#become a nurse. He knows his way around med kits

[twpsyn-who]

You guys know my deeply rotted hate for Harringroveson, BUT this won't leave my mind and I need to share before I. Lose. It.

Soulmates AU where you feel each other's pain/share the same wounds (the idea is "you get hurt and your soulmate takes care of your wounds, then they heal on your body too" or something along the lines). Steve got used to the pain coming from his soulmate, burning under his skin. It was daily, but got better when he got into middle school. Billy got comfort in knowing that his soulmate was going through the same pain as him, twisted as it was (but it stooped when he got in middle school, instead his soulmate trying to heal Billy's own pain and he didn't knew what to do with that besides hurting more and more and more). And Eddie has been suffering for most of his childhood, until he moved with his uncle and swore to himself to help his soulmate heal and never get hurt again/add more to the pain that was already there.

Now imagine the fighting scene between Steve and Billy only... Billy feels pain in the same place he punched Steve. With every punch and kick he feels the same pain as Steve must feel at the moment.

Is not that what stops him from hitting Steve, though. Is the fact that someone was taking care of their wounds while they were fighting.

[mins-fins]

the cure

&&. mark shows up to your place bleeding red, and red is your least favorite color.

pairing: mark lee x gn!reader

genre: fluff, spiderman!mark & student nurse!reader

warnings: descriptions of injuries, blood, and violence

word count: 1.3k

notes: this was supposed to come out yesterday but i had the worst migraine and literally ended up passing out 😆 its okay though the grind never stops!! this little bit (spiderman + med student) was originally supposed to be longer and it might still be longer form i just cant begin that right now 😓 okay everyone have a good day and dont get a migraine like isa

mark, for some reason, feels guilty.

his guilt manifests in the blood that trickles down his side, the cut digs into his heart, rips it out, and stomps on it. the figurative scars hurt more than the literal one, and though the pain is excruciating, he feels much more disappointed than anything.

jeez that guy did him bad, he didn't know pocket knives could do that much damage, he was just trying to go about his night on that skyscraper, but of course, something had to happen.

since when do robbers carry knives? he probably won't be able to get over that for a while.

but mark doesn't allow for himself to stumble, he doesn't need for things to become worse. though he would usually just go home and try to deal with the cuts himself, he instead brings himself to another apartment, sitting outside on the balcony of a familiar room.

he peaks over, pressing his face against the window. he raises his fist and softly knocks on the glass, alerting the person inside of his presence. you turn around upon hearing the noise, a muted gasp escaping your lips as you rush towards the window to open it.

"mark? oh my god are you— jesus".

mark simply gives a dorky smile, no teeth, and you usher him in, supporting him as he slumps down the moment he enters your room. "is this a bad time?" he manages to ask, biting back his wince as he feels your finger lightly grace the wound on his hip, the blood smearing onto your hand.

"no, it's just.." you pause, collecting yourself as you stare at the crimson belonging to mark. "i'll be right back" you rush towards the bathroom, and mark watches each of you movements.

after washing your hands, you return with a first aid kit and warm wet cloth, mark immediately smiles once he hears your footsteps. "alright, let's bandage you up now" you whisper, again kneeling to mark's level as you examine the cut.

there's a slit in mark's suit where the cut resides, a nauseating gash that makes even you, a nurse in training, grimace. you tilt your head to the side, lips pursued as you focus on bandaging mark up, not wanting for it to get infected.

mark closes his eyes in exhaustion, holding back his winces as you press the wet cloth to his damaged skin, dabbing away the blood. the pain is evident on his face, his expressions much too obvious to be feigned. "hurts huh?"

your boyfriend hums, opening one of his eyes. "yeah" he can't help the frown that graces his lips, a frown you pick up on.

"this isn't the first time right?" you know, of course you know, you can read mark like he's your favorite work of literature. mark never understands how you do it, but he also decides never to question it.

"no" his tongue runs over his teeth, somehow feeling disappointed. he lightly shifts in his position when he feels you apply ointment to the cut, finally allowing that well needed wince to leave his lips. "i didn't mean to hide all my wounds from you i just.. i didn't want you to worry".

you offer a small chuckle. "i worry about you either way, baby".

the petname makes the heat on his face amplify, and he looks down at the floor. "and you don't like red.."

you blink. "what?"

mark begins picking at his nails, embarrassed. "you don't like red, i didn't want to constantly show up all cut and busted up, i just wanted to save you the worry".

your gaze softens, but mark avoids your eyes anyway, somewhat ashamed of the words he just muttered.

knowing your boyfriend is spiderman hasn't really assured any of your worries. before, it was just anxiety about how much work he was putting himself through, and now it was anxiety about literally everything. he could show up on your doorstep or windowsill with wounds all over him, terribly injured, and he'd just.. smile. how could you not worry?

"you don't have to save me anything, i'm here to make sure you're okay" you say, frowning at the whole display before you. "so.. how do i take this off?"

"wow, trying to undress me already?"

you playfully hit mark's shoulder, and he giggles at your resulting expression. still, he points you to the zipper on his suit, and you begin unzipping the spandex so you can reveal his other scars much easier. mark isn't focusing on that, though, he's instead focused on the rip in his very own suit. "fucker put a tear in it".

you let out an amused snicker, but mark's frown doesn't falter. "is that really all you care about?"

your boyfriend shrugs. "well i do care about it, i spent so much time sewing it.."

realizing he was genuinely upset about it, your smile falls, pointer finger trailing down his neck, feeling all of the scars from previous battles. "i'll help you sew it back, okay?" you use your free hand to tilt his chin towards you, and the smile you offer makes him smile.

"you're so gentle" mark lets his head slowly fall onto your shoulder, humming in solace at the feeling of warmth surrounding him. "i should've come to you sooner".

"well you can come to me now" you respond, voice laced with nothing but adoration. "think i can do a better job at patching you up than what you've been doing for all this time.."

you use your free hand to cup mark's face, squishing his cheeks. you chuckle at the display, completely enamored by the sight before you. "i'll take care of you now, you always know where to find me".

mark doesn't respond, worn out from literally everything, but his smile says it all. he again leans against you, and you can feel his heart beating. the sweetness of his smile contrasts the red that still stain his skin, but he no longer minds. "you're too nice to me".

"that's my job".

mark opens his eyes, staring at you for a moment, silent. then, he sits up and places his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

you yelp at the sudden change of mood, but you snicker, and mark feels your smile against his lips. your back just lightly hits your bed, legs coming up as mark's hand holds your jaw, gently keeping you in place as his presses become much more frenzied.

there's a slight whine that comes from you, and mark retreats for air a small while after, hands still holding onto your jaw, his finger beginning to caress your skin. "sorry.." he mutters, his head falling onto your chest.

you let out a silent laugh. "for what?"

mark's arms come to wrap around you, leaving you trapped in your place. "worrying you, it was just—"

you press your pointer finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up. "you don't have to explain it anymore, babe, you're okay, and that's all that matters to me".

if mark's cheeks dust red, he again tries to hide that fact by hiding his face from you. "love you".

the words are small, nothing but a whisper in your expanse of a room, but you hear them loud and clear. his arms circled around your waist leave you with a feeling of warmth, easement that just brightens your night a little bit more.

"i love you too, but you can't fall asleep on me like this".

mark almost lets out a whine, but he just frowns. "at least let me change you into something comfortable, and finish cleaning that other cut".

and though mark doesn't want to let you go, he also can't help but smile at the words.

your favorite color isn't red, it's your least, but when mark bleeds red, that all becomes unnecessary.

you'll be here to patch up all of his red, you're sure of it.

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

My saviour

Word count: 4.0K

Warnings: dark themes: abusive relationship, pregnancy. Hurt/comfort

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

———

You had no idea how you managed to run away. Literally you had no idea. All you knew was that you had finally managed to run away from your abusive boyfriend, after he kept you locked in his apartment for days beating you up continuously and taking advantage of you whenever he wanted, almost as if you were an object, his little lab rat to play with.

With you being an rising actress, this thing in your relationship had to stay hidden. You didn’t have huge roles, you weren’t famous all you had were one liners in movies that didn’t have that much of a success, even if they were movies with actors from A24. Pretty damn good actors, at that. But well, the make up artists always did a good job covering up the bruises.

The thing is, now you were homeless, and you had no one, you didn’t have anyone that could help you in this fucked up situation. You didn’t have that much experience to become known at least in your city, and to get some help. Currently it was a bit after 1 am and you were walking around the street of a creepy Los Angeles, you were limping for how much he beat you up, your lip was busted and you had a black eye and a nosebleed. You just wanted to find some place to sleep, and you’d figure out what to do in the morning.

However you never found it because you were stopped, when a car pulled over next to you. You heard someone getting out of it but you kept walking on the street. “Hey, do you need help?” You heard a sweet voice speak behind you. You had your hood over your head trying to cover your face and bruises… the dark of the night helped way more. You tried to ignore the girl as you kept ignoring her, until she moved in front of you. “Hey… are you okay?” Just then did you see who she was. Jenna fucking Ortega, the girl playing Wednesday in that new famous series. However at the moment you had no interest in the matter. You briefly looked at her, soon averting her eyes but god did she look at you.

“I know you. You’re from A24 right?” What in the world, how did Jenna Ortega know who you were? “Uh… yeah” you said, your voice shaking from how weak and in pain you were. “You were with that guy who played the lead in the movie you were in” she said and you didn’t have the time to nod, because she spoke again. “Did he do this to you?” You nodded again and looked down. “Come with me” she said and took you by the wrist, making you flinch because you were in pain and dragging you to her car. “Where are we going?” You asked her, your voice low and soft. “I’m taking you to my place, my mom’s a nurse. I hate this stuff, I hate domestic abuse and if there’s some way I can help someone, I will, gladly”. You smiled softly at her words, now you saw why everyone liked her. She was sweet, she fights for the right causes and god isn’t she beautiful.

It wasn’t long until the two of you arrived at her place, the big-looking house had lights on and off, and her mother was already waiting for us at the front porch, a sign that Jenna had already texted her mother about your arrival. It took you some time to walk there, and when you were at the front door, Jenna’s mother came to you. “Oh dear,” she said, raising her hand to caress your cheek. You flinched at first, which caused Natalie to move her hand away but then you leaned in for the touch, a gesture that made the woman smile sadly. “Come inside, let me help patch you up” she said and brought you inside the house, everyone was pretty asleep, the only ones awake in the house were Jenna and her mother. “Sit down, I’m gonna take my med kit. Jen can you make her something warm?” The young girl immediately sprinted towards the kitchen, and you were left alone in the living room for a brief moment before Natalie came back with whatever she needed.

The woman kneeled down in front of you and started taking a cloth as she dampened it in water and disinfectant, gently moving your head with her hand. “He messed you up real good huh?” You nodded and she placed the cloth on your busted lip, it did sting a while but then it turned into pleasure. Jenna walked over and placed a cup of tea on the table next to where you were sitting “thank you” you said quietly. “Do you know who did this to her?” Natalie said and Jenna nodded, you could see she was pretty upset, I mean, who wouldn’t be? “Yeah I know who he is. I swear I’m gonna make sure he looses his job” “you didn’t reply in the matter, not wanting to bring up some unwanted memory and you just zoned out, letting them talk until they were finished.

“(Y/N)” Jenna called, but you were too busy trying to think of something else, not wanting to focus on your now ex and what he did to you. “(Y/N)” she called once again, moving her hand in front of your face, but you weren’t budging. “(Y/N)!” She called again, this time raising her voice and putting a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance state. “Huh?” You said and looked at Jenna. The girl looked at her mother with a look that you considered “worried”.

“You’re bleeding” she said again, and you looked at yourself, your pants were soaked in blood and it wasn’t stopping. You didn’t know how to react, you weren’t scared, you weren’t worried, you were just confused but before you could realize it you were in the family car being taken to the hospital. It didn’t take long for you to be admitted, with Natalie being a nurse in that same hospital, now you sort of had privileges. You weren’t in pain, you were actually pretty calm but just to be sure, a nurse decided it would be a good idea to give you an ultrasound.

“You almost lost your baby, honey. It’s good that now you’re safe” the nurse said, and you furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, confused as hell. Baby? “Baby?” You said it out loud too, not believing what you had just heard. You weren’t pregnant. No, it couldn’t be… but when was the last time you had your period? You didn’t notice. “(Y/N), you didn’t know you were pregnant?” The nurse asked you, and you shook you head in shock not believing what you were hearing. “H-how… how far along am I?” The nurse looked at you with a sad smile, checking once again. “Judging on the size of the fetus I’d say that you’re entering the second trimester”

Fuck.

“T-that means that I ca- I can’t abort anymore. Right?” You were panicking. “I’m afraid that can’t be possible darling” Yep, you were definitely panicking. You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t deal with a baby. Not yet, not now. But on the other hand. You didn’t have any choice, did you? “Can we- can we leave? Please?” You looked both at Jenna and her mother, their eyes softening as they helped you off the bed and out of the hospital.

But when you got into the car, it hit you. “I can’t stay with you” you said, making the two women look at you. “I appreciate your help but with a baby-“ you shook your head. “It’s too much… I can’t ask you that” you said and you looked at Jenna the girl was looking at you with sad eyes, the look in them telling you a thousand things, yet you couldn’t even understand any of them. “Listen to me, dear” Natalie said, waiting for you to look at her and when you did, looking at her through the rearview mirror she began talking. “You have nowhere, no one to be with. We’re here to help, I’m a nurse, we have space in the house… trust me you won’t be a bother, okay? We want you and your baby to be okay and you certainly can’t go back to him. We’ll make sure he gets what he deserves”

———

You had to admit you didn’t expect all that support from Jenna and her family, you didn’t know them after all. But being with them, you learned a lot. You learned that your Ex was also Jenna’s ex and that he covered up a lot of bad things he did such as drug addiction and articles about him, just because he wanted to keep his reputation up high. So once you recovered fully, you and Jenna started working together on getting him arrested, you had a lot of evidence and so did she, so it was gonna be really easy.

Of course this brought the two of you to get incredibly closer, to the point where you’d watch movies together in the same room and fall asleep in the same bed, though with you always trying to keep some distance. You hated physical contact, and while Jenna loved it she always made sure to respect you and your spaces, knowing that you were scared of it, now it nearly burned you. You just couldn’t handle it and you were lucky that Jenna respected it.

The change in that came one day, when you had to go for the ultrasound to find out the gender. With Jenna’s help you learned to see the good sides of this pregnancy, you didn’t think of him anymore, you had started living out your life normally, you started booking roles, and Jenna’s manager was a huge help in that. Back to the ultrasound, you were now waiting for your turn, leg bouncing up and down and a hand on your baby bump. You had started feeling kicks recently, and this is one of those moments. “Is the baby kicking?” Jenna asked, seeing as you were gently caressing the bump. She had been coming with you to every doctor’s appointment and you were grateful to her for that. “Yeah… it feels weird” to said and looked at her. “Can I… can I feel it?” She asked.

Her question made you hesitate, you hated physical contact. Not because you didn’t like it, more because you were scared of it but she’s helped you so much, surely you could trust her… right? “Y-yeah” you said kind of nervously, you removed your hand and waited for her to place her own on your bump. Her touch was ever so delicate, her hand was so warm and soft and gentle, you had never felt this calm when someone was touching you. The baby kicked twice, right where her hand was and you saw a huge smile appear on her face and you had to be honest, it calmed you. Your eyes met for a couple seconds, god the feeling of safety she gave you. You were about to speak when the doctor came out.

“Miss (L/N)?” She called, and both you and Jenna recomposed before getting up and into the room, you laid on the bed and lifted your shirt. The cold gel was kind of soothing as you you looked at the monitor. “There it is” the doctor said smiling, turning the monitor for you to see. You could see the head and you could make out the arms and the little legs. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat while I figure out if you’re having a boy or a girl?” She asked and you looked at Jenna, before looking back at the monitor and nodding quickly “yes, yes please” the doctor nodded and turned on the audio, a fast heartbeat could be heard and you couldn’t help but smile “oh…” you teared up, looking at the monitor at the little baby moving its hands, while you had subconsciously took a hold of Jenna’s hand.

“Looks like you’re having a little girl!”

———

From that day on, you only grew closer with Jenna. You allowed her into your personal space and she treated you like a feather. Even when you cuddled, she always made sure you were comfortable with her, but how could you not be? She treated you like a princess. Her family treated you like their own, her mother always made sure you were taking your vitamins, giving you tips on how to do stuff the more your bump grew. Her sisters talked with you as if you were family, you enjoyed that, you loved that.

