#I see MORE hate lately toward wasps than I see toward spiders

[windkonig]

when people say "ok but x bug has no benefit to nature" I bet they can't even name 5 facts about the bug they're shitting on. so how could they Possibly know what its function is in the environment and if it's "useless" or not

wasps being the perfect example, I still get people saying "oh bees are cute and pollinate :) yay. but WASPS ARE EVIL and they don't contribute ANYTHING!!!" and it's like buddy. wasps pollinate too. they also control spider populations. they do a lot of great valuable things. but even if they didn't, they're still worthy of being here. I see SO much hatred toward wasps and I wish people would try to learn a little more about them.

I'm mainly talking about paper wasps here because these are common ones we run into in daily life and most commonly deemed "aggressive". but wasps have body language. and if you learn to read this language and learn how to properly act around them, things will go a lot better for you! wasps can be curious creatures and they may come up to observe you, especially if you're wearing something brightly colored. this can be startling for sure, but my best advice is to just be still, DO NOT SWAT or wave your arms. try to just back away or sidestep so it loses interest and leaves. swatting is just gonna make them feel as if they are being attacked and increase your chances of being stung.

many stings happen due to unfortunate but accidental circumstances. unknowingly getting too close to a nest, stepping on a wasp on accident, one getting stuck in clothing, etc. I got stung once while gardening, went to pull a weed and the wasp was on it, so I grabbed her without knowing and she stung me because she was scared. this doesn't mean "oh wasps are AGGRESSIVE and EVIL" it means you stumbled into an unfortunate situation where the wasps felt threatened and defensive. instead of being like "FUCK all wasps" go forward trying to learn about common nesting areas, be wary of holes in the ground, wear gloves while gardening, and if you do have to be around a nest, try not to make a lot of noise. if the nest absolutely needs removed, call a professional.

#michaelpost #bugs #insects #wasps #another bug rant post but this time i dont think people are ready to hear it #I see MORE hate lately toward wasps than I see toward spiders #and its very annoying bc wasps are an extremely diverse group of insects and have many functions and benefits #it sucks badly to see bees get adored but wasps get shit talked

[iloveyou3thousand]

Can you possibly do a fic where Peter almost drowns and it is what makes Tony finally realise how much he loves him?

You got it! I willpreface this by saying I am not a medical professional in the slightest soplease take the methods described in this fic with a grain of salt, it’s what I found online :p

CW: neardeath experience and near drowning.

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Tony likedto think that they’d had plenty of incidents involving water, but then fate orwhatever-the-hell has a hold of life’s reigns rears its ugly head and Tonyfinds himself watching, mid fight, how Peter’s too-limp body gets thrown acrossthe bay, toward the water, and right into the path of an oncoming ferry.

There’snothing he can do, which is the worst part of it. He’s caught up in a wrestlingmatch halfway up in the sky trying to get these enormous, electronic wasp-likecreatures off of him before they can stick their sharp, metal stingers throughhis chest plating. It’s excruciating because this isn’t something that shouldbe holding him back. He should be able to handle a handful of dog-sized buzzers.He’s handled so much worse before.

And Peter’snot responding on the comms.

“Anyone goteyes on Peter?” He sends a powerful blast from one of his repulsors rightthrough a creature’s twenty odd eyes and watches as it freefalls down to theground below.

Several voicesin his ear regretfully inform him that they don’t or haven’t seen him.

As the oneperson who last saw him, Tony realizes he’s going to have to take care of thishimself. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he hadn’t been covered in meancreatures. He already hated those things enough as it was. Why’d they have toget that big? And that….advanced.

Tony keepsan eye on the bay. He fights his way through the swarm around him to get a littlecloser to the water, make sure he can see Peter the second his head resurfaces.The ferry speeds by but it’s going far too slow for Tony’s liking, who is stillholding out hope that the kid must have come up on the other side, out of Tony’sline of sight. That he’s fine.

The passingferry leaves the water restless, and there’s still no sign of Peter. Tony waitsa second. And another.

UntilFRIDAY informs him that Peter is unconscious, and taking in water.

Tony triesnot to panic. Peter’s been through a lot, he can handle more than most peoplehis age, he has those spider powers to hopefully at least buy him some time,right? Right. Except he’s not so sure of himself and he’s not about to take anyrisks.

