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curious-menace · 3 years

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Can you do headcanons of any Riddler getting cared for and gentle kisses from reader after getting beat up? He needs some loves.

SO I MAY HAVE SUGGESTED THAT MY ULTIMATE FANTASY IS TO GIVE RIDDLER A HUG WITH BACKRUBS AS HE TELLS ME ABOUT HIS DAY AND I STAND BY THAT WHOLE-HEARTEDLY .

i freaking love this stuff so im going to do all of them mwahahah

post asswoop riddlers getting loves

Arkham riddler

He’s VERY quiet, which knowing him and his inability to stop talking, is bad news.

I paint arkham riddler as a cry baby and i stand by that. this is the hill i will die on. He’ll have dragged his sorry ass into your apartment or house , dripping blood on your floors but he wont bother calling for you. he’ll just sit at the table with his head in his hands having a lil pity party until you find him.

when you do finally get home, he’ll be looking like a kicked puppy. he’s gotten stuck in his own head, mentally beating himself up even more. he got a fright when you came in because he was so caught up he didn't even hear you at the door.

He’s literally sits there like a child with his arms up for you to come scoop him up. he’s not even sure why his first thought after getting beat up was to come here, he’s probably lead the cops here or something and that was so stupid and- you should probably give him a lil soft smooch on the head to stop him before he goes into a spiral.

he needs more emotional and mental care than physical. Talk to him while you're patching him up. any topic, it doesn't matter just keep him focused on your voice and not the one in his head calling him dumb.

he wont admit he wants to be held and coddled after something like this. get your softest blankie and 2 mugs of coco with marshmallows and just ramble at him. tell him about your day or ask him to explain something boring and complicated so he’s focusing on that rather than how upset he is. let him sit on your lap or between your legs on the sofa and watch how its made or mythbusters or something until he falls asleep. he should be ok again in the morning, he doesnt stay down for long.

Blacklight Riddler

He’s used to getting his ass kicked, either by batman, the other rogues or once he’s a PI, by unhappy clients and the people he put away. He might be tiny but he’s pretty tough.

even if he’s really hurting, his probably trying to crack jokes and tell blood and bruise related riddles. He doesn't like to see you worry so even if he’s in a lot of pain or a bit upset about things, he’s trying to make you smile.

he likes kisses on his bruises. even if he just banged his hand on the table he’ll come to you because he wants you to kiss it better.

He’s a decent fighter, unlike a lot of riddlers who couldnt fight their way out of a paper bag. He can throw punches but he lacks in defence and with his bad knee, dodging can be a little hard. even if he wins the fight he’s still likely to need you to patch him up.

He likes kids plasters. like hello kitty and spongebob. no im not joking, he ALWAYS wanted them when he was little and his parents always said no. now he’s an adult he’s going to use them whenever he damn well pleases.

if it was a particularly bad one, he’ll be ok in the moment even if he has to go to hospital. But he’s going to drop the facade at some point and let you see how upset he is. winding up in hospital after being beat was a common occurrence in childhood. even after doing it time and time again as an adult it doesn't make it any easier on him. he’ll want to stay in your bed, be close to you for few days until either he starts to heal or something snaps him out of his funk.

BTAS Riddler

he really prefers other people to do the fighting for him. well physically anyway. he can handle his own arguments...most of the time. He’s going to need you to nurse a bruised ego more than anything. he probably got dunked on my batman or crane and now he’s huffing.

i don't know if this counts as care and kisses but he clearly needs you around to keep his sorry ass alive. he hurt his side in a fight once and said he wasn't hurt. believable... until he started to act a little confused, a little dizzy. needless to say it worried you enough to take him to emergency care.

He was obviously in agony by now but he was still fighting with you the entire drive there, insulting you and insisting he was fine. its a good job you took him when he did, turns out he’d ruptured his spleen and would probably be dead if you weren’t around to act like his common sense.

he still hasnt apologised for that. or any of the other times you insisted on medical care to stop him from pushing up daisies. he just pretends like you know he’s grateful so he doenst have to admit he’s bullheaded, stubborn and worst of all, wrong.

if he has been seriously hurt, he acts more indignant about it than anything. he wants to be waited on and pampered while resting in bed. he can be a genuine pain to deal with, talking about how lucky you are to see him in such a vulnerable state and how you should be grateful he’s letting you do this for him.

He doesn't want to admit how much he actually needs you. his goons wont put up with him when he’s like this and he’s freaking paying them to do it. you do it for free and no matter how annoying he is you havent left him yet. he doesn't tell you but youve noticed he starts getting you more gifts about a week after he’s recovered. like its taken him a day or two to work out he should probably thank you for all you do.

Original Riddler

this riddler is just weird. like he gets a freaking hang nail and he pretends like he’s dying. but he could nearly lose a limb and he’ll say “tis but a scratch” and still try to hobble about like nothing is wrong.

actually he’s more like olaf “oh look i've been impaled.”. he probably tries to laugh off life threatening injuries like its nothing, taking maybe 3 steps before he collapses on his face in a blood puddle and lets out a tiny “help”

good luck moving his tall lanky ass around. better get a gurney and maybe those vets at the zoo who deal with giraffes. seriously if you want to take care of him you are going to need help or some sort of action plan and a go bag because with his limp butt this will not be easy.

he’s kinda like BTAS riddler in that he needs you to tell him the injury is serious. hes not dumb he just has a high pain threshold and genuinely doesn't realise that injuries are as bad as they are.

he can be a bit of a baby while being patched up. he doesn't like a lot of blood or gore, it makes him feel a little sicky. better give him your phone to play with like a kid at the doctors or put the tv on for him to watch while you bandage him. word of warning, he will pass out or throw up if you try to give him stitches.

i think you should focus your love and attention on him AFTER medical care. just focus on the job, be silent and as fast as possible to get it over with quickly. you should probably bring him something sweet too. no not just you, although you are sweet for looking after him. give him something sugary because he’s going to be light headed after seeing any blood. maybe you could give him a lolly for being a good patient.

Telltale riddler

this riddler is essentially a metahuman. he can REALLY take a beating and bounce back fairly quickly. just look how many times batman punched him in the face and it barely stunned him! he doesnt usually need patched up after a fight. maybe just a lil smooch and some hugs

he did really need your help after the whole pact thing. having his friends abandon him hurt like hell, more than any physical injury ever could.

after that, he clings to you. almost obsessively so; we know he’s got some serious mental illnesses but he usually has the worst of it under control, even without meds. now? it seems like he’s experiencing ptsd and is afraid to go anywhere without you, like you might up and disappear if you arent in his line of sight at all times.

i think this riddler might need the most intense care from you. hugs and gentle reassurance wont be enough. you’re going to be responsible for taking him to therapy, keeping him taking his meds and grounding him to reality. this is the kind of responsibility you took on when you got involved with him but i doubt you realised how hard it would be. i cant promise it will all be worth it but i can promise he wont ever forget your kindness.

the kind of care he needs after such a hard knocking down is just stability. im not one for romance or any mushy gushy stuff but please just pour your love into the cracks in this poor mans soul.

its hard going, but he has his moments. his gallows sense of humor is still there and hey, after him being in and out and gone for so long, it might be nice to have him around more.

Zero year riddler

INSUFFERABLE LITTLE SHIT THIS ONE. he could LITERALLY be bleeding out in your arms and he’d STILL be backseat driving on your medical skills. the temptation to just leave him there to bleed is INCREDIBLE.

he’ll drop the act eventually. he’ll ask and maybe even beg for your help. man has no shame and all the self preservation instincts of a lemming. dont get me wrong, he can be a total coward some times, only looking out for himself . but when he’s actually hurt ? not a fuckin clue. does this head wound need an ice pack or heat pack? is this spurring blood wound worthy of medical care? no idea. he was a very sheltered child who never got so much as a bruise so he has no idea what to do when he’s hurt.

he gets the everloving shit kicked out of him on a clockwork basis. like you could hear knocking on your door at 3 am and already be at the table with a first aid kit like oh its tuesday riddler must have broken his nose.

he takes entirely too much joy in making you patch him up. youre starting to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose just to see you in your little apron and latex gloves . he’s getting off on this and you know it but god help you, you just cant resist his dumb face asking for your help and would you also wear this pink nurses outfit while youre at it?

one time he lost a LOT of blood. he would be fine but he was pretty damn loopy from lightheadedness. while you were trying to get him into bed to rest he started flirting with you. can you believe the audacity? he’s lost 3 pints of blood and he’s still more focus on his libido?

he’s actually going to be both humble and grateful for your help when he finally comes round. dont get me wrong, he’s still a bit of a prick but at least he says thank you for saving him before he demands you kiss all his booboos and ouchies.

nonnie i am having a stroke. i was trying SO hard to just pick one but i COULDNT because i am WEAK for hurt and comfort.

theres a reason i have a tag that literally says “i have naughty hands and no self control”

someone needs to stage an intervention

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Eighty Nine. Part 2

My head in my hands, just praying and praying, praying that my daughter gets better. It’s breaking me seeing my daughter this way, I am going to need gran gran Dolly to look over my daughter right now, I can’t lose her. I can’t lose her; I can’t be without my daughter. I should be in that bed not her, her tiny body working overtime, but she is getting the help, by the grace of god she will pull through “please” I breathed out, I shouldn’t have taken her away, I should have kept her at the hotel, I should have not let anyone touch her, but I didn’t. I was being too happy and free with her, if I lose my daughter I am gone with her. Feeling a pair of hands on my arms “come here sis” Rorrey said, getting up from the chair and hugging Rorrey “how did I not realise this Rorrey? Look at my daughter, oh my god” Rorrey turned us around “this isn’t your fault, you got to know this. This happens, it’s a test. She is in the best care, you hear that. She is in the best place, you got to understand. You are so new to this; niece is only six months. Even I didn’t see the issue, you tried. You got the doctor to see her, if the doctor said that how is it your fault, stop this. If you are going to be like this then you not going to be good enough for her, she needs her mother Robyn. I know you need Rylee too, but she needs you, she needs to feel you there and being this way is not going to help her, she is going to feel you upset. You carried her Robyn; she is close to you. Come on Robyn, you got this” Rorrey is saying all this to me, but I am not taking it in, how can I when my daughter is on the bed just looking exhausted, closing my eyes slowly, her cries are just ringing through my mind, just crying and crying and I did nothing but wanting to feed her.

Stood over Rylee, watching her with just tubes all over her. I made the biggest mistake of my life, first with going on tour and I lost my baby, and now this. Maybe I am not fit to be a mother, maybe it’s me “hi, sorry. I am the nurse here, hello” looking behind me “I am Nicole, I work alongside Myriam, I have come to check on Rylee” she is smiling, and I don’t find anything to smile about “can I put this on my baby” I said sniffling, I am a mess “it’s her favourite blankie” she nodded her head “of course you can, we can put it over her legs that is fine. Make her all comfortable” holding it out to her “please” I don’t want to hurt her “I most certainly can” she took the blankie from me, stepping back “we can place it over her legs and body, come closer Rihanna” I don’t think I need to touch my daughter, clearly “I am here” I mumbled “look, her hand movement. It’s must really be her favourite” she fixed Rylee’ hand atop of the blankie “it is” that is it, tears again “do you know how hard it was getting here, nobody would let me in” Mel walked on “oh my word” she saw Rylee, I just sobbed out “oh no, Robbie” I can’t believe that this is happening, why me, why does this have to happen to me, always me “I failed Mel, I failed” Mel shushed me “stop it, hey. Calm down, just stop” Mel wrapped her arms around me tightly.

My head resting atop of Mel’ shoulder as my tears just fell, the nurse is checking on my daughter, but I just want her in my arms, I want her tiny little face to get excited when I see her in the morning, for her to be invested in my morning routine, her aura around me. She is literally my partner; she never left my side, and this has happened “is she ok?” Chris said, lifting my head away from Mel’ shoulder, I totally forgot about Chris being here, he has been so quiet sat there “she is, she needs more oxygen in her system more water and nutrients, she has missed a lot but progress” she walked around the bed slowly “we request no kids here in this room, this will stop the spread. She will be infectious for a good three weeks so the contact from child to child needs to be minimal. We request also to just have immediate family here, we have a few people outside that want to come, and I am sorry, but we can’t have them all in, we will need you both to list the names and keep it minimal, this ward has a lot of sick children, and we have less space, there has been an uprise in RSV cases so don’t feel you are a bad parent, you’re not. But I will leave you all to it, also we did want to move her to another ward, but we want her to get the best care and close to us, we need to keep an eye on her, but we will look to move her into a bigger room then, but I am just outside ok” nodding my head slowly, I wonder who is trying to come.

I wish when I walked into that apartment it was a different situation, I walked into that apartment and my goal was to annoy Robyn all day because it’s her birthday, I wish I didn’t see what I saw when I did, I wish it was different. My heart dropped seeing Robyn and Rylee like that, to see them both just crying out for help, you do anything you can do when you see that, I dropped my crutches and I was gone, to see my daughter and my wife like that and I wasn’t there, she needed me. Rorrey and I only went there early because, I don’t know really I just felt the need to go, and I did. I just jumped into help mode, but I really feel helpless, I haven’t been spending that time with her, she wouldn’t settle with me at all, she disliked me, and I felt it but she was in pain and I can’t blame her. I am going to be a broken man if I lose my daughter and I wasted those months doing what, this is what is important to me, this. I am so fucking dumb, now I am just on the edge. Every fucking moment, every smile, diaper, squeal, yawn, side eye. Hell even being sick on me, and she just smiled when she did, I want it back I took it for granted. When I see Rylee I just see Robyn and she does have my whole heart when she stares at me “fuck” I mumbled putting my head down “you got this” Rorrey placed his hand on my shoulder, he says that but I don’t think I have “you got this” he said again crouching down to me “the best thing you both got is each other, be there for my sister Chris, this is your moment” looking at Rorrey “you think” I mumbled “I do, you need to be the strong one to bring my sister back to thinking straight” Rorrey has a point but I don’t want to be in her face “stay strong brother” nodding my head.

I really would like this cast off, but I have no choice, Mel is stood away from Robyn and this is really my chance to go up to her because she is on her own next to Rylee’ bedside. I haven’t gone closer to Rylee’ bedside, I have stayed away in the corner because it pains me to see it, Robyn keeps blaming herself, but she wouldn’t have left the home and done all these things on her own with Rylee if I was home, I wasn’t there supporting her, so she didn’t herself, I am equally to blame in this. I fucked up bad, and on top of that I haven’t spent time with her, I am nothing like my dad, nothing like him, I am a bad person, and I can only blame myself in this. Hobbling over to Robyn, I am used to using no crutches now, I can just limp around like this. Just that it takes the weight off with crutches, Robyn looked over at me and she looks so pale, tired, her sore eyes. I don’t think I have seen Robyn cry this badly before, I have seen her cry but this, and I understand because I can’t even look at Rylee. I stopped at the side of Rylee “Mel, shall we go and see what my mother is doing” Rorrey said “yeah, we will be back” Mel said, my eyes dragged away to the bed and to see Rylee like that, I turned my head away. I am just so angry and hurt at myself, at everything. A sob left my lips, trying to keep myself together. Robyn turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, my lower lip trembling as I tried to supress the cry, but it happened “I know” she said, turning my head and resting my head on Robyn’ shoulder as I let out the cry I was holding back.

Wiping my face with my hands, Robyn moved back from the hug. Looking back over at Rylee, my daughter looks so unwell, and I hate it. Reaching my hand over, my fingers lightly brushing over her hand, her tiny little hands. This kills me so much; she is just so tiny “you know you need to rest” moving my hand back “how?” Robyn turned to me “stop fighting it, you need to at least have a nap. Let’s go and eat or something? Anything, I know you want to be here for Rylee, but you need to be here for that with strength, she needs you but being like this ready to collapse is not it. I am her father; I will be here. Let me be here, like you really do need to rest” so looks so tired, it’s not even funny “what if she wakes up and I am not here” she questioned “she has her uncle and auntie here too that adore her, you know everyone does. Just let’s go and get some food, when they come back we go yeah?” she is so reluctant in doing anything, but she is also so deflated “ok” she breathed out “cool, I think they got places here. I remember when you were having the baby, when I would want a cigarette, Starbucks they have and some other things” walking like this is going to be the death of me, I may need my crutches or get some from here “take me for a cigarette, you still smoke right?” nodding my head “take me when they come back” I don’t want her to smoke but I am not going to say no either, I won’t be doing that to be honest.

