#i cant make it stop there is no injury there there should be no pain

[faultsofyouth]

Oh my god my scars are burning my scars are burning

#i cant make it stop there is no injury there there should be no pain #this scar is nearly 4 years old (if it was alive it would be a gemini) it should not hurt anymore #there isnt even any narrative purpose im literally chilling OOF OUCH OWIE #my posts

[beenbaanbuun]

seventeen’s reaction to their youngest member getting injured

choi seungcheol

has already lost 10 years of his life just from worrying about you

loses 5 more when he has to accompany you to the hospital because of your broken leg

he tried to save the lecture until after he knows you’re okay, but he can’t help it when the leader in him comes out

the conversation *cough* reprimand *cough* lasts for the whole car journey and by the time you’ve got the the hospital, you’d already been blocking it out for 10 minutes

“you need to be more careful,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he might be frustrated, but he still wanted to show you he cared. “it might be a broken leg this time but who knows what it’ll be next time!”

at the end of the day he just cares about you too much to see you hurt

yoon jeonghan

if it isn’t bad, he’ll just tease you about how clumsy you are

probably still teases you if it is bad, but when you start tearing up because of how much it hurts, will immediately stop

causes hell just to make sure you’re getting the best treatment possible because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t make you were were as comfortable as possible

eventually calms down when you assure him you’re fine and you feel perfectly alright with what you’d been given

leaves 80% of the lecturing to seungcheol and just gives you a tiny one himself, mostly about how you’re not allowed to worry him

once he knows you’re feeling a little better, a switch will flip and he’ll go back to his regular annoying self just to try and get things back to normal

“well at least you didn’t fall down the stairs,” he laughed before cutting it short just a few seconds later, “oh, wait… never mind, you did!”

hong jisoo

was the only one around when you cut your finger open with the kitchen knife

doesn’t know what to do so he sends a text to seungcheol and shoves your hand under the cold tap for a while

tries to cheer you up but doesn’t really know how to when you’re bleeding profusely and crying just as much

eventually lands on his usual method of doing stupid shit just to get the tiniest smile out of you while you wait for anyone else to come and do the important part of patching you up

“keep your hand there,” he tells you as he lets go of your wrist and steps away from you, “get ready to feel better.”

100% does that silly little dance of his which has you cry laughing instead of just regular crying

you almost forget how much it hurts and shua considers his job done!

wen junhui

kind of clueless on what to do when you go to him with a bloody nose and tell him you got hit in the face playing foot volleyball

sits you down on the sofa whilst he frantically google’s how to stop nose bleeds

asks you to go and grab tissues before realising that you’re the one he’s supposed to be helping and goes to get them himself

winces a bit when he gets blood on his hands but remembers that he’s doing it for you and the grossness of it goes away pretty quickly

tries to talk you through the pain, letting you know about what he’s been doing with his day and what he’s planning to do later

“and then you came in to talk to me and i think that’s it,” he finished up recounting every second of his day as he switched the tissue for a clean one, “and then later i’m going to head to the practice rooms to-”

definitely forgets about your injury once the bleeding has stopped and boops you on the nose only to profusely apologise when you wince in pain

kwon soonyoung

if you could run away with a sprained ankle, you definitely should because hoshi will turn up his clinginess by about 80% the moment he hears that you have an injury

will not let you out of his sight until he knows you’re okay again

unfortunately for you that means you have a permanent body guard telling you what you can and can’t do which gets very old very fast

you cant even hide from him because god knows he will seek you out and yell at you for walking on your bad ankle too much

might be overbearing but in reality he just wants you to get better as quickly as possible because it makes him sad to see you in pain

“sit down and let me do it,” hoshi shouted as he noticed you trying to get a bowl of cereal for yourself, “and you wonder why i like to keep an eye on you…”

you eventually give into the clinginess in the hopes that he’ll get bored after a while… he doesn’t…

jeon wonwoo

freezes when he spots you crying and holding your wrist in front of the stove

literally does not know what to do in this situation because he usually palms it off onto one of his other members

but he’s the only one around and you’ve just been burnt and desperately need someone to help

so he walks over to you and drags you to the sink with your good wrist, all whilst muttering complaints about how you need to be more careful

strokes your hair when you’re running your wrist under the cold water to try and soothe you just a little

“you’re okay, y/n,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “i know it hurts but the longer you hold it under the water, the less it’ll hurt in the long run.”

passes you along to the next member that comes along but will check up on you every few minutes just to make sure you’re okay

lee jihoon

his first response is always ‘go find seungcheol’ when you go to him with an injury, but sometimes he’s the only one around and you look so upset and fuck… he’ll have to deal with this

very methodical about it - asks you what’s wrong, finds out what he needs to do, does it

he’ll try and hide his smile as you tell him about what stupid thing you were doing that got you hurt this time, but tries to hide it because at the end of the day, you’re still injured

usually shuffles in close whilst he’s bandaging you up just so you can lean on him in it gets too painful at any point

he refuses to complain about you leaning on him when you’re hurt because how can he deny you physical affection when it’s obviously making you feel better

in reality he just has a soft spot for you and uses you being hurt as an excuse to let you hug him with no complaints

“there we go, kid,” he rubs your arm affectionately, “all patched up…”

lee seokmin

panics because oh god his kid is hurt and he doesn’t know what to do and WHERE IS SEUNGCHEOL

will sit down and hold you close while he rings around the members to try and find one to come and help

he claims the cuddling is to help soothe, but you both know it’s so he can calm himself down more than anything

eventually gets ahold of another member and begs them to come home and help

breathes a sigh of relief when they agree; now his only job is making sure you’re calm and comfortable and nothing hurts too much

cue seokmin literally becoming your butler for the next 20 minutes whilst you wait for someone else to get home because he needs to make sure that you have everything you need

“do you need more tea?” he asks as you take the final sip. not even a second passes before the mug is taken from you and more tea is poured. “i’ll get you some more, just so you have it if you want it, okay?”

kim mingyu

tries his hardest to help but he can’t help but gag when you tell him about how you trapped you fingers in the car door

doesn’t know what to do so he literally wraps up your whole hand in gauze and calls it a day - it’s someone else’s problem now

spends more time trying to cheer you up than he actually does helping with your injury because at least he knows how to make you smile

tells you bad jokes until you can’t breathe from laughter and you’re begging him to stop

he stops but only so you can get your breath back, and then he starts again because laughter is clearly a great pain killer

“if it’s more jokes you want then it’s more jokes i have, pipsqueek,” mingyu smiled at you as you frantically shook your head, “no more jokes? well that’s boring… how about this one? why did the old man-”

continues until someone more qualified to deal with your gross injury gets home

xu minghao

doesn’t lecture you in the same way seungcheol does, but definitely gives you a speech about how you shouldn’t be putting yourself in dangerous situations

rolls his eyes at you when you try and pass the blame onto another member who you claimed to be your ‘partner in crime’ because he knows it was definitely just your own clumsiness

still tries his hardest to help clean up the scratch on your face that you got from who knows what - minghao had zoned out part way through your convoluted story

lets you squeeze his hand if the antiseptic makes your scratch hurt too much

even let’s you pick out a cute bandaid to put over it just because he knows it’ll cheer you up

“if your stylist gets mad at you, don’t come crying to me,” he grumbles as he presses a kind kiss to the bandaid, “it’s your own fault, no one else’s.”

tells you to be careful before you go running off to cause more trouble

boo seungkwan

very much an ‘i told you this would happen’ kind of person, even if he had not ‘told you so’ like he says he did

will roll his eyes when you get brought back to the dorms with a cast on your wrist, but is the first to help you carry your stuff inside

yells at you if you even think about lifting a finger but complains about how you’re making him do everything for you

you always tell him if it’s that much trouble you’ll do it yourself, but he’ll just glare at you and tell you to stop talking nonsense

threatens to tell seungcheol whenever he catches you with your arm out of your sling

would actually go through with it if he thought you were doing any real damage to your arm

“the doctor wouldn’t like you doing that, you know,” he muttered as he watched you stretch out your aching limb, “neither would seungcheol…”

choi hansol

vernon knows that if you go to him with an injury, you have exhausted literally every other option you have

literally clueless about what to do when you walk up to him with a black eye because you ran into a glass door

google is his best friend as he frantically searches how to reduce bruising

has no qualms with sending you to retrieve your own ice pack from the freezer as he does some more googling…

won’t do much to try and cheer you up other than putting on a movie and grabbing snacks for the two of you to share

doesn’t complain about holding your ice pack in place when you fall asleep on his shoulder… after all, it just means more snacks for him

falls asleep himself before the film is over and your ice pack ends up on the floor… so much for trying to reduce the bruising

lee chan

probably his fault you were injured in the first place so he makes you promise that if he helps then you won’t tell any of the older members

you only agree to the deal when he offers to buy you a meal as well as helping you clean and bandage the cuts on your knees from where he tripped you

he honestly tries his hardest to help, partly because he feels bad and partly because he doesn’t want to face anyone’s wrath when they find out he’s the reason you’re injured

tries is the main word, though, as he ends up having to get help from someone else anyway

he chooses the least likely member to get him in trouble and together him and mingyu puzzle over what to do about your knees

you eventually end up guiding them through the process of cleaning them and then wiping them down with antiseptic before bandaging them

“do you think i did a good job?” he asks once the bandages were secured over the grazes. you glared at him. “fine, a good enough job for you to not tell on me…”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt scenarios #svt fluff #seventeen fic #seventeen reactions #svt fic #svt reactions #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt addition #seventeen addition #svt 14th member #seventeen 14th member

[poppy-metal]

okay but if mafia!jordan exists What is their breaking point where you feel dumb and demeaned but something Happens that threatens you/your safety and they lose their mind and oopsie maybe they actually care about you

heheheheh cracks my knuckles.

dk how many words this is but a little more than a drabble so under a cut.

also warning the word r*pe is mentioned ( not executed) - this is a mafia au so dark shit should be pretty obvious.

you probably get lost one night, like you manage to slip past your constant gaurds while you're out because you've never really been out - you just wanna explore a little. the threat of being recognized and hurt doesn't even register to you.

n jordan has kept a leash on you but its a pretty loose one, trying not to care about you - trying not to fall. thinking it means they're giving up a part of themselves if they do. that's why they're mean to you. but they let you go out - with gaurds - because they're not a fucking dictator. when they come back though, panicked and worried because you were there one moment and then gone the next jordan feels a sense of panic they've never felt before. and not because losing you would look bad on them, genuine fear chills their blood. worse case scenario running through their head - you've been kidnapped, you're tied up and drugged in the back of some guys car rn, you're already dead, you've been sold to sex trafficking ring, just the thought of you being touched makes them grip their gun and empty the clip in the gaurds heads - just for letting it happen.

they call you - again and again and again. (your phone is dead and you forgot to charge it.) jordan has their staff and their close friends and anyone else they can call out looking for you while they pace back and forth, hands gripping at their dark hair, yanking it out of style, making it erratic and messy. biting their nails, kicking their desk. blood pumping faster than it ever has before. they think about never seeing you again, or of seeing your corpse and they wanna be sick. they think of your sweet smile and how you find things every day to be chipper about even when jordan has been a dick to you. god, they want to put a bullet in their own skull. thinking of you being alone and frightened. they're supposed to protect you, goddammit.

cut to you strolling through the doors to jordans study three hours later - buzzing with contentment because you'd gone to the new mall that opened! "jordy!" you call, bumbling into the open door, not catching the serious atmosphere because you're looking down at the bags in your arms. "you know that new mall that opened i told you about the other day? i went! and i got you something-"

when jordan hears your sweet voice they stop dead in the middle of the room. just kinda staring at you in slack jawed amazement. alive and well and back at home, your home together, where you should be, with a flush to your cheeks from the cold weather and a smile on your lips. alive and not dead. not hurt.

you're cut off from speaking with an oompth as jordan strides across the room and crushes you to them, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head, the other around your waist. your face immediately fits against the crook of their neck and your body kinda melts on instinct. you drop the bags to the floor and return the embrace immediately, you dont know why its happening, but the soldid warmth of jordan all around you makes you liquid. when your arms tentatively wrap around their waist, you feel jordan shudder against you, their grip becoming almost painful.

