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[asxgard]

twice | [2/2]

Dr. Frank Langdon x f!Resident!reader

part one: getaway car

Summary: Sometimes it’s the second time where you get it right.

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Note: I’ve enjoyed Frank and the angst💜thank you for the likes and comment on the last part!!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst, mild smut (MINORS DNI), p in v, foul language, hospital setting, medical inaccuracies

not beta read

You met in a tangle of limbs once you were inside Frank’s apartment. Hot mouths and wandering hands, all the pent up emotions finally boiling over. It felt good, treasuring his lips on yours, your hands tangling in his hair.

It felt exhilarating to be wrapped up in him, for it to not be all in your head. To be wanted by him equally had warmth buzzing in your chest.

He led you into his bedroom, and you pulled at his shirt until it was on the floor. Yours followed with vigor, each of you exploring the new territory of skin. His mouth found yours again and you moved to lay on the bed, pulling him with you.

Frank felt good, all the tension making you feel even the lightest touch like your senses had been dialed to eleven. He paved a way and pleasure burned in his wake. Lips on your hot flushed skin, biting and sucking on the column of your throat while you wrapped your legs around his hips.

Pleasure coiled tightly in your abdomen, winding tighter with each frantic drag of Frank’s hips. To want to rush and savor the feeling had a flurry of thoughts invade your lust driven brain. To ask him to slow down or speed up while you moaned underneath him. He stole the words from your lips, driving forward in slow thrust, that were forceful and rough and had you seeing stars. It was fast and rushed, but the pleasure wound deep.

You cursed when the coil finally snapped, whining out a chant of his name, and Frank claimed every bit of it. His pace picked up and grew sloppy, while he groaned into your shoulder, hips stuttering to a stop.

Wrapping your arms around him to hold him to you, you looked into his eyes, and found something that scared you. Not just desire satiated, but a longing looking for a home.

When Frank pulled out of you, you laid side-by-side, breathing in tandem and trying to catch your breath. You also tried to gather your bearings, think of what you were going to do now that you had given in.

“This was…” Frank swallowed, sitting up. “We shouldn’t have…”

Hurt bloomed somewhere deep in your chest. “They say all the best mistakes happen at least twice.”

He looked back at you, lips twisted into a frown, “I don’t want this to be a mistake.”

You blinked at him, hope creeping back in. “We should slow it all down.”

He gave an agreed nod, “Yeah, take our time. I don’t want to rush anything.”

You thought you definitely had rushed a few things, considering the soreness blooming at the apex of your thighs. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret it.

“What’re you doing on Saturday?” Frank asked after a few beats.

You looked over at him, “Only trying to catch up on chores.”

He smiled softly, “Would you wanna go out?”

“I’d love to.”

—

The first shift back after your night with Frank felt like you were an intern all over again, constantly checking over your shoulder and trying to play it cool. No one on shift could find out, you had decided, not until you were back on stable ground.

No one even knew you had broken up with Andy yet — and you were very interested in not becoming part of the Pitt gossip. You knew that once someone found out you were single again, the betting pool would start.

Taking it slow was the best course of action — you were freshly single after all. Jumping right back into something before catching your breath was not likely to be the wisest course of action. Despite the fact that you knew it was Frank that you wanted.

McKay approached you first, “Still trouble in paradise?”

You hummed, “Paradise of one, and no troubles.”

Her eyebrows raised, “Oh. I’m sorry.”

You offered a half smile, “It was for the best.”

Frank approached with an easy smile, “So, can you help me in South-15? Want your opinion on a patient.”

McKay looked between you two and heat rose to your cheeks.

“What am I, chopped liver?”

Frank looked at her, “Oh, didn’t Robby call you to triage for something?”

Smooth, you thought, trying not to smirk at his flimsy excuse.

McKay’s eyebrows came together, “He did?”

Frank nodded, “He said it was a good teaching moment or whatever.” He gestured for you to follow him.

You smiled apologetically at her before following after Frank.

“That was painful, Langdon,” you sighed, “thought you could be much more subtle than that.”

“I’m the king of subtlety.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Right, of course, your majesty. I’m sure McKay thought that was perfectly normal.”

“Robby did need her in triage.” Frank supplied with a shrug.

“We’re gonna have to be more careful. I don’t want to be tangled up in gossip.”

Frank gave a sharp nod, “Right.”

“Anyways, the patient?”

—

If anyone — namely McKay — had caught on, they had been very discreet about it. You tried your best to answer questions without looking dodgy, and said even though you were single now, you were committed to your residency.