On this particular morning you had woken up with her by your side. The last thing you remembered from last night was watching a movie together, apparently you both fell asleep and didn’t notice. A few months ago you would have freaked out if someone was in your bed but now, not anymore. You looked at Jenna, scanned her face. God was she even more beautiful in the morning. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, mouth slightly ajar and the beautiful freckles sprawled on her nose and cheeks. You didn’t think you could have a crush on women but, here you were. You didn’t even notice when you moved a strand of hair off her face and behind her ear, letting your hand linger more than necessary on her cheek.

And that’s when she woke up. She stared at you with a small smile, blushing. And that’s when you realized. “Shit- I’m sorry” you said and immediately pulled your hand away, blushing and looking away as well. “No, don’t be sorry… I was enjoying it” she said softly as to not startle you “really?” You asked her, almost in a whisper as you looked at her in the eyes, she nodded softly and for a brief second you could swear you saw her looking at your lips. You nodded as well and placed your band back on her cheek. “You’re so pretty…” you whispered as you caressed her cheek. You blushed immediately after saying this and she blushed as well, the two of you giggling for a while, before going back to look at each other.

“Can I… kiss you?” She asked. No one was ever gentle enough to ask you to kiss you. No, people just assumed it was okay to do so without your consent. “Yeah…” you whispered and sheepishly nodded, you watched a smile appear on Jenna’s face before she leaned in to place the softest kiss on your lips, her lips were as soft as silk and god wasn’t she addicting. You felt as if your heart was going to explode in your chest, you were so happy right now. She was so careful, so gentle, and you felt so at peace around her. Unfortunately it was a short lived kiss, and she soon pulled back, however staying a few inches away from your face. She smiled softly and you did so too.

“I really like you, (Y/N)” she whispered, if you were smiling bright earlier, now your smile reached your ears and you pulled her down for one more kiss. She moved so she was slightly leaning over you and you could lay comfortably, while her hand gently found its place on your stomach, precisely on your baby bump. You sighed contently at the contact and placed your free hand on top of hers.

From that moment on, the two of you were a couple, and when you officially told her family, they already knew. They could sense the tension between the two of you and knew that sooner or later, you were going to end up together. You were never in a relationship this healthy and god was it good to live it. She talked about your daughter like her own, and it wasn’t rare that she’d talk to your bump, especially during your latest stages of pregnancy.

This was one of those days.

You were laying comfortably on your bed, and you had some back ache so Jenna made sure you had enough pillows around you, so you weren’t in any pain. She was laying next to you, a hand on your bump like always, tracing shapes on it and watching the baby’s reaction, which would be small kicks, but you were grunting because of your back ache so she decided to distract you a bit and she moved so she was facing your bump, hand still tracing shapes.

“Hello little one” she said in a cute voice, drawing your attention as you looked at her. “You know, your mama’s in a lot of pain and she really really wants to meet you… and so do I” she said and watched you giggle “I’m going to spoil you so much babygirl. I will buy you cute dresses, take you on sets and show you off to my friends… maybe we can take you to red carpets too! Your mama’s going to be with me anyway, right mama?” She asked you and you nodded happily, still smiling like an idiot and she placed kisses on your bump, where the baby was kicking, before coming up to kiss you very softly, like she always did.

“I love you” she said, for the first time since the two of you were officially a couple. You looked at her with heart eyes and a small smile before replying. “Really?” You asked her, only to watch her smile brighter. “Yes, I love you (Y/N)” she said and leaned down for another kiss, which you happily reciprocated “I love you too” you whispered.

It wasn’t too long after that you went into labor. You had agreed on doing a home birth, so that Jenna would nor be seen in public and followed by paparazzi, and well at least you had some peace. You hated hospitals anyways, so when they asked you this you happily agreed. Natalie was a nurse, and her best friend at the hospital was an OB so it was perfect for the occasion. You had medical attentions and all of that, so you and your babygirl were safe.

You had been having contractions the whole night and you couldn’t sleep. You had found a comfortable position on the bed, laying on your left side while Jenna was spooning you, hand on your bump while she sang to you trying to get you to feel better. Her mother was there, keeping track of your contractions and how close they were with one another. You weren’t much dilated yet, so with Jenna’s help you walked a bit around the house, some times stopping when you got the contractions. It took about 8 hours for you to get fully dilated and by then you were tired and in so much pain. The OB had arrived and was getting everything ready for you and the baby’s arrival, all while Jenna’s mother was filling the bathtub with warm water.

“Jen- I don’t think I can do this” you grunted in pain, all while taking your clothes off to get into the bath tub. “Yes, you can. love, look at me” she said and turned your face to look at her. “You got this. Okay? Your babygirl’s almost here, and then everything will be better” you nodded and almost immediately after that, you started pushing. God was it painful. You were squeezing Jenna’s hand so hard, you were sure it was gonna be bruised. After the second push, the head still wasn’t out and you were so tired. “Jen, it hurts” you said and a few tears escaped your eyes. “I know love, I know.” Jenna wanted to find another way to comfort you more, so she did something, that she actually saw on Grey’s anatomy.

Being fully dressed, she slid behind you inside the bath tub and wrapped her arms around you, being careful not to touch your stomach and kissed your forehead. “I’m here, my love. You’re okay.” This gave you a lot of confidence, and just in two more pushes, your little girl was out, and Jenna was right her cries made it worth everything.

Soon enough the little girl was placed in your arms and everything melted away. The pain, the exhaustion, it all went away the moment you met her eyes “hi babygirl” you nearly sobbed, Jenna looking at her from behind your shoulder “you did it my love… she’s gorgeous” she whispered and kissed your forehead once more. “How do you want to call her?” The OB asked, having to put it on the birth certificate. “Marie” you said without hesitation. “Marie (L/N)” Jenna looked at you both with love and surprise. “Babe, Marie is my middle name” she said and you nodded “I know… you saved my life, Jen. All this… is thanks to you” she smiled brightly and kissed you softly “god I love you so much”

———

Ever since your little girl was born, your life has been way much better. Marie was a sweet little angel, and Jenna took care of her almost as if she was her own daughter. You told her she didn’t have to give you this much help, but she wanted to. She wanted to take care of both you and your daughter, and you let her, of course. Almost every morning you’d find the two of them cuddling in your bed, Jenna would change her diapers, feed her, and do anything a mom does. Her family loved your daughter, and Jenna’s mother treated Marie like another niece. You and her were part of the family now.

Just like that, the first year of Marie’s life went by. In that period of time you had managed to shoot a couple movies, having gotten the roles thanks to Jenna’s help. No one except for your cast mates knew about you having a baby, but once you had gotten a bit more famous, you decided to hit to that with this instagram story.

“My two favorite babies <3”

Everyone tho knew about your relationship with Jenna. You didn’t make it public, but it was pretty obvious so the two of you didn’t mind posting pictures together. But the fact that you “might” have a baby (say might, because no one was sure yet) made this even more famous.

Sooner than you knew, Jenna was invited to the MET Gala, and she had invited you along. “Can we also bring Marie? Pretty pleaseeee” she basically begged, but how could you say no to that pretty face? Of course you had to agree.

The moment you stepped into the museum, everyone started cheering for the two, well, three of you. Your little girl was used to the loud noises so she was laughing and smiling at the cameras, you were sure that you would get a lot of pics form this gala. Yours and Marie’s dresses matched Jenna’s so every picture was going to look like a family picture and to be honest, none of you minded that.

Your little girl was now 1 and a half, she was walking and running around with you always making sure she didn’t get hurt and being hot on her trail. Then the cutest thing happened. Jenna was taking some photos alone, and you were standing not too far as you were being taken pictures with your daughter. Just as you placed her down once the photographers were satisfied, Marie saw Jenna and ran over, Making grabby hands at the young actress.

You mouthed an “I’m sorry” once Jenna looked at you, but she picked your daughter up and invited you over for some more pictures.

Yep, you were definitely going to enjoy this family pictures.

Part two…?

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[jb2856]

The Pain of Loss

(T.H.)Peter Parker X GN!Reader

Warnings: spoilers for NWH(sort of), angst, loss of family member, mentions of blood, big sad

A/N: Oh little me and my tortured little soul. I just saw NWH and I thought of my own little scene. Enjoy…?

It was a Friday night, it was only 5:00PM and already pitch black outside. There was the beating sound of rain outside, the frigid cold not doing a thing to help the circulating feel of despair in the air.

You had just gotten home, shaking off the rain and taking off your boots, when you heard it. Tapping, soft and weak on the window, you think it’s the one in your bedroom. Immediately you know who it is, shrugging off your coat, you place it on the hook and quickly make your way to your bedroom, you see his fingers just barely tapping your window, his head resting against the brick of the outside wall. You rush to open the window, and he practically falls to the floor. You quickly shit it behind him. He is wearing his suit, sans mask, covered in gashes, blood dripping, his face beaten. It has you gasping.

“Pete..”

You’d been watching the live cover of his fight, on the news. It had been playing everywhere. They said someone had died. You’d been worried sick your entire way home, only assuming the worst.

You’re rushing towards him, “Peter I was so worried.” Your hands are moving everywhere, checking his injuries. “Are you alright?” When your hands come away covered in blood, your heart starts to race.

He finally grunts out a quiet and pained. “Fine.”

Somethings off. You grab his face in your hands to make him look at you, his eyes are glassy. Tears are streaming down his distraught face. You had been too worried about his possible injuries to even notice his anguished face, or is muted sobs.

“Pete what’s going on?” You look back into his eyes, concerned. He glances away, not wanting to look at you. He’s shaking his head.

His words are stuttered, hardly spoken. “M..M..May... s..she…” he’s shaking his head again, rapidly.

You understand. You shake your head with him, silently telling him he doesn’t have to continue. Tears spring to your eyes. Tears for him, tears for the loss of a wonderful woman. Grabbing his bloodied head you bring his forehead to yours, and he starts to sob loudly. Wrapping his arms around you for comfort. You don’t move away, just wind your arms around him and squeeze as hard as you can.

He’s speaking brokenly, “she..shes…gone.” He’s breathing quickly, unable to catch a good breath. “What do I do…I…”

Your shushing him, “it’s gonna be okay Peter…” you’re crying with him, you don’t know if you even believe yourself.

After about an hour, his breathing slows and his are tears dried, hardened to his face. Exhausted from his fight…from his horrific loss, his limbs weak. You had guided his broken body back with your own, laying together on your bed as he fitfully slept, your hand gliding back and forth on his forehead and in his matted hair. She’s gone. You’re sure he blames himself, you also don’t know what happened really, just what the news showed of his fight, he would tell you in time.

You wished you could make it better, you wished Peter didn’t have so much responsibility, wished he didn’t carry so much weight on his shoulders. For now you do what you can to comfort him, waiting for when he wakes up.

When he does wake, his eyes slowly crack open, dried tears and blood caking them closed.

He blearily looks around, a moment of clarity in his eyes and expression, clouding over in only a moment when the memories come flooding back to him. You start to move, he grabs you tighter not wanting you to go.

“I’m just gonna go get the med kit, baby.” Reluctantly he’s releasing you from the tight grip of his arms, you remove yourself and head to your bathroom to grab the kit you always keep handy. When you walk back in you try to joke lightly, “I might have to become a nurse if you aren’t more careful.”

He huffs. A slight win.

“Sit up.” You say to him gently, helping him up. You wet some gauze and start to dab at his face, clearing the blood. “Are you hurt anywhere I can’t see?” He shakes his head slowly, that means most of the blood isn’t his. He’s also probably healed most of his minor injuries while he slept.

When you’re done checking him over you tell him to go get a shower, clean the blood that’s caked along his torso off. You told him you would clean his suit for him.

He went along with it, not really expressing anything. He’s hiding his pain behind his eyes. You know what this pain looks like. You know him.

——

After his shower he comes out of your bathroom, only clad in a pair of briefs you had put out for him. He slowly walks over to you, you’re sitting in the couch absentmindedly watching tv.

“Hi.” You say warmly…sadly, as he lowers his body to yours, his head resting in your lap. Your hands instantly go to his wet hair. You can feel his breaths start to quicken, uneven heaves of warmth hit your thighs. “It’s okay Peter.” Your say quietly, “it’s okay not to be okay.”

He grips you tighter. You don’t plan on letting go. Everyone has to fall apart sometimes. Something has just been ripped away from him, his soul fractured. His world will be changed forever. His future is uncertain, he isn’t sure where to go from here.

You plan to do everything you can to support him, you wanted to take some of his weight, help him carry it.

It hurts to see the most kind hearted and positive man in your arms, slowly shattering. It’s heartbreaking. You feel deeply for him.

You hear him stutter a whisper into your lap. “P…please…d..don’t…don’t ever leave…me.”

[cowboycakes]

Hi! ur writing is incredible and i saw that requests were open and i just had to go for it. could you possible write a ReinerxFem! reader where she’s really seriously injured and tries to hide it from everyone, until she passes out in Reiner’s arms (cliche i’m sorry) and he’s just SO mad at himself for not noticing before and he’s so worried and he cares for the reader so much while she’s unconscious and after she wakes up? Just like so much fluff and angst and Reiner being a guilty fucker as he is but also like extremely protective and caring? Sorry it’s so specific. Thank you!🥺❤️

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little piece!

Tender Loving Care 

Pairing: Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

Themes: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, Reiner’s guilty ass 

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, severe injury/blood and bleeding/recovery, fainting, hospital setting, profanity

Word Count: 1.5k

You stumble into the medical tent, plopping your sweaty body down on a cot. Dirt covered hands rummage through a med kit until they come across a bundle of white bandages. You form them tightly around your thigh, applying pressure that you hoped would stop the bleeding. You’d really messed up on the mission today, completely misfiring your ODM gear when the first titan came into view. Your legs hit a tree branch, hard. Nerves would often get the best of you like that.

And now you’re left with the consequence - a giant gash. The sight of it made you feel faint. Blood wouldn’t cease to seep through the mesh material surrounding your wound, even after rewrapping it a few times.

You pack some extra gauze into it before trying to stand up and go to find the rest of the group. Before you take your first step, the tent door flies open. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What’s wrong?” Reiner shouts, rushing over to your side. 

You secretly relished in the feeling of him worrying for you sometimes. 

This whole dynamic between the two of you began from a chance pairing in some training exercises. Reiner had played the cocky tough guy at first, trying to show off and take over every exercise the two of you were supposed to do together. This irritated you to no end, obviously. Your solution was to get under his skin: make him laugh, tease him and poke at him until that hard headed exterior of his cracked. With time, it eventually did, revealing a big softie who cared for you more than he’d like to admit. 

“Just me folding under pressure. The usual,” you sigh, taping your bandages down, “it’s just a scratch.”

“Don’t lie, let me see it,” he says gently, crouching down in front of you to inspect your injury. 

“No!” you laugh as you press a hand onto your bandage, “I’m perfectly fine! We need to get going, anyway.”

Reiner looks up to you, unimpressed. He could always see right through your fibs. You smile guiltily at him as he stands up. 

“I’m not convinced that’s just a scratch,” Reiner mumbles.

“Sure it is! Just watch,” you declare as you walk toward the exit. 

You couldn’t hide your limp. 

“Nope. Absolutely not,” Reiner interrupts. He stands in front of you and motions for you to get on his back. You sigh, but reluctantly climb on anyway. 

You loop your arms around his neck as he moves his hands to support your thighs, being extra careful around your injury. 

The pain wasn’t getting any duller, even though you weren’t trying to walk now. You lay your cheek down on Reiner’s shoulder as his big strides carried you toward the horse and cart that was set to take everyone back to headquarters. Your body goes limp on the short journey, feet dangling and heavy eyes closing. 

Reiner gently sets you down beside him whenever you two reach your ride. He instinctively puts a big arm around your sore shoulders, pulling your body in close to his warm chest. 

“That better just be a scratch, or you’re never gonna hear the end of it,” Reiner teases, squeezing your arm. 

You huff in response, closing your eyes again. 

The rest of the group eventually arrives at the cart - most of them as sweaty and beat up as you were. However, you were feeling weaker by the minute. 

“Woah, y/n, you ok? You look pale...” you hear Annie question as she boards the cart.

You look down to your leg, quick to cover it with your hands before Reiner could see. Blood had made its way through your bandaging again.

“Yeah, I’m just fine,” you laugh nervously, “thanks Annie.”