"jordan?" you ask softly. you're not complaining but this is certainly out of character.

they pull back, and its like their eyes cant skan over you fast enough - in their mind they're checking for injuries. but you look okay.

"fuck." they say and it echoes through the room. more emotion packed into that one curse than they've ever showed toward you. they run a hand down their jaw, "fuck."

you blink, noticing the tension now. glancing around the room. it just registers now who the mansion was empty when you came home. usually someone would have been there to greet you, take your bags.

"where is everyone? why is it so quiet?"

jordans hand starts to shake and they have to shake it out, flex their fingers so they dont - they dont know. strangle you? grab you and kiss the fuck out of you?

"you went to the mall." they say it slowly and deliberately.

you nod enthusiasticlly.

jordan breathes out very slowly, chest expanding.

"you ditched your gaurds."

ah.

"they were hovering!" you pout, "I know they're supposed to, but i didn't want two hulking men following me into -" here you squirm a little, getting flustered. jordan is staring blankly at you. "following me into the uh, feminine stores. it was just for a few hours though! I'll apologize to them-"

"they're dead."

"what?"

"i shot them."

"jordan-" you gasp, stomach dropping. guilt filling your lungs. tears sting your eyes immediately. "but - i didn't mean -"

"do you know what happens to mafia wives when another family finds them alone." jordans looking at their hands now, rolling a ring around their finger. their birth stone. they dont wait for you to reply, "they get shot if they're lucky - but that's usually not the case. waste of good blackmail. usually its beatings - rape is most definite. cut off limbs to send to her husband or her father as a threat or a gloat. sometimes they keep them alive, sex traffikers aren't picky after all. most of the time though, the rest of what's left gets dumped in the ocean."

a hand comes up to cover your mouth, shaking. you knew it was a dangerous idea, but. you didn't think - you didn't feel under threat. and now people are dead because of you? your bottom lip trembles. you dont know what to say.

you think jordan might really kill you, with the way they're talking, so when they reach out and tip your chin up, you flinch a little.

you're shocked to find fire in jordans eyes. every other time jordan has been pissed at you - its been ice.

"you made me -" their jaw works. "you worried the hell out of me today. do you understand what i was thinking? what could have happened to you... shit."

their grip tightens to the point of pain and tears fill your eyes again, but not from that. from your own guilt.

"im sorry," you whisper. "i didn't mean to."

"that can't fucking happen again."

you nod, a bobble head. but their gaze hardens and you squeak when their hand slides from your jaw to wrap around your delicate throat. they back you up against the wall. their eyes still blazing, two dark coals glaring down at you with so much passion you feel your cunt pulse between your legs. you can't help it.

"no. not a fucking nod, mouse. that shits not happening a second time - or I'll fucking be the one to kill you. do you understand?"

you tremble. gasp when you feel their rings dig into your skin.

"words. use them."

"yes," you eek out, wondering whats wrong with you that you're getting wetter. "yes i understand, jordan. im sorry."

their eyes flick to the bags at their feet. "go upstairs." they let you go, but dont step back. "I'll deal with you later. i have about twenty fucking phone calls to make."

you squeeze by them, gulping when your hard nipples brush against their chest. running upstairs like theres a flame under your ass. little do you know, your ass WILL be flaming later, but for a different reason.

when you're gone jordan visibly slumps in relief. putting their head in their hands for a second to calm the fuck down, to quell the desire to go upstairs after you and beat your ass with a belt for worrying them so fucking much. they dont trust themselves right now to not break you.

oh. you'll be punished. but if today has taught them anything, its that they want you in one piece.

#ask #frens <3 #mafia!jordan #tw: dark content #jordan li x reader #jordan experiencing the crushing fear of losing u and that making them realize they actually like u? #more likely than u think!!

[c4erul3um]

Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Part two

part one, part two, ...

Summary: After fight with anomaly, you're left wounded, remembering past.

Word count: 1,8k

A/N: Omg guys, thank you so much for the support on the first part, I didn't know it would blow up so much, so here is second part. Also, if you want the Spot x reader too or any of the spiderverse characters, I will be for your service. If you have any ideas or anything, ask me on my profile. I will write anything bcs I'm bored and don't have anything to do ^^ enjoy part two.

“What is it this time?”

I asked Jess as I exited the portal, walking into chaos. “You know, normal monday, some anomaly is on rampage and they cant get it to stop.” “Who is the anomaly?”

I said stretching my arms, I just got out of bed, don't judge me, when I can, I will sleep. “I think it's some kind of symbiote? Host's name is Cletus Kasady.” “Okay, then what's taking them all so long?” “Go ask them yourself.” She waved her hands around to emphasize her statement. “Okay.”

I shot my red webs on building above them and swung in the direction of the anomaly. When I was above them I saw it was really Carnage, but this one looked different, he had some kind of swirl tattoo on his forehead and was a lot bigger. “Okay, this one shouldn't be different than the other ones.” I said as I leapt off the wall I was crawling on. Gliding towards my target, it was night so I was in advantage because of my suit colors. When I was right above I shot my web right in front of the symbiote. This Carnage´s head shot up and it screeched at me.

“Can you be a little louder?” I yelled at it as it started to rampage on the buildings around it, I have to stop him before he does something bad. While it was destroying the buildings, I started to make cage-like thing around it with my webs, successfully trapping it inside. When it realized what I did he screeched again, my ears were most likely bleeding at this point. Just as I landed on the ground inside the cage thing it attacked me, creating tentacles with its slimy goo muscles it was made from.

“Hey, you're carnage, right?” I yelled at the beast, its smile got even wider, it was uncomfortable to watch. “Yeaah, and who you might be?” It asked in its deep voice. “Well, I'm spider-woman, but if you would like to know, my name is (Y/N). I'm here to stop you, you're from a different reality and I'm here to get you back. Do you want to go willingly or should I use violence?” It looked like it was actually considering what I said. “Can't miss opportunity, princess.” It chuckled darkly. I just stared at it blankly and shot my web at him, successfully hitting it, then with great speed I started to stick the symbiote with my webs to buildings around us, he was unlike all other symbiotes, he had solid shape, not being just slime. When it realized what I was trying to do, he spun around in his restraints and before I could do something more.

I felt pain in my abdomen, looking down I saw a tentacle made from his goo. "Ah, fuck…" The tentacle leaving my abdomen and retracting back inside him, leaving behind a nasty hole inside me. My suit automatically goes above the wound, making it seem like nothing happened on the outside. I cought up some blood from my mouth, my hand going over my masked mouth. I crouched down on the pavement, hunching over. "ha ha ha…Not so brave spiderman?!"

"spider-woman." I muttered as I started to stand up, ignoring my injury I threw myself off the ground with help of my webs. Striking the last web on this monster, it was trapped and couldn't move. Suddenly an orange shield trapped it for the final time. "Took you long enough." "Well you looked like you had fun." Jess said. I tapped something on my watch and the portal opened before me. "Take care of this thing." "Will do." Was the last thing I heard before stepping into the portal, being sucked in a tube like force field around me, flying towards I stopped and walked out of the portal.

The HQ was lively as always, different spider people from different universes going about their day. When I stepped on the ground and out of the portal, I remembered my injury, falling on the ground with hiss. Some of the spider people noticed my fall and went to help me, helping me stand up. "Hey you okay?" "Do you want to go to infirmary?" Too much noise. "Hey! All of you move!" I heard a familiar voice. Miguel. "(Y/N)! ¿qué pasó?" "I need to go to infim…" Darkness.

~

"What's wrong with her?" Miguel asked the doctor spiderman. "She has a really deep wound on her abdomen, if she came in later she would most likely bleed out." I just looked at her limp body laying on the hospital table. Machine operating her abdomen, she had a breathing mask on her face. Fuck, Muñeco, you better don't die on me.

~

What…what's happening…When I opened my eyes I saw some kind of robotic arms inside my abdomen. My eyes widened as I remembered my past.

~~

Younger (Y/N) was sitting in her cell, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. The doors to my cell opened, bringing some light into the dark room. "Hello experiment - 5076, how are you feeling today?" Asked the sickening voice of one of the doctors. I just continued to stare at the wall. "Not talking today, I see." He said to himself.

"Follow me, 5076." I stood up and followed the doctor outside, walking through white walls, everything looked the same. "Sit down." He ordered. I just sat and stared. "Okay, today we are going to try something new." That's not good. I looked at the object he was holding, it looked like a syringe with some glowing red liquid. I flinched when restrains suddenly clicked over my hands and legs, keeping me in place. He rolled my sleeve and injected the red liquid into my vein. My eyes widened and I screamed because of the intense pain it left after injecting. The doctor left the room.

Miguel watched from behind the mirror Glass, horrified, he didn't know they were testing their experiments on humans. Porque no me di cuenta antes. He pushed his glasses from sliding off his nose. I need to help her escape tonight. The young doctor thought to himself.

The girl's body started thrashing, visibly in pain, all the other doctors were just looking, scribbling down onto their papers. After a few minutes some robotic arms came up from the ceiling and started to grab onto her, grounding her in place, after some more fight, the girl relaxed. Is she dead? Her head shot up and looked right into the mirrored glass and into Miguel's eyes. Can she see me? Her eyes were bright scarlet, she had fangs and was breathing heavily, her eyes were teary.

Miguel's wide eyes stared right back at her, her head co cocked to the side little. It was like unspoken conversation was being said between the two people.

~

"I think the DNA change worked, my fellow coworkers, we made a new Spiderman." Said the head doctor of the department. I didn't say anything and just left the room.

It was late at night, all of my coworkers had gone home already, I was the only one here. I stood up from my chair and started to walk towards the experiment's cells, looking around to see if there isn't anyone there. When I stood in front of 5076 cell I took out my card and swiped it on the tablet by the doors. The doors opened, I walked in, looking around.

"Hey, girl, are you here..?" "what do you want?" Quiet voice said, I saw her sitting silhouette on the ground, motionless. "I came here to rescue you." Her head whipped to my face, her red eyes glowing in the dark. "Why would you do that." "I didn't know they experimented on humans, it's just so inhumane, I don't want you to suffer." I said to her. She slowly stood up from her sitting position, coming up to me. She looked up to my face and tilted her head. "Come on, follow me." I said and walked out of her cell. "You can escape this way." I pointed down the white hallway, her head came from the darkness of her cell and looked the way I was pointing. She looked at me, her eyes having excitement inside them, her face holding hope. "thank you." As she walked out fully, I saw she had talons on her hands, she started to walk when alarms started to ring around us, the white hallway enveloped in red from the warning lights. She flinched and started to run, me doing the same, running off the other way.