“Someonehas to get Peter out of the water. Now. Right now.”

Natasha ison the other side of town. As is Clint. Steve is trying not to get stung andbarely managing. Thor is halfway across the galaxy, Rhodey is in London forbusiness, and Bruce is in Zambia to introduce a new vaccine that StarkIndustries sponsored.

If Tonydoesn’t get these wasps off soon he’s afraid he might not get to Peter on time.

He fightstwice as hard. Stingers scratch sharply at the suit’s plating, leaving gashesand scratches and dents all over, and he throws around repulsor beams morecarelessly than before, frankly not really caring where the blasts ultimatelyland. He needs to get to Peter. The kid can’t drown. Can’t go like this. He’ssupposed to finish college and start up his own company and change the future.That’s what Tony always envisioned he’d do, not play Little Mermaid at thebottom of the Upper Bay.

The secondhe sees an opportunity to get out of his personal beehive he shoots toward thewater, asking FRIDAY to locate Peter, and he has him out of there in a matterof seconds, but he’s not sure if it’s enough. Setting all his thrusters to max,Tony flies Peter off someplace safer, somewhere the buzzing doesn’t reach.

Peter’sskin is a pale blue, and Tony’s terrified that he’s too late, but according toFRIDAY his heart is still beating. He doesn’t wake up when shaken and doesn’tseem to be breathing when Tony tilts Peter’s head back and watches his chestfor any positive signs. Shit. Okay. He wastes no time immediately breathing valuableoxygen into Peter’s lungs and initiating CPR when that doesn’t seem to have muchof an effect. His suit peels away so he can settle his hands against Peter’schest and start pressing, his faceplate retracting so that he can speakdirectly to him and so that the voices of his colleagues still fighting thosecreatures far away stop and don’t distract him. He can’t remember the last timehe’s had to do this but FRIDAY walks him through it, sharing updates on how theboy’s doing but it’s not looking up.

It’sterrifying.

He puts hisfull weight into pressing down against Peter’s chest, his own heart beatingfaster as if it’s willing for Peter’s to do the same, inch back from howdangerously slowly it’s working the blood around Peter’s body.

“Karen,keep our boy warm, will you?” He huffs out, and gets a pleasant althoughvaguely worried affirmative. Peter’s suit dries in an instant, and warmth poursfrom it – something that will hopefully encourage Peter’s body not to give upwhile Tony works himself into a sweat giving compressions.

“C’mon,Pete. C’mon now. Not now.”

Tony’shands are shaking when he reaches for the kid’s face, fingers on his nose andchin to part his lips and force air into his lungs again.

He can’tgive up. He’s not giving up. He was supposed to be the one to go before Peter,not the other way around. The kid’s got his whole life ahead of him and Tonyshould have been able to see it all unfold. But Peter’s not responding, andTony fears the worst.

He pressesdown so hard onto Peter’s chest that he’s afraid he’ll crack his ribs, butPeter’s body is resilient while Tony’s panic grows. His arms are sore andaching, his vision blurry as he watches Peter’s motionless face for a sign, anysign.

“You know I’mnot quick to beg but please, kid. Please.”

Petersputters. Once.

“That’s it.Come on. Come on. There you go.”

He pushesdown again, and this time Peter coughs, but he’s not yet taking in any air.

Tonyswitches from compressions to rescue breaths again until he pulls back andPeter takes in a big gulp of air by himself, followed by wet coughing and hisbody turning onto his side, curled around where Tony is knelt on the ground.There’s water coming out of Peter’s nose and he flounders.

Tony wantsso badly to wrap his arms around the boy and squeeze him tightly when heactually starts to breathe in raggedly and reaches for him the second he openshis eyes, like he’s happy to see Tony, like Tony was always the person he’dreach for first when he wakes up from something like this.

In thatmoment, Tony has a million new ideas on how to improve Peter’s suit and heknows that he’ll lock himself in his workshop until the updates are finished,and won’t come out until he knows something like this will never happen again.

The poorkid is crying. Tony reaches down and lies next to him, keeping him in a safeposition while still being able to wrap him up in a firm hug and run a handthrough his hair. He can’t believe he almost lost him.

“It’salright. You’re okay. Deep breaths, I’ve got you.”