I found crutches, well I got the hospital to get some “lift your head up” Robyn said, looking up confused. She yanked my zip up on my jacket “I just don’t want to be seen” nodding my head “I mean you’re easy to notice, somewhat” she is wearing her brother’ jacket and hat, the hood is up too but we have to smoke outside so it’s public “that is your second one now, can we go in after that” she is just smoking my cigarettes “those ain’t cheap either” she side eyed me smiling “I see your spirit, call it a birthday present” this really sucks on her birthday too “ok that’s a cheap present now, I had so much planned for you too” shaking my head “that is sarcasm now, don’t give me that” I chuckled “I erm, I came to annoy you. Your birthday card is at the apartment somewhere, I don’t know where though because it kind of fell in the process, but I did have something planned for you, I had to change plans though” Robyn smiled lightly “sounds about you, coming to annoy me. I feel so much better having this, stressed out of my mind that my birthday doesn’t matter at all but that is sweet of you and that idiot because I know Rorrey was involved in wanting to annoy me” it was his idea “kind of” I won’t admit that.

I apologised to Robyn, I had too because I should be getting her things but like I can’t “it’s fine, you can’t obviously” watching her sit down across from me “Rorrey said that my mother managed to get her way to the room so I will see her, I just didn’t want to see her. Not in a bad way, when I was in that moment I just wanted her advice and I said she is not well, all she could say is that evil eye, she has got it, people are jealous. You flaunt her around everywhere, I am acting like a single mother, if I want to go travelling alone like a single person to give her to you and that I made her ill. Showing off to much, like everything was my fault and I didn’t want to hear that and now she will be like I told you so when I get to the room so I am not looking forward to it at all” I didn’t know Monica was saying all that “damn, really? She has been ok with me, then again your mother scares me so I am on my best behaviour. She was asking me actually, has she called you? And this was a few days ago actually, the day after you picked Rylee and left, and you didn’t call but I just said yeah, but I didn’t know she was doing that” I am shocked “she actually just said just sort yourselves out” I added “hmmm yeah, she kind of wants me to get on with it in a way. That I am not listening, but I just don’t want her involved, her views can be so backwards at times. She thinks the issues aren’t huge for me to move out, she is annoyed that I did, she is praising you for admitting it all to her” I cringed “how else could I get you to stay here” I blurted out “true, I am glad I did. She may have been this way while there and that would have scared me to have to rush back here, lucky call” I had no idea Robyn was having these issues with her mother.

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sloppy-butcher · 4 years

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Request 2 of 2 is any killer you want meeting a sneaky survivor (later s/o bc I’m weak) who can get up from being moried but have reduced movement, repair speed and if they get hooked it’s instantly over for them (I say any because I want you to write what you like, I’ll probably request more characters for either prompts I sent tho if you’re ok with it)

okay so, with this ask i decided to do something a little different.

The idea of somehow surviving a mori is so bizarre and unlikely that it really took me a while to think about it. I mean, the whole point of a mori is to outright kill the survivor. so in order to bring this request to life i decided to set up some ground rules.

1.) it will be assumed that the survivor who can outlive a mori is one lucky bastard. Whether it is because the killer is in a rush and cannot ensure the job is done correctly or they just suck and overestimated their killing ability.

2.) It will also be assumed that in order to survive a mori, the person who gets up immediately seeks the best medical attention the Fog has to offer (i.e. They rush over to Claudette bleeding outta their asshole). They must also be near the end of a trial because once they escape all wounds will be healed and their supposed death will be null and void.

Below is a list of the mori’s that are a definite no-no and are a maybe (WARNING: i wrote these at 3AM)

Mori’s you would definitely die to:

Huntress (Axe to the face)

Bubba (*get that bitch Leatherface!* chainsaw up torso)

Hag (pulls spleen (?) out, needs some spice)

Deathslinger (speared from butthole to mouth hole)

Oni (sword through the chest and no more tongue)

Pyramid Head (huge knife through gut)

Freddy (fingers your chest)

Spirit (knife to meet you *screams in Japanese*)

Doctor (you got a brain? not anymore)

Legion [specifically Joey] (mans is determined and crazy strong. its lights out for you)

Mori’s that are a MAYBE live:

Trapper (basic slash 4 a basic bitch)

Wraith (*baby WHACK baby WHACK baby WHACK*)

Hillbilly (bruh it aint even that deep)

Nurse (lady got moldy worm fingers, dafaq that suppose to do)

Clown (steals a finger and cracks your back)

Demogorgon (again, cracks your back starting with your neck)

Myers (has no aim and could miss a vital organ)

Ghostface (again, has talent but got no direction)

Pig (cover that new mouth vagina quick then you’d be gucci)

Plague (i want her to spit in my mouth so)

Legion [rest of them bitches] (punk lil babies who probs can’t even open a pickle jar)

Pyramid Head (the mini mori where he just bonks you after being hooked/cage: vibe check failed)

Now, with this out of the way, I have chosen two killers to write about. hope they are ok <3

HeadCanons for The Wraith (Philip Ojomo) and The Plague (Adiris) with a sneaky S/O capable of surviving a mori

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo)

Has to do a double-take when he sees you up and walking. He’ll literally stop dead in his tracks and just watch as you stumble across the landscape, dropping all his previous activities to focus on you. You looked like a ghost.

He’d question himself for a moment. Had he actually killed you? Did he just down you and forget? No, no. Philip always remembered who he killed, their faces of fear and pain, and their cries as he slashed open their backs. He was a strong man, vicious in his attacks. There was no way he could have missed. Yet, like a living contradiction to his beliefs, you were there.

He’d stalk you, cloaked and extremely quiet, turning the invisible factor up to 120%. You wouldn’t even notice he was there. He’d follow you around, peaking from behind trees and through windows as you would hobble after teammates and sloppily repair generators. If one of the more bulky survivors were on your team they’d carry you, slinging one of your arms over their shoulders and leading you around. How selfless and thoughtful. The other, more clever survivors would hurriedly try to mend your wounds, quick hands weaving through medkits and over broken skin. However nothing they did return you to your prior vigor. You definitely carried the weight of a near-death experience. regardless, Philip felt moved by your teammates' determination to help you.

If you ended up being the last survivor in the trial, the others having been hooked or mori’d, Philip would always let you live. He’d watch you get back up from your position on the floor, blood spewing out of the wounds across your back. You’d groan and shakily get to your feet, swaying as you did so, before trudging off to start the final generators. He admired your commitment and vowed to not disturb you as you worked. But progress was slow and Philip always found himself circling you. Maybe if you were healed you could work better? He thought to himself as he quickly zoomed around the arena in search for discarded med-kits. He’d find some still clutched in the frozen hands of dead teammates and hurriedly he’d take and present them to you. Although he was too nervous to actually hand the items to you, Philip would quietly leave them on the floor for you to turn around and find. Then he would retreat back to the shadows and continue to watch you.

The Plague (Adiris)

Adiris would also do a hard double-take. She’d gasp loudly when she found you working on another generator. You could hear her mumbling ancient words under her breath, rambling, and getting more and more frantic as she approached you.

Unlike Philip, Adiris would have no hold-ups about hurting you and she would set to work chasing and quickly down you again. With one quick smack, you would be forced to the ground with the impossible tall lady standing over you. Her previous whispered had now progressed into full-blown shouts. She’d call out to the sky in a desperate and commanding tone, the Babylonian language feeling strange in your ears. With palms open and facing upwards Adiris would thrust back her head and shout out for an explanation. Were you some kind of God? Maybe even a demon or angel? Whatever you were, it freaked Adiris out. Her eyes focused solely on the dark sky, all previous engagements to the trial having been forgotten. You could hear her desperately calling out for her God, crying for a reason as to why you didn't die. After several minutes, with her eyes filling with tears, Adiris relented and lowered her head.

There was no answer. If you weren’t some type of supernatural being, and instead just some poor ordinary person, then Adiris had in fact just failed at killing a poor soul. She wasn’t stupid; she could tell that she was chosen to mindlessly hurt and kill people for her God. Her personal philosophy when it came to hunting down the survivors of the Fog, was to offer them a swift and painless exit from this world of suffering. But with you laying at her feet, wheezing with blood and vomit coating your clothing, Adiris had to realize that she had failed, not only herself but you. She hadn’t effectively killed you and instead only added to your pain.

Adiris knew that you carried that burden of her weapon and she felt it tear her up inside. She hated herself and her lackluster ability to effectively kill you. She debated whether to try to kill you again. But the thought of even attempting such an act boiled her stomach and made her sick. You watched her from your position on the floor. There was a deep sense of sadness in her eyes, her shoulders lowered and it seemed she had lost her prideful demeanor. She looked pitiful and lost, like a child having been told Father Christmas isn’t real. After a moment of watching her for signs of aggression, Adiris finally moved. She knelt down and gently placed a hand on your back. She mumbled something to you that sounded like an apology before she quickly stuck her hands underneath you. Effortlessly the tall lady picked you up bridal style and set off in search of your teammates. In the distance, you spotted Nea working on the last-gen. Adiris also noticed the girl and with long, determined strides, brought you to her. Nea went to flee at the killer's approach, but when she saw you in her arms, carried like a baby, she stood her ground. Adiris dropped you at Nea’s feet and with one final look, walked away never to be seen again for the remainder of the trial.

#a really unique request #much love #dbd headcannons #dbd the wraith #dbd the wraith x reader #dbd philip ojomo #dbd philip ojomo x reader #dbd th eplague #dbd the plague x reader #dbd adiris #dbd adiris x reader

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of-another-broken-heart · 3 years

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I guess it’s time for another pointless update about the worsening state of my life.

I’ll get the rosy stuff out of the way first.

I finally got in the shower today.

It took 2 days of chilly autumn-like rain for me to be able to rest enough, and then not be overheated into useless exhaustion and nausea, to do it. But I got in the shower. I shampooed my hair, several times, to get through the summer heat sweat and oil. I did conditioner, twice, because I am losing hair and what’s left is thinning pretty badly. I rubbed a bunch of soaked dead skin off my body with just my hands. I tried to finish off a bottle of body soap that I got... years ago. I unloaded an unreasonable amount of soap onto my loofa and made suds and scrubbed for a while. I’ll never feel fully clean until I can actually soak and rub everything off, but it’s better.

A couple days ago, I asked mom if we could go to the beach for a little bit. It had been hot. Unbearably hot. It was evening by the time I asked - still before sunset, though. So we went for a little while, an hour maybe? I waded into the water up to my knees. It was cold. Tide was going out, nearly at low. I don’t love the beaches here. The sand is coarse. There are loads of rocks and shells - plenty with brutal sharp edges. And I didn’t bring water shoes with me. But I hobbled across the rocks and shells, and slimy low-tide seaweed, and the muddy silt in the shallows, to stand up to my knees and just... enjoy the cold water. My mom went in a little deeper than I did. She brought water shoes and a clam rake, so she went clamming. I started feeling some vertigo and retreated back to the towel mom had laid down on the sand. I had brought a book - one of the thyroid books I checked out months ago, and still haven’t finished a single one - but instead I took out my phone and checked some messages, and took a few pictures. Mom brought up 14 good clams. We didn’t linger much after that. The sun dipped below the trees, evening flies and gnats started to come out. We headed home. Mom made some linguini with clam sauce tonight. And some baked clams.

And that ends the rosy stuff.

I’m still plagued with uncontrollable preoccupation with a manipulative, abusive, probably narcissist who took my years of recovery from the last person who fucked me up, and threw it all in the trash, and doesn’t give a single shit about any of it. Someone who knows the language of the damaged and abuses it to get what he wants out of people, and throws them away the instant they don’t fit his desires, or prove to have morals more durable than his lies.

I still miss the biggest lie. The fake person. It will never not hurt, that I fell for a falsehood. That I was so easy to trick and trap and use and abuse and discard. I hate how happy I was, just briefly, and how I’m going to pay for it, for years now.

My heart is failing. There’s no way around it. I’m in bed half of every day. I am taking every possible measure within my grasp to “manage my stress” and none of it has had any real impact on my blood pressure. I try to avoid things that stress me out. Socio-economic struggle is not some scratchy sweater you can choose to remove, though - it’s the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins and I am stuck with that. I “avoid salt” in the way that I always have - by barely eating, because of guilt and shame and poverty and, now, relentless nausea. I “cut back on alcohol” the same way I always have - poverty makes it very easy to be unable to afford it, and if you don’t have it, you can’t drink it. I am “managing my weight” the same way I always have - which is to say, alternating between rolling my eyes at the baseless suggestion, and starving myself in the ways I already mentioned.

My systolic pressure is always high. Always. Even at my lowest readings, it falls in the “Elevated” category. Diastolic varies. It’s usually the high end of normal, but creeps over the threshold sometimes. Pulse has been... weird. Most of my readings were in the 70s, perfectly normal. Recently, with the heat and humidity and relentless stress, I’ve had irregular and elevated heart beat. Still hasn’t crossed 100 bpm (the limit for “normal”) but it’s gotten close.

I have my next doctor’s appointment in a few days. Tuesday. It’s giving me anxiety. I never phoned in to update about the trazodone or lisinopril like I meant to. I want my fatigue taken seriously, and I know it won’t be. I have some tests I’d like to know the results of, and I feel like my requests will get denied, just like my requests for COVID tests were.

I just want a real answer. I’m tired of trial after trial after trial, wasting literal years of my life, and costing what remains of my health, because doctors and western medicine in general would rather I remain undiagnosed and unhelped than concede to an incurable condition that can’t be “exercised” away.

CFS. I meet every criteria. I have met every criteria for years. Even the “loophole” part about symptoms being chalked up to other conditions - even that doesn’t actually stand up any more. Because I have been in treatment for those conditions, and the symptoms persisted, which means there is something else going on and it’s CFS.

It’s summer. We’re poor. We’re trapped here. It’s hot. Unbearably hot. We don’t have A/C. I don’t, anyway. I am a living stereotype, I am stuck in an unfinished cement block basement, surrounded by dust and dirt and cobwebs and moths and beetles and spiders and assorted flying biting things, always. We have humidity here. High humidity. Wet-bulb temperature is low here, the humidity is so high. Human thermoregulation relies on sweat evaporation, and high humidity means evaporation doesn’t happen, which means lower temperatures in high humidity are just as dangerous, even fatal, as higher temperatures in dry air.

I’m alone. I’m so fucking alone. I’m trying, like a crazed person, to reach out to people, every single day, to feel less alone. But the instant the conversation is gone, I’m crying. Because I’m still in this basement, a thousand miles from anyone who cares about me, lit by a single shitty bulb

- not even in the ceiling any more, no! The switch jammed, the pull cable doesn’t toggle into the “on” position any more, so the ceiling light is just an outlet now. At least it didn’t die outright, or I wouldn’t even have my computer, or chargers, or tablet, or phone. It’s my only outlet. But I went nearly a week in total darkness, because we’re poor. This isn’t our house. None of us are electricians. We can’t fix the thing. So my mom, on a day off, when i managed to be awake while the sun was barely still up, snaked an extension chord through the house’s foundation, to plug in an old heat lamp (with a normal bulb, not a heat bulb) and that’s what I have now.

Everything gets worse. Never better. I’m going to die here. And sooner than later. Because my health is getting worse, rapidly, too.

#personal #krash showered

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wwenhlimagines · 4 years

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Hurts So Good

Requested by @yoncelikeliquor

Warnings: cussing, dirty talk, smut(?)

Sitting at home, you feel your stomach churn as you watch the tv to see Dolph's face turn bright red with pain and anger. Otis had gone for the Caterpillar just when Dolph got his knees up and although they had practiced, Dolph's left knee got tweaked. Now, your boyfriend is holding his knee and stomping his right foot on the mat to tell the ref he is really injured. Robert Roode helps him get up and guides him backstage to the trainer's room. You can't even watch the rest of the show as you think about how you are going to help Dolph recover. Luckily, the show tonight is only a few hours away, so you won't have to wait long to see him.