~

I was running down the hallway when I heard loud steps, a lot of them. I ran into some kind of lab, there were containers with some slime everywhere, different colors and sizes, I saw people in black uniforms, helmets, shields and weapons. "Experiment 5076, get back into your cell and we won't hurt you." My instincts were ablaze, I was bloodthirst. Without a word I launched myself on them and started swinging my talons at them, successfully hitting some of them, killing them. One was trying to run, when I swung my hand at him I hit some kind of container.

Black goo crawled upon my hand and disappeared into me. What. I tried to ignored it and killed the last guy, blood, blood was everywhere. I went ahead into some doors, staircase. I ran down maybe, like, 20 floors, panting. I exited through doors and found myself at the side of the building, in some kind of alleyway. "fuck…my side." My side burned, one bullet hit me right into my side. I sank down the wall, holding my side when I heard footsteps. "I knew you would do it." The guy who helped me escape ran up to me, smiling. "Will you go with me? I will heal you and take care of you." "Well it's not like I have anywhere to go, right." He chuckled at my sarcasm.

~~

The vision started to fade as I regained my consciousness. Blood, a lot of blood. I was clawing at my body, trying the machine to get off me. "Hey! (Y/N)! Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself-!" Miguel. I looked up to his face, tears streaming down my face. "Im sorry…" was the last thing I heard before feeling a pinch in my arm and being surrounded by darkness.

A/N: this idea fot the plot came up to me last night, I had to write it down. Hope you liked it :>

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[inevitablysomber-dark]

hi luv, i have a request

reader gets badly hurt by rafe or put in danger because of his addiction. that’s like her last straw and she tells rafe she cant be with him if he keeps using. he begs n pleads but reader needs space

over a few days rafe acts crazy, sending her messages n shit saying how he’s gonna make it right bc he “loves” her. reader ignores him for a bit and then once she is ready, goes over to his to talk to him abt the relationship. when she gets there though she overhears rafe talking shit about how reader is the bad person for leaving him + invalidating the severity of the danger he put her in + is literally high on coke while going on this rant

she tells him off, he doesn’t let her leave, idk abt the rest i just see a lot of angst and possessive rafe💌

Of Bullets and Wounds:

Warning: There are some intense, nonconsensual sexual themes in this story, also domestic abuse, and injury. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Thoughts and Opinions are Welcome

You didn't understand how you let things get this severe or allowed Rafe to push things as far as he did despite your reluctance.

You probably figured things always worked out and you would be fine.

Unfortunately, that kind of thinking had you keeled over in immeasurable pain and panic as you held on to your injured arm for dear life.

Due to some incident that Topper had with JJ, Rafe, and his little trio, and had recently stumbled upon a firearm, courtesy of Barry. You didn't understand what happened, but something told you Topper had started it.

You couldn't say that to Rafe because admitting the pogues were anything, but guilty would ruin his little fantasy of them being the bad guys.

He lured you out of the comfort of your room for a date night, and somehow you ended up at the beach with the dream team, high and impulsive while playfully handling a dangerous firearm.

You were tired, you had been tired for a while now, and at this point in your lives, you were wondering when Rafe was going to grow the fuck up.

You sat beside a makeshift bonfire as they tampered with the weapon, mostly Rafe, consistently telling them that this was a bad idea and that maybe they should put the gun away and go home.

In fact, your statement made Rafe a bit more rebellious, and he seemed to get a bit more reckless with it.

Shooting out rounds to the ocean, laughing and trying to reassure you. You weren't having fun, not that the night had been a gaggle of laughs, but when the pit of your stomach began to churn, you felt that you needed to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

Rafe noticed as you got up and began to gather your things, and in his hurry to stop you, a bullet shot off in your direction.

Rafe had shot you.

It wasn't on purpose, but you couldn't help but think you wouldn't be in this situation if he had listened to you from the beginning.

The pain was unbearable, and it was all you could focus on as he carried you to the jeep and had Topper drive you out to the hospital.

"Let me see," he says

"Don't touch me," you cringe on the other end of the backseat, doing your best to get as far away from him as possible.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, but please let me see it," he begs.

You desperately shake your head. "No,"

"Just let me fucking see it," he was no longer gentle, and as his patience wore thin, he grabbed your injured arm and taking a look at the wound.

"It hurts," you start hitting him, hoping it would get him to stop pulling on your arm.

But that makes him angrier, as he takes hold of your neck, threatening you with a squeeze. "Stay fucking still," he growls.

You stop, the fear in your belly was spreading to your chest. He goes into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, turning on the flash to get a better view of your injury.

"It looks like a graze," he says.

You take a peek at the open wound, the skin ripped open as blood seeped out, but it didn't look like a hole.

"You're gonna tell them we were playing around at the beach, and you fell on a bunch of rocks."

You're taken aback as the lie flows effortlessly through his lips.

Once you get to the hospital, you tell them precisely what Rafe told you, and you feel like an idiot. He was by your side the entire time, acting as moral support while you got your stitches.

Topper took you back to the beach to pick up Rafe's truck, and Rafe took you home.

Before he can turn off his truck, you let it all go.

"I don't think this is working," you stare at your hands to avoid looking him in the eyes.

"What?" his voice deep and clear. He must be off his high.

"I'm not saying it should be forever, but I think we should take a long break," if you were being honest, you'd been thinking about it for a while and didn't think you'd ever return.

"Y-"

Before he could finish his statement, you jumped out of the truck, rushing to your front door.

"Wait!" he shouts, grabbing your injured arm.

You let out a strangled cry, emphasizing your pain.

"Look, if it's about the whole gun thing, I said I was sorry."

He didn't get it, and frankly, you weren't surprised. Rafe was incapable of thinking about any perspectives outside of his own.

"It's not just the gun, Rafe. It's the fact that every time you get high, you find trouble, and somehow I get dragged along for the ride. It was fun when we first started dating, but now I'm scared and tired." you heave a heavy sigh getting everything off your chest.

"Look, I promise to be better, just don't do this," he whispers, sounding desperate.

"No, we can't be together if you're going to keep using and acting out like this."

"Please"

"We're adults now, Rafe," you open your door.

"Please don't do this to us," he tries to push his way in, and despite going up against his strength, you manage to hold your own.

"Look, I just need some space, I'll see you later,"

Despite the struggle, you lock the door before pushing your back against it.

"What the fuck."

You really didn't want to see Rafe ever again. The night at the beach put things into perspective as you considered him a future partner.

In conclusion, he was very unfit.

Unfortunately, Rafe didn't seem to understand the concept of 'space' since that night. Either that, or he didn't respect you enough to give it to you.

He was constantly messaging you with love bombs, and I'm sorry's, With the last message alluding to him making things right and you effectively having him blocked since.

But that didn't stop Rafe.

He delivered flowers and chocolates to your home, even getting your mother to talk to you about how good your relationship was and that you shouldn't destroy it over a little spat.

He clearly didn't tell her what happened, and you had half a mind to expose his sorry ass.

You let the situation stew for about two weeks before finally deciding to talk to him.

You unblock him and ask to meet up, and he responds by saying anytime and that you knew where to find him.

As you walk up the steps to his mansion, you hear someone making noise by the pool in the backyard and decide to check it out.

When you get closer, you hear your name on what sounds like Rafe's lips.

"She's being such a bitch about the whole thing. It was a fucking accident. She's acting like I held the gun to her fucking face and pulled the trigger on purpose,"

When you look over, he's moving back and forth on the pool's edge, gun in hand, with agitated movements. He was very animated with the occasional tick, and as soon as you heard him sniffle and go to wipe his nose, you knew he was still using.

This bastard and his audacity, before you could walk away, he spots you calling out your name and quickly hanging up with whoever he had on the line.

"What that was-" as soon as he grabs your arm, you push him off and decide to face the Devil.

"Fuck you, Rafe. You're gonna grow to be a miserable old man, stuck to this fucking island, except you won't have daddy's money to ease the pain."

You get in his face, anger slowly building in your chest as you get louder.

"What's worse is that you won't be a kook. No, you'll live on the cut just like the pogues you hate so fucking much, you miserable cokehead,"

You huff as you try to walk away, but he grabs your waist.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he says, irritation laced in his tone.

"I'm going home, let go," you try to push him off, but his hold gets tighter.

"You're not going anywhere,"

You feel a cold heavy metal pushed up against your neck, and still.

"That's my good girl," he says, pulling you into the house and throwing you on the couch, with the gun still in his hand and facing your direction.

"Rafe-"

"No, I gave you the space you needed, you're done, and you're coming back to me." he sits next to you, gun still pointed your way. "Babe, you don't understand just how much I need you in my life. You can't just walk away from me."

He tries to pull you into a kiss, and in the midst of you pushing him away, he clumsily drops the gun.

Feeling a chance come up, you rush for it, but Rafe is faster and stronger as he slams you against the couch.

Your lungs struggle to breathe at the impact, and he takes this opportunity to lift your skirt and rip off your thong.

Pushing his fingers deep into your cunt, roughly fondling you as you try to fight back.

"Rafe, Stop. Please,"

He chuckles as if he thought of something funny. He flips you over without so much of a struggle on his end.

You hear his movement as he adjusts his shorts to pull his cock out.

He massages your ass, giving it a harsh smack. "This is all mine," he gives it another one. "Don't you ever forget that,"

He pulls your cheeks apart as wide as you can handle, and you feel the head of his cock poking into your entrance.

He feels so much larger as your pussy stretches around him. A thought then occurs to you.

"Condom," you say

"Don't worry about that. I wanna be the only thing on your mind," he quickly forces the rest of his cock inside you.

All it takes is a few pumps for him to catch a rhythm, hovering over you as he rolls your clit between his fingers.

You were so wet and didn't understand why. But Rafe didn't care, his enjoyment of the situation evident as his grunts became rabid.

"Fuck" he says as he flips you around so that you're facing him. Pushing himself back into your body. Exhausted by the situation, you just let it happen and let your eyes close as you felt the sensations.

" Look at me," he says. "I wanna see your face when I cum inside you,"

Your eyes open at his suggestion.

"Rafe, no!" you put your hands against his pelvis as you try to push him off. He just grabs them and pulls them over your head as he fucked you with more vigor than before. His other hand plays with your clit as you're forced into an orgasm, toes curled and back arched, with him following close behind. Filling you with his seed, a creampie forms as you feel it leaking out.

"You're gonna be stuck with me forever, bitch."

#Dark!Rafe Cameron #Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader #Dark OBX #dark fics #Rafe Cameron c Reader #Outer Banks #abuse #near-death experience #non con #nonconsensual #request #of bullets and wounds

[musewritingsforyou]

The Fight

Final

Summary: the aftermath of Jacob’s injury leaves them wondering where they stand

warnings: relationship hashing, fluff, injury, swearing probably

words: 1k

A/N: final part of this series!!!! Don’t you worry I have more in the works to come later on, for now if you like Teen wolf, stay tuned...

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Seconds later Carlisle opened the door of the house and this time no one tried to stop me as I bolted inside. I collapsed on the floor next to his bed, laying my head beside his shoulder. He was pale and gleaming with sweat, whole body shaking despite being covered in bandages and blankets. Carlisle stood at the door for a moment.

“He's been asking for you. I gave him some morphine to help with the pain but-” I lifted my head and turned to him.

“He’ll just burn it off.”

