the same time, you were scared. “I gotta go take a shower. Will be back in no time.”

You slipped out of his grasp and let the tears flow as you closed the bathroom door behind you. Having stripped your underwear, you stepped into the shower and started cleansing yourself. You hoped the hot water would wash away the shame and guilt you felt, not just the dried blood and dirt. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you jumped a little when Steve opened the shower cabin door.

“Oh my God, you scared me!” but he didn’t say a word.

He pushed you against the cold shower wall and kissed you violently, while his hands explored every curve of your body. It took all your willpower to break the kiss.

“Steve, do you really want our first time to be shower sex?” you asked panting.

“It doesn’t matter where we are, doll. I love you and I want you.” he growled, kissing down your neck.

Every fiber in your body ached in protest, but you ignored them. You ran your nails down his back as he put his hands under your thighs and gently lifted you up. A moan escaped you mouth when he entered you and slowly started moving. Steve swore it was the most beautiful sound in the whole goddamn universe. It was not long before the tension started building up in your body and having noticed this, he picked up the pace. You’d never moaned anyone’s name during orgasm before, but Steve was the only exception. He reached his bliss second later.

“On second thought, shower sex was just great for a first time.” you said, and he chuckled. “Where did you, uh, where did you hear about it?”

“Uhm, do you remember the mission like eight months ago when Stark and I got stuck on a desert island for six days?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, turns out, Stark opens up quite easily about his sensual experiences…”

“Noo. No way!” you laughed as you stepped out of the shower and started drying your hair with a towel.

“Yes way.” Steve followed you and took over the towel to dry your hair. “I also heard about other stuff, but those require a bed.” he smirked suggestively.

“In that case it’s a good thing I happen to own one.” you kissed his lips and wished that day would never end.

The last memory could not have been any clearer and it was breaking your heart all over again.

It was no question who’s side you were on when the civil war between Tony and Steve broke out… You got used to the life being on the run with Steve, Natasha and Sam in no time, although you still missed the others as well. They were the closest thing to a family you’ve ever had, and the rupture pained you badly at times. When Steve decided to collect the rest to unite in the fight against the greatest threat that ever endangered the universe, you were glad. You never knew how this beginning would mean the end of your relationship.

The first avengers Steve decided to recruit were Wanda and Vision in Europe, and frankly, you got there just in time. There’s a chance that a couple of minutes later there would’ve been no one to recruit… Your heart skipped a beat when you realized who you were up against, but you couldn’t allow yourself to ponder – lives were on the line. You helped Natasha stab Glaive and when Proxima Midnight grabbed your shoulder and turned you in her direction to deliver a punch, her fist froze mid-air.

“Y/N?” she asked uncertainly, but you didn’t answer. Sam flew in and kicked her to Glaive’s side. “Your father will hear about this, I promise.” she threatened before vanishing in blue light.

Everybody was panting, the fight exhausted all of you. Other than that, no sound could be heard.

“What was she talking about, doll?” Steve spoke up finally, asking the question everyone was dying to hear the answer to.

You all boarded the Quinjet, but you and Steve went to a separate cabin to discuss matters first.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t hit you or try to kill you on spot, though you were absolutely certain you would’ve deserved it. He just sat there. Quietly. He didn’t utter a word while you were telling him that you, in fact, were not human. You were a member of a species called ‘Inhuman’, which was the result of mixing Kree genes with human ones, and this is the reason why you possess the blue fire. He didn’t say a thing while you were telling him that as a child, Thanos snatched you and brought you up as his own daughter alongside two other girls, Nebula and Gamora, and turned the three of you into the most feared assassins in the entire galaxy. His mouth stayed shut while you were telling him that coming to Earth was a mission ordered by Thanos to gain intel on what was going on here and you were deemed fit for it as you looked like humans.

“But I stopped delivering information years ago, Steve! Do you know why? Because I fell in love with you! And because I realized the error of my father’s ways! He lied to me throughout my entire life and manipulated me into believing his false ideology! Steve? Please, say something, Steve…”

“Leave.”

