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thatfreshi · 8 months

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"Matters of the Heart" (Uni AU P. 14)

tw - mentions of abuse, athletic injuries

Another week passes, and things slowly return to normal. Halsin texts you every morning and night, always saying sweet things, as if his words are coated in sugar and honey. Astarion has started to perk up again, but he has stopped telling you anything about work, especially anything about Cazador. He takes all of his phone calls privately, and hides any accumulated wounds carefully. After that morning, seeing you cry over him, he can't give you another reason to be upset. At some point, he must have talked to Gale, because the two seem to have a silent understanding, although the artist never approaches you about the subject. This Saturday, Karlach has her first meet of the year, and your little ragtag group of friends has been invited.

"Oh Goddess, she needs to wear those shorts more. I can't! I just can't, she's too much!"

Of course, Shadowheart can't go one second around Karlach without thirsting.

"Oh, that's her girlfriend?"

Halsin came too, a great excuse for the two of you to see each other again. Not much has occurred, and he's obviously very charismatic, but you haven't been getting that butterflies in your stomach feeling. Despite this, you try your best to give him a solid chance, knowing it's very possible the recent stress has gotten the better of you.

"Yeah, they're quite cute together."

You're short with him, not on purpose, but because you're focused on other things: your project presentation coming up soon, an upcoming Halloween party, and the fact that Astarion has seemed quite fidgety all day. You move to whisper to him.

"You alright? You seem anxious."

He doesn't respond, instead giving a small thumbs up, not making eye contact with you.

"I think they're about to start."

Gale gets everyone focused back on the match that's about to start. Karlach is going against another tall buff woman from an opposing school, and the fight begins slowly, the two trying to figure out the other's plan. At some point, they get repositioned for going out of bounds, but Coach Zariel takes Karlach aside before the match continues again.

"That's weird. They already talked everything through beforehand, she was texting me about it."

Shadow picks up on the weird feeling that arises, and the rest of you follow suit. While watching the two of them talk, it's clear that tempers are rising, until your friend backs down, and goes back to the match. Things continue normally, until the two begin grappling. In between grabs and attempted chokes, it's hard to see exactly what's going on. That is, until the opposing woman yelps in pain, and the ref separates the two. The ref then proceeds to fight with your school's coach.

"What in the hell is going on?"

Wyll is just as confused as the rest of you, unsure as to why things ended so fast, or why there's now an argument going on. Unlike Karlach usually is, she seems cold, and doesn't go to check on her opponent. Instead, the ref ends up giving her the point, and eventually the win, because the other woman can't fight due to severe pain. When you all meet up with her afterward, Karlach is distraught.

"What happened out there babe?"

Shadowheart is immediately at her side.

"I don't know. Coach, she pulled me aside, said I should for a spinal twist. I told her I thought that was an illegal move, but she just kept pushing it, so I did it. I guess the ref couldn't prove it though. Feels terrible, I hope she's alright."

"Why would Zariel even tell you to do that?"

"I don't know... but I don't like it."

The rest of you leave the two new lovebirds to talk about it alone. You turn your attention to Astarion.

"Did you still want to study later?"

"I would, but something came up. I have to leave soon actually."

You don't realize it, but a wave of sadness covers your face, apparent to both him and Halsin.

"I might see you tonight though?"

"Oh, Halsin and I actually have another date planned."

"Right, of course."

"Actually Tav, can we talk about that?"

You nod as Astarion takes his leave, silently reprimanding himself for being so pathetic over you and this thing with Halsin. He's like a hoarder when it comes to your time, obsessed with taking every moment of yours that can be shared, and Halsin has gotten in the way of that. Between how much he's had to work, it's hard to find time to see each other.

"What is it?"

Halsin has taken you aside.

"Listen, I've been having a wonderful time-"

"Me too! It's been great getting to know you."

You try to smile at him, but it fades when you realize he isn't saying it in a good way.

"I... I think your heart may be elsewhere though."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe you don't see it yet, but that 'best friend' of yours?"

"Oh, Astarion? No, it's not like that at all."

"Maybe not now, but the way he looks at you? Something will come of it soon, and I won't be in the middle of it. It pains me, because you're so incredible, but I just can't get between other people."

"Halsin, are you breaking this off over some petty jealousy? Because, even if Astarion were into me like that, which he isn't, that doesn't mean I'm into him."

"Would you be though? If he was interested?"

You hesitate.

"My point has been made. Perhaps we can be good friends Tav? But in the meantime, take care."

Just like that, he's gone, and you're unsure what to do. You don't feel like crying, but you definitely don't feel good either.

"You alright Tav?"

Gale comes to your side.

"No... no, I'm not."

"Did the nature fanatic break things off? Thought he was too much of a sweetheart for that."

"He said he doesn't want to get between me and Astarion."

"Oh, is that so? Are you interested in our albino friend?"

"I... I don't know."

No one had presented the concept to you before. After that first encounter with him and the night at the diner, you assumed friendship was all it could ever be. You blocked off that possibility in your head. Besides, does he even have the space for a relationship? He of course, had sex with you that evening at the party, but you didn't even know each other. He wasn't present either, which makes things more complicated. Is that even the kind of thing he's looking for, a lover?

"Well, I'd figure that out then. Matters of the heart are better when resolved."

"Yeah, I guess you're right Gale."

The events of last week paint across your mind again, his drunken stupor, how quiet he's been since. You remember sobbing at the side of his bed, clawing in your mind for any way to get him out of this situation. Before you go too far into the memory, you come back to reality.

"Gale?"

"Hm?"

"You haven't told anyone about last week right? You know."

"Right, that evening. No. Although. Astarion didn't tell me much, just that he had it handled at it wasn't my business to share. Suppose he's right. You though, you know way more than I do."

"What makes you say that?"

"You eyes. They're full of concern every time you look at him, like something is permanently wrong. Of course, it's not my place to pry, but we've all started to become rather fond of him. I'd hate to see something bad happen all because he wants to keep his secrets."

"Trust me Gale, me too."

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #x reader #freshiau #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #karlach #wyll ravengard #halsin

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mcclainwilla · 6 months

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Writing Fight Scenes Part 8 - Illegal Strikes

Sorry this took a while to get out, school has been kicking my ass (but what's new) and I couldn't think of a topic to tackle, until I had a vision in my grocery store parking lot. Up until this point, I've been talking about 'honorable' martial arts/fighting techniques. But what happens if your character is just a cunt?

I'm going to talk about types of illegal hits (learned from my time in martial arts/watching UFC fighting, not from my own exploits) and when/why your character would ever want to do such a sucky thing

TW: injury mention, death mention, brief eye horror mention.