Part of you didn’t want to hide anything — you certainly weren’t ashamed of it — but you did fear the judgment. Of how your eyes had wandered while you were with Andy, and how they had wandered to your chief attending of all people. Perhaps there was a bit of shame lingering in your gut for how everything happened.

You should have broken up with Andy months ago, and instead you strung him along hoping something would change without putting in any effort to change it. Or fix the parts you knew were broken. You hadn’t even warned Andy of the fact that you felt something was broken — not that it would have mattered much. Andy never cared to get his hands dirty, or become emotionally vulnerable. It was destined to fail no matter what you did, but you let it suffer longer than it should have.

Frank seemed to feel your hesitation during your first date, tucked away in a corner of a nice Italian restaurant while your eyes kept floating back to the door. Like you wanted to run and hide.

“We can take this as slow as you need to.” He said, offering a reassuring smile.

You smiled despite the tight feeling in your chest. “I just don’t want to ruin it before it truly starts.”

He paused for a long moment, “So I won’t let you. These won’t be dates, just friends hanging out. Until it isn’t.”

The barbed wire curling around your ribs loosened considerably.

“Until it isn’t.” You raised your wine glass and lightly clinked it with his, making it feel more like a promise. A vow.

It calmed your racing mind to think of it as more of a “when” then an “if”. An inevitability.

“Thank you…we should just take it slow, you know? I don’t want you to feel like a rebound.”

“Can’t feel like a rebound if we’re just friends.” He smirked.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “You take all your friends to fancy Italian places?”

He shrugged, “Only the pretty ones.”

“Careful, Frank, that sounds like flirting.” You said, hiding your growing smirk.

“Just playful.”

“I’m calling HR.”

He laughed and all the tension eased. It felt normal. Like nothing had truly changed — it was just Frank and it was just you. While sexual tension lingered, that too, felt normal after living with it for close to a year. You could work with this, give yourself time to mourn the relationship you had left and feel secure enough to start a new one.

—

The shame ebbed away slowly, and your hesitation seemed to go with it. Frank was more than patient with all of it, which felt like more than you deserved — but as he had explained it, he had waited a year for you, and he could wait a little longer. While the shame parted, some anxious thoughts took their place, worried you were beginning to string him along, too.

You were able to wade through the sea of your uncertainties slowly, and the nights out with Frank seemed to make it easier. You both settled back into your friendship, and despite occasional side-eye from McKay or Mohan, everything was going smoothly.

Like usual, most of your coworkers departed from the bar and left you and Frank alone. It never was intended to be the last ones remaining whenever there was a group hang out, but you couldn’t say you were displeased. You couldn’t say you didn’t linger either, hopeful for more alone time with him.

You sipped your drink, hoping it would help your nerves. “So, are you free on Saturday?”

Frank looked over at you and gave a sly smile, “Are you asking me out on a date?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and huffed, “Trying to.”

He grinned, “Yeah, I’m free.”

The tension holding up your shoulders slipped away, “Cool. Good. Yeah.”

Since months had passed from when you had broken up with Andy, you felt no reason to hide what was now blooming. Aside from the professionalism you held yourself to, you allowed yourself to be less concerned with subtlety. Sneaking glances and PG flirting, letting touches linger just a bit longer than you would have.

Everything was settling into place.

You had been the one to ask Frank out, but he came to pick you up, dressed in a navy blue button up and dark grey chinos. It did wonders for his eyes, and you heart nearly skipped a beat.

This time, it felt right. The only nerves in your system were normal for first dates — or the second-first date it actually was.

“Thank you…for waiting.”

He smiled softly at you and grabbed your hand, “You were the right person to wait for. Usually it’s the right person that’s hard to find, so getting the timing right felt a whole lot less complicated.”

It warmed something in your chest.

“Timing is always the hardest thing to get right.” You agreed.

The first time you had become interested in Frank had been the wrong time. Like the saying went, “right person, wrong time”. Your first date had been filled with shame and anxieties over things you couldn’t change.

Sometimes you just needed to try something twice before you got it right.

He kissed you tenderly and you allowed yourself the time to savor it.

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[cosmicraelum]

I got da cookie brainrot.