Your phone starts to ring and you pick it up frantically, "Babe, are you okay? Oh my god, you are probably in so much pain. I'm so sorry I'm not there right now. I'll get in the car if you need-" "Whoa whoa whoa...Take a deep breath sweetheart. No need to get in the car, Robert is going to give me a ride home so don't worry about it. I just need you to get ready to be my nurse for a while." You take a deep breath before replying, "Okay...so what's the injury?" He sighs, "We'll have to get it checked out on Monday, but for now they think it could be just a dislocated kneecap." His voice gets lower as if he doesn't want anyone to hear, "Either way, I just want to be home and relaxing with my baby, so we are going to take this one day at a time and enjoy our time together. Does that sound good babe?" The tone of his voice makes your skin crawl as you await his return. "Of course baby, I'll make sure you enjoy every second in many ways." He chuckles slowly, "I like the sound of that. Be ready for me when I get home babe. I'm all yours in a few hours." "Just how I like it. See you in a few hours...Daddy." Dolph groans and he tries to cover it up as he grabs his knee when Robert looks at him suspiciously. "I gotta go before you make it even harder to hang up." "I thought harder was the goal Daddy, I know you like it hard...and slow." You moan lightly as the words leave your mouth to tease him and because your own words are turning you on. "Fuck babe, you've got to wait for me. Chill out and take a bath. I'll be home in a couple hours." You finally decided to stop teasing, "Okay, I'll be waiting for you babe." You hung up the phone and decided to take Dolph's advice and ran yourself a bath.

A couple hours later, you have cleaned up the house and yourself in preparation for Dolph's arrival. Eventually, you see the lights of a car shine through the window, so you rush outside to help Dolph inside. Robert got his bags as you help Dolph hobble his way into the house. "He's all yours now, good luck! He didn't stop complaining the whole way here." He turns to Dolph and pats him on the shoulder. "Be nice to your woman, otherwise I'll come back and make you hurt some more." Dolph laughs and puts his arms around you. "Don't worry, I'm always a gentleman to my baby girl." You smile and thank Robert as he walks out the front door.

You turned to face Dolph and sighed, "Welcome home babe, I've got the bedroom ready for you." He smiles at you and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and he reaches down to give you the sweetest kiss. As you pull away, you can see the sleepiness show in his eyes. "Let's get you to bed baby, you look tired." He nods his head slightly, "Okay but I'm making it up to you tomorrow." You giggle and get some extra pillows for him to prop his leg up on to reduce swelling along with some pain meds and a glass of water. He settles into the bed and you get his leg propped up before you go over to your side of the bed and cuddle up next to him. "Goodnight babygirl, thank you for taking care of me." "Goodnight Dolph, you're welcome, now get some sleep." He sighs, "You know I love you right?" You giggle, "Of course and I love you too." He smiles to himself as he falls asleep with his favorite girl next to him.

All weekend, you take care of Dolph getting him ice, food, and meds whenever he needs it. You watch a lot of Netflix and just relax together the whole time. Despite the spicy talk on the phone before he came home, you both decided it was best to wait for doctor's approval before engaging in any physical activity.

Finally, Monday morning came and Dolph needed your help to take a shower before his doctor's appointment. You step into the shower and let him get settled before you start shampooing his luscious locks and giving him a nice head massage. He moans lightly at the touch of your fingers to his scalp and you smile as you wash out the shampoo and start to condition his hair. Next, you take some soap in your hands and start to wash his shoulders and arms before moving to his back and lightly dragging your nails down his back teasingly. "Babe, you know we have to wait. Don't tease me." He lightly pants and waits for you to finish cleaning him. You grab his ass and squeeze it before moving to stand in front of him. "Sorry, I just really like what I see and I literally can't keep my hands off you." He smirks as you start to wash his chest and abs tracing every line you see and licking your lips in the process. "Focus baby girl, we've got an appointment to get to." You smirk as you sink down to your knees to clean his legs and carefully take care of his knee. You look up at him to see him biting his lip and looking away to stop from moaning. Soon enough, you let the water wash off all of the soap and then help him get out of the shower. You quickly take your own shower and then get both of you dressed before driving to the doctor's office.

You pull into the parking lot and help Dolph into the building and wait for his appointment. The doctor takes Dolph back to get x-rays and an MRI done. When they come back out, Dolph has a big smile on his face. You stand up and walk over to them to hear what the doctor has to say. "Nothing seems to be broken, but we will need to look at the MRI to make sure the ligaments aren't too damaged. He needs to stay off of it for the most part, but he needs to try to move it for a few minutes every couple of hours." You look at Dolph who still has a giant smile on his face then you look at the doctor. "So can we...umm..." The doctor cuts you off chuckling lightly, "That was his first question. I told him as long as you take the responsibility of watching his knee, you can be sexually active." Dolph wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the side of your head. "Thanks doc, my girl will take great care of me. I'll see you in a week for the results." You thank the doctor and wave goodbye as Dolph tries to lead you out to the car. You get him in his side and then get in the driver's seat. Before you can even put the car in reverse, Dolph's hand is resting on your thigh. You look up at him suspiciously, "Dolph...I'm driving." You back the car out and start your way down the road. "Well, I'm impatient and I want to taste you so you better drive faster." His fingers start to creep their way up your shorts and you groan. "How about you just tell me what you want to do to me Dolph? No touching until we get home." By the smirk on his face, you knew he was down. He leaned closer and started to whisper into your ear. "I want you sitting on my face moaning my name as I lick on suck on your clit until you soak my face. Then I'm going to make you cry out my name as you ride my hard cock and grind your pussy down on me. My hands are going grab your ass as it bounces perfectly up and down and then I'm going to cum inside you and really make you feel how much you mean to me babe." Just as he finishes his fantasy, you pull into the driveway and drag him inside to put his plan and many others to work for the rest of the day.

#dolph ziggler imagine #dolph ziggler smut #wwe smut #wwe imagine

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Choices - Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn - Part 23

Word Count: 1,967

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language

Notes: I totally think the drama of this story is seeping into my normal life. I had a dream I gave birth to a boy, as Jamie Benn rushed in to be there with me. The doctor then said it wasn’t his baby, and then I proceeded to give birth to a girl that was his...hahaha! What is this story doing to me? haha! Well hope you guys enjoy this next part. Happy Reading!

You couldn’t believe what you walked in. Tyler and Jamie literally beating the shit out of each other. Well at the moment it looked more like Tyler was taking things out on Jamie, but you saw the nasty cut above Tyler’s eye and knew that Jamie had got in a few hits as well. Though honestly Tyler should’ve been able to keep his emotions under control, not matter what the fight was about. He knew that Jamie was still in a precarious position, not getting his memories back yet, though if what Tyler was saying was true; he had them back now.

You couldn’t quite comprehend everything, but then they were literally pushing and pulling your between the two of them, until the shoved you down on the ground. The moment you hit the floor, you yelled out in pain, grabbing your stomach to protect the baby. It took you a moment realized that it wasn’t the baby that had you scream, it was your ankle. Ever the gentlemen, Ben Bishop was at your side before anyone else could even think about moving. “Are you ok (Y/N)?”

You didn’t even get out an answer, before both Tyler and Jamie were looming over you. “Is it the baby?” You weren’t sure who asked, but it really didn’t matter because you no longer wanted to talk to either one of them.

Instead, you just looked at Ben. “I think I hurt my ankle.” “Is that all? If you’re pregnant we should get the baby checked out, just in case.” His voice was calm and reassuring and it made you just want to sink into him and cry about the whole situation you were in.

“Yeah you’re probably right.”

“I’ll take you to the hospital?” It was Tyler’s voice that broke through the crowd of players that were now standing around.

“No!” And as the words left your mouth, you felt tears slipping down your cheeks. You wiped them away furiously in an attempt to quell them. “I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now.”

“I’ll take her.” This time is was Jamie that was offering.

“I don’t want to be around you either.” You’d had enough of their bullshit, besides Jamie was in no shape to drive if he’d had another setback. “But someone should take you to be looked at as well. I can take myself, if you could just help me up Ben.” He got up from his crouched position and went to help you up, but when you put weight on your ankle you almost fell back down to the ground. Thankfully Ben was there and you were able to lean on him. You saw both Jamie and Tyler reach for you, but you shrugged them both off.

“I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere by yourself.” Bishop told you. “Why don’t you let me take you?” You nodded since it was your right ankle; you had no idea how you were going to drive there. Instead of letting you hobble out to the car, he scooped you up and carried your outside, leave both Tyler and Jamie standing there dumbfounded.

Ben was so sweet the whole drive to the hospital. He never once questioned you about Jamie or Tyler. He stayed with your for the initial checkup making sure that the baby was fine before you insisted that he head home, having called one of your friends who said they would come and pick you up. The doctor sent you off for x-rays on your ankle, though you protested some for fear the radiation would harm the baby. After he assured you that you’d be wearing a protective covering over your belly. Thankfully, your ankle wasn’t broken and you were sent home to put ice on it and rest it for a bit. They also insisted that you follow up with your OB/GYN in a few days.

When you pulled into the drive, there were both Jamie and Tyler waiting for you to come home. At least they hadn’t followed you to the hospital like you expected. Thanking your friend, you hobbled past the two dumb oofs waiting for you, both of them with their hands in their pockets. You’d already text them and told them that the baby was fine, so they had no reason to be here in your eyes. “What are you both doing here?”

“We wanted to make sure you’re ok?” It was Jamie who spoke, but then Tyler was adding. “And the baby.”

“We’re both fine. It’s just a sprain.” You entered the code to your place, opening the door. Once you were just a foot inside the door, you turned back, seeing both men ready to follow you inside. “You can both go now, that you know everything is fine.”

“Please (Y/N) don’t be like that.” Tyler reached out for your hand and you shrugged him off. “I have nothing to say to either one of you.”

“We need to talk though.” This time it was Jamie pleading to be heard out.

“You both have ten minutes, then you’re leaving or I’ll…” Well it was an empty threat, because you really didn’t know what you’d do but it would be something. You moved further into the house and they followed you, closing the door behind them. Sitting down on the sofa, you propped you ankle up, so that neither one of them could take a seat, though Jamie did take a pillow and place it under your foot for you. While you were grateful for the assist; you really just wanted them both gone so that you could rest. “Well…we’re down to nine minutes and neither of you has said a word yet.”

“Look (Y/N), I’m sorry.” Tyler started.

“We’re both sorry.” Jamie chimed in.

Tyler nodded his agreement with Jamie’s statement, then continued. “We never meant for you to get hurt.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “God you’ve got to know that I’d never do anything to put you or the baby in jeopardy.” You did know this, in fact, you knew both men would go out of their way to protect you and the child you were carrying. When you didn’t say anything, he went on, “Things got a little out of hand.”

“You think?” The sarcastic comment had him flinching. “Why did you hit Jamie?”

“He hit me first.” You rolled your eyes at his kindergarten response. With his next breath he was defending that statement. “I wouldn’t have, if he hadn’t been lying about his amnesia.

There he was bringing up that theory up again. It was time you found out the truth. “Is this true Jamie?”

It was his turn to look sheepish. He sucked in a deep breath for answering you. “Yeah it’s true.” You felt like he’d just slapped you across the face. “It’s not what you think. It only came back a couple weeks ago. Right before you moved out. Things were just so good between us, I just didn’t’ want to bring it up.” His soft brown eyes were pleading with you to believe him. “Then when you said you were going to move out…well I would’ve done anything to have you stay…so I lied and said I needed you to stay because of it. Though it didn’t matter.”

Even though you were furious at Jamie for lying, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in that moment. Things would be totally different right now if you weren’t pregnant. You had been all set to tell Tyler, that you’d decided that you needed to be with Jamie before you found out. Once you did, that changed everything. You loved them both, but Jamie had healed your heart, when you thought it couldn’t be mended, and for that reason alone you loved him just a hair bit more. Now, though, everything was different.

You closed your eyes, willing your emotions under control. “You should’ve told me Jame.” Your voice was laced with disappointment and he hung his head in shame.

“I know.” You thought that’s all he was going to say, but then he added. “And you should’ve told me you were pregnant.”

“You’re right.” There was no point in denying the truth, you should’ve told him. “And had I known you had your memory I would’ve.”

“Fair enough.”

You looked over at Tyler. “And you, what’s your excuse?”

“He said he was going to ask you to marry him?”

Your heart did this strange thing, and you didn’t know if it was because it was something you wanted or something you didn’t want. Jamie just chewed on his bottom lip. This was something you didn’t want to deal with at the moment, so you focused on the fight instead. “It’s still not a reason to hit him.”

“I only hit him when I knew he was lying.” Oh well that was so much better.

“It’s true. He wasn’t going to hit me at all. Even when I clocked him a couple times.”

“Jamie!”

“I knew you were pregnant (Y/N). I just didn’t know it was Tyler’s.” And there it was, the truth of it all finally out. “Are you sure it’s his?” “Of course it’s mine.”

“Tyler, stop. It’s a valid question.” There was no point in hiding the truth anymore. “Can you hand me my purse?” Jamie grabbed the bag and handed it over. Fishing inside, you found the document you’d been carrying around since you’d found out the results. “It’s all here. You were sample A and Tyler was sample B.” He scanned over the results; his face giving away exactly how he felt about what he was reading.

“It doesn’t matter (Y/N). I still love you and I still want to be with you.” He handed the paper back to you then. “We can raise the baby together.”

“Like hell you will.” Tyler took a step forward, as if he was going to hit Jamie again, while Jamie puffed his chest out challenging him to.

“Stop it, both of you. Your ten minutes is up.” They both looked over at you, as if you couldn’t seriously be kicking them out right now. “I want you both to go.”

“But…” you weren’t sure which one of them said it, but you weren’t having any of it.

“No buts. I need to put my needs and the baby’s first. So please, can you both just leave now?”

“Ok.” They both agreed, but it was Tyler who added the next part. “I’ll call you later to check on you.”

“Please don’t. I’ll text you both, I promise. I just need some time.” With that they both headed out the door and you breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, everything was out in the open, which was the best for yours and the baby’s health; which is what you decided you were focusing on.

Two weeks later, you were feeling much better about things. You hadn’t seen Jamie or Tyler, though you had spoke to both of them on the phone. It was actually refreshing that they both respected your wishes for a change. Today would be the first day that you’d see Tyler, and that was only because you had a sonogram scheduled at your OB/GYN’s, and you weren’t going to deny him getting to see the first glimpse of his child.

You were in the parking lot, waiting for Tyler to meet you, when you saw her walk out of your doctor’s office. What the hell was she doing here? The better question was should you go confront her?

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Time for some choices again, who is it that you just saw?

A) Tara, the girl that you thought Tyler cheated on you with.

B) Kathleen, Tyler’s old girlfriend.

C) Someone completely new?!?!

Voting is open until 8PM EST on Friday. Here were how the votes tallied in for part 22. A- 10 B - 3 C - 28 D - 18 Remember to vote!

#Choices series Tyler Seguin Jamie Benn #tyler seguin #jamie benn #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #jamie benn imagine #jamie benn imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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14. He'll Be Here

When Ivy's eyes opened, she felt delirious. Wake up, she commanded of herself, green eyes flashing over the monochromatic room she'd been confined to. How long had she been trapped there in that room? Her legs were tingling painfully from having been tied for so long. How long had she been asleep? Her mouth felt dry and on top of that, she had to piss furiously.

Hesitantly looking down, she couldn't miss the mess of her thigh and she recoiled inwardly, disgusted by herself. He was right, she did know what this "picture" was.

"I hate him so much," she whispered, vibrating in anger. Of course his self-important psychopathic ass would literally carve his own self portrait onto into another person's body. If her mouth weren't so dry, she'd puke. She needed him dead sooner than later. This could not be forgiven. Never.

The door behind her unlocked and the dentist came to her side, picking up the spray bottle and the black towel. He sprayed her thigh down and it seemed to be regular water. He then patted the area dry before producing a jar of medicated rub which he rubbed over her wounds with his bare hands.

Her blood stained shredded capris were unsalvageable, but ruined pants were the least of her concerns. She mentally did a run down of her body to see what had changed while she was sleeping. For all she knew he could've shaved her head and kept the twists to sniff and play with like a pervert. He did seem like the type to get hard off of that weird shit. No, still there. She felt them swing when she moved her head.