You weren’t fine. You were becoming increasingly lightheaded - feeling yourself break into a cold sweat as your breathing becomes shallow.

The cart eventually starts to move, its wooden wheels creaking as it makes its way over the bumpy path home. You try to focus on the scenery moving around you, but your vision is too blurred. 

The state of your body was now making you nervous. You decide to close your eyes and lean your head against Reiner’s chest, gripping a sweaty hand on the back of his shirt, trying to ground yourself.  He rubs his hand up and down your arm slowly in response, calming you down a bit.

“We’re almost home. I’ll get you feeling better once we’re there, ok?” Reiner says.

“Ok…” you smile, beginning to feel yourself fade in and out a bit.

The cart finally comes to a halt. Reiner stands up before you and helps your woozy legs to straighten with the support of his hand in yours. He steps off the wooden cart first, opening his arms up so he could pick you up again. 

“Reiner, I’m okay,” you say, letting go of his hand, “promise.”

You look down at the dusty ground from your position on the cart, now standing completely unassisted.

Ok, just a small step, right? Three feet at most. Just move your foot forward, out into the abyss below the cart. 

Suddenly, your vision is a mere tunnel, blackness encroaching rapidly from the outsides of your eyes. Your body is in free fall, no longer under control of your mind. 

The last thing you sense is a pair of big arms catching you princess style. 

••••••••

“Dammit!” Reiner hisses, turning fast on his heels toward the infirmary. He’s quick to dodge the other scouts walking away from the cart, moving as fast as he could while keeping your limp body still in his arms. 

I’m always so fucking oblivious. Why do I ever listen to her? Always trying so hard to make sure she’s not being a burden. Of course she was lying to me, why couldn’t I have just taken better care of her from the start?

He slides through the infirmary front doors, alerting some nurses behind the desk of your condition. He keeps you tight in his arms as they swiftly guide you to a room. You let out a little groan once he sets you down on the hospital cot. 

God dammit. This is all my fault. Damn I can’t stand to see her face like this, all tensed up - she must be in so much pain. Shit, I am not about to tear up right now. 

Nurses rush over to you, quick to put you on some fluids and start sewing up your leg. Your condition quickly stabilizes, allowing the nurses to give you some much needed time to sleep off your injuries. 

Reiner insisted on taking over the nurses' duties after that point. Big, gentle hands would change out your bandaging every so often, along with keeping cold rags on your head and holding your hand when looks of discomfort appeared on your face. In his mind, it was the least he could do to subdue his guilt - to make it up to you.

He sat there all night, a big nervous mess in the chair he pulled up next to you. He hated getting so emotional like this, especially around someone who he needed to believe he was invincible. Luckily for him, you were still sleeping like a baby, unaware of his concerns. 

You finally open your groggy eyes early in the morning - the sun hasn't even peaked over the horizon yet. Your unfocused gaze wanders to the side of the bed. 

There he is - his head sits in his hand as he stares out the dark window from his chair. His short blonde hair is disheveled, probably from nervous hands running through it all night. Dark circles encompass his upper cheeks. He clearly hadn’t slept a wink.

“Hey,” you whisper.

Reiner jumps a little bit from his daze, quickly turning to look at you. He lets out a long sigh of relief, wiping a hand down his tense face.

“You had me worried sick,” he grumbles. You hum in response, a sleepy smile accidentally forms across your cheeks.

He half-smiles back, studying the sweet look on your face, “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Did you sleep?” you question.

He blushes a little, “You don’t need to be worrying about me, y/n.”

You scoot over on your cot, pulling the sheets down to expose a little spot for him to lay. His eyes get wide, darting back and forth between you and the empty half of the bed a few times.

He gets up from his chair quietly and makes his way to your bed, sliding under the white sheets and placing his tired head on the pillow. You move in close, placing your head in the nook between his chest and his bicep. A muscular arm wraps around your waist as his head leans over to rest against yours.

The two of you lay together in the silence of the hospital, chests rising and falling at slowing rates. You felt completely at ease now, knowing all the lengths Reiner had gone to in order to keep you safe.

“You know, once I wake up,” he yawns, his words becoming slower and slower as sleep creeps over him, “you're never… gonna… hear… the end of it.”

[ana-benn]

Guys.... I'm sorry. I just love A/B/O fics so much. I needed to write one, and honestly Star Trek lends itself to the premise.

Of Alphas and Control

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Alpha Leonard McCoy, Omega reader, gratuitous use of sweet girl, smut, injury, Jim and Spock's married couple dynamics, could be construed as violence, possessive alpha male, established couple.

You stood in the med bay watching as crew member after crew member were brought in to be seen to. The entire lower deck had to be evacuated, and the medical unit was all hands. Which was unfortunate because per regulation you should not be here. Your heat was due any day, and as you watch Leonard prowl through the unit you knew exactly why it wasn't allowed.

You didn't need to be able to see yourself to know you were watching him with hungry eyes. You wanted him, and with every barked order you felt yourself becoming more and more aroused. Your thighs clenched involuntarily when his gaze landed on you. It was well established that bonded Alpha's had their ruts triggered by their Omegas, and as soon has Leonard's eyes met yours you knew that this was going to be a difficult situation. Neither of you could leave, and Leonard was going to have to decide what was best. Distance between the two of you, or keeping you close. It wasn't ideal, but you saw the slight indecision in his eyes. As he breathed deeply his eyes steeled.

"You're with me," he growled out.

You nodded quickly and grabbed your nurses kit as you followed him to one of the beds. As you dealt with injuries you hoped biology would hold off. Unfortunately for you being this close to Leonard was making that impossible. His scent was all tobacco with leather and a subtle undercurrent of whiskey and spice. Every breath was like breathing in fire that shot straight to your core, but Leonard kept you in check. Small corrections and orders on what he needed as you worked your way through patients.

As you reached the halfway point in your shift, just s you started to relax a bit, you felt the dam break. Slick covered your panties, and Leonard's steady hands shook as he bandaged the burned arm of an engineering technician. You knew it would hit Leonard first, but being this close to an unmated Alpha was a recipe for disaster.

"Doctor," you started, trying to hand him the gauze, but his hands were occupied.

"We're almost done," he ground out. His movements because rushed and his face hardened in concentration. He was finishing up, as the first cramp of your heat hit you. As you fought the pain, trying to avoid crying out for your Alpha, the engineer took a deep breath.

You knew the moment you scent hit him, because his eyes flickered over your frame as he reached for you and Leonard snarled as the man's hand touched yours. There were mere seconds before your mate had pulled you towards him in a protective embrace, a sure sign you needed to get as far away from the med bay as you could. It was shocking to see the typically reserved Alpha lash out, and almost as if on instinct you cowered into his frame. You didn't fear the other man, but you preened under the protective instincts of your Alpha.

Leonard glared down at the other alpha until he lifted his hands in submission, before grabbing your waist roughly and pulling you towards the lift. You were vaguely aware of him barking out something to the orderly on your way out, but you were too busy trying to burrow into his neck to care. Once he had you out of sight his lips fused to yours with a hand tangled in your hair as he held you there roughly. The other hand was on your body methodically mapping you out.

You tried to participate in the kiss, but it seemed your Alpha wasn't having it. He was all tongue and teeth taking completely control. It was different than you were used to, and to be perfectly honest you were okay with that. Your omega preened under the care of the Alpha. She wanted more, and he was providing it. Pushing you against the wall and he shoved his knee between your legs, and the groan he let out when your ground down onto him left you smirking. His mouth moved to you neck where he sucked a dark bruise into your bonding mark.

Once the lift had stopped you wrapped your legs around the doctor's waist and peppered kisses over his face and neck, as he manuvered you towards your quarters. Normally Leonard wouldn't stand for this kind of action, he was so private, but having you hit your heat in front of another Alpha had made him possessive. His claim felt threatened, even if it was only superficially, and he wanted that rectified immediately.

When you made it inside it was only a moment before you were slammed against the door and your panties became a casualty of war. It was all teeth and tongue as worked you open first on his fingers before slamming his cock into you. The mixture of pleasure and pain the always started a heat was intense, and you groaned out against his shoulder.

"Leonard," you gasped as he began a furious pace. "Please." You begged, unsure what you even wanted.

He growled at you roughly, as he worked your body over. You were all gasps and pleas for some unknown goal, as his lips found new places to mark you. Other omegas came in for dermal rejuvenation after a heat, but Leonard was never one to hide his handiwork. He liked knowing everyone who came to the med bay could see you like that, and as private as he was about most things having you marked as his was never an issue he had a bone with.

"Alpha!" You cried as he hit that spot inside you, and at his designation he sunk his teeth into your bonding mark, triggering your orgasm.

You stayed like that for a moment as you felt his knot swell within you. Typically it would be a while before his knot would pop, but the good doctor was a pro a manuvering around it so that you could both be comfortable. This time he chose the couch where he could sit, and you could rest more comfortably against him. He murmured sweet nothings to you, along with some possessive remarks that only seemed to come with his rut.

-------------------------------------------

You and Leonard had taken a week to sate yourselves, as was the most typical for already bonded pairs. When you'd first mated that first heat had taken over a month to cool, your body craving your Alpha after having never had one before. And so you found yourself back at work, bruises in every shade of healing peppered your neck and chest. Not even mentioning the hand shaped bruises on your thighs, forcing you to wear pants instead of your preferred uniform dresses.

You were wrapping up your charting for the day when you heard men's voices arguing, it was loud enough that even Leonard came out of his office. Before he could ask what was happening Jim and Spock walked into the bay, causing the doctor to roll his eyes and lean against the nurses desk.

"Jim," he drawled. "What's going on?"

"Bones! Just the man I needed," Jim said, cocky attitude in full force. "Tell Spock that Alpha's are the most controlled designation." You couldn't help the snort that escaped at that, the evidence of Leonard's lack of control evident on you skin.

"Doctor, I apologize for the interruption. I was explaining to the Captain that he'd be less prone to injury if he would indulge his designation and find the time to utilize one of the omegas that fawn for his attention," Spock's logical reply came. Honestly the lack of passion in him explained everything you needed to know about betas.

Leonard shook his head at the two of them, "You're both so far off the reservation it's comical."

[purple-dahlias]

day six- hidden injury

wc: 1804 requested: no warnings: self harm, injury

Sarah hadn’t meant it to go this far, not in the least. At least, that was what she told herself. And really, she had managed so long without it, years in fact. Only for things to start crumbling now. And no, she’ll never let anyone know. Doesn’t want to bother anyone. It’s not that big of a deal, anyway, she’ll tell herself. Nothing she can’t handle herself. Nothing she hasn’t had to handle herself before. And all her problems, well, they just feel so pedestrian. That was what she had told Dr Richardson. Plenty of people felt that way, right. Lots of people did that. It wasn’t exactly uncommon. Maybe not talked of so much, but not something rare. In any case, she had got herself out of it before, and she would do it again, right?

At some point, she would, she told herself.

She tries to be careful. Wears long sleeves. Remembers to keep her white coat on at all times. Tries to avoid situations where she might have to scrub in. Which, luckily for her, since becoming a psychiatry resident, don’t occur very often anymore. And she’s meticulous with cleaning. Making sure everything is sterile. No chance of infection. Her bathroom cabinet well stocked with bandages and plasters and antiseptic wipes. Even a suture pack she had managed to lift from the ED one day. Just in case. She hadn’t needed it so far, though. And she wasn’t planning on it. That was what she told herself.

And oh, how wrong she was.

It’s a Tuesday morning and Sarah is late.

She’s supposed to be at Med by now, Dr Charles will be expecting her to round on their patients and instead, she’s sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the bath panel, the cursed suture kit on the floor beside her, face contorted in pain.

Maybe things had gone too far.

Perhaps she should have thought to try and bring back some lidocaine as well.

But no. You did this to yourself, Sarah Reese.

And it’s ironic. Because she had inflicted that pain on herself. And now she couldn’t do it again to fix it. Typical.

—

“Hey, have any of you seen Sarah?” Dr Charles asks, approaching the nurses’ station in the ED, where Natalie, and Noah are stood.

Natalie shakes her head, just as Maggie calls out for her, sending her off to treatment three.

“I didn’t see her car parked outside,” Noah responds.

“Yeah, me either.”

“She hasn’t called in sick, has she?”

“No,” confirms Dr Charles, brow furrowed. The Sarah Reese he knew was always so responsible, a stickler for rules, so it was unlike her not to notify someone of her absence.  

“Yeah, I didn’t think so, we’d arranged to have lunch together today, so…”

“And Sarah’s not really one to break her plans,” the head of psychiatry muses.

“I can try and call her,” Noah offers helpfully.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Dr Charles nods as Noah fishes his phone out of his pocket, only to find the dial tone to ring out with no answer.

“You sure she’s not upstairs?”

“No, I’m sure she’s not. I did page her, but no luck.”

“Well, um, if you like I can go round to hers… check on her?” Noah offers, picking up on the worry in the normally level, calm voice of the psychiatrist.

“That’s good of you,” Dr Charles smiles, clapping Noah on the back

“No problem,” Noah returns, with a promise to update him when he found Sarah, watching as Dr Charles turns, making his way to the elevators and away from the emergency department.

One thing was for sure, Dr Charles was grateful Sarah had Noah for a friend. Even if Sarah wasn’t the most vocal person, he knew she’d been dealing with a lot lately, that much was clear. And he knew how important it was to have people around you who cared.

It’s not long after that conversation that Noah finds himself faced with the front door of Sarah’s apartment, having knocked, awaiting an answer.

When there’s no answer, he knocks louder. “Sarah,” he calls out. “It’s Noah. Dr Charles wanted me to come and check up on you because you didn’t show up for rounds.”

Still nothing.

Knowing she kept a spare key under the mat, Noah fishes it out, turning it in the lock.

“Sarah, I’m coming in, alright,” he warns, entering the apartment.

The curtains are still drawn across the windows, Sarah’s bag is in its place by the door, her coat hangs on a peg in the hall. Sure signs she is still here. He calls out to her, moving through the few rooms until he comes to the bathroom, the door half open, a head of brown curls just about visible.  

“Sarah what—"

The words die on his lips as he takes in the scene: Sarah hunched up against the side of the bath, knees pulled up to her chest. He sees the suture kit, the gash on Sarah’s arm, how pale she is. And, most of all, how frightened she looks at seeing him there, how she just about refuses to meet his eyes.

“Sarah,” Noah begins again, trying to compose himself.

“Noah what are you doing here?” It’s said so forcefully through gritted teeth that if it was any other time, any other situation, any other person, Noah would have taken it as his cue to leave. But he couldn’t leave her. Not like this. Not after what he’s seen.

“Dr Charles sent me to check on you,” he tries.

“Well I’m fine,” she grits out, firmly, covering her arm as best she could.

“No, you’re not.”

“Please, Noah, just go. You’re supposed to be working,” her tone is different now, she’s almost begging him to go. He’s not going to, though.

“So are you,” he counters, inching closer. “Sarah what happened?” Noah tries, tone softening.

“It’s nothing, really.”

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” Noah reaches for Sarah’s arm, and Sarah snatches it away, fighting through the pain.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she huffs. She wishes he would just go back to the hospital and leave her be.

“Fine. But Sarah, I have to ask. Did you do this yourself?”

Yes she thinks. Yes I did.

“I think you already know the answer to that one,” is what she says instead. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have to ask.” It comes out harshly. But really, the anger isn’t directed at him. It’s all directed inward. At herself, for allowing this to happen, at herself for getting caught.

“But Sarah— why.”

And it all comes out. She finds she just can’t keep it hidden any longer.

“I— I don’t know. I just. I can’t anymore. And I haven’t done this since I was fourteen, and now… Noah I don’t know what to do!” Sarah is sobbing freely now, her shoulders shaking as Noah sits down beside her on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, holding her close, careful of her arm. He notices the scars and the cuts littering her arms, in various stages of healing. It pains him to see this, to know this. That Sarah had been struggling for so long without anyone noticing.

“Oh Sarah—” Noah begins, smoothing her hair with one hand, the other rubbing circles into the small of her back.

“Stop. Stop feeling sorry for me.” Sarah scrubs at her eyes, willing the tears away.

“I’m not. I just. I hate that I’m here seeing you hurt, and you know I— I can’t take that away from you.”

“Then go. You won’t have to see then.”

“I’m not leaving you like this Sarah. Do you mind if I take a look?” He asks her. Carefully, levelly, eyes trained on her all the while.