[almondcroissantsandink]

Mav with a dog, requested by @waistcoat35 ! I felt like he would own an Aussie (a sort of high energy dog that would match him)--that, or a very old, round lab that wandered around the hangar :)

[soy-s4uce]

Jungle Gym

[mimorobo]

Hi, could I see how you'd draw the star sanses ? >:3

Oh boy.... Ok, but ONLY because it's you Aurora ;)

Don't get me wrong these guys are cool!! I just never draw them, it feels a bit weird tbh, they're not even sans at this point? Completely different characters, they're still cool tho!! :D

Also I noticed Dream has a belt with DS on it sometimes?? Like, they need his initials or something?? Dream Sans?? XD also I absolutely love Ink and his oversized paint brush, it's awesome 👍

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[totallynottinsel]

A very chill Bilbo being carried EVERYWHERE - @lilylolipp0ps

he's just a chill guy yk

This one is pretty short unfortunately 😭 more of a headcanon snippet than a fic but here it is!

Update: 100+ NOTES?? hwosydgeudjeuxge what

"Oh, for---ack!" Bilbo's face meant the dirt in an unfortunate tumble over a rock, the third one he'd tripped over that night---mostly because he couldn't bloody see a thing with all the trees blocking what little moon light they had. They had been walking for hours, and he was certainly starting to feel his legs grow weary. "Blasted rocks," He mumbled, spitting out the debris that stuck to his face as he pushed himself upward, dusting off his coat. Suddenly he felt a sting in his knee, and from what he could see and feel, he'd gone and nagged his skin, which was no help at all. He was getting very tired of this.

Pt. 2 here

"Are you alright?" Thorin approached him while the rest of the company scurred around, placing a hand on his shoulder. Bilbo was still getting used to him being so friendly after their time on the carrock---so an immediate 'just get up you fool' or something along those lines from the dwarf was very refreshing.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I... I just fell, again. I think I cut my leg up a bit, but I'm---" He winced as he took a step, his leg almost buckling under the pressure. "Ooh, yes, fine, I've got it." He was in fact not, but he'd just gained Thorin's respect and wasn't about to come off as a burden again.

"You look exhausted, you're not 'fine'." Thorin helped steady him, noticing the heaviness of his eyes. "Come on, we're almost to a place where we can make camp. I'll carry you there."

"Really, I can mana---you'll what?"

"Carry you."

Now that was unexpected. "Are---are you sure? I'm half your size! Not that I don't think you're capable, your very---er," He gestured to the dwarf's upper body. "Well built. But I'll make it, I just have to rest a moment. Why don't you all go ahead,"

"I'm not going to leave you behind." Thorin crossed his arms, clearly not going to budge in his decision. "I won't drop you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Hm, right." Bilbo found that hard to believe, but his knee and his tiredness won over his suspicions fairly quick. "Well, uh... go ahead, I suppose? Or I could---" In that moment he was swept off his feet in a blink, his arms scrambling for purchase over the dwarf's shoulders and around his neck. "A warning would be nice!"

"Comfortable?"

Bilbo nodded, though he really didn't loosen up until a few minutes in when he was certain he wouldn't be meeting the ground again. It felt silly, he hadn't been carried by anyone since he was under ten! But odd as it may seem to the onlookers---mostly Fili and Kili who were giggling up a storm---he had to admit it was nice. Surely better than walking and straining himself further. With each heavy step his eyes drooped down, and eventually he drifted off, teetering his head to rest on Thorin's shoulder, who wasn't opposed to it.

When they reached their designated makeshift camp for the rest of the night, Thorin did his best to lay Bilbo down on the best semi-undisturbed patch of grass he could find, careful not to wake him. Successful in his attempts, he forwent his coat to drape it over him. He was just about to call it a night when he caught a glimpse of Dwalin giving him a funny look that spoke enough for itself. "What?"

"Nothin'. Nothin' at all." The other dwarf shook his head, grinning, then took his leave.

Thorin was sure that wouldn't be the last of it.

When he was certain Thorin was out of range Bilbo peaked over his shoulder, seeming to have convinced the dwarf he genuinely had fallen asleep. Which---that was half true, as he did drift off for a minute, but mostly just enjoyed being cared for by Thorin. Which was a totally normal thing for good friends to do for each other, nothing else to it.

Bilbo clutched the coat closer to him, feeling its used softness and warmth and ever familiar scent that was distinctly its owners. Seconds after he realized what he was doing and smacked a hand to his face; Thorin was just being nice! He was reading too much into it and quite frankly getting a bit too comfortable. He forced himself to close his eyes and try to focus on something else other than... well, Thorin in general. The fact Óin came to his aid to bandage his leg up certainly helped.

When morning came he went onward---though still quite sore---with the dwarf's coat bunched up in his arms in search of him to return it. He was fairly easy to find, off by some tree re-braiding some hair that has gotten knotted. "Er, good morning. I... yours." He pushed the coat towards him. "Thank you, I mean. For last night."

