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meowzfordayz · 3 months

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hashira accidentally touch your chest

Author’s Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. 😆💖

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast

~faqs~

Fyi, “chest” means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included “boob” in the title lmao. 😉

Shocked 😳😖

“I apologize, [y/n]-san, it won’t happen again!”

Gyomei’s nearly in tears, he feels so terribly 😞

“These things happen!” you promptly assure him, “Besides, you technically won the bout.”

No need to mention that he always wins when training together 🥲

“I cannot accept such a tainted victory.”

“Himejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, there’s truly no issue.”

Meanwhile, Gyomei’s rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyone’s boob(s) again 💀

In cold disbelief 😐😐😐

If you don’t say anything, then he won’t say anything

Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die

Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast

He swears his hand doesn’t even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom

Your boob must be ✨magical✨

“Iguro-san,” you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, “Is something on your mind?”

“No.” 😐😐😐

Well okay then 🙃

“About what happened earlier…”

🫨🫨🫨 <— Obanai is FREAKING OUT

“… Iguro-san, I didn’t mind.”

And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!

Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow 🫡 (the poor man’s been pleasantly overwhelmed)

He’ll avoid you for eternity now 😌 (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)

She giggles 🤭

Lol

“Oh my! [y/n]-san, I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately!” 😅

“No worries, it happens.”

Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but that’s okay!

Mitsuri’s blushing too

A lot 😳

“I hope I didn’t hurt you?!”

Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! 😭

She’s well aware of her own strength

“You barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!”

Phew!

She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours

“Don’t tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!”

“Kanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.”

I wish it would happen again… <— lowkey both of you thinking the same thing 🤪

As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where you’re wounded) touching your boob isn’t entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic

Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection 😔

And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest 😒

“You should make a full recovery,” she’s all business, “The demon avoided your nipple and didn’t puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,” fortunately, you’re too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, “It has a nice shape. I’m glad you survived.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! 😃🫠

Now you’re kinda embarrassed

More so preening, really 🤭

It’s like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but you’re still caught off guard because who tf compliments someone’s kidneys or bowels movements or?????

In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too… gotta make sure you’re matching in (nice) shape, y’know? 😌

Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his

“I APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!” <— how he could react 💀

“Pardon my slip, are you okay?” <— how he actually reacts, because he isn’t entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum 😆

“Oh,” you don’t mean to squeak, but it can’t be helped when the most handsome man you’ve ever known just casually grazed your boob, “I’m fine! Totally fine! Haha!” 🫨😵‍💫🫠

You’ve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself 😕

He’s a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction

Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?

He doesn’t realize you’re flustered; he assumes you’re mortified 😖

“You sound decidedly less than fine.”

He’s softer now, worried about startling you 🥺

“I was surprised! But don’t worry! I’m not worried!”

Okaaay, but he’s worried 🥲

“Is there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?”

Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman 😭😍

“Rengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. I’m not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.”

Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him 😮‍💨😁

“Ah. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.”

…

Hold up 🧐

Why does she seem… she seems… disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??

You’ve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder 🤔

After all, he isn’t entirely oblivious 😉

“Are you going to apologize?” Sanemi demands

“For what?” you screech

“For touching my hand with your boob!”

Your eyes roll, “Oh fuck off!”

“I didn’t ask to touch you,” he grunts

“I wouldn’t have given you permission anyway,” you retort 😒

Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, “Well I didn’t give mine either!”

“You’re ridiculous. It was an accident.”

You seem genuinely pissed 😬

Sanemi rethinks his approach

“You know I’m joking, right?” 😅

“Nooo,” your sarcasm cuts deep, “I thought you were flirting.” 😐

Uh 😀

Well 😃

Shit 😄

“Fuck you!”

When in doubt, curse ‘em out 💀

You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, “Fuck you!”

“I said it first.” 🙄

You stalk away, fed up with his antics

#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it

As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesn’t hit until you’re almost asleep

“WAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!” 😳🥴😭

Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap 😤😎

(assuming you’re older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)

Neither of you make a fuss about it

It’s like accidentally calling your teacher mom 😬

Or grabbing a random person’s hand in the supermarket thinking they’re your parent 🫣

Embarrassing, but not a huge deal — unless you make it one

There’re those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops 🫠

And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality 💀), and it’s over

^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then you’re able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved

Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up

As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldn’t be any lasting harm

⚠️I also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidences⚠️

Hehehe

Giyuu’s hand is stuck 🫣

Only for like, a fleeting second

But omg 😭

He was already embarrassed, and now he’s triply embarrassed 🫠🫠🫠

“... Tomioka-san?”

You won’t lie; you aren’t especially bothered 🤭

But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob 😬

#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isn’t super realistic #forgive me

You’re about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away

And then he remembers his manners 🙃

He offers you a hand

His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori

He’s never washing it again

#closet perv

“Thanks,” you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground

You hope he can’t hear your heartbeat 💓

He definitely can 😶

But can you hear his?

“I don’t think we should train together anymore.”

Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions

“Why?”

Your question comes out stiffer than intended

He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone — the longing

“I always beat you,” he explains lamely, “Don’t you get tired of losing?”

You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand

Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <— Giyuu is in shambles 😳

“I could never lose!” you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, “Not when I’m with you.”

Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction

Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play 😕

Instead, Giyuu’s rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours

“Well alright then,” he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze

In fact, you swear he squeezes back 💓

“EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!” 😤😤😤

“You have three wives.” 🙄

Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, “I already have plenty of breasts to touch!”

“Tengen,” you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, “You touched my boob.” 😒

“AND I’M SORRY!” 😭

Much better 😌

“I don’t know what they see in you,” you scoff (you’re also lying, you can see plenty🤭), “They’re gorgeous… and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.” 💀

Tengen is 100% pouting now

“I don’t freak out when I touch their boobs,” he huffs

“Well aren’t they lucky.” 😐

“You could be lucky too!”

…

Tengen starts running

You give chase

“DID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?”

Tengen runs faster

“TENGEN!!!!!”

Tengen runs faster and faster

You give up

*insert gasping for air here*

“DO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEY’RE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!”

Oh well, you’ll have to visit their estate sometime this week 🙃

You’re sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma ☺️

And you can’t wait to see more of Tengen 😏😋

Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens 🥴

#hashira x reader #headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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katz-chow · 6 months

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deranged!reader & her task force (katz's version)

me & ur mother @moongreenlight are genuinely insane. this is basically us if it even care 😞

a/n: fem!reader all military names fake, processes fake; mostly it'd be classified, not just not done...well we wouldn't know for sure. medical shit also real. i’m in both of those fields irl. no i am not a swifty

clinically insane reader doesn’t rampage kill. art has many mediums; regular people choose acrylics, watercolor, culinary, pottery…reader chooses murder. it’s a meticulous process that depends on the person, it’s slow, drawn out. which makes her a great torturer. thing is, she was part of SEAL team tango-8 but focused more on SARC stuff (search and rescue). she knows her way around a suture kit—and, fortunately, surgical instruments.

laswell knew reader for two reasons: odd separation orders and her confirmed kill count. there was barely anything documented about her medical discharge which was weird because 98% of the military is just paperwork (a fucking pain btw). only thing noted was “medically discharged” and “0% disability”. her confirmed kill count? 43. happy to be back in uniform, she skips around the hallways to price, giving him a giant hug and a kiss on the cheek, whispering threats in his ear. “if you ever discharge me, i’ll dip you in concrete to be my custom statue.” a sickeningly sweet smile follows. as he furrows his brows in confusion and bit of horror.

soap tries really hard to like her and he really does. she's so sweet and always tries to include him in things and bakes him cakes and always somehow includes almonds, joking how it's actually just cyanide. soap laughs until he sees her have actual cyanide in the kitchen, carefully dropping it into the batter with an eyedropper. then a tsp of almond extract. it wasn't enough to hurt or kill anyone, but it scared him

he told ghost and ghost goes and investigates. then he sees reader one night, cleaning her instruments, different mallets, scissors, blades and knife handles etc. and they are pristine...not surgically pristine but definitely floor grade. he continues to watch her at 2100, without fail, and cleans her surgical instruments. until he sees her missing from her barracks from her open curtains. he goes and finds her carefully dressing a man like a buck. she sees him and smiles at him beckoning him closer. after he puts an end to that, with cuts and bruises, he goes and tattles to price. reader crying in the prison about how much she'll "miss her uniform" price and laswell speak about it and they finally know what the fuck us going on. they send her out on the field.

its just gaz, a few recruits, and reader in a safehouse. they've captured one prisoner, a soldier of the pmc against them. he's tied to a chair and after gaz runs over his psychological warfare in him. gaz fails and tiredly beckons for reader to come in. he finds her staring dead straight ahead, looking like she was falling asleep with her eyes wide open. he slowly calls out her name, no response. he calls again, same outcome. he taps her on her shoulder and her eyes fall into a "normal" state and smiles brightly at him, "my turns?!" gaz films it, the blood, the slow agony-per laswell and price's request reader starts to skin the soldier. starting with just a silly little joke about cuticles and then it goes higher and higher, the piece of skin never tearing. it's superficial, it barely draws blood. "does that hurt? don't worry, i'll help!" she blows cold air onto the exposed skin, drying out his flesh slowly while the blood keeps it from fully drying. gaz gulps, the camcorder on a tripod next to him. "it's okay, you're not going to die. and if you do...i'll make use of you, no waste! promise! gaz, can you pass me the kerrison rongeur, please?" gaz scrambles around in her kit, metal and metal clinking together in the heavy duty box. "the fucking hole puncher, gaz." she screams at him, causing him to jump. he finds the long, gun-like instrument, its blade pokes and punches together. he hands it to her, the work end first. she yanks it from him, nails scratching his hand in frustration, but that same smile on her face. she takes small chunks of flesh from the man, blood gushing and pools. she digs dipper until she hits an artery, blood splattering over them all. "the mosquito! give the fucking mosquito." she screams as the man in front of them bleeds out. she launches for it in her box and clamps down. the man half awake. gaz's chest heaves up and down, his face in shock and fearful freeze. reader storms out, face falls flat, no more smile, no brows furrowed, just a dead stare in front of her. "pieces of shit, human bodies are."

laswell pulls out any psych eval documents she can find. she finds exactly one set of documents: your medical discharge. price shows ghost and they stare at the replaying video on his monitor. the image of a wide, blank-eyed reader, hair and face dripping with crimson blood, a small clamp clicked to close an artery. they keep her. soap is the one who finds your bloody kit left in your barracks. chunks of flesh, blood, bone... and other bioburden seemingly never there at all. the shiny chromium finish looking as if they were never used at all. reader who failed out of medical school because of the lack of moral and ethics her professors and physcians saw in her. they banned her from residency.

