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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Glad You’re Here - Martin (The Rain)

I fucking LOVED this show, and I was so disappointed to see that there wasn’t much of a fandom for it. I swear I will build a fandom for this show up from the ground if I have to.

My Masterlist.

angst, hurt/comfort, x gender neutral reader

Word count: 1.3k Warnings: Injury, canon violence (if any). Not proofread.

Summary: Reader and Martin get into an argument, and Reader breaks off from the group on their own, hiding a nasty wound. It gets infected and they get terribly sick.

"You know what? Fine. Okay. I'm not going to die with the rest of you." I grit my teeth, glaring at the soldier in front of me. I took one last look at everyone, before turning away and tucking my knife back into its sheath on my thigh, limping off into the forest.

The previous fight against the people trying to take Rasmus had taken a toll on all of us, but they had regrouped quickly; and my own group was already more than ready to fight for him again. They were a bunch of idiots. A bunch of idiots that were willing to get themselves killed for that stupid boy. I told myself. I wasn't going to lose anymore people for him. Not again.

My foot suddenly caught on a tree root, sending me tumbling to the ground. I panted, clutching the now open wound on my side and rolling onto my back. I blinked hard as my vision spun, noticing the dark clouds begin to roll in. Cursing under my breath, I staggered to my feet and set off in a random direction at a clumsy pace. I had no idea where I was.

Maybe I was going to be the idiot to die.

I shook my head at that thought, stumbling forward and gripping onto trees for support. I had been severely injured during our last fight, being shot once, and winged another time, as well as breaking my ankle. I had lost a lot of blood, and I was still weak from it and struggling to recover. Being too stubborn to accept help, I hadn't even set my ankle, to avoid suspicion. Our medical supplies were limited, and everyone else had been injured worse.

I suddenly spotted what looked like a school in the distance, and I breathed out a sigh of relief, picking up my pace. And not a moment's too soon I opened the door forcefully, as a heavy downpour began. I wandered around aimlessly before heading straight for the nurse's office. There wasn't much left-it had been looted already, it looked like-but in a drawer, I found a half empty bottle of painkillers. I immediately shook some out into my palm, downing them with a gulp of water. I began to search for other things I would need; bandages, and antibiotics for the winged shot on my side that I was sure had been infected by now. I managed to find bandages and gauze, but only empty bottles of antibiotics. Not even any alcohol.

I grimaced as I opened my water bottle, which wasn't even half full. I tugged my shirt up, removing the bandage with a wince. The wound was an angry, swollen red all around it and it was hot to the touch. With a grimace, I poured about half of my remaining water over it, which did little to clean it. I did all that I could do, securing a gauze pad over it and beginning to work on the one in my abdomen. Afterwards, I wrapped my ankle tightly in gauze and tape, stabilizing it the best I could, and curled onto the cot tiredly.

I woke up shivering and burning. I turned onto my side with a small groan, pulling the thin blanket over me. The amount of energy it took just to do that should have been concerning to me, but a fog had settled over my brain, and I would have felt almost in a dream-like state had it not been for the terrible pain I felt all over. Each breath was difficult and painful. My mouth was terribly, painfully dry, but I was unable to reach for my water bottle. I stared at it longingly until I finally succumbed to fatigue once again.

A shuffling awoke me this time, and I jolted up in alarm, struggling onto my elbows with renewed strength. My eyes darted around, and my hand hesitantly went to the knife on my thigh before I realized it had an IV hooked to it. Footsteps rounded the corner, and I shrank back, hastily pulling the IV out and swinging my legs over the cot. I immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea hit me, hard. I hunched over, fighting the urge to throw up, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I flinched back, my head snapping up to meet the threat.

"Martin?" I croaked out, my eyes slowly bringing his face into focus. Completely forgetting our argument, I slumped against him in relief. He wrapped his arms around me, tenderly rubbing my back, before he suddenly pulled away, resting the back of his hand against the side of my neck and frowning. He pressed a hand to my chest, gently urging me to lie back on the cot. For once, I complied, feeling weak and helpless. I relaxed into the cot with a small sigh, watching as he stood up.

"Don't leave me." I mumbled, managing to catch his fingers with mine. He looked at our intertwined hands for a moment, before taking his hand back and leaving the room without a word. The feeling of regret hung heavy over me, making it even harder to breathe. I drew in a labored breath, closing my eyes, and knowing that I was at least safe now. I trusted that, no matter what terms we were on, Martin wouldn't let any harm come to me.

Before I could drift off again, I heard his footsteps coming back down the hall. I forced my heavy eyelids open, eyeing him wearily as he approached me with something in his hands that I couldn't make out. He sat on my bedside, taking the IV I had tugged out into his hands carefully, and holding his hand out for my arm. I groaned, tucking my arm under the sheets.

"They're antibiotics." He insisted. He knew about my fear of needles.