Please tread carefully if you're sensitive to violence! I fully anticipate having a personal case of the heebie jeebies by the time I'm done writing this post

Types of Illegal Hits

When I was still actively practicing martial arts, my instructor would sing (to the tune of 'head, shoulders, knees and toes') "eyes, ears nose throat and groin, throat and groin" which, honestly, is most of what you need to know. But I'm going to expand on that a little bit

Back of the head

Specifically, the junction between your character's spine and your neck. If you poke around, you'll find a little divot there. That is where the brain stem is, which connects the spinal cord to the rest of the brain. As opposed to the rest of the head, especially the forehead/frontal bone, the back of the head is kinda squishy/not well-protected by the skull. This is a magnificent design flaw, because the brain stem controls most involuntary vital functions like breathing and heart rate, which means that a hit to the back of the head could send a character to meet their maker

Throat

Throat strikes can also be life-threatening because, as you might've guessed, it will impact a character's breathing (or, in the worst cases, the neck bones). The larynx is at the top of the throat column, whereas the trachea is at the bottom. Ultimately, the terminology doesn't matter too much, because both are very bad places for your character to be hit. The suprasternal notch, which is the divot between the collarbones, at the very base of the neck, is not a fun place to be hit, but it won't kill your character (Rio, one of my characters, motherfucker unlimited, hits one of his classmates here and nearly gets suspended)

Eyes

Explains itself. A character would probably want to use their thumbs

Ears

There are a couple here. Right behind the ears/corners of the jaw are some particularly nasty soft spots. I used to think it was the eustachian tubes, but I could be wrong, maybe it's actually the lymph nodes, or something else entirely. Either way, I was once hit here with an oven mitt that was tossed at my face, and it brought me to the ground

Also, there's something called a 'thunderclap' which is basically a character clapping their palms over an opponent's ears (less of a cupping/holding motion and more of a simultaneous smack). The sudden change in pressure will rupture their opponent's eardrums, which 1. Hurts like a bitch and 2. Will at least temporarily deafen them

Knees

This one is kinda tricky because some strikes aimed at the knees are okay (kicking out the backs of the knees isn't fun, but it won't ruin a character's year), and some are not. It's not cool to aim at the front and top of the knee, because that's how dislocations happen. Your character ought to stomp, rather than kick - gravity gives some assistance and even if the opponent bends their knee in preparation, it still has a good chance of breaking

Why would a character throw illegal hits?

Because, clearly, they can be pretty devastating. I'm not going to tell you that a character can't throw these kinds of hits during a sparring match, but they really shouldn't, unless you're trying to prove that they are a bitch (like my kid, Rio). That's because friendly/instructional sparring matches are defined by a sense of mutual respect and good sportsmanship - the goal is to improve the skills of one or both parties, not to maim. But, on the other hand, it could be a pretty powerful characterization moment if a character gets worked up and smashes their sparring partner's knee in. Any character who disregards combat etiquette, whether intentionally or impulsively, is bound to build a reputation for themselves both within the narrative and among the fandom

Primarily, however, these underhanded hits are best utilized in a self-defense scenario, especially when your character is otherwise at a steep physical disadvantage (shorter/lighter/weaker/etc.) It's also okay to pull these out during a serious, but more evenly-matched, fight between two characters. Just, again, remember that it's really not nice, and that the victim character would probably be well within their rights to seek revenge at the next available opportunity

#writing #writing advice #fight scene #wip #wip stuff #martial arts #willa mcclain #sorry this is so gross #tw injury #tw death #tw eye horror

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lanceeselhombre · 1 year

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Wheelchair user ! Tighnari Au

⚠️ Spoilers for the Sumeru archon quests. TW for canon major character injury, spinal cord injury ⚠️

It’s so unlikely that Tighnari would have walked away from and fully recovered from a lightning strike as depicted in the archon quest. So for the purposes of this Au, vision holder plot armor has been removed.

• Immediately following the strike, he’s blinded, deafened, and loses consciousness. It isn’t until he comes to that he realizes he was thrown several meters away by a shockwave.

• Everything hurts, but particularly his head, his right ear, and his back. He stays on the ground regaining his bearings until Dehya helps him to his feet. It’s then that he realizes he can’t feel his legs.

• Dehya mentioned that she has seen lightning strike victims, and so has Tighnari. They both know that his immediate symptoms are temporary, and that he just needs to rest for a few hours. This is why he insists he is fine, even as his legs get so weak that he needs to sit as they talk.

• Except even after those hours of rest and most of the symptoms are gone, his head, ear, and back still hurt, and he still wobbles like a newborn deer when he stands. It only takes him a moment of trying to walk it off to realize that his tail is limp.

• That is when he realizes that something is very, very wrong and that he needs to see the bimarstan. Tighnari makes the decision to leave Hypasia where she is, knowing his back might be broken, and that trying to lift her might hurt both of them. He takes Karkata with him too, in case he can’t continue. He’ll send someone to check on her as soon as he gets to the city.

• He makes it to the bimarstan in the middle of the night, collapsed over Karkata and exhausted. Someone is sent for Hypasia and he is rushed to a bed for treatment.

• The next few hours are hazy and he falls asleep at some point. When he wakes up again, several days have passed. His burns and head are wrapped in bandages. A hand flies to his tail to make sure that it is, in fact, still there.

• A doctor tells him that he has a concussion, a blown earn drum, and nerve damage. They couldn’t determine the extent of it with him asleep and with the concussion, so they have to wait until that heals to know the true extent of the damage.

• It’s nearly a month before his concussion is gone. In that time, Cyno, Collei, and traveler have come to visit him. He hasn’t been able to stand at all, otherwise he would have returned home to heal.

• The neurological eval determines that he has no reflexes or sensation at and below his pelvis. Without imaging, they can’t tell what exactly caused the complete spinal cord injury between the lightning strike and his arrival at the bimarstan. Tighnari doesn’t remember what happened either. Either way, the damage is already done.

• Understandably, he is devastated by the news. He already knew that was the case, but it never sunk in until it was confirmed by a doctor. At the same time, he insists that he won’t let it limit him from his research or working with the forest rangers. He can’t.

• The next day, an evaluator comes to fit him for a wheelchair. Tighnari stubbornly advocates for it to be made for an active life in the rain forest, despite the evaluator insisting that he wouldn’t be able to return to his job. In the end, he gets the modifications he asked for, and it will be ready for him to use in a week.