"can i...have him..? please?" "why would you want an execution order? aren't you an interrogator?" "i want to see the peristalsis!" "the fucking what?" "how his intestines move in his body and squirm around like snakes!!!" she dissects the man in a way only a careful surgeon could. doyen clamps closed off certain sections as she sits and animates the movement on her ipad. the man inhales and exhales evenly, a bandage over his throat, eyes wide and dry from the lack of tears.

soap, as empathetic as he is, sees reader in chow, sitting by herself as she stares dead ahead, mind clouded in thoughts. her arms moves a bit, twiddling her thumbs under the table. he sits down across from her, her gaze staring pass him, face unreadable and almost bored looking. "you alright bonnie?" reader's face smiles, her eyes still dead and still as they lag behind the smile she puts on. her eyes squint. "yeah! why?" "twiddling your thumbs there, anxious about your second mission?" she puts her cupped together hands onto the tabletop. her hands unclasp. she twirls the severed thumbs around. "just a lot on my mind, yeah..."

"can i have it?" reader asks when she sees gaz's shiny teeth.

reader takes interrogations very seriously, taking souvenirs for herself. a finger carefully dried out, teeth, an ear, hair, vital organs in formaldehyde, eyes into earrings, tendons as rings and bracelets.

she gave price a birthday present which included a human heart, dried and shrunk in a glass displayed case. "made it myself", she says. "...on your own time, my love?" "yes, never company time!" his birthday is not public imformation.

ghost was missing a pow. he asks reader. "where is he?" "who?" "the prisoner..." "i let him go." "why the fuck would you do that?" "i'm going hunting, do you want to join? we can dress him in the field!"

"i got you flowers, ghost, for your mother's grave." "how the fuck do you know about that?" "you told me!" "i fucking didn't! now tell me who the fuck told you that shit?!" "you did, don't be silly. you told me over a glass of scotch...or many glasses actually!" she giggles as he slams her against the wall.

price wakes up one night, the spine-chilling feeling of a pair of eyes stalking him. he picks up the gun from his nightstand, clicking off the safety. he blinks a bit, vision clearing and seeing a figure in the shadowy corner. "go back to sle-" her body is slammed against the wall, gun to her head. "go to bed, price." "what...are you doing here?" price breathes out, trying to steady his racing heart, popping the gun back to safety. "wanted a piece of your hair."

gaz finds reader in his room after work one day, reader sweeping his house. he changed the locks within a week, locking all external doors and windows. reader leaves him breakfast every morning still. he trashes it after the cyanide incident. he wakes up to reader with a plate of eggs and toast over his bed. "please eat it and don't waste food :("

the task force lives their day to day lives with the feeling of impending doom, paranoia, and a feeling of dread washing over them all at once whenever they catch a glimpse of you. they beg price to remove you, but price would rather not be covered in cement while still alive.

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killersbasement · 2 years

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slashers with a nurse s/o

it says nurse but you could also just imagine that they have a s/o whos really caring and knows medical stuff...

characters included : micheal myers, jason voorhees, bubba sawyer, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, billy lenz, pyramid head

warnings : mentions of small injuries, but nothing graphic or intense

micheal myers

he might get injured sometimes when a victim tries to fight back

doesn't see it as a big deal (he barely even feels it most of the time) but thinks its amusing when you insist on patching him up

he's not a terrible patient to deal with but isn't exactly cooperative either

won't punch you in the face for trying to help him but also won't help you in any way

secretly likes being cared for shhh

jason voorhees

definitely scratches himself up a lot when he's walking around the forest

also depending on the timeline he's a zombie so...

you have your work cut out for you

very cooperative and appreciative when you ask to help him

tries so hard to sit still that he ends up fidgeting more than usual

he's trying his best

usually he'll go out after you bandage him up and they're already ruined and peeling off

he picks at bandages a lot so they won't stay put for a long time

bubba sawyer

doesn't exactly have access to healthcare

the best he's got is drayton patting him on the back and telling him to walk it off, junior

so when you come around, notice he's got quite a few unhealed injuries, and start fussing over him...

he gets very flustered

fidgets and moves around a lot while you're patching him up, but it's not too big of an inconvenience

from then on he's lowkey happy whenever he gets injured because it means you're gonna help him again

thomas hewitt

he's slightly better at taking care of himself than bubba

when he gets injured he just puts bandages on it then moves on

most of his injuries get infected but he does not care

you do though!!

doesn't really get the point at first when you convince him to let you patch him up

it feels better after, but he also just likes having your attention for a while

definitely wants you to do it again but is embarrassed to ask

brahms heelshire

he scratches himself up in the walls a lot just sneaking around

doesn't really notice, he's used to it

when you decide you need to tend to his very minor wounds he's hyped

definitely plays it up so you have to care for him more

will pretend it hurts way more than it actually does

insists that you kiss them better and won't stop complaining until you do

after that he might intentionally walk past nails sticking out of the walls just so he has an excuse for you to fuss over him again

billy lenz

he gets splinters from the floorboards in the attic a lot

also he's generally kind of clumsy and scratches himself on stuff a lot

he complains about them but doesn't really expect you to do anything about it

when you bring a pair of tweezers over to pull out his splinters he starts giggling manically

it's very hard to get him to sit still, but usually keeps the body part you're trying to focus on still

so if you're pulling a splinter out of his left hand it's gonna be totally still while his right hand is all over the place fidgeting

is all over you with thank you's when you're done

pyramid head

naturally gets injured sometimes on the job

also his shoulders are a mess, back pain out the wazoo from that giant knife

give him a massage some time

ANYWAYS he gets little injuries a lot but doesn't even notice them most of the time

but you still insist on helping him

at first he thinks its kind of annoying, he doesn't need help, but then he decides he likes having you fuss over him for a while

also just likes when you're touching him

he's still as a corpse, very cooperative

#micheal myers #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #brahms heelshire #billy lenz #pyramid head #micheal myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #billy lenz x reader #pyramid head x reader #slashers #x reader #headcanon

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spockfallsinlove · 11 months

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Prompt: Spock’s hands are injured and since Vulcan hands are so sensitive he can’t help but cry about it

"Shit," Jim is saying, over and over, as he digs the salve out of his bag. "Shit, hang on, shit—"

Spock, for his part, is biting down on his cheek so hard that he tastes blood, his hands held out in front of him and shaking. The burns aren't severe, but the pain is enough for his telepathic bonds to be burned themselves.

The storm rages outside the cave they've found themselves in. Lightning had struck as they were running to find shelter, causing a fire. Jim was trapped and Spock didn't give it a second thought when he pulled the burning debris off of Jim, his hands scalding from the embers.

"Jim," he croaks out, his voice shaking despite his best efforts. He doesn't know what he's asking for.

Jim uncaps the salve, hands steady as he scoops out a dollop. "This will hurt," he says. "I'm sorry."

Spock grits his teeth and lets out a small cry of pain as Jim, as careful as he is, painfully applies the salve to the burns dotting Spock's fingertips. Jim then wraps each finger in medical tape, wincing at every hiss and sharp breath that Spock takes.

"The comms," Spock manages to get out, "are they—"

"Still down because of the storm." Jim sits back on his heels, face pale and drawn. He wipes his forehead with his arm. "Damn it, Spock. I'm sorry."

"It's of no consequence," Spock lies, biting down harder on his cheek. The pain is mounting; not just the burn, but the lack of feeling he has in his hands. It's like he's been thrown into the dark with nothing but fire and pain to accompany him.

Something in his face must betray the true extent of his pain because Jim suddenly looks stricken, eyes wide. Spock realizes, belatedly, that there are tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What can I do?" Jim asks, his voice steadier than the panic Spock sees in his eyes.

"I cannot—" Spock sucks in a breath. Tries to steady himself, unsuccessfully. "Without touch..."

Jim nods, like he understands. With Spock, he always seems to understand. "Your telepathy. It's dependent on your hands."

"Yes. It's..." Spock squeezes his eyes shut at another wave of pain. "The burns are painful. But the lack of connection to my environment may be... worse."

Jim grips Spock's wrists, which are undamaged from the flames. It's like a balm over Spock's wounds; an anchor in the darkness. Jim's expression is intent. "What about my touch? Does it help?"

Spock could sigh with relief. It's like he's found home again, after groping in the dark for so long. "Yes," he says, gratefully.

Jim's hands grip just a fraction tighter, his fingers imprinting into Spock's skin. "Then I will continue to do so, as long as you need it."

The pain is already receding, Spock falling into the comforting warmth that is Jim's presence. "That may be a very long time," he says, a little more honestly than he would like.

Jim smiles. He releases one of Spock's wrists, but only to run a thumb across Spock's temple. "Forever, if you need it," he promises softly.

#i hope this is ok!!#i turned it into hurt/comfort because i'm a sucker for it lol #spirk #space husbands #my writing #thank you so much for the prompt!!!!#also if this totally fucks up the current facts on vulcan anatomy my only defense is that i have not kept up on current st canon AT ALL

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feelbokkie · 7 months

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Sorry, Right Number | Chapter 20 (end)

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, sex joke, mention of death

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

word count: 3,740

screenshot count: 12

taglist: closed

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Bonus content unlocked: Memes

You squeeze your eyes shut in pain as you quickly wake up. The pain medication the nurse administered hours ago wearing off again, shocking your system awake. You can hear the once gentle rhythmic beeping of your heart rate speed up ever so slightly, a tale-tell sign that you’re still in the hospital. You hear some shuffling around beside you.

“Topher, if you use that call button again, I will hurt you.” Your voice croaks. You’ve barely used it the entire time you’ve been in the hospital.

“You’re in pain, Y/n,” He says softly, hovering his hand over the call button.