Tony’s gripon Peter is firm, his hands trembling despite his best effort not to show justhow shaken up he is from watching Peter lie there, bluish and still and notbreathing at all and…

Tony burieshis face into the crook of Peter’s neck.

He can’tafford to let that happen again.

He can’tafford to let anything happen to Peter, ever again. And definitely not if thereis something he can do about it.

“I’m neverletting you out of my sight again.”

Peter sitson Tony’s lap on the way home. It’s under the pretense that this allows Tony tokeep the boy warm, but he knows it’s mostly so he can keep a hand wrappedaround Peter’s ribs and count his breaths, and feel the steady rush of airagainst the side of his neck every few seconds where Peter lays his head. He’sseen a medical professional, and May has been informed and Tony promised thathe’s in good hands, that he’ll stay with Tony for the night – just so he cankeep an eye on him and have the potentially necessary medical supplies nearby.

Peter ispretty shaken up, but other than that he seems to be doing fine.

Tony doesn’tdare let him stray too far.

Peter’sbeen quiet since the incident, only answering to any questions the doctors had backat the med bay, giving the occasional panicked look when Tony was asked to leaveor whenever someone wanted to talk to him in private. It would have warmed Tony’sheart if the situation had been any different, maybe.

Tonycontinued to reassure Peter. Kept telling him he wasn’t going to go far, wasn’tgoing to leave, wasn’t letting him go through this alone.

“I’m here,”he kept saying, “Don’t worry, kiddo.”

At acertain point he wasn’t sure who he was reassuring more between the two ofthem.

Once home,Tony helps Peter eat something and tucks him into bed after he’s taken atentative shower with Tony right outside the door, but it’s not long beforePeter’s standing by the couch again, looking exhausted but too shaken to sleep.

And frankly,Tony’s not doing much better.

“You knowwhat?” He says, because he wants Peter to get some sleep above anything elseright now, “Let’s go see if my bed’s any comfier.”

Peter goeswithout protest, and when they’re lying down he doesn’t hesitate to tuckhimself up against Tony’s side like he belongs there, and Tony has the creepingfeeling that maybe he does.

He’s neverbeen more scared to lose someone than he was when he realized that Peter wasn’tbreathing.

He’s neverdreaded the realization that maybe he couldn’t save Peter more than he did thatafternoon.

Maybe it’stime to start accepting just how much Peter means to him.

Just howmuch he loves him.

And embraceit in the same way he now takes Peter so readily into his arms, tucking hisnose into the boy’s hair and letting his hand skim up and down Peter’s backuntil he feels him shiver under his touch and let out a soft rush of breathacross Tony’s collarbone.

It’s ascary thought; loving someone so much. But with every breath Peter takes and exhalesacross his chest, Tony’s a little more glad to be able to feel as much as hedoes.

Now all heneeds to do is find a way to show Peter.

He’ll workon that first thing in the morning.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #marvel #tw near drowning #tw near death experience #it could be seen as shippy or non shippy either works I think? #take this as you like #thank you for the request!! #my writing #fanfic #my fanfic #squishy-parker #replies #squishy once again coming through with the good prompts

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #347

“lay your head down, child  /  i won’t let the bogeyman come  /  count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums”