• One of the biggest fights he has with the medical staff is to keep his tail. They all want to amputate it, since it’s ‘useless’ now and a huge risk for injury, but he fights hard. He will not let them take it.

• While he waits for the wheelchair, the doctors teach him how to care for himself long-term: how to get dressed, how to clean himself, how to self-cath and do a bowel program. And, at his request, they also come up with methods for him to do the above without injuring his tail.

• As soon as the wheelchair is ready, he starts learning how to transfer, push himself, do wheelies, all the important tasks for self independence. He isn’t allowed to go home until he can prove he can get around on his own, so he practices and practices all day long.

• He gets discharged several days later and finally, finally gets to go home. Cyno is there to escort him, which is great even though he wants to push himself the whole way. It takes time to build up strength for that, and he was confined to a bed for the greater part of two months.

• While he was gone, Gandharva ville was made as wheelchair accessible as possible. All the ramps and roads have been leveled and cleared of obstacles. Initially, they’re too tiring for him to push up, but with practice he can eventually get up them just fine.

• Some things need to be lowered in his home, but once that is done, his life returns to normal. Collei did a great job of keeping things in order while he was gone, and despite the other rangers’ initial worry, he is still a strong, capable leader and completely independent.

• If he can help it, though, he never wants to go to Sumeru city again. That place is completely inaccessible.

#my headcanons #other content #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #disability headcanon #genshin tighnari #tighnari #wheelchair #op is a wheelchair user #op has nerve damage #spinal scord injury #major character injury

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cljordan-imperium · 1 year

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Hello, there. My name is CJ. I'm a writer of the Fantasy and Dark Fantasy, sometimes Supernatural genre(s) and I love to write about romance, friendship, found family, the evolution of my characters, twists and turns, surprises, damaged characters, lost love, good vs evil. Secret identity, ummm…there are a lot and I don’t want to bore you.

I am both sfw and nsfw, warning on the nsfw ones. I do write fantasy, evil, demons, angels, religion, blood, viscera, evisceration, gore, swearing, slavery, manipulation, ptsd, emotional manipulation, dv, sa, abuse, death, hell, torture, violence, war, fighting, anger, injury, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, so just be aware of that. I do put trigger warnings at the beginning of the chapters that contain those other than: heaven, hell, angels, demons, fantasy, religion, as those are central to the plot of my stories. Tropes you will never find in my writing include: overpowered characters that cannot be hurt, incest, teenagers of any kind, pedophilia.

In my humble opinion, my best work I've posted is the pixie series because it was really a work of love. I spent a lot of time and research on it. The history on it is accurate other than the supernatural parts. There is so much religious canon in it that required research that I’m proud of it. My heart was really in it.

My all-time favorite characters I've made are: Abriella, Deacon, Olly, Anna, Yael, Phaedra, Grae and Adalicia, The Royal Guard. I’m proud that I have been able to carry on Cruz, Talon, and Dez true to their original creators and that they love the characters.

Something I'd love for you to know about my writing that isn't listed in this game is Abriella is over 20 years old. She has evolved a lot in that time. The current story is a continuation of a story that started in 2019 after I pulled her from being an RP character and began writing her story solo. The old stories are posted on Facebook, and I’ve considered posting them here along with the story of an archaeologist who is the daughter of Marie LaVeau that is like a mix of Tomb Raider, Indiana Jones, and The Librarians. All of my characters are my babies. Both Abriella and Mel (the other character) have hundreds of chapters written and I know them as well as I know myself..

Thank you for reading and now I challenge the following people to fill this out: @saltysupercomputer @shipping-through-eternity @late-to-the-fandom @blind-the-winds

@iloveyou-writers @introducing-writeblr

#about me #about my writing #the imperium chronicles #writblr #writing community #writeblr community #writeblr connect

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mythologyfolklore · 5 months

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Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

(A/N: TW: mention of past physical harm, chronic pain and the Six-Eared Macaque being a dick)

Chapter Fourteen: Karmic pain

As happy as Tripitaka was, that his two monkey menaces- disciples got along better now, it also came with a whole new nightmare.

Nothing catastrophic, just … stressful and kind of annoying.

For one, it turned out that Wùhuàn was just as mischievous as Wùkōng.

They also still bickered quite a lot to the point, where Tripitaka couldn't tell, if they were teasing each other or fighting.

For another thing, Wùhuàn still called him a slaphead.

“Will you ever stop calling me that?”, the monk asked in exasperation.

Wùhuàn shrugged: “Sure, when you stop being a slaphead. Besides, that bald head of yours is so slappable!” And emphasised his statement by clapping the top of Tripitaka's head like a drum, making the monk wince.

“Stop that, it hurts!”

“If you can stand seeing Wùkōng in pain, when you use that cursed headband on him, then you can handle a little sting on your skin. I know fully well, that if I had a thing like that, you would use it on me too. But I don't, so you'll have to suck it up and learn to educate through other means than torture. Also, it's just a few light claps on the head. Stop being a whiner.”

The Scripture Pilgrim gasped in offence: “Okay, first of all, I'm not a whiner! I'm complaining!”

“You're a whiner, Master”, Wùkōng dared to pipe up.

To add insult to injury, the other three disciples nodded - including Bái Lóng Mă.

Ouch.

Well, that hit the monk right in the pride he wished he didn't have.

He wasn't supposed to be offended by that. He was supposed to just shrug and smile it off, let it pearl off him like a lotus did with raindrops.

The bitter reminder of his own faults and failure to be a good example as a monk and teacher left a bad taste in his mouth, similar to what he felt, whenever Wùkōng talked about his home.

Tripitaka frowned at the thought, only to be startled back into reality by a gasp and a distressed Wùkōng falling onto his knees.

“I'm sorry, Master! Please forgive me!”, he pleaded. “Please don't say the mantra! I will be good, I swear! I will never say anything negative again! Please, please-”

Huh? But I wasn't angry at Pilgrim? I was … oh. Oh no.

Tripitaka wanted to crouch down and embrace his disciple, but that plan was thwarted by his aching back.

“Stand up, Pilgrim”, he spoke. “I'm not angry at you.”

Wùkōng looked up, blinking. “You … you're not? But … you looked like …”

“I'm not angry at you”, the monk repeated. “Nor will I recite the Tightening Mantra. I was frustrated with myself, nothing more. In fact, I'm the one, who should apologi-aaahhgh!”

“Master?!”

Tripitaka forced a smile. “Don't worry-ngh! It's just … my back …”

He was starting to fear, that Wùhuàn's strike had permanently damaged his spine, because it still incapacitated him as it had two months ago. Actually, the pain seemed to get worse!