“I want to be awake for more than 20 minutes, Chan. That car didn’t kill me, being in pain for an hour surely won’t.” You groan, trying to slightly adjust your position in your hospital bed.

“That’s not funny,” He says seriously. You crack your left eye open to find Chan pouting while leaning back in his chair.

“Damn, guess I broke my funny bone in the accident,” You laugh, immediately wincing in pain. Chan sits up quickly, just watching you, not sure how to help. He’d take your pain away from you if he could.

But he can’t do anything, no matter how much he wants to. He can't say anything publically no matter how much he wants to in regards to your relationship and what happened to you. He can't get the people who are saying nasty things about you online to stop. He can't find Hana and make her hurt as much as you are right now. And because of all that, he feels guilty.

"Why do you keep making jokes?." He asks calmly, confused about how you could be joking around like your life wasn't turned upside down.

"Because I want to see you smile," You shut your eyes in pain again as you try to adjust your body, "And if I don't joke, I will cry and get so fucking angry." Chan gets up from his seat and helps you sit up, using the remote to move the bed for you.

"I'm not smiling while you're laid up in a hospital bed because of me." He says quietly as he helps you with your pillows.

"How about a quickie?" You joke.

"What is wrong with you?" You watch as Chan's ears turn red before he quickly finishes and retreats to his chair.

"Really? Not even the sex joke gets you? What happened to my To-To?"

"You nearly died," He mumbles under his breath. You're sure he said it quietly so he wouldn't hear you, so for his sake, you drop it.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, not sure what to say. Now in your upright position, you open your eyes and look around the room. You have a private room, probably thanks to Chan. It's bright, the midday sun shining through the hospital room. A small pile of stuff sits in the corner of the room. Chan's things, he's practically lived with you in the hospital since you were moved out of the ICU. Before that, you overheard some of the boys talk about how he slept in the hotel lobby. His makeshift bed sits neatly by the window. He moves it closer when it's time for him to sleep so he can be close enough to you yet far enough away in case the nurses or doctors need to visit.

"Where's my mom?" You ask suddenly, remembering that Chan wasn't the only one staying with you.

"Oh, now you worry about your mom? Not when you were offering a quicky?" He cracks a small smile, but only briefly. You nearly missed it.

"I would have blamed it on the drugs." You smirk.

"She went with Jae to Daegu to get him settled at his new school and to look for a new place for all of you to live." He explains, sadness in his voice as his sentence ends.

"I don't want to live in Daegu." You whine.

"Daegu is nice. You'll like it there."

"You're not in Daegu. Neither is Sun Hee."

"I can be. I was thinking and--Hold on," You watch as Chan pulls out his phone from his pocket.

"Hey, what's up...What...What...When--Where...Did you call the police...Yeah, she's awake right now...Yeah, I'll tell her in a second...Okay, yeah thank you. Stay safe. Call me later." Chan hangs up and just stares at his phone, staring in disbelief. Smiling.

"What happened?" You ask, curious to know what could make your boyfriend so happy.

"They got her," He breathes, almost like a sigh of relief.

"Got who?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Hana," He smiles, looking up at you now. Relieved tears in his eyes.

Hana. Your former best friend and roommate. The sole reason why you're in this situation. The reason why you've been stuck in a hospital bed for nearly a month with a cast up to your upper left thigh. The reason why you have a cast on your dominant hand. The reason why your ribs and lungs hurt every time you breathe or laugh or talk. The reason why you now have a scar on your abdomen where doctors had to stop you from bleeping out internally. The reason why your boyfriend is in so much pain right now.

When you first were admitted to the hospital and could receive visitors, two police officers came to try to get the full story of what happened. You told them repeatedly that you didn't walk into oncoming traffic. You were depressed, sure, but not enough to hurt yourself. You were adamant that you felt something, maybe a hand, push you but they never believed you. It wasn't until people somehow found out it was you in the accident and several videos of your accident surfaced online. And in the chaos, someone, a fan or maybe someone who was going to use the video to make fun of you, found a clip that shows you were clearly pushed. After a brief investigation, it was discovered that Hana pushed you. But she seemingly disappeared. You honestly thought she was somewhere in Japan with her mom's side of the family.

"What?"

"I don't know. I know the boys were with Sun Hee when it happened. And they're calling the police right now." He bounces in his seat.

"I'm going to need more context," You say, not sure if you're you're hearing correctly or not.

"Okay, give me a second," He says quickly, pulling out his phone again.

You sit in your hospital bed, scrolling through Twitter on your phone. Sun Hee sits at the foot of your bed, drawing on your cast. Despite not talking or hanging out for weeks, the two of you could do nothing but sit in silence. Everything had been so crazy and now, for the first time in your lives, you were going to live in different cities. The silence tells you everything you need to know. How much you two love each other and how much you'd miss each other.

"Wait, what the fuck is he doing?" You mumble to yourself when you get a notification for a Channie's Room.

"What happened?" Sun Hee asks, looking up from her handiwork on your cast to see what you're talking about.

"Get my laptop, Chan's gone live." You say as you quickly send Chan a text asking him what he's doing.

"He wouldn't...would he?" Sun Hee asks, wasting no time getting your laptop from your bag.

Chan finally listened to you and went home yesterday to get some rest, but only because Sun Hee agreed to stay in his place. You were happy that he’d finally get a decent sleep, but watching him start a live scares you.

Sun Hee brings the laptop to the TV tray and logs in for you. But by the time she gets to YouTube, Chan is looking down at his phone. A few seconds later you get a text from simply saying that he loves you before he turns his screen to the camera and shows that he's turning off the camera.

"Hello everyone," You watch as Chan puts his phone down on the table, "I'm not going to read any comments today because I'm not here for a conversation. Which I know is a bit unordinary for me. But I really need you guys to listen." Chan speaks into the camera. He's currently sitting in his room at the dorm, the LED wolf ears lit up behind him.

"I'm going to kill him," You mutter under your breath as Sun Hee climbs into the hospital bed with you.

"While you hobble around?" She jokes.

"I'm going to kill you first." You glare at her.

"I know I've been really quiet about everything going on, but honestly, I had better things going on. Like taking care of my girlfriend."

"Oh my god, he just mentioned you on live as his girlfriend." Sun Hee bounces up and down, gently hitting your good arm in response, causing you to wince in pain. Your eyes shift over to the livestream comments, curious what everyone is saying. Sun Hee picks up on your silent panic and makes the video full-screen so you can't read anything.

"To be honest, I'm probably going to get in trouble for doing this, but I really don't care anymore. A lot of you are taking my silence as compliance and using it as a go-ahead to continue to be nasty. And all of you know pretty damn well that I don't let anyone get away with talking about my loved ones."

"Oh he's getting fired for sure," Sun Hee mutters under her breath.

"Sunnie," You warn, your anxiety already spiking because of the sudden Channie's room. The fact that he's going drastically off-script isn't helping.

"Sorry, babe," She mutters.

"We met before she even knew who I was so the rumors about her using me for my money and her being a sasaeng aren't anywhere near the truth. If you guys knew the full story you'd feel bad. But I'm not going to tell you the full story because I do deserve some privacy in my life."

You watch from the corner of your eye as Sun Hee quickly pulls your phone out of your hand and sits on it. Probably to prevent you from going online to read comments about what's going on. She knows you so well.

"I'm just going to read you guys something that I found the other day," Chan clears his throat as he grabs something from his desk. Your blood freezes as you recognize the purple paper.

"I'm actually going to murder him," You say seriously. You're not mad, you're mortified. Mortified that you might be the downfall of his career.

"Dear Stray Kids, I’ve been a fan of you for a while. The first song I heard from you was Hero’s Soup. I know it’s only a B-side but I heard it first on ‘A Song for You’ when I was on my way home from cram school. I don’t know if it’s because the lyrics hit deep or because I was exhausted from school, but I cried. Maybe it was a combination of the two. But whatever it was, you made a devoted fan of me since 2018.

Not only have the eight of you gotten me through some rough times, you gave me a community that I love. A second family if you will. I showed you to my best friend and it made our relationship stronger. I live with both of my best friends. The first one I mentioned earlier and the other I met online in an online forum. I’ve made so many friends online and I no longer feel alone in the world. I even made an unlikely friend, Topher, who gave me this opportunity to meet you and give you this letter in person.

I’m trying to keep this letter short, and failing miserably to do so. I know you all are busy working hard for your stay but I do have one more message for all of you before I go:

I.N, you’re doing so well. We’re all so proud of you.

Seungmin, your smile makes all of us so happy. You don’t have to hide it from us.

Felix, our sunshine boy, we love you so much.

Han, keep working hard but remember to take breaks.

Hyunjin, we see how hard you work.

Changbin, keep making us laugh

Lee Know, we see that you’re not cold and how much you love your members. We love you.

Bang Chan, make sure you’re getting rest. You deserve it.

"Thank you for making the world a little brighter. Continue to do well. Love, Y/n." Chan stares at the paper in silence for a moment.

"When did you write that?" Sun Hee asks.

"Right before the meet and greet. Gave it to Chan before I knew he was Topher."

Chan finally looks up from the camera, his eyes glossy. Despite the sad looks you saw on his face the entire time he's been with you in the hospital. But seeing him actually about to cry might break you.

"Y/n is so kind and funny and caring--A lot of you judged her and treated her horribly just because she's dating me. Because she was rumored to be dating me. Before there was any statement from my company, a lot of you attacked her. She's one of you, a Stay and she viewed you as family and so many of you, whom she considered family, turned your backs on her for what? Because she's with me?"

"Oh wow, he's actually going off. Should we try to call one of the boys to stop him?" Sun Hee asks.

"He wouldn't be doing all this, risking putting the entire group at risk if he didn't talk to them first." You say quietly. You know he wouldn't there's too much at stake for all of them.

"That's not fair to her. That's not fair to me. Hell, it's not fair to any idol," Chan adjusts himself in his chair, "Here's the thing. When we sign up to become idols, we quite literally sign away our lives. Which is nobody's fault, we know this going in and do it by choice. We can leave any time. But this life, as fun as it seems is incredibly lonely. And it's because we're in this bubble where we can't share our lives with someone else, even someone in the industry because a lot of you love us a little too much."

"Shit," You sigh.