“I'm going to come back in an hour to set up a drip.” he turned to leave but I grabbed his hand.

“Thank you. Thank you for not leaving him alone.” he left with a smile and I returned to Jake's bedside. He was grinning stupidly at me through all the pain. 

“God Jake, i'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean-” he moved his head slightly so that his feverish skin was touching my own.

“I know. I know. I'm sorry I went with her, I never should have left you alone.” I kissed him lightly and tore myself away to look at the damage done to his body. His good arm shakily reached out and grabbed my hand.

“You were right.” I left my lips resting on his forehead, whispering into his skin.

“What do you mean” 

“Last night, you were right. I’ve known for months too. You can feel it, can’t you. Like a tether. I felt it. I've always felt it.”

“I knew that you were in danger, I could feel it. I could tell you were being hard on yourself too.” I told him quietly

“You idiot.” he looked deep into my eyes before pressing his forehead against my own.

“Yeah. I guess I am, huh.”

*several days later*

“Jake! Jacob, don't you dare-”

“I'm fine!”

“Jacob sit your ass back down right now or I swear-” I stopped yelling from the kitchen when I saw him standing. Too late now. The past few days we hadn't left the house at all. While I took care of Jacob and tended to the other injured wolves Billy had been staying with the Clearwater’s. Now that all the other wolves were healed it was only Jake and I in the house. I walked over to him quickly, seeing the sheen of sweat that arose almost seconds after he stood. The muscles in his legs were trembling with the effort of keeping him upright. They say doctors make the worst patients, I’d like to one up that. Werewolves unequivocally make the worst patients. Case and point, Jacob Black.

“Here, just take my arm.” I reached out to him and felt his warm hands grasp onto my bicep.

“I told you not-”

“I know, don't get up unless I'm with you. I know. I just want to be helpful.” I sighed as I helped lower him back to a seated position on the bed.

 “You don't need to be helpful right now, Jacob, you need to heal.” Once he was seated I bustled around the room, grabbing trash and tidying up as I spoke. 

“I promise, once you are all healed up you can help me with everything, but for right now just-”

“Tell me again why I can't phase and heal within minutes?”  I sat down beside him with clean bandages in my hands.

“Because Jake, it's too risky. If you phase too fast, or too slow, or even inch the wrong way one of the bones could shift and then it would heal the wrong way and then we’re right back where we started. Okay? Just please listen to me and stop trying to do everything all at once.” 

After being forced to stay in the house for days on end Jacob and I were beginning to get frustrated. We still haven't really talked about all I said that night. The both of us have been avoiding it like the plague, but-

“We need to talk.” I refused to look him in the eye as I trapped him into the conversation by removing his bandages and beginning to replace them.

“y/n/n-”

“Jake I cant keep doing this okay? I'm tired and I'm scared, and-” I started to choke up. He placed a hand on mine and then moved it to tilt my chin up so that I was looking at him.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should never have made you feel the way I did. I should never have ignored… this. I was scared too, I don't know what to do or if we have to do anything. I know that's no excuse but-”

“Jacob all I wanted was for you to tell me. I didn't care if you didn't want it, I didn't care if you went with Bella anyways I just wanted you to talk to me.” He brushed a tear off of my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“We've known each other our entire lives, never once have you ignored me like you did.” He bit the corner of his cheek.

“I know. I know.” I continued changing the bandages around his ribs before he spoke again.

“It doesn't have to be so scary.” I looked up while I secured the bandage

“No?” 

“Think about it. Some people go their entire lives never knowing if they’ll find the one. We might be young and this might all be new, but, I know I'll never ever let you go through anything alone ever again. And I think I might be right in saying you feel the same.” I took his hand,

“Of course I do. So what do we do now?” He laughed and kissed the top of my head. 

“Now we live the rest of our lives together. And maybe, do some other stuff along the way.” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Yeah alright macho man, let's get you to walk first, okay? Besides, I think you've forgotten one thing.”

“Yeah? And what's that?” 

“I haven't even said yes just yet.”

Perhaps needless to say, I did say yes, just moments later. But now the hard part began. 

#twilight #jacob black #jacob black x reader #werewolves #soulmate #wolf pack #vampire

[stevie-petey]

speaking of jon, can we get a blurb of how he was feeling when bug fell at the house and almost died by the demogorgon? i know that guy was close to tears

YES YES YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS BLURB ANON

enjoy <3

"bug-" one second you're beside jonathan, the next you're on the ground, clutching your ankle. when jonathan realizes this, he feels the world stop. "bug!"

he starts to scream, tries to go and help you up, but a hand grabs at his jacket, stopping him. jonathan, blind with fear and rage, screams at the person holding him back. "no, let go of me! i have to help her, nancy!"

the monster stalks closer to you, and jonathan watches as you try to stand up but only fall back down. youre in pain. he can see it all over your face, the way you scrunch your eyebrows together as your lips quiver.

he has to help you.

jonathan cannot let you die.

youre the only person who puts up with his bullshit, who can take his shitty days and make them into his favorite days. youre his best friend, the first person who ever paid any attention to him. hes based everything about himself around you. his kindness is an extension of yours, his intellect is a result of yours, his humor a connection of you.

but youre on the ground in pain and nancy is holding jonathan back and the monster is inches away from your face.

even if jonathan breaks free from nancys grasp now, he'll never make it in time. you seem to know this too, and jonathan watches as you nod at nancy, accepting your fate as if this makes any of this okay, and jonathan just wants you back in his arms where nothing can ever hurt you ever again.

he loses his voice, screaming your name repeatedly. he cant do anything. he cant fucking do anything.

all jonathan can do is watch as you brace for your own death, the death that he caused. jonathan byers, the boy born from selfishness and greed, is what kills y/n henderson in the end.

the monster bends down, gets ready to lunge, and jonathan forces himself to look away. he cant watch. sobs wrack his body, he thinks hes about to die alongside you.

then, in a flash, steve harrington has his arms wrapped around you and carries you towards jonathan and nancy.

the second he sets you down, jonathans body collides against yours. his hands are everywhere. they sprawl all over your back, your sides, your head, your arms. every part of you that he can touch, jonathan does.

youre alive.

youre alive.

"bug." the nickname falls like a prayer from his lips. jonathan has never believed in a god, but he does believe in threads attaching everyone to each other.

and his thread connecting to you hasnt been severed yet.

your fingers find their way to jonathans hair and you tell him its okay. you soothe him and jonathan only then realizes that hes shaking. your body heat presses against him, a reminder that youre alive, and jonathans head buzzes with concern.

"did it hurt you, are you bleeding?" jonathans hands continue to run all over your body, if he misses any sign of injury then he'll never forgive himself. "there should be a first aid kit-"

you grab his hands and kiss jonathans knuckles. your lips, so familiar against his skin after years of being soothed this way, settle something within jonathan. the kiss seep into his bones, spreading throughout his body, and slowly hes able to breathe again.

"im fine, just twisted my ankle. if you help me up, im sure i'll be able to stand again."

jonathan helps you up in a heartbeat. you lean against him and he wraps an arm around your waist. youre still here. he has to remind himself of this. youre alive and thats all that matters.

but you almost died tonight.

jonathan had just almost lost you.

your hair is a mess, your shirt us torn and stained with your blood from earlier, and your ankle is the size of a balloon and yet jonathan thinks youve never looked more beautiful.

jonathan doesnt realize hes staring at you until you turn away, your cheeks flushed, and he hates the way his stomach drops. hes made you uncomfortable again, crossed some invisible line, but jonathan is so fucking tired of lines.

what matters is that youre alive.

your hand is in his, and jonathan knows that no matter what happens next, hes never letting go of you ever again.

youre his and hes yours. threads and lines and strings in all.

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #set in season 1 #m's writing #god i loved this #angst is my specialty

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

im curious, how did perkeo become immortal? you say theyre the dont age dont die type but theyve still aged to the point of an average adult. so was there a point where they became immortal? were they born immortal but still aged to the point where they seemed like the average human then stopped?

this is a bit more morbid but im curious about this too

how severe can injuries get if they cant die? how does their body handle situations where the average person would bleed out? would they heal faster? would they just have infinite blood? what if they got into a coma? would they ever wake up? or is it just not possible? how would they heal from injuries that would make it impossible for the average person to come back?

if youre not willing to answer the second stuff thats fine, im just really curious

They do not remember

The earliest memory they have is on the kingdom, and they were already a grown person by then

They remember kneeling, the agreement made with the king

They remember tests, and them stopping with lack of results

They remember doing their job afterwards, and the years that went on as they remained the same

They remember making people smile and laugh and how they cherished that feeling more than anything

That does not mean they never had a family, though

Morbid details under cut

Very. They had to crawl their way out of things no human could even dream of surviving, things no one should have survived — or even lived enough through it as it happened

They can still get dizzy, they can still faint, things can go to black, but eventually their brain will pull them back awake again. Die, but come back

The wound would close, but they can bleed out. They can feel the dizziness, the cold, the pain. If severe enough, they could pass out — either until the wound closes or until their brain decides it gotta keep fighting still. That said, they very likely could deal with a stab wound without passing out if outside factors are not included (if anything, they would just be annoyed)

Sewing a wound would likely make it close faster than leaving it alone

Their heart would always start beating again even after stopping, so I guess you could say they have infinite blood?

They would wake up from a coma I'm pretty sure (how long it would take would depend on the cause), unless it was like, medically induced (which would mean constant upkeep to keep em like that) because yk. Strong drugs

They do heal from injuries that would be impossible for a normal person to survive. Their body puts itself back together – and when it can't, it just makes a new part to compensate

So, for example: let's say they get decapitated. They could put the head back on the neck, and the body would work to glue the two together again

Now, let's say they lost a leg and for some reason could not try to put the leg back in place: then the body would make a new leg. It would take a lot longer, and be infinitely more painful, but it would be back in place one way or another

(Now for what happens to the lost limb — idk it probably rots as the body regens. They are already immortal, might as well throw some nonsense in the mix)

How can they grab their own head and put it back? Idk that's too much to keep track of. Maybe magic who knows

Also! Burned skin will heal and fade, take that was you will

Essentially I would say it's just kind of nightmarish but they do heal pretty fast (how fast? Idk, but pretty fast), and that they would also be pretty used to some level of pain rn

#dont worry im more than willing to talk about this kind of things #surprisingly i thought a lot about it because i wanted it to be more biologically-based than just magically and painlessly fixing yourself #though theres still some holes where and there that i could not fill #whatever angst i could throw into this story i did #this au is deep wounds disguised as hope and never ending search for a better ending #they had to crawl their way through hell. but they will have their happy ending #its the least they could have after creating them for so many people #dca au #immortal au #immortal au ask #cw mortality #cw: gore #tw gore #cw loss of limbs #cw amputation #graphic depictions of violence #cw graphic depictions of violence #cw character death #cw medical trauma #(?) #idk putting it just in case #cw decapitation #cw blood #blood #im not good with cw so if theres anything else i should put please let me know and im so sorry in advance #cw coma #?