Maybe it was karma for all the times he had hurt Wùkōng with the fillet.

“Master, shall I give you a massage?”, offered Zhū Wùnéng.

Enthusiastically, the monk accepted.

His third disciple helped him lie down and began to work his magic hands on him.

After what seemed about an hour, the Pig Demon helped his master put his robe back on, then carefully set him back on his feet.

“Better?”, Wùnéng inquired.

Tripitaka smiled, genuinely this time. “Much better, thank you.”

“You're welcome, Master, but we'll have to see a professional healer about this. I think you have a spinal injury. If we don't get you treatment, the pain will become chronic and you might lose the ability to walk.”

Tripitaka moaned despondently.

Yep. This was definitely karma.

#journey to the west #tripitaka #liu er mihou #sun wukong #bai longma #zhu bajie #sha wujing #tw: abuse mention #tw: trauma

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jigenstits · 2 years

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Ok so tragic HC but

You know how it’s canon that Lupin has basically convinced Jigen that if he ever went “bad” that Jigen had permission to shoot him, like that one thing in think in Red Jacket, where he asks Jigen to kill him to save the lives of any potential victims when he believes he’s becoming a compulsive killer because that’s not who he is?

. . .do you think Jigen keeps that in mind for other situations.

Like outside of Lupin asking him to do that in case he ever goes “mad”, Jigen knows how important thieving is to Lupin and that if Lupin can’t do it, Lupin wouldn’t feel like himself and would be absolutely miserable and Jigen can’t stand to see his best friend miserable.

And as a result, and as much as he hates it, if his best friend in the whole world asked Jigen to kill him if it came down to the situation that it was either Jigen kill him or he spends the rest of his life unable to do the one thing that basically makes his life worth living, that Jigen would actually do it.

what I’m basically getting at is Jigen would probably put Lupin down like a racehorse with a broken leg if Lupin ever broke/injured something that basically ended his carrier in a snap instance. He’d rather his friend die with dignity then live a life he’s not meant to live, he knows that Lupin would be miserable distraught and everything in between if he managed to hurt himself to the point that thieving/ LIVING would be nothing to him but a distant memory

Like Lupin gets hurt often, and Jigen knows that some wounds can be more severe then others, but wounds that definitely worry him the most are wounds that target Lupin’s hips, back/spine and legs because of what they can entail.

Legs worry him less. They can heal but depending on the trauma, you can loose a leg, but prosthetic’s are a thing and Jigen know’s lord knows Lupin is smart enough to tinker with em to make them comfortable enough to act like he never lost a leg

Same with the hips, hip wounds *suck* they take a long time to heal from, and not only that a hip fracture is a serious injury, with complications that can be life-threatening. Not to mention a hip fracture can greatly reduce independence and sometimes even shorten life. About half the people who have a hip fracture aren't able to regain the ability to live independently, so what does that mean for a thief.

But then there’s the ultimate fear factor for Jigen, an injury to Lupin’s back. . .specifically his spine.

Spines are important, they keep you moving, keep you living. Minor fractures of the spine of course can be healed with rest and medication, however, more severe fractures might require surgery to realign the bones. If left untreated or if the injury is severe enough, spinal fractures can lead to permanent spinal cord injury, nerve damage and paralysis and sometimes even death.

But would Jigen ever take that chance?

Would he ever hope that his partners wounds would be minor and that all it would take is a little R&R to recuperate.

or would he always find himself ready at the trigger to spare his friend the pain and heartache and devastation

tw // suicide ? i think? im unsure what to tag this as KJHJGHF

i have a feeling if it ever came down to it, jigen probably wouldnt be able to pull the trigger but thats just my hc for him

he gets these sorts of intrusive thoughts often, and it usually leads to some sort of panic attack (that he of course treats with alcohol)

lupin finds him during one of these attacks and tries to figure out whats wrong, jigen of course brushes it off and says hes not drinking for any reason in particular but lupin knows otherwise

eventually after alot of prodding, he breaks down and tries to explain whats on his mind, but keeps getting choked up. jigen hates crying, especially in front of people, and he can usually keep that under control, but for some reason he just cant seem to stop it this time

lupin sits there though and listens, reassuring him and trying to talk it through with him whenever he falls silent

#//txt #//hcs #//inbx #//scnro #tw sucidal ideation #tw heavy themes #idk what else to tag this as but lmk #jigen #lupin #i kinda ran outta steam at the end there JKHJGHF #gonna try my best to extend on inbox stuff from now on #yknow if im able to extend on em

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raggydraws · 4 years

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Can you tell us about ur bnha ocs?

Sure! I've kind of got a whole class of ocs who are woefully underdeveloped (and some of which need redesigns tbh) but I'll show you ocs who acutally have a character to talk about!

Usagi Raitama || Second Strike

This is my most recent oc, Usagi Raitama! The electric prohero, Second Strike! This ref is more for when Usagi was in their prime, cause in the canon timeline they're like, 45.

They run a small hero agency with their partner Shadowcat (who is also their wife and is owned by @foxerlies) called the Shadowstrike Agency! They're a very compassionate and outgoing hero but they aren't very popular with the hero commission (or in general) cause they're very outspoken about the treatment of villains and vigilantes. They think they should be treated better and that there should be more reformation programs or like, "Hey can we pinpoint why people become villains in the first place and like...help them??" Either way Second Strike and Shadowcat were labeled as "controversial" by the hero commission for thinking people should be treated like people, they take it in stride tho.

They're also a parent! They've got 4 adopted children and 1 biological child, they love all of them dearly~

Their quirk is Ball Lightning! They can generate lightning in sphere shapes and used them as projectiles and used the energy from the electricity to boost their speed and jumping ability! However they aren't completely immune to the shock and can suffer from both exhaustion and mild paralysis the more they use it.

??? || Omen

(Excuse the old art, I need to update them)

Omen is a vigilante who works as costume designer/designer in general. The public mostly refer to Omen as a villian due to the fact that while they do catch petty thieves and other small criminals, they also tend to find work with acutal villains and are rarely seen without one or traveling alone. No one knows who they are and they'd like to keep it that way. They also keep their apartment open for other vigilantes to use as a base/resting area, most also don't know who they are but are grateful for them anyways.

Their is unknown to the public, but many think it has something to do with those horns...