Have you ever watched a whole hour long infomercial? Ha, Girt and I have one day when he was hanging out. It was about a vacuum, to be precise. Do you tend to cave into peer pressure? No. Do you think it's attractive for a man to wear eyeliner? Yeah. Are you listening to music currently? Yeah, it's this version of Manson's "Lunchbox" that I hadn't heard before. Have you ever done something you once thought you'd be too chicken to do? Yeah, like going on this one ride at a fair. Y'know, the kind that slowly brings you way up and abruptly drops you. What's your relationship to the child you’re around most? They're my nieces and nephew. Have you ever had an illegal substance in your blood stream? No. What is the worst thing that has ever happened to your hair? More than once, back when I had long hair, it would get so knotted from neglect that I'd brush out just... giant clumps of hair. The joys of depression, right? It's honestly part of the reason I cut it all off, and it's something I seriously recommend for people who struggle with brushing their hair. What do you think about cats? I adore them. Who do you want with you when you're afraid? Absolutely my mom. Who might as well just be your sibling? Ha, Sara. We're just so remarkably similar, and even when we first met in person, we clicked like it was nothing. Would you ever consider working for the government? No; I'm not working with corrupt, lying motherfuckers. What is the weirdest thing you have ever witnessed a sibling doing? Well, your sister "sleepwalking" or whatever she was actually doing and grabbing a knife she'd hidden under her mattress to creep towards her then-boyfriend was beyond just "weird." Your first best friend's name? Brianna. How do you act when you're uncomfortable? "Anxious, impatient, and fidgety." <<<< Same. It's very obvious I want to get out of the situation. What bug would you like to be extinct? Do wasps do like... anything for the environment? I don't want to give a definite answer here that ends up being ignorant, because I appreciate bugs that are even just a regular food source for more vital creatures like spiders, but I don't know a damn thing wasps do that are beneficial. They just kill bees, from what I know. Do you know anyone other than a cop who has ever owned a cop car? No. Have you ever felt fire? I mean, I've never directly touched fire, no. What would you do if your first love asked you back out? I REALLY DON'T WANT TO PICTURE THIS. Do you know anyone that is a lesbian? Yeah. What are your thoughts on roleplaying games? I think they're fun. Do you want to have a bachelor/bachelorette party before you get married? So, true story, I don't even know what those entail exactly. But considering how few friends I have, I probably wouldn't. Ever been texted by mistake and played along & acted like you knew them? No. Would you ever get a name tattooed on you? Noooo sir. Do your parents dress like they’re years younger? Does it gross you out? They don't, but it wouldn't gross me out...? They can dress however they damn well please. Obsession from childhood? Dinosaurs and Spyro probably top the list. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Just swim, really. I hate warm weather. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? If there's snow, take pictures. If it's just cold, then I like to just stay inside and bundle up in bed. Five songs to describe you? I don't know five, but I know a few I resonate with: "Get Up" by Mother Mother, "That's What You Get" by Paramore, uhhh then idk. Best way for someone to bond with you? Hm. Probably just like... talk about life, like our stories and things we've been through, both good and bad. Just being mutually vulnerable makes me feel connected to people. I like bonding via music, too, and I find it pretty exciting to share songs and, once again, go deeper and share what they mean to you, etc. etc. In summary, I just like getting to know a person at their core. What is the first meme you remember seeing? Hell if I know. Lemonade or tea? Lemonade, by a landslide. Sci-fi, fantasy, or superheroes? Fantasy. Favorite type of cheese? American. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? I relate very deeply to Henry Townshend from SH4 with saying "what the hell?" about literally everything. If you were an anime character, what genre of anime would it be? I'unno. Character you relate to? Since watching a playthrough of the game the first time, I've related to Max Caulfield from Life is Strange very deeply. An awkward photographer that cares a lot for people. Favorite website from your childhood? Webkinz. Least favorite flavor of food or drink? Grape, usually. Or orange. Favorite potato food? French fries. PC or console gaming? I prefer console games. Writing or drawing? Shit man, why you gotta make me choose? I feel much more satisfaction after drawing something I'm proud of, but I write way more. Who would you put before everyone else? My mom. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Literally none. Do you get motion sickness? No. Have you ever been on a cruise? No. Have you ever bailed a friend out of jail? No. Have you ever won anything from a radio station? No. What do you do when you go to the beach? Swim for a while and then sit under the tent or whatever we brought and think about how ready I am to go home and get out of the heat. How many pillows are on your bed? Two. Do you like pickles? Yeah. Do you like camping? I've never been *legit* camping; Dad would just sometimes set up the tent in the yard and he and my sisters and I would sleep out there. I LOVED that as a kiddo. I think I'd enjoy like, one night of actual camping, so long as I have my camera and phone. My technology dependence would probably get me by Day #2, lol. Have you ever ridden a motorcycle? No, and I don't plan to. Wrecking in one of those can fuck you the hell up. Even with a helmet, just honestly, it seems... pretty stupid to put yourself at THAT incredible a risk. Have you ever had plastic surgery? No. Were you ever sent to the principal’s office as a kid? I don't think so... but maybe once? I have this super faint memory of being in the office, but maybe I was bringing them something from my teacher? That sounds about right. Have you ever used a slingshot? No. Have you ever driven an electric car? No. Do you live in an area that is prone to tornadoes? They happen here, but I wouldn't say we're "prone" to them. We get tornado watches/warnings a lot when we have summer storms, but it's seldom they actually occur, and it's even rarer for them to be noteworthy at all. What breed was the last dog you saw? One of our neighbors has a German Shepherd she walks a lot. How long have your parents been together (or how long were they together, if they no longer are): I wanna say around or over 20 years? I don't know. What 5 words best describe your mother’s personality? Loving, welcoming, resilient, selfless, and strong. Do you know any transgender people? Yes. Have you ever had a parrot sit on your shoulder? No, but that'd be cool. In the morning, do you eat breakfast first or brush your teeth first? I eat first. What’s something you’ve been struggling with lately? A number of things, but my weight's the real problem right now. All the weight loss progress I once made has almost been entirely erased... and I'm extremely, extremely upset about it. I'd rather move onto the next question than elaborate on this bullshit. Do you carry condoms? No, I don't have a reason to. Would you date someone with braces? Yes. Do you think people look up to you? God no. How often do you have trouble sleeping at night? Pretty much every night. Any vacations planned? No. We've never been able to afford vacations. Who were you last in a car with? My mom. Did you ever watch Sailor Moon? Yeah. My older sister was ooooobsessed. She even had the little toy wand and would dance to the theme when it came on. What do you want for Christmas? Well, it's rather early to think of that, but if I had to pull out an answer right now, it'd probably be either Venus' new terrarium (if I don't already have it) or supplies for it. If by some miracle I've been able to get everything I wanted for it by then, I would seriously love a hognose snake. If you had to get glasses would you wear contacts? I've worn glasses for many years, and I can live with it. I'd prefer contacts so I can get an undereye dermal piercing, but they're just too tedious for me. Best party you’ve ever been to? Maybe a big party my friend Summer had for one of her birthdays many years ago. We played lots of games like darts and stuff while listening to good music and just hanging out. Have you ever been surfing? I have not. Are you thinking about asking anyone out? No. Pink lemonade or regular lemonade? Pink. Chocolate or strawberry milk? Chocolate, for sure. I hate strawberry milk. Are you subscribed to a lot of channels on YouTube? Oh yes. Do you wish you had a better phone? Yeah. I mean, my phone is fine, but I particularly dislike the poor camera quality. Do you find texting fun? I'm officially becoming an old woman in that I don't really like texting anymore, but only because I make way too many typos. I would much rather type via an actual keyboard. Do you have any friends who have had twins? No. Do you have any past mistakes you’ve made that haunt you every day? Yes. Seriously. Are you bothered by something someone said to you years ago? Things especially Bryar and Colleen have said to me are probably going to die with me.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''pet'' by a perfect circle