"I almost lost Y/n, and that scared the crap out of me. And it's my fault. I pushed this relationship. The second she found out who I was, she tried to push me away because she knew that just being friends with me would get this type of reaction. And I promised her that I would protect her. A promise I clearly wasn't able to keep. I'm lucky she's still here with me, but it could have ended so differently."

You watch from the corner of your eye as Sun Hee pulls out her phone, scrolling through Twitter. You roll your eyes at the fact that she took your phone away for the exact reason.

"I've heard my members--hell, I've heard so many other idols--talk about how they never want to fall in love because being with them is a safety hazard. I want better for my members. I want better for other idols, current and future. We give up so much to be who we are and where we are but what's the point if we can't share all this success with someone we love?"

"Damn, I'm surprised JYPE hasn't cut the feed yet." Sun Hee says suddenly.

"If they do, everyone will know that they're trying to shut him up." You explain.

"Just one thing before I go. Something for you all to consider: Idols are people too. Don't we deserve to love the same way everyone else loves without fear of our loved one getting attacked? I also want to say thank you to all of you who have been supportive and sent kind messages. See you guys if I'm allowed to do another live one day. No hug today, I'm sorry." Chan gives a sad smile as he waves goodbye.

***

"No," say firmly, doing your best to cross your arms with one arm being fixed in one position with a cast.

"Y/n, just listen to me for one second--" Chan pleads.

"Why would I listen when all you're doing is being unbelievably insane?" You say simply.

"It's perfectly reasonable, Y/n!" He throws his hands up in the air as he sits firmly on the ground.

You and Chan currently packing up your stuff from the hospital. Well, Chan is packing up your stuff while you sit in bed, unable to do much. You're set to finally be discharged tomorrow. Everything was going well until Chan dropped a bombshell randomly while you were busy choosing the next song to play while he worked.

"You're not moving with me to Daegu." You say firmly.

"You said that the only reason why you don't want to move is because I'm not there. So problem solved." He says as if it's a simple fix.

"Problem not solved," You slowly sit up in bed, "Problem even more fucked."

"So then, what? Do you want to break up? Because I'm going to go crazy if you're all the way over there and I'm stuck here."

"I don't want to break up, idiot. I nearly died, and that only made me realize that I love you so much. I don't ever want to let you go." You sniffle, tears welling up in your eyes.

"You didn't nearly die, Y/n. You did die. Your heart stopped for four whole fucking minutes. They almost couldn't bring you back. And that made me realize that I don't ever want to let you go. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you had--if you--"

"This wasn't your fault. You keep saying that it was your fault. It's not like you doxxed me and pushed me into oncoming traffic."

"Yeah, but it's because of me that--"

"Shut the fuck up, I'm so serious. None of this is your fault and if you're trying to punish yourself because you feel guilty by mov--"

"Moving with you isn't punishment. Being with you will never be a punishment."

"Why are you trying to move to Daegu when your life is here?"

"Because you're also my life. And I don't want to be away from you. I want to take care of you, help you get better."

"You can't do that," You sigh, leaning back into your bed.

"Why not?"

"You know why not."

"Because...I'm an idol?" He asks quietly.

"Yes,"

"What if I--"

"If you quit because of me, I will actually break up with you." You say firmly.

"I wasn't going to say quit." He says suddenly.

"What were you going to say?" You quirk your eyebrow up at him.

"I was going to say, what if I took a hiatus?"

"No," You sit up quickly, instantly regretting it as pain rips through your body. Chan rushes over to you and rubs soothing circles on your back.

"Just until you get better and can move back."

"You're lucky JYPE didn't put you on indefinite hiatus after that little stunt you pulled with Channie's Room the other day. I'm not letting you go on hiatus."

"You're not in a position to let me do anything. I'm an adult, it's my decision. If I want to take time off work to take care of my girlfriend, I'll do it. Thank you very much." He says quietly, sending chills down your spine. It's innocent, he meant it innocently. You're sure of it. But something about his tone of voice is making you realize how real your relationship is becoming. And for once, it doesn't scare you.

"Topher,"

"I'm only asking because I don't want to force you. But if you actually think about it and still say 'no,' I'll respect your decision. But you keep shutting me down so I'm going to keep pushing."

"Why? Why me? Why risk all you worked for, for me?" Your voice cracks, on the verge of tears.

"Because I love you. Actually...no, scratch that. I don't love you. I'm in love with you. Like so deeply, madly, deeply in love with you that I will do anything to make you feel that love and to see you smile."

"But--"

"I don't want to hear a but, because you're just deflecting. You're scared because of how serious this is getting, understandably, and you want to make sure I'm not going to hurt you more than I already have. And if you say this isn't my fault again, I'm going to get annoyed because, in some way, this is my fault. But I'm so in love with you that I will call Park Jin-Young Pdnim himself and tell him that I quit if you ask me to. No regrets. But I know you're not going to. Just tell me what you want. Be selfish for once and tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

He's right. You are scared. Scared of being found again. Scared of what the more unhinged 'fans' will do if they find you again. Scared of the future with Chan. Of what would happen if you ever got married. If you ever had kids. Scared of loving him so deeply with your whole heart that he'll just rip it apart if he ever opens his eyes and realizes that he could have anyone else if he wanted. You weren't entirely sure if you'd be able to walk again properly without the aid of a cane yet. You were scared of becoming dependent on him. But most importantly, you are scared of losing him.

"I want," You swallow hard, wetting the lump in your throat, "I want you to move with me to Daegu."

"As you wish," He kisses the top of your head before placing a finger under your chin and pressing a soft kiss into your lips.

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stardewstardropthoughts · 1 year

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which bachelors do you think would be the most meanest hard dom to the softest pleasure dom ?

Start my return off with some spice lol

Content warnings: gn!reader, mentions of bondage, mentions of breeding, mentions of medical play in Harvey’s, smut below the cut babes and as per usual MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT I DONT WANNA BE THE ONE TO RUIN YOUR BRAINS

Meanest to softest doms bachelors

Shane:

By far the meanest hard dom

But he’s so good at it

Also has some bomb after care

Owns so many toys for both his and his partners pleasure

Or torture depending on the night and the scene

Loves ruining your makeup if you wear any

Leaves so many marks, hickeys, whip lashes, finger print bruises

Also the most likely to be into letting other people fuck you while he watches and directs or participates

Sebastian:

He’s a firm but gentle pleasure dom

He’s still big into marking

Likes to throw a bit of pain into the mix on occasion

I also see him being into knife play

But like, practice knifes because he doesn’t want to accidentally cut you to deeply

I could also see him having other people fuck you but like people he trusts so Sam or Abigale

Loves to have you in collars and binds

Big on overstimulation

Sam:

When he’s domming he’s pretty sweet but still definitely a bit rough around the edges with it

He likes to be a little mean but he doesn’t wanna have you crying from pain

Probably into electro stimulation to be honest

Loves to use vibes and dildos on you while he fucks you so he can see how much you can cum

Or he’ll tell you your not aloud to cum until he says so just so he can watch you struggle

Harvey:

He enjoys the times he’s in charge, he could definitely be a switch though in my opinion

But when he’s domming he’s a very soft dom, let’s you get away with a lot

Doesn’t know how to handle brats honestly

Isn’t huge on punishments but absolutely loves to overstimulate you

Loves watching you cry as you cum for the fifth time that night

Definitely owns a speculum for non medical uses

Elliott:

The softest pleasure dom to exist

Can not do punishments because he feels to guilty if he hurts you

Loves to have you at his mercy and absolutely loves making you cum any way he can

Loves blindfolds and ropes

Big into wax play, preferably with the candles that melt into body lotion so clean up is easy

Has 100% made love to you on the beach on a blanket under the stars

Alex:

My sweet sweet vanilla baby

I wouldn’t describe him as a dom or a sub honestly

He’s just here for you and to love you

Loves to feel of your skin under his hands when your having sex

Loves listening to your whines and moans

Dude has how you sound on repeat in his head all day

Does love the idea of breeding though

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew shane #stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew alex #sdv smut #stardew smut

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bibbibib · 10 months

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Peeta's amputation

One of the things I really wish we'd gotten more information for in the books was the impact of Peeta losing his leg. On himself, on his habits, his reactions, anything really. We don't even know how badly he took it because around that time all Katniss was able to describe was him (understandably) being just happy to have survived it all along with her, plus he was putting on a brave face throughout the interviews, and maybe even in front of her so she would feel less guilty. And, I get it, most of the stuff I'm going to mention is just slice of life and maybe not that important as plot points, but I find them super interesting, for the perspective if anything.

Would Peeta's self-esteem take another deep dive after that? With everything happening during that time (moving out of his parents' house, his falling out with Katniss, being viewed differently by the rest of the district, living alone and possibly lonely, his romantic hopes crushed, PTSD from the Games, etc etc etc) he had a lot of triggers seemingly supporting those thoughts of being useless and uneeded and generally not good enough.

It's so frustrating to lose a limb and have to basically relearn everything from the beginning. How to navigate stairs, how to get in and out of a sitting position, how to balance and not tip over, stuff you've been doing esentially your whole life. And Peeta was athletic, he worked manually, he trusted himself to be capable of doing physical things, so that might have hurt a little more.

How about medical complications? From weird sensations to nerve pain, possibly phantom pains, everything related to his prosthetic leg (which, depending on the type, can get uncomfortable in sooo many ways, especially since he's still a teenager who's growing). And he was dumped at a place with basically no medical care at all, let alone anything specialized. Which, ok, was part of everyone's life in D12 already, but it must have still left a bitter taste... There was no one around to know much about his state, (exept maybe Ripper the liquor seller) and he had to make do on his own.

What if the Capitol had chosen his prosthetic more for aesthetic functions and less for functional? @whenthewallfell has a fantastic post about it, complete with illustrations!

Peeta's artificial foot getting tangled in the vines in the second arena and impeding his ability to run was no funny business. With prosthetic legs, there's usually different kinds for different functions. Your average foot people use to be able to walk is stiff and does a horrible job at supporting these sorts of activities. That's why equipment like running blades exists for amputees who want to be running and jumping. And you have to switch to that before the activity! Peeta apparently never got one. Even if he had, he would have to carry the alternative equipment around in the arena.