Yumie Kurosaki || Nyx (Tw for spinal injury and kidnapping mention)

(They also need to be updated, aaahhhh)

A former pro hero turn UA staff, Kurosaki used to be an underground hero who specialized in tracking people down, whether it was a villian in hiding, a kidnapping victim or a human trafficking organization. They were forced to retire after a career ending spine injury cause by their "nemesis" (a mad scientist who was obsessed with mutant type quirks) during a rescue. They either become a counselor or just a regular teacher afterwards and are well liked by the students and staff! If they're a teacher they usaully teach upperclassmen, usaully teaching their own techniques for tracking down people or ways to cope with hero life.

Their quirk is Symbiote! It's a mutant type Quirk that manifests as these dark tentacles that act similarly to an immune system, ie attacking things that it deems harmful to its host. Kurosaki and their quirk work independently of each other and that will some times cause problems for both of them. The downsides of the Quirk are Kurosaki's lack of control of the quirk and any injuries done to symbiot/host will also harm the other.

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OMG congrats on 1k followers! love the bingo writing game you came up with.

I would like to request the angstiest angst with the car accident prompt from the hurt/comfort card 🥳

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Car Accident

[tasm!peter x reader]

A/N: I am not a paramedic or a doctor. Don’t take anything I write in here about spinal injuries/car accident trauma seriously lol idk what I’m talking about i’m making shit up as i go

TW: it’s a car accident so there’s serious injuries and mentions of blood and death

“Hey, Pete, there’s some chaos going on in the subway station outside my work. I’m watching from my window. Do you know what’s going on?”

Peter swung through the city with one hand while his other held his phone clutched to his ear, “I’m on my way there now. Heard about it on the scanner. A train derailed. No clue how bad it is or if anyone is hurt but I’m going to find out.”

It was pouring rain and he was having trouble focusing with his soaking wet mask glued to his face. Twice he had almost slammed face first into the side of a building because he wasn’t paying attention. “Baby, I gotta go. I need both hands for this. You’re distracting me. Take a taxi home today. Too wet to walk that far.”

He hung up the phone without saying goodbye or letting her get in another word. It wasn’t his intention to be that blunt or brush her off but he was in a hurry. There was too much rain and his mind was already in fifty different places at once. He knew she was just curious and worried something was wrong but he didn’t need her as an added distraction. Peter turned his focus to the task at hand and swung himself in the direction of the derailed train.

He could see a handful of ambulances outside of the station. The crowd of people were being backed up and placed behind police barriers. As he swung overhead, he could sense her down there. He could always sense her in a crowd. She was the first person his eyes were always drawn to. She was standing on the edge of the street, a little ways from the crowd, in her bright yellow rain jacket. It was the one he bought her for birthday this year. Every time she wore it, she would joke that all she needed was a red balloon and a paper boat to finish the look. The hood was pulled over her head to keep the rain off her and she was about to step into a taxi. It was like she could sense him too because she turned her head just as she was getting inside and her eyes lifted to the sky to lock onto him.

Peter felt his heart lurch with love when she looked his way. Even after all these years, he still got butterflies when he caught her looking at him. He raised his hand to give her a quick wave as he swung overhead. He didn’t have any time to wait for a reply before he turned his attention back to the crowd. By the time he dropped down into the police barrier, she had already gone.

The derailment wasn’t as bad as it could have been. It could have been devastating but, luckily for everyone involved, the worst case of injury was a dislocated shoulder. There were minor cuts and bruises from people falling over but nothing too serious. The train was already slowing to a stop when it went off the tracks. The biggest challenge was getting everyone out and doing crowd control. Peter chose to spend around a half hour helping out before he decided to bail. He only caused more excitement when people saw Spider-Man walking by and would get the crowds all riled up again. He was more of a hindrance than a help at this point. It wasn’t like they needed him to move any train cars out of the way or break open any doors.

He waved goodbye to the cops helping out and jogged up the stairs. The rain was still coming down hard and the sky was dark and overcast. He was already planning on swinging by to pick up some flowers and dinner for his girlfriend. He got the impression he might have offended her earlier on the phone and he wanted to make it right. His mind was elsewhere when he picked up passing chatter from one of the ambulances still waiting at the scene.

“Base to Unit 8. You’re responding to a two vehicle accident. Three victims involved. One confirmed fatal, 73 year old male. Two incapacitating injuries, a 52 year old male, conscious but not alert, and a 27 year old female, unresponsive. Female currently trapped inside car. Need all available units to the scene.”

Peter’s ears perked up at the unresponsive 27 year old female. His stomach dropped and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It was her. He didn’t need to be told. He knew. Just like he knew when there was danger around the corner, he knew they were talking about his girlfriend.

As the ambulance roared to life, lights flashing and sirens wailing, Peter jumped onto the roof. He crouched down low and stuck on while the car carried him straight to the scene of the accident. His mind was reeling. He tuned his hearing to selectively block out the sounds of the vehicle and listen to the paramedics talking inside.

A male and a female were speaking. The man was driving and the woman was reading something from the computer installed to the dash to get more information as it was coming in.

“Alright, it looks like we have a collision between a white van and a taxi. Taxi driver was doa. Unresponsive female was his passenger in the back. The 52 year old male was driving the van. Heavy smell of alcohol on him. He’s just been picked up and is being brought in as we speak.” She read off the text she was receiving to the driver and then paused. “Oh, shit. The van is currently on top of the taxi. That’s why they can’t get her out. They’re calling in the fire department to bring the jaws of life to pry her out now.”

The man driving the ambulance let out a low whistle, “Damn. Terrible timing too. Everyone’s attention is at the derailment. We’re going to be lacking people.”

“Yeah, you better step on it.��

As the car attempted to weave in and out of the city traffic, Peter’s heart started beating faster. She was trapped. They were going too slow. Despite wailing on the horn, cars hardly inched out of the way for them. It was one of the curses of living in the city during rush hour. Add the pouring rain, terrible visibility, and a subway derailment and suddenly no one remembers how to drive. This wasn’t going to work. They weren’t going to make it in time. He had to do something.

Peter leaned over the roof to the passenger window and knocked on the glass. The woman looked over, let out a scream of surprise, but quickly collected herself and rolled down the window.

“Spider-Man, what are yo-”

“Unbuckle your seatbelt, I’m going to pull you out, and bring you to the scene. I can get you there faster. Your friend can keep bringing the ambulance but I need you there now!” His words were panicked and came out slightly slurred from talking too fast.

She tried to shake her head, to reason with him, but there was no reasoning with him now. His girlfriend needed his help and he wasn’t going to show up empty handed. He would bring the paramedic straight to her. He didn’t have time to argue. Peter crawled halfway in the window and unbuckled her seatbelt for her.

“Hey, wait!” The driver kept his eyes on the road, still weaving through traffic, and tried to reach for his partner but Peter swatted his hand away.