Thorin smiled, taking the coat back. "Of course, I'm here whenever you may need me."

"Oh, well, I might just take you up on that."

"Having me carry you places, or something else?" Thorin quirked a brow his way from behind his curtain of locks.

"Uh, that's... a fantastic question. Actually, I really should be going, lots of... bugs to get out of my shoes!" Bilbo started to back away, scratching behind his neck.

Thorin blinked at him before looking down at his feet, stating the obvious.

"Ah... good morning." Bilbo fled the scene as awkwardly as he possibly could have and just about wanted a tree to fall on top of him so he didn't have to face Thorin Oakenshield's questionable and annoyingly hard to read actions ever again. Much to his delight, they didn't discuss the previous night or after at all, as they had quite a full day running from Azog's reach. Though that did not stop the occasional glances or stares from happening, surely confirming they both hadn't stopped thinking of it.

[dailyfloweys]

Just saw that you take submissions (love ur stuff btw)!!!! Maybe uhhh Frisk getting Flowey that freaking bike from the Alarm Clock Dialogue?? And good luck with the daily art 🫡🫡🫡

such a lovely request + i was obsessed with this idea as soon as i first got my hands on the 2020 alarm clock dialogue... but i must second dizzys complaints. how dare you make me draw a bike /lh

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[formulanni]

Franco Colapinto as the Page of Swords:

The page of swords represents someone embarking on a new idea and a mental adventure. Full of enthusiasm and good cheer, this person is eager to share and discuss their thoughts and plans for what can be.

The Page of Swords is someone who never seems to run out of ideas. They are curious, always asking questions, and gifted with a sharp tongue and quick wit to match. Their aptitude for language also makes them an incredible communicator, and with their love of ideas, you may find them always engaged in some passionate debate.

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[jjuicejunior]

placing blocks with your off hand - incredibly handy and a necessary skill to master for any future champion modeled with: blue bats

yippee! first installment from my MCC AU! slowly making a bunch of visdev and concepts for imagining MCC being played like more of real sci-fi futuristic sport - so first reworking a minecraft mechanic to be more tactile!

[fruitheart]

can I request a afab nb reader x rex angst fluff fic? maybe like one of his explosives go off and injures reader and they lose their memory of who he is 😖

                       ․ ․ ․⸝⸝ I KNOW YOU ꪆৎ

                         REX SPLODE/SLOAN x NB!READER

note ; this was such a cute idea to me HEHE, of course, here you go.. ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ) fyi reader is a super

Everyone told him it wasn’t his fault. They told him it was an accident, that he hadn’t meant to. He’d have never meant to. Rex didn’t need people telling him he would have never meant to do it to know that was the truth. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t evil. Never would he have done what led up to this on purpose.

Words of reassurance and attempted comfort from everyone trying to help him feel better, trying to prevent him from blaming himself any more than he already was fell completely through. He was good at acting unbothered at first though, worried, but unbothered.

It didn’t work, how could it? When he closed his eyes, he could see you. The realization, the complete fear in your eyes, then the small flash of acceptance before the explosion went off. It was his fault the explosion happened to begin with.

When he closed his eyes, he could hear your voice call out to him before the explosion engulfed you, before it consumed you whole. He could see the look on your face right before it happened, you knew he was going to blame himself for it.

Every time he slept, he dreamt of it. Every time he laid in his bed at night and found himself finally drifting off to sleep, he was quickly met with the memory of how everything unfolded.

“Quit being such a hardass!” You scolded him. “Just follow the plan, Rex! Stop being so annoying.”

He should have listened.

He didn’t.

“Quit being such a hardass.” He mocked as you flew off, “What a bitch, they think I’m annoying?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I mean, am I right?” Rex turned towards Kate, trying to get someone to agree with him.

“You should listen to them, Rex.” She glared, “Before you get one of us killed.” Running off before he could argue back with her.

He should have listened.

He didn’t.

Back-and-forth bickering between you two while in the middle of a battle. Maybe if he didn’t argue with you, he would have been paying attention to what he was doing. But that’s not how it happened.

“Damn it, Rex! Now’s not the time!” You called out from afar, busy trying to keep back Komodo Dragon. “Just shut up!” Senses overwhelmed, trying to keep up with arguing back with him amongst all the chaos.