[be-not-defeated-by-the-rain]

Kenji headcanons

As stated in the pinned post: he has dissociative amnesia so his memory just blanks and gaps lot of the events since his friend died and just in general

Audhd(self explanatory)

transmasc (his village didn't really have a strong concept of gender anyways tho)

Dyscalculia- so he's not great at anything to do with numbers or amounts or distance or direction or anything adjacent to that

So he actually would get lost probably as much as Ranpo except he's constantly asking people know the street for directions (it helps him make friends)

Has absolutely been scammed many times before because even in bartering he does not know easily how to tell a fair deal

Does not know how to tell time at all if you ask him what time it is he'll say something like 'still light out'

Technically doesn't live in the agency dorm (his main job is farming afterall)

he really likes bugs and spiders.

High pain tolerance (that boy has been shot and stabbed and works hard in fields he knows how to withstand physical strain and injury(not that he gets injured often(if he's hungry most blunt force thing cant injure him unless they're from an ability))

He's a bit of a "I know a guy" person for everything. Even like majorly concerning things that this child should not know a guy for

Sends weird city things back to the village (like stop signs and lunchables and a scooter and a manhole cover and a security camera and a flashlight)

His body doesn't know how to metabolize foods or drinks with too much sugar or artificial stuff in them so eating or drinking them with make him really sick

Also cannot handle spicy food. He can handle spice, just not spicy

On the subject of food: he has really unhealthy eating habits (will only really eat at night before going to sleep(if his poor internal regulation skills don't make him forget he's hungry) or if it's with other people after he's done everything he needs to do)

Will take anything his friends say as gospel if he doesn't already know otherwise.

Drinks milk straight from the carton like a madman

Strong tight fucking hugs(boy is restraining himself, unless it's Dazai. Dazai he can squeeze)

Does not like overly loud or cluttered noises(unless he's causing them)

Accidently gets the ADA in trouble for so much collateral damage.

His parents are fully still alive (he was mostly raised communally though, a lot of things in his village were group efforts)

Fully does not to hesitate to ask for help when he needs it but because he's oddly capable on his own he often doesn't actually think he needs it unlessnits specific things that he already knows he's not good at

Not very curious if it's not city related actually. He's content with his own knowledge. (Widlife documentaries are like cocomelon to him though, he will not look away)

tends to be either really late or really early to things. No in between

He has so many freckles

After his friend died he developed claustrophobia and a fear of drowning(though the latter hasn't come up for him yet and isn't as strong as the claustrophobia)

Bites his nails and pencils and erasers and stuff

Gets sick pretty often. His immune system isn't used to being around so many people and the new environment

Also generally just has bad physical reactions to things a lot of the time(like processed foods)

He can cook really well from scratch though (like literally bro can make flour from wheat)

Can't really use most technology well.

Not a headcanon but just a timeline reminder: Kenji joined the agency two months before Atsushi

Back to headcanons:

Kenji only got his ability after his friend died(I'm still tryna timeline this. Kunikida says the flood was "a long time ago" but Fukuzawa investigated it and found Kenji and Kenji looked the same and I doubt he found him then left and then awhile later was like "hey let's go back and get him actually" so I'm tryna decide when exactly it was. I like to think maybe 4 months before the start of canon and 2 months before he joined max? Idk id love feedback)

He doesn't remember the days surrounding his friend's death either

Would break stuff on accident a whole lot way more often before joining the agency and passing his entrance exam like it was a very very common occurrence

accidentally hurt a number of farm animals this way, some chickens got worse than that cuz tiny

Spent a lot of time sleeping for the first bit because normal eating schedule would knock him out three times a day

without his ability he's still pretty fit because his strength ability is a recent thing but since getting it his actual body has slowly been getting weaker and weaker

Gets really bad motion sickness in vehicle

Uhhh other stuff I'm forgetting

#headcanons #Hc #Hcs #Headcanon #Kenji headcanons #ooc

[vanillaxoshi]

Boom badabim bada pow

Welcome to septuplet au! Also now called injuries matter au

Where i make the elements into siblings but despite this being done but a bunch of people let me make this my way or-

Maybe a similar way ig

What you see above is Cahaya and daun

There aint no way Cahaya will become just fine after being hit on the head and the abdomen or gut by a giant hammer and flew thhrough metal floors? Ceilings? (I know this happened to boi but dont drag him into this. this is also a septuplet au he aint included but dont u dare get ideas👹👹👹)

And he got thrown to space twice, very high or low temperature causes dead cells and stuff (welcome decayed skin)

So- yeah, he got into a longer coma so to speak, perhaps the actual logic into this is death but lets not get into that and just do 2-3 months folks

According to google said symptoms for frontal lobe damage are:

Weakness on one side of the body or one side of the face, Falling, Inability to solve problems or organize tasks, Reduced creativity, Impaired judgment, Reduced sense of taste or smell, Depression, Difficulty controlling emotions, Changes in behavior, Low motivation, Poor attention span, being easily distracted, Reduced or increased sexual interest, Odd sexual habits, Impulsive or risky behavior, Trouble with communication

And vocal chords get damaged with cold temperature so-

Kk, hes not completely incapable as he heals overtime(note: not completely), but trauma with the dark :> oh how will that help if he doesnt sleep well :)

(he uses sign language if he needs to stop speaking)

ALRIGHT moving on to air

Dude got his arm melted off by roktaroka i think thats his name, which very much hurt because lava, is still slow, which meant it was slow and painful, and with it being put on ice immediately (yes this situation summoned ais) it left quite a huge mark

And he also cant keep the ice hand for so long so bros ambidextrous just uses left the most now, might have trauma from long distance attacks and perhaps hot temperatures, so you could say api is trying his best for air and that goes the same for air to api

LETS GO DAUN

Yes he gains a type of inferiority complex so he has to be included and does his best, but not only that, he gains lightning scars from kirana, on his hands, so he has trouble controlling those hands

They will randomly end up shaking sometimes, and randomly drop as in become paralyze, this resulted to a lot of things to become broken, and this is where daun feels bad for gaining this problem, and at times might hurt like theres still lightning striking him

OF COURSE petir feels bad and blames himself for getting caught like that haha-

Bro also got caught or kidnapped three times he blames himself for repeating that situation a lot.

ANGIN well, i know the fandom makes him love yaya's cookies, but imma be honest here, those things basically drugged him into drugging everyone, he for sure gained fear of those cookies. That made him out of it

Buuuuut what if as well he has a temptation to eat it at times, despite his whole mind not wanting to, so when he does end up eating it he becomes nauseous and vomits :)

API doesnt like seeing fear in peoples faces but that never washes away bc of his anger issues that causes people to be afraid so lets go low self esteem-

Tanah wants his brothers to be more better so thats why he shoves all responsibility onto himself but that also causes trauma!!!

Hes so afraid of losing them that he became very strict which causes to some arguments but he also tries his very best to look tough and be more capable, but there are times where its obvious like with movie 2, api and air try their best to help him despite him pushing them away and being in denial. Gopal was the one who did end up calming everyone down

Angin is the one who sees him always and is always the one who conforts him

Petir feels even more down knowing that hes the oldest and that he should be the one to take that burden of responsibility.

And yeah i might add more but who knows

#boboiboy #boboiboy galaxy #rambles #thoughts #bbb septuplet au #boboiboy petir #boboiboy angin #boboiboy tanah #boboiboy api #boboiboy air #boboiboy daun #boboiboy cahaya #yes trauma #bbb injuries matter au

[technicallyburninggarden]

dead brother au part 1

Barbara had been tracking the clone for months across the states, another unknown clone, another unknown lab, another child left to survive by their self. Talia, lex, or some other unknown source we don’t know about but that’s why we are going to find the kid.

Malnourished, scars, and green dead eyes from what we could catch on the security cams. And he was good too losing barb more than once (not that she’ll ever admit it). But thankfully he was lazy today, probably because of his injuries but no matter now that we’ve got him, we’ll move him somewhere safe and be done with the matter.

 No more looking Damien in the eyes and seeing agonizing pain and not knowing why, tonight we find where he came from.

The building was quite as we broke in. Dickie set the perimeter and Tim was on security camera with babs. Damien has been a little off, so the brat was stuck with me, it’s probably the clone. No matter how many times you see it a clone is always unsettling. “Are you good, demon?”, maybe if I make him angry enough he'll forget, “not so put off by the extra face, that you won’t be able to fight it? “silence and then,“Fuck…off” was his only answer.

As we moved closer to where the clone was resting, slow wheezing breaths came from the kid’s chest, broken ribs most likely.

 Scars running down his arms and face. Blood slowly dripping from him, a nauseating mixture of green and red. Whoever got the kid got him good.

 “are you seeing this, Dickie”, he whispered eyes turned away from the body, missing Damien’s stuttering steps and the shaking taking over his hands

 Tears spilled over his face as he whispered a name aloud “Danyal?”. Jason turned around, slamming his hand across Damien’s mouth but it was too late. He was awake. “W-what who’s there”, Damien’s damning voice came from the clone’s mouth. Confirming what they already knew. Glaring at the damned brat, Jason turned back to the clone and readied for the slippery son of a bitch to make a run for it. But he just stared in horror? At Damien? a quivering hand raising to his face as he whispered something he tried to listen but-.

“Danyal, Danyal”, he took in a deep shaky breath, “is it you, brother”, Damien cried, tears streaming down his face now as he shook. The fear and hope on his face ever present in this never ending moment.

 “No no nononnono NO YOU CANT YOU CANT BE HERE NO”, the clone screamed in fear, scrambling backwards away from the demon brats trembling hands and begging words. “Danyal, please”, Damian sobbed dropping to his knees grabbing the boy’s hand. “I please listen Danyal, I’m sorry,ll leave please just listen first please, I didn’t mea-I didn’t know it was you please come here-NOPLEase, Danyal” he stopped for a moment holding his arms, looking into his eye, “I’m so sorry.”

“What’s happening”, Dick whispered through the comms,” I don’t know, but it doesn’t look good” Jason whispered back. Tim was suspiciously silent. ‘Danyal’ was quite.

 “sorry?”, he asked, “what do you mean sorry what I don-i don’t understand”, Damien sobbed against his shoulder, as his brother shook against him still struggling to get away. He sat up a determined look on his face

”I was wrong, I never should have hurt you, MOTHER was wrong to hurt you, I was wrong to say the things I said to to you, you were my little brother, and I should have taken care of you. NOt-not let them use you, I should have protected you,” he started to cry again, “I-I didn’t, and I am so sorry because I was horrible to you and the day you died was one of the worst days of my life.”

They all sucked in a breath, hands flying to their weapons. A trap? Or worse what was this.

Oblivious Damien continued “you were so bright when all there was was darkness, my baby brother, please I can’t make it up to you now, but I can spend the rest of my life doing it”.

The tiny broken boy fell apart crying and rocking in Damien’s arms as he grabbed at him. Gasping in painful breaths, he spoke “Really you-you mean- “I do”, Damien cut him off ,” I don’t care what happens, I will stand by your side for the rest of your life (Danyal giggle hysterically) if you let me”, he nodded against his shoulder.

He shakily rubbed his brothers head for a moment more, then stood blood dripping down his uniform that he stoically ignored. Turning, he stared down his brothers and told them to put their weapons down.

 to be cont. 