You were not sure if the word echoed in the room or was it just your own mind.

“What?”

“I said, leave.” he stood up. There was no sign of fury on his face. Only disappointment. You didn’t move, so he continued.

“You were the very first woman I loved after Peggie, which I thought would be impossible for a long-long time… I loved you, Y/N. You saved me in more than one way, and after the war I wanted to settle down with you. Start a family. But you know this damn well, for fuck’s sake… And now it turns out I never even knew you…”

“But Steve, you knew me, in fact, you know me!” you interrupted with a cracking voice.

“No, doll, I didn’t. And I don’t.”

You ran up to him and cupped his face, but he refused to look at you. Your palms were wet from the tears he shed. He peeled your hands off him slowly.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I could never do that. But I want you to leave. I don’t care who’s side you’ll fight on in this war or if you decide to sit it out, just whatever you do, stay away from me. God, I can’t even look at you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop the sobs surfacing from your chest.

The flashback scenes stopped, and the blue fire was burning more than ever inside of you. Steve had been right all those years ago… if you overdrove yourself, it would consume you from the inside and everything else in your immediate proximity, too. But if this was the only way of defeating your father and saving the universe, so be it. Suddenly, numbness took the place of pain and you subjected to it.

A high number of people showed up to your funeral organized at Tony’s lake house. Everybody placed a white rose on top of your empty casket and expressed their condolences to Steve, but he wasn’t paying attention at all. He tried to, really hard, but he just couldn’t. Tony was the last person to go there and place his rose.

“You know Rogers, I’ve never been one to sugarcoat things and I’m not gonna lie this time, either.” he said, his words making Steve look him in the eyes. “From what I hear… If you had kept your mouth shut, she’d still be here… At least there’s a high chance for that. But there’s also a high chance that half of the fucking universe wouldn’t. Respect her choice... That’s what I’m trying to do.”

Respect your choice... These three words became Steve’s mantra – the first thing that came to his mind in the morning, and the last at night. They were the glue that kept the pieces of his heart together just enough to function as a human being.

#ssshchallenge #staysafestayhomechallenge #mcu fic #steve x reader #steve rogers

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lowat-golden-tower · 7 years

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The Doctor is In

Soooo I kind of lied? When I said that poll was deciding the next egos oneshot I’d write?

I mean! It is!...for Mark’s egos. :3 After seeing this art by the fabulous @cinnamon-grump, I just got so severely inspired to write... something! How it happened, why he was there, SOMETHING.

It was a need, and I filled it, and... well, I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m... not entirely confident with how it turned out, I’m MUCH better with Mark’s egos, but... well. I guess we’ll see. Hopefully I did the Jackaboys justice.

Also, for those of you commenting awkward, sexual things on cinnamon-grump’s art post... please stop. They’ve conveyed they aren’t comfortable with it, and that they weren’t trying to make anything sexual to begin with. Respect the artist and their wishes and stop.

Now, enjoy the show.

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"Ha! And they thought zey saw ze last of the great Dr. Schneeplestein!" The doctor moved about his little makeshift "clinic," organizing his tools and cleaning up after his latest "operation." He'd mopped up most of the blood but he kept finding tiny dried flakes of it everywhere. "Note to zelf: watch ze splatter. Even if it iz very pretty."

He fixed the straps on his operating table where they'd been pulled a bit loose, humming quite happily to himself. "Well, zey are in for quite ze shock. I zhall be makeeng my grand comeback! I juzt knew Jack vould bring me back. I am zimply too popular to resist! Ha!"

It was nice to gloat and stroke his own ego every once in a while. What with so many of his colleagues writing him off as a hack. He couldn't get a job at a real hospital, but his underground clinic worked just fine. People needed a doctor with no connections or paperwork all the time. Plus, the patients Dr. Schneeplestein tended to were often the type who wouldn't be missed. Perfect for a last minute experiment if he got the urge.