“Fine.” Sarah agrees finally, and Noah has to fight back a gasp as he sees the full extent of the injury. Luckily, as far has he can tell, the wounds aren’t deep enough to have caused any significant damage, but really, as an assessment, he knows the damage is already done. Not physically, but it is there.

“Okay Sarah, we need to clean this up and get it stitched, alright.” Noah keeps his tone calm, knowing that showing any sign of panic would do neither of them any good.

Sarah merely nods.

“This is going to sting, okay,” he warns, taking an antiseptic wipe out of the first aid kit beside them.

“Unfortunately you’re going to feel every step of this because I don’t have anything to numb you with. Think you can be brave for me?”

Another nod, but it’s all Noah needs before he gets to work.

Sarah doesn’t watch as he begins. She keeps her eyes down, trained on the floor, counting the tiles, teeth gritted as she tries to fill her head with something. Anything. Any thoughts that aren’t about what is happening right now.

When he’s finally done, the two sit in silence, both leaning against the bath, side by side. And it’s then that Sarah finally looks. Noah had bandaged up her arm, the stitches hidden beneath the dressings. The memory of what she had done there. But hidden. Out of sight, but not out of mind.

“So, uh,” Noah’s voice tears into her thoughts. “You wanna maybe sit somewhere a little more comfortable and less cold?”

And it’s just so Noah of him to say, his tone making it sound like he’s asking her to move and sit at one of the tables inside the hospital cafeteria instead of outside, rather than what he’s actually doing, which is asking her to get up off the bathroom floor after he’d stitched up the cuts she had made.  

So Sarah makes the choice. She allows herself to be helped up, she allows herself to be led from the bathroom. She lets Noah guide her to the couch, wrap a blanket round her shoulders and disappear off into the kitchen, only to watch him come back a few minutes later, a steaming mug of tea in hand that he sets down beside her.

Still wordlessly, Noah takes a seat next to Sarah, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. He had sent a message to Dr Charles while he had been in the kitchen, letting him know what had happened. He knew that Sarah would need to address what had happened, that there would be a long road ahead of her. That him finding her that morning wasn’t the end of it, didn’t mean that Sarah was out of the woods. But Noah would be there. He would be there with Sarah, for her. He would be there until she was ready, and long afterward. And this was the start. Sarah herself knows that, too.

[mooniefics]

just one night

pairing : reiner braun / reader

word count : 2.9k

tags : fluff, angst, heartache, acknowledgement of reiner’s suffering </3

summary : being a field nurse had it's ups and downs, but everything about taking care of reiner braun was the best and worst thing about your job.

— originally posted 12 / 16 / 20 on ao3 —

"oh, you're finally awake." you set the tray of medical supplies in your hands down on the small desk beside the bed, shutting the privacy curtain before you returned to his side, "i was worried about you, you know?"

though most of his body had regenerated over the seven hours he'd been unconscious, he was still missing a majority of his right hand up to the wrist, the steaming, incomplete appendage he was now examining with a tired look on his face.

"what time did they bring me in?" his voice was husky with sleep, eyes low as they flitted over to look at you.

"around eighteen hundred hours yesterday," you said, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature, "i administered some pain meds a few hours ago, but let me know if you need any more."

being a field nurse for the marleyan army wasn't the easiest job in the world, mostly consisting of lots of running around in the trenches with your heavy kit and avoiding as much gunfire and blood splatter as you possibly could while still helping the wounded. you had volunteered to work soon after the conflict with the mid-east allied forces had begun, seeing as it was either that or see your father be drafted out into the eldian unit to become cannon fodder like so many of the soldiers you'd seen barely able to crawl their way back over the sandbags just to bleed out and die before you could even begin to assess their injuries. you stopped keeping count of how many people you couldn't save after your first few days of active combat, becoming more focused on not going insane from how little you slept due to the rumbling of the ground from enemy artillery that shook the walls of the underground quarters and reading the letters your family sent from back home to maintain a shred of morale for the future.

though, the job did have some perks. it was always honorable for eldian families to have someone enlisted, and it also meant you could support your parents with your minuscule paycheck from the government. and, of course, meeting reiner braun was the biggest plus of them all, though you probably wouldn't admit it if anybody asked. you were a hard worker, and evidently had enough natural skill to quickly be promoted to the position that you were at now, assigned as one of the few nurses who monitored the wellness of the warriors and their prospective candidates.

"my regeneration has been slowing down lately, i should have more of my hand back by now." reiner murmured, more to himself than you.

"of course it has, you haven't been eating as well as you should be. i don't know much about titan biology, but i do know that a soldier like you, a warrior no less, shouldn't live off of sandwiches and beer, you've been losing too much weight."

he chuckled, a quick smile flitting across his face before he returned to his previous sulk. "you sound like my mother, chiding me about how i need to take care of myself. isn't there other patients that need your attention?"

"you wish. me and another nurse have already taken care of this entire hall, and you, mr. celebrity, get a room all to yourself." you grabbed a pen and his chart, scribbling down a few notes about his current status while you spoke, "plus, i'm supposed to be checking up on you every hour until you're all put back together, magath's orders."

he paused, thinking to himself before speaking. "so does that mean galliard is ok?" you nodded.

"and pieck?" you nodded again.

"and zeke?" you sighed, but reaffirmed once more.

"you've been checking up on me all night by the looks of it. aren't you tired?"

"gosh reiner, would it kill you to focus on yourself for a minute?" you rolled your eyes at his confusion, pulling up the chair at the desk to his bedside and seating yourself down, "this is my job, i'm used to doing my job. in fact, this is one of the easiest nights i've had in weeks. i don't know about you, but it shocks me that the guy they blew to pieces yesterday afternoon is asking me if i'm the one that needs to get some rest."

his brow furrowed, mouth drawing into a small frown. "sorry. i know that the war has been hard for all of us. i just don't want to make it any harder for you than it's already been."

you couldn't help but smile at his genuine concern, planting your elbows on your thighs and resting your chin in your hands. "you don't have to worry about bothering me, reiner." you replied softly, playfully adding, "you know you're my favorite patient anyways" just to see his cheeks flush red.

"is that so?" he murmured in reply, now smiling with you as he met your gaze.

"maybe." you teased, leaving him hanging for a few moments before you continued, "galliard's always awkward when i'm in the room, jaeger never has much, if anything, to say, and pieck, she's nice to be around, but she always looks so tired i feel a bit bad when i chat for too long with her. so, if it's anyone i'm stuck on the night shift with, i'm glad it's you."

you laughed softly at his expression, feeling a bit sheepish under his gaze. he'd changed quite a bit over the two years you'd known him, the shadows under his eyes deepening with a clear exhaustion, cheekbones becoming more pronounced and face growing gaunter as the stress of the war withered away at his physical and mental wellbeing. before you personally met, you'd always seen reiner as the physical embodiment of marley's armor, with his sturdy, unyielding frame, towering over nearly everyone he met from his stature, and the iron will that never seemed to falter no matter how many times he returned broken to the barrack's infirmary.

but now, you could see how everything had been taking a toll on him, how he was growing thinner and weaker each time he returned from a successful military assignment. you had come to learn that despite his regenerative properties, he felt every bit of pain that came with the injuries he sustained, experiencing the absolute agony of having his limbs shredded and bones shattered by cannon fire in his titan form and still having to push forward on the battlefield. you had an immense respect for him and his unyielding nature, but you always worried. even though you knew he would always manage to get himself back together again, you always worried for him. you remembered how you felt as you peeked over the sandbags, watching with a mixture of awe and dread as reiner threw himself in front of jaeger at the last moment to shield him from the unexpected volley of naval artillery, the way your heart thundered so loudly in your ears at the sight of his titan crumpling.

the relief you felt upon being ordered to his hospital room and finding him still alive was indescribable, and the relief you felt now being able to talk to him, to stare into his tired eyes and take in his handsome features you'd become so familiar with, flushed softly from your playfully exchanged words— you didn't want to see him go again.

"l-let me go get you a blanket," you said, snapping yourself out of your unnecessary thoughts, "i packed it away since i didn't want the steam to overheat you, but now that its just your hand and ankle i think it'll be ok to let you have it back now."

you quickly got up from your seat and slipped past the privacy curtain, opening up the supply cupboard with sheets and extra clipboards and things of the sort to pull out the blanket you'd originally taken off of him and put away.

you had to control yourself, to stop letting yourself be distracted by these thoughts and concerns about him. you knew as well as anyone else in marley that he didn't have long left to live. you hated that everyone referred to it as his 'term', as if after two years passed he could return home to live a peaceful life away from the war and bloodshed, to enjoy the luxuries of a normal existence that had been snatched away from him from the very start of his life. he only had two years left before he had to be eaten by one of those children, children that had similarly had their innocence and adolescence stolen from them by the marleyan government. you had told yourself over and over to not let yourself get so close to him, to not trick yourself into believing that maybe something could work between the two of you after marley's greed for natural resources had been sated and all the nations were finally at peace.

but you knew better than anyone that these feelings had been growing out of control, and each day you spent tending to him, watching him out on the battlefield, finding more and more about who he truly was besides a soldier only fed the fire you'd been fighting between fueling and snuffing out for months now. taking in a deep breath, you forced a smile onto your face, not wanting to concern him with an upset expression and risk dumping all your pathetic emotions out under his scrutiny.

"here we are." you hummed, flapping out the blanket a few times before you stretched it over his lap.

for a moment your face was close to his, close enough to see the small brown spots freckling his golden irises and realize just how intently he was gazing at you. you quickly retreated back to your seat at his bedside, still feeling his stare lingering on you, stopping yourself from asking him what was interesting enough to make him look at you for so long.

for another moment, there was silence, and you debated on making up some excuse to leave the room, but you knew you would have to come back in an hour, and he most likely wouldn't be asleep by then, but he spoke before you could think up any other escape plans.

"you know, i was happy to wake up and see you." you felt your heart skip, blinking at him, trying to make sure you weren't hearing things.

"really?" you mustered, feeling your cheeks grow warm at the sight of his smile.

"yes, really." he affirmed, the brightness on his face dampening a bit as he continued, "most of the time when i sleep, i get a lot of... memories, from my time in paradis, and they're not the most pleasant things to see while i'm asleep. and i was having another one of those dreams just now before i woke up, so it was nice to not be alone, you know? it's always reassuring to see you."

you felt a light flutter in your chest, nodding in response, torn between feeling sympathy for his nightmares or happiness from honest words. no, you had to stop being selfish. you had to stop letting yourself play along in this fantastical idea of a happy future.

"y-yeah, i understand," you replied, fixing your gaze down in your lap as you tried to avoid his intention, "i could put in a request for sleeping aids, if restlessness is becoming an issue."

"you know that's not what i'm trying to say." his hand reached out to rest over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, imploring you to stop ignoring the obvious.

"reiner." you said firmly, lips pressing into a firm line, "we can't. i can't."

you could feeling that light, airy joy twisting down into something irksome, settling like lead deep in your stomach as he replied. "what's stopping you?"

"everything!" you snapped, stopping yourself to take a deep breath and regain control of your volume before you began again, "everything.. this war, this never-ending conflict, and.. y-your term, your life-"

"you think i don't know that?" he said softly, too softly, somber gaze flitting between the hand in his grasp and your face. he seemed so small just now, seated up against wall behind the hospital bed that was too little for him, barely covered by the thin, old blanket that was fraying at the seams, not at all like the stoic, unwavering warrior he made himself out to be in the public eye. "don't you think i'm tired of pretending? tired of having people toss the topic of my death back and forth like they're discussing vacation plans? i love marley, and i love what i can do for the people who look up to me, for the people who rely on me to be the hero. you never ask me about paradis, you never ask me about how i feel about all of this, you never expect me to be the hero, and you're still always here to listen, always here when i need you to be. but i just want to feel like i don't have to worry about all that, even if it's just for one night... i know it sounds counterintuitive, but i want to pretend like things will be alright.. for you, for me, for everyone. can't we just have this one night?"

your hand trembled, fingers lacing easily with his like you'd risked doing a few times before, tears pricking your eyes, feeling like there was something cinching around your heart and lungs and squeezing tight. the heat of his hand in yours was pleasant, calloused palm fitting perfectly against the contour of your own, thumb stroking softly over the side of your own hand.

you swallowed your apprehension, steadying your breath and blinking away the mistiness threatening to spill down onto your face as you moved from the chair to take a seat on the side of his bed. "ok. one night."

the relief that bloomed across his expression warmed your heart, the stress that had been creasing his face softening back into the relaxed, sleepy looking smile that you always poked fun at when you brought him his breakfast in the morning.

"you have to be up at seven, so lay down right, i don't want you to complain to me about your back hurting tomorrow." he complied, shifting back down in the bed to rest his head back on the pillow, allowing you to let go of his hand momentarily to tuck the blanket around him. "do you want me to go get you something to help you sleep?"

"no." he murmured, gazing up at you, "just stay here with me, please. i'll sleep just fine as long as you're here."

there was something so childlike about his words, not in the way of immaturity or naivety, but something that just made you want to take care of him, to protect him from the corruption of the world outside of the obsolete confinements of his hospital room.

"i will." you said, letting your other hand find the side of his face, "i promise."

and so you stayed, you stayed as long as he needed you to, alternating between stroking his cheek and slowly running your fingers through his hair. there were no words exchanged, but the silence was comforting, the quietest night you'd both had in weeks, only occupied by the intermittent footsteps of the other nurses making their rounds around the hall and the soft evening breeze blowing through the half-open window above the desk. you didn't care for how long you had to sit there, replying back to the small movements of his hands with your own reassuring squeeze as he slowly but surely fell back asleep. but even after his breathing had steadied out, and his grasp on your hand had loosened, you still stayed seated at his bedside, just gazing down at his sleeping face as your thought to yourself.

the war against the mid-east allied forces had come to a rocky close, most likely guaranteeing marley at least a few months of tension-filled peace before another nation made their strike on their borders once again. but you knew that marley wouldn't wait for that, you knew that they wouldn't stop until they had the world in their hands, paradis included. you'd heard the private murmurs of jaeger before you entered his room, seen the open pages of his journal when he fell asleep at his desk, you knew what he had been planning. and you knew that reiner would have to go running back to the island once again, and even if jaeger's grand scheme didn't drag him there by his collar, he would probably go searching out his own resolution him.

you checked your watch. 2:10. it was your turn to check the patients in critical condition down the hall. you sighed quietly, pulling your hand away from his and leaning down to gently press a kiss on his forehead, something you risked doing a few times before when you had these especially long conversations that made your heart ache for him.

but at least, you thought to yourself as you flicked off the lights, reluctantly leaving the room and shutting the door behind you as quietly as you possibly could, at least you could give him just one night of repose.

[chews-erotically]

Waxing Gibbous 

Pairing: Ezra + femNurse! Reader

Rating: Hard M / 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Angst/violence/gore/blood/mentions of prostitution/SMUT(eventual)/veryinaccuratesurgicalprocedure

     Honestly words have been fermenting in my brain for many moons. I am new to this, so please be gentle.  I have written before, however never for a fandom. Special thank you to @yespolkadotkitty and @rzrcst for their support and encouragement, it truly means the world to me.

Summary: You are a nurse on the Green moon contracted to care for a group of prospectors. An act of violence forces you to flee your camp. Ezra finds you.

Words: 2376

 PART ONE

    The first time Ezra fell, it was with the Saters. You’d been hunched in a cordoned-off section of tent, dust motes waxing and waning against the haze of thick, dank air. At least you could breathe, a small mercy it was to remove your helmets and sit unfettered in the musty inner folds of the makeshift barracks.

    The Sater stank. When he sneered at you, his grey lips parted to reveal the jagged tombstones of his teeth. When you had first sat down and dispelled with the perfunctory greetings, choking down the offering of what always reminded you of unsweetened Turkish coffee mixed with engine oil, his eyes made no attempt to hide the way they had raked over you as if you were some shiny toy. Or a bag of meat. You were under no delusions when it came to the fact that you, by nature of being female, were going to be ogled. Still, it left you no less disgusted as you fought to keep your face impassive while his eyes honed in on your chest.

    Ezra sat beside you on the narrow bench, hunched forward with forearms balanced on knees that were spread to allow for his head to clear the sunken canvas ceiling. His expression was equally neutral, the only hint of tension showing in the tight bunch of muscle at his jaw. He knew as well as you that if the sater did not accept the barter, things would turn dark.

