#broken task

[lunarw0rks]

wait ong imagine something where the reader is loopy from the medicine she took an accidentally tells tf141 she’s in love with them

backstory; you broke your arm slipping on icy pavement. naturally, your first instinct was to call your long-time close friend, who's now your moral support at the clinic.

you're really putting his bedside manner to the test.

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PRICE

in the midst of stroking your hair, waiting for your eyes to flutter open after getting the cast put on.

“see? all better.” he smiles warmly, watching you examine the chunky cast now setting your arm in place.

of course, sluggishly and with sleepy eyes from whatever they have you doped up on.

after a series of tired questions; how long were you out, how bad is the break, etc… you started to sober up a bit — but still sedated and slurring your words.

his fingers continued stroking your hair, moving strands from your face when you’d twitch too much.

“you’ve always been good to me. a good friend… so good to me, john.” you give a loopy smile, cherishing the feeling of his caress. “i think i’m falling in love with you. how crazy is that?”

even in the worst of states, you get the better of him.

price’s blood runs cold, the caress of his hand stopping momentarily. “oh, sweetheart, you won’t remember this tomorrow.” he shakes the confession off, trying his best to maintain his role of moral support.

you’ve made it hard. very hard.

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SIMON

didn't know how to comfort you with words — but got there as fast as he could when you called him. even though he didn't say much, it was obvious you gave him a scare, and he was relieved to find it was just a patch of ice and not internal bleeding.

promised to get you a milkshake after, so that makes up for it.

and with simon, you've learned that's a big step for him. to make promises, and to nurture and spoil.

he wanted to stay in the waiting room, but since you were in pain and pleaded for him to stay, there wasn't much bickering he could do with you. besides, you were drugged up; what could possibly go wrong? ...right?

sat in the chair beside the exam table, he tapped his foot anxiously while the cast was being put on. he didn't say much, but his focus was mainly on you or what the doctor was doing with your injury.

one of the few perks the horrors he'd seen; a broken arm is nothing to squirm about.

the confession happened when you were about to be discharged. after all the paperwork, simon held all your things for you without question, to prevent any strain on the fresh cast.

you wouldn't get up right away. you needed to say something.

"wait, wait..." you shrugged off his hand when he attempted to help you climb off the bed, glossy eyes staring up at him. "thank you. for everything you've put up with. i'm starting to— to see things differently. with us, si."

years and years of tight friendship. could it even be labeled that anymore?

shifted awkwardly for a few moments, unable to keep eye contact when you were so vulnerable. he wasn't in a place or state to unpack his complex feelings for you. "c'mon, love. lean on me." he motioned, allowing you to stumble against him as he led you out.

even though you didn't get a clear answer, there were a hundred things he wanted to say.

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SOAP

he was with you when it happened. a night of hanging out in front of a movie and enjoying takeout. you stepped out to take out the trash and ended up slipping on the ice and landing all your weight on your arm.

you phoned soap, who was still inside your place — completely oblivious to your injury.

already, it wasn't a good ending to an almost seamless night. you were enjoying his company, still stifling feelings like you had been for so long.

and now, sitting in the hospital bed. a scowl on your face while brandishing a new cast. "do ye want me to sign it?" soap asked, half-joking and half-not. you shook your head, getting chills as he placed a gentle rub on your shoulder.

you dizzily sat up on the exam table, handing him your belongings so he could carry them. "i ruined tonight, didn't i?" you asked, despite having no cause for the question.

soap scoffed and chuckled, knowing it was most likely the heavy sedatives talking. "oh, don't be like tha'. it's not a night out without some broken bones." well, he wasn't wrong. nights with him often ended in accidental bruises.

softly, he let your head rest on his shoulder as he walked you past the waiting area, and out to the veranda, where his car was already waiting.

"johnny..." you muttered against his chest, your words garbled from the medications. "i love you."

shaking his head, he opened the passenger door and helped you inside. hovering over you as he buckled you in, you smelled his cologne — the scent you'd learned to crave. "aye, i'm irresistible. but you're off your face."

he brushed it off with humor, but his expression didn't lie. the feeling in his chest didn't lie.

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GAZ

determined to stay in the room with you while they put the cast on, in case you wanted to hold his hand. even though you wouldn't feel any of it, seeing you in agony on the drive there was enough.

when the nurses finished, leaving you with an inconvenient sling and cast, he did his best to lend you support. "i broke my wrist once, during gymnastics. think you can top that?" gaz spoke to distract you, probably fluffing the details of the embarrassing juvenile memory.

your senses were foggy and sluggish, but you were lucid enough to speak. and the sedatives gave you an inkling of confidence to confess, which you otherwise wouldn't have.

your uninjured hand clutched his, playing with his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze, "i think we should be more than friends. i mean... you're always with me, i'm always with you. it just... makes more sense." you murmured nonchalantly, as if not dropping a major bomb.

his natural reaction was to shake his head and smile, despite a flood of nerves arising at the confession. whether he felt the same or not—and he did—he couldn't admit it like this.

with you, halfway lucid and in a sterile environment. it wasn't right.

gaz did his best to change the subject, sure to try not to bring this up tomorrow, "how about we get out of here first? let me set you up at home and then... we'll go from there."