"I'm fine." I protested, attempting to sit up again. He eyed me carefully as I did so, but made no move to stop me. My jaw clenched, and my face screwed up in pain, but I managed to prop myself against the corner, a pale, shaky hand settling over my injured abdomen. I tried to ignore the burning heat coming from the wound.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked tiredly.

"At the bunker." He replied shortly, looking away.

"I'm sorry." I started, my timid voice barely above a whisper. "It's just..We've lost so many people already and seeing that almost happen to you…" I hesitated. "..yesterday..? I can't…I don't want to lose you-" I broke off before my voice could crack, looking down at my feet.

"I know. I understand, but we're in this together. Nobody gets to go running off." He finally met my gaze, looking exhausted.

"I'm sorry." I repeated, breaking off with a cough and a wheeze. He gave me a concerned glance.

"That happened three days ago." He eventually informed me, eyeing me up and down for my reaction.

"Oh." I whispered. "How long have you been here?"

"Two days."

"Martin I-" I began. He immediately cut me off.

"Don't, not right now. I'm just glad you're still here. I thought you were gone."

He took me in his arms, holding me tightly to his chest, the gesture admitting how scared he had been at the thought of losing me. I held onto him as tight as I could, sucking in a shaky breath and then wincing. His hands began to gently run across my back in a comforting manner. I relaxed into him in exhaustion. He was careful as he gently pulled me down onto the cot with him, tucking an arm securely around my waist. I sighed contentedly, knowing we were both safe right now, in the current moment. That was all that mattered.

#the rain #the rain netflix #martin the rain #the rain martin #the rain martin x reader #martin x reader #simone and martin #i still respect them and i absolutely love their relationship #but the ending ugh #they deserved SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT #the rain fanfiction #the rain netflix fanfiction #hurt/comfort #angst #the rain angst

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queernarchy · 1 year

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#goncharov #the most tragic part of the movie is NOT the rain scene with katya #it's why at the cafe andrei is fully eating a cannoli doing the worst russian accent i have ever heard in my life #martin scorsese #unreality

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pastadrawstma · 2 months

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Ive never played rainworld but I did draw jmart as slugcats on mspaint with my finger

Day 23 of posting magpod art daily

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byronvera · 7 months

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breakthrough breakin' through

#ward #ward web serial #parahumans #my art #wardblr #victoria dallon #tristan vera #sveta karelia #chris elman #rain o'fire frazier #kenzie martin

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papa-evershed · 8 months

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TOP FIVE FAVORITE RJC CHARACTERS as voted for by fandom in the RJC birthday poll

» Happy 47th Birthday to Robert James-Collier «

#robert james-collier #rob james-collier #robert james collier #rob james collier #mine #thomas barrow #martin evershed #saul silva #hutch hutchbert #alex #yes i'm simply posting the poll results in place of a proper birthday gifset 😬#happy birthday 🎈🎈🎈#am I a little sad we didn't get to include daniel watson on the poll options? yes #am I also sad Kevin didn't make the cut? also yes #but it's still a very good list so can't complain #here's hoping the universe rains down nothing but the very best it has to offer onto his precious little head today 🍻

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keysmanydudes · 6 months

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found this in my notes when did I get this funny

bonus amy

#*rain of spider #faith the unholy trinity #faith game #john ward #gary miller #amy martin #(my art)

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f1reacts · 1 month

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#lance stroll #alex albon #aston martin #williams racing #since the picture of the rain of them two + latifi was so popular #i’m posting lance twice in one update

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martin-kartin-blackwood-tma · 3 months

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Martin Blackwood stim board🌫️☕

Art by @time-woods

(all gifs found on Pinterest)

#the magnus archives #tma #martin blackwood #tea stim #cow stim #baking stim #food stim #rain stim #writing stim #mushroom stim #tw food #food #stimboard #Martin Blackwood stimboard

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just-in-case-iloveyou · 6 months

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i never posted my Atta Boy photos (hell, i barely took any in LA), but i figured closing night of their tour was as good a time as any. i had the most amazing time, and everyone was so unbelievably sweet and funny and kind. these were two of the most incredible nights of my life, and i absolutely sobbed after both shows. i love them so much.

also, thank you forever @cherished-little-cannoli for joining me! 💖

all my own photos. please don't repost without permission or credit 🙏🏼

Bill Pullman was truly just the sweetest man. we chatted a bit about the show, and A Steady Rain, and you could just see how proud he is of Lew, and it's beyond wholesome. they're such a beautiful family. 💖

i'm including this photo from @pullman-lewis because Lewis is holding the letter i wrote him 🥹😭

i'm also devastated that i wasn't conscious enough to get a photo with Graham Patrick Martin, who showed up to support Lew. when i told him i love how they support each other's endeavors, he literally said, "besties for life!" 🥰

(GPM also remembered me from A Steady Rain 😭)

Jamie Wollrab and Josh Brolin were also there, but i didn't get photos with either of them. in my defense, i find Josh Brolin wildly intimidating (for no reason. he seems lovely). i did, however, talk to Jamie again, and he's an absolute gem! 😊

anyways, i'll go cry in a corner now.