“I’m just saying, you’re always giving me shit! You’re not exactly any better!” He shouted. Hands grasping one of the metal bars attached to his hip, charging it quickly and throwing it past you, creating a small explosion to back off the rest of the Lizard League. The explosion causing your ears to ring.

It was too much, you couldn’t keep up. It wasn’t your fault, Rex should have taken notice. He should have taken the situation seriously. Instead he was too caught up in a game of who can win the argument.

Charging another metal bar strong enough to completely decimate anyone near it, he should have noticed how disoriented you were. He thought you would have seen the explosive being chucked towards you both. He thought you would have moved out of the way in time. You were always quick with it, you were always well coordinated and aware of everything going on, you were always ready.

He should have paid attention.

You noticed the metal bar rolling towards you too late, you didn’t see it until it was already at your feet. Head snapping up at Rex, his face morphed from smug at his earlier retort, to complete horror. His lips parted and his voice screamed out your name.

Your hand reached out towards him as you attempted to move away, mouth opening,

“Rex–!”

The flash of the explosion lit your face before he could see nothing at all but the aftermath. Hands quickly wafting away the smoke as panic had his nerves shot. Ears ringing and eyes wide, he ran as fast as he could, stumbling over chunks of rubble and debris. Throat tight and scratchy as he continued to shout your name, calling out to you.

His brain saved every little detail to torment him. It saved every millisecond of it. It saved the way you looked when he found you. Bloodied and bruised, a nasty gash to your head that oozed blood down your face, patches of your skin reddened and burned. Even your suit was barely intact as most of it had been torn and burned.

Rex felt sick. How could he not? It was enough to make anyone hate themselves, it was enough to make him hate himself.

He replayed it again and again in his head until the thought made him feel like puking. He dreamt it again and again until he’d wake up gasping for air, muscles cramping and body shaking. Rex wouldn’t ever have done anything like that on purpose.

He’d have never hurt you. It didn’t matter how many times the both of you argued. How many times he called you names and how many shouting matches you had.

Weeks went by, weeks of watching you lay still in a hospital bed. In a cold white room with monitors that beeped and showed how your body was holding up.

Cecil told him how it was no surprise you survived, advanced durability, you were always able to take a nasty hit. But the damage inflicted was painful, especially the blow to your head.

It was enough to send you into a coma. They didn’t know what your status would be when you woke up, if you were to ever wake up. It didn’t matter to him, he would have sat next to your bed for the rest of his life if it called for it.

He told himself it was his fault. He didn’t care what anyone else said, he didn’t care about the reassuring remarks and pleas to just give himself a break. It was his fault he had to watch you lay there hooked up to machines. He was good at playing it off like it was no big deal, like he knew you’d come back from it, hiding away the worry.

Rex was a prick, he was a stubborn asshole, but even he couldn’t stop himself from pressing his ear up to your chest and listening to your heartbeat. And when someone walked in, he pretended he wasn’t just holding your hand in his.

He’d wait until others left before fixing your hair, brushing it out from your face and making sure you looked like you were comfortable.

He’d never show that he cared, you’d have teased the absolute living hell out of him for it, but when you looked like this, when the overwhelming guilt made itself known again… Rex caught himself holding the side of your face in the palm of his hand.

If it took living out the rest of his life sleeping in a chair beside you, he’d do so.

─ ୨୧ ─

When he walked in this morning, he was surprised to see a couple of people already standing outside your room. He was usually the first and only one to visit you at the start of the day.

“What the hell is going on here? A party? Move people!” He scoffed, trying to push past Kate and Eve.

“Rex, wait–” Eve reached for him, putting a hand to his shoulder, keeping him from reaching the door as she pulled him away.

Growing annoyed he turned to her, “What the hell, Eve? What?”

“I don't think it's a good idea seeing them right now–”

“Yeah, Eve’s right, Rex.” Mark added in.

“Huh? What is this? Move out the way, Jesus.” Rex shouted, brushing Eve’s hand off as he reached for the door handle, ready to barge in without so much as listening to them. Expecting the worst given how everyone was acting.

Swinging the door open, he was met with… Well, you. You were finally awake. He felt more than relieved, his body almost going weak at the sight of you awake and looking around. To hear your voice as you spoke to Cecil before cutting yourself off at his intrusion, eyes slowly glancing at him up and down.

Cecil turned towards him, before he could spare Rex from what was to come, he was already opening his mouth,

“Holy shit! You're awake! Oh my God, finally!” He beamed, quickly stepping to the side of the bed, grabbing your arms.

“You were out for weeks!” He laughed, “We can finally get you out of here! You don’t know how fuckin’ boring it was staying in here waiting on your ass.” His hands reached to help you out from the bed.