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[marlinspirkhall]

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[dzthenerd490]

File: Hancock

SCP#: ANF

Code Name: The Drunk Hero

Object Class: Arete

Universe of Origin: Υ-17: "Broken Masquerade"

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-ANF has been contained numerous times and all attempts have led to massive Foundation destruction in Sites and casualties in staff. Instead, when SCP-ANF becomes active and leads to chaos or destruction Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 “Last Hope” is to lead the charge and suppress SCP-ANF enough to make him back off and let the proper authorities or other forces handle what crime is occurring. 

Update 2008 - Unexpectedly, SCP-ANF was rehabilitated by a salesman and as such has not caused any more unnecessary destruction. He is still rather aggressive and tends to use any means necessary to take down criminals without regard to property damage. However, he now understands not to bring unnecessary harm to people around him. As such Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 is to no longer be called on when SCP-ANF becomes active. Instead, they will merely be called as backup should he face a threat too much for him to handle alone. However, SCP-ANF has to this day refused to join any organization and instead remain independent. It is for this reason that despite being labeled Object Class Arete he is under the watch of Mobile Task Force Taurus-5 "Hero Killers".

Description: SCP-ANF is a superhuman class anomaly with the common superpowers of invulnerability, strength, speed, and flight. It seems that SCP-ANF gets his powers from his genetics of a precursor species though which one exactly is unknown. It is believed that SCP-ANF is actually a member or perhaps a Hybrid of a Species of Interest. One that has gone nearly extinct sometime during the 19th Century. The reason for their extinction is their strange nature of being too close to one another weakens them to the point of near death. How this works is not well understood or even known of how it can be possible for two beings of the same species to be actively hazardous to one another. 

SCP-ANF in general is one of the last of his kind with other examples either still in hiding or all dead. It is believed that the isolation is what led to SCP-ANF’s horrible personality and rough actions. SCP-ANF was originally a drunkard that did occasionally take down criminals but mostly did so in the most lackluster and destructive way. This led to the local law enforcement, PENTAGRAM, and even the Global Occult Coalition getting into conflict with SCP-ANF. A majority of the public showed their hatred but little else can be done as SCP-ANF is indestructible on all aspects.

Even Commander Charlie Wells, the strongest member of MTF Alpha-9 can only knock him out, not kill him. Though thankfully it's gotten to the point that SCP-ANF no longer fights with her. She instead only has to show up and though he grunts in annoyance he does back off before causing more destruction. This has lead to the odd relationship where he is no longer considered a threat but more of an annoyance to the public for all the property damage he causes while "saving the day".

SCP-ANF was discovered in 1940 the same time the veil over the anomalous world was starting to suffer the first few tears of exposure. SCP-ANF during those times fought for justice and defeated many monsters and terrorists utilizing anomalous artifacts and paratech. However, as the decades went by, he became an alcoholic and was less and less interested in fighting crime. This resulted in him viewed as less of a hero and more of a useless metahuman who abused his powers. This only worsened his personality possibly due to depression. The Foundation tried to contain him many times, but he always escaped, and his personality only worsened each time. As a result, the O5 Council restricted all future attempts.

Shockingly, in 2008 he did encounter a public relations specialist who helped fix his image and it shockingly worked. SCP-ANF learned compassion again and was able to take down criminals without letting people get harmed anymore. Though he did encounter another member of his kind who just so happened to be his past lover. However, after learning the mortality of their species, he left her as well as Ray Embrey, the man who helped him. 

Originally the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition would use their weakened states to subdue the two anomalous entities. However, due to them both having a connection to Ray Embrey who was the one that rehabilitated SCP-ANF it was decided against. Instead, SCP-ANF was pardoned from all past crimes and would continue to be pardoned unless he goes back to destroying property and making this worse for civilians which he has not done so. Also, the wife of Ray Embrey, the second member of the same species, will not be identified in any Foundation records. Furthermore, since she does not utilize her anomalous abilities in any way she will not be labeled as anomalous in any way so long as she continues to do so.

"Really glad Hancock has been turning things around recently. We actually had coffee the other day and he was surprisingly nice to talk to. He still cracks those jokes like an obnoxious jackass but at least he's not carrying whole bottles of vodka or wine around with him everywhere he goes. Also at least he's not that Prick Homelander. That brat actually tried to ask me out and threw a hissy fit when I said no. But after hitting him a few times he backed off pretty easily. But anyways, I'm just glad Hancock is doing good, though it's kinda sad that unlike the rest of us he didn't get to choose immortality, it was forced on him." - Commander Charlie Wells.

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