“Just drive the fucking ambulance to her! That’s your job! We’ll meet you there. I’m not going to hurt her. I need her. She’ll be safe.” He grabbed the woman by the front of the shirt and pulled her out the open window.

She clung to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he shot them both into the air.

“What’s your name?” He called out to her while he flew as fast as he could towards the accident. He didn’t even need to be told where it was. His body just led him in that direction.

“Uhm,” She tried to catch her breath. He could imagine this was a bit of a shock to her but he didn’t have much time to mull over his decisions. Her hair became soaked to her scalp and she hid her face away from the pelting rain into his neck. “Tiana! Was this really necessary?”

“Listen, Tiana, I’m going to cut to the chase. That 27 year old female trapped in the taxi is the love of my life. I’m going to get her out of that car and you’re going to make sure she lives. Hopefully your partner shows up in time to bring her to the hospital. If not, I’m bringing her there myself, got it? Your job is to make sure she stays stable until I can get her there.” He saw the accident below them and his heart dropped. “Jesus christ,” he whispered under his breath and dropped down.

He landed directly next to the two cars, placing Tiana on her feet. The white van was entirely on the roof of the taxi. The front of the roof had been crushed down completely and Peter could see blood splatters in the broken windshield. An older man with half his head caved in was slumped against the steering wheel. The back part of the roof was crushed as well but not as badly. There was a perfect pocket where she had chosen to sit that held just enough room for a body to be saved from being completely mangled. Already on scene were two cops and a firetruck. The firemen were just getting out of the truck as Peter landed. They all looked surprised to see Tiana show up being carried by Spider-Man but there were more pressing issues to deal with than to ask questions.

Peter ran around to the edge of the taxi and knelt down. Under the collapsed side window, through the shattered glass, he could see a glimpse of his girlfriend. He could only see a part of her but he knew. There was no doubt it was her. The yellow raincoat stuck out against the dark interior. Her hand was covered in blood and lay limp against the seat. He couldn’t see anything above her shoulders from this angle.

He called out her name and watched as her fingers gave a little twitch in response. That was all he needed. She was alive. Peter started to force himself through the small hole in the broken glass window to crawl in to get her when the van above them shifted. The sound of grinding metal on the roof filled his ears.

“Stop! It’s not stable!” One of the officers shouted. “We have to get the van off first before we can extract her. If you move the taxi too much, it might shift the weight, and completely crush her. We have people on their way right now who will help.”

Peter slid back out and shook his head, “I’m not waiting for anyone.”

He climbed up the side of the taxi and, in a grand feat of strength, threw the van off like it weighed nothing. The van flew through the air and came to a rolling stop against the side of a building. Peter didn’t care what it hit. He didn’t even check if there was anyone still inside. He just needed to eliminate all the threats around her.

He ignored the commotion of people behind him. One of the firefighters was trying to say something to him but Peter didn't hear a word of it. They were trying to stop him. They had protocols to follow, ways they had to do stuff, but he didn’t give a shit. He was stronger than all of these men combined into one. He could rip their tools in half with his bare hands. They were nothing compared to him. He would rip this car apart himself if it meant getting her out safely.

And he did.

Not waiting for the jaws of life or the help of anyone, Peter pulled chunks of metal from the taxi and haphazardly tossed them over his shoulder out of the way. He tore off half the roof until there was a big enough hole for him to lower into. Every time someone came close to him to try and restrain him, he would slam his fist into their chest and shove them away. This was his job. He wouldn’t stop until she was in his arms. His eyes focused in on that yellow raincoat until it was all he could see. He just needed to get to it. Once he got to her everything would be okay. Nobody would get in his way.

Peter jumped down through the hole in the roof onto the back seat and crouched down. It was a tight fit but he was in. She was breathing. Soft, quiet breaths. Her eyes were closed. A deep laceration ran into her skull along her hairline and jutted off in a jagged line down beside her left eye. She was covered in blood. He could tell her arm was broken from the way it hung at an unnatural angle. Her hood was still on her head and his eyes filled with tears. She looked so much smaller in here than he remembered. He forced himself to get his shit together. He couldn’t lose it now. He had a job to do.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’m going to get you out. You’re alright. You’ll be okay. I’ve got you.”

He ripped through her seatbelt and she slumped against his chest. He ran a shaky, gloved hand across her face and wrapped his arms around her in a hug to hold her tightly to him. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing anymore. His brain felt fuzzy and his limbs felt numb. All he wanted was to get her out of this car.

“Be careful of her head!” Tiana called from directly outside. She was trying to watch everything through the shattered glass. “Don’t move her around too much. If she’s broken her spine or has a neck injury, you could paralyze her. I don’t think it’s safe to bring her back out through the roof. Can you kick out the door from where you are? If you can get the door open, I’ll help walk you through on how to get her out.”

She seemed to be the only one willing to actually help him right now so he listened. Peter looked over his shoulder, careful not to jostle his girlfriend, and called out, “Move away from the door!”

He shuffled his body around so he could aim his foot directly at the door and gave a hard kick. The chunk of twisted metal flew off the hinges fifty feet into the air and landed with a crash.

Tiana reappeared in the freshly made gap, “Good. I would feel a lot more comfortable taking her out on a spinal board but something tells me you aren’t going to wait for my partner to arrive.”

Peter shook his head, he was starting to panic, he could feel it rising and closing off his throat, “I can’t. I have to get her out. I have to-”

“I know,” she interrupted. Her voice softened so only he could hear, “I know. I understand. It’s okay. We’re going to get her out. Trust me. Can you tell me what your name is?”

Peter took a deep breath to steady his nerves and whispered back, “Peter.”

“Okay, Peter. You’re doing really good so far. Is there enough room to lay her down on the back seat?”

He looked around. The roof had entirely crushed in the other half of the seat. He thanked the fates she had chosen to sit on this side and not the other. “No. We can’t really move very much. It’s too tight in here.”

“That’s okay. I need you to hold her head up in a straight line so her spine is aligned. Don’t let her flop around. Then very, very slowly I want you to back out of the car. If this was anyone else, I would make them wait, but I just watched you throw a van like it was nothing. I trust that you’re strong enough to maneuver the two of you out of the car while keeping her head perfectly steady. Are you ready, Peter? I’m going to keep my hand on your back and help guide you out.”

“Yeah…yeah. I’m ready.” He felt her place her hand on the small of his back and one around his hips for support while he scooted backwards.