    Ezra had been here longer than you. Stranded with no transport after the crew he’d arrived with turned on each other over dig locations and payload disbursement. The pod they’d arrived in had been burned, irreparably damaged and left no more than a husk in the Green due to the short-sighted fury and bullheaded ire of his hired compatriots. In the fracas, he’d sustained an injury to his right arm from a rogue thrower shot. In retrospect it could have been much worse, but the spores of mold that made the air so toxic had worked its way into his flesh the same way selfishness and suspicion had seeded the demise of his partners.

    You were hired as a nurse to tend to your own hired prospecting crew, lured in with promises of adventure and treasures beyond your wildest dreams. You had known there had to be a catch, you were not so naive to believe that consequence could elude you, but you had signed the contract anyway hoping for more than the dreary clinic you’d worked in for the past five years. You were alone, you were lonely, you had no family. Your few friends had steadily drifted away from you as they met their own partners, started their own families. You were left to the ether. So you signed almost without thought when the recruiter came, signed before you had time to think it through, because you were aware that if you thought too much you’d talk yourself out of it. You knew all too well how adept you were at talking yourself out of things.

    So, you’d arrived on the Green and things had proceeded as planned, uneventful for the most part. The others on the crew were respectful, if a bit distant. Nothing untoward had happened until a contractor by the name of Jorin began to take a particular interest in you. At first you’d been able to politely deflect his advances. Showing up in your tent unannounced, he feigned all manner of illness and injury to get your attention. Over time he became more aggressive, invading your space until you had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he was not welcome. It was not until he’d followed you back to your cot and tried to push you down that you’d snapped. You hadn’t meant to kill him, but the scalpel you had hidden in your fist had found its way to his carotid artery nonetheless. So you left, and you were blank and in shock and covered in someone else’s blood when Ezra found you.

    He’d stood, imposing and straight-backed, hand on hip while his head followed your shambling approach. Your adrenaline was waning, and you shuffled forth on trembling legs, hands held aloft in supplication. When you reached his clearing in the midst of dense vegetation you noted his mouth moving at light-speed, the hand on his hip twitching toward the thrower he had slung across his back. As you got even closer you noticed his eyes were wide. You were not on the same transmission channel so you could not hear him. Your hands gestured as if underwater, left hand tapping your transceiver while your right held up three trembling fingers. When Ezra understood he switched the channel and immediately his animated drawl was filling your helmet.

    “.....cannot fathom how you are standing in my sights looking like you’ve been baptised by Lady Bathory herself, alone? Please do tell this lonely old prospector how in Kevva’s name above you’ve found yourself in such a state of affairs?”

    You noticed immediately that he did not seem at all frightened or wary of your appearance, just confused, and….excited? You gazed up into the visor through a constellation of blood spatter and freed your tongue from its bone-dry cavern, swallowing thickly.

    “I didn’t mean to kill him. He tried to, to…..he came after me.”

    Ezra stepped forward in what seemed a conspiratory move. You froze. Taking note, he’d immediately stepped back, but his dark eyes fastened to yours with an intensity that made you feel as though he could see through you into your very essence, every shameful childhood memory, every flaw and triumph as readable as prose on paper.

    “Intention rarely informs the realities of snuffing out the flame of mortality. Between intention and action there lay an endless array of variables, something I know as well as my own name. In all my time on the Green the one thing that continues to ring true is that people here take. If you have nothing to offer, they will find something to take.” 

    He straightened before continuing, “Given that you are appreciably female I can imagine what it is he believed himself entitled to. You have none of that to fear from me, little stranger. I am but one lost soul amongst this verdant hellscape.”

    You were still processing the events of the past several hours, and it took you some time to accustom your ears to the man’s mellifluous cadence. The people in your previous company had been stilted, blunt, mostly monosyllabic. This man before you spoke as if convinced his words would alight and manifest whatever sacred force or unimagined color the universe deemed fit to spew forth. It was incongruous. You considered your next words carefully before you spoke.

    “Do you have a dwelling? A tent? I hate to impose, but this is my only suit and I’d like to get as much blood out of it as I can.”

    That was how you’d become acquainted with Ezra. You’d exchanged names as you walked to his tent, and all the while Ezra pontificated. The tent was modest, two cots arranged across from one another. Equipment stacked along one canvas wall, while texts and notebooks spread across a folding table toward the front entrance. Ezra explained where the water source was located as you both disconnected your helmets and stripped your suits. The blood splashed across yours had dried to a dull rust. Almost as if it could be something other than blood. Almost. 

    You’d set the suit to soak in cold water and truly noticed the man in front of you for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, thick locks jutting chaotically from the dome of his head and curling around the lobes of his ears. A shock of blond colored the seam of his hairline. His brow was lined with years of tension and unrest. Wide, dark eyes below pronounced brows. A prominent aquiline nose. His mouth, still moving. Always moving, as if he were trying to get every thought he had out of his head before the hourglass ran out on him.

    Your eyes were next drawn to a dirty bandage circling his arm. You’d been so lost in your head over the strange turn of events that you did not notice the barely perceptible wince as he inventoried what appeared to be dried ration packets.

    “What happened? To your arm, I mean?”

    Ezra sighed deeply before answering. “Merely a flesh wound from an errant thrower blast while my crew and I were in the midst of parting ways. It was a most unsavory affair, I’m afraid. I don’t believe the weasel wielding the staff even meant to shoot me.”

    You stepped closer, eyeing the torn, worried cloth. “You have to be careful. The spores in the air will seep into everything, especially an open wound. Your bandage is filthy. Do you mind if I take a look?”

    “You have experience with dressing wounds?”

    “I’m a nurse.”

    You were wholly unprepared for the brilliant smile that split his face. Suddenly you could see the younger, roguish man that he had undoubtedly once been. You were suddenly overwhelmed, you could not understand how the heart in your chest fluttered as desperately as a bird beating its wings against the cage of your ribs. You felt close to panic as you realized that you were reacting this way to a man you did not know. 

    Careful.

    “Kevva above, I must have done something right in a past life as I’ve done nothing in this one to deserve such a fortuitous gift! A nurse! An angel of mercy, a dove of benevolence!”

    You felt heat rush to your face, and you cursed your feeble emotions as you turned quickly away from him. Please, ignore my abject idiocy. 

    “Med kit?”

    “Ah, of course. My apologies, Dove, I forget myself.”

    You pointedly ignored the unprompted endearment as any further contemplation on this new development would lead to literal hysteria. What the fuck is wrong with me?

    Ezra sat at the table near the entrance, sweeping the array of notebooks and papers to the side. You pulled up a crate once taking the med kit and unwrapped the soiled bandaging. You understood how awkward it had to be to dress a wound with one hand, and so you were able to forgive the haphazard application. He hissed and winced again as you revealed a very red, open and angry wound bed assaulting the meat of his right bicep. Black had begun to settle in around the ragged edges. It did not look good. Your gut sank as you noticed the purplish pucker of skin surrounding a crater that oozed and tunneled, purulent drainage saturating the underlying gauze. 

    The mold had done a spectacular job of decaying what would have normally been a straight forward traumatic thrower wound. You were shocked that Ezra was not screaming in pain.

    You kept your face studiously blank as you set out supplies: a vial of Ancef, sterile saline, bandaging, gauze, antimicrobial foam, hydrogen peroxide, a basin, and the scalpel you’d kept clutched in your fist as you’d fled. There was an injectable narcotic preloaded, you offered this to Ezra and he shook his head, his eyes still and worried. He knew it was bad, and he was scared. A wave of melancholy slammed into you and without thinking, you reached out and laid your fingers gently on his wrist.

    “Hey.” He met your eyes, and they were old. Ancient, and filled with what was akin to an existential weariness. You had to dig the toe of your boot into your calf to keep your eyes from filling with tears. You cleared your throat. It did not sound like a noise you’d make. You wondered who you were, really, before speaking.

    “I’m going to do the best that I can. It won’t be pretty. Your wound is badly infected. The black bits are necrotic, and if I don’t debride your wound it will spread. I’m going to try my hardest to save your arm. This is going to hurt, so I really think you should take the injection.”

    Ezra’s solemn gaze swung to fasten on yours. After a pause of internal debate, he simply nodded. You filled the basin with hydrogen peroxide and placed the scalpel in. You picked up the preloaded syringe and sterile gauze and quickly discharged the narcotic serum into Ezra’s left deltoid. His eyes soon took on a haze of detachment, pupils constricting to pinpoints.

    You picked up the scalpel and got to work, and Ezra finally screamed.

    He kept his arm impressively still while sweat cut rivulets down the planes of his face. His jaw clenched so tightly you feared his teeth would crack and splinter- you’d finally and wordlessly paused your work to place a length of spare leather strapping between his teeth, which he clamped onto like a feral dog.

    You worked quickly and wordlessly, cutting ribbons of spoiled flesh from the blessedly granulating bed of tissue and muscle beneath. Your mind worked in circular prayer, asking forgiveness from the universe for killing, for hurting. Ezra’s flesh was a sacred scroll and you were inscribing your texts upon it, begging for deliverance. It was not lost on you that the same scalpel you’d used to snuff one life was carving death out of another.

    When the deed was done, you reconstituted the Ancef and injected it into the meat of his buttock. You did it quickly, too wrung out and disturbed to feel impure. There was nothing prurient about what had just happened, nothing sexy in his agony. For all of its intimacy it was brutal and ugly and traumatic. At that moment you were inextricably bound to one another.

[toukenramblings]

Sick Saniwa: Sanchoumou, Minamoto Kiyomaro, Suishinshi Masahide

I do hope that this is okay for you dear~! I’m super excited to write for these two!!!!

Warnings: None.

Sanchoumou

The minute you wake up with a sneeze and fever, Sanchoumou is right there beside you. His ruby eyes would narrow, and his hand would be at your back, rubbing smooth circles into your skin. “Are you alright, my dove?” he would question. 

Worry would be evident across his face as you progressively become sicker and sicker, if you happen to pass the fuck out, Sanchoumou would not hesitate to rush to your side. His heart would be beating miles a minute, almost giving out right then and there. He will practically have Nikkou and Nansen stand guard while he tends to you and calls for Yagen.

When you have a fever, Sanchoumou is not leaving your side. You wake up and he is right there, holding your hand and pressing a cool cloth to your head and a pot of tea resting on the table. “Good morning, my little bird.’ he would say, running his thumb over your cheek. “How are you feeling?”

Sanchoumou will absolutely NOT leave your side when you are sick. Oh no, this man is going to nurse you back to health all the way! Even if he has to leave for only a moment or longer like on a mission, he will have Nikkou or Nansen check up on you. The minute he gets home, he goes straight to you (after getting patched up of course, he’s not about to trek even more germs into your room when you’re already sick!) 

Will learn from books and Yagen how to take care of you, often asking for advice on how to care for you.

Will read you/tell you stories to help you sleep!

Will still give you forehead kisses, no stopping this man once he set his mind to something!

Is basically that guy who will risk getting sick as well for you, no way is he going to let you suffer alone.

Damn right he will still cuddle with you while you’re sick, move over in that bed of yours. You’re going to get hugged. Sickness be damned! All of the hugs! He’s not going to let his little dove suffer like this alone!

Yeah Sanchoumou does get sick in the end but hey, worth it! He helped you and now you get to take care of him! Win win situation...he supposes. 

Minamoto Kiyomaro

Oh dude the minute you get sick and start coughing and sneezing, Kiyomaro pauses, confused, almost panicking on the inside. He wonders if anything is wrong and he knows that something is wrong! He begins to fuss over you, hand against your forehead and you lean into the touch. He freezes for a minute, almost too enamored with a sort of blissed out look on your face and dreamy gaze. And then you pass the fuck out and he panics. 

Of course he brings you back to your room and immediately screams for Hasebe, Yagen, Tomoe, whoever the hell to help him. Suishinshi is inwardly panicking a little but mostly doing his best to keep his friend calm. Kiyomaro is halfway ready to chuck himself off of a cliff, what the hell had he done wrong????????

When it’s just a mere cold or something Minamoto almost collapses from how much he had been worrying, but now a weight has left his shoulders, you won’t die from this! You can just bounce back stronger and better than ever!!

He’s not leaving your side unless he has to. Will drag all sorts of video games into your room to play with you. Most of the time it’s you watching him and maybe playing. He’s going to keep you occupied from thinking about how sick you are. Of course if you do have a coughing fit, he’s right there to rub circles into your back and give you meds! You’ll never be bored with him around!

If you want to sleep, Kiyomaro will understand. If you ask to cuddle, he’s there boo! He understands if you need space but man, he’ll risk getting sick with you! He’ll be a bit pouty when he’s away from you while you nap, of course he knows he’ll see you again but like...his eyes will always wander in the direction of your shared room with a soft sigh upon his lips. 

During his time away from you, Minamoto will take the time to figure out how to better take care of you! Books, talking to peeps, anything and everything! Hell he’ll try to cook you something too! Catch him in the kitchen making you soup or congee or whatever the hell you’re craving! Will try to sneak you some snacks though, much to the chagrin of everyone around him. Will hide said snacks in his shirts if he gotta.

He’s a bit clumsy in the role of a caregiver, but he’s going to do his best to help you!

If anything during your sick days he’ll try his best to cheer you up! He’s always going to bring in stories from his time around the citadel to you, and will happily sit by you in silence if you just wanna bask in each other’s presences! 

Yeah sure if he gets sick, he’ll be like, “Now you can take care of me~!” and be oh so happy that he gets to be spoiled too!!!

Suishinshi Masahide

Panic mode, engaged. Sirens are running in his head when he notices that you’re sick. There is a flash of fear in his eyes when you come down with a fever. He may not show it outwardly but you can see with the way his hands shake as he holds you, worried whispers passing his lips, questioning if you’re alright or not. 

Suishinshi begins to fuss over you immediately, “My liege, are you alright? Do you need anything? Water? Food? Rest? I-I’m sorry if I’m bothering you! I can leave if you want? Anything to help you feel better! Just...just tell me whatever it is that you want and need okay? I’m here for you.” his hands would not dare to leave yours, even though they shake so much that you think they might shatter - an earthquake in his heart, almost too much for him to handle. 

If you are sleeping and resting and Suishinshi is out and about, he will also look longingly back towards your shared room, with soft sighs of need leaving his lips. He just wants to be by your side! What’s wrong with that! Of course, if someone asks/teases him about this, he will huff and act all tsundere about it, trying to hide his flushing face within his collar. “Just...just making sure that our liege is alright. That it all!” but it is oh so plain to see, with how he dips his head to hide his flush and the look in his eyes that’s he’s worried about you. The teasing won’t last for too long though. 

Don’t even think about trying to work while Suishinshi is around. He’ll take away your papers and almost try to take on your workload for himself! He’s no Hasebe or Tomoegata but he’s going to want to help you in whatever way he can! He wants to show you that you can rely on him, even if he was never good at words. 

If you want company Suishinshi will be more than happy to stay by your side, even if he flushes at it and mumbles, “I-If that’s what you want.” and sits by you, the weight leaving his shoulders and slowly slumping against your form. Will always want to hold your hand during this.

If you two sleep together, Suishinshi will 100% fall asleep first, before you do; especially if he’s the little spoon, he loves listening to your heart! However he’s a pretty light sleep, so the minute he hears you coughing or sneezing or sniffling, he’ll shoot awake and tend to every need you have!

Will probably take down notes on how to take care of you the next time you end up sick. Has a little kit ready for this occasion. 

If Suishinshi does get sick because of you, you get to spoil him yes, but he instantly becomes 700% more clingy. He’ll try to frame it as, “I can take care of myself!” and then as you tease him and try to leave he’ll be like, “n-No! Please stay...please?”

Will probably be the type of person who will keep your room clean and free of germs! What if you get sick again??

[karolinarodrigueswrites]

These are casual scenarios I am writing as an exercise for the wips I will work on during nanowrimo.

Scenario 2: childhood friends x when they realized they were in love

Pairing: Nimue x Alessandro

WIP: A Mistress and a Witch

Tagging: @mikoala02

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For Nimue:

They are twelve.

As thunders continue to rumble outside, and lunchtime arrives, Nimue takes a deep breath, getting up from her seat, feeling unsteady on her feet, a bothersome weakness weighing her down in the last days to a point where she wishes she never had to leave her bed.

She organizes the books and notebooks on her desk, sensing Alessandro’s presence approaching her and standing behind her, shielding her from their classmates.

She picks up her things, ready to walk out, but Alessandro places a hand on her shoulder, a silent request for her to stay.

He doesn’t speak until everyone has left.

“You’re bleeding,” he says, holding out his jacket.