[sherrybaby14]

Who Am I? Part Five

Summary: Tony's take on you and Steve, plus a certain soldier makes a brief appearance Warnings: None for this chapter @divadinag @ariwolff14 @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @marauderice @kellyn1604 @negan--is--god @theariel85 A yawn escaped Steve’s mouth as he went opened the fridge. A side effect of the serum was lack of fatigue, apparently that was more limited to fighting and less so to constant sexual session. He smiled, guessing there was actually a way to drain him after all. Since he brought the girl back to his space every three and a half hours he made sure to wake up and give her what she needed. After the last session he decided to get out of bed. It was 10 am, much later than he normally slept. She on the other hand looked like she needed more sleep than he was allowing. There was no knock or alert when the elevator doors opened. Steve was not surprised to see Tony march in with his chest puffed out and an angry look on his face. Steve spun in the kitchen as the other man walked up, practically shaking a finger. “Want to explain to me what the hell is going on?” Tony shoved him, but Steve didn’t move an inch. “You’re up early.” Steve poured a glass of milk. “I’d offer you coffee, but I don’t have any.” “Want to explain to me why the lab rat is upstairs?” Tony pointed towards Steve’s bedroom. “Want to explain to me how you know that?” Steve knew the answer, but wanted to hear it. “I know what happens in my own building.” Tony reached out and stole Steve’s milk. “You told me she wasn’t having an effect on you.” “Well she wasn’t, and then she was.” Steve shrugged. “Did you claim her at least?” Tony raised his eyebrows. “Nope. Side effect of her pills, can’t yet.” Steve stole his milk back. “Crap. Do you understand how illegal this is? How much trouble you would be in? I would be in? Can your thick alpha brain not think of anything except a little omega treat?” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re talking straight up felony jail time.” “Relax.” Steve flicked Tony on the forehead. “She’s my problem now. Don’t give her a second thought.” “Claim her, then we can come up some back story or get her to deny your involvement and then we can ship her off.” Tony pulled his hands down his face. Steve let out a growl. Tony stopped and his eyes went wide. “No. Bad alpha.” Tony smacked Steve on the nose. “I’m not putting up with this aggression garbage. Take care of business, keep her hidden until then. No more midnight lab runs. I’d send the two of you away, but then you’d probably let her do whatever she wanted and definitely get caught. At least here I can watch over you.” “Any word from Bruce?” Steve did not want to hear Tony talk about his omega any more. “Late last night. He’ll be back tomorrow. You didn’t hear from Bucky?” Tony leaned against the kitchen counter. “Don’t tell me, you get a girlfriend and ditch your boyfriend?” “I didn’t check my phone.” Steve let out another yawn. “Wow, I just realized you look like shit.” Tony grinned. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this bad…and I’ve seen you in some rough spots.” Steve propped his elbows up on the counter and wiped his face now. Then he let out another yawn. Tony was not a good moral compass, but at this point Steve was almost desperate for some feedback. “Can I ask you a hypothetical?” Steve really wanted some coffee. “Shoot.” Tony almost leaned in, as if he thought he was about to get some special gossip. “If you had a friend who was a drug addict, what line would you cross to help them get clean?” Steve hoped he was staying vague enough. If Tony knew the entire story there is no way he would approve, but the man was a beta. He couldn’t possibly understand. “Are you talking about that chickee upstairs?” Tony raised his eyes. “Because there was nothing addictive in those pills.” “No.” Steve shook his head. “Just hypothetical.” “Do you think Bucky relapsed?” Tony’s voice dropped an octave. “Hypothetical.” Steve crossed his arms. “I would do whatever it took to get them clean.” Tony slapped the counter. “Hypothetically if you helped them before you still have everything in place.” Tony glanced over his shoulder to the other set of stairs. The ones that led to Bucky’s room. When Steve first found him he insisted on helping him. The others were reluctant at first, but Bucky’s room was originally more like a cell. When the building was destroyed their apartment was largely untouched. As soon as Bucky’s HYDRA influence was erased moving into separate living spaces hadn’t came up. “Let me guess, you’re going to spend the day taking care of the girl?” Tony pushed off the counter. “Most likely.” Steve was staring at Bucky’s room, wondering if it could serve another purpose now. “Don’t forget to take care of yourself. Keep her hidden until you claim her.” Tony started towards the door. “Aren’t you going to ask what we were doing in the lab?” Steve realized Tony was not being as mosey as he normally was. “You were doing blood tests on each other.” He didn’t bother to turn around when he hit the elevator call button. “Found out that your blood would pretty much destroy her. Guess you will have to wait until the pills wear off the old fashioned way. Guessing on her age and time on them, I’m guess three, four months tops. You could’ve just asked me, after all, I’m a scientist too.” Steve rolled his eyes. Tony was a lot of things, but not a scientist. He knew when he took her to the lab Tony would find out. He expected this conversation to go a lot worse. The elevator arrived and Steve had to get out one last question. “Hey, wait.” Tony turned around. “Why were you so nice about all of this?” Steve walked around the kitchen counter. “Because you’re