A Broken Rib (drabble)
Summary: You broke a rib during a stunt, earning yourself a scolding by your girlfriend.
Warrnings: mention of bruising? and some errors (reread this maybe twice)
Author's Note: A small little drabble cause I wanted to get something out for you all but these wips are kicking my ass rn. Also this is inspired by an interview where Britney Snow (i think) broke a rib during a stunt where she had to ram against a car to break it's widow and a fic I read a bit ago were Jenna sprains her ankle at work when she's distracted by a video of reader. (sadly I can't find it or I'd link it) Hope you enjoy 🩵
Word Count: 431
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“You’re never doing that again.” Jenna reprimands a look in her eyes that says there’s no room for negotiation. However, it was an accident, you knew that and she knew that. The stunt was easy, even your manager agreed that you could ram yourself into the car for the scene. It didn’t stop Jenna from worrying though, the second she was told about your hospital visit a nervous pit settled deep in her stomach.
“Jen.” You groan, you’re in need of sleep and just want to be held in the shorter girl's arms while you watch your favorite comfort movie. “Don’t Jen, me I’m not the one in trouble, you are.” Crossing her arms, you finally notice just how high her anxiety was. Understanding exactly how much stress someone could put themselves under when not knowing the condition of their loved one. You had experienced the same mounting fear when she sprained her ankle on set a year ago.
You sigh, never wanting to make her sick with worry especially when you were fine. “Baby, I’m okay. It’s one broken rib, plenty of people get broken ribs and survive.”
“I’m just a little sore.” You add, prodding at the growing colors splayed across your abdomen. “And bruised.” Jenna mumbles knowing she’s not gonna get anywhere with you. You grab her hand placing it above your heart. “I’m fine. We got the shot, neither I nor Naomi need to redo it.”
“She’s doing all your stunts from now on and I mean it.” Jenna gives you her best stern eyes but she knows you, you’re just like her when it comes to things like this. If you can do it yourself then why not?
“You know I can’t promise that.” Jenna sighs knowing you’re right. She gently wraps you up in a hug, careful not to hurt you further. She’ll have plenty of time to scold you but for now she’d rather get you into bed to rest. “Just take it easy next time, okay? If you need a break, take one.”
“I will. I promise.” Promising sincerely, your y/e/c eyes boring into her soft brown ones. “Too bad there’s not gonna be a scar though, I heard women love scars.” You tease, breaking the tension.
“Oh my god, please shut up.” Jenna says hiding her face in your neck at your embarrassing statement. Unable to contain her chuckle at your silly excuse for flirting. “I love you, even though you’re a reckless idiot.”
“Yeah but I’m your reckless idiot.”
Squeezing her tighter in your hold. “I love you too.”
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https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/15HqCVdAn8nfRi1onlPaGKx7WaNYdK7ZUVKmVExfw2uQ/edit#gid=0
In case anyone is interested in an 8-hour Moiraine and Siuaraine playlist, here is one I spent the past week making. I can't share the spotify link for some reason, but I can share the spreadsheet I used to make it. The songs are sorted by major plot events, color-coded by my take on the primary POV, and there's a long note explaining the way I've combined book and show plot points and my head cannon for things we haven't yet seen.
!! FULL BOOK SPOILERS IF YOU CLICK THROUGH !!
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i tried revisiting chappell roan’s discography bc i love good luck babe so much it’s genuinely so good but the only chappell roan song other than good luck babe that i like even a little bit is red wine supernova the rest of her music is just not interesting enough to merit her looking like that. and none of it utilizes her voice either, it’s just drowning in mediocre production and whiplash inducing lyrics
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there's two types people:
those who absolutely love hozier in a way only his songs can explain
or
those who are like "oh the guy who sang that gay church song"
i wish i could get in a room of the first type of people and scream "no grave can hold my body down, I'd crawl home to her" at the top of my lungs
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