Yes, he'd been hiding away, biding his time and doing what he loved while he waited patiently for Jack to realize what the people wanted. What Jack's community wanted. He huffed, polishing his scalpels and other sharp surgical tools. "I only wish I could zee ze look on zat pompous Dr. Iplier's face when he finds out I am getteeng anozer special."

Dr. Schneeplestein smirked behind his mask, holding up his favorite bone saw to the light and watching as it gleamed. "He has not gotten a video in years. He will be zo jealous, hoo hoo!" He giggled gleefully to himself and carefully put the tools away.

Moving to the cabinet where he kept his liquid drugs, the doctor took stock of what he had left. Nothing was labeled, but of course he knew precisely what each little bottle contained. That didn't necessarily mean it was used for its intended purpose, but he was the doctor here. He could dole out his treatments however he saw fit. His patients would be none the wiser. In fact, sometimes they became hooked, and then he had an excuse to run some... tests on them.

My, the human tendency for addiction was absolutely fascinating. Almost a drug in itself, he supposed. Dr. Schneeplestein ached for the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins while his victims- er, patients- screamed and thrashed and pleaded on his operating table. Oh, it was sweet music to his ears-

Wait.

Dr. Schneeplestein paused his contented reminiscing to blink at the colorful bottles within his cabinet. His hand lingered over a gap in one of the rows, and then his brow furrowed harshly in confusion. He ran through the night's surgeries and operations and treatments in his head, ticking off every time he filled a syringe with contents from this cabinet. Gently, his fingertip came to rest within the gap, tapping softly against the wood.

"Thiopental...." He scowled behind his mask, scrunching up his nose and turning away from the cabinet. "I have not used thiopental today. Zis was a no anesthetics day! And I know I had at least one more bottle at ze end of yezterday." Puzzled, Dr. Schneeplestein rubbed at his chin. He set his inventory clipboard down on a counter and tapped his pen against the papers attached. "Puzzling, puzzling, what a mystery. Maybe a patient... no, no. I would have zeen, of zis, I am certain. But zen how? Eet did not zimply get up and zkip off like a giddy child! Eet iz medicine, not child! Medicine does not move."

Dr. Schneeplestein huffed again and rubbed at his forehead in irritation. That drug wasn't cheap to get, and it was one of his personal favorites. Now he would have to go scrounge up some more for tomorrow night. He turned back to his clipboard, jotting down a note. "Maybe zere is a mice infestation or..."

Abruptly, there was a sharp prick in the side of his neck and he gasped, dropping his pen. It rolled to the floor with a clatter around his stumbling, covered shoes as he reflexively jerked away from the pain. Whirling to face the source, the arm closest to the counter pressed against it, supporting the doctor's weight. The other reached up to slap a gloved hand over the throbbing, bleeding spot on his neck. Blue eyes widened.

There was the briefest glimpse of a too familiar face leering at him, then the light above blew out in a burst of sparks. He cried out in alarm as the room was plunged into darkness. It would take time for his eyes to adjust to the sudden change, and until then he was basically blind in his own clinic.

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Dr. Schneeplestein sucked in a tight breath. He couldn't make out the word which had been said, but he recognized the ringing in his ears. Unhinged giggling sprouted up for just a heartbeat, echoing around the darkness. His eyes flitted desperately around but provided no information.

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There was still blood dribbling down his neck. It slipped through the cracks of his fingers but it didn't feel too serious. He just needed to cover the puncture wound. What had he been stabbed with? Certainly not a knife, or he would already be dead. The voice pitched up in tone when it called out once again, seemingly amused.

L̷̺̄o̸͙͆o̴̩͘ķ̴̂s̴̰̀ ̸̲͒l̸͚̃ì̴̭k̸͇̂ë̶̫́ ̷̺̑y̵̨͌o̴͂͜ȗ̵͈ ̵̞̓n̸̺͛e̴͍̿e̴̤͆d̵̾͜ ̴͈̅ó̸̜n̵͍̒e̷͗͜.̷̲̃

There was more giggling, but Dr. Schneeplestein's vision was finally starting to adjust. He could make out the barest shapes and silhouettes in the darkness. When he blinked, sickly green and vibrant red flashed across the backs of his eyelids and he startled. The giggling intensified to full-blown laughter and it felt as if he were being circled. That doesn't make sense, his mind argued, you have your back to a counter.