Speaking of that, even with a single type of artificial leg/foot, adjustments are frequently needed throughout the day. Most people as far as I understand remove the prosthetic to sleep, but also ball -and-socket models at least move around and need to be put back in place because it gets uncomfortable (sleeves -stump covers- sliding down, etc). The fact that Katniss never mentioned anything like this means that either he was actively not doing it in front of her or she just doesn't wanna talk about it (or maybe his leg is some fancy Capitol tech that doesn't work that way?)

Also, he's got to be hungry. All the time. He needs more food after the amputation, because the rest of his body is compensating for the lost limp and he has to use different muscles/nerves/tendons/etc. that are not designed spesifically for this. The same thing means he gets tired more easily. So Peeta being that active and training for the Quarter Quell while battling insomnia and nightmares with an amputated leg? Even harder than we thought.

#obligatory I'm not speaking from personal experience #that's reciting things actual amputees have said #peeta mellark #the hunger games #thg

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mio-actuallywrites · 6 months

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Dorm leaders reacting to their s/o having extremely bad phantom pains and trying to hide it from them?

Dorm leaders reacting to you having very bad phantom pain and you trying to hide it.

Hopefully headcannons are good for you anon!

Phantom Pain= if you get amputated you may feel pain from the part of the body you got amputated.

(Tell me if I’m wrong please, I did some research but not alot)

Sorry if this is horrible hopefully I didn’t let you down anon! And if you do go through phantom pain please feel better!

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle could sense something was wrong, but couldn’t figure out what. He noticed you were avoiding him, but once he did see you he noticed you flinching sometimes.

When he could get caught up with you he had finally asked what was wrong when you finally told him what you were experiencing.

He probably knew a little bit by his parents (forcing) teaching him about medical stuff.

He probably would just be their to comfort you, and get you some medicine.

Depending how long you would get it, he would give you the work you missed if you left class during the pain.

And he was a little hurt you didnt tell him about it but it’s fine he there now.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona probably was sleeping when you first experienced it, but once he’s awake, boy is very observant.

He probably wanted to nap with you but couldn’t find you, so he actually went up and tried looking for you.

Once he did find you, his lion or animal reflexes ig just also sensed something was wrong, when he did ask though you just shrugged it off.

However once he did figure it out, sorry Leona lovers but I feel like he would kinda shrug it off, and probably wouldn’t know what to do .

I mean there’s nothing you can really do, so I guess he just sleeps (or sits) next to you and hope you feel better?

( gives you his card if you wanted to buy anything to relieve you pain.)

Like Riddle his pride was hurt because you didn’t want to tell him.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Azul was curious where you were, usually after classes you would come find him, yet you weren’t there, he think he hasn’t even saw you most of the day so now he’s really curious where you were.

Once he does find you however he might’ve not noticed right away, but he does eventually.

And once he asked what’s wrong you probably just brushed it off.

However once he does find out, poor boy probably doesn’t even know what phantom pain even is so he probably has to research it or you tell him about it.

Once he does find out however, he probably would do anything to make you feel comfortable, cook you food lend you a place at the Mostro. (You probably would find yourself in a contract with him about it after ngl.)

Wait there’s medicine that can help it? Count him in for the business side.

He probably didnt act like he cared that you didn’t tell him, but in the inside he would be sad.

KALIM AL ASIM

Let’s be honest, Kalim probably would not notice.

You could probably easyily hide it from him, but let’s just say you told him when the pain got to much.

Like Azul, he probably needed to get an explanation on what it was, but once he does find out he’ll probably spoiler you.

You want that? He would get it for you, anything that makes you feel better!!

I feel like he would cry idk tho.

He probably wouldn’t care you were hiding it from him ngl.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

(I spent a whole while thinking what he would do so this is probably short)

Vil probably thought something was wrong so he sent out Rook to find out lmao.

After Rook came back and found out Vil immediately went to find you. And before you could even come up with an excuse he already knew what to do.

He would do skincare with you.

(Sorry if this was super short!)

IDIA SHROUD

Since Idia games often he is very observant - when he’s not playing games.

However if your both hanging out in his room, he will notice… eventually.

And if Ortho was with you… then hiding the pain would be useless. Bro would literally just blurt out something like: are you feeling phantom pain rn prefect?

Bro would probably freak out but since Ortho was right there he would be able to find out what to do through him.

He trying his best! So he might not be the best person when the phantom pain happens but he’s not the worst.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

I feel like this is a 50/50, Malleus knows what it is or doesn’t even know it.

Where ever you meet, he can tell something’s wrong with his dragon or fae senses. So there’s like no point of hiding it.

Like I said it’s a 50/50 so he might be the best at helping you or just doesn’t know until you explain to him.

Probably would NOT leave your side until you assure him the pain went away!

And if Sebeks yelling is bothering you he’d probably tell him to shut up. (But in a very polite way.)

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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dimonds456-but-only-hlvrai · 1 year

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Gordon would need a cane post-canon listen to me

As a disabled person who routinely uses a cane to walk, but does not depend on it 24/7, here is how Gordon would absolutely need a fucking cane post canon:

Prosthetic heavy, throws off balance

Trauma means disassociation sometimes, will randomly start to fall over sometimes

HEV suit was heavy as fuck when it didn't have power, and did actual damage to Gordon's body

Back issues specifically

Sleeping in the HEV suit caused actual damage to Gordon's body

Morphine kept him going the whole time, but he broke his leg at some point and it never properly healed because he kept USING IT

The biggest thing affecting him would be his upper back- he now has shrimp posture, but like, in a bad way. His shoulder blades will hurt if he uses his arms too much, and the pain can also extend to his hip region, which will affect his ability to walk.

Good days see him running around outside, bad days see him sitting down panting with his cane next to him because walking is both painful and difficult as his knees keep failing him.

If we go with the 'he broke his leg, but morphine allowed him to keep on pressing forth' idea, then his leg did NOT get a chance to set properly before it began healing, and either he needs medical attention VERY badly, or he's just going to have a fucked up leg. That's also going to add to the need for a cane.

Also canes can be used as weapons and I think Gordon would jump on that idea instantly because he has ✨trauma✨

#dimond speaks #gordon freeman #hlvrai #diability

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dilxcc · 22 days

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chapter nine

summary. in which two friends who desperately clings to each other until the other slips away . . .

contains. fem!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, slowburn, cussing, grammatical errors . . .

a/n a bit longer than what i usually write. the ideas were spilling out bro 😭

previous chapter

a promise between two lovers can easily be broken. so what of a promise between friends?

in all honesty. satoru regretted it. he regrets saying that the kiss was a mistake. he wanted to hit himself for saying that. why would he be so stupid? and the fact that he's taking so long to apologize and stop being dumb. he should've just admitted it.

that he loves you with all his heart, his soul, his entire being. but now he's afraid that he won't get the chance when you're laying in the hospital bed, body unconscious and unmoving while wearing a medical support.

shoko had done everything she could. and she herself admitted that you would be lucky enough to pull through the day. what went wrong? hadn't he said it himself, with all bravado that he would protect you. so how come you're laying here, barely alive and depending on a machine.

his hand ran through his hair, repeating of every scenario where he could have saved you.

while his face may not have shown it, the way his hand gripped his hair frustratedly gave it away. satoru wanted to beat himself up for not being able to protect you. he felt so helpless at the moment. what else can he do rather than wait and look at your pale features?

it hits him how much blood you had lost. he sucked in a sharp breath, trying to clear his mind from reeling into insanity.

"hey, i uh..." he trailed off. "shit," the white-haired male cursed under his breath. he had been pacing around the empty hallway, trying to figure out the right words he should say after you come back from your mission.

his playful expression came easily when his students came running towards him, a few scratches were evident on their face. "sensei! m-miss y/n-" the pink-haired boy panted, a panic expression on his face.

satoru's face hardens when he heard your name. "what's wrong?"

"there was a curse! she was trying to protect us from it and now she's- she's bleeding a lot!" kugisaki butts in. the white-haired male quickly ran into action.

when he arrived at the scene, he could see megumi's pale face as he pressed down on your stomach with trembling hands. "s-sensei..."

he felt like his whole world had crumbled before him when he witnessed the scene.

he sighed once again, sitting down at the chair that he had put close to your bed. his hand were hesitant to take and hold yours. but after a while, he held it in his, gripping it slightly as if he was begging for you to wake up.

satoru would cry if it meant for you to wake up. he would even move mountains if that's what it takes for you to open your eyes once again. he wanted to see those beautiful eyes that he had avoided so carefully for the past weeks.

his other hand reached out to move the strand of hair out of your face. you still look beautiful like this.

you could almost swear that you felt someone gripping your hand tightly. your eyes slowly flutter open and you looked around the room, still slightly disoriented. your blurry vision soon cleared up and your eyes immediately fell onto the white-haired male, laying his head on the bed by your side while his hands clenching yours tightly.

you wanted to move - to call out to him. but you felt your heart aches as you remembered the things that he said. if anything, you would like it better if he gives you an apology. you wanted so badly to hug him and tell him that you were fine - that the pain doesn't hurt anymore because he was here now.

you could imagine just how much he is blaming himself because you got injured so badly this time. it was just like the last time. he must have been so scared.

you stared at the ceiling as you continue to ponder your thoughts. your focus were immediately broken when you felt him squeezing your hand slightly and stirring awake from his deep slumber. you quickly close your eyes, still not ready to face him directly. "won't you wake up..?" he sighed, his hands gripping yours tighter that you almost wince in pain.

"'m sorry..." he rested your hand against his forehead, as if begging for your forgiveness. "i shouldn't have said that," he muttered softly. "i shouldn't have run away..." his tone was getting desperate, a sniffle underlying his words.

"i can't lose you too..." he kissed your hand softly.

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"will you stop that?!" you raised your voice at him. "guys- i think that's enough," suguru gets in between the two of you. "suguru! he was insulting me!" you said frustratingly. "i'm sure he didn't mean it. right, satoru?" the black-haired male looked at his best friend sternly. "oh, i mean every word," he scoffed, crossing his arms in a childish manner.

his words made your blood boils. you immediately jumped on him, in hope to hit him somehow. but alas, your anger had gotten the best of you that you had forgotten about his limitless. you immediately fell to the ground on your bump, face flaring up in embarrassment. "ugh... i hate you," you muttered under your breath.

