#flinch

[ajwild220]

"Trust me" Hero x Villain

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“Take them to their room. Now. I will deal with them myself” Villains words held a promise, making Hero’s skin crawl.

Hero’s arms were instantly enveloped in the strong grasp of two of Villain’s henchman. Their body flexing on instinct as if preparing for a fight, a fight they promptly lost as both Henchman’s grip turned bruisingly tight. It was all Hero could do to not wince in Villains presence as they were dragged down the hallway their nemesis’s eyes following them until they turned the corner.

The longer Hero was forced to walk the more they began to panic. Villain had always scared them more than they cared to admit. The very thought of them being in a room alone together with Villain having the upper hand was terrifying to them. Villain's promise loomed in the air, they would deal with them. Personally.

Hero’s mouth went dry and they tried to swallow. Now they were fighting more enemies than the ones who had their meaty hands gripping Hero’s arms. Hero fought down their own panic which was a much harder battle to win. Every doorway they passed only served to raise Hero’s trepidation as their muted powers begged to surface but it would be of no use, the henchmen’s body armor was specially made. There was no way, powers or not, Hero could free themselves from their clutches.

Finally they reached a familiar doorway. The one Hero had managed to escape from not a half hour ago. The taste of defeat was sickening. Hero’s heartbeat began to rise, they couldn’t go back in there. They couldn’t face villain alone. They struggled and immediately wished they hadn’t. A harsh blow fell across their face making their vison go white, their eyes smarting with tears from the impact before they were shoved to their knees, arms ripped behind them eliciting a small cry. When Hero heard the click, their head snapped wildly around. Power suppressing cuffs. Hero’s fighting only aided in more bruises as the cuffs clamped both wrists behind them. Any hope of a fight with Villain was banished, they were completely at their mercy. The henchmen yanked Hero up off the floor sneering as they threw them through the open doorway. As they hit the floor Hero could hear the bolt locking from the outside.

Hero couldn’t help but take a shuddering breath as the footsteps outside faded into complete silence. Their arms ached where finger shaped bruises were beginning to form and circulation was just beginning to flow again. Reluctantly they pushed off the floor, which was easier said than done with their arms securely behind them, and leaned heavily on the bedframe. The room was dark but their eyes were beginning to adjust to the moonlight streaming through the protected windows opposite them. They couldn’t help but glance around at the place of their previous captivity. It was just as they had left it, the room too lavish for any prisoner.

It was unsettling, the soft pillows and comforter, dark curtains, two comfortable chairs with an attached bathroom. How you would treat a guest, not a captive. The mixed signals had eaten at Hero the entire time they had been here just as they were now. They suppressed a shiver as they remembered the way Villain had watched them be dragged away. Eyes never leaving their face as they told the henchmen Hero’s fate.

Hero felt sick. The reality of Villains appearance in the near future was sinking into their being leaving behind a cold wake of fear. On a normal day Hero would put on a brave face and run towards the danger as any good Hero would, but today was far from normal. Normally they were an even match, now Hero was stripped of any way of defense, Villain could do anything.

Overwhelming dread and hopelessness pulsed through Hero’s veins as they began to pace. Their heart thumped unnaturally strong in their chest and their breathing started to grow harsh and ragged as they pondered what Villain’s threat could mean. Surely the pain they felt all over themselves now could not compare to what would come when they were at their enemy's mercy. That’s when they heard a thump. The telltale sound of footsteps coming to stop outside their door.

Hero tried desperately to calm themselves, but it only resulted in more panicked anticipation. As they heard the key in the lock, they bit their lip until it bled. A trickle of blood pooled inside their lips forcing Hero to swallow as they slowly backed themselves into the wall trembling and straightening their back in effort to look like they had their emotions in check.

The lock rattled and the hinges creaked as if joyfully announcing the new arrival. Hero's mouth went dry as Villain entered calmly, tall, strong, imposing as ever as their body filled the doorframe. Their eyes, eerily blue swept the room before locking onto Hero and closing the door behind them with a resounding click causing Hero to shudder.

“Hello Hero” their voice dripped into the silence. Hero’s fingernails dug into their palms to keep their hands from shaking. “Why are you standing in the dark?” it almost sounded like… genuine concern? Villain’s eyebrows furrowed a bit, and they remained still for a moment before slowly reaching toward the light waiting for any indication of displeasure from Hero. Hero remained as unmoving as possible pulse rushing wildly through their ears. The light flicked on and Hero squeezed their eyes shut against the brightness.