Her body becomes tense, eyes searching her clothes for the sign of Eve’s curse, though her jeans are so dark nothing can be noticed.

Alessandro gestures to her seat, a smudge of blood announcing itself as the culmination of her pains in the past week.

He offers her his jacket once again. “Just wait here, I’ll be back as fast as I can.”

She stays quiet, tying the jacket around her hips, half ashamed, half pissed, refusing to cry — at least, given the weird education from his mother, she could always count on him.

Nevermind how other boys behaved - when eleven years old Nimue vented to Alessandro about her first menstruation, he left her house at night seeming confused, and came back in the next afternoon with a basket of an improvised kit for a child’s shark week.

Cassandra, his adoptive mother, selected the pads, heating pads, a cute hot water bottle, and some stain removal products that she promised had her seal of approval.

Alessandro, in his turn, selected all the snacks and candies he knew Nimue loved, besides adding a snake plushie to the pile that might or not live in her bed ever since.

He returns in a few minutes, only slightly breathless from running around, as he is a kid of athletic hobbies.

On his left hand he carries a cleaning rag along with an unlabeled spray bottle, and with the right hand he pulls out a pad from his pocket.

“The nurse said she can give pain meds if you have any cramps.”

“And the janitor?”

“Said he did not care what I did so long as I was cleaning things rather than destroying them.”

Nimue can’t help a small smile — he did break at least a few things around school from underestimating the strength he used to handle them.

“… Thank you.”

Alessandro raises a brow. “The wench would boil me alive if I did anything less.”

Hiding the pad in a pocket of her own, Nimue’s eyes widen slightly at the odd endearing term for his mother — Cassandra did choose to be called wench rather than mom, though that in no way would tell an outsider that they did get along well.

Returning from the bathroom, she finds him already done, no sign of blood or cleaning supplies, only two chocolate puddings on her desk.

He stands by the window, watching how the wind violently shakes the trees outside.

Looking at how tall he is becoming, she realizes she might have had the jumpstart in puberty, but soon she might be the one catching up to him in growing up.

Noticing her, he turns around, smiling, and a heavy weight fills her chest.

People always commented on how they were close, always joked about something more going on, and now it is here, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her down: she is in love, as much as anyone her age could be.

She takes another deep breath, knowing it and any other weirdness in her expression will be attributed to her period. “How did you bribe the lunch ladies this time?”

“I didn’t? I just asked.”

Nimue stares, picking up one of the puddings, aware a woman in the kitchen is also his neighbor.

“… I’ll be walking her dog for a week.”

“One day this is going to get you in trouble.”

"And you'll be there to get me out of it."

For Alessandro:

They are fourteen, and it all happens so fast Alessandro doesn’t fully process his actions until Tyler is already bleeding and crying, and Alessandro’s immediate instinct is to bash the other boy’s head on the desk one more time.

Nimue too is still processing what is going on since the moment Tyler, a boy who sat behind her, decided to interrupt the biology class by snapping her bra strap; the murderous look in her eyes indicates she wants Alessandro to keep going till Tyler can’t even manage to scream.

All too aware of how brutally the pair is in their retaliation, the teacher and a few girls already are on the move to pull Alessandro away, none of the boys stepping up because he has no qualms of beating them too given previous history of bullying towards him and Nimue.

At the principal’s office, the man decides to talk to the pair first, before considering calling their parents in.

Nimue makes a gesture for Alessandro to stay quiet. "You're going to punish my boyfriend for stepping in when another guy landed his hands on me?"

Alessandro looks up, alarmed, turning to Nimue so fast the whiplash makes him flinch and return his gaze to the floor.

The principal gives him a weirded-out look, but continues to listen to Nimue making their case against Tyler.

Though the principal does not care about a teenage girl’s body autonomy, he has the right old values for Alessandro’s actions to seem justified, the extreme degree of his violence standing like some kind of warped proof of how much he cares about his girlfriend.

Alessandro is still lost in the word — “boyfriend”, she said.

He didn’t know that option had ever been available, never thought she would see him like that, but she said it, and it is playing in a loop in his head: boyfriend.

Nimue’s hand catching his own and intertwining their fingers is what grounds him back in the present, the conversation is over, and she tilts her head towards the door, indicating for them to leave.

He follows her as he always does, without a question, though rather than guiding them back to class, she takes them outside.

“Did I pick the right term?”

Her tone is unusually nervous, the overwhelming emotions blooming in his chest taking away his words, leaving him only a very enthusiastic nodding as a way to respond, not knowing where else to start, or even how.

She laughs, looking down at their hands, and tightening her hold.

He doesn’t do the same — he doesn’t want to hurt her.

Eventually: “Does this mean you’ll kiss me?” He asks.

“Not the opposite?”

“I don’t know how to do it.”

She laughs again, more genuine. “We’ll figure it out.”

[oikaw-ugh]

can i have some cute fluffy hcs with oikawa and kuroo taking care of an s/o who is sick (since thats what i am— fhdjsjdksk LOL) thank you bby love you

HALLO, SOPH! JUST SO YOU KNOW THIS GOT ME NERVOUS HAHAHAHA And ur so pretty I'm: soft >=]]]

Oikawa and Kuroo taking care of an s/o who is sick

a/n: Truth to be told, I find it awkward writing fluff for characters I love HAHAHAHHA so this got me 👁️👄👁️

Also, I'm not gonna bullet it because I feel like it ✨✨✨

Oikawa Torū

Shameless plug: I created a fic similar to this. You can check it here.

Oikawa is a very passionate lad. I mean, have you seen him? Have you seen how frustrated he was in middle school because of Kageyama and how he was so disappointed because he and his team didn't make it to the nationals? And the way he legit flew overseas to be better and to prove his self?

Girl, if that's not passionate, then I don't know what that is.

So! Given that he's dedicated himself into his favorite sport, I think he's the type who actually knows how to take care of a sick person. 'Cause I think being an athlete also corresponds to injuries and surprise sickness (honestly).

Let's say you get yourself a fever one day and you call Oikawa, telling him you won't be attending classes today because you're sick. Now that worries him and he wants to skip classes as well so he could take care of you in which you protest because it's you who is sick not him.

I mean, I'm the type who still goes to class even if I'm bleeding because of a stab in the gut. 👁️👄👁️ Kidding! Unless...

So he has no choice but to attend classes anyway. But that does not stop him from taking care of you!

Like, he instructs you what to do on the phone. He'd tell you to look for specific medicine on your medicine kit, would tell you to go check your temperature for him. He'd also ask if you're parents are around to cook for you and if not, he tells you to order takeout if you feel too tired to move.

During classes, he'd take note of the time."Ah, it's been 3 hours now since Y/N drank her meds. I'll check up on her after this subject." like that.

He'd take the breaks after every subject an opportunity to call you and to check on you, reminding you constantly to drink this, check that, don't do this and yada yada - we get it, Mom.

After class, he has to go to his practices and everyone - especially the 3rd years, would immediately sense that nothing is wrong-LIES! THEY IMMEDIATELY SENSE SOMETHING.

I feel like Oikawa is definitely the type who does not want to get distracted during practices. Like, he'd be the type who takes it seriously so he gets rid of his phone and he'd ignore his fans for a while.

So when Iwa sees Oikawa checking his phone as he warms up, Iwa immediately understood that something must've happened or stuff. He'd approach him asking if everything's alright and Oikawa's, "Oh, it's just that Y/N is sick."

After practices, Oikawa is hyped to leave! On his way towards the station, taking the route towards your place, he'd call you and he'd tell you about his day. He would also share some of the things you missed in class. Sharing you random things, honestly.

"I'm almost at the station. Do you want to eat something? I can buy it for you!" He'd ask you on the phone even if he's already inside a convenience store.

I'm sorry it's not that cute 😌✨

Kuroo Tetsuro

Have you seen his sense of responsibility? If not, I did!

The way he coolly handles Nekoma? ✨✨✨ I love it! I feel like he could be a good parent.

So when he came at your place at his free weekend, and he sees your complexion paler than your usual shade, your eyes drowsy, and your fingers slightly shaking as you opened the door for him, he immediately knew you were sick.

He'd guide you to your bed, tucking you in and would 'tease' you about getting sick. But I know for sure it's all just for a show! He's actually very concerned.

"Who gets sick at 2020?" He joked, "Where's your thermometer again?"

You're just there, sitting while looking at Kuroo mess your place. We all know this man is capable of doing things but you didn't really expect him to be good at nursing.

He's there like, "I take care of myself, you know?" When you look at him oddly because he can do stuff.

The whole day is spent with just Kuroo taking care of you. I mean, I guess. You both watched movies together, with you laying on your bed and Kuroo probably beside you or probably sitting on the edge, entertaining you with his ridiculous remarks and stuff. He’d also check on you from time to time. You wouldn’t notice but he’d peel off his eyes from the screen to see if you fell asleep or what. 

If not the movies, then I think YT videos! (I’m sorry I feel like I’m just writing this based off of my domestic routine HAHAHAH). Casually caressing your face, or checking your forehead. He’d also make sure the glass of water beside you is always full so he leaves you from time to time.

I also think Kuroo is a decent cook! So he can probably cook you porridge or chicken broth. You’d just be staring at him at the table while he cooked on your stove.

Okay, irrelevant but imagine Kuroo just staring at the pan, waiting for the food to boil, his right hand holding the spatula while the left is on his waist. Idk. That sounds like a cool sight to see :]]]]

He’d clean the dishes while talking with you. He’d share random stories because you’re not really in the mood to be talking and all that so he understands. The stories he’d share are probably just about Nekoma or Science facts or about his fascination for dogs.

Basically, Kuroo would become your nanny the moment he knows you’re sick. So when he had to leave because it’s getting late, he’d hug you (even if your sick is contagious!) and would remind you for the nth time when to drink your meds, what to do and to sleep early!

Even when he’s on the train, he would call you again in the disguise of ‘teasing’ you but in reality, he’s actually trying to check on you.

“What? Already missed me?” he joked.

“Kuroo, it was you who called.”

“I just had to call you because I feel like you’re missing me already. Anyways, are you on your bed now?”

IT’S SO SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ASBDASBHFHBADFAJF

[crystalas]

Blazing Blue part 3

warning: bit of blood, injuries and broken bones 

Chapter 3: Macaque attack!

They approached Sandy’s ship, the big blue fellow greeted them warmly and offered Red Son a cup of tea and a cat to cuddle. Red Son scared of what would happen to him if he said no to a hulking sailor with a mohawk accepted both and had to endure Tang and MK’s giggles as he soon became a literal hot spot for all the cats on the ship.

Sandy came back with a tray of tea to find cats swarming over Red Son who was trying very hard not to lose his temper, Sandy shooed most of them off.

“Sorry about that, cats can’t say no to a warm lap” he smiled.

“Clearly.”

“So, MK says you need a place to stay” Sandy asked as they sipped their tea.

“…did he say why?” he replied looking at MK.

“No, but I’m guessing you wouldn’t be sofa surfing if it wasn’t for a good reason, you’re free to stay here as long as you want!”

“Really? Just like that?” Red Son spluttered.

“Yeah, why not?” Sandy beamed but the conversation was interrupted as a green motor cycle suddenly appeared from the sky landed on the deck and Mai leapt off grinning like a little girl with a puppy.

“RED SON! I KNEW IT!” She cried triumphantly “I knew you couldn’t resist destiny; you’ve joined the side of good and became a hero! Well done you! I knew you had it in you…”

MK rushed over and grabbed the cat as Red Son leapt up screaming flames dancing over him as did. “I HAVE DONE NO SUCH THING!!”

“Then why are you here?”

“Get that hero nonsense notion out of your head right now! I have no intention of becoming a hero I’m just…just…”

“Taking a hiatus from evil?” Tang offered.

“YES! THAT!” Red Son confirmed angrily.

“Really?” another voice called out. “I heard you got disowned!”

Red Son froze, his fire flared up and died out as he spun around to see Macaque standing on the pier. He gave a smirk as he leapt over to the boat and walked over to Red Son. MK grabbed his staff and took a battle stance to the confusion of his friends who had never met this person before.

“W…what are you talking about?” Red Son stuttered.

“Well, what can you expect when your find out your failure of a son not only ran away from home but immediately bunked up with the apprentice of your sworn nemesis? I got to say I would’ve given you a chance to explain yourself but your dad was quick to get the word out that he disowned your pathetic butt.” he explained casually pacing back and forth in front of Red Son who clenched his fists, he glanced back at MK and the others painfully aware that his shameful secret was out. Rage bubbling in him at the fact that this Monkey King look-alike was bragging about it openly in front of him like it was the funniest thing ever.

“Red don’t listen to him…” MK started but was taken aback from the flames that erupted around Red Son as he leapt forward to strike at Macaque. Though Macaque effortlessly dodged all of Red Son’s attacks he always made sure he was in striking distance of the enraged demon, dealing out swift kicks and hits to not so much as hurt Red Son but to anger him further. They quickly made their way to cargo bay on the pier and was bouncing between crates and cranes but Red Son could never seem to get a chance to pin Macaque down.

“You don’t know anything about my father!” Red Son roared angrily between blasts of fire and attempted attacks.

“Maybe but I’m not blinded by delusion like you, wasn’t it you who freed him by bypassing Monkey King’s seal? Made all those cool robots and gadgets? You even made that sweet armour for him? Does he care?” Macaque taunted before vanishing from sight and reappeared behind Red Son and with a quick and powerful swipe from his shadow staff attacked him from behind. Red Son staggered forward to his knees and he heard a small ringing crack that seemed to run through his whole body.

“Nope, cos as far as your folks are concerned, you’re a failure as a demon, a mistake that they have to deal with for the rest of their lives…”

“Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP!” Red Son screamed, a pillar of flames erupting around him.

Meanwhile MK and his friends had rushed over to try and help.

“Who is this guy? Why does he look like Monkey King? What’s his beef with Red Son?” Mai asked.

“Not to mention why is he so determined to tick him off?” Tang exclaimed. “It’s like he wants him as angry as possible…”

“And also, why is Red Son’s back glowing?” Sandy asked, that got MK attention as his eyes glowed gold and could see the battle clearly. The symbol on Red Son’s back was glowing purple but as if a meter was filling up.

“Oh no…he’s trying to steal Red’s power!” MK cried and leapt into the fray but when he got close enough to attack, he was suddenly grabbed by several shadow monkeys holding him in place with his arms held out, he struggled to get free as a third appeared in front of him.

“Sorry kid, I can’t have you interfering with my plan. Tell you what? I’m just going to put you in a little time out” and before MK could ask what he meant the shadow Macaque swung down with his staff onto MK’s arm. A flash of pain quickly became a surging wave of agony as Macaque broke MK’s arm with ease.

That howl of pain broke Red Son out of his enraged state and he spun around to see MK fall to the floor with shadows swirling around, MK was holding his arm and sobbing in pain, his friends running to help. Macaque sniggered as Red Son looked on in horror.

“Hah hah hah! Really? Are you seriously concerned for Monkey King’s little protégé? That’s hilarious no wonder your family is ashamed of you!” Macaque laughed and twirling his staff as he headed to MK. “But hey if you want, how about I just kill him now? I’ll let you take the scraps back to daddy dearest maybe then he can look at you and not have to fight the urge to throw up!”

The ringing sound seem to get louder as another crack could be heard, Macaque looked back just in time to see an explosion of blue fire engulf the area and take on the form of a giant bull. Macaque beamed happily seeing in the centre of this creation was Red Son, blue fire streaming out of his eyes and mouth.

“I knew those rumours had to be true!” he cackled “I’m going to be taking that power of yours thank you!” and leapt forward only for the fire bull to head butt him with such force he was sent sprawling and he had to roll onto his feet as the infernal heat of two huge hoofs slammed down around him. He leapt up again to swing down his staff but it burned away before it even came close.

“Man, the True Fire of Samadhi is certainly worth the hype” Macaque chuckled, he rushed forward dodging the flames getting ever closer to Red Son to make that final strike and steal the power. Only to blindsided by a staff to the ribs which sent him stumbling off kilter and away from Red Son, he looked back at MK who with one arm hanging limply was gripping the staff with the other. Too late did he realise that he took his attention off Red Son before he was blasted into the sea by the roaring fire beast. It stood there for a second before evaporating into the air and Red Son fell to the floor with a heavy thump, he rubbed his head gingerly as he got up.

“MK are you ok?!” Mai cried out.

“Hold on let me get my med kit!” Sandy stated as he rushed back to his ship.

“Who was that guy?!”  