an old man.” Tony walked in the elevator. “It’s about time you settled down and you were never going to go to one of those formal houses. So a beautiful, smart omega walks into your life. As long as you claim her as soon as possible, keep her hidden in the process we’re OK. Bruce might be another story though.” With that the elevator doors closed. A small smile crossed Steve’s face. Maybe Tony was right, besides, she needed him. Whatever it took. That’s what he would do to help her. ~~~ The euphoric haze flooded your body and you curled up in your spot on Steve’s chest. You were exhausted, and not just now, literally all day. You weren’t even sure if it was daytime or not, giant blackout blinds covered the wall of windows in his room. Were they blinds? You couldn’t tell. “You should eat something.” Steve rubbed your arm. “Un-un.” You shook your head and tried to snuggle up to him. “I’m too tired.” “It’s three o’clock in the afternoon.” Steve gave you a little shake. “I mean it.” You threw your arm across his chest. “All I want, all I need is sleep and you.” It was impossible to keep time, all you did was sleep and wake up when Steve started kissing you. You never complained, he knew what you needed and when you needed it. “Come on. I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich.” Steve sat up. You clutched the sheet to your chest, but he tossed you a shirt. “Y/N, I mean it. Time to eat something.” Steve mumbled something else and then the blinds/wall started to open. Sunlight flooded the room and you groaned. You felt like you could sleep for days, but your eyelids fluttered open and you saw the look of concern on his face. It made your heart hurt and you sat up, pulling the shirt over your head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why, I’m just exhausted.” You let out a yawn as you flung your legs over the bed. “This isn’t like me.” “Believe me, I feel you.” Steve held out a hand. You noticed bags under his eyes and never felt more selfish in your life. You placed your hand in his and let him pull you up. You almost fell against him, but he grabbed your other arm and steadied you. “Are you alright?” A huge grin spread across your face. You had never felt so loved in your entire life. Part of you wanted to fall into him just to have him hold you again, but you knew how unfair that would be. So instead you steadied yourself. “I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so sleepy. I’m sure it will pass.” You let out a yawn. “I wish we could cuddle all night.” “Someday.” Steve leaned down and kissed your forehead. The sacrifice this man was making for you was unbelievable. You paused to take him in, pajama pants resting low on his hips. There was not a more perfect specimen on the planet. He beamed down at you with a small smirk and you looked away. “I told you, this is yours. Look away.” Steve started walking towards the door, pulling you behind him. When he opened the door it was direct to a set of stairs. You got a view of most of his place. It was gigantic. It was an open floor plan. The door opened directly to the elevator you came in last night. To the left of that was a kitchen, to the right an area with a kitchen table. As you descended you saw another set of stairs that met Steve’s at the bottom. They went up to a single closed door. When the second floor dropped out of view you saw the floor to ceiling windows and more open space. Half the area had a sunken, built in couch with a bar and television. The other side had a small workout area. Essentially the place was one giant room though. “I would hate to have a fear of heights.” The sun spilled in from the view of the Manhattan skyline. You were taller than any other building in view. When you reached the bottom step Steve led you to the kitchen, then sat you down at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. An alpha who could cook, you certainly were lucky. That was one thing that omega’s learned when they went to the homes, making you intentionally avoid the subject. “Not afraid of heights. What are you afraid of?” Steve pulled out a pan. “I was scared of being found out.” You hated to keep brining up the topic, but it had been such a huge part of your life. “Outside of that, I hate bugs especially wasps and hornets. I don’t mind spiders though.” “What makes a spider so special?” Steve got the rest of the food ready. “They kill other bugs. We play for the same team.” You tried to stifle another yawn. “What about you? What is Steve Rogers afraid of?” He smiled and looked over at you. “I love it that you see me as Steve Rogers and not Captain America.” His happiness made a strange feeling run through your body. Better than an A on a test or an accolade from a colleague ever had. “That’s not an answer.” You tried to give him a sly look, but another yawn escaped your mouth. “You really are exhausted.” He dropped the sandwich on the pan. The smell of the food made you wanted to cringe. All you wanted was his scent. The other aroma was souring it. “You don’t look so awake yourself.” You knew it was your fault and your dropped your chin. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He flipped the sandwich. “The only bugs we ever had growing up with cockroaches. They became a part of life. I used to give them nicknames.” “Ick. Where did you grow up?” You pictured him a midwestern farm kid. “Really? They teach about me in history classes.” He looked at you like you were lying. “All I cared about was science and math. Everything I learned about history got deleted so I could store more information. You’re lucky I still retained some knowledge from English.” You couldn’t believe how one track minded you were. “Sorry.” “Don’t be. I think I like it.” Steve flopped the grilled cheese on a plate and brought it to you. “New York.” “Wow, a city boy.