#Atta Boy #Lewis Pullman #Eden Brolin #Freddy Reish #Dashiel Thompson #Bill Pullman #Graham Patrick Martin #Jamie Wollrab #Josh Brolin #Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun #Robert Bob Floyd #Bob Floyd #Outer Range #Rhett Abbott #A Steady Rain #Denny Lombardi

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mothcpu · 1 year

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scans (now with natural slugcat flavor)

#sketchdump #rain world #ultrakill #my ocs #couple other guys too. amy martin and lil hal in the first pic #downpour lore is making me insane btw I cant wait to do more art for it. saint campaign end hopy SHIT #should really pick up some non-shit pens... these are drawn with super cheap ballpoints

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m-rod-unofficial · 1 month

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Michelle Rodriguez, Milla Jovovich, Eric Mabius, Pasquale Aleardi, Martin Crewes, and James Purefoy || Resident Evil (2002)

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Spirits in The Rain - Martin - Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

My Everything Masterlist

Word count: 768 Chapter warnings: injury, violence.

Soulmate AU, hurt/comfort, angst, x gender neutral reader

I fired off the last shot I had in my pistol, throwing it to the ground as the man in front of me hit the ground with a dull thud, lifeless. I gasped, staggering backwards before taking off running. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew that I had to get as far away as I could from this place.

I didn’t make it very far, having been weakened from lack of food and water, and especially sleep. My jailers hadn’t exactly taken care of me. I cursed myself for falling for their trap, their offer to help me. The bunker had food, and it was safe, but I couldn’t bring myself to stay there, not after what I had experienced there. Even if they were dead now. I just couldn’t.

I collapsed against a tree, my chest heaving painfully. My ankle throbbed, and my ribs were bruised. It hurt to take a deep breath. It wasn’t long before I struggled to my feet, feeling the need to keep moving. As long as I was in the vicinity of that place, I couldn’t feel at ease. I limped through the woods as far as I could, and I soon came across an abandoned cabin. It wasn’t nearly dark yet, but as badly as I wanted to keep moving, I decided to stop here for the night. The dark clouds hovered in the sky menacingly.

The cabin was sorely abandoned on the inside as well as the out, everything covered in a layer of dust. As I flopped onto the couch, a cloud of dust erupted from it, sending me into a coughing fit that made my ribs pulsate. I groaned, pulling some packaged foods out of my bag that I had managed to snag from them before making a run for it. I ate only part of it, knowing I'd have to ration my supplies.

As I settled down on the couch-after checking the entire place and blocking off any entryways with furniture-I heard the pattern patter of rain on the roof. Before, it would have been a calming, welcomed sound. Now, it only served to further agitate me. My eyes cracked open, suddenly aware that the place was broken down enough to have leaks in the roof. I watched, and sure enough, plump drops fell to the floor from the ceiling across the room from me. I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head and passing out in exhaustion.

The next day, and the day after, and the day after, I wandered through the woods with no destination in particular. I had no idea where I was. Already having been starved and mistreated in the facility, it didn't take long for my condition to worsen, and soon I was barely staggering through the brush, zombie-like. I was barely aware of my surroundings, barely aware of the gnawing pain in my gut, and barely aware of the progressive cold that plagued me until I was shivering constantly.

I broke down against a tree as a violent coughing fit overtook me, causing me to fall to my knees, hunched over defensively. As I straightened up, I heard voices, and feet crunching through the dry leaves. I stiffened, stumbling to my feet as quietly as I could. I gripped the knife at my hip.

Two men in hazmat suits appeared at the edge of my vision. I ripped myself away from the one that had grabbed my arm, shoving the other away from me and stabbing him in the arm before I took off running again, as fast as I could. I heard heavy footsteps chase after me; they were fast and unwavering, even after my own pace faltered not long into the chase as I weakened quickly. My feet began to drag as my pace slowed dramatically, and my foot caught on a root. I pitched forward, unable to stop my head from slamming into something solid. I blacked out instantly.

The men stood above me, peering at me through their hazmat shields. I shrank back, scrambling away from them until my back hit a tree. My head pounded and my vision was splotchy. I shook uncontrollably.

Their heads jerked up simultaneously when more people came running through the brush towards us. I attempted to struggle to my feet while they were distracted, but one of them immediately turned around and knocked me back with a sharp kick to the ribs. I choked out a cry, falling onto my side with a pathetic wheeze. The ground dug into my frail shoulder blades painfully.

"Let them up." A female voice called out.