"i hate you, too!" the white-haired male returned his hatred. you know he didn't mean it. you didn't mean what you said either. but your ego said otherwise. the moment he walked away, you stubbornly walked the other way, leaving suguru alone in a shamble.

suguru was quick to catch up with satoru and he patted his shoulder. "why did you say that?" suguru chuckled softly. "i was just trying to say that she looks better with her old haircut," satoru sighed. "you're so in love with her that you can't even comprehend the words you say, huh?" the black-haired male teased, nudging his side slightly.

"i don't like her. i was just trying to be honest. she's my best friend, too. don't want some idiot to be bullying her because of her bad hair cut," he explained. perhaps, suguru was right after all. but he wouldn't say it out loud. he would never say it out loud. you were his best friend. what type of friend would he be if he's in love with you?

he had to be lying to himself to distract the unwanted feelings.

"satoru," you called out to him softly after listening to his prayers and apologies. his head snapped up immediately, his eyes slightly red from trying to keep his tears in. "you're awake," he breathed out a sigh of relief. before you could even spell out your next words, he cuts you off by pulling you into a deep kiss.

the kiss was somehow desperate, yet tender. it speaks how much he was sorry, how much he worried about you, how much he loves you. just went you were about to melt into the kiss, he pulled away all too quickly and started checking your face, as if he couldn't believe that you were really awake.

his arms immediately wrapped around you, his hand pulling your head close to his chest. you could hear the hard pounding of his heart and you smiled to yourself. "i love you," he whispered softly, his lips grazing your ear slightly. your heart skipped a beat too late at his confession. "i'm sorry," he started peppering kisses all over your face.

"you can hit me, hate me, hate my existence, but i won't stop loving you,"

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legendofmorons · 6 months

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The chronic pain do be paining. It has caused me to wonder how the idiots™️ would respond to reader having a flare up.

Side note: please get your pain checked out if you get hurt! Don’t be me! Life isn’t meant to hurt.

-VS

I'm sorry to hear about your pain, I am familiar with the issue. But you are very right. Pain is not something to ignore.

Four

He may not understand personally but he goes out of his way to make sure you have whatever helps you most

He tries to make something to help. If the pain is in your joints he tries to make braces to help you.

If he can't make something to help he offers to take over your chores/ duties to give you a break

Will go asking Wild about ideas on how to help

Hyrule

The concept confuses him at first. You hurt- all the time? And that's- normal?

He grew up in a forest with faeries - pain was fleeting

He asks about it, gathering details, potential triggers, and what helps.

Hyrule tries to use his powers to help you, but I don't know if this would help actually.

If his powers help he's ready to use them in an instant

If they don't, he'll try to make sure you get rest and will ask for help getting you what you need if he can't do it himself.

Legend

He's a grump- but he makes sure to he less of a grump when he knows you're having a flare up.

Legend tries to see if any of his magic objects can help- they don't but he really does try.

Starts carrying an extra blanket so you have something to rest on if you need it. He tries not to make a deal of it, just quietly offering it to you when needed.

If anyone gives you shot about it he will fight them

Sky

He'll make you any mobility aids that might help (may inlist Four if they need wheels)

Sky isn't super familiar with chronic pain but he knows it's a thing people have. He also asks about how to help

Sky will let you use him as a pillow when you rest, he wants you to be comfortable

He tries to keep your favorite snacks and drinks on hand. He believes in treating yourself kindly especially when in discomfort

Time

He'll start pestering you about staying hydrated and fed during your flare-ups because he knows that sometimes people will stop eating/ drinking enough when they hurt

Offers you the oild they use on horse joints for pain (this can help depending on the issue)

Time will carry you at the drop of a hat, all you have to do is ask

He dosen’t necessarily understand the cause, but he does try to help any way he can

Twilight

He is quick to bring you hot packs or ice packs. If those don't help he'll try something else

Another one to carry you if you like

When you have a particularly bad flare-up he will come see you as Wolfie

You have free right to use Epona as a mode of transport (unless stated makes it worse, please don't hurt yourself)

Twi will tell you stories while you rest to try to distract you

Warriors

He also is familiar with the issue that chronic pain presents, wether from personal experience or from army experience is up to you

He's got a no nonsense approach to it: as in if you give any indication you're having a flarup or other issues caused by chronic pain He's having you rest

He will not let you push yourself past your limits unless you are in a life or death battle and even then he does his damndest to keep you from passing them.

If it helps he's happy to give you a massage, if not he will respect that

Warriors keeps emergencies medication, heat packs, ice packs, and snacks on him at all times. He'll happily share.

Wild

I figure he has chronic pain/ frequent issues because he was blown up and you don't just walk away without issues

He may not have the same pain but he is familiar with the concept and the way a body will often choose to punish you if you ignore the little things

Wild will find out what causes your flare-ups and try to help minimize that stimuli

Probably knows some plant medicine, and will try to use that to help you.

If the pain is in your joints or walking makes it worse he'll insist on more frequent breaks. (If you can stand be carried or riding Epona he'll implement that.)

Wild tries to help you find stretches to relieve the pain (fully understands that this is not foolproof and can make things worse)

Wind

He just starts doing for you what he does for his grandmother and those on his pirate crew.

He'll keep an eye on you and offer to help you try unconventional remedies

Has at least 4 home remedies- they may or may not work but he certainly tries

Will demand you go take a break if you try to push through a flare up (if you refuse he gets Warriors and Time to help him)

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #vs annon #four lu #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wild #lu wind

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ghastlytofu · 6 months

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Wyllstarion thought that’s rattling around in my brain—Wyll’s so willing to give anything for others, even if it’s something he needs, something he can’t afford to lose. So in the long term, if he gets into a position where he trusts Astarion enough to let him feed, it’s entirely possible that he offers himself up even when he shouldn’t—when he’s been injured, when he’s too weak and doesn’t have enough blood to be giving any away.

And Astarion, who has experienced attentiveness to his unspoken needs for the first time in 200 years because of Wyll, notices and stops himself, even though it goes against every instinct he has, and tells Wyll to rest instead.

HE WOULD BE THAT GUY. I hope you don't mind - I wrote a thing based off your thing.

Wyll coughed suddenly, the motion pulling at his wounds under carefully-applied bandages, causing him to grimace both in pain and at the memory of its source. Hours ago now - had it been hours? It must've been hours, the sun had set - he'd taken his own rapier to the gut after a frankly embarrassing display of being disarmed by his opponent in the melee.

He was laid up in their makeshift medical tent now, hurt but healing, his injured ego a small price to pay for his life.

He'd gotten too used to fighting creatures with more teeth than brains, wasn't prepared in the moment for an opponent that could match his wits, not in this barren hellscape where everything was more monster than man.

Sloppy, he thinks, angrier at himself than his enemy (long dead now - few could survive a githyanki silver sword to the skull, and gods if he wasn't grateful for that). He could hardly afford to be careless now, not with so many depending on him.

He vows to pull Lae'zel aside when he's back on his feet, ask her to spar, to encourage more drills and bouts of one-on-one sparring amongst their group in general. The better to brush up on his skills and endurance and test the limits of his companions' own.

They could use the practice, and not just because they'd had their asses summarily handed to them today.

Astarion was wan and bleary-eyed next to him, looking less ethereal in the moonlight than sickly, every bit the walking corpse he was in actuality. His features were drawn tight with exhaustion and pain - nursing several broken ribs, his left side mottled purple with angry bruises from a glancing hammer-blow that had his body ragdolling across the battlefield. It might've been comical if they hadn't narrowly escaped with their lives.

The vampire spawn was plainly exhausted and - and there was hunger there, too, his eyes a little wild with the sharp aroma of blood permeating the med tent, cutting through the noxious scent of sweat and stale air, the suffusive atmosphere of worry that hadn't much abated.

Shadowheart had spent herself patching them all back together and was finally resting, the candle in her tent snuffed out with a tired sigh. The camp was quiet except for Wyll's slightly ragged breathing, the muffled sounds of Karlach snoring into her pillow. Somewhere in the distance or the depths of his psyche, he heard the rushing of a river.

He wasn't feeling his best self. But he wasn't feeling his worst self either. A day of moderate hiking followed by getting his shit wrecked by marauders had him losing precious pints that Shadowheart had tried her damndest to get back in him, to some avail. The pain was tolerable. There were stitches in his side from where the blade had pierced his abdomen - Astarion's work. The lad was surprisingly deft with a needle, and hardly prone to fainting at the sight of blood.

Astarion, who hadn't yet left his side. Wyll wondered distantly if the scent of blood in the air was more a balm or tease for him - did it soothe, the way the scent-memory of the market in the lower city soothed Wyll? Cinnamon apple pie and brioche bread fresh from the ovens, the air suffused with saffron and cloves, spices of every sort peddled by merchants from Neverwinter to Chult. Or was it torturous, to be so near an ambrosia you could only half experience, to merely smell what you were forbidden to taste?

He wondered, but now was hardly the time to grill Astarion on the intricacies of his vampiric hunger. Still, he wasn't looking well. Apart from the extensive bruises and the shattered ribs that lie beneath them, his skin was waxy and clammy like a mortal with a cold sweat, eyes sunken deep in their sockets. Shadowheart could only perform so many miracles a day.

Feeding would hasten his healing. And Wyll wasn't feeling the worst he'd ever felt.

Fancy a nightcap? he thought, didn't realize he'd spoken aloud until Astarion stiffened beside him, subtle as the sun. A moment passed, the other man took a deep breath - necessary only insofar as it seemed to fortify him, his atrophied lungs didn't ache for air, did they? -

An unidentifiable look passed over his tired features before he schooled them into something more imperious, raising a dubious eyebrow. A cool hand landed on Wyll's arm, rubbing soothing circles in his bicep.

"You smell about as appetizing as bilge water, darling," he sniffed delicately, attempting haughty but finding that it didn't quite land. "I'd rather partake of fresh food, if it's all the same to you." He wouldn't meet Wyll's eye, and Wyll couldn't bring himself to comment on the tremor in hands or how very large his pupils looked in the lamplight.

Nor did he seem inclined to leave Wyll's side, and Wyll found that he couldn't bring himself to comment on that either. He chuckled tiredly instead, eyes falling shut, blessedly dark and drifting on the effects of a potent healing potion.