“Bad news…” MK spluttered “Very bad news”

Red Son staggered back to them as Sandy rushed over with a med kit, MK and the others looked up at Red Son as he approached.

“Dude what was that? That looked awesome! How come you’ve never done that before?” Mai asked. “I mean I’m glad you haven’t you would’ve kicked our butts if you could but why not until now?”

“Is MK, okay?” he asked.

“Just a broken bone, I’m out of the fighting scene for a while, but I’ll live!” MK grunted with a pain smile.

“I…I feel hot” Red Son muttered to himself.

“Yeah, you are! You were on fire figuratively and literally! You sent that Monkey King Rip off packing!”

“Red…Red are you ok?” Tang asked as he noticed that Red Son was now struggling to remain standing Tang gasped when he saw his face.

“Red! What’s wrong with you?” he cried, Red Son felt wetness on his face and put his fingers up to it, he pulled it away to see blood. The others froze in disbelief as blood dripped from Red Son’s eyes and mouth, he just looked at his hand blankly.

“I…I…don’t know…why…do I feel…so…hot…” with that the ground rushed up to greet him as he blacked out. The last thing he heard was MK screaming out his name.

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Monkey King lounged on his cloud enjoying the afternoon sun on his fur, he had to wonder if it was ok to let MK make that agreement with Red Son but if it meant that he didn’t have to deal with Demon Bull King’s half-baked son running around his mountain then he didn’t care. It wasn’t like MK hadn’t beaten him before anyway.

Not to mention it gave him time to cook up more lessons for when he gets back from his Truce Buddy play date, teaching was a lot more complex than he thought.

He opened his eyes when he sensed the presence of others nearby, he leapt down to investigate but relaxed when he realised, they were the familiar auras of MK and his friends. But that feeling quickly died when Mai ran in looking terrified.

“Monkey King we need your help, its urgent!” she cried as she gasped for breath.

“what’s wrong?” he said suddenly concerned, it wasn’t like MK friends to approach him like this.

“This Monkey King look-alike attacked and…” she began.

“Macaque? What happened?” he asked but before Mai could answer he dashed down to find MK, Monkey King gave a small sigh of relief when he saw MK walking through the temple with Sandy and Tang but that was quickly side stepped with a wave of rage as he saw his protégé was nursing a broken arm.

“What. Did. He. Do?” he snarled.

“Don’t worry about me, it’s…” MK began.

“Don’t worry? DON’T WORRY!? HE BROKE YOUR ARM!” He roared “I’m gonna kill him when I find him!” his nimbus flew to his side and he got ready to leap onto it when MK grabbed his cloak.

“Wait please!” MK begged which brought pause to the impulsive immortal, “we need your help with someone else…we didn’t know who else to turn to…” he gestured to Sandy who was walking tenderly with something no, someone in his arms. Monkey King strode over to see Red Son nestled in the giant’s embrace, his skin glisten with sweat, dried blood caked around his eyes and mouth and his breathing sounded painfully ragged and short, Red Son gave a grimace of pain and began to shiver.

“Bring him through and tell me EXACTLY what happened!” Monkey King demanded as he rushed through and began to rummage through his hut.

“Macaque attacked Red Son and I think he was trying to do to him what he did to me. I tried to stop him but Macaque just broke my arm…” MK looked up when he heard the smash of pottery to see Monkey King had accidently broken a jar in his grip. “But then…Red Son defeated him using a giant bull made of blue fire!”

Monkey King spun around to look at him.

“Blue fire? He used blue fire? Oh no this is not good!” he leapt up into the tree and began to grab peaches, jumping back down he began to mush them into a paste rapidly adding other ingredients faster than MK could register what they are.

“Why? What’s wrong with him?” MK glanced back at Red Son who Sandy had laid out on a blanket nearby. Red Son curled up clutching his stomach in pain as sweat poured off him.

“Go get water from the spring nearby, ice if you have it” Monkey King commanded to Sandy Tang and Mai “We need to bring his body temperature down!” they rushed to comply as Monkey King knelt next to Red Son.

“But…but’s he’s Red Son! The guy walks around on fire all the time why is it hurting him now?” MK asked feeling utterly helpless.

“Because he normally uses mortal fire to do it, that blue stuff is dangerous its fire in its purest form.” Monkey King explained sitting Red Son up and holding the bowl up to his lips.

“Drink up buddy this’ll help…”

Red Son groggily opened his eyes to see…a monkey…the monkey that attacked him! He gave a strangled cry and swatted him away, Monkey King darted back and grabbed the bowl before it could spill its contents. Red Son staggered to his feet but fell back on to his knees, blue fire rippling over him in defence.

“Get away from me!” he cried.

“Buddy I’m trying to help, if you don’t drink this, you’re going to roast yourself alive!” Monkey King declared and tried to pin him down but that just made Red panicked even more; weakly struggling to escape the Monkey King’s grip when that didn’t work engulfed himself in blue fire which cause Monkey King to flinch and back off momentarily. MK gave a gasp as he noticed Monkey King’s singed hands, he had seen Monkey King take on worse than a small fire and walk away unscathed, can this blue fire hurt the immortal warrior? This train of thought was broken when MK looked up to see Red Son scrambling away blindly looking for a way out.

“Get away! Don’t come near me!”

“Demon boy calm down!” Monkey King shouted and tried to grab him again but Red Son could see he was trapped and too weak to fight so just clung to the wall.

“I won’t let you!”

“Let me what? Help you?”

“I WON’T LET YOU STEAL THE ONLY PART OF ME WORTH HAVING!” Red Son screamed tearfully; Monkey King just stared at him as Red Son collapsed on the floor again the fire dying back to small embers around him. He coughed and spluttered and MK stared in disgust as blood splattered onto the floor.

“Monkey King…I think you’re scaring him” he said softly.

“I’m trying to help him why can’t he see that?” Monkey King demanded.

“He’s delirious or something, he can’t tell you and Macaque apart; he’s probably terrified because he thinks Macaque’s back to finish the job.”

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

“I’ll give him the medicine”

“Kid you’re not fire proof, if he flares up again broken bones will be the least of your concerns!”

“Let me try” MK said quietly and took the bowl off Monkey King and slowly walked up to Red Son who was trembling.

“Hey Red…it’s me” he said softly. “Remember? Truce Buddies? We were going to just hang out today and relax…” Red Son looked up at MK and he could see how absolutely ragged and worn out he was, he wasn’t sure if Red Son was trembling from the fever or pain or from the sheer terror of being utterly helpless in front of his sworn enemies.

“N…noodle boy? What…what’s going on? Every…everything feels hot and …it…it hurts…” he whimpered as he curled up again, MK knelt down in front of him.

“I have something that will help but you need to drink it ok?” MK explained holding it out, Red Son looked at it and took it, with shaky hands he brought it to his mouth to drink. He gave another wince before finishing the mixture.

“Did it help?” MK asked, Red Son clutched his sides and gave a staggered moan of pain. Monkey King approached quietly and picked him up. MK panicked when he noticed that Red Son had gone limp.

“Is he okay??!” he cried, Monkey King laid him back on the mat as Mai and the others brought two buckets of bagged ice and four of water. As they applied the ice around him, they could hear it sizzle and the ice began to quickly melt.

“The mixture should have numbed his pain and help heal him, hopefully he should be ok but for now all we can do is keep him cool and let him rest.” Monkey King explained as he looked at MK who was staring at Red Son’s body with tears in his eyes.

“Let’s get your arm sorted now, alright kid?”

“He’s going to be okay right?” MK asked in a strained voice.

“Like I said all we can do is wait…”

“Ok…”MK mumbled as the adrenaline finally wore off, he hit the floor as he collapsed from the pain.

[startreckobsessed]

Breaks

Pairing: Leonard x reader

Summery: You are injured on a mission and not thinking it's serious, fail to tell Leonard

Warnings: description of organ damage and my askew medical knowledge.

@jonesy201 thank you for requesting darling.

Your body tingles with warmth as you and the away team energise on the landing pad. The picture of your crewmates blur as your head spins. Medical was awaiting your teams arrival. Time slowed as Leonard's eyes trailing your body for injuries, his shoulders relaxing when he saw you had none. Or at least, that's what it seemed like.

Your mind became sharper and the fog in your mind dissipates. "Get him!" The words rushed out of your mouth and you spun around to the red shirt bleeding out onto the landing pad. One of your his teammates held his head in her lap as she keeled beside him.

Leonard and Nurse Chapel rushed forward and fell to their knees, Leonard snapped open his med kit, pulling out a scanner. Nurse Chapel stood and barked at one of the nurses "Go and get a gurney, now!" The nurse flinched and spun on his heels and ran for the med bay. Your head started to spin again and you focused on Leonard's face, letting him become your focal point. His eyebrows were mashed together, creating the little dip you loved between them. His mouth was set in a grim line as he scanned over the ensigns body.

"Move!" A voice barked, you threw yourself back against the wall so the stretcher could get through.

The ensign is loaded onto the hovering gourney and transported. Leonard gave you one last meaningful look over his shoulder and disappeared into the elevator with the ensign.

You forced a shaky breath through your nose and stepped off the pad, many people giving concerned looks at the gingerly way you moved. Sulu lifted a brow in silent question and Chekov turned to face you in his chair as you passed.

You waved off their concerned looks with a waning smile as you made it to the elevator and pressed the floor number to your quarters. You swayed slightly before the doors opened again and you made your way down the long hall of doors.

Every step sent a spike of pain from your side through you until you reached your door and typed in the security code. You trudged inside, black spots appearing in your vision.

You tugged off your utility belt and tossed it onto the bed, fully intending to scrub off the dirt and blood in the shower.

Suddenly the pain become crippling as you slid to the ground, you gasped for breath and clawed at your duvet trying to reach your communicator before the pain overpowered you, black spots spreading as unconsciously pulled you under.

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Leonards footsteps were a little more rushed than normal as he traveled down the corridors that led to your room, nodding to an ensign or two that he passed. He felt slightly ridiculous, he was sure you were going to tease him for over worrying.

The message from Hikaru had planted a seed of worry in the back of his mind. The itch to see you had turned him impatient, so with a laugh Christine had shooed him off and told him to "go check on his girl."

He huffed slightly at the memory, finally reaching your door and knocking. He shifted on his feet and cleared his throat. "Y/N? Can you open up Darlin?" Nothing. Panic started to build in his chest. His breathing picked up,

"Okay, I'm using medical override." He called, typing in his code. The door slid open.

His blood ran cold, blood rushed in his ears as he gasped, falling to the ground beside your still form. His shaking hands fumbled with his communicator until he got a hold of the med bay "Chapel I need a team in Y/L/N's NOW!" He put a hand on the back of your neck. "Hold on darlin', please." He begged softly.

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Little snippets of consciousness came to you.

Someone shaking your shoulders.

Someone shaking your shoulders and shining a light into your eyes.

A familiar voice calling your name.

Being lifted into a gurney.

Sleep.

When you came to, it was like emerging from water. Muffled voices that slowly become sharper, and you put faces to the voices, and names to faces.

Uhaura whispering soothing words to someone. You cracked open your eyes, retinas burning as you took in the scene. Nyota stands behind Leonard's hunched form, hands on his shoulders. His face was buried in his hands.

"Len." You croak and his face shoots up. He leans out of Uhauras hands and taking yours in his. "Hey darlin'. Your okay."

"I'll give you some privacy." she murmurs going out into the hall and joining Spock, who gives you a curt nodd. You do the same and Nyota chuckles, gently pushing him down the hall. Your eyes drift back to Leonard.

His face is lined with grief and you lift your free hand to cup his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans in for a brief second before sighing, hazel eyes devouring the sight of your face.

"How did you know?" You murmur. "Sulu messaged me during surgery, we got everything under control, Christine took over for me. He told me to check up on you."

He chuckled humorlessly "Your my girlfriend. They wouldn't let me operate. I had to sit out there, helpless." He stills. "Through I probably wouldn't have been much help anyways, I was so panicked I couldn't think straight."

"I'm sorry." You say. "I didnt.. think it was this serious. I thought I had just bruised my side." He shook his head, grip tightening on your hand in his. "You must have been running on adrenaline to make you numb to it, your rib had punctured your kidney." His eyes rimmed with tears and your throat tightened. You stroked his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

"For now on, after every mission, you report to med bay for routine scans. Okay?" An argument bubbles to your lips, bit you pause to see the exhaustian in his face "Okay." You relent.

"Thank you." He says, standing and bracing his arms on either side of your body on the bed. He leans down and brushes his lips to yours softly. Both your hands go to the tofts of hair at the back of his head as your lips move against each other.

After a few minutes he stoped and pulled your hand from his hair, turning to press a kiss into your palm. "Don't scare me like that." He whispers into your skin. "I'm sorry." You repeat, pulling him down by his neck to kiss his forehead. "I love you, Len."

"I love you too."

[smokahuntis]

Revenite

revenite

Pairing: Padmé x Fem!Reader x Anakin

Warning: threesome! Polyamory! Oral! Use of the force! Injury! Mentions of violence! Voyeurism! Other shit I probably forgot about!

Summery: (y/n) comes back from a terrible mission, and her two lovers comfort her.

Authors note: this is my first threesome guys, probably also the kinkiest thing I’ve written

(Y/n) was on her way back from mission, a mission that didn’t go anywhere near as planned. It was frustrating and difficult and she had lost R9 on the way. Her left arm was scorched from a lightsaber coming to close for comfort, and her Padawan had taken a terrible injury. She was ready to be home in bed with the two most comforting things In her life, Anakin and Padmé.

(Y/n) was a Jedi from Hoth, she trained along side Anakin with her Master, master Windu. When Padmé’s life was threatened they both were assigned to protect her. The three of them grew extremely close then. Of course Anakin and Padmé were much closer to start. But when Anakin was away with Obi-Wan and (y/n) had taken a fall, Padmé took care of her causing them to grow much closer. It was when Anakin returned from that mission did the three connect to each other the way they do now.

It’s dangerous, for all three of them, The two Jedi could risk everything they gave their life for if the council found out, and Padmé could loose her place in The Senate. But right now that did not matter, right now all the purple sabered Jedi cares about was getting her Padwan to a medbay and getting home.

It was very late when the ship landed, most of the planet was sleeping when she helped her young padawan to the medbay.

“But Master, I’m fine.” The young girl said looking at her master. (Y/n) sighed and look at her.

“Ire, you were barley walking when we left, now stop fighting it you’re going to the medbay.” She said as they entered the hospital wing of the temple, helping the small girl a nurse droid, she gave her young padawan one last look. “Don’t look at me like that, Ire...”

“I’m fine master!”

“Ire, you are not, I know you don’t want to believe what happened happened but it did and you need treatment, I’ll see you when you are healed.” Master (Y/L/N) said before leaving going to the large penthouse of Padmé’s the all called home.

Noticing how late it was she was quiet when she cane in, making her way to the large bathroom connected to the living area. She grabbed the med kit from under the sink before stripping herself of everything but her pants and chest wrappings. Looking down at her arm, singed, blackened from the heat of the lightsaber her enemy marked her with. It would definitely leave a scar. Cleaning it off and hissing at the burn, she started to wrap it, just as the door opened.

Padmé stood smiling at her, her smile was gentle and welcoming.

“You’re back early...” she said quietly before her eyes caught the burn on her partners arm. Before she could ask what happened (y/n) spoke.

“You consider this early?” She said pulling an eye roll from Padmé.

“What happened?” She questioned moving over taking the wrap from (y/n)’s hands, beginning to wrap her arm gently. She was so caring with her movements, so loving.

“Don’t worry about it.” (Y/n) said, her eyes were to focused on Padmé’s to notice Anakin enter the room.

“I am worried about it.” He spoke up looking at her, both women’s heads turn to look at him.

“Ani, I’m fine.” She protested causing him to narrow his eyes.

“Who did this to you?” He said moving behind her looking over her shoulder at the now wrapped wound, he moved the hair away from her neck letting his lips meet the skin in a gentle kiss. She couldn’t lie to him, it was a talent she never gained.

“County Dooku...” she said closing her eyes enjoying the soft kisses, Padmé’s hands moved up to the girls face making her look down at her once again, checking to see if she was alright.

Anakin kisses stopped as he heard her reply, a growl left his lips as he spoke in her ear. His words traveled to her core. She found it wrong given the words he spoke.

“I’ll make him pay for this.” He growled out, speaking before he thought. After coming back to her senses she turn quickly looking at him.