“Rex, I don’t think–”

“Who are you?”

At first it didn’t register what you said, not fully. He looked at you funny, like you were making some kind of bad joke, eyebrow raising and lip twitching into a smirk. Until he realized nobody had the same reaction as him. Looking back at you to watch as genuine confusion stayed on your face. His hands falling to his sides.

“What?” He laughed once more, disbelief, hidden denial.

“It’s… It’s me. Rex, it’s… I’m Rex– I’m,” He stuttered over his words, looking around. From you, to Cecil, to everyone standing outside your room.

“What the fuck is happening?” He didn’t want to face it. Not even when you looked at him wide-eyed and confused. “You know who I am, stop shitting around. I get it! I get it, I should have listened but don’t–”

“Rex.” Cecil spoke, tone stern, warning him to stop speaking. Motioning his head towards the door as he walked out, Rex followed right behind him. He spared you one more glance before closing the door behind him.

“They don’t remember who you are–”

“Bullshit!” Rex shouted, defensive and unwilling to believe it. Unwilling to accept it. “You expect me to believe this? I’ve been putting up with their ass for years!” He shook his head, looking from one person to another, desperate for some sort of support in his words. No one backed him up.

Cecil pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, “They suffered a concussion, they were put into a coma– Rex, they don’t remember a couple of things. Alright? I understand it’s not easy–”

“My ass they don’t remember! You know, this is fucked up, alright? Whatever this game is, it’s fucked! And I’m not playing along.” He huffed, turning and reaching for the handle once more. Eyes peering through the small window in the door, watching as you looked around the room.

You looked so lost; you really didn’t remember. His jaw clenched, trying to keep it together. The look on your face when you caught him staring. You really did have no clue who he was, you didn’t remember him.

“Rex. It was an accident, it’s not your fault.” Eve tried to reassure, pressing a hand to his back. He couldn’t even take his eyes off you to look at her. “I’m sure somewhere deep down, they know who you are, they just can’t remember right now.”

“They’re suffering from memory loss.” Cecil spoke, “Their condition doesn’t seem too bad. They don’t recall who certain people are or the incident but the best we’re hoping for is that it doesn’t get worse and eventually they’re able to recover their memory.”

─ ୨୧ ─

He tried to pretend like it didn’t bother him. Like he was okay with you not remembering him. Not that he was good at pretending the more time went on. Yet he didn’t let it stop him from being right by your side while you were recovering. Rex was insistent on staying right by you, even if he still was being an ass.

He woke up rather early, back aching from sleeping in a chair that was far from comfortable. Letting out a groan, he stretched before settling back down.

Looking over at you, he hadn’t realized he was watching you sleeping peacefully for a bit now until he noticed one of your eyes open and staring right back at him. Earning an embarrassed reaction out of him as he cleared his throat.

You snorted, rubbing your face before sitting up. “How many more times am I going to catch you watching me sleep.” You yawned.

Rex turned away, flustered and slightly annoyed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He rolled his eyes, “...When did you wake up?”

“As soon as you started staring at me.”

“I wasn’t staring.” He sneered.

“Uh huh, sure. You totally weren’t, stranger.”

“Shut up.” He groaned, slumping in his seat.

You rolled your eyes, laying back on your side as you pulled the thin sheet over your head and shielded your eyes from the light. The sound of Rex’s foot tapping against the tiled floor as he bounced his leg filling in the silence for a few minutes.

“I’m not a stranger.” His tone was almost upset. You were quiet for a bit,

“I know you’re not,” This was recurring between the two of you. He didn’t like it when you made those little comments, when you made it apparent you really didn’t remember who he was anymore. It made him feel bad. It made you feel bad. Even if you didn’t exactly remember him, you at least knew he meant something to you before.

From the way he talked about it, day after day in an attempt to help you recover what you lost, you knew you meant something to him too. He was arrogant, sure. Impulsive, full himself and a jerk, but something in you didn’t all too much mind. Like you knew he was capable of more than that.

“Sorry.”

He frowned, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like anything was your fault. Especially when he was the reason you ended up here. If it were anybody else, he probably wouldn't have cared, but you weren't anyone else.

“It's whatever, It’s not like I’m upset or anything.”

You pulled the sheet down a bit, peering at him with an unamused look.

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“Not lying.”

“Are too.”