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The first thing Villain noticed was Hero’s eyes, once adapted to the light they were wide, skitterish and their pupils were dilated. Hero was watching them with an emotion they had never seen from them before, their back pushed against the wall and their hands behind them. The whole thing was odd, normally Hero would stand tall, eyes daring them to fight or make some sassy comment. This seemed like an entirely different person. That’s when Villain noticed the blood, barely present on Hero’s swollen lip. Villains face darkened as they took a step into the room. “Hero, who—”

Before Villain could ask which henchman had dared lay hands on them Hero did something entirely unexpected. As soon as Villain stepped forward Hero stifled a whimper and cowered away. Villain froze. Everything clicked at that moment. The look, the posture, the eyes; Hero was terrified of them.

That had never been Villains intention. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Hero had been placed here for their protection, Supervillain’s heist was happening this week and Villain had begged to keep Hero somewhere where they would not cause problems. Unbeknownst to Supervillain, Villain just couldn’t stand the thought of sweet sacrificial Hero getting caught in the crossfire. They had never intended for something like this to happen.

“Hero?” Villain almost whispered.

Hero kept their eyes solidly trained on Villains boots and Villain could see their lip almost trembling. Villain took another step forward this time, much more slowly as they spoke “Hero, listen to me.” Another step, another whimper from Hero. “I am not going to hurt you.” Villain was not known for being reassuring but something about seeing Hero, their Hero, so broken, eyes like a kicked puppy, something tugged at them. They were so close to Hero now, almost close enough to reach out and touch them. Hero’s head was down, shoulders slumped as if to protect themselves but their hands remain decisively behind them. Something was behind Hero.

“What are you holding?” Villain couldn’t help the slightly suspicious tone. Perhaps this was all a hoax, a farce to get Villain close enough for Hero’s scheme. Hero didn’t answer.

“What are you holding, Hero?” the sympathy left Villains voice and they stood up straight again, tall and threatening. “Show me. Now.” Hero’s wide eyes met Villain’s a moment before Villain struck. Villain closed the distance between them grabbing Hero’s shoulders and turning them forcing their chest against the wall. Hero’s breathing hitched as Villain held them firmly in place. Villain instantly examined Hero’s hands, freezing at what they saw. They hadn’t asked henchmen for the power restraining binding.

Guilt flowed through Villain as they began to feel Hero’s body shudder under their grip. Villain wanted to apologize, to say sorry. Instead, their grip loosened as they traced the moon shaped indents Hero’s nails had made against their restrained palms. “I didn’t know” they fully released Hero who immediately tried to put space between them. “I didn’t ask them to put those on you, believe me.”

Hero swallowed as they took a step to the side their voice shook but they tried to resemble the Hero they were. “Don’t ask me to believe that Villain.”

Villain’s eyes raked over them, disheveled, shaking and still fighting back, even if it was just a little.

“Even if it’s the truth?” Villain tried to step closer, but Hero moved back.

“If it’s the truth,” Hero took a shaking breath. “Prove it.”

The room was still as they both stood silently, Hero just beginning to think maybe they had made the wrong move. Then Villain sprang into action. Determinedly they began to close the gap between them, it was unexpected, and Hero tried to move away but Villain was ready this time. Before Hero could register what was happening their back hit the wall at the corner of the room with Villains body blocking all escape.

Hero’s ears burned red at their proximity and heartbeat faster knowing they were completely trapped. They wanted to put their hands up as a barrier, a separation between them, but they couldn’t. They couldn’t fight back; they dropped their gaze, breath once again shaky at Villains mercy.  

Warm fingers gently directed their chin upwards, Hero tried to pull out of Villain’s touch but Villain wouldn’t let them, fingers still gingerly holding Hero’s chin as they waited for Hero to relax enough to look them in the eyes. When Hero finally complied Villain hummed in approval,

“In order to 'prove it' you have to let me near you, Sweetheart.”

Villain could feel Hero’s breath hitch at the nickname. Villain continued “I didn’t put those cuffs on you, I don’t have the key so I can’t just let you out.” Hero stiffened “but hold on relax I wasn’t finished.” Villain waited for Hero to breathe again. “I know how to break you out, the thing is,” Villain finally dropped their fingers from Hero’s face. “You have to trust me and stay still.”