"Gotdamn," she groaned wriggling in the ropes hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'd loosened. "God if you get me out of here I won't watch no more insertion porn, hentai, or orgies. I won't have sex with anyone I'm not dating. I'll tithes to mama's church and I'll even fast on Easter just please.. please get me out of here," she whispered feeling as though she would go crazy cramped in the same position. How long had it been?

"God ain't listening to you," he scoffed, seemingly amused.

"I've got to pee. Badly. I'm too serious." Her thighs pressed together.

I swear if he don't let me get up to go to the toilet and I mess around pee on this couch, I don't care what happens.. I'm biting his nose clean off.

"Fuck it," he spit dropping everything to walk out. A minute later, he appeared wielding a giant kitchen knife that looked to be sharpened to an evil degree. The look in his eye was sinister and said he was sick of her shit. She held her breath preparing to finally die as his knife wedged between her body/clothes and the rope, roughly pulling up to saw through the red. They were tight and pressing into her before they all went slack. Before her legs could be deemed functional, she was pulled from the chaise, snatched up by her elbow into a hobbling stance.

"Try something and I can't promise the safety your mother," he blurted tossing the red ropes back onto the chaise.

Her leg gave and he pulled her back up.

Damn. What do I do now. I can't leave her, Ivy thought, troubled. She couldn't abandon her mother although Ms. Renee would probably tell her to run the first chance she got. Come to think of it, it was exactly what she'd say..

"Walk to the door.... Now move."

Once Dr. Stevens unlocked the door, Ivy walked ahead of him as he instructed. From the living room to the hall to the bathroom. She truly had to go and figured the exit was locked as well.

Where is my mother locked away in this place?

He stood back as Ivy went into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. Getting down to the toilet hurt because of her thigh and her legs still felt like Bambi legs.

I'm a find something in here to kill that motherfucker dead.

As quietly and quickly as she could, she opened his cabinet finding it pristinely organized. She stole his beard trimming scissors.

"Ms. Stevens, are you alright in there?"

"What you think," she called.

"Do I need to come in?"

"I'm on the toilet!"

Where do I stab him to get the best chance of running away? What if he blocks it or takes the scissors?

"Come out, little Ivy," he sang. He already suspected something. She couldn't try it. This was the only opportunity she had to catch him off guard and she couldn't blow it by doing things she knew would not work. Tucking the scissors into her covered cleavage hoping he wouldn't frisk her. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands, not daring to check her reflection. The door flew open.

"Come on," he called.

She continued to dry her hands on the towel before walking out ahead of him. He didn't touch her and she was thankful to the God above.

"I'm hungry. My mouth is dry. I need water too."

"Do you."

"Do you treat all your guests like this? Yes. I'm a human and humans require food and drink to convert to energy in order to live. But then again I'm not the doctor here, am I?" Wanna be doctor headass.

"No, you're not, but you're correct. I am being rude. Follow me."

He led the way to his kitchen and the second she saw the front door, she reached between her titties to pull those little scissors.

One chance. It was now or never.

With all her might, she slammed the scissors into his back where his spine would be and he yelled stumbling as she pushed him, kicking his head as she herself stumbled over him. He grabbed for her ankle but she stomped on his fingers and ran for kitchen knife and a big pan. The skillets were hanging drin the ceiling over his island.

When she turned, he was on his feet but adrenaline was coursing through her body so strong, she swung the pan with all her strength to fight and he went down. He was still. Out cold it looked like. Something in her said hit him again, so she did to make sure. He had to dead. She stabbed him in his thigh and he didn't move.

Sill nervous, she kept the pan in hand as she approached him on the ground to search him for keys. She found them. She didn't know how much time she had though to explore looking for her mom and something told her to get out of there fast before he opened his eyes. She could come back, but she herself had to go. It was dumb, but somehow she felt like he was superhuman. Even on the ground bleeding and still. Maybe it was the trauma. She was scared and her brain said RUN. NOW.

Sprinting to the door, she fiddled with the keyring trying every key until she heard a click. She unlocked the regular double lock and sprinted.

There was no sign of a police or police car. But she figured she wouldn't have access to it anyway if she didn't have that car key. She was on her own, on foot, on her own cut up and wobbly ass legs.

I'm sorry mom.. I'll be back once I get help.

She would not stop moving until she got as far away from his neighborhood as she could. Her body would not let her.

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"ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE," Araya paced in the parking lot of the hospital. Her tears were dried on her face and her hands shook as the operator directed her to leave another message. This was the eighth one, and as the beep came, she was wailing into the phone, begging him to appear.

"PLEASE," she sobbed, "PLEASE.. HELP HER. I'LL DO ANYTHING. I SWEAR!"

She didn't know how else to get his attention and she was too afraid to leave her sister's side. Too afraid that if she left, the worse would happen. All she could do was trust the hospital surgeons and cry, with all her faith in Dr. Stevens.

He has to come.

He wouldn't leave us, we're too special.

No, no, she sniffed with a smile. He loves us. He'll be here. He'll help her. He can do anything. He can make this right.

Her body still shook, but any negative thoughts, she cast out not giving them a chance to be fully thought out.

"He'll be here," she whispered wrapping her arms around herself and taking deep shuddering breaths. "He'll definitely come.. He'll be here.. He'll come.. Yes.. He'll come.. It'll be okay.."

#dentist #erik killmonger x oc #erik x oc #original

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repulsivepangolin7 · 4 years

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Fic: 31 days of whump (15/31)

Word count: 2 295

It wasn’t often that anything caused Robert Hicks to flinch, but when Luca slammed one of his massive fists into the concrete wall, his knees almost escaped from under him.

“HEY!” Hondo barked, “Don’t break the wall. -Or your hand.”

“HE’S BEEN MISSING FOR THREE DAYS!” Luca pretty much yelled.

“We know…” Hicks nodded.

“It’s getting WORSE by the hour!” Luca growled, gingerly rubbing the knuckles of his right hand, “It’s already INCREDIBLY BAD!”

Hicks nodded and glanced down at the hand Luca held by his hip. Blood was trickling from a gashes running across two of his knuckles and dripping onto the floor.

“We’ll find him.” Hondo took a slow breath, “But only if we all keep our heads on our shoulders. Panicking or hitting walls won’t help any of us, least of all Deacon.”

Luca nodded, obviously grinding his teeth to keep a lid on everything.

SWATSWATSWAT

The room was pitch black. The guys who held him hostage obviously knew a thing or two about how to break someone mentally.

There weren’t any obvious sounds from the outside coming in. It was almost silent enough for him to hear his own heart beating.

He had been sitting in darkness for hours, or days. He wasn’t sure. He had lost all track of time, if it was Thursday or Monday, he had no way of knowing.

His capturers had to have some sort of infrared camera set on him, because every time he was about to doze off, the room filled with the most intruding works of Mozart and Beethoven, and the like, at an alarmingly high volume.

Being jerked out of almost falling asleep by the most aggressive part of an already aggressive classical piece didn’t have any charm. Especially since it caused him to jostle his leg every time he bolted awake.

It was like standing in the pit of an AC/DC concert, only the music was from Strauss, Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Verdi and Orff. And only with the obnoxious loud and screaming parts, whoever was holding him there was skipping all the mellow and mild parts in between.

If he ever made it out of whatever dungeon he was in, he would never even consider listening to another classical piece ever again.

-Of course he would make it out. He had the best cops in town looking for him. Just because they hadn’t found him yet, didn’t mean they wouldn’t. And he was willing to bet that he hadn’t been away as long as it felt like anyway.

He reached up to check the stubble on his face, and hung his head. The area where he usually trimmed off his facial hair was sporting enough fresh stubbles to let him assume he had been gone about three days, maybe even four. Not that far away from what it felt like.

Oh, how he missed Annie and the kids. Being away from them for long stretches of time due to work was hard enough. This, this was torture.

SWATSWATSWAT

“Please, please tell me he’s going to be alright!” Annie muttered into her hands. Years of being a SWAT-wife was the only thing that kept her from losing it all completely, “Please…”

Chris sat next to her, one hand rubbing circles on her shoulder.

“Sorry. I know you can’t do that.” Annie shook her head.

“You’re right.” Chris offered up an apologetic look, “But we’re doing everything we can to locate him. And Deacon’s one tough guy.”

Annie nodded, choking a sob. “I’m scared. What if I lose him?”

Just the thought of that was like a punch in the gut. Chris almost felt ill just thinking about it like a hypothetical situation. “I don’t think he’d like to know that you’re thinking like that, but I get it.”

Annie sniffled hard, “You’re right. He wouldn’t.”

“We’re doing everything we can to bring him back home safely. And you can bet he’s doing the same.”

Annie nodded.

SWATSWATSWAT

Sitting directly on a concrete floor for a prolonged time wasn’t comfortable for anyone. Sitting directly on a concrete floor, with a broken thigh or knee, was definitely NOT comfortable.

And laying down would only cause the music to start up again.

He was tired. He was in pain. He was hungry.

He got food, just not enough to feel satisfied.

All in all, he had been pretty lucky. He had been tossed down a flight of stairs as they came to the room he was in right now. He could just as easily have broken his neck in the fall. He wasn’t able to overpower anyone, or run away, but he was alive.

He was tired enough to pass out. He had to get some sleep one way or another. He tried adjusting his position a bit, only to have his lower thigh and knee protest loudly.

He managed to shift enough to lean his head back against the wall though.

SWATSWATSWAT

The speakers started blaring, but he had gotten a good couple of minutes worth of rest at least. Nowhere near enough to be well rested, but at least he wasn’t tired enough to wonder if he’d start hallucinating at least.

He folded forward and tried to protect his injured leg, which was searing with pain.

Suddenly the door at the top of the stairs was opened, and one of the guys with a ski-mask came in with a paper plate with two dry pieces of bread and some stale marmalade.

“Here. Food.” He said as he pretty much tossed the plate towards Deacon, who had to squint his eyes so that he wouldn’t be blended from the light upstairs. He had been in a really dark place, for a really long time.

He also placed an empty bottle next to Deacon, “You know what that’s for.”

Deacon knew. He had already filled up a couple of bottles just like it.

“My leg’s broken. I need a doctor.” He made a point out of making his voice sound frail and wounded. Hopefully playing on the guy’s feelings.

It certainly didn’t work out the way he hoped for, as the guy gave the outside of his knee a good kick, causing Deacon to double over in pain screaming, before he nodded, “Yeah, broken.”

Deacon made a mental note of not mentioning it again, not before his team came to his rescue. He just hoped it wouldn’t take too long.

SWATSWATSWAT

“Guys, I think we just caught a break!” Street declared as he jogged into the room the others were in.

“Yeah?” Hondo looked up expectantly.

“Tan and Chris were out questioning people around where Deacon was grabbed.”

“That’s already been done.”

“Yeah, but no!” Street shook his head, “There were a couple of workers who didn’t work during the weekend. Tan got the idea that maybe since the officers who went on a questioning round there went at Saturday, maybe someone got overlooked.”

“Yeah?” a hopeful smile decorated Luca’s face, “Did they get any new information?”

“Yeah. A barista saw a black van squeal away, but didn’t think enough of it to call it in. But she wrote down the registration number.”

“They probably ditched the car as soon as they got a few blocks away…” Luca frowned.

Street nodded, “But there’s more!”

“Well, don’t hold it back then!”

“A regular at the bakery further down the street saw the whole deal.” Street grinned, “Deacon managed to pull the ski-mask off one of his assailants. The regular said the guy looked like a modernized mix of Frank Sinatra and Aaron Rodgers. He’s sitting down with a sketch artist.”

“Okay, so if we’re lucky, some of that might help us, right?” Luca nodded, “Mix between Sinatra and Aaron Rodgers? Dude must be pretty weird looking.”

SWATSWATSWAT

“Damn, that guy looks exactly like what the witness said.” Hondo said tilting his head.

Luca nodded energetically, now rubbing at his bandaged right hand. “Sure does.”

“And he lives less than three blocks from where the van was stolen.” Hondo added.

“Let’s learn a bit more about this guy…” Luca nodded, “What he does for a living, if he has any other property… Motives?”

Street nodded.

SWATSWATSWAT

He didn’t know how much time had passed in total when he actually heard something from upstairs. Some kind of stun grenade going off. Followed by a few sets of yells, before a few pops from something that could be anything between a handgun and a semiautomatic rifle.

He had now idea how soundproof the room was in reality. He just knew that he hadn’t heard anything from the outside in a long time.

Not long after the door at the top of the stairs opened again.

“DEKE! You in here?” He had never been happier to hear Luca’s voice, never.

“YEAH!” he yelled back, “Yeah, I’m down here!”

The lights came on, and he flinched from the sudden sensory overload. Which was followed by a second sensory overload, signed his leg. Which again caused him to cry out.

“Are you hurt?” Luca asked as he pretty much ran down the stairs.

He nodded, “My leg. Can’t move it without causing myself pain.”

“Broken?”

“Think so…” Deacon nodded, keeping his eyes closed.

“Is your head hurt? Or does your eyes hurt? Why are you keeping them closed?”

“Light has been off since I got here.” Deacon winced, “Light hurts.”

“Alright. Alright…” Luca nodded and called his findings through over the radio, before he returned his attention to Deacon, “Do you want to try to hobble out of here now, or wait for the ambulance?”

“No, get me out of this torture chamber.” Deacon gritted out as he tried to get up to no avail. Only thing he accomplished was to cause himself more pain.

“Hey, sit tight. I’m going to get one of the others to come down here and help…”

Deacon nodded.

Luca left the same way he had come in, and Deacon was left trying to get used to the light.

A few minutes later he came back with Tan.

“Good to see you, Deke!” Tan grinned as he reached Deacon.

“Right back at you guys.” Deacon winced, “Now, can you help me up?”

“Alrigh, yeah.” Tan nodded, squatting down ready to help.

“His leg is really painful.” Luca warned, “We might have to abort mission.”

“No. I can take it.” Deacon gritted out.

Luca rolled his eyes a little towards Tan, hoping that he would catch on that Deacon might be wrong about that.

“Alright, on three?” Tan prompted, the two others nodded, “One, two, THREE!”

Luca had been right, and Deacon went limp in their arms.

“Down.” Luca ordered, and Tan followed.

“He literally passed out.” Tan frowned.

Luca nodded, “He’s been gone since Friday, and judging by the paper plates here, he’s only eaten two times in three days. And we’re not sure if he’s gotten anything to drink.”

Tan nodded,

“You should’ve seen how bad it seemed to be hurting when he flinched earlier, and then again when he tried to shift his position to get up.” Luca shook his head, “We can try to splint his legs together and carry him out if he doesn’t come around straight away.”

Tan nodded. “We can use a rifle and a few belts.”

Luca looked around quickly, “OR, we could beat apart that shelf over there.”

Tan nodded, “That’s probably better than splinting anything with a rifle.”

Luca nodded.

SWATSWATSWAT

He woke up once inside the ambulance, on his way to the hospital, but fatigue got the better of him and the lights went out once more.

SWATSWATSWAT

The next time he actually noticed that he was awake, he was in a hospital bed with EVERYONE he loved around him.

Annie, the kids, the team. They were all there.

They all greeted him when they noticed he was awake. The youngest kids tried to climb into his bed to get proper hugs, and ended up being helped into the bed by Annie and Luca. The two oldest managed to hug him from outside the bed.

“How are you feeling?” Annie asked, not long after he had woken up.

“Like I could sleep for a month.” he yawned.

“Dude, you’ve already slept since Monday…” Luca chuckled and worked his hands against each other, wincing as the swollen knuckles on his right hand disagreed under the wrap he had over it.

“Which day is it?”

“Tuesday. Evening.” Luca explained, “You almost slept through being prepped for surgery as well.”

“What happened to your hand?” Deacon frowned.

“He punched a wall.” Hicks filled in, his expression the exact opposite of amused.

“Yeah, and then I punched…” Luca bit his lip, “Then I collapsed the nose of one of those guys.”

Deacon almost laughed, “Well, thanks for getting my revenge in.”

“Pleasure was all mine.” Luca winked.

“Yeah, and… Can you move the fingers of that hand, or…?” Chris asked as she gave him a side-eyed glance.

“I’m pulling at the stitches if I do…” Luca tried to shrug it off.