He leaned in, glaring at you with a pout of his lip. “How is it that you forgot me but you haven’t forgotten how to be so God damn annoying.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “If I’m so annoying then why are you still here.” Sitting up once more as you leaned into him as well, expression smug and teasing. Rex faltered, heat rising to his face before he sat back and looked away from you. Trying to play off the way his face reddened.

In truth, Rex always thought you were really attractive, now he wouldn’t say it to your face, never would he admit it to you or anyone for that matter. It’d just feed your ego, ironically coming from the guy with the biggest ego out of the two of you. But he also refused to admit to it out of embarrassment.

Embarrassed to admit that the sound of your voice and the sight of you were all very attractive to him, comforting even. Back then he was able to ignore it but since the accident, he realized just how much he thought about it. Nearly losing you was enough to shove those feelings in his face and force him to acknowledge it.

It made him sad however, you were still the same, no doubt. From the way you got on his nerves and how he felt towards you, but you no longer knew him like you used to. It felt cruel, like this was his punishment for not listening.

If this was his punishment, then he’d stick through it until the day you do remember him.

The feeling of you pinching his leg pulled him out of his thoughts,

“Ow! What the fuck?! Asshole.”

“You were staring off again, I thought you were having a stroke or something.”

He glared at you, you responded with a sheepish smile and a shrug of your shoulders. He sighed, sulking in his seat, you couldn’t help but feel bad. It felt horrible to not remember anything, but you figured it must have felt worse finding out someone you’ve known for years one day forgot all about you.

“Do you really not remember me?” It wasn’t the first time he’s asked this.

It wasn’t your first time responding, “I don’t.”

Rex looked at you, studying your face before averting his eyes as soon as you looked back at him.

“I really am sorry.”

“It’s not–”

“I am.” You tried not to tear up over it, you tried not to feel horrible for the way his eyes seemed glossy every time he remembered you didn’t know him anymore. Turning your face away, you took a deep breath before continuing,

“I know it’s not my fault or anything but it feels that way you know?” Looking down at your hands playing with the thin sheet of the bed. “I want to remember, I do– but I just, can’t. I’m trying… trying to remember.” Holding your breath to keep yourself from tearing up.

His hands gripped the arms of the chair, itching to reach out and hold you.

“Deep down I know you meant something to me before, everything you tell me feels right. I trust you, and I want to keep trying to remember–”

Rex stood from his seat, arms reaching up to wrap around your body as he held you close to him. Chin rested on your shoulder as one of his hands pressed itself into the back of your head. Tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you tried to ignore the burning sensation before eventually succumbing to it.

“Everything tells me I know you, it’s all I feel.” His hand buried itself in your hair, pressing his face into your neck.

Blinking away the tears in your eyes before he could see them when he pulled away.

He let out a dry laugh, “Talk about being fuckin’ sappy, jeez.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

─ ୨୧ ─

You’d spend a couple more days recovering, well, you had already recovered a bit ago but Cecil was insistent you stay just to make sure you’d be fine. Which you reluctantly agreed to.

Tonight was your final night here however, the thought made you relieved. Having been long tired of the stiff hospital bed and a sheet that made you itchy sometimes, you were happy to finally go back home.

Rex made sure you were comfortable, asking over and over if you needed anything, to which you responded with an exasperated ‘yes’ the more he kept asking, kicking his leg with your foot whenever you could tell he was about to ask again.

He was dead set on staying, even on your last night here. The thought made you giggle to yourself at his “hidden” worry.

You snuggled into the blanket, burying the side of your face into the pillow. Eyes just barely open to be able to still see him. Watching as he watched you. It made you feel warm, trying not to make it obvious you were grinning as you peeked at him. He would have never been like this before.

Oh yes, you remembered. Your memory had finally come back just yesterday, yet you held off on telling him as an ‘I told you so’ for not listening to you.

Watching as he squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable and tired. You rolled your eyes and sighed, sitting up and scooting over in the bed.

“Come here.”

“What?”

You patted the space next to you, “Come here you dumbass, lay down.” He hesitated at first before standing up and scooting next to you, laying on his side, facing you. “God, you’re dumb.”

“Shut up, man.”

Pinching him roughly as your arms slithered to wrap around his neck, face pressed comfortably into his collar. Rex freezed up for a moment, until he eventually found his arms wrapping around your back, pressing you into him as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You giggled to yourself, “You never would have done this before.”

He rolled his eyes, “You don’t even know that! I could have been a total sweetheart back then.”

Bursting into laughter, you held onto him tighter, “Yeah I do, total sweetheart my ass.”

“How? You don’t remember anything–”

You stayed silent, grinning against him as your legs entwined with his.