Hero’s fear of Villain was only surpassed by the insane desire to be free. They offered Villain a small nod. It was still hard for Hero to think with Villain’s body so close so entrapping and warm, but they didn’t have another option in sight.

“Alright then. But first—” Villain delved quickly into their pocket and retrieved a clean white handkerchief. Unfortunately, all Hero saw was Villains raised hand and quick movement. They flinched in anticipation of a blow. When it never came, they opened their eyes slowly and upon seeing the contents of Villain’s hand realized their mistake. Carefully they met Villains gaze, it was not angry as expected, more of an emotion they couldn’t place but it seemed almost like disappointment.

Villain broke eye contact this time as they folded the handkerchief and held it up almost shyly. “For your lip.” Villain paused a strange weight coming between them,

“We’re not in uniform, I wouldn’t hit you like that.”

Hero studied Villains face and upon seeing truth, nodded slowly in understanding.

Villain offered a half smile devoid of actual happiness just to show they were glad they were understood before raising the cloth, slower this time, in Hero’s direction. Hero pulled away their voice small, “could we wait until after you take the cuffs off?”

“Would you let me clean your lip if both your hands were free?”

Hero paused, “Yes.”

“Liar.” Hero's lips almost quirked at how well Villain knew them. “I can see what you can’t, it will be better if I do it…Or do you not trust me?”

It was a trap and Hero knew it, if they said they didn’t trust them how would they ever get the cuffs off. And if they said they did Villain would do what they wanted anyway. It was a lose-lose situation.

Villain could sense the inner conflict and interrupted “Just trust me. Please.”

Hero took a shuddering breath, once again they were posed with a choice that wasn’t really much of a choice. “Ok, go ahead.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You wouldn’t like my answer,” Hero retorted. “be content that I’m allowing you to do this.”

Villain who had given Hero more space in the last few moments closed the gap and rested their hand on the wall behind Hero’s head “Since when are you in control of this situation?”

That shut Hero up pretty quickly. The forgotten fear had come back as they remembered exactly who they were sassing. Villain didn’t wait for Hero’s thoughts to catch up rather brought the handkerchief up to Hero’s face, wiping away the little blood that had stained their bottom lip. Hero’s face was beet red, and they didn’t know where to look. Villain was so concentrated, and their hand was impossibly gentle. Hero tried not to move, much less shiver at Villain's touch.

Villain finished cleaning the drying blood and they refolded the handkerchief to a clean space. One hand moved to cradle Hero’s jaw and Hero tensed as Villains thumb calmly caressed Hero bottom lip.

“Relax.”

It was quite hard to relax when Hero’s heart was practically beating out of their chest. No one had ever held them like this, much less been this gentle. They would have wanted to lean into the touch had they not remembered just who’s hands they were in. Their arch nemesis, Villain, the one who had put them here, the one they were afraid of! Hero’s mind screamed at them to pull away and stop the mixed feelings, but Villain interrupted,

“Am I hurting you?”

Hero’s eyebrows furrowed “What?” they practically whispered.

“I asked if I was hurting you.” Villain asked matter of factly.

Confused Hero shook their head, “No.”

Villains thumb resumed lightly rubbing Hero’s lip

“Then please relax so I can see your cut. It’s mostly on the inside.” Hero’s lips only relaxed a bit with the information. Villain looked at Hero with a longsuffering glint in their eyes. “Would you please let me help you? I’m not trying to hurt you.” Hero didn’t want to give in, to trust the person before them but something in Villain’s tone reminded them, they were safe. What an odd word to use while in a situation like this. However, Hero took a deep breath and allowed Villain to assess the damage.

Villain was careful, painstakingly so. They wiped away the fresh blood and put a small amount of pressure on the miniature wound. Hero winced.

“Sorry” Villain seemed to wince with them. Just as quickly as it had begun it was over. Villain ran a thumb over their lip one last time before dropping all contact from which Hero had to hide their sigh of relief.

Stuffing the handkerchief back in their pocket Villain took a step back before sitting down in one of the cushioned chairs leaving Hero standing dumbly in the corner.

“You were really that scared of me?”

Hero gave a confused look.

Villain gestured to their own lip. “The bite. You must have done it right before I came through the door.”

“I-I well what was I supposed to expect when you said you’d deal with me personally?”