Ō̷̩h̷̭̚,̶̺̽ ̸́ͅb̷̻̒u̷̲͆ť̶̠ ̷͈͊s̷̭̍į̶̇n̴̛̻ć̸̩ê̴̢ ̴͉̌ẃ̷̜h̴̬̉ę̸̏n̷͕͒ ̷̜̏w̸̼͝a̶̫͛s̶͐ͅ ̸̛͖m̵̧͛a̴͉̿k̶̘̾i̸̖͠ṉ̶̒g̸̰̐ ̵̨̈s̵̘̉ě̶̻n̶̽͜s̶̖̋ẹ̵́ ̸̘̾ȩ̷̐v̶̭̀ë̶́͜r̵̲̿ ̶͕͒a̵̯͝n̸̲̑ỳ̶̲ ̷͖̍f̶͉̂ǘ̶̻n̸̚͜?̵͙͋

Looking frantically about, he swore he kept catching the smallest of glimpses of something in his peripheral vision. Something fast, as it would flit immediately out of sight the moment he turned to focus on it. Fumbling around the counter, he tried to recall where he kept the plasters without fully taking his eyes off the darkness. Deep within him, something primal and illogical screamed it would be his downfall. If he dropped his guard for even a moment, the beast in the shadows would consume him.

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The voice was suddenly directly in his ear; so close Dr. Schneeplestein could feel the chilling breath ghost across his skin. A shudder raced up his spine and he cried out again, leaping away from the false safety the counter had provided. He yelped as he ran straight into a tray stand, knocking it over and winding up sprawled across his own floor. He groaned, the sound of raucous, malicious laughter rebounding in the space around him. "Schnitzel...."

W̶h̷a̴t̵'̷s̸ ̵t̶h̶e̶ ̴m̵a̵t̴t̴e̴r̸,̵ ̵d̷o̶c̷t̸o̶r̷?̷ ̵S̵c̷a̸r̴e̸d̸?̸

Dr. Schneeplestein winced, hissing as he pushed himself up onto hands and knees. Thankfully, no tools had been on the tray, but he'd definitely have some bruises. Belatedly, he noted the voice was a bit clearer, and he thought he could make out some of the words. He exhaled heavily, clutching at his neck again. "Who is zere? Show yourzelf!"

O̴h̷,̶ ̵d̷o̶c̶t̸o̴r̶.̷ ̵Y̴o̸u̶ ̵k̶n̵o̷w̷ ̵w̴h̵o̶ ̵I̷ ̵a̴m̷.̵

"Do I?" He squinted, even knowing it wouldn't help him see through the darkness. Flickers of green and red and a sharp-toothed grin, mismatched eyes. They danced across his vision and he wondered if he was hallucinating from the blood loss. But no, he hadn't lost nearly enough yet, he'd been keeping track. Though it was gradually becoming harder.

F̵e̸e̴l̶i̴n̸g̵ ̴a̸ ̴l̵i̵t̷t̸l̵e̷ ̶t̵i̷r̵e̵d̵,̷ ̶d̵o̶c̷t̵o̸r̸?̷

"Zhut up." Yet it was true. Dr. Schneeplestein felt himself blinking more and more as his eyelids grew heavy. A faint dizziness came over him and he swayed in his spot on the floor. His head was getting a little fuzzy. "Vhat did you do?"

J̵u̷s̸t̷ ̸g̵a̴v̸e̷ ̷y̴o̸u̶ ̵a̶ ̴l̶i̵t̸t̸l̸e̸ ̸t̶a̵s̴t̷e̷ ̸o̶f̴ ̴y̶o̷u̵r̶ ̶o̶w̷n̴ ̴m̴e̶d̵i̶c̵i̸n̷e̵.̸

There was the familiar click of metal and glass hitting the floor, though it didn't shatter. He could hear whatever it was rolling towards him and he shook his head in some effort to clear it. Patting carefully at the shadowed floor before him, Dr. Schneeplestein's blood ran cold when his fingers made contact with something he knew far too well.