“I’m blaming the wall.” Hicks smirked this time around.

Deacon chuckled a little, “Yeah, I’d blame the wall as well.”

“How does your leg feel?” Hondo asked.

Deacon glanced down at the cast on his lower leg. Then he shifted the covers to reveal that it spanned all the way up his thigh as well.

“It’s not good. But…” he shrugged, “It’s way better than it was.”

“That’s good.” Hondo nodded.

Deacon nodded and looked over at Annie apologetically, “Going to be a proper couch potato for a while though.”

“As long as you’re at home and safe…” she winked back, “You really had us all scared.”

“I’m sorry, there was nothing I could do…”

“I know…” Annie nodded, “I know.”

#Swat fanfiction #whump #roll swat #Hondo #hondo harrelson #dominic luca #luca #dominique luca #street #jim street #chris #chris alonso #david kay #deacon #tan #victor tan #fanfiction #swat #s.w.a.t

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content warning for this long ass fucking story: lots of medical fuckups and body horror in the doctors office. this is super graphic depiction of my doctor visit which entailed a procedure. you have been warned >;)

i went to the foot doctor today to get my lifelong ingrown toenail issue corrected on one toe after i stubbed it so bad the nail split down the middle and the entire top half of my toenail unseated and snapped off and this was easily the weirdest doctor visit ive ever had so strap in folks. so i was talking to the doctor and she was telling me about the procedure and i was like i get to watch right and she was like uh ya if u want ! and she was literally drop dead beautiful in an intelligent and passionate slightly frazzled doctor way and i was so fucking chill every second she was in the room.

the nurses come in and tell me theyre gonna apply the anesthetic and one of them is brand new and in training and i was like UH i need to be laid down. bc if i see the syringe while you do this i WILL pass out. and they were like sweet ok just fine and so the anesthetic involved two syringe applications (since both sides of my toenail get ingrown) basically ballooning up my foot with some anesthetic and as they did this they “froze” my toe with i believe nitrous? it was weird bc it wasnt the same chemical i was familiar with that was a numbing agent but it was a freezy thing anyway. anyway the first syringe goes smoothly. the second one???? FUCKING snaps in half on the way in. the plunger literally *pop* snaps in half and theyre like ...........thats never happened. so they go for another syringe and im like. heave ho in the brain trying to be ok but i was SMART AS SHIT before going to this appointment because i knew what the surgery would entail and i Wanted to watch. so i drank about half a twisted tea and i was feeling very liquid courage otherwise i literally mightve cried during this appointment. anyway. they come back and administer round two again? and THE SAME THING HAPPENS. and my toe is NOT NUMB YET and so i FEEL as the nurse says well im not wasting another needle AND MACGYVERS IT PRETTY MUCH TREATING MY TOE LIKE PLAY DOH AND SQUEEZING ANESTHETIC AROUND SWISHING IT THRU THE FLESH. ALL WHILE I FEEL HER FORCING THE ANESTHETIC IN BY HAND AND NOT BY PLUNGER BASE.it was seriously terrible.

nurses eventually finish. they have to bring me a cup of water. anesthetic didnt totally do its job. i still feel on the bottom of my toe. they say its fine. im thanking the gods im tipsy. i feel as she pokes the bottom of my toe with the surgical pliers again and im about to ask if they can just do it anyway because im so terrified of more anesthetic. the beautiful doctor reenters and im suddenly feeling completely better. she tells me the fact i can feel only on the very bottom is no big deal.

i dont give a shit about the anesthetic. she tourniquets me up at the base of my toe (this is usually something that my phobia kicks in with since its usually a sign im getting a needle; pretty doctor is here so all is well and my anxieties do not appear) and goes ‘still wanna watch?’

the nurse who was training the other answers first saying im skittish. i say yes. her jaw drops. ‘you cant take the needle but you can take watching your toe get ripped apart?’ i nod eagerly. i do not tell her this is because i watch dr miami’s snapchats and ran a gore blog in my teens. i can tell the doctor likes me. she goes into a story about how she’s kind of glad about the new safety features corona brought because she is less able to smell patients with foot odor. as shes saying this shes inserting something inbetween the receding nail and the skin it has so long bruised and hurt in my life and in one smooth motion pries my skin apart. i watch, rapt, as she sections off the piece of the nail she deems ingrown with a pair of scissors, then takes the pliers and like a first grader’s baby tooth yanks and removes the nail. the piece that had been causing me so much pain was ENORMOUS. im talking like a centimeter wide which is a lot for a nail. it’s jagged and sharp, having grown only into whatever flesh it could. she pries out a few more bits, then picks up an object that reminds me of a microscopic spoon? if you’ve seen the tiny kitchen videos it reminds me of what an ice cream scooper would look like on there. she takes this and cores out the area like an eye on a potato. its insane to watch happen to myself, especially with the reminder that its happening to myself in that theres still a dull thumping feeling regardless of the anesthetic during this procedure, theres just no pain or Feeling feeling. she repeats this on the other side, then tells me about the chemical shes going to be inserting into the now gaping wounds in my toe. it’s got a 99.9% chance of making these changes to my toenail width permanent, meaning i should never be plagued by a purple and sore toe just because my brittle nail broke the day before. im practically crying in relief as she takes pointed qtips dipped in this chemical and spin cycles them into the wounds like a pneumatic drill. she gets up and says i should think about the medical field if i dont get queasy at such an event, and i let in on my phobia to the room of her and the two nurses. theyre all clearly confused by the parameters of it as i tell them i have a tattoo and pierce my face, i just cant Look at a syringe or ill pass out. the doctor leaves and im left in her wake of calm as the nurses wrap my toe in bandages. theyre red. it looks like a clown nose for my foot.

i hobble out of the room and schedule my follow up for the other foot. i need a sharps bag taped around the lower portion of my sock because it’s raining as i climb the stairs of my apartment. i have had to piss like a motherfucker the entire procedure but was too afraid to interrupt. i cant wait for the rain to let up to take my socked foot up to the third floor.

my mother tells me its disgusting that i cant shower for the day. i go into my room, drink the rest of the twisted tea, and promptly fall asleep for four hours.

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hollyxqx · 4 years

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just business // shownu // 06

↪ PAIRING: Reader / Shownu ↪ SUMMARY: Y/N’s mysterious new neighbour has definitely caught your eye. He’s quiet but the two of strike up an unlikely friendship. He doesn’t speak about his work to you and you don’t ask, but when his job puts your life in danger questions have to be answered once and for all.

↪ WARNINGS: violence | stabbing | mentions of blood | sex

Your body felt weightless, like you were floating almost but your mind was hazy. When you opened your eyes all you saw was blinding white for a moment before the room came in to focus. The bed you were in was adorned in white, comfortable sheets but there was a metal railing on the side. You were in a hospital.

To your right you recognised the straight dark hair of Kihyun, who had his head resting on the bed, forehead in the palm of his hands, fast asleep. Your first thought was how did I get here. The last memory you had was the agony Jooheon had unleashed on you. Your hand instantly went to your abdomen at the thought. Lifting the sheet you peeked down at your torso. There was an angry red line, with many stitches holding the flesh closed.

You survived. But how?

Your mouth felt disgusting and dry. You shifted in bed and tried to sit up, but a groan escaped your lips when pain shot through you. The movement and the noise you made alerted Kihyun, who stirred in his sleep and raised his head. His eyes widened in shock when he saw you awake. "Y/N!" He gasped. "You're awake!"

"Kihyun," You started to speak but your dry throat made it sound more like a rough whisper. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Can I have water?"

He nodded quickly and sprang up, rushing to a table in the corner of the room where a water filter stood. He poured you a glass. "Here." He said gently, helping you take a sip. The liquid tasted like the best thing you had ever drank in your life and you finished the cup easily. "I need to tell the doctors you're awake." He said as he sat back down again.

"Wait," You croaked. The hand that was reaching for the call nurse button hesitated mid air. "How long have I been out for?" You needed answers.

"Nine days." Kihyun answered. "You've been kind of in and out of it. You woke up a few days ago and said something then you were gone again. I think it's the painkillers."

"How did I get here?" You asked. You had literally zero recollection of what happened. Kihyun tensed and swallowed hard, his reaction instantly making you nervous. He cleared his throat.

"Well...I don't know all the details but Shownu brought you here." He replied.

"What?" You whispered. "Shownu? How did he find me? I was left on the floor, Jooheon and Wonho just abandoned -"

Kihyun cut off your babbling by shushing you. "Don't get worked up, it's okay." He cooed, clutching your hand in his. "He had come to check on you, make sure you went to the airport. You were almost dead when he found you."

You started to cry as you thought of Shownu finding you. You know the lengths he went to, to keep you safe. You also couldn't believe how lucky you were to be alive, and not dead in your hallway. It was all a bit too much for you. "Where is he? Is he here too? Can I speak to him?" You asked tearfully.

Kihyun shifted nervously. "Uh, no, he's not here. I haven't seen him at all since he brought you here actually."

That kind of stunned you. Shouldn't Shownu care whether you had survived or not? "Oh..." You said quietly, feeling dejected.

"You've got me though." Kihyun offered with a small smile. You just nodded. He wiped away the tears on your face.

"Don't cry, it's ok." He said softly. "I need to call the doctor now, alright?" He asked. You nodded.

He pressed the button and you waited, even the pain in your abdomen was not stopping you from wondering where Shownu was and what he was doing, but most importantly, was he thinking about you?

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It wasn't long until you were able to leave the hospital, fortunately. Kihyun had stuck by you like glue and you were thankful you weren't alone. Walking was still painful but at least you were managing to be up on your feet, albeit relying heavily on Kihyun's arm that was looped through yours. He was escorting you back to your apartment, a task you were dreading however necessary it was. The last thing you wanted to see was the place you were stabbed.

"Ok?" Kihyun asked you as you let go of him to unlock your door. You answered him with a nod of your head. Taking a deep breath you pushed open the front door. You simply let it swing open and remained motionless. Half of you expected Jooheon to be sitting on your sofa again. "Let's go in?" Kihyun suggested, seeing you were reluctant.

You didn't move, letting your eyes fall down to floor. There was no blood there anymore, but you could practically see the scene in your mind. Someone had cleaned it up and you wondered who. You let out a shaky breath and entered the apartment, Kihyun close behind.

"You don't have any food, so we can order in if you like? My treat." He smiled at you as you settled on to the sofa. Your gaze was drawn to the coffee table where your passport and boarding pass still lay, exactly where Jooheon had left them. You hastily covered them with a magazine.

"That sounds good." You said quietly. Kihyun took out his phone and it made you wonder where yours was, having not touched it since you were last in here.

"Chinese ok?" He muttered as he scrolled. You hummed in agreement and made a move to stand up. This caught Kihyun's attention. "Where you going?"

"Need to get my phone." You said, wincing slightly in pain. He just watched you cautiously as you hobbled to the hallway, your phone still resting on the entrance way table. You picked it up and tried to turn it on but the battery had died long ago. Grabbing your charger you made your way back to the sofa and plugged it in.

"Food is on it's way." Kihyun said tossing his phone on the cushion next to him. "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok! Stop asking me that." You smiled.

"Sorry," He said sheephisly. "I just worry."

"Thank you for worrying about me." You replied and he gave you a big smile, showing off his teeth. Your phone chimed signalling it was back on and you reached for it. The messages you missed started to come through and there was a lot. Mostly from Kihyun, on the day you were injured asking where you were. There were even a few missed calls from Shownu but nothing recent.

Feeling brave you decided to phone him. At the very least you wanted to let him know you were ok. You pressed the green call button and held the phone to your ear, holding a hand up to silence Kihyun when he asked who you were calling. However the phone didn't ring, instead there was a robotic voice telling you that the number no longer existed.

Strange, you thought. You tried again thinking it was maybe a mistake but the same recorded message was all you got. You felt your heart squeeze with pain in your chest. Without this number there was no way for you to get in contact with Shownu. You didn't know if he still lived in your old building, where he hung out, or even who his friends were. Tears welled in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" Kihyun was quick to ask, worry in his voice. You just shook your head no. You didn't want to talk about it but he pressed again. "Why are you crying?"

A choked sob escaped your mouth before you could help it. He switched seats so he was right next to you and wrapped his arms around you. "Sorry." You mumbled but the tears kept coming.

"What is it? What can I do to help?" Kihyun said gently.

"I want to see Shownu." You admitted, unable to keep it in any longer. Kihyun just let out a long sigh, squeezing you tighter.

"Is that really a good idea?" He said quietly.

"I don't care." You sniffed. "After everything we've been through together, he's the only one I think would understand."

"I'm trying to understand." Kihyun said in a small voice.

"I know you are." You reassured, touching his face gently but he just looked at you sadly. "I really, really miss him. It hurts." You hadn't really spoken so openly about your feelings for Shownu to Kihyun before and you could tell it was making him uncomfortable but you didn't care. You needed to speak about this. Maybe it was the only way your heart would heal. It was time to stop suppressing every painful thought and emotion.

"Why do you miss someone like that so much?" Kihyun asked you, averting your gaze.

"He's not the way you think he is. When we were alone it was...different. Special." You said. "I'm sorry to go on about him. I just tried to reach him and he's changed his number."

"Isn't that a good sign to forget him Y/N?" He muttered.

You remained quiet, worried if you spoke any more you'd cry again. Maybe Kihyun was right. Maybe the universe was telling you now, stay away, because every time you got close with Shownu something bad happened. Logically you understood this but it didn't stop the dull ache in your chest.

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ONE YEAR LATER

"Baby, can you tie my tie for me?" Kihyun asked you, mock pouting and holding out the material for you to take. You laughed and reached for the tie and threaded it under his collar, around his neck.

"What would you do without me?" You teased, fingers deftly tying the knot for him.

"I don't even want to think about it." He smiled, sneaking a kiss on to your forehead.

"Done." You tightened the knot and tucked the tail of the tie into his shirt. When you had finished he took both your hands in his and wrapped them around his neck, pressing his lips to yours in a sultry kiss. "You look beautiful tonight." He murmured against your lips.

"Thank you Ki," You smiled. "You look handsome in a suit. Very mature."

"I'll show you mature," He smirked, hands running down your body and grabbing your ass. You squealed and pushed him away while he laughed.

"We need to leave soon." You pointed out as you crossed the room to put on your heels. Kihyun was taking you to a very nice restaurant tonight, celebrating six months of dating each other. It hadn't been an easy road for either of you to reach this point but for the first time in a long while you were happy. Kihyun had been there for you while you healed from your injury and been a shoulder to cry on. After one drunken hook up you realised that maybe a relationship could work between you two.

When you reached the restaurant Kihyun held the door open for you and you smiled at him as you walked through. The waiter showed you to your table and you sat opposite each other. The dim lighting in the room made it seem even more romantic. "I'm so happy." Kihyun grinned at you over the menu.

"Me too." You agreed.

He couldn't wipe the smile off his face, even the food arrived he was still beaming at you. It made your heart swell. You began to eat and as you took a bite of your lasagne your gaze naturally moved away from Kihyun. You dropped your fork in shock and it clattered loudly against the plate. A few nearby tables turned to look for the source of the noise but your eyes never wavered. There was Shownu, on the far side of the room, clad in an all black suit with a glass of whiskey in his hands.

"What was that for?" Kihyun laughed but his expression faltered when he saw your face. "Y/N?"

"Oh, sorry! Just clumsy." You forced a laugh that seemed to convince him. You tried to focus back on eating your meal but your body was practically aching to look at Shownu again. As you took a sip of wine you managed to sneak a look over at him. You choked on your wine when you saw he was looking straight at you. Immediately you turned away.

"Y/N do you even remember how to eat?" Kihyun mocked, looking between you and your glass.

"I told you; clumsy." You reminded him. You were trying to ignore how your heart was suddenly racing and the tremor that had now appeared in your hands.

"I want to do something for you," Kihyun said, brining you back to reality.

"Hmm?" You asked, forcing yourself to stay focused on him and only him.

"Let's go away together." He was looking at you so softly and with so much adoration you couldn't help but smile.

"Really?" You asked.

"Of course," He scoffed. "We've never been on a trip together."