"Another time, then," he assented, mumbling through his exhaustion, "when I'm less rank and more appetizing."

He felt more than heard Astarion's answering laugh - curiously wet, but the threads of conscious thought were tenuous now and the observation escaped him as soon as it was noted, as the Blade of Frontiers drifted at last into a dreamless sleep.

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rhoorl · 9 months

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Delta Landscaping

Chapter 1: Welcome to Torrey Hills

It's here.

Series Summary: In this Triple Frontier AU, the boys start a landscaping business post-Colombia.

Series Masterlist

Rating: Explicit (18+). Not this chapter necessarily, but a blanket statement to this whole concept.

Chapter Summary: As much as we want to get to the thirst, there is some setup we need to do.

A/N: I first have to thank the amazing @goodwithcheese because, without The Layover, this idea would not have come to life. This entire concept was born from a scene in one of her chapters.

This AU stays true to cannon in some aspects (Tom is dead y'all) and not in others (the boys kept some of the money and Frankie does not have a kid). There is a main storyline, but also opportunities for extras/drabbles/asks … maybe a guest post or spin-off? I've included some Easter eggs and jokes throughout, some more obvious than others. From its conception this has been a group project, so let’s keep that energy going!

Finally, a big thank you to @gemmahale (our Technical Supervisor for all things plants and protective wear) and @trulybetty (the creator of our logo) for listening to my ramblings and for their advice and encouragement along the way! @patti7dc also contributed a hilarious idea for a commercial that had me cracking up.

Ok enough of my rambling, on with the show…(I hope you like it!)

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There's something kind of magical about when an idea finally comes together in your mind. Different thoughts, images, and words swim around in your head, some of them unconsciously, until they finally coalesce in the depths of your brain and bubble up. Going from abstract to clear and defined.

Benny had been grappling with forming an idea for months. It was right there, he could feel it. But it frustrated him because it never came together the right way.

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Nine months earlier

In the immediate aftermath of Colombia, the Delta Force boys tried to process what happened, each in their own way. Santiago took off for a few months traveling on his own, finding solace in discovering new places. Frankie came back with a renewed focus to get his life together, talking to a therapist Will recommended to him and going to weekly meetings. The more quiet and reserved one of the group, Will continued to find ways to help other veterans. He volunteered at the local VA and shuttled veterans to and from medical appointments. He found driving to be soothing for him – having a set path, a direction to go in, and accomplishing something. Sometimes his passengers wanted to talk, sometimes they didn’t. He was comfortable either way.

And then there was Benny. He needed to keep his body in motion to try and silence the whirl that went on in his head. Fighting helped. He continued training, getting booked for local fights in Tampa, sometimes making it over to Orlando or as far as Jacksonville. At first, it helped him numb some of the pain. He felt like dealing with physical injuries was easier than his mental or emotional ones.

When he wasn't fighting or training, he found himself returning to a love he had as a kid – drawing. At first, he didn't really draw anything in particular, just doodles. But eventually, his doodles started to form beautiful landscapes and vistas…pulling inspiration from places he had seen during his time in the service. The activity brought him a sense of calm, using his hands to concentrate and make something. It didn't have to be perfect or beautiful, it just was.

Months passed and the guys just sort of existed in this newfound reality. None of them really talked about Colombia to each other, leaving the hurt and pain largely unspoken. Benny, Will, and Frankie would see each other often throughout the week. Santiago would FaceTime occasionally depending on where he was in the world. Although the guys kept some of the money from their mission, none of them had really spent it. Benny never did end up buying that Ferrari.

One day while driving back home to the apartment he shared with his brother, Will decided to take a detour to drive through a few different neighborhoods. He and Benny tossed around the idea of buying a house together, even going so far as visiting some open houses together to check things out.

This neighborhood, Torrey Hills, was particularly beautiful, with a palm tree-lined entrance and expansive water fountain greeting you on the drive in. Will aimlessly drove around taking in the Mediterranean-style architecture. Lots of two-story homes, stucco and white brick, raw iron and metalwork. There were some ranch-style homes sprinkled throughout as well. He noticed one in particular that had a for sale sign – 319 Mulefall Court.

Parked on the street, he grabs his phone to do some quick research. He checks on the price of the house first, a lot lower than he was expecting just based on the looks of the neighborhood, which he confirms once he looked up some recently sold homes nearby.

"What's wrong with you?" He mumbled toward the house, wondering why it was valued so much lower than everything around it.

The housing market in Tampa was pretty competitive, something Will and Benny had already realized. Oftentimes by the time they found a house they both liked it was already under contract or had multiple offers. They conveniently kept the fact that they could pay cash for literally any house they wanted from their realtor; they wanted the house they chose to be special.

Will continued looking over the specs of the house. Four bedrooms, two and a half baths. Two-car garage. Pool. Pretty spacious backyard from the photos and from what he could see from the street. A beautiful, old oak tree in the front yard. He noticed there weren't too many photos of the interior of the house or much of a description.

Normally, he would text a listing to Benny to get his thoughts, but this time he went straight to calling the realtor’s number on the sign. The realtor, Ethan, picked up and was a bit surprised someone wanted to talk to him about that property. It had been sitting for a couple of months without an offer, so Ethan was eager to set up a showing for the next day.

When he arrived home, Will saw Benny sitting at their kitchen table, head down over his notebook with a pencil in hand.

“Hey man, what’re you doing?”

“Nothing just got an idea for something,” Benny said, not looking up.

Will heads to the refrigerator to pull out a beer, grabbing one for his brother as he goes to sit down in the chair across from him.

“D’you have a good day?” Benny asks, putting down his pencil and grabbing the beer from Will.

“Yea, Mr. Jacobs seems to be doing better.” Will pauses to take a swig of his beer. “So…I saw a house today.”

“What?”

“Well, from the outside. I have a showing tomorrow morning if you want to go.”

“Yea, where is it?”

“You know that Torrey Hills neighborhood? It’s in there.”

“Wooo, that neighborhood is nice! Are you sure you want to go all fancy?”

“It is a nice neighborhood for sure, it seems quiet. This place looks like it needs … some work.”

“How much work?” Benny is a bit skeptical of what his brother may be getting them into, but trusts that Will wouldn’t do anything too rash.

“It’s going to be a project.”

“A project?

“Yea. The house has been sitting for a couple of months,” he said as he fished out his phone from his back pocket, pulled up the listing, and handed it over to Benny. “Look, I figure we go in and take a look to see how bad it is. You know how much shit we built with Dad back in the day. We can even call Joel to see if he thinks it's doable for us to fix it up ourselves.”

Benny looks up from the phone and gives a little smile as he hands the phone back, “Sure, man. Sounds good.”

Will and Benny could buy any house. But rather than buy something brand new, they wanted to buy a house they knew needed a lot of love and care. They wanted little projects they could work on, either together or by themselves.

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As the guys walked through the threshold of the house with Ethan in tow, they realized they may be biting off more than they can chew with this place.

“Shit, how long has this place been empty?” Benny asks as he looks around.

“Well, the house was built in the ’90s and had the same owner for about 20 years before it became an Airbnb,” Ethan said as leaned on the kitchen counter. “Then, some guy bought it, trying to do some real HGTV-type shit in here. Bought it before the pandemic, but didn’t realize how much work goes into a complete flip, you know? It’s not like the TV shows. Anyway, he ended up getting in over his head with it and then the foreclosure happened. He left the place an absolute goddamn mess,” he gestured around. “The neighbors have been on my ass to get this place sold. The curb appeal is kind of bringing down the block.”

Will quietly walks around the living room, his mind working through logistics. He comes into the kitchen where Benny was checking out the cabinets and appliances.

“Ethan, can you give us a minute?”

“Yea sure, I’ll be out in the backyard, y’all take your time,” Ethan said as he attempted to open the glass door leading out to the back porch. Struggling, he decided to head back out to the front door and unlock the fence to the backyard.

“So, what do you think?” Will asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Psh, I don’t know man, this is kind of a shit hole, right?”

“Yea, but like … we could do this. Maybe get Fish to come over and we can demo the inside. Start from scratch?”

“We should call Joel.”

Their cousin was a contractor in Texas, so he would be able to give them his honest opinion of whether or not they could do this. They ended up calling him on FaceTime so he could see what they were dealing with.

“I mean, it’s not gonna be easy or quick, but I think y’all could do it,” his low Southern drawl reverberating in the empty living room. “Plus, when you’re all done I can come out and inspect it for you. Sarah has been bugging me about taking her to Disney,” he laughed.

“Oh hell yea, that would be awesome!” Benny lit up starting to see how it could all come together based on Joel’s suggestions.

Will hadn’t seen his brother get this excited about something in a while.

“Ok, Joel. We’ll talk to you soon … tell Tommy and Sarah we say hi.”

“Later guys.”

Hanging up and looking back at Benny, who still had a smile on his face, Will clears his throat.

“So, what do you think? Should we do it?”

“You already know what I’m going to say!”

“Alright, let’s go talk to Ethan,” Will says motioning to the front door.

Coming out of the front door, they head out around the right side of the house, picking their feet up high to walk through the overgrown grass and weeds.

“This fence looks a little rough,” Benny observed, jiggling one of the loose boards.

“Hey, stop that! Don’t fucking pull it out.”

“....that’s what she said?” Benny laughs.

Will rolls his eyes, slapping his brother on the chest. “You’re so fuckin’ stupid.”

As they head back, they notice the pool. Ethan was standing at the edge looking at his phone. He hears them traipsing through the overgrowth and turns around, “Hey guys, what do you think?”

“Well, it’s going to need a lot of work, that’s for sure, but, we want to make an offer.”

“Shit, really? I mean … cool. Yea ok, I’ll draw something up and send it over.”

Giving them both a handshake, the men start to walk back to the front. Benny pulls out his phone taking a few photos of the backyard and the front as they make their way back to Will’s Jeep.

Ethan gives them one final wave before pulling out of the driveway and heading out.

Will and Benny walk up to the driveway and give one final look at the house, Benny snapping a few more photos. They hear someone clear their throat behind them. Turning around they see a woman, around their age, walking a corgi.

“You guys going to buy that?” she nodded towards the house.