P̴i̵e̵c̶i̸n̸g̵ ̸i̶t̴ ̴t̸o̸g̴e̵t̷h̸e̷r̴ ̶n̵o̴w̶?̶ ̸F̵u̴c̸k̴ ̷y̵o̶u̵'̶r̷e̴ ̴s̴l̵o̴w̴.̷

Horrified, Dr. Schneeplestein plucked one of his own syringes up from the floor. It was empty, but the needle still dripped with the remnants of some unknown liquid. He swallowed hard. There was a gaping, painful pit in his stomach as his sleepy mind raced. Which drug had been missing from the cabinet?

I̴ ̷r̷e̵a̶l̵l̷y̷ ̴a̵p̶p̶r̵e̷c̷i̴a̷t̷e̷ ̴y̴o̶u̷ ̷s̵u̴p̷p̸l̵y̸i̴n̶g̷ ̶m̵e̵ ̵w̷i̷t̶h̴ ̸e̵v̶e̴r̵y̸t̷h̷i̵n̴g̵ ̴I̸ ̶n̷e̶e̴d̴e̴d̶.̵

"Thiopental...." It was a hoarse whisper, and Dr. Schneeplestein coughed roughly afterwards. He could feel his body beginning to shiver and he knew. Were he able to see the room, he was sure it would all be turning double as a result of the drug. "H.. how..."

Y̷o̴u̸ ̷d̶o̶n̴'̵t̷ ̶n̵e̴e̶d̸ ̵t̷o̶ ̴w̴o̴r̵r̶y̶ ̸a̵b̴o̵u̶t̵ ̶t̸h̶a̵t̷.̸ ̸J̶u̵s̶t̶ ̵r̷e̴l̵a̷x̶.̷

Relax.... Relax sounded good. Sleep sounded good. He was so tired. No, no, his brain cried out. Shaking his head again only resulted in worsening the dizziness. There was static buzzing in his ears and he couldn't concentrate anymore. "Why..."

B̴e̷c̸a̸u̶s̶e̷ ̶i̴t̴'̸s̵ ̷f̵u̴n̷.̶ ̵N̵o̵w̷ ̴s̶l̷e̸e̵p̴.̷

The syringe rolled out of his loosening fingers as he attempted to support himself. His muscles felt like jelly and it was becoming harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He wobbled where he sat on his knees, and some invisible force pushed him over with ease. Like he was nothing more than house of cards.

S̵l̷e̸e̴p̸.̵.̵.̸.̵

He struggled to keep his eyes open, to stay awake. Too much of the drug had been pumped into his system. Dr. Schneeplestein breathed heavily behind his mask, still coughing occasionally while his body shivered endlessly. His nails scratched along the floor, seeking anything that might help his situation. They touched a shoe, and with the last of his energy Dr. Schneeplestein tilted his head back to gaze up at the person wearing it.

S̴l̵e̸e̸p̶,̴ ̶d̷o̸c̷t̶o̴r̷.̶

Two glowing irises pierced through the darkness, freezing him down to the bone. One was a pure, crystal blue while the other seeped with an acidic green. Even in his haze, he could feel the leer being directed at him from above. He could see where sections of the figure's silhouette glitched and separated and disappeared sporadically. He'd known who it was all along, but hadn't been willing to believe it. A warm fuzziness washed over his brain, and his grasp on consciousness finally slipped. The descent was fast, and harsh.

"Say goodbye."

When the doctor next woke, he was no longer on the floor. He knew because there was softness beneath him, warmed by his own lingering body heat. It felt like a blanket and he vaguely wondered if someone had placed him on a bed. There were no beds in his clinic- only in his private quarters. Even the best doctor needed some sleep now and then.