"That sounds perfect, Ki." You said. The two of you continued to eat in comfortable silence. You successfully hadn't looked back at Shownu, at least you had some willpower. However, after two glasses of wine you needed the bathroom. You excused yourself from the table and stood up, though your stomach dropped when you realised the restrooms were close to where Shownu was seated.

As you made your way through the restaurant, heels clicking on the marble floor, you could almost feel his eyes on you. You knew you shouldn't but you couldn't stop yourself, eyes flicking over towards him. He was watching you. You made eye contact but he didn't look away. Your breath felt trapped in your throat, it was like you suddenly couldn't breathe. You broke the staring contest and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After using the toilet you went to the mirror to wash your shaking hands. You were going to have walk past him again and you needed a moment to regroup. You opened the door and almost fell over in shock when you saw Shownu standing leaning against the wall opposite, one hand in his pocket. He looked so relaxed it almost made you angry. How could he be so calm?

You were frozen on the spot. A few seconds went by and you didn't move nor did he speak. Your brain suddenly kicked in to gear and you turned to walk away, scoring a few steps before his voice cut the tension.

"Y/N wait." Shownu said and you paused. You heard him take a few steps towards you and you slowly turned round. "You look well." He said.

You had no idea how to respond to that. He had not contacted you in a year and now he was standing before you after following you. It was all too much to take in. It had to be a dream. This couldn't be happening. "I have to go." You managed to choke out, turning to leave. He called for you again but you ignored it, walking faster.

You practically ran back to your table. You sat down and instantly Kihyun could tell you were flustered. "What's up with you?" He asked, looking you up and down.

You took a deep breath, deciding to the best thing to do would be telling the truth. "Shownu is here."

Kihyun's mouth fell open in shock. "Seriously? Where?"

Before you could reply your question was answered for you. Kihyun had spotted Shownu because he was walking towards your table. Your stomach dropped.

"Y/N can I speak with you?" Shownu asked, completely ignoring Kihyun.

"What the fuck," Kihyun said, standing now. Shownu's looked at him out of the corner of his eye for a second before his gaze was back on you, frozen in your seat. "You have some audacity."

"Be quiet, kid." Shownu said, still refusing to look at him. "Y/N? Can I?"

"Hey!" Kihyun pushed Shownu on the shoulder. "What did you just say?"

"Watch it." Shownu warned lowly.

You finally found your voice. "Stop making a scene, you two." You stood up now. "Fine, I'll talk with you." You sighed.

"Y/N," Kihyun hissed. "Seriously?"

"But not here, not now." You stated. Shownu nodded.

"Here," He reached in to his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flipped it open and extracted a white card from it. He handed it to you. It was a business card with his phone number on it. "Call me." He looked at you for a moment, before turning to leave, not even giving Kihyun a second glance.

"Are you fucking serious Y/N?" Kihyun whispered, angrily as you two slowly sat back down. There was still a meal to finish after all. "I can't believe you would do that, on today of all days."

"Kihyun," You sighed, reaching to grab his hand across the table. He reluctantly let you interlace your fingers with his. "I'm not going to call him. I just said that so he would leave."

He looked unhappy but he nodded. "Promise?" He asked.

"Promise."

"I haven't forgotten what he did, you know." He sighed.

"I know," You said gently. "I promise you, that will be the last time I ever see him."

Kihyun nodded and let go of your hand so the two of you could resume eating. Although you felt guilty doing it you slipped the card with Shownu's number on it into your purse.

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queenofcats17 · 4 years

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Hi there! I wanted to say I really like Charlie and the Lawrences!! If it’s ok, I wanted to send a prompt in for them? I understand if you have too many prompts right now, so if you can’t do this one, I totally get it^^ Here it is: I’d imagine at some point Charlie gets involved in the magic shenanigans at the studio. What’s the first one they experience? (I.E: they visit the studio after school and it’s teeny Sammy times, or something happens to them specifically, and no one is Ok with This™)

No worries. I’m really glad you like Charlie!

This is certainly going to be interesting. But it also got kind of sad.

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It was a small miracle Charlie hadn’t experienced the bizarre shenanigans of Joey Drew Studios sooner. They’d been with Susie and Sammy for almost six months before they witnessed one of the transformations that were so common at the studio. Part of this may have been because they’d recently been enrolled in school, much to their chagrin. In any case, they’d heard about the transformations from their parents, usually through Sammy’s complaining about whatever shenanigans Joey had put them through, but they hadn’t seen one before that point. Despite this lack of concrete proof, Charlie wholeheartedly believed in the magic of the studio. After all, literal cartoons lived in the studio.

They’d been coming back from school that day. Their routine was that they dropped by the studio after school to hang out until it was time for their parents to head home. They’d been a little nervous when they’d first started school because they’d be leaving Shadow and her kittens, (They’d named the girl Soot since she was gray and the boy Pancake. They didn’t really have a reason for naming Pancake what they had since he was black and white, not any shade of brown. Still, that was what Charlie had wanted.) but a nice woman who lived next door had volunteered to watch the cats until the family got home.

“I’m here!” Charlie announced, opening the door to the studio. Almost immediately, they noticed that something seemed to be going on. The employees they could see were running around frantically, but not in the way they usually were.

Usually, when Charlie arrived the employees were running around delivering scripts and checking various animation cells with their superiors. But at the moment they were running around carrying buckets of ink and things that Charlie vaguely recognized as ritual components. Although they weren’t allowed to be around when Joey was conducting rituals, they knew what the components looked like due to asking questions.

“Oh, hey kiddo!” Wally stuck his head out from the hallway. “This, uh, might not be the best time.” For once, he didn’t have ink smeared all over his face.

“What’s…goin’ on?” Charlie asked slowly, hobbling toward him.

It was at that point that Sammy rounded the corner, grumbling to himself. However, he didn’t look the way he had when he’d left the house that morning. He was a toon. Again. A demon toon this time, judging from the horns poking out from his hair and the spade tipped tail flicking back and forth.

“That’s why…” Wally grimaced as Sammy and Charlie locked eyes. Charlie’s eyes widened and they dropped their backpack.

“Hey…” Sammy grimaced as well. He’d honestly been dreading this. Charlie knew about the transformations Sammy went through, but he wasn’t sure what his child’s reaction was going to be. This was weird even for him.

Thankfully, the reaction was far from negative.

“This…is so cool!” Charlie lit up, bouncing up and down as best they could without falling over. Sammy let out an internal sigh of relief, although due to his current toon state it wasn’t so internal.

“What happened? Was it Mr. Joey again?” Charlie asked, getting closer to play with Sammy’s tail.

“Yeah.” Sammy nodded, his tail swishing in irritation at the memory. “He was trying to improve Bendy’s design and, well….” He gestured to himself.

“The magic ink got in the pipes again,” Wally added. “Standard stuff.”

“Can I be a toon?” Charlie looked up at Sammy with sparkling eyes. “Please? I wanna try it too!”

“Absolutely not.” Sammy immediately replied.

“Aw, why?” Charlie asked, face screwed up in a quintessentially childish pout. “Mr. Drew knows how to reverse it, right? It wouldn’t hurt if I got to be a toon for a little.”

“It’s still incredibly dangerous.” Sammy insisted.

“But you get turned into a toon all the time!” Charlie whined.

“And every time I’m worried I’ll never be able to turn back!”

“But you do get turned back!”

“It’s dangerous!”

As the argument escalated, Wally stood there, unsure what to do. He really didn’t want to get in the middle of this. To be fair, Sammy had a point. Getting transformed into various things was incredibly dangerous and it was understandable Sammy wouldn’t want his kid getting involved in it. It was causing a bit of a scene, though.

Sammy was trying very hard not to yell, knowing how terrifying he could be when he yelled, but Charlie was full-on screaming. Their argument was loud enough that it attracted Susie’s attention. She came running from Joey’s office, looking rather concerned.

“What’s going on?” She asked, looking even more concerned when she saw Sammy and Charlie fighting.

“Charlie wanted to try bein’ a toon and Sammy doesn’t wanna let him,” Wally explained in a low voice.

“Oh dear.” Susie turned her attention back to Sammy and Charlie.

Charlie was crying and so had stopped yelling for the moment. Sammy’s horns lowered, like a cat lowering its ears.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he said, gathering Charlie in his arms. “I just don’t want something to happen to you.”

“We worry about you, dear,” Susie agreed, joining the hug. “As fun as it might sound to be a cartoon for a little, there’s always the possibility that something will happen and you won’t be able to turn back. It’s something I worry about all the time when this happens to Sammy.”

“But I wanna try it,” Charlie said weakly. “Maybe…Maybe if I’m a toon, my legs will work better.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Susie’s expression softened. There were tears in her eyes and even Sammy looked a bit misty-eyed. She and Sammy held Charlie tighter, Sammy’s tail wrapping around both of them. It was a frankly adorable scene.

Wally took that opportunity to leave. He didn’t want to spoil the moment. Besides, Joey probably needed help setting up the ritual.

After a few minutes, the three of them drew back from the hug.

“Do your legs really bother you that much, dear?” Susie asked.

“A little,” Charlie sniffled.

“Physical therapy is always an option,” Sammy said. They’d taken Charlie to the doctor a few weeks after adopting them and the doctor had that physical therapy might help with the muscle damage in Charlie’s legs. It wasn’t a guarantee, but it was a possibility.

“The doctor said it might not work.” Charlie hunched their shoulders.

“But it’s a possibility,” Susie said, brushing some hair out of Charlie’s eyes and fixing their little flower barrette.

“But…I don’t want to be a burden,” Charlie mumbled.

“A burden? Why would we think of you as a burden?” Sammy asked.

“I dunno.” Charlie hunched their shoulders more. “My old family thought I was a burden…”

Susie’s expression darkened and literal steam began to come out of Sammy’s ears. Neither of them had asked about how Charlie had found themselves on the street. They’d known it likely wasn’t a particularly happy story.

“We will never think of you as a burden, darling.” Susie swept them up in her arms again. “You’re our family now and family means no one gets left behind.”

“We might get angry at you sometimes, but we’re not going to abandon you.” Sammy agreed, smiling gently.

“Promise?” Charlie looked up at them, their voice so small and unsure it made Sammy want to find the people who had abandoned them and give them a piece of his mind.

“Promise.” Sammy and Susie said together.

“Okay.” Charlie still looked a bit unsure but allowed Susie and Sammy to hug them again.

“I still think you look really cool, Dad,” they said after a bit.

“I think I look ridiculous,” Sammy grumbled, his gaze flicking down to his tail. “And this thing is more trouble than it’s worth.” Controlling four limbs was bad enough. He didn’t want to have to deal with another.

“I think the idea of you as a demon is rather…interesting.” Susie gave him a mischevious smile. Immediately, Sammy blushed and began to sputter. Charlie looked blankly between the two of them for a moment or two before recognition dawned on their face and their expression turned to one of horror.

“Ew! Gross!”

Susie just giggled.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #hell's studio au #charlie lawrence #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #wally franks #tw mentions of abuse

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hystericalrogertaylor · 5 years

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Reconnecting (Chapter One)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 1683

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: Mild cussing

A/N: Okay so this is my first fanfiction I’ve written for Tumblr so some things are probably going to look weird while I work things out. I apologize in advance!

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One year old

There are romantic soulmates, and then there are platonic soulmates. Those are two people who are destined by God and the stars to be friends for life. They are two peas in a pod, two leaves on the same twig.

Such were you and Roger.

Your families had been friends since school. They lived near each other and dreamed that their kids would be best friends for life. Which worked out miraculously well.

Baby you and baby Roger sat on the floor, fiddling around with a toy with your flimsy, chubby baby hands. Both sets of parents watched, beaming with pride.

Until Roger took the toy and just began to repeatedly whack you in the head with it.

Mrs. Taylor quickly jumped up, pulling her child away from you. You had begun to cry out of confusion. The toy was a fluffy stuffed animal, so it didn’t hurt, but you were still bewildered.

Roger had been released from his mother’s grasp and was now being scolded. Noticing your tears, Roger stood up and hobbled over to you before sitting back down and clumsily wrapping his arms around your shoulders in consolation. You stopped crying and began to giggle a little bit, which made Roger and the parents smile as well.

Five years old

“Roger, you’re gonna fall!” you yelled upwards. “Come down from there!”

“No!” he shouted back. “I said I was going to climb to the top and that’s what I’m going to do!”

Trying to convince Roger to not do something dangerous or stupid, even when he was a little child, was difficult. At this moment, he was trying to reach the top of this really tall tree in your yard for literally no reason.

“Why don’t we go get some cookies or something?” you suggested.

“Nope. Tree.”

You facepalmed. Roger’s affinity for stupid and/or violent stunts had not changed since infancy. For example, trying to fit himself down a laundry chute (hospital stay), trying to examine a bee’s nest (several bee stings), and random bursts of childish anger (“How was I supposed to know the window would break?!”).

“When you need to stay in the hospital again, I’m not going to visit!” I shouted, crossing my arms.

“I’ll be fine!” He grabbed a flimsy brach, which promptly snapped. He tumbled down, letting out a terrified scream. He landed with a thud, knocking you down and pinning both his and your arms to the ground with his body.

“Roger!” You yanked your arm out from under him, letting out a cry of pain. You were sure your arm was broken. Roger just lay there, face down, groaning. “Roger? Are you okay?”

“Can you go get my mum?” he mumbled. “I think I broke my arm.”

“Uh oh. Don’t worry, I’ll get help!” Trying to ignore your own pain and cradling your arm to your chest, you made a beeline down the street towards the Taylor household, wincing with every step.

Both of you were at the doctor’s office for a while, getting casts put on opposite arms, respectively. Both were a plain, boring white color. Until you both took your markers to them and made each other’s casts beautiful.

Ten years old

“(Y/n), truth or dare?” your friend, Dawn, asked.

“Dare!” you exclaimed. The group of five sat in a circle in the back of the classroom during free time.

“I dare you to... stick your head in the waste bin!”

A chorus of “eww’s” and “grosses” came from the other kids. You shrugged. “It’s not that bad.” You stood up, walked to the nearest waste bin, and shoved your head in just enough for your hair to miss touching the trash. You went back to the group and sat down. Some made disgusted faces, others were laughing, Roger loudest of all.

“Okay,” you started, looking around the circle, “...Roger! Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

You looked around the room. How could you embarrass Roger…?

“I dare you to...ask out Gayle!”

“Ooo!” Everyone in the group knew Roger had this huge crush on a girl in your class named Gayle. She had really short black hair and bright blue eyes and was constantly picking at her fingernails.

Roger looked at you and rolled his eyes. “That’s easy.” He got up from the floor and made his way over to Gayle. The rest of your group hid behind some desks to watch without being seen. Roger, being fairly smooth for a ten year old, started the conversation while Gayle stood there, picking away at what was left of her nails.

“He probably complimented her nose or something,” Dawn chuckled. You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand.

Roger and Gayle continued to talk for a few minutes, laughing occasionally with a lot of awkward silence. Then, they shared an even more awkward side hug before Roger headed back over to your group.

“She’s my girlfriend now,” he said, beaming proudly. You all shouted with excitement. He did it!

Their “relationship” was interesting. They’d hang out by the slide during recess and people watch, judging most of the class. When Dawn or you or any of his other friends would try to get them to play make believe, Gayle would spit out some snarky response and make you leave. After a few days of this, Roger began to look miserable and desperate for a way out, which everyone noticed but Gayle.

She “broke up” with him a couple of days later because she decided she didn’t like blond boys. He was upset, she was his first “girlfriend” after all. But, he also felt relief because he could finally hang out with his friends again. Gayle moved schools two months after the whole ordeal.

Seventeen years old

“All I’m saying is the movie could’ve been written better.”

“(Y/n), stop being critical of everything and just enjoy things for once.” Roger stuck the keys in his car’s ignition, laughing at you.

“Hey, you thought it was terrible too!” You jabbed a finger into his shoulder.

“True, but I still had fun.” He backed out of the parking space, looking around diligently to make sure he didn’t hit anything.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, okay, me too.”

Roger turned to smile at you and, in that moment, neither of you saw the other car pulling out of a different spot. The cars collided with a jolt.

“What the hell?” Roger removed his seatbelt and threw open the door, stepping out towards the other car. “Why can’t you watch where you’re going?!”

“Hey man, you’re the one who backed into me!”