“Well I thought I would come in and have a deal of fun with you.”

Hero’s features contorted at the implication before Villain realized their mistake.

“No no no that’s not what I meant” they almost rose from their seat before taking their face in their hands “that was not what I meant at all, I misspoke. I meant I was going to congratulate you on your escape and I thought we would banter like we always do. I didn’t think you would see me as the threat and…I wasn’t planning any of this.”

A long pause followed Villains outburst, the quiet calming Hero as they could sense the almost fond attitude Villain had towards them. In fact, if they didn’t know better they would even say that Villain was embarrassed by the things said in the last few moments. Villain sat stick straight looking vastly uncomfortable. Hero couldn’t help this strange feeling inside of them, perhaps it was their Heroic instincts or maybe just the fact that they truly understood that Villain was not planning to hurt them at the moment. Whatever it was Hero did something they hadn’t done the entire time they had seen Villain. They closed the gap between them and unquestioningly turned their back and held out their hands.

“I trust you.”

Part 2

#hero x villain #scared hero #villain x hero #flinch #flinching #Hero x villain flinch #Villain x scared hero #dramatic tension #hero #villain #oneshot #snippet #my writing #ficlet

[thefugitivesaint]

Sue Coe, ''Flinch'', #3, Aug. 1999

#Sue Coe #english artists #flinch #comic covers #comic book covers #animal rights

[soundcrusher]

Work's a horror show and I got a funny little idea.

So... doodle time it is!

The Record and Overlord doodle isn't part of my idea, but it was way too damn funny to not doodle it.

Also! Featuring @cuppajj's Sentient Lost Light being a papa to baby Pheonix, because that's a huge part for my funny little idea.

#transformers #transformers oc #phoenix #reg/phoenix #record #galen #flinch #sentient lost light au #sentient lost light #overlord

[haveyoureadthiscomic-poll]

#flinch #vertigo #vertigo comics #dc vertigo #dc comics #horror #horror comic #horror comics #anthology #poll

[ace-reaction-images]

#ace copular #ace ppg #ppg #reaction images #the powerpuff girls #confused #startled #scared #flinch #flinching #shocked #the gangreen gang

[lichfucker]

[image description expanded from alt text: digital drawings of five characters, with sketchy pencil-like line art and flat colors. each character has a different pastel-colored background. first is Velkyn, a muscular drow with dark grey skin and long white hair worn in dutch braids. they're wearing a sleeveless teal shirt and are glaring ahead at the viewer with their arms crossed. the background is teal. next is Flinch, a green-skinned tiefling with long darker green hair, a short beard, solid bronze-colored eyes, and curling ram horns. he's wearing a purple shirt with a flared collar beneath a black vest, and he's excitedly saying, "In his evil name!" the background is purple. next to Flinch is Kor, a tan-skinned human with white hair slicked into a ponytail and shaved on the sides. she's wearing a sheer long-sleeved shirt covered in yellow moons beneath a dark blue tube top, a light blue bandana around her neck, and dark blue lipstick. Kor is glancing over her shoulder at the viewer and smiling. the background is blue. first on the second row is Damiane, a light-skinned halfling with dark wavy hair and a scar through one eye. they're wearing greenish metal armor, a red scarf, and red lipstick, and looking down with concern at their hand. Damiane's fingertips are turning black and their hand is saying, "Take me to my brothers!" the background is yellow. last is Curmudgeon, a purple-skinned tiefling with stringy grey chin-length hair, blacked-out eyes with thin red irises, and a pair of black swooping horns. they're wearing a black and red mantle over a black and white shirt, and a silver choker around their neck. they're rolling their eyes and holding up their middle finger. the background is red. end id]

accidentally opening an infernal portal and causing the sky to rain blood? sneaking out of bazzindell with your partner's not-quite-ex-spouse? accidentally contracting hell-hand? getting put on hold by your evil dragon deity's receptionist? betraying your only friend by stealing a diamond from him? failing to burn down a church? coming back to the empire just in time for a hostile takeover? being told by a judge in a magic dream that you're not allowed to get divorced?

what a fiasco!