Dr. Schneeplestein swore he must have been sleeping for a month. His brain was fuzzy, his mouth dry and all of his limbs were numb. It felt like a lead cloak had been draped over his body but he knew nothing about his outfit had been changed- well, besides the fact his socks and shoes were missing. He was still wearing the same powder blue scrubs. His surgical mask had remained in place as well. How much time had actually passed? Was he really in his own bed, or was this somewhere else?

Everything was too fuzzy. His mind couldn't grasp on details or helpful memories. When he tried thinking back, only harsh laughter echoed in his ears. Green and blue stood out to him as important for some reason, but he couldn't place his finger on why.

Well, he couldn't place his finger on much of anything. As more of his senses and nerve endings came back online, Dr. Schneeplestein realized he'd been bound. Thick ropes were wrapped haphazardly around his wrists and ankles, the length between keeping them pinned closely together in a sloppy hogtie. It was a real rush job, and for some reason the thought made him want to giggle. Clearly, he still had something in his system.

Oh. Yes, of course. He'd been drugged, that was right. He recalled the syringe now. That also explained the light throbbing in his neck; why the skin there felt flaky and itchy. He longed to scratch at it, to peel away the dried blood, but the ropes- messy as they may be- held fast. Hell, even if his limbs were free, Dr. Schneeplestein doubted he'd have the strength to move that much. He hadn't been able to open his eyes yet.

"Looks like zomevone iz vaking up."

Dr. Schneeplestein groaned softly behind his mask, shifting minutely on the blanket. How odd. That sounded just like his voice, yet he hadn't said a single word. His tongue lay thick and heavy in his mouth- a side effect of the anesthesia. He wasn't sure he could work his jaw in his current state, either. So how...?

"My, my. Don't you look confused. Poor baby. M̵a̶y̵b̷e̸ ̷t̶h̴i̶s̵ ̴w̶i̷l̵l̷ ̴h̶e̴l̵p̴.̸"

Finally, Dr. Schneeplestein was able to crack open one hazy blue eye. Everything was a bit of a blur, but he could distinctly make out a figure standing near the edge of the bed. He tried hard to funnel what concentration he had into that eye; to focus his vision. There was blue, and some green at the top. For a moment, he thought he spied the same glowing irises he'd seen in his clinic, but soon they were gone. He grunted, expression slack but questioning.

"Ztill having trouble figuring it all out? How zad." The figure tsk'd and shook his head. There was another blur of movement, and then Dr. Schneeplestein felt fingers gripping at his own fading hair. The cry he gave was soft and weak when his head was roughly jerked up off the bed at an odd angle. "A̴n̴d̴ ̶h̸e̴r̸e̶ ̸I̸ ̴t̵h̴o̵u̵g̶h̸t̵ ̶y̴o̵u̶ ̷w̴e̶r̷e̴ ̶t̵h̸e̷ ̷s̶m̴a̵r̷t̶ ̶o̷n̶e̴.̷"

That glitching, high-pitched voice kept sending shivers down his spine. It grated on his ears, cutting through the lingering static as a vicious ringing. He'd started shivering again, though he had no idea if it was another side effect or simply fear. He knew who this was. He knew, but no, he still didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to think this ego, of all the egos, had returned. Especially so early.

"Oh doctor, you look to be een zhock. Were you expecteeng zomevone else, maybe?" The mimicry of his voice was so spot-on it was deeply unnerving, even down to the laugh. "Vho, exactly? Jackieboy Man? Zat magical doofus? Chase? Ha! Do not be making me laugh, y̶o̸u̵'̶r̶e̶ ̶t̸h̶e̷ ̴o̴n̷l̶y̵ ̸o̶n̶e̴ ̶t̶o̶ ̵b̵a̶r̵e̸l̴y̵ ̸s̸c̵r̴a̷t̴c̷h̷ ̶m̴y̷ ̵l̶e̵v̸e̴l̴.̶"

Hearing his voice dip into the screeching growl so seamlessly was even more unsettling and Dr. Schneeplestein couldn't suppress a whimper. He was too out of it; too weak. His normal composure was lost in a sea of light-headedness and drowsiness. He stared up at bright blue eyes and a face half-hidden by a surgical mask, like looking into some twisted mirror. The mimic scoffed, apparently disgusted or bored, and let his head drop back onto the blanket. There was the light rustle of clothing, and then the hand on his head was pressing down instead of pulling up. He grunted again.