“Uh, yea we’re thinking about it,” Will said cautiously while Benny bounded past his brother to crouch down to pet the dog.

“Aw man, I love corgis!”

“Ha, thanks, he loves people so you’re making his day. My name is Megan, that's Bucky.” She extended her hand to shake Will’s first, looking down at Benny who got back up. Removing his backward baseball cap and putting it in his left hand to shake her hand.

“I live over there, the blue two-story with the basketball hoop,” she says pointing over to a house a few doors down and across the street.

“Do you play basketball?” Benny asks, reaching back down to give the dog some belly scratches.

“No, but my son does.” She reaches up to brush some hair out of her face and the boys both notice the huge diamond on her finger.

“What’s the neighborhood like?” Will could tell it was a nice neighborhood, but still wanted to do the proper reconnaissance.

“Oh, it’s pretty quiet. A few families, but some singles as well,” she eyes them both up and down. “You have some nice neighbors on both sides of you. We’ve been trying to have more events together, block parties, and stuff. Hopefully, you boys can fix up this piece of shit and we can all come over,” she smiles tilting her chin up at the house.

“Yea, well that’s the goal.” Benny looked up smiling, continuing to play with the dog.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you around hopefully.” She waves and continues her walk.

Later that night, Will was sitting in the living room playing some zombie video game when he noticed Benny head back over to his chair at the dining room table, notebook, and pencil in tow. Except this time Benny had some colored pencils with him too. Will saw his brother prop up his phone, using it as a reference for whatever he was drawing. A small smile on his face as he got to work.

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The next month was busy getting everything together with the realtors. During that time, Santiago returned from his travels, wanting a bit more stability than the nomad life. He and Frankie had been helping the brothers pack.

Closing day comes and before they go in to sign the papers, Will pulls out his phone.

WILL: Headed in now to close on the house…should have the keys by 5. You guys want to come over and check it out?

FRANKIE: Yea, Pope and I can head over after I get out of work.

BENNY: Sweet, see you guys later. Bring beer!

“Goddamn, my fucking hand hurts,” Benny puts his pen down and massages his hand. “I didn’t realize we had to sign so much shit.”

“What did you think, we would sign one paper? We’re buying a house.” Will chuckles.

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The boys waited approximately one day before fully starting Operation Bachelor Pad, as Benny put it. Will continued to lean on Joel’s advice about what materials to buy and avoid and techniques to use. Joel even sent them a new set of power tools as a housewarming gift.

The sweltering weather made working outside on the yard a bit of a hassle, but one of Will’s first orders of business was to clean up the front so it wasn’t such an eyesore to the neighbors. Between the four of them, they were able to knock it out rather quickly. Will mowed the grass, while Frankie meticulously edged. Being the tallest of the group, Benny worked on pulling leaves out of the gutters with Santi’s help. They pulled weeds and removed a couple of dead shrubs. When they were all done, the boys sat in some folding chairs in the driveway drinking from their bottles of water.

“It’s so fucking hot out,” Frankie said as he took his hat off, wiped his forehead and combed his hair with his hand, before returning his hat to his head.

“How am I this sweaty?” Benny grunted as he peeled off his T-shirt, resting it on the back of his chair.

“What, you trying to give a show to all of the housewives?” Santiago teased him.

“Fuck off, it’s hot. If the pool wasn’t such a goddamn disaster I would jump in there,” Benny laughed.

Will looked up and saw Megan walking towards them holding a basket.

“Hey boys,” she smiled.

“Hey Megan,” Will got up, meeting her at the front of the driveway. “What’s this?”

“Where’s the corgi?” Benny yelled. Will turns around to glare at him. “Just kidding, hi Mrs. Megan!”

“Oh my god, Benjamin, please do not call me Mrs. It makes me feel old,” she chuckles. “Here, I wanted to bring something by, not sure how stocked your fridge is yet and I saw you had some friends over.” She nodded to the group behind Will.

Handing over the basket, Will sees she had arranged a few bottles of water and Gatorade, along with some homemade cookies and a gift card to a pizza place.

“Wow, thank you, this is so nice,” Will smiled. By this point, Benny had walked up to see what was in the basket too.

“Nice, this is awesome!” he said, pulling out one of the cookies and stuffing it in his mouth. He noticed Megan giving him a quick up and down, so he stood a little taller. “This is fucking amazing. Are you a cook or something?”

“Baker. And no, not professionally or anything. I just dabble.”

“Well, you can dabble with us anyti-” he chokes as Will hit him in the side of the stomach. “Shit. I, uh, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry,” he looked down bashfully.

“I know what you meant, all good,” she laughs. “Well, I should be heading out.”

“See ya later!” Benny waved, grabbing one more cookie from the basket before bouncing back towards the chair.

“So, are all of your neighbors hot?” Santiago asked with an arched eyebrow. “May need to move in here myself.”

“Fuck off, Pope. She’s nice. She’s actually one of the first people that has come by to say anything.”

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It was so fucking hot outside. Florida summers were no joke. As a result, the boys used the next few months to completely renovate the inside of the house. They installed new countertops in the kitchen, laid down hardwood floors, upgraded nearly every appliance or fixture in the place, and fixed the glass sliding door to the back porch. As the months went on, the house became a source of their collective pride and joy; they reveled in their handiwork.

Megan would come by every so often to say hi. She introduced the guys to a few other neighbors and it felt like they were starting to develop a home base. Even though Frankie and Santiago didn’t officially live there, they may as well because they were over all the time, even when Will and Benny were gone.

As the weather got cooler, by Florida standards, the boys decided to focus on the outside of the house.

One day as they were sitting around watching a football game on a lazy Sunday, Benny got up and headed out of the living room with a purpose.

“Where the fuck is he going?” Santiago looked over the couch to where Benny ran off to.

“Who knows, the kid has been really focused on something and I don’t know what it is,” Will said.

“Ok! I got it!” Benny ran back into the room with his notebook and a pencil in tow.

The other three looked at him with confused looks.

“I’ve been thinking about what to do with the yard, but I think I finally figured it out. This was the missing piece.” He quickly scribbled some things down and turned his notebook around.

“What are we supposed to be looking at Ben?” Will asked, confused and trying to read what Benny’s chicken scratch said.

“Ok, look,” Benny sat in the middle of the couch, Will and Frankie on either side and Santiago came over to sit on the back of the couch, looking over his shoulder.

“Let’s start in front. We need to replace the fence on both sides and put in a swing gate, that’s easy. I’m thinking we do some flower beds here in the front. I haven’t decided what kind of flowers yet. But leading from the front porch over to the fence we’ll put some flagstone pavers down. Yea, I think that’ll look nice. Oh, and a couple of planted pots here in the front,” he motioned to circles he drew on either side of the door.”

He keeps rambling as the other three look at each other, Benny oblivious to them.

“Oh and then on the left side of the house, I’m thinking some permeable pavers so that the water can drain, will help us not have standing water to avoid excess mosquitos and algae and shit. That side of the fence is bigger so we can easily get the lawn mower into the backyard that way and not fuck up the grass as much.”

Moving the paper closer, he points to the left side of the paper. “Ok, so once we get into the backyard, I think we line it with some raised flower beds. Near the pool, we’ll have some more perennials. We’ll add some more planted pots on the porch. Maybe some string lights or something.”

“And then this is what finally came together!” he smiled pointing to the back right of his drawing. “I think … wait for it … we build a gazebo thing.”

“Isn’t that called a pergola?” Santiago asked.

“Same shit. They’ll be a structure back there. With some shrubs up to the fence line. We can put a palm tree out there, some more flagstone pavers, and then we include a little water fountain in one of the perennial beds here.”

When he finished, he leaned back on the couch and exhaled, pleased with himself and excited that his idea finally came together.

“So that’s what you’ve been working on, huh?” Will smirked.

“Yea man, I … I don’t know. Ever since we came here for the first time I had this … vision. Like, I could see it, but I couldn’t. So I’ve been working on different designs.” Benny paged through his notebook showing numerous mockups of their backyard.

“Holy shit, Ben, that’s awesome,” Frankie looked over at Benny. “But what if you put a grass bed over here by the utilities.”

“Yea … yea, that could work Fish!”

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Over the next few weeks, Benny and Frankie continued to tinker with the design, sending Will and Santiago out on Home Depot runs to get things off their list.

As they did working on the interior of the house, they found themselves opening up to each other as they worked, finding that keeping their hands and bodies busy gave their minds time to process.

And they worked hard, completely rejuvenating the look of the house both from the inside and outside, so much so that the neighbors took notice.

Megan was the first to come over to ask if the guys could look at her lawn. Benny made a few easy suggestions, offering to fix it up on weekends. Then another neighbor and another neighbor. Before they knew it, the boys had worked on nearly every house on their block, which helped them get to know everyone.

One night as the boys were hanging out in the backyard, Benny came up with another idea.

"Ok, hear me out," as he opened the cooler to grab beers for everyone.

Frankie was by the grill and turned around to peer over at Benny. "What Benjamin? What job did you sign us up for now?" chuckling as he took a swig of the beer Benny handed him.

"Landscaping."

Cocking his head to the side, Santiago repeats back matter-of-factly, "Landscaping."

"Like what, do it professionally or something?" Frankie laughs.

Benny looks over at Will who was observing, taking it all in.

"Oh come on! Look at what we did with this place," gesturing around to the backyard.

They all had to admit they did a beautiful job with the backyard. It has been almost therapeutic for them, working on this house together.

“We’ve already been doing it! Megan’s lawn. Fish, you had a great idea for Melissa and Derek’s backyard, they fucking loved what you and Pope did with the place. We … we could do this for other people. Figure out how to make shit better.” He pulled his cap off, brushing his hair.

Although the other three had always seen Benny as the little brother, bouncing off the walls with energy, they had to admit he had a newfound focus when it came to the projects around the house. His brain was crawling with ideas. Plus, they were having fun working on projects for their neighbors. They had gotten very close to some of them.

"This could be a legit business for us. I even have a name I came up with. Wait for it…Delta Landscaping!" He beamed, clearly proud of himself and waiting for the guy's reaction.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first installment of this series! Seriously thank you to everyone who has sent me a message or a comment in the lead-up to this. I’ve had so much fun interacting with all of you and it has been a bright spot in my days for sure.

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