Slowly, he pulled the two of them back out of the car. Tiana helped guide him to place his girlfriend on the ground. She ordered him to stay at her head, keeping his hands on either side, and to keep her still while she worked. He watched her while she pulled the stethoscope from around her neck and got to work looking her over.

“What are you doing now?” He asked her.

“A rapid trauma assessment for any life threatening injuries. Was she conscious or say anything while you were in there?”

Peter chewed on his bottom lip. He wished he could take his mask so he could see better. The wet fabric wasn’t helping him breathe any easier. “No. She was passed out. Her fingers moved when I called her name though. That was it.” In the distance he could finally hear the sound of the ambulance as it neared closer. “Is she going to be okay?”

Tiana kept her focus on her patient while she answered, “I don’t see any initial signs of internal bleeding. Besides her arm, no bones seem obviously out of place. The worst visible injury is the one to her head. That’s going to need surgery. She’ll need testing to see if her spine has been injured. In the meantime, we air on the side of caution, and treat her as if it is. The doctor’s at the hospital will be able better assess the damage to her head. Serious head trauma is no joke and, from the looks of things, she got hit hard. They’ll run tests on her brain to see if there’s any damage. Right now, her pulse is weak but steady and she’s in stable enough condition to move her into the ambulance once my partner arrives.” She stood up to look around for any other victims of the crash. “Keep your hands on either side of her head. Don’t move her until I say. You’re doing really good, Peter. Keep it up. I’ll be back in a second. I have to make sure no one else needs my help.”

He watched her jog over to the officers to ask a few questions. Peter turned his attention back to his girlfriend. The rain was pooling on her face and washing away the blood. He leaned his body over her face the best he could, without moving his hands from her head, to keep the water off of her. Her lips were parted and bruised. She took tiny, little breaths and he could hear a slight wheeze with each one. He tried not to focus on the fact that he could see a part of her skull where her skin was deeply torn open. As the ambulance finally pulled up, Peter steadied himself. He needed to be strong right now. He couldn’t fall apart.

Aunt May was working tonight. She would be in the trauma center. She would be there when they arrived. She would immediately recognize his girlfriend but not him. Spider-Man was a stranger to her. Peter’s lip trembled. He wanted someone to tell him everything was going to be okay. He pushed away the memories of Gwen. Years ago he had been in such a similar circumstance. He’d already done this once before. He’d already held his girlfriend while she died in his arms. He couldn’t do that again. He couldn’t stand at another dead lover's grave.

“Don’t you die on me,” he whispered down to her. “Don’t you dare die. You fight and you stay alive. You hear me? Stay alive.”

Tiana placed her hand on his shoulders and bent down beside him, “This is my partner, Steve. We’re going to place her onto the spinal board and bring her to the hospital. You’re welcome to ride with us, Spidey.” It wasn’t lost on him that she switched his name now that there were other people present. “Let’s do this quickly to get out of the rain and get her inside.”

Steve placed the board on the ground beside her body. With the help of a few officers, they managed to carefully roll her onto the board and into the car. He got back in the front and started up the sirens. Tiana began hooking her up to machines as they started moving. Peter took a seat off on the side and finally pulled off his mask. He held it tenderly in his hands while he watched on in hollow silence.

Tiana chose not to mention his lack of mask when she glanced back at him, “She’s a strong girl. We got to her in time. I have faith that she’ll be okay. She’s lucky to have someone like you. Not many people would be able to rip apart a car to get to someone they love, no matter how badly they wished they could.”

Peter gave a deep sigh. It was hard to make any words come out. Everything felt numb. He just wanted to get to the hospital. He wanted to see May. He wanted his girlfriend to be okay. He wanted to start over the day and do it differently. Why had he been so rude to her on the phone? She was just worried about what was going on outside her work. All she had wanted was to be reassured that things were okay. She wanted to be told she was safe.

He told her to get in the taxi. He should have told her to wait a little longer at work and they could go home together. Now she was fighting for her life and all he could do was stare silently at her. Incapable of giving her what she needed.

A flurry of beeping erupted in the back of the ambulance. Peter’s head shot up and he stood up in a panic.

Tiana ran to her side, her voice was filled with worry, “She’s crashing! Drive a little faster, Steve!”

The car lurched forward as they sped up. He was forced to helplessly watch while she started doing chest compressions. His eyes scanned over the monitors. He had on idea what they were saying but the noises they were making didn’t sound good.

“What’s happening?” He shouted to her.

She didn’t reply. She was counting her compressions under her breath while she performed CPR.

“How much further to the hospital?” He shouted up to Steve.

“Two minutes!” He shouted back. “I just radioed them. They have a team on standby ready to grab us the second we pull up.”

It was the longest two minutes of his life. He had half a brain cell left to remember to tug his mask back over his head as the doors burst open. He was shoved out of the way as a team of people rushed to lower her out of the back. Peter followed behind them helplessly. There was nothing for him to do. No one for him to save. She was in their hands now. He was useless.

He trailed into the hospital behind them and watched as they took her away from him. He felt his heart disappear with her.

“Oh, poor thing.”

He heard May’s voice from across the room. She had caught sight of the group rushing past. There were too many people surrounding the bed for her to get a good look at who was on it. She wasn’t a part of the team assigned to her. She was in her green scrubs and standing by a desk with a file in her hands. Her eyes followed the group of people as they wheeled his girlfriend away and she placed a hand over her heart.

“I hope they’re alright. I hate when we get car crash victims. Breaks my heart every time.” She smiled at the woman behind the desk and handed her the file.

It took everything in him not to run over to her and beg for her comfort. She didn’t know him. Not like this. But just seeing her here was enough to bring him to his knees and break him down. She was his safe person and the sound of her voice alone could tear down his walls. Peter sank to the floor as the quiet sobs started and he gripped at his head like he was trying to pull at his hair through the wet mask. He couldn’t do this. If she didn’t make it…

He wasn’t strong enough.

May took notice of the suited up hero hiding to the side of the room. She quietly walked over, not wanting to draw attention to him, and bent down in front of him. She placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Did you know the person who just came in?”

Fresh sobs bubbled out of him but he shook his head no. She couldn’t know. Lying to her about not knowing his own girlfriend only twisted the knife already plunged into his heart.

“Were you there on the scene?” She asked. “Did you help bring them in?”

He silently nodded and she gave him a soft smile.

“I don’t know what you saw out there, or how bad it was, but I know it’s always traumatic anytime someone’s life is put in your hands.” May rubbed her hands up his arms. “I’m going on my break now. Why don’t we go sit out of the way for a minute? I know a quiet place.”