"Now be un good boy und take your medicine, doctor. Don't need you to be getteeng all excited vhile I am gone. You are goeeng to be nice und hidden in here, vhere no one vill find you. Nozing to vorry about at all, you zee, no one will know ze difference. N̸o̶ ̸o̵n̸e̵ ̶w̴i̴l̷l̸ ̶k̸n̵o̵w̶ ̸i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̸m̶e̴.̸"

Dr. Schneeplestein could only let loose another quiet whine as he felt the needle dig into a different part of his neck. He didn't have to see the liquid inside to know it was more thiopental. At least this time the injection point was cleaner, so there was barely any bleeding at all. That didn't stop him from whimpering, tugging at the ropes with what little strength he had. Soon it would be sapped away by the drug again.

"Now, now, calm down. Juzt let eet flow through you, doctor. Have a nap. I'll be back to zee you very soon."

The pressure was removed from Dr. Schneeplestein's head. He heard the crackle of static, and then the room was silent. He tried to turn his head to get a better look around, but it was useless. His muscles didn't want to cooperate, and his brain's signals were growing more sluggish by the second. He was drifting away again.

He was falling.

Anti was gone.

"Schneeps! Yer here! Fantastic, you all ready to get started?"

"Of courze! I am alvays ready to educate ze masses."

"Right. Just don't get too carried away, okay? Rein it in a little bit here."

"Vhatever you zay, Meester Zepticeye. Ze doctah iz in, und he iz ready to p̷l̴a̶y̷."

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #dr. schneeplestein #antisepticeye #blood #needles #drugging #forced captivity #kidnapping #stolen identity #egregious af accents god i hate writing his accent

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How I Deal With Stress

Statistics show an astronomical percentage of how many moms find their lives stressful. I believe 96% of women feel they are far more stressed than their mothers were when raising them. New age. New problems. Right?

I don't know about you! But, 2017 came equipped with many stressors! MANY! Now with the New Year quickly approaching, I have come up with small ways of tackling my stressors before they attack me. Maybe they will be some help to you:

1: Recognize your signs of stress-Your body will warn you that it's reaching levels of stress before you actually can say "wow, I am stressed" For example, my body will get irritable relatively quicker than it would normally. I catch myself snapping back at people who don't deserve it. My blood pressure feels a little higher than normal around times of stress. I also get very shaky and tend not to eat as much... if at all. When I see the first signs of loss of appetite, that's when I know I am too stressed and need to chill out.

2: Take Breaks/ Naps: I LOVE sleep... I love lamp...jk. But sleep and I go way back! Being a new mom meant those naps and sleeping in on the weekends were over! I wake up really early to get to work so after a while, my body adjusted to lack of sleep. But it catches up, man!! ESPECIALLY when you're so used to being a heavy and long sleeper. I noticed that by Thursday of each week, my body has had enough. Wednesdays, I usually try to take it easy after work. We do a light dinner so there won't be as much prep or clean up. I'll even squeeze in a nap while my youngest takes his typical 2 hour afternoon nap. But either way..nap or not, I give myself a day a week to just move a little slower. I don't try to complete deadlines. I don't schedule food shopping or hanging out on those days. I like to call these my "After Work Mental Health Days" And once your husband sees improvement in your attitude, he won't be such a jerk about letting you nap sometimes ;-)

3:BREATHE!!!!!: OMG! When stressors are high, I literally forget to breathe. Like during child birth! I would just hold my breath and hope to die hahahaha. But seriously, you must focus on steady breathing when you're gonna lose your shit. It helps all the blood flow through your body and allows that oxygen to get to your brain and allow you to make clear judgments. You ever see someone so mad that their face is red like the angry emoji? That's because he or she isn't breathing. They are so stressed and angry that all the blood is rushing to their head and literally clouding their ability to be rational. Don't be the angry emoji. Just breathe!