Ao3

#danny fenton #Danny Phantom #danyal al ghul #damien al ghul #dc #angst #crying #jason todd #i dont know if me editing this 8 thousand times bothers yall #but i had been up late when i had the idea so i didnt fix all my mistakes #so im going back and fixing them now #sorry #Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne brother AU #dp x dc #dp

[couchie]

as an on-and-off elbow crutch user, lemme tell yall abt my experiences

it got kinda long so im putting it in the read-more

it slows you down

especially in stairs, you have to put both your feet in one step to go to the next. that means it takes me twice the time to go up or down stairs than an abled bodied person, and that is when they're not speeding

you really cant speed much, be it on flat road or on stairs. it doesnt speed u up much and the only thing that happens is you get tired from using so much effort

people having to wait for you makes you self-conscious, even if they are understanding about it

carrying anything is a nightmare. backpacks can throw your balance off. you cannot hang a bag on the handles of your crutches cause you have to LIFT those bitches. and if you're only using one crutch, carrying the bag in the empty hand also throws you off balance

you only have a maximum of one hand available at all times

you need people to get out of the way. you need more moving space and standing space for moving with crutches

the crutches make your hands sore. you're carrying your weight with them after all. you can need to take a moment to rest only to soothe your palms, even if your legs arent tired

sitting is always a hassle with leg injuries, and that becomes a bigger mess when you need to also find a non-obstructive place to put your crutches to. they need to be easily accessible to you

standing up is also very hard. it depends on what your disabilities are but the faster you find a way to comfortably stand up, the better

people *will* try and take your crutches. Do Not do that. i dont care if you're fascinated by them or if you wanna play around and swing urself or if u wanna hold onto them while i sit. unless i explicitly ask you to, do Not take my crutches. and if you do, don't set it down anywhere, hand it off to somebody else, or leave it somewhere i cant get to. wait for further instructions. do i want you to put them at somewhere specific? do i want you to give them back to me? do what i want you to with them, nothing more and nothing less

people get curious and it gets really tiring to answer the same questions. i dont owe you an explanation and i dont want your curiosity or your pity

yes it's real sad that your distant relative also had one accident so they had to use crutches too. yeah there are canes and underarm crutches and wheelchairs but this is what i am using. yes people may need them for different reasons and it's not your place to judge or question it. can i please keep walking?

crutches get dirty from being used everywhere and the handles sweaty from your palms and they need cleaning

you will get looks no matter what aid you are using

idk if it's just me but going downhill is very hard with crutches. uphill too but when it's downhill i'm also afraid of falling and rolling downhill 😭

getting in and out of cars is a hassle. btw, for safety, you should put your crutches on the ground under your feet

acquiring a shower stool might just be what you need. also get non-slip plastic rugs to lay on the bathtub/shower floor. getting someone to help you shower isnt shameful

if you drop something, woe is you. where do you put your crutches? how do you crouch to get them? the best thing to do, in that case, is to ask for help. people wont mind, believe me. and if you're alone, be careful and take your time

creaky crutches are the worst💔💔

being able to walk without crutches doesnt mean ur faking. not having more pain without crutches doesnt mean ur faking. stop being so hard on yourself

it's not our duty to educate people. if you're so curious go do a basic google search before questioning me. because, consider how many times i get the same questions in the same day

seeing another mobility aid user brings a sense of belonging and you bring the same feeling to people without visible disabilities

be unapologetically yourself. take up space. dont be sorry for needing aid

take care. i love you 🫶

#funguy🍄 #disability #actually disabled #mobility aid #crutches

[smolweeblets]

One I want to thank you for doing my request! I honestly loved it and you’re an absolute sweetheart.

Anyway I can’t be the only one who thinks Jett gets insecure. I mean have you heard her voice lines about enemy Jett? I was thinking of soft moments with Jett after missions? She’s reckless and always pushing to prove herself and her abilities, meaning she gets hurt. Just a bunch of cuddles and soft praising? If you’re not comfortable with Jett something similar with Reyna is more that welcome!

Please ignore if it doesn’t make sense or you don’t want to do it!

Proving ones worth

Jett x reader

This was getting out of hand. Jett’s “endeavors” were happening nearly every mission now, and it was getting more and more risky every time. You've had to drag her back to Sage for most of them as well, and it wasnt hard to imagine how worried you felt each time you find your girlfriend seriously wounded from a completely unecessary play.

:readmore:

This was the final straw. You couldnt see her hurt like this anymore. This time she got herself shot on the abdomen, nothing fatal thankfully, but it still made you sick to your stomach when you had to witness the moment she was shot. Even worse was that she already had other, less lethal gunshot wounds. But with everything accounted for she didnt even have enough energy to get up anymore.

You ran to her side to assist her. First taking care of the Chamber that shot Jett and quickly rushing to get her some basic medical aid.

“Thanks babe, Idont know what I’d do without you.” She tried to joke even through her pain. She inhaled sharply when you put some antiseptic on the wound on her abdomen and then wrapping some gauze around it. It wont help with the blood loss but right now, you had to do something.

“Im afraid I wouldnt handle saying that out loud.” You tried to play along, but the circumstances of the situation led your voice to become flat. You refrained from removing the bullets for now, since doing that would just increase the bloodloss. You poured more antiseptic on the other wounds while she tried her best to keep quiet.

“Awh, lighten up, Sage could bring me back anyway.” She tried to grin, but the stinging of more antiseptic on her wounds made her wince.

You frowned, you were not fond of the fact that she held her life with value such as that.

“Dont say that, you should care for yourself, not rely on someone else to perform a literal miracle.” Your voice was drenched in sadness, and yet you could have sworn you saw Jett roll her eyes. You were doing your best to keep everything together.

Fortunately, Vipers voice through the comm lines helped to shift your focus on something else. They were diffusing spike, thankfully, and she was checking on your locations and status. You answer for Jett and yourself, mentioning Jetts injuries but being otherwise fine.

“Affirmative. We should be leaving soon, get to the designated landing spot asap.”

You confirmed and went to pick up Jett to carry her back to the vulture. You held her bridal style, and it took her by surprise when you just scooped her up like she weighed nothing.

“Hey! Put me down! I can walk by myself!” She whined.

You sighed. “No can do, youre in a bad enough state as it is, I cant risk making it worse.”

“I dont need you to baby me! I can handle myself just fine.” She had a tone akin to a lying child. Mildly amusing, but obviously not the truth.

“Considering how I had to save you from that Chamber, and that if I wasnt there to stop you from bleeding out youd probably be dead by now, I dont think I can take your word for that.” You didnt mean to insult her decisions in battle. But she has starting to wear you down. You worry what couldve happened if you were not on this mission. Or even just not being there at that time.