Sensing the tensions building, you jumped out of the car and moved to stand next to Roger. “Guys, it’s gonna be okay, we can fix thi--”

“This is a brand new car!” the other man shouted. “I have half a mind to beat you up for that!”

“You don’t stand a chance.” Roger fixed the man with a death glare, pushing up his sleeves.

“Okay!” You moved in front of your best friend and pushed him back towards his driver’s side door. Surprisingly, he let you. “We’d do better to just wait for the cops to show up so we can get this guy’s insurance info and get both cars fixed.”

Roger took a long deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, probably.” He flexed his fist, trying to relax.

“You have to work on that temper,” you joked.

He chuckled. “I feel like I’ve heard you say that before. Can’t imagine why.”

Both of you stood there, laughing, while the other guy called the police, shouting profanities across the parking lot. The humor you and Roger were able to see made the whole situation seem a lot less terrible.

Eighteen years old

“What?” Roger stared at you in shock. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“He took the job. I tried my hardest to persuade him not to, but he says it’s great money and amazing opportunity.” You quickly swiped a tear off of your cheek.

“But it’s a whole ocean away! You can’t move to America!”

“I don’t know what choice I have.” You tried not to look him in the eye. “I can’t move out and be completely independent yet because I need their help with school and they don’t want me staying in England for that, so they told me to start looking at American universities, but I can’t bring myself to do it because then the move will seem real and I really just want to stay here and--”

“Hey.” Roger grabbed you by the shoulders, causing you to stop in your tracks. “It’s okay. We can talk on the phone and see each other during the summer. It’s not like one of us is dying or anything.”

You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve. “Okay. Yeah. True.” You let out a giggle. “Remember when you tried to eat that worm, and I said not to, but then you did anyway and threw up?”

He laughed. “Yes, but you can’t start reminiscing about the fun we’ve had when this isn’t goodbye.” He pulled you towards him, wrapping you up in a big hug.

You patted his side, which was the only place you could reach. “I’m not even leaving for another month.”

“Further emphasizing my point. We still have time to enjoy each other’s company.” He let you go. You could see some tears beginning to form in his eyes. His best friend since birth was moving away. If there’s anything Roger Taylor would get sappy and emotional about, it’s something like that.

“Of course,” you agreed, smiling. “This won’t be a goodbye.”

A month went by. You spent a lot of time packing, and most of your spare time was spent with Roger. Once you moved, the two of you talked on the phone when it was convenient in both time zones and when neither of you were busy. But, that window of time started to grow smaller. And smaller. And smaller. Until the only communication you had with Roger Taylor was in your daydreams.

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A/N: Thank you to @bentaylorrogerhardy for giving me inspiration for this fanfiction! You guys should go read what she’s written because it’s amazing. Okay, bye!

#ben hardy #roger taylor #ben hardy roger taylor #ben hardy x reader #roger taylor x reader #queen #queen band #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #bohemian rhapsody #x reader #rami malek #gwilym lee #joe mazzello

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5sosspicedrosey · 5 years

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can I have a ship pretty pretty pleaseee???!? I'm 5'3 (ik I'm short for my age lol), I have blue eyes that are green in the center, I have blonde hair that I dye a lot but I'm giving it a break right now go let it heal. I have a giant German Shepherd named Davie and a little tiny Scotty named Lana. I play bass and sing in a band and I love the show stranger Things. favorite color is definitely black lol, video games are a must

hun, I’m getting Luke Hemmings vibes.

-first of all, I feel like Luke is hella soft with you.

-you definitely have to stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him, or sometimes he just picks you up.

-in your relationship, I feel like he’s the sun and you’re the moon.

-I feel like you two like to lay together on the patio furniture at night, watching the stars. you lay on top of him on the couch, his legs stretched out and one arm behind hs head while the other is wrapped around you. your head is in the crook of his neck, snuggled close to him amongst the fairy light surrounding you.

-you two totally built a huge playhouse for your dogs with one of those kits you get at the store wiith instructions.

-you spent a nice sunny summer weekend building the playhouse, in your old, worn clothes and hair in messy ponytails.

-I feel like you’d be sensible and wear your runners whereas Luke would insist he didn’t need runners and instead he would wear his flip-flops.

-that definitely wasn't the best idea because he’s clumsy and he dropped a hammer on his foot.

-I feel like you’d be in the garage getting more tools or whatever (you are a lot handier that Luke, he sucks but it’s cute), and you’d hear a loud screech and you’d rush out to find Luke laying on the grass cluching his foot with tears in his eyes.

-he’d feel comfortable crying around you.

-you’d proceed to try to help him up, but since he’s so much bigger than you it would take a while. he’d be whining and you’d be like, “Luke, I’m trying!”

-you’d help him hobble to the car, him putting a vast majority of his weight on you and both of you stumbling. the neighbours would be so confused but they wouldn’t be surprised because shit like this probably happens all the time.

-you’d drive to the emergency room and wait to see a doctor. it would probably take hours but you and Luke would talk and he’d get all soft and apologetic about what happened. you would just kiss his nose and tell him that it’s all okay. after waiting for a while he’d definitely fall asleep on your shoulder.

-you two would arrive home in the evening with him on crutches and both of you laughing hysterically at what a weird and evenful day it was.

-you’d have to help him get into his pyjamas because he’s so fragile and you’re worried, and when you’re undressing him he’d try to kiss you and he’d get all horny but you’d be like, “Luke, you broke your fucking foot, we can’t have sex now.”

-he would flash you his signature cheeky smirk and you’d end up giving him a handjob or something because you couldn’t resist.

-once your heads hit your pillows you’d be out like lights. your dogs would sleep curled up beside you two.

-you two are hella dysfunctional but in the good way.

-after his foot healed you two would try and build the playhouse again because he insisted on doing with you and he’d totally read the instructions wrong and mess it up, but you’d call it ‘original’ or ‘unique.’

-you two would totally spoil your dogs.

-buying your dogs costumes!

-luke decorating the playhouse with glitter and floofy carpet. he totally went overboard but he had to hide the misplaced wood planks sticking out of the side.

-whenever you’d want to dye your hair he’d want to pick the colour.

-here’s a short blurb of him dyeing your hair:

you’re sitting in your WHITE bathroom, a towel draped over your body.luke to you: “kay hun, DO NOT get this dye anywhere because it will stain.”you: “Luke, i know, i’ve done this before.” he didnt hear you because he was too busy reading the instructions.luke: “ready?”you: “yep.”Luke (the dumbass) didnt realize he already took the cap off the dye and proceeds to SHAKE it and the dye literally flies all over the bathroom. you hear him go, really quietly but pointed, “fuck.” he had no expression, he’s just standing there, taking in what he just did. hair dye is ALL over your WHITE bathroom.luke says really quietly to you; “babe, why’d you do that?”

-when your hair isn't dyed I feel like you two look a bit like brother and sister.

-people always get that mixed up.

-you two find it hilarious.

-always walking Davie, Lana and Petunia. you two love to bring them to the beach and go swimming and play fetch.

-he gets jealous easily.

-you use that to your advantage because you and Calum both play bass. you and Cal definitely play pranks on Luke, like, you bond over the bass and pretend to get all close and Luke goes bonkers.

-HE! IS! SO! SOFT!

-when you're driving home from a party when you and Cal were being particularly cheeky, Luke gets all quiet and that could either lead to him being vulnerable and asking for your reassurance or he gets kinda angry... SEX

-it doesn't seem like it but I feel like he can get rough in the bedroom.

-but one painful-sounding squeak from you (even if it’s not from pain), he immediately stops and asks if he hurt you.

-did I mention he is so soft?

-HE ALWAYS COMES TO YOUR SHOWS!

-you two jam out at home alllll the time.

-you bond over music and have the biggest music collection.

-you teach him how to play stuff on the bass.

-at 5sos concerts, he totally invites you on stage to play with them.

-the 5sos fam ship you two sooooo much. they love your love.

-you always beat him in video games and he pouts about it.

-he gets hella competitive.

-you call him ‘baby boy’ and he MELTS.

-he loves when you tickle him.

-he asks you to do his nails.

-matching nails!

-like, he is the daytime and you are the night. he is the sun and you are the moon but together you are the earth.

(I got so carried away whoops!)

I hope you like it!

- Winnie

#luke hemmings + anon!#anonymous #ships!#i fucking love this ship so much #its ya girl winnie #lifelovelemons #5sosspicedlemons ships

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lokifiction · 6 years

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Ice Packs

Loki takes care of his partner after wisdom teeth extraction surgery.

Category: Oneshot

Rating: Teen

Notes: For this oneshot to work out the way I wanted to, I knew I somehow had to take away Loki’s magic, because if he had his magic, nothing in this oneshot would have to occur and I wouldn’t have a plot. However, I didn’t want to take away from that plot for a big explanation as to why he doesn’t have his magic, so just fyi before you read: I imagined this as a scenario where Loki died and was resurrected after Infinity War, but the process to bring him back to life depleted his magic considerably, and it has to slowly return to his full range within a year or so. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Language; descriptions of blood, anesthesia, and other things that go along with wisdom teeth surgery.

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“Promise me that you’ll film me when I come out of there.”

Loki looked over at me from the driver’s seat and frowned. “Why on Earth would I do that?”

“Because.” I giggled. “People usually act really hilariously when they’re coming off of anesthesia. I’m a bit excited to see how I’ll be.”

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. Currently, he was driving me into the oral surgeon’s office for my wisdom teeth extraction, and didn’t have the best attitude regarding the situation.

“I really don’t see the necessity of putting yourself through such a superfluous procedure,” he snapped.

“It’s not superfluous,” I insisted. “Humans get it done to prevent pain when the molars grow in and so that our teeth don’t go crooked from the crowding.”

“Yes, but there must be a simpler way.” He tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel. Throughout the whole process, he hadn’t been too keen on me being put under anesthesia and having a “stranger” go to town in my mouth with a scalpel. “Something that doesn’t involve a surgical procedure.”

“Ah, but then it wouldn’t make the dental people as much money,” I teased.

“If I had my full range of magic, I could remove them from your jaw with a snap of my fingers, and you’d never feel a thing.”

“That would be nice, but the thing is that you don’t have full range of your magic right now. And you won’t for a little while yet.” I put my hand on his thigh, clad in a pair of black jeans that hugged him in all the right places. “It’ll be completely fine, I promise. Literally almost everyone has this done at some point or another. It’s really not that big of a deal.”

Loki harrumphed and drew his brows together in stubborn defiance, but placed his hand on top of mine and rubbed my knuckles in silent trust.

In a few short minutes, we pulled into the surgeon’s office. Loki hovered over my shoulder as I signed release forms, and poured over the aftercare instruction pamphlets with religious fervor. I chuckled at his zeal, but my attention was primarily focused on the aquarium in the waiting room.

“Loki, look.” I pointed out a pair of clownfish. “They’re kissing.”

“I can’t look, darling,” he replied. “I have to make sure I understand all of this material.”

“Come on, you’ll have the whole time I’m back there to look at that.” I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, scanning the papers and wondering what I was getting myself into.

“I really don’t see why I can’t be back there with you,” he continued. “My presence is allowed in all of your other Midgardian doctor’s appointments.”

“This is different. It’s a surgical procedure; the environment has to be sterile.”

He pouted. “I’m very clean.”

“That’s not at all what I mean.”

“Still. If this was Asgard, no matter the severity of a procedure, I would be by your side. The healers would work around me as they were trained to do.”

“Yes, but this isn’t Asgard.” I reached out and twirled a strand of his hair round my finger. “It’ll be fine. They’re just teeth.”

Behind us, the door leading back into the dental offices opened, and a nurse called my name.

“I’ll see you in no time,” I assured as I stood, pecking Loki quickly on the lips. “Don’t forget to film me when you come back!”

“Sweetie, are you awake?”

I opened my eyes drowsily and discovered a nurse looking down at me, gauze in her hand. My brain was clouded, and everything was simultaneously hilarious and devastating. Unable to move my lips to procure any sort of response, I nodded dumbly. The nurse smiled lightly and tucked the gauze into my mouth.

“Bite down on that for me, okay?” She reached under my shoulders and helped me to stand. “We’ll get you to recovery and then bring your boyfriend back, okay?”

I gasped, my eyes going wide as we hobbled down the hall. “My boyfriend?” I exclaimed, voice muffled by the gauze.

“Yes, sweetie. Your boyfriend was the one that brought you here.”

“Oh. I’m glad I have one of those,” I babbled as we entered a small lounge and the nurse lowered me down onto a recliner and draped a blanket over me. “Is he handsome?”

“Yes, honey,” the nurse giggled. “He’s very handsome.”

“Well, I’m excited then.” I wiggled in my seat. “Bring him in.”

The nurse clipped a monitor onto my finger and left me alone in the recovery lounge. I sat docile in my drugged state, not really thinking much of anything until Loki came through the doors, face only slightly contorted in concern.

“Loki!” I cried out from my chair. “Holy shit, you’re so pretty!”

He chuckled, visibly relieved, coming to sit on the chair beside mine and stroking my hair lightly. “Hi, love. Are you doing alright?”

I felt tears prick the back of my eyes, and before I knew it, I was sobbing.

“What’s wrong, love?” He cooed, wiping my face and mouth with a tissue as the nurse looked on.

“I- I just- I just-,” I whined through a torrential bout of tears. “I love you so much!”

My comment brought Loki’s gentle chuckles up to a scale of full-blown laughter.

“Stop making fun of me!” I protested. “It’s true!”

“I’m not making fun of you, sweetling.” He brought my hand to his lips. “I love you very much, too.”

“She’s probably just fine to go now,sir,” the nurse interjected. “Do you need any aftercare instructions reviewed?”

“No, thank you. I think I’ve got everything under control.” Loki pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arm around my waist, my head lolling onto his shoulder. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.”

I cracked my eyes open and found myself cocooned in the bed that Loki and I usually shared, ice packs secured onto my cheeks, my mouth full of bloody saliva, and my lips completely numb. I glanced around the room, slightly confused, only grasping vague memories of what happened over the past three hours. I gingerly pushed myself into a sitting position, and, once my vision cleared from a brief bout of lightheadedness, I opened my mouth to call for Loki, but found I could barely do so due to pain.

Pressing a hand to my puffy cheek, I strained my ears to hear what he could be doing, but, as usual, he was characteristically quiet in a way only inhumans could achieve. I rooted around the bed, which would’ve been more appropriately dubbed as a monstrous mountain of pillows to keep my head elevated, and eventually found my phone under a hefty stack of wet tissues. Wondering what on Earth happened to create the pile. I dialed Loki’s number, trying to put the phone to my ear but finding it too painful and settling for speaker.

“Are you awake, love?”

“Yeah.” My voice was unintentionally very whiny. “I want you.”

“Let me finish something and I’ll be right there.”

After he hung up the call, I collapsed back onto my pillows, groaning at the pain that crept up the back of my jaw. I was still woozy from the anesthesia, and couldn’t manage to find a comfortable position. I was halfway dying of thirst, but couldn’t muster up the energy to reach over and get my cup off the nightstand. I willed Loki to finish whatever he was doing faster and hurry over to me.

“Are you awake now, love?” Loki’s voice preceded him into the room. I turned my head towards him as much as I was able, as even my neck was sore from the procedure. I looked him up and down, still dressed in what he wore to the surgeon’s office, carrying ice packs and a bowl of applesauce.

“How long was I asleep?” I asked, remaining still as he set what he carried aside and began to tidy my pillows and blankets. During the process, he seemed to read my mind and handed me my cup, wiping the water that ran down my chin as my numb lips tried to draw it in. I flushed in embarrassment over how pathetic the scene must have looked.

“Not long. A couple of hours at best.” Loki held up the ice packs. “How’s your pain? Do you want these on?”

I nodded again, holding still as he affixed them to my cheeks. The cold stung, but I knew that the throbbing pain in my gums would become much worse without the ice packs, so I endured it.

“Anesthetic-wise, how are you feeling?” Loki continued to question, being a perfect nurse.

“I don’t really feel drugged anymore.” My mouth was starting to swell and my voice came out as a lisp. “I still feel a bit goofy, though. Like I could laugh or cry at the drop of a hat.”

“Well, I must admit, you were pretty entertaining when you were recovering.” Loki pulled his lips into his signature smug smile, lowering himself down on the edge of the bed.