4: Laugh!: Laughter is therapy. We all know that. Make sure you have a friend or relative who can make you smile from time to time. Or at home, put on classic funny movies that you and your family can all enjoy. We are movie critics at home and have quite the extensive DVD library so far. Playing a funny movie in the background while you prepare dinner can help distract your mind from all the bull crap it had to sustain all day. I also YouTube funny videos of people falling on ice (because I am that person who falls on ice)

5: Get SEXY and drink water!: Stress makes me feel so unattractive. Because I "have no time", I tend to take less care of myself. I will wear hats instead of doing my hair. I'll wear hoodies to avoid ironing a blouse. There just isn't time damnit!!!!!!! But find some! You don't have to be fleeky all day,every day. Come on! But, you don't have to represent your circumstance either. I hate the whole "are you okay" whenever I don't look the part. Like damn, am I really showing in my appearance how shitty my life is right now? When you're feeling a little stress, wake up 15 minutes earlier than usual so you can straighten your hair or apply eye shadow to your makeup. When you look good, you feel good. Freshly shaven legs always do it for me. I really feel like I have my life together when my legs are soft ;-) My skin also looks grey when I am stressed. IDK why. It always has a green hue to it lol. Consuming water regularly helps maintain your glow!

6: Write lists: Get in the habit of carrying a journal or having a dry erase board at home. Some place where you can write things down on thought. I am forgetful as all hell and don't always use my phone for notes or calendars. I have not yet adjusted to tech life in that way. I like to use really nice, smooth writing pens. I like to physically write. It releases some of my nervous energy. It's also pretty cool when you read back on some of your entries and can see for yourself how much you've grown.

7: Talk!!!!!: My problem with stress is shutting down and not accepting help. It causes soooo much unnecessary hardship on your relationship when you do that. Speak up. When you feel those stressors, tell your lover that you're sorry if you've been a little off. You just have a lot going on and need some extra help this month. More likely than not, the person will appreciate you giving them the heads up and will be more willing to help relieve some stress. When you're walking around kicking shit, mumbling under your breath and being just plain obnoxious for attention don't get butt hurt when nothing changes. When he asks "what's wrong" and you say "nothing"... DO NOT get upset when he doesn't try to fix it. Our men are not mind readers. And sometimes we need to just say hey, its not you, its me! I have gotten really comfortable with my love. I'll tell him straight up. " I am getting my period and my emotions are not normal. If I seem a little on the bitchy side, I am sorry' It works better than the alternative. He also keeps track of my menstrual so that he can prepare himself for cry baby, Christine. Or impatient Christine. It helps being with someone who is willing to try anything to help you. I do the same for him. Nothing changes if nothing changes!

8: Take it day by day! Take your time. Stop putting so much on your plate. You are already super mom, super wife, super employee. You do it all! But it ALL doesn't have to be done right now! Set up a schedule for yourself. Sometimes I take an hour or two and pretend to be my own personal assistant. I schedule appointments and plan things (in my journal) and make minor tweaks here and there as things change (they're always fucking changing) So don't kill yourself trying to make things perfect! Slow and steady wins the race!

9: Spend time with your kids! : Kids are so damn awesome!! I have always loved kids for their innocence and ability to make fun out of nothing!! Me dancing to warm up after being outside in the cold is funny to my kids! As easy as making a fool out of myself for my kids can bring them a smile which in turn warms me up inside. Watching my boys use their imagination puts me in my place. Stop being so literal. Observing my kids play and seeing them look up at me to confirm I am still there makes me realize how much I am needed and wanted.

10: Have faith in something: I won't get Godly. I won't even ask you to pray. But believe in something better than yourself. Give thanks for your good health, your job, your family. Always remain humble and grateful.

I hope these tips can help you find some daily relief!

#stress help communication

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