She frowned at your words. She wouldve argued, but she was feeling too lethargic to do so. She angrily huffed as she clung to your shoulder so you couldnt see her face.

~~~~~

After Sage took care of Jett, she got a prompt scolding from Viper and a firm word from Brimstone. You went to check on her in the evening, much later than you would have preferred.

You found her in her room while she was idly scrolling on her phone and most likely procrastinating on writing her mission report.

She spared you a quick glance before going back to scrolling. Seems her pride was still wounded from earliers events.

“Hey–” You had to confront her about her behavior. She wouldnt be keen on it but you were not going to allow her to continue to do this.

“Hey.” She quickly cut you off before you could say anything else.

You sighed as you sat beside her.

“You know you cant keep doing that.” You softly start.

“I have no clue what youre talking about.” She turned her body farther from you and continued to pre occupy herself with some trivial game.

“Jett. You almost died out there.”

“And? We finished the mission, didnt we?”

“Yes, but–”

“Thats all that matters then.”

“It was only despite you disobeying and being a hairs width away from dying.” You irritatedly sighed. “We would've been just as or even more successful if you stuck to the plan.” You growled through clenched teeth.

“If i just went with the plan i wouldn't even be considered to go on missions next time! Dont you see?! I need to do this, my abilities arent special otherwise!” She snapped back. Finally properly looking at you for the first time tonight.

Your eyes widened at the sudden raise in her tone. But you continued to scold.

“Your abilities really would be useless if you were dead! Have you thought about the consequences if you carelessly rush in?! You are worth nothing if your dead, if you really want to partake in more missions just take care of yourself.” Your voice mirrored hers. You were not about to be talked to that way when you only wanted to help.

Hurt and shock made their way to Jetts expression as she listened to what you had to say. It then quickly morphed into anger.

“I am a duelist! Thats literally my–”

“Thats not the point! If youre so commited to dying at least have it mean something instead of just being a liability for the team!” By the time you finished, you immediately regretted every word.

Jett was crying.

Hot tears were slowly streaming down her face as she desperately tried to stop them. Her mind was replaying the moment you called her a liability. The words echoed in her head. Not allowing her to think, not allowing her to move.

She was paralyzed. She couldnt form a coherent thought to respond to you. She could only stare at you dumbfounded. She thought youd understand. That you were the only one who knew how she was and how she needed to do this. But you were just like the others. You though she didnt deserve to be here.

Her mind flitered the things you said. Even as your frantically tried to comfort her. You tried to hold her hand and tell her you didnt mean it. That she wasnt a liability and that she was important in this whole operation. It was no use. Her hand was limp in yours as she continued to stay unresponsive.

When she finally came to, you were hugging her. Mumbling some words she could barely register. You were crying. And from what she she could gather, apologizing.

“–im sorry, I didnt mean any of it. You arent a liability I just–”

You were cut off by her ripping herself away from your embrace.

“I didnt know you thought about me like that.” The way she said it was so dull and flat, it was almost lifeless.

“What? No! I didnt mean any of that!” You were pleading at this point. Scrambling to fix your mistake.

She inhaled deeply before borderline shouting. “Then why?!”

“Because I was worried and emotional!” You tried to take a deep breath of your own as you continued. It came in more shaky than you would have liked. It felt like none of the air went into your lungs, but you persevered.

“Youre always having no regards for yourself, but it pains me to see you always risking your life like that!” Your voice was scratchy and cracked, but you went on.

“You are a perfectly capable agent who doesnt need to prove anything to anyone here, youve already earned your position and even without endangering yourself you show yourself worthy of it everyday!”

“Its just painful to see the love of my life sacrififice herself all the time for something shes more that qualified for and not being able to do anything, the amount of times ive cried because you were a hairs width away from being gone forever! I know Sage is there but i just dont want you to have to experience that.” Your voice finally gave in after the last word and your throat closed up.

Jett was spechless yet again. Her mind was finally slowly registering your words and she was, for the first time, thinking about her actions.

She looked at you apologetically.

“I… I didnt see it like that…”

You sighed in relief. Your expression relaxed as you got closer to Jett and held her hand in yours.

“About time, you really dont need to look down on yourself that much. I, along with everyone else in the protocol thinks you are already plenty helpful as it is, please dont think anything otherwise.”

“Yeah… ill try, its just really hard, you know?” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft.

“I understand, but I can see youre already making an effort, and thats all I ask.”

“Yeah,” She let out a humorless smile.

“Im sorry.” She let out softly. You almost couldnt even hear it.

“Its okay, right now you need to just take it easy, come on, lets take a nap together.” You ushered her to the bed, and led her to sit down.

“But the mission report–”

“Its okay, ill handle brimstone.” You sat beside her and gave a comforting smile.

She chuckles softly. “I would appreciate that.”

You both sleep soundly, listening to the others rhythmic breathing and heartbeat. For once Jett finally had something stand up to the irritating voice in her head. Something to finally stop her doubts and worries. She slept relaxed for the first time in a while. It was nice.

a/n: SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MOTH LATE BUT I LOVED THE PROMPT

Also i think this kinda turned out a little more angsty than you were intending but i hope its still okay

#valorant jett #jett #jett x reader #jett x you

[italiansteebie]

Even The Coldest Ice Melts

TW// Description of a meltdown and use of uncensored R slur

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Steve is on the brink of a meltdown.

He’s already having to force the words out of his throat, lips protesting making the sounds come out slurred and garbled.

He's exhausted himself, and he’s struggling to stay up right as he uses the hand that's not propping him up, to wipe the dried blood from his nose. It wasn’t a secret that he had powers, many of his close friends knew, especially after his sister showed up one fateful night. He’d escaped years before, guilt eating him alive that he couldn’t take her with him. He’d grabbed papers proving the abuse that went on in the lab and blackmailed Papa with it.

After 001 had been banished, and seemingly destroyed by El, Seven, who’d been in solitary at the time, snuck out during the distraction, having heard the massacre, he decided to steal files. To make Papa promise he wouldn't hurt his little sister.

His mind flashes back to why he was being punished in the first place, he’d had a meltdown, misinterpreted the instructions, made Papa angry. And he heard the guards say a word that he didn’t know, but they said it with such disgust, that he knew. He knew it wasn’t good.

Getting enrolled in public school he’d heard that word a lot more, and each time it sent pain right to his chest.

“Retard.”

It was thrown around, all over the place. And the word “Autistic” was spat out like a swear, to which Seven, now Steve, knew that it was a fact about himself he should hide. Not just the lab, and his extra senses and abilities.

So yeah. Most of the people in the room knew about his powers, especially after he’d used them to lift Eddie’s body through the portal, and pinpoint them to keep his heart beating, that is until they could get to hospital.

Now, dirty, and covered in upside down, the group rallied around Eddie, thanking whatever higher power that he was alive. Dustin didn’t skip a beat in reminding them that Steve was their higher power, and Eddie groggily agreed.

His weary eyes scanned the room for his savior, but couldn’t find him, or the friend that seemed to be attached at his hip.

“We’re a package deal, Munson,” She’d said the day Eddie came into the family video, asking Steve to go to a movie.

Their absence didn’t go unnoticed, after recognizing Steve as the hero made the group look around for the boy. Panic ensued, the able bodied people stood immediately, Max’s hands moving to the handles of her wheelchair, ready to look for Steve. Lucas stopped this quickly, clicking the locks before she could begin to move. She gave him a glare, to which he shot back a “You really think any of your nurses are going to let you help look?”

Ten minutes before, Steve was standing, leaning heavily on the wall, trying to keep his hands from beating at his chest, holding the groans in his throat before they could escape. Robin took notice of this, and at first she thought it was his injuries. He really should have been admitted too, but he refused, as always. “Steve, why don’t you sit if you’re hurting,” She suggested gently. He shook his head, and that's when she noticed the twitching hands and wide eyes. Flickering back and forth with an overwhelmed look, wincing whenever anybody spoke. She saw the overstimulation form a mile away.

She took his arm, gently squeezing it, and pulling him into the bathroom. She sat them down, Starcourt style, and she grabbed Steve’s hands. Attempting to ground him, she squeezed them periodically, and trying to ease his shuddering breath. His face went pale, “Rob, get out.” She thought he was going to be sick, “Please, leave Robin, I- You cant.” He sobbed. She thought he was leaning over to throw up, so she moved back, letting go of his hands, but staying there.

A whine peeled its way out of his throat, and his hand flew up to his chest, beating on it. The other weaving through his hair, as he rocked roughly back and forth. He hummed harshly, throwing his head back, before leaning forwards again and repeating the motion, this time hitting against the stall, the sound reverberating through the empty bathroom. His hums got harsher, progressing into guttural shouts.

Robin sat back in shock, here was Steve, King Steve, having a meltdown in front of her. A full on autistic meltdown, where she could tell he was holding back screams. She jumped into action, she voiced her motions so she wouldn’t startle him, but she couldn’t let him sit here in this agony. She pressed her hands firmly against his head, covering his ears. The canceling of one sensation and the nice, constant pressure, calmed his body. “Let it out, Steve. You’ll feel better, okay? I know.” She assured. She gave him a meaningful look, and repeated herself.

“I know, Steve.”

His face once pinched, now relaxed a little and a sharp screech sounded from his lips, dying down then starting again. The strain against his vocal cords was soothing, and he allowed his body to stop rocking, slumping against Robin, who moved her hands around him, squeezing his body tightly. He hummed, still coming out sharp, and aggressive, hands resting against his throat as he focused on the vibrations. He quieted, hands moving to his chest, fingers tapping against it in a rhythmic pattern.

“Thank you, Robin,” He said, so quietly, that she almost didn’t hear him. He pried himself out of her arms, and she could see the mask slipping back on in full force.

“Oh no you don’t, you just had a meltdown. Come here, don’t start masking again.” She warned, pulling him back, returning her grounding touch.

Just as he calmed down, letting himself relax fully into his best friend's chest, the door burst open, kids and teens flooding into the bathroom. “Steve, we heard screaming, are you okay? What happened?!” Dustin asked frantically.

He shot up, mask in full force, “I’m okay, just needed a moment,” He forced out. Lucas gave him a weird look, “Moment to scream?” he asked incredulously. Steve nodded, and he heard Robin sigh from where she was still sitting on the floor. “Get back down here, Steve. We aren’t done, you need to stay grounded.”

He shot her a look, one that was full of fear and warnings to stop talking, but she didn’t get it. She was sick and tired of seeing her friend torture himself, just to keep up an image that no one, especially not the people who’s lives he just saved, would care about.

Nancy, Dustin and Lucas watched the teens have a silent conversation, and eventually Steve relented, body sagging as he moved to sit back down. Arms holding his own body tightly.

“Okay, what is going on?” Nancy asked, face pointed, lips pursed in a way only Nancy Wheeler could do, and the two tween boys nodded, furthering the question.

“He had a meltdown,” Robin said, getting the okay from Steve, who was now slumped against her once again, and she held him tightly, keeping him on the ground. He was too exhausted to speak, he was grateful Robin understood so well.

The other people in the room looked confused, and Robin sighed before explaining, “Have you guys ever heard… Of autism?”

“You mean what Eddie has?” Lucas and Dustin asked simultaneously, laughing shortly at their timing. Nancy still looked confused, “Eddie has autism?” She asked, to which the boys nodded their heads.

“Yeah. That’s why people call him a freak.” Dustin said simply, voice dying in confidence as he watched Steve flinch at the word, whispering a sorry.

“Steve’s autistic,” Robin said, and she felt Steve’s body go rigid as he waited for their reaction.

“That makes so much sense!” Dustin said after a long moment of silence, and Steve looked up at him.

“No, no, it does!” He insisted.

“You can never tell when people are annoyed, and we have to remind you to eat, because if we don’t you’ll forget and pass out!” He explained, and it looked like a lightbulb popped up from Nancy and Lucas’ heads.

“Oh, Steve.” Nancy said.

“Is that why… Is that why you always told Tommy off when he said Re-” She stopped herself before she said the word. And Steve nodded, “It wasn’t fair to let him call people who were just like me that word. Just because I could pretend better.” He said, voice coming out clearer. Robin's grip loosened just a little bit, she felt Steve’s body relaxing further as he revealed himself.

“I knew about Eddie. We, we were friends before I became the shithead I was in high school, and he. He knew about me too. Spotted me before I could even begin to deny it.” He laughed weaky.

The group nodded, they understood their friend so much better now, why he did the things he did, the routines he had to follow. He followed them even if the kids came over and attempted to ruin it, he always gave them excuses that held them off just long enough so he could finish whatever routine they’d interrupted.

Steve shifted, uncomfortable from the hard floor, and he decided to stand up, and move back to his boyfriend's room. Walking back, Robin kept a firm hand on his elbow, kids and Nancy following behind them. He pushed open the door seeing Max and Eddie’s worried faces, he instantly felt guilty.

“I’m so sor-” He was cut off by Robin, “No apologies, dingus. Not happening.” She said sharply, dropping her grip from his arm so he could move closer to his boyfriend, who scooted over in the already small hospital bed to make room for Steve to lay next to him. Steve obliged, wanting nothing but to be next to his boyfriend, and maybe a nap.

“I had a meltdown,” he murmured against Eddie’s chest as he curled into him. He felt his boyfriends hands tangle in his hair, “Oh baby, I'm sorry.” Eddie murmured against his hair, pressing a kiss to his head,

“I figured it out, I helped him through it,” Robin piped up, somewhat proudly. Steve nodded, and he felt his eyes drift close, and before he succumbed to sleep he could hear Max say, “No wonder I like you so much Steve. You’re just like me.”