“Right? You still… don’t remember, right?” He asked, heart thumping against his ribcage. The sound of it comforting, making you giddy. Pulling your face away from him to look up at him, giving him a teasing smirk.

“Oh, you are… such a fucking dick.” He groaned, unable to hide the way his face softened. His hand made its way into your hair as he pressed you back into him. Relief washing over him as he realized you were finally back, really back. As he realized you finally remembered him.

Arms tightening around his neck, you pressed a soft peck to his cheek, noting the way one hand grasped onto your waist and wrapped around you tighter.

“You deserved it. Don’t blow me up next time, jackass.”

“I get it! Trust me, I won’t be doing that again any time soon.” He grumbled, pouting his lip.

Shrugging your shoulders, “I forgive you… obviously.”

Letting out a soft exhale through your nose, you listened intently to the way his heart slowed into a relaxed beat. Closing your eyes and slowly falling asleep in his embrace.

“...I–”

“I love you too, Rex.”

[katlyntheartist]

For the art request, maybe you could draw Mr. L? I'm really curious to see what he would look like in your style!

[wacktroid]

I HAVE AN ART REQUEST!!! Samus glaring at Ridley in the distance while he’s just doin his own thing and not noticing her pls! (Also if you can add him drinking an Icee that’d be great thanks! Also hi big fan!)

ridley watch out...🥀🥀

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ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ↳ anonymous asked: HUSK and ALASTOR or angel and valentino?

[dclovesdanny]

Hii! I'm the one who asked about the dead serious soulmate AU prompt and I was talking about your latest posts of it where the ending is that jazz gave Damian a notebook(Danny's) to Damian which was filled with Robin pictures and notes, and yeah. Anyways, I looked through your dead serious prompts and saw this one prompt but it doesn't have a continuation, at least as far as I know.

https://www.tumblr.com/dclovesdanny/744946841060294656/dc-x-dp-prompt-dead-serious-prompt-14-damian-and?source=share

Really love the concept of it as well as this one!

https://www.tumblr.com/dclovesdanny/743789718574120960/this-would-work-so-well-with-any-dcxdp-ship-but-i?source=share

Anyways! Hope you post more dead serious ship prompts and other ships as well, I really like your posts!!

Thank you so much for the compliments! I’m going to expand more on the second one, even though some other people expanded on it, mostly focusing on time travel and how it would affect it.(I would recommend reading those reblogs, they are amazing!)

This is probably going to be part one of my first connected series. What should I call it?

Damian’s first fact from his soulmate appeared during his first few weeks with his father. Damian had awoken with the words on his arm, and immediately taken stock of what he could deduce from the messy handwriting.

I love the stars

The first thing he learned was that his soulmate was born on February 11th late at night or 12th early in the morning, and was currently ten years old. His soulmate had to have been born early in the morning, and next year he would have to stay awake all night to determine exactly when his soulmate was born.

Secondly, his soulmate’s first language is English. That pointed towards his soulmate being born in the United States, Australia, or England. Of course, his soulmate could be raised by immigrant parents, but that is less likely.

Third, his soulmate had messy but readable handwriting, indicating his soulmate was learned at the least, and further pointing towards the states, as it was required for American children to go to school.

Fourth, his soulmate loves the stars. He would have to have Father fund the Gotham Observatory, and research more about light pollution. Perhaps he could even take his soulmate to Nanda Parbat, where the stars are not affected by light pollution.

He could hear his father’s voice downstairs, and his father’s band of strays were starting to wake. He had spent almost an hour focusing on his soulmate without even realizing it. He gets out of bed, and after a moment of hesitation, he covers the fact before going downstairs. While he would never be ashamed of his soulmate and fight anyone who dared to breathe otherwise, he wanted to keep his soulmate to himself, if only for awhile.

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Danny woke up in an instant, for once waking without his alarm or his sister doing it. The minute he remembered the date, he yanked his sleeve aside to stare down at his soulmate’s fact. He really hoped he was the younger one. He stared down in confusion

أنا نباتي

After almost 15 minutes of googling frantically, he finally figured out that his soulmate’s fact translated to I’m a vegetarian. He also learned his soulmate’s first language was Arabic. Wait, did his soulmate even know English? Damn, if they didn’t this would suck.

Resolving to try and learn some phrases in Arabic, he looked at the clock and swore. It was almost time for him to leave for school, and he could hear his sister coming towards his room. He quickly changed into a NASA shirt and pants and grabbed his things. He couldn’t wait to tell Tucker!

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