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re full of surprises.” You wanted to pick up the sandwich and take a bite, but your stomach cringed at the thought. You looked up at him and his face fell. “I can’t.” You grabbed your stomach. “It looks really good, but if I take a bite of that I’ll throw it up.” Steve walked around the counter. He held out a hand like he was going to check you for a fever. You pulled your head back. “That’s not it.” One of the thing that scared you the most about your type was that. “I am more than satisfied in that department. I think it’s a side effect of the withdraw.” Steve dropped his hand. He let out a yawn and you copied him. Fatigue was not a side effect of what Steve was concerned about. “I really just need sleep. I’m sure this is temporary.” You stood up from the barstool and almost fell. Steve steadied you before bending down and scooping you up. You were so lucky to have this alpha who cared about you this way. You remembered the bags under his eyes and the yawns. You needed to repay the favor. “Steve, you don’t have to be on like a clock.” You brought your arms around his neck. “I hate to put you in that position, but it’s only temporary. I’m sure I will sleep longer than four hours anyway. That way you can rest.” His brow furrowed and he walked towards the stairs. He started up the left ones, but then turned around and headed up the other set. It didn’t matter where he was taking you. He knew best. “Promise?” He kissed your forehead. “Uh-huh.” You rested your head and felt your arms sliding away, never realizing life could be this good. You passed out in his arms, hoping you could be this happy forever. ~~~ Your eyes popped open. You sat up in complete darkness. Your arms stretched out, trying to feel where you were. In the middle of a giant bed, apparently alone. You felt your way to the edge and rolled out of it. Then walked with out hands outstretched, reaching for a wall. Finally your reached it, but it was soft. Your heart raced as you tried to feel for a light switch. After what felt like you had showered the entire length you found one and flipped it on. You were right. All of the walls were padded. The only thing in the room was the bed. Then your scanned the walls. There was a closet, a door, and a bathroom. You darted towards the exit. Of course it was locked. You pounded on it, but with each hit of your palm a memory came back. Your body working against his. You begging for him to fill you. Curling up against his chest. You fell to the floor and let out a sob. That was not you. That was some virus inside of your body growing. You didn’t not try to silence yourself. Footsteps running up. “Y/N, are you okay?” The asshole’s voice came from the other side. You scooted away from the door. You started to hyperventilate. Then the door swung open and you saw him. This is for your own good. You curled away from him. The doorframe was too small. You were incapable of hiding your distress. Every inch of you wanted to attack him. This man who had down this to you. His mouth hung open and he looked you up and down with shock. You did not want his pity this was his fault. With a sudden surge of adrenaline you flung yourself forward, not caring that you could not over power him. You almost made it passed him, but he grabbed you at the last second, his grip not as strong as you remembered. You kicked and scratched as he dragged you back to the bed. “LET ME OUT OF HERE. YOU FUCKING MONSTER!” You screamed at him as he tossed you down. His eyes never went black and he didn't try to grab you. Instead he moved back to the doorway. “I’m sorry, but I’m too tired. I can’t.” You stood up from the bed and raced towards him, but it slammed shut. You heard a lock click and started tugging at the handle. “HELP! LET ME GO!” You continued to pound at the door. How could this have happened to you? More memories of the last twenty four hours flooded your brain. The time in the lab. You helped him! You told you rapist what he had to do to keep you compliant. Everything you had worked for, your life's work, was used against you. What sort of psychopath had picked you? The door handle started to move again and your eyes went wide. You had to fight him with everything you had. You were stronger than this. It opened and you stood up, ready to try and shove him down the stairs. Instead you froze, shocked by what you saw. There was a strange man there. He had longer dark brown hair and equally as beautiful eyes as Steve. Relief flushed through you and you wrapped your arms around the man. Someone was here to help you, end this nightmare. You didn’t hold back the tears as he brought his arms around your back. “Shhhh.” He rubbed you back. “You don’t know what he’s done to me.” You made out between tears. “Please take me away from him.” There were so many other issues fighting you brain right now. You didn’t have time to think about what you were asking. The idea of an omega house filled you with almost as much dread as staying here, almost. “Shhhh.” He pulled you in tighter. “Thank you.” You needed out of this nightmare. “Shhhh.” His hand was so smoothing. Then you noticed his smell. Alpha. You started to shake. Steve had carried you up to the other room, this padded cell. He told you all about his best friend the first night you were together. The night your pheromones caused Steve’s eyes to get blown. You pulled away slowly and looked up at the new alpha. “I’m here to help you.” He blinked. You didn’t wait to see how they looked when he blinked. You pushed back off of him and fell to the floor. A growl escaped his lips and a scream escaped your lips.

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