#steve and robin #steve has powers #autistic robin buckley #autistic steve harrington #autistic eddie munson #autistic max #autistic masking #steve harrington #max mayfield #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #lucas stranger things #steve and eddie #autism #eddie x steve #steddie #best friend robin buckley

[whumpwillow]

Hazeshift 13 | villain whump

This is a series! masterlist  

the long-awaited next Hazeshift chapter!  

{ Chapter summary: enough comfort, back to the pain } 

warnings: beating, medical references, unreality, memory issues, flashbacks, self-blame 

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Haze shot up in bed, gasping for air. He stretched a hand over the sheets, searching for a presence, for Davian, before remembering he was back in his own cell—room, his own room, and in his own hospital cot. He was alone.

Another nightmare had him strangled in his sleep. He struggled to breathe, taking deep gulps of air into his lungs at an unsteady pace, the rapid beating of his heart eating up what little energy he had. He stayed like that for a few moments, just focusing on his breaths. In. Out. In. Out. That’s good.

He imagined Davian rubbing a soothing hand over his shoulders and it calmed him down more than he thought it would. In mere moments he was able to bring himself back to the present, out of his garish thoughts and memories. Back to the cold and sterile environment of the medbay.

“Well, that took you long enough.”

His heart sped up again.

Haze flicked his eyes upward to see a lean figure nestled in the doorway, resting a shoulder on it and watching him with keen interest. The voice was laced with boredom betrayed by the sharp glint in the man’s eyes as he stared at Haze.

Lisle took a step forward.

Haze grit his teeth. “What do you want?”

“Hah,” Lisle breathed out. Almost a laugh, but not quite. He canted his head to the side. “I think you should know the answer to that.”

Lisle moved slowly, but not due to injury or fear. No, this was calculated—made to look casual though it was anything but. He stepped like he had not a care in the world, and it was obvious he was trying to intimidate Haze with how unbothered he appeared.

Haze took measured breaths. His tormentor and former captive was obviously here for one particular purpose, and after last time—

No, no, no, don’t think about that. Don’t think about it.

His hands began to shake. He tucked them under the sheets to hide them from view. Lisle didn’t have the girl with him today. He didn’t have any means to produce that much electricity for—stop it. Don’t think about it.

Lisle graced him with the barest of smiles. His hands remained in his pockets and took Haze to terrible imaginings of what he could be hiding.

It couldn’t be worse than the electrocution, it can’t be. Unless he’s found a device for it, so he doesn’t need the girl, so he—

Lisle slammed his hands down on the metal bar at the foot of the bed. Haze jolted, and for a second he was practically airborne. He fell back onto the cot with a puff of air coming from the material and any pain Haze might have felt from the impact was lost to his blinding terror.

“Oh my gosh, I can almost hear you thinking!” Lisle said. “Is this what you thought of me? Being so predictable?”

Haze huffed, trying to tamp down his rising panic. “All heroes are predictable. You specifically, were just pathetic.”

Lisle’s eyes glowed with rage and in an instant, Haze saw white. His head snapped to the side from the force of the punch and he didn’t have time to ponder how fast Lisle had moved from the foot of the bed to the side because the man drove another fist into the villain’s cheek.

Haze’s eyes burned with tears and his nose had already started dripping blood onto his pristine white shirt. Lisle was saying something, but he couldn’t make it out. His ears rang from the shock or perhaps the memory he was falling back into.

He was sitting on the bed, Lisle was there, he was angry and he was electrocuting him. He was in that room again, he was sitting in a chair, there were electrodes on his forehead and they were burning burning burning—

“Listen to me!” Lisle screamed.

Haze snapped back to the present.

“You don’t get to disappear like this! You don’t have the right!”

Lisle continued his tirade and Haze had to agree. He didn’t have the right to lapse back into memories as if they were an escape from present pain. No, no, they were worse, so much worse, but that wasn’t an excuse.

Another punch slammed into his gut. Haze’s ribs were still broken and the added strain on them just made him pitch forward as Lisle’s fist sunk into the soft flesh of his stomach. All the air whooshed out of his lungs in a long breath and he made a low keening sound to accompany it.

“I-I’m sorry, Lisle, I—”

An uppercut to his jaw.

“You don’t get to say my name!”

Haze flinched back, blinked rapidly, and remembered his rules. “S-sorry, sir. I’m sorry.”

Lisle sneered. “No you’re not! You’re just scared! You just don’t want me to hurt you, you’re not sorry at all about what you did to me!”

No, no that’s not it—really—it wasn’t like that. Haze was so sorry, he didn’t know what he could do about it now, but he regretted it immensely. He hated that he had damaged Lisle so severely, that he had hurt him, that he had ruined his face and his life and he didn’t know what to do. There was nothing to be done, he knew that. He couldn’t do a single thing but sit here under the weight of his guilt and Lisle’s anger and let the man take out his frustrations.

Was that redemption? Was this his penance?

He’d wondered these questions often while captive in the Sorrowborn’s lair, but he was sure now that this was the true redemption. The previous stint of torture was just a trial meant to build up his endurance so he would be able to stand what was to come.

Would this be enough?

Tears fell from his eyes and dripped down his bruised and bloody cheeks. Lisle punched him again and again, shouting at the battered villain.

No, nothing would ever be enough.

“You ruined me! You ruined my life! You ruined everything!” Lisle shouted.

Haze cringed under the accusations, the volume, and the blows. Lisle took hold of Haze’s arm and for the first time the villain realized that he wasn’t handcuffed to the bed. Lisle ripped Haze off the bed and threw him to the floor, where he landed with a muffled crash and a tumble of limbs.

Haze hit the ground on his shoulder and something cracked. He made a small noise of pain that was quickly snuffed out when Lisle placed his boot on the villain’s chest.

“Now you see what it’s like, you fucker.”

Haze stared up at him, chest rising and falling in unsteady rhythm. Lisle panted heavily, his fists scraped and bloody, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“I heard—” Lisle began, pausing between words to suck in gulps of air. “I heard that you—that you went and visited Davian, huh? Have fun cuddling with my goddamn best friend, huh?”

Haze opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Not even air. He concentrated all his energy on the sensation of Lisle’s boot on his chest, crushing his broken ribs. It was better than thinking what Lisle could possibly have meant.

“No—” he managed to finally squeak out, but was interrupted before he could say any more.

Lisle stomped on Haze’s chest hard. Haze keened, twisting, writhing. His ribs crunched audibly. The bright flash of pain sent him into darkness, his vision going black and then white and then slow to return to normal.

“I’m not fucking around!” Lisle shouted, then kicked Haze in the side for good measure. “Don’t you dare try to cuddle up to him, not when you did this to me. You’re the reason he had to take care of me after I was rescued. You’re the reason…the reason I can’t look him in the eyes in anymore…”

Lisle said the last bit through gritted teeth. His face was red with shame and he still panted hard with either exertion or anger.

“You wanna see Davian so bad? Here you fucking go!”

Haze watched with horror as Lisle’s face morphed into Davian’s. Same chestnut brown hair, same warm brown eyes, same…everything. Except the smile. His mouth was all wrong, sharp and bitter. Not the same softness Haze knew when Davian had given him apples to eat and laid blankets over his shoulders. Not the same Davian who held him close and told him it was okay to cry…because he was safe. Even if he wasn’t.

But it looked so much like him.

Haze let out a cry of despair. He knew it wasn’t Davian. He knew. But his mind was frenzied and stuck in survival mode and he couldn’t tell real from fake and it just looked so much like him.

He watched as Davian—Lisle—kicked him in the ribs, in the stomach, in the face. Over and over, he took a beating from the man who he had once tortured, now wearing the appearance of the man who saved his life.

He had to remember. He had to. This was not Davian. This was Lisle. This was not Davian.

Haze repeated this over and over in his head like a mantra, telling himself to remember. But it was so hard. He kept seeing kind memories dashed like the breaking of his bones as Lisle stomped on them, as he bent down and got up close so Haze couldn’t turn away. As Lisle—Davian—Lisle—grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head up by it, tearing at the tangled strands and spitting in his face.

Haze wailed with despair, and the sound only added fuel to the fire. Lisle did and did not like to see him upset, as if Haze did not have the right to the emotion. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe this wasn’t happening at all, and was all another nightmare.

Maybe this wasn’t Lisle at all, maybe Davian really did hate him. Maybe all those memories had been the dream, a sweet escape, a nice illusion to hide the truth.

Why would Davian care for him? He’d destroyed the man’s best friend. He was a villain. He was the antithesis to everything Davian stood for.

He hurt people.

Haze knew what he’d done to Lisle. He had done it willingly, efficiently, effectively. He’d carved Lisle up, marred his face and taken his eye. He’d stolen his innocence and watched as the bright light in his eyes that always seemed to glimmer in those of the heroes faded into nothingness.

He hadn’t seen much of Lisle’s shapeshifting powers. The cuffs he’d used had restricted them, so it hadn’t been an issue.

Shapeshifting.

Right. Lisle had shapeshifted in Davian.

Haze tried to keep this in his mind as he was beaten to a bloody pulp. His head smashed against the floor, leaving him woozy. His wrist stomped on, leaving the bones cracked and likely broken. He was broken. He would never not be broken.

Why shouldn’t he be, then, when he had broken so many others?

Somehow, a voice deep down inside of him rose to the surface and surged to the forefront of his mind. A voice he’d tried to suppress, to pretend didn’t exist, because it was too shameful to admit to having.

IT WASN’T MY FAULT.

So selfish a sentiment. Of course it was.

Davian straddled him now, punching his face in rapid succession. Each time his fists came away bloodier, and Haze found himself smiling. It hurt it hurt it hurt. His lips were split and blood stained his teeth and he was smiling.

“What?”

A horrified whisper amidst the chaos. Haze couldn’t help but find it hilarious that there were two Davian’s to hurt him now.

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So uhhh welcome back to Little Brother Leo au! :D

I still don’t know what im doing.

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Warnings: Injury, pain, I feel like there should be another tw but I cant remember it. No proofreading✨

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“Wake him up!! We gotta get him awake!” Mikey yelped, hands going to Leos shoulders, about to shake him before Donnie slapped Mikeys hands away, wiping his tears.

“We have do to it gently, we cant risk making it worse.”

“Wake up Leo!! Wake up!!”

They couldn’t lose him after just saving him, no, they wouldn’t lose him. Donnie gently slapped Leos cheek, trying to wake up him or get a reaction… and Leos face wrinkled, turning away from him with a small grumpy noise that Donnie had missed so much.

“nooo… I don… wannaaa”

Any attempts to stop tears proved to be futile, they’d all missed him, missed his voice, his jokes, all of it… so much.

“You gotta okay? Donnie we have to get him to the med bay.”

“Right, med bay right right, brace yourself Leo, this is gonna hurt.”

Donnie wiped his tears away, although they were immediately replaces by more as he slid his arms underneath Leo and lifting, earning a scream of pain, and choked sobs from Mikey as they bolted down the hallway, heading for the med bay as fast as possible.

They placed him down and everything whirled into motion, Mikey texting everyone, Donnie grabbing bandages, disinfectant, needles, and thread, Raph keeping Leo awake.

It was overwhelming for Leo, watching all of them bolt around, and then it clicked, something was definitely off about them… were they bigger? And their voices had changed… he thinks? Leo wasn’t really sure.

“Buddy, you gotta stay awake, Leo focus on me”

“…wheeen… when’d… you guyys get…. Biggeerr..?”

“…its… its been a lo—long time since…. Since you’ve seen us buddy…”

Raphs voice was choked by sobs that he kept trying to press down, Leo’s eyes dazedly meeting Raphs, placing an arm on him with a wince. Leo’s hand looked smaller then before… had Leo shrunk or did Raph actually get bigger. How long had it been? It’d only been a few minutes… he thinks, although time did feel painstakingly slow while he was in there… but for them it had genuinely been slow. Much slower then the hours his minutes had felt like.

Pain stabbed him out of his thoughts, it was Donnie. Donnie treating his injuries with laser focus.

The room would’ve been silent if it weren’t for the muffled sobs as all of them stared at Leo… or more correctly Raph and Mikey stared at Leo while Donnie patched him up. Donnie started talking and then Mikey moved away, coming back with something in his hands that looked familiar, but everything was blurring up. Leos eyes fought to keep open, leading to Raph gently slapping Leos cheek again, trying to keep him awake. More talking, and movement. Pain. Oh what such a fond feeling /sarc

Leo screamed again, pain slamming into him as they lifting him up, he wasn’t sure what they were doing at this point, but Mikey was talking or yelling or something. It was all just a blur at this point, flurrys of pain slamming into him, Mikey trying to keep him awake, while Raph, and Donnie tried treating him. Soon enough, he couldn’t keep his eyes open much longer, no matter how hard Mikey tried.

…

Leo shifted, his whole body ached, and his head felt like it was trying to kill him from how bad it was throbbing. Apparently he had made a noise when he shifted because when he opened his eyes, he was met with three faces staring at him.

“Leo…?”

“LEO!!!”

Raph had to stop Mikey, grabbing on to him to stop him from jumping on the smaller red eared slider… and now it was apparently, watching the two wrestle in attempts to calm the very excited Mikey, the size, they had grown a lot in 10? 15? 20? However many minutes, or technically longer for them.

Leo wondered how he’d look next to them, probably small, how tall were they? How long had it been?

Unlike Raph, and Mikey, Donnie was still watching him, a hand resting on Leos arm, eyes locked on to him.

“hh…how long…?”

Quickly the sounds of wrestling stopped, replaced by Mikey being placed down and Raph shuffling over back into place, all attention on him for a few minutes as they glanced at each other.

“6 years…”

“…2372 days, 15 hours, and 27 minutes…”

“…damn clearly sss…somethings never change… rrrright?…”

“Wha?”

“Dddonnie… donniee and his cccounting… im tryinggg to be… funny guys okayyy…”

Donnie huffed, rolling his eyes as his grip tightened a little on Leos arm, making Leo wince, while Mikey rested his head as close as it could get to Leo without touching him, and Raph chuckled, placing a hand on Leo.

“Somethings never change…”

“…hhow… old..?”

“…Raphs 23, Donnies 22, Mikeys 21”

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Also if the day count is incorrect no it isnt you don’t see that.

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