“Anakin that is not the Jedi way...” she said his eyes trailing down her body, then other she shoulder to Padmé, who started to undo the wrappings around the young masters chest.

“Nothing about us is the Jedi way, (y/n)” he said before shaking his head.

“Now let us take care of you...” Padmé said into her ear, the both had her riled up but her composure still remained.

“You don’t need to do that...” She said turn her head to look at the senator. Anakin’s fingers came up grasping her chin before pulling her to look at him once again.

“I don’t believe we asked.” He said before crashing his lips down to hers, all her walls and composure were thrown out into the wind. He kissed back moving her hands around his neck, Padmé’s lips came down to her neck kissing gently and nipping at the soft flesh. The Jedi’s right hand tangled into her hair and she let out a soft moan into Anakin’s mouth.

“We missed you.” Padme whispered before pulling her out of Anakin’s grip and spinning her around.

“I missed you too.” She said before crashing her lips down onto her lovers. Anakin took this as Opportunity to finish unwrapping (y/n)’s chest wraps, but she stopped him using the force.

“Let’s move this to our bedroom...” she said taking their hands, the gladly agreed, following her to the bedroom that wasn’t to far away from were they currently where.

As soon as they entered the room it was a frenzy of flying clothes, Padmé’s dress was first, tearing the seems of it and throwing it onto the floor. Anakin could sense the pent up anger within (y/n), but he knew she would soon release it, just as he undid her wrappings releasing her breasts. He stood behind her gripping onto them, playing with her perked you nipples as she leaned down taking Padmé’s into her mouth. Padmé let out a moan and tangled her fingers into the Jedi masters hair. Pulling her face away and looking at her.

“This is about you, (y/n)” she said kissing her lover gently.

“Padmé, nothing would please me more then pleasuring you...” she said, the statement made Anakin groan, not being able to take the confinement’s of his pants any longer he moved away undressing himself before helping (y/n) with her pants, leaving all three of them bare to each other’s gaze.

“Lay down.” He said pulling her by the waist back into him, her head fell back on to his chest and smiled, leaning up giving him a quick kiss before moving over to the bed.

Her back fell the the mattress quickly when Anakin waved his hand gently using the force to place her back. Padmé moved to her side quickly, kissing her lips passionately, tangling her fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. Anakin smirk seeing them, his hand coming down to pump himself slowly, while his other moved (y/n)’s legs apart. His eyes marveled at the soaking girl in front of him, he loved having them like this, one of them completely submissive while the others took over.

“Look at her Padmé...” he smirked running his finger threw her slit, collecting some of her juices before bringing it to his lips. “Sweet as ever.” He chuckled, the action caused (y/n) to moan. Padmé smiled watching him.

“I want to taste her, Anakin.” She said and he motioned his hand for her to go ahead.

“Go ahead,” he smirk, his hand running down the outside of (y/n)’s thigh. “Because in a few minutes I’m going to completely destroy it.” He said giving a light smack to her thigh causing her to jump a bit. Her hands reached over grabbing at Padmé’s leg, understanding she threw her leg over her head settling her also soaked cunt over (y/n)’s face. The Jedi’s hands came up grasping the senators ass, pulling her down to her. In unison licking a long stripe down each other’s dripping cores, soon they are sucking and diving into each other. Exploring one another like they were starving.

Anakin sat across from them pumping his cock slowly watching them, just as (y/n) was about to reach her first orgasm he stood up, not being able to last much longer himself. The sight of his two favorite girls drove him mad, he loved it, he’d do anything just to see it everyday, wake up to it even. He hated how busy (y/n) has become since she became a master and gained a Padawan. He hated not having them together, it wasn’t the same when she was gone.

He moved over to them lifting Padmé’s face away from the Jedi’s core, kissing her roughly, tasting their girl on her lips, intoxicating. Padmé sat up, officially sitting onto her face, but (y/n) didn’t mind, it was her favorite place to be, just to pull those loud moans from her every time they did that was enough to get her off alone. But feeling Anakin move his cock against her aching core caused her to buck her hips, chasing the feeling.

“Patiences, little one...” he said pulling her thighs up to his waist, slowly sinking himself into her causing her to let out a loud moan at the pure pleasure he gave her. The vibrations made Padmé’s legs buckled over her as she was already close, a loud moan leaving her lips as her hands reached back tangling into the Jedi’s hair.

“(Y/n)” she moaned gripping it tightly, just as Anakin started thrusting into her at a steady pace, her arms cane up wrapping around Padmé, one running up to meet her stomach, the other holding her thigh. They were all already close from the earlier actions, but see Padmé’s twisted face and hearing the moans Anakin could get from both of the women only drove him close her.

True to his word he started thrusting into her roughly, quickly. She loved it and he knew it. The moans she gave ended Padmé quickly, cumming without warning, to quickly to even register. (Y/n) lapped it up as Padmé fell by her side onto the bed tired, she still leaned over kissing the Jedi Masters chest to bring her closer to her own orgasm.

“Fuck, (y/n)” Anakin started, using the force to toy with her clit, causing her to arch her back feeling the coils in her heat up and tighten. “Come on Master, let me feel how wrecked you are” he said leaning down kissing her other breast. “Let us see you fall apart.” He remarked, and it was the end of her. She moaned loudly saying their names like a prayer as she came around him, her walls tightening and sending him into his own orgasm, releasing himself inside of her.

Soon after he fell to her side, both of them wrapping their arms around the Tired Jedi Master who could barley keep her eyes open from the intense orgasm. They both kissed her cheek as they watched her fall asleep, Padmé stood going to the bathroom getting wet rags and coming to clean them off.

“Look at her...” she began, moving hair away from her lovers face. “She almost looks peaceful like this...” she remarked as she finished cleaning them and covering them up, seeing the way Anakin looked at the sleeping Jedi bothered her.

“Is something wrong?” She asked as she laid with them, her arms moving around (y/n) once more. His eyes trailed down to (y/n) wrapped arm, fingers tracing over the wrapping, then moving to a scar the covered her rib cage, then her shoulder, planting small kisses on each of them.

“I worry one day she will not return to us, Padmé.” He said looking a crossed her to the senator.

“Don’t think like that, she always comes back...” the thought upset her deeply, she didn’t want to think about it but she knew deep down that he was right. One day she wouldn’t come back to them, but that day wasn’t today and so they will bask in her tonight.

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“Count Dooku escaped, I am sorry masters.” (Y/n) said bowing her head to them.

“There is no need to apologize, Master (Y/L/N), we are just glad you made it back alive.” Mace windu said looking at his old student, he was so proud of her in so many ways.

“If I may,” Anakin began pulling everyone’s eyes to him. “It seems Count Dooku has gotten stronger, seeing as he has bested one of our greatest Jedi.” He said motioning towards (y/n), she had to compose herself to not let anything out to the council, but how she loved the compliment. “I believe he should be our top priority.” He declared, the rest of the council agreeing with the claim.

“I could lead a small task force of Jedi on taking down County Dooku.” General Kenobi said, yoda nodded.

“A good idea that is,” he said looking at Kenobi.

“Master Skywalker will second him.” Yoda said, but Anakin followed up almost instantly.

“Given Master (y/l/n) has the most experience In his tactics, I believe she should second General Kenobi on this.” He said sticking up for her, knowing she always want to be a general, and this task would help her get to it. The rest of the council agreed with the statement, yoda looked at her.

“Do you accept this task?”

“As long as my padawan can join me, I’ll do anything to take down Count Dooku.” She said and the council finished quickly after.

(Y/n) and Ire, were just leaving the council chambers, when she heard Anakin’s voice in her head. Three words he’d never said to her, three words he hasn’t even said to Padmé, those three words melted her heart.

“I Love You”

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[yikesharringrove]

oh god okay feel free to ignore this if you want, idk? but um ive been really struggling with eating lately (like i just kinda panicked about the thought of eating?) and you're really good at writing all this kind of stuff so maybe billy struggling with eating after starcourt (for medical and mental reasons) and steve helping but still bring gentle and encouraging (totally okay if this is a sensitive for you or if you don't want to write it 💕)

This is pretty heavy.

Under the cut for medical stuff, disordered eating, talks of throw up (nothing graphic), me projecting.

The first bit under the cut is my medical story, so skip that if you would like.

Read on Ao3

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So, oof. A little background. I spent three years misdiagnosed when I was young. I was so sick and in so much pain (one of my organs had literally died) that I couldn’t eat. If I did, I was in such severe pain I would throw up. I was 5 feet tall and weighed 62 pounds. If I had lost 2 pounds, I would’ve had an intestinal feeding tube. The doctors thought I just had an eating disorder from doing ballet. They would look at my chart, see another chronic illness I have, and blame my pain on that. They found what was wrong BY ACCIDENT and fixed it within a few hours in one (1) surgery.

So this is based largely on that.

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He pushed the mashed potatoes around the plate.

“I thought hospital food was supposed to be like, bad. This is pretty alright.” Steve had wolfed down the plate he had gotten himself, not paying much attention to how the plate he had brought Billy was still full.

“Yeah. It’s okay.” He had taken one bite.

He felt fucking sick.

The thought of food, of something in his sore stomach, made him want to hurl.

“You’re not eating?” Steve’s eyebrows were scrunched up, concerned.

“Don’t feel too good.”

“Would something sound better? I could get you whatever you wanted.”

“Um, just like a ginger ale or something. Then I’ll try eating again.” That was his go-to. Ginger ale or Sprite, the carbonation helped his stomach enough that he could force some food down for a while.

Steve got him a few cans from the vending machine.

He ended up taking three bites of potato.

-

Steve made dinner when he finally got to come home.

They had decided he would move in with Steve, “live” in the bedroom across the hall, but they both knew he would be spending the most time in Steve’s room.

He had just made buttered noddles, nothing that would be hard on Billy’s weak stomach, but he had made the noodles from scratch.

And Billy was just staring at them.

“You feeling okay?”

“Just, uh, you know. Stomach’s kinda off.” Steve got him a can of ginger ale from the fridge, slid it to him with a bright smile.

The gesture was sweet, but Billy just didn’t want to risk it.

Every night he spent heaving into the toilet, it made his muscles seize and hurt. It made his throat burn for hours, made him feel like he was wasting away to nothing.

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He always used the same hole on his belts.

He knew it was the right one from the way the leather was stretched a bit, the buckle leaving indents on it.

But that was too big now.

Did nothing to hold up his pants.

His pants that used to fit.

He tightened his belt.

Two notches. He was two notches thinner.

-

Billy could hear the blender when he woke up.

He was curious as to what Steve was doing, what the fuck he was blending up.

He came downstairs, found Steve with grocery bags all around the kitchen.

“Hey! I’ve been doing some research.” He poured the thick smoothie into a blender. “I think this might be easier for you to eat and keep down. There’s protein powder and some ginger, that should help keep your stomach calm, and spinach and some fruit and stuff.” Steve was fidgeting with his hands.

“Thank you.” Billy sat down with it.

Steve let him take his time, let him drink it in tiny sips.

He was about halfway through when he threw it all up.

-

Billy hadn’t eaten in two days.

But he also hadn’t thrown up in just as long.

Steve poked a plate of plain toast towards him.

Billy stared at it.

Steve sighed.

“Will you just, take one bite? For me?”

He took the smallest bite he possibly could.

Steve let him wait ten minutes before he pushed the toast back towards him.

They continued that until Billy finished the toast, waiting a while between each bite in order to make sure it wasn’t on it’s way back up.

He kept it down almost the whole night, until the pain in his stomach flared again and he was heaving into the large mixing bowl Steve kept next to the bed.

-

Billy was laying on the bed, curled into himself, clutching his stomach.

Steve had been behind him almost all day, rubbing his back, talking in a low soothing voice.

He left when there was a pounding on the door. He left the door open, Billy could hear Max’s voice.

“Jesus, Max. You’re a mess.”

“It’s, it’s raining. And I fell.”

“Why were you skateboarding in the rain?”

“I um, I remembered, whenever Billy felt sick, he liked eating lime popcicles, and I went to Melvald’s, and I got some.”

She sounded hysterical.

“Alright, thank you, Max. Thank you. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He heard them coming up the stairs, going into the bathroom on the landing he kept the first aid kit in.

They were in there for a while before Steve came in, talking in that soft voice he always uses.

“Billy, Max is here.”

It felt like a feat for him to roll over.

Her knees were bandaged up, and her face was splotchy.

“Hey, Shitbird.”

“You look like shit.” He huffed a laugh.”

“Feel like it, too.” Her lip trembled. He didn’t want that. “Hey, thanks for the popcicles. Can I get one? Lime, right?”

“Yeah. Lime.” Steve helped him sit up, gave him one of the popcicles.

It tasted good, and the cold was nice on his throat.

And he even kept the whole thing down.

-

Steve was standing next to Billy as they waited for the doctor.

He had lost nearly thirty pounds since he’d been home. His muscle was nearly entirely gone.

“Steve, just, play it cool.”

“I will not.” He had his pissed off mom face on, and Billy knew he had no qualms about yelling at a doctor.

“Steve, this is just, my life now.”

“No. I refuse to accept that.”

“You yell at Owens every time we’ve come in for the past four months, Steve.”

“And I’m gonna keep yelling until shit gets fixed.”

There was a rap on the door before Dr. Owens let himself in.

“You need to help him.” Billy huffed as Steve started in immediately.

“Um, good morning to you both.” Dr. Owens looked between the two of them.

“Billy can’t eat without throwing up. Look at him. He’s fucking wasting away.”

“Steve-”

“No. I can’t take it anymore. There is something fucking wrong. It is your job to fix it.”

Owens’ eyes were wide, Steve was on a roll.

“Every day, every day he can’t eat anything. He won’t because he’s in pain, and he’d rather not eat than throw everything up. And you need to help him.”

Owens was quiet.

“Let’s run some tests.”

-

Billy was in imaging within a few minutes. He had an x-ray done of his abdomen, and Owens ordered several blood tests.

They were in another room, Billy was having an ultrasound done of his entire stomach.

The tech was looking at his intestines, finding everything normal.

“Look, you’re already doing all this, can’t you just kinda, poke around?”

“I’m not sure-”

“Just kinda,” Steve made a vague wiggling gesture around Billy’s stomach.

She gave him a look.

But she sighed, moving the wand up his body.

“Huh?”

“Wait, what’s huh?”

“Um, excuse me.” She left in a hurry.

“Wait, you think they found something?” Billy’s eyes were side.

“If they did, and I was right, you’re never gonna hear the end of it.” Billy rolled his eyes.

The tech returned with an older woman, pointing at the screen and discussing in low voices.

And then the doctor was leaving again, and the tech was wiping his stomach.

“So, we’re going to prep an operation room. We’re going to have you in there as soon as we can.”

“Wait, what?”

“His gallbladder is infected.” Steve was fucking grinning when he turned back to Billy.

“So, I was right?”

“Steve, read the room. Surgery.”

“Oh, fuck.”

-

Steve was biting his nails.

The chairs in the waiting room were stiff and uncomfortable.

They were given the run down. Billy’s gallbladder had become infected. Probably due to the traumatic situation of his injuries and the many surgeries it took to put him back together.

It was almost completely dead inside his body, causing severe pain and all the vomiting. The doctor had explained that his rapid weight loss had probably only hurt it more.

They said it would take about two hours to remove.

Steve had been staring at the large clock as the two hours clicked by.

It was creeping up on two and a half, and he was getting fucking antsy.

He scrambled to his feet when a nurse called him back.

“You family?”

“Yeah, I’m his brother.” It was easier to lie. He needed to see him.

“He should be waking up very soon. It’s easier if there’s family. His surgery went well, the surgeons were able to remove his gallbladder with no other complications. He may be in pain and delirious when he wakes up, put that will pass, and we can give him more medicine if he needs.” They had stopped in front of a nondescript door.

Steve let himself in, taking the seat closest to Billy’s bed, taking his hand. His eyes were already blinking slowly. He smiled softly when he saw Steve.

“Pretty,” his voice was soft.

“Hey, Baby. I’m right here for you.”

“Thanks for, thanks for fightin’.” Steve smiled back at him, running a hand through his hair.

“Of course, Bill. I’ll always fight for you.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too.” Billy smiled again. “You feelin’ okay? Need more meds?”

“Nah. Feelin’ good. Feelin’ high.”

“Yeah, they gave you the good drugs.”

“Good drugs.” He laid back in the pillow, his eyelids looking heavy.

“Go to sleep if you’re tired, Bill.”

“Don’t wanna. Wanna see you.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up again.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Steve kissed his hand.