(click for quality 🙄)

#bluh bluh #ttrpgs #tess draws things #reforged fiasco my fucking beloved #the fact that these insane little guys just. exist in the world now #tieflings have a natural immunity against hell-hand it's super mild for them but for damiane? good luck #kldjfsdf #velkyn #flinch #kor #damiane #curmudgeon

[chimericmacandcheese]

i saw this and knew i needed to draw over it

#art #chimericmacandcheese #artwork #artists on tumblr #drawing #digital art #pokemon #pokemon fanart #pikachu #ash ketchum #meme #stunfisk #fishing #flinch #boating

[felixcosm]

If FLINCH really is a person and not an AI, they must have the patience of a saint to deal with all the requests thrown at them.

#woe.begone #FLINCH #flinch posting #i'm still leaning towards him being an AI tbh

[isamajor]

Whumpblrful’s 100 Drabble Challenge - Whump Edition (prompt 26 to 30)

More of of @whumpblrful‘s 100 Drabble Challenge with Skyrim Custom-voiced Followers.

26 – Flinch

He hated caves. The stale air that stagnated there. The feeling of suffocation and the possibility of being swallowed up under tons of earth and stone. Telmiltarion had followed the Dragonborn and the others, with his teeth clenched, his stomach knotted, and his ears straining for the slightest suspicious noise. The sudden echo of rolling pebbles made him flinch nervously. He suppressed a small cry, his sweaty hands clutching the hilt of his sword to keep them from shaking. With each noise a little too sharp, a little too close, the Altmer could not suppress the reflex flinches of his body. (101)

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27 – Forgiven

"You will never be forgiven, I never can. You were a Thalmor bastard.", Kaidan threw at Taliesin, with a dark look. The Mer sighed, lowering his eyes. The barb hurt. He had a lot of blood on his hands. All for the ego of his father and the Aldmeri society, which were not afraid to break a young soul to fit the mold. But that, Kaidan probably couldn't hear. It certainly didn't erase his guilt. And besides, was that forgivable ? The bottom of his soul wasn't bad, Taliesin just hoped his time in the Thalmor hadn't tainted it too much. (104)

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28 – Abuse

Lucien was shaking. The guards had accused him of theft he had not committed. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and seemed like the perfect culprit to them. Barbs and insults rained down first, and when Lucien found a bit of courage to oppose them with his right, the beatings followed. The guards pushed Lucien against the cold stone wall.

"Pathetic Imperial scum. No one will believe you. We are the law."

In the dimness of the cell, they abused the scholar, until his spirit broke and he agreed to confess this theft he had never committed. (102)

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29 – Brainwashing

His father relentlessly molded him to be shaped into the perfect Thalmor. Day after day, he was subjected to mental conditioning, his own thoughts twisted to align with Thalmor ideals. Taliesin was the first born son, he couldn't disappoint his father.

"You must rid yourself of weakness", his father would say, his voice like ice. "Embrace the rightfulness of our cause."

The brainwashing took its toll, leaving Taliesin questioning his own identity, hating is own body. The line between truth and manipulation blurred, and he found himself torn between loyalty to his homeland and the doubt in his heart. (100)

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30 – Illness

His body was burning with fever and shivering. The Rattles. The others assumed he held on as long as he could so he wouldn't have to show his pain. And now, Nebarra was unable to get up, his body weak and crippled with aches.

"You need to rest.", Xelzaz sighed, pressing a cloth soaked in cold water to the mercenary's forehead.

"I don't need your pity, lizard.", he growled in a hoarse, weak voice before looking away.

Xelzaz didn't bother to retort. Seeing Nebarra so weak and sick affected him more than he imagined. (98)

#skyrim #skyrim custom followers #100whumpdrabbles #telmiltarion #kaidan #taliesin #lucien flavius #nebarra #xelzaz #flinch #forgiven #abuse #abused by guards #brainwashing #conditioning #illness #fever #whump #whump drabble

[doobledabbadoo]

made tthis silly lil creature for @/tmfromhell last night raaghfbffhfbfhfb

#dooble moment #my art #not my oc #flinch #fanart #hhhhhhh sorry im not usually one to ping people #but yea flinch is fun to draw #theyre so silly #i wwonder how theyll win a fight with a 40 ton plane crashing right through them /j

[hellfireconfessions]

but anyways, more screenshots of hf people being weird asf.