Peter let her help him off the ground and lead him to a darker corner behind a curtain. He collapsed into a seat and held his face in his hands as he cried. May wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him against her side. She had comforted him like this so many times before in the past. He wanted to pull off his mask. He wanted to tell her that it was his girlfriend they brought in. That she was in trouble. That he was hurting so badly for her. He wanted her to know everything.

But he couldn’t.

He let her hold him, humming sweet and soothing melodies in his ear, while he broke down. He couldn’t speak because she’d know his voice. He was almost certain she’d recognize the sound of his sobs too. It wasn't like she was unfamiliar with the sounds of his breakdowns. But he held onto the hope that it was too outlandish of an idea for her to even put two and two together.

“I can’t even imagine how hard it is to be a hero like you,” she whispered to him. “You must hold so much weight on your shoulders. No one is meant to do that alone, sweetie. It’s okay to lose it from time to time. I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.” She pressed a quick, motherly kiss to the side of his mask. “Would you like me to go check on the person they brought in? I’ll let you know how they’re doing.”

Peter nodded. He knew the second she went to find out, she would see who it was in the accident. She’d start to panic that Peter had been in the accident too. The very first thing she would do would be to try and call his cell. He couldn’t be here for that. He had to change. He had to get out of this stupid suit. He didn’t want to be Spider-Man. He just wanted to be Peter Parker and be by his girlfriend’s side.

May stood up, “I’ll be right back. You hang in there, honey. I’m sure you did great today. I’m so proud of you.”

Peter put his fingers to his chin and signed “thank you” with his hand. It was the most he could give her for her kindness without speaking.

By the time she turned her back on him to collect the information, he had already slipped out the door and was running back out into the rainy evening.

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the sound of your heartbeat [ brian zvonecek ]

SUMMARY ─ nothing is more relieving that to hear the sound of a loved ones heartbeat // @hauntedmilkshakeghost

PROMPT ─ [ ways to say i love you 79 ] "I never imagined that someone's heartbeat could sound so amazing."

WARNINGS ─ female!reader, tw [ mentions of surgeries ], angst [ mentions of getting shot ] + general fluff [ reassurance, sweetness + kisses ]

AUTHORS NOTE ─ follows the storyline of season 06, episode 14//15 -- if you haven’t watched these episodes, please consider skipping this as it will spoil those episodes for you

you had been in the middle of work -- in the process of walking towards a quarterly meeting when you had gotten the call, not finding it odd that joe was calling your cell; as he did that from time to time and considering the two of you were great friends.

though, the words ‘brian got shot’ had you stopping in your tracks. your coworker had quickly reacted, stating they would inform the group of your sudden departure and ushered you off to go support your fiancé.

you had gotten to med as quickly, and safely as possible, already finding the waiting room packed full of firefighters when you walked through the double doors. you were instantly greeted by joe, who wrapped you up into a tight hug as he explained what had happened while on the call.

“but... he’s gonna be okay, right?” you question, looking between the rest of the group for a possible answer. the silence that follows is almost deafening as tears well in your eyes, and joe wraps an arm around your shoulders, “otis is gonna be just fine... he’s strong and a fighter. we just don’t know anything right now as he’s still in surgery.” he comforts, giving you a soft smile as you nod and wipe away the tears that threaten to fall down your cheeks.

you twist at the silver band wrapped around your finger nervously, quietly hoping for some good news just as a doctor exits the surgery center -- the rest of the firehouse quickly standing to hear the news. “hey, folks. he just got out of surgery. he’s in recovery now.” you sigh in relief, smiling gently as joe pats our shoulder with a smile of his own, “what’s the prognosis?”

“much better than anyone could have expected. the bullet didn’t damage the vertebrae or the spinal cord. it merely grazed the bone, and got stuck here: in the c1 c2 region.” the doctor turns the tablet around to show the x-ray of where the bullet had become lodged, and you grimace slightly considering how close it is to the spinal cord, “what’s that all mean?” herrmann questions from your side, “it means he got lucky, herrmann. we are assessing moment to moment, but we have options we rarely have with an injury like this.”

“can we see him?” you ask, looking at the doctor hopefully before he sighs, “he’s still unconscious, but if you want to see him, one or two guests should be fine.” you are quickly ushered forward, a few gentle nods of encouragement as the firehouse gives you the first visit. you quietly thank them, stepping forward to let the nurse guide you toward the back when you turn back towards the group, “joe? will you come with me?” you ask, waiting only a second as the man nods, “absolutely.”

the moment you step around the corner and into brian’s room, your throat tightens with the on-set of tears. you sniffle, attempting to hold back your tears as your hands slides into his, thumb caressing the back of his hand, “hey, baby. joe and i are here, and... we just want you to know you’re not alone. we’re here for you, everyone is here for you.”

joe utters out some reassuring words -- stating how the whole firehouse is waiting to see him, and how his mom and baba are already on there way from out of town.

you stay as long as you can until the recovery nurse gently ushers the two of you out, promising visiting hours to you the next morning with a gentle smile. you nod, pressing a kiss to his forehead and muttering a soft ‘i love you’ before letting joe guide you out toward the waiting room.

the next morning, joe greets you at the entrance to med and the two of you walk back towards brian’s recovery room. after getting an update on his current status, joe walks into the room while you step around the corner to get two cups of coffee.

“brian!” you call, smiling brightly upon seeing him awake and moving. you drop the cups of coffee to the nearest table before settling over by his side, wincing slightly when he makes a noise of discomfort, “did i hurt you?!” you question as he shakes his head, “no... i’m good.” he smiles, hand already squeezing yours tightly as he chuckles softly.

your spare hand moves up his arm and across his chest. stopping over where his heart rests under his ribcage. feeling the rhythmic beat of his heart steadily working and never once faltering as you smile softly at the man. brian eyes you curiously, silently questioning what you’re doing until you simply smile.

“i never imagined that someone's heartbeat could sound so amazing.” you mutter softly with a watery expression, blinking away the tears building in your eyes as brian’s eyes soften. he gasps softly, working hard to move his hand up towards you cheek, gently brushing away the stray tear the managed to slip down your cheek, “i’m okay, sweetheart. i’m okay.”

“it didn’t seem like it for a bit, but i’m so happy to see you awake.” you smile, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand as your fingers lace between his own. he smiles, groaning when he shifts a little too much and you panic slightly, “are you sure you’re okay?” you question, having already located the call bell to get a nurse if needed, “yes, i’m fine... perfect even. i’ve got... the most beautiful girl by my side, telling me my heartbeat is amazing.” you chuckle, wiping your tears away with the back of your sleeve, “that’s because it is.”

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