“What did I do?” The thought of my drugged actions excited me enough to sit forward. “Was it good?”

“Indeed. You were very emotional, and kept going on passionate speeches about how much you loved me. My favorite moment was when you suddenly got very angry and went on a passionate spiel about just how you were going to vanquish everyone who’s ever hurt me.” Loki broke off to chuckle, pulling his phone out of his pocket and fiddling with it. “There was a lot of crying, too. It took me an hour to get you to stop. That’s where all the tissues came from.”

“Oh my god, that’s better than I hoped for.” I nodded towards the device. “Please tell me that means you filmed it.”

“It does indeed. Here’s a clip.”

Loki turned the screen towards me, displaying a scene of me reclining in the car, my eyes closed and my mouth drooping open, wet tear tracks shining on my cheeks.

“What did you say, love?” Loki’s voice said offscreen.

“I said that since Thanos choked you to death, I’m gonna choke him to death with my dick!” Video-me exclaimed, voice muffled by gauze.

“How are you going to do that when you don’t have a dick?” Video-Loki questioned.

“I don’t know, but I have to do it somehow!” I watched myself burst into torrential tears. “They killed you, Loki, I can’t believe they killed you? How could they do that? I’m so mad at them! I’m- I’m gonna rip their guts out because they killed you! You didn’t deserve that! You deserve love and happiness and-”

I started to laugh at myself, but the pain that resulted from the action caused me to break off and hold my cheeks gingerly. Loki paused the video, eyebrows drawing together.

“You can watch the rest of that when you’re feeling better.” He retrieved the applesauce and held it out to me. “Do you want to eat something so you can take your pain medication?”

I once again nodded pitifully, and Loki began to patiently spoon-feed me. I was a bit ashamed of my invalid state and that someone who was literally royalty was having to put applesauce in my mouth and wipe my chin when it slipped past my swollen lips, but deeper down, my heart was warm and fuzzy at how tender and affectionate he was being, taking care of my very unglamorous state without a single grimace of disgust or snide remark.

When the applesauce was gone and I had swallowed my pill, Loki draped an extra blanket over me and helped me turn the TV on.

“If you’re comfortable, I’ll be reading in the living room if you need me.” He kissed my forehead and made to leave the room, but I grabbed his wrist.

“No.” I patted the bed next to me. “Cuddle with me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I insisted. “You sit freakishly still. Come on or I’ll start crying again.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” Loki smirked but complied to my request all the same, reclining on top of the covers. As he hit play on the TV show I’d watched a thousand times before and planned to binge during my recovery, I snuggled up to him and intertwined my fingers in his. In the comfort of his presence, I was able to forget my pain and discomfort, and once again slip into a much-needed sleep.

“Loki, I’m so sick of this!” I whined.

It was my third day post-op. I couldn’t get my teeth together, so I hadn’t eaten anything that wasn’t pureed for two days, and when I did eat, I couldn’t get my mouth open, so I ended up with food all over my face. That was definitely an attractive sight to show the god that was supposed to be taking care of me. On top of that, I hadn’t been able to brush my teeth, either, and a horribly bad taste lingered in my mouth. And, to add further insult to injury, my face was swelled up to the point where it looked like I was hiding two softballs in my cheeks. At that point in the recovery process, the swelling was at its peak, as was my pain- a nagging, constant pain that was more annoying than severe, bringing me nearly to tears.

“I know, love. It will get better.” Loki leaned in to kiss me, but I made a protesting sound in the back of my throat and put my hands out to keep him at bay. He pulled back and stared at me with wide eyes.

“Sorry.” I averted my gaze and put my hand over my mouth. “I’m sure my breath is really bad, and I don’t want you to have to smell it.”

“I assure you, love, I’ve gone through greater discomfort than that,” he consoled, but pulled back nonetheless.

“I know. I just don’t like you seeing me like this.” I pointed to my cheeks. “Look at me! I’m so ugly right now.”

“I don’t think your cheeks make you ugly.” He pulled up to his full height, sitting into one hip and observing me from above. “I think they’re cute.”

“Liar.” I tossed a wadded-up napkin at him. “You fell in love with the pretty and perfect version of me. You’re royalty and a god, for fuck’s sake, you shouldn’t have to deal with me like this.”

“My past and its repercussions that you have to deal with are far uglier than this could ever be.” With the gentlest of touches, seeing as I was still very sore, he caressed my puffy cheek. “Besides, I like taking care of you like this. It takes away the feeling of mine that I ruin everything and break whatever I touch.”

“Well, you sure know how to sweet talk,” I pouted.

“They don’t call me Silvertongue for nothing.” Loki retrieved the ice packs once more. “It’s time to get these back on, though.”

I reverted back into my whining state. “I don’t want them! I’m so sick of feeling like my face is being suffocated.”

“Alright.” To my surprise, Loki was compliant, setting the packs aside immediately. “Do you feel well enough to go sit outside? I feel like the fresh air could do you some good right now.”

“Oh.” I sat up a bit straighter. “Yeah, that sounds really nice.”

“Wait here, then. I’ll be back to get you.”

I rubbed my throbbing cheeks as Loki left the room again, using all of my willpower to suppress whines of pain until he returned. He helped me climb out of the bed, which would be more appropriately dubbed as a nest over the past three days, intertwining his fingers in mine and leading me out into the warm early summer air.

“Over here, sweetheart.” He indicated towards the porch swing, which he had layered with cushions and a light blanket. “Mind if I sit first?”

I shrugged my approval and he lowered himself down on one side of the swing, helping me climb on and curl up, resting my head on his thighs. When we were situated, he began to rock the swing gently with his heels, the breeze and distant sound of birds nearly lulling me to sleep.

“You really should put some sort of ice back on.” Loki tapped my nose. “Your face is starting to swell more, and you’re turning all red.”

“Gee, thanks, Lo.” I reached up and thumped his chin playfully, giggling. “But I’m so sick of them. They scratch my face all up and make me feel like I’m suffocating.”

“I got some different ones.” He glanced down at me with a bemused expression. “I think you’ll enjoy these a bit more.”

“Alright. I’ll try anything if it will make me comfortable.”

“Close your eyes, then.” He playfully put his hand over my brow, and I complied with as big of a smile I could muster without pain.

“I love your chipmunk smile, but stop it.” He poked my cheeks. “I need you to relax for this.”

I let one last giggle slip out before I obeyed, and after a brief pause and a curiously cold breeze drifting across my face, he cradled my cheeks in his hands and began to give me the gentlest of massages, though his skin was cold as ice. I cracked an eye open and discovered, as I expected, that he was indigo up to his forearms, raised ridges decorating his skin. He didn’t meet my gaze, instead focusing his slightly red-tinged eyes on his task, tongue poking between his teeth.

“Loki,” I breathed. “You know I love this form and I don’t care who knows or sees it, but you’re usually so reserved about it. I’m proud of you for this, but you do realize that we’re sitting outside, where anyone could see us?”

“I do.” Loki’s expression remained stoic, but the tiniest of flushes betrayed him. “But I don’t care if this is going to make you feel better. Is it making you feel better?”

“Mm.” I closed my eyes again and leaned into his touch. “More than anything has.”

“Well, then, I’ll do it as much as I can. I don’t care who sees me like this.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

Loki frowned. “Well, I mean, I can always wipe their memories later.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” I turned my head and pressed a kiss to his palm. “I understand. Thank you for doing this.”

“No need to thank me, love.” He grinned and tucked a bit of hair behind my ear, chilly fingers brushing across my forehead and giving me goosebumps. “I would do anything for my queen.”

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canwetalkaboutcaptainswan · 7 years

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Prompt for @themrandmrscaptainswan - “patching up a wound.” Thanks for the prompt! Hope you all enjoy. Angst, but with fluff :)

“I could heal it with magic, if you’d rather me…” Emma offers, in a sore attempt to get her husband to chill out. It doesn’t work.

“Absolutely not,” Killian snaps, blowing through his nose and shaking his head, “you’ve done enough magic for one day, Saviour.”

Saviour. Ouch. He never calls her that. Not unless he’s mad.

“Okay,” she says quietly, fidgeting a little on the toilet seat. “Is there anything I can do to help, then?”

“Well you should text your parents, let them know you’re still alive,” he says, and her eyes widen in shock because did he really just say that?

“Killian. I scraped my knee, it’s not like I lost a limb,” she snaps, but as soon as the words tumble out of her mouth she instantly regrets them. He freezes and looks up from where he’s kneeling on the bathroom tile, his icy stare one of shock and hurt and anger, all rolled together. His jaw moves like he’s about to fire back at her, but he purses his lips, as if to stop his counter remark in its tracks. Emma’s whole posture turns inward with guilt.

“…okay, so that was a very shitty thing to say. I’m didn’t mean it Killian,” she says quickly.

“Aye,” he agrees, but his tone is a little softer. Even when he’s mad at her, he can still read her like a book. He knows she’s being sincere, that she didn’t think before she spoke. He forgives her. (For her quip, at least.)

It’s awkward silence for a moment, Killian working meticulously at the rather large scrape Emma procured on her right knee when she fell. Storybrooke is currently waging war with Yzma and Kronk, ("the emperor’s new fucking groove? What the fuck does that even mean, Henry?" "Language, mom. How have you never seen that one?") and Emma had gone to help Regina in a head to head battle with Yzma and her ferocious felines. Despite Killian asking her not to.

“Could you keep the pressure up, love? I need to fetch some things,” he says, in a studious manner. She does as he bids, holding the blood-soaked rag tightly against her knee. It’s quite the gash, honestly. She exhales when he and his anger leave the bathroom, and she tries to sort out how to explain why she went in the first place. Before she can make much headway, though, he returns with bandage wrap, polysporin, and his flask.

He goes back to kneeling in front of the toilet, and places the bandages and ointment next to her feet.

He yanks the cork from the flask with his teeth, (of course he does), and motions for her to move the rag. Emma closes her eyes and braces herself.

“Fuck,” she hisses, but she says nothing else. (Nothing, for instance, about the fact that cleaning wounds with rum is completely unnecessary in the modern age.)

“Sorry, darling,” he apologizes, and he means it. He hates seeing her hurt. He blows the wound dry before applying the ointment, and bandages it thoroughly.

“Too tight? Can you bend your knee?”

Emma swings her right leg experimentally. “Feels fine. Thank you.”

He nods, but then gets up, heading out the door of the master bathroom that leads into their room.

Her eyes widen as she watches him go, and she gets up as fast as she can, hobbles behind him. “Where are you going? Aren’t we going to talk?” she asks, slightly panicking. Is he really that mad?

He spins, and when he sees her supporting her weight with just her left leg, he instinctively reaches to help her stand. She grips his arm a little tighter than maybe is necessary, but she can’t help it. Please don’t go.

He helps her to the edge of their bed and makes her sit. He crouches down to her eye level, and gives her the look of a disappointed parent. She suspects her own expression mimics that of a child in trouble, so at least it’s somewhat appropriate.

“We’ll talk. But first, I’m making you a doctor’s appointment.”

She wants to argue. She really does. It’s not necessary, she literally just scraped her knee…but she holds her tongue. She bites her cheek and nods her assent. Besides, this isn’t even about her, not really.

He grabs the landline from the nightside table, and goes to the hallway to make the phone call. While he’s gone, she tries again to assemble her thoughts, and the points she’s going to make to defend herself in this discussion they’re about to have. No matter how much he hates it, she is the Saviour. She has to protect their town, their family. It doesn’t matter that she’s his wife or that she’s…fuck.

Suddenly she’s hit with a bolt of clarity, and suddenly she has 20/20 vision from his side of things. Her hand drops to her abdomen. Of course it fucking matters that she’s his wife.

It fucking matters a lot.

She can hear him murmuring outside to the receptionist at the doctor's office, his tone concerned as he explains what happened. (Well, minus the magical sparring and all that.)

She's a terrible person, honestly. She brings her knees as close to her chest as she can, despite the dull ache coming from her injury. Her throat tightens as the tears well up. She bites her lip, hard, but it's no use. She's crying.

Another minute and Killian swings the door open. "Alright. We have an appointment tomorrow at-Emma?!" He crosses the room in a second, tossing the phone on the bed before quickly sitting down next to her. “What is it? What hurts? Is the baby—”

Emma rubs her eyes, shaking her head and taking a breath. “No no, I’m okay. The baby—we’re okay. God, Killian. I’m so sorry,” she stammers, letting go of her knees so she can grip his forearms. “I didn’t…I wasn’t…I don’t want you to think that…look, I went to help Regina because I wanted to protect your kid. I wanted to just squash the damn wench so that I could try to enjoy a peaceful pregnancy and not be worried she’d try to slip me a potion or some shit. But I guess I…I did not think it through. I did not consider the fact that me going to fight her would put your child straight in the line of fire. That was dangerous and awful. I’m so sorry, and you tried to tell me not to go and I didn’t listen, and I totally get if you’re mad or if you—“

“Shh, alright, darling, alright. Shh,” he tries to soothe her, all his anger at her thrown far into the void. “Come here,” he tells her, pulling her easily into his lap. Her belly is still pretty tiny, but it’s definitely round, and once he has her settled in his hold he presses his palm against it. She leans into his chest, and circles her fingers around his wrist, holding his hand there. She’s biting her lip and won’t meet his eyes.

“Emma,” he says gently, nuzzling her cheek with his nose, trying to get her to look at him. “Emma, love. Hey. I’m right here.”

She turns then, can’t help it. His eyes are entirely different than they were before.

“First of all,” he begins, thumbing her belly, “I don’t know why you keep calling her “your child.” She’s our child, sweetheart.”

“What if she’s a he?” Emma counters lightly, but Killian knows she’s just deflecting.

“Emma.”

“...I don’t know. I just want her to be like you, I guess. I don’t know why I say it like that.”

Killian smiles at her and kisses her forehead, but tucks that bit of insecurity away to bring up later. Right now, he has to focus on the events of the day.

“I suppose it’s fault of mine, Swan. I should’ve gone further than just asking you not to go. I should’ve explained.”

She shakes her head at him. “No, don’t do that. You should not have to explain the concept of “don’t go fighting in a battle cause I’m scared our kid will get hit.”’ It’s pretty self-explanatory. I’m just an idiot.”

“No, you aren’t. You’re the Saviour. It’s ingrained in you to put others’ safety before yours. You can’t help it, love.” He reaches to link his fingers through hers, and he squeezes. She squeezes back.

“You know, you’re allowed to be mad at me about stuff. You don’t have to give up your anger just because you saw me crying and knew I needed a pep talk, Killian.”

“Emma, you are my wife. You are carrying our child. If I see that you need a pep talk, you are damn well getting a pep talk.”

“But Killian, you were mad. Really mad,” she says quietly.

He blows out a sigh and quirks his mouth, trying to find the right way to explain. “Mad isn’t the right word, love. Although I can see how it came off that way,” he admits.

He’s quiet then, his hand still rubbing idly over her belly button. She waits.

“I was terrified,” he whispers, and it guts her. “When Regina called and said you were bleeding, and that I should come get you, I…I think I drove 140 down main street. I thought my heart was going to implode. I’ve never been so afraid in my entire life. If anything serious had happened, if I hadn’t gotten there in time—”

Emma’s eyes widen, and she reaches with her free hand to card her fingers through his hair. “Hey, hey. It wasn’t like that. Don’t even go there.”

“But it could’ve been, Swan. It could’ve been much, much worse than a scrape on the knee. You can’t deny that.”

And she can’t.

She frowns and strokes his cheek with her thumb, looking up into his worried gaze. She hates that a decision she made is the cause of the anguish she sees on his face.

“I’m sorry Killian. You’re absolutely right. I promise, I won’t do anything stupid like that again. I didn’t mean to make you feel so scared.”

He kisses her forehead again, letting his lips linger at her hairline. He feels her relax a little in his arms, and he lets himself relax as well.

“It’s alright, Swan. And I don’t think it was stupid, that’s not it. It’s just…you’re always so quick to be Saviour Emma, and sometimes I just need you to be my Emma. Or, err, I suppose—”

“Just our kid’s mom?” she finishes for him, pressing their linked fingers over the little life nestled beneath her skin.

“Aye, my love. Just our kid’s mom.”

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