for context: fish (the victim) is 16flinch is 21

demon is 14, lied and said they were 25

and the muts are random members

the blacklist was public and shaming people  MOD EDIT: It’s hard to critique 2 minors, Demon and Fish are just kids who will learn better. However based off these Flinch is 100% a pedo and the screen of their excuse is garbage. If theres any more evidence of sexual stuff please start censoring any explicit words from the minors side it feels gross to read them. Adults being exposed do not have to be censored

#fishsticks #flinch #demonthedead

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: LOTS of flashing lights, profane language, spoilers, violence

Title: JT ⬗ paramnesia

Editor: Biotic

Song: Flinch

Artist: Hellhills

Anime: Perfect Blue (film)

Category: (Dark) Drama

#anime #amv #perfect blue #hellhills #music #video #song #youtube #editing #JT ⬗ paramnesia (Perfect Blue AMV) #JT ⬗ paramnesia #biotic #flinch #(dark) drama #drama #dark drama #Youtube

[ufonaut]

Just when you thought you'd outran your past, eh, John...?

Flinch (1999) #7

(Devin Grayson, Phil Jimenez)

#flinch #flinch 1999 #devin grayson #phil jimenez #dc #dc comics #vertigo #vertigo comics #lgbt #dcedit #comicedit #comicsedit #u can reblog #WHOA

[soundcrusher]

Just found them in my camera roll again and I don't think I've ever posted these.

Featuring the best Eda I have ever drawn! (I really need to colour that pic some day.)

Eda and Sideways(that ass) by @tachyon-omlette

Flinch by me

#transformers #transformers animated #transformers oc #flinch #oc: eda of unicron #sideways #I fucking hate-love sideways #he's such an aft; no matter the contenuity XD

[10ths-writing-corner]

Febuwhump #1-3: Touched starved, flinch, alt. Soft words.

His heart was racing, nervousness making his stomach twist in knots. Icy blue eyes stared with longing his beloved’s hands. Oh, how he wanted to feel his touch without having that annoying voice alerting him to push it away. If Henrik was going to make this work out then he had to work through some of his fears.

He took a deep breath before turning his back towards Jameson and brushing his brown locks forward. He ignored every urge, every alert he had to put on a shirt and cover the history and burden he carried on his skin, he pressed on. The anticipation was killing him but as soon as he gave a gentle nod then he felt gentle fingers glide over his back. Even if he knew it was coming, the sudden contact made the doctor flinch. He felt the bed dip behind him, Jameson shifting just a bit forward so he could be on Henrik’s eyesight. Worried eyes search his face before he quickly signs. {Was I too quick?}

“No, no…” Henrik says too quick, “I was surprised… Your hands, they are soft.”

{We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.}

“I want to. I-I wish to have the ability to hold you, and for you to hold me without fear.” Vulnerability, something Henrik had such a hard time showing after the suffering he endured. But for him… he was willing to try. Jameson nods and returns to his previous spot.

The dapper places a small amount of lotion on his hands, his sapphire eyes running over the numerous scars adorning Henrik’s back. Who would’ve thought someone like Henrik concealed such pain… gentle fingers near the doctor’s skin once more, and soon make contact with the scarred tissue. He can notice Henrik’s back tensing up, the doctor going rigid and still. Fingers glide with much gentleness and care, stoping here and there when Henrik took sharp breaths.

Henrik’s words still roamed in his head. “I wish to try something.” And how surprised Jameson was at the request, but even then, the dapper only showed support and kindness. In someone else’s eyes this may seem silly, but he couldn’t help but to feel proud of the big step Henrik took. Though, Jameson is brought out of his thoughts when he hears a soft sniffle and he comes to a complete stop. Before Jameson could move in front of Henrik, the doctor speaks.

“Thank you…” Henrik whispered, “T-This means— It means too much for me.” It didn’t take long for Jameson to notice the tears streaming down Henrik’s cheeks, yet a soft smile adorned his face. Not because he felt pity, or bad for Henrik, but because he noticed how he had come to relax his body. How he had unconsciously started to take normal breaths. And Jameson would do anything to keep his beloved in this state.

#Jacksepticeye #jse community #henrik von schneeplestein #dr. schneeplestein #jameson jackson #jjstein #vintagedoctor #ego shipping #whump #hurt comfort #febuwhump2023 #no. 1 #no. 2 #no. 3 #touched starved #flinch #alt. soft words

[ace-reaction-images]

#ace copular #ace ppg #ppg #reaction images #the powerpuff girls #flinching #flinch #confused #pain #cringe #surprised