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Weak Spot - Chapter 60

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

This week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake lights up the night

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

STOP! BEFORE YOU READ:

If you can stomach excessive violence, please remember that this chapter technically falls chronologically after the Sore Spot one-shot. However, it is not required reading and you will not miss out if you could not read it for whatever reason.

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

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Fem!Reader References/Warnings: Hospital, egregious injury, coma, intubation, needles, IV, coma, drugs, bleeding, broke bones, medical descriptions, medical tests, guns, gunshots, ect

“You’re late.”

“Sir.”

“47 minutes this time.”

Heavy sigh.

“27 the last and an hour and a half prior to that. You have two assigned patients total, one of which is no longer in critical condition and yet, here you are, late for the last round of your shift.”

“If you think-!”

“133 Pitt St, Apartment 3B, New York, NY 10002.”

Sharp inhale.

“Contain your personal life. You shouldn’t have moved in with your boyfriend so fast. Of course, he’s cheating on you. If your sloppy time management skills are any indication, you were never meant to be a suitable partner.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!! I’M THROWING YOU OUT! I DON’T CARE THAT-!”

“Again!?”

“NO! NO MORE! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! I REFUSE TO-!”

“Please, ma’am! I’m begging you! I know! I know what he’s like and he’s a million percent at fault, but if you could-!”

“He just said my home address.”

“Eugh boy…”

“He’s cruel. He’s mean! He never stops! He’s-”

“Ma’am…”

“No! Don’t you ma’am me again! Do you know how many nurses have refused to serve this room! You are down to less than a handful and mark that down as one less because there’s no way in hell I’m coming back here. I’m filing a fucking police report. I’ve had enough of this shit. He threatens us. He lies. He antagonizes. He hovers! He’s a stalker! He’s a bastard! He should have been kicked out the moment he pulled that stunt in intake! I bet he was the one who did this to-!”

Slam.

“H-He-!”

“Donatello!”

Slam.

“Get out of my way, Leonardo.”

“Do you want to be cut off!? That’s what you’re fucking doing! We’ve been busting our fucking butts to keep you in here, but that’s enough!! Don’t you get it?! Do you want to be here when Y/N wakes up or do you want to be miserable and alone!?”

Snivel.

“She… insinuated… that I…”

“I know.”

Rustle.

“I know.”

“I didn’t…”

“I know…”

Sigh.

“I’m taking charge.”

Sharp inhale.

“That’s the only way this is going to work. You threatened her, idiot. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?”

Hmph.

“Ma’am…”

“You think I was gonna be moved by that?”

“Look, I get it. This is… There isn’t a way to explain this. All I can promise you is that if you can… find it in your heart to let this incident slide, there won’t be another.”

…

“I’m taking full blame, full responsibility. If he acts out of turn again, he’s banned. I’ll make sure of it.”

…

“Please.”

Heavy sigh.

Clink.

“You saved… my sister two years ago from a monster… er-“

“Monster. I’m not sure it was a mutant.”

“Right.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s… I’m only doing this because of that. Not for him. Fuck him. Hey! Yeah, I’m talking to you. Fuck you.”

…

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

Squeak.

“And one cup of absolutely burnt coffee for the-!”

…

“I knew it!!!”

Clatter.

“Donatello!”

“Don’t.”

“I knew you were hiding something, but this-!”

“Get back.”

“What did you inject yourself with!?”

“That doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it does! You think you can-!?”

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

“I didn’t mean-!”

“You know why, now leave it.”

Bang.

“I heard yelling! What’s going on? Donatello!”

“It’s alright, Lee.”

“Don’t you pull that shit! What happened!?”

“It’s fine.”

“Knock it off! No, it’s not! You’re going to let him talk to you like that?! What was that?! I was gone for five seconds!”

“Leo.”

“Don’t ‘Leo’ me, Mikey! Everything that happens is on me. Don’t you get that? You need to tell me what just happened!”

…

“Well!?”

“I got too friendly, Leo. Nothing else. I swear it.”

…

“Damnit…”

“It’s been 2 weeks.”

…

“Donatello.”

…

“Say something.”

“I keep time. Down to the second.”

“Then you’ll know that you haven’t slept. Not once.”

…

“Donatello.”

“I fatigue of hearing my name come from your mouths.”

Heavy sigh.

Creak.

Squeak.

Wane.

“I… I know what this is like.”

…

“I know you know why I know.”

…

“It’s not going to get easier.”

…

“I know you don’t want to hear this.”

“You presume too much.”

“Donatello!”

“What? Why do you insist on pleading your case? Why do any of you? You think of yourselves so highly. You are wretches. You are sheep parading yourselves as saviors. You flock if only because you are too feeble to attempt anything alone! You think I need you? I never have! I never will! You have hitched yourselves to a technicality at best! That I let you live and occupy the same vicinity as Y/N is happenstance at best! Yet you press! You always press. Always. You never stop! You never have!!! You will plague me for my lifetime and I will never be rid of you so, please, pray tell, Raphael, what wisdom on this dimension or any other could you possibly think to disturb me with this time!?!”

…

“Ya done?”

“I should have-!”

Scrape.

Crash.

…

“You need to eat and drink. Actual food. Actual water. Y/N will need you when they wake up. All I was gonna say. I’m taking my turn outside. Try considering that we might care about something other than you once in a while.”

Step.

Click

Fuzz.

Someone left an ancient video set on.

It was plugged in for the sake of it.

Or it was being checked.

To see if it was still operational.

Something was beeping.

Not overly loud, but enough that it made a thrum in the room.

It smelled clinical.

Dry, but with a must of synthetic polish, it spoke of industrially cleaned linens and hospital corridors.

There was an actual hum.

The kind that came from fluorescents when they painted everyone a sickly hue.

Something was in your mouth.

A twitch found a tube in your nose.

You were cold.

Every breath came with an ache and numbness.

It all channeled down your throat.

You were layered up with blankets.

Three parts of you were free as far as you could tell.

Your left arm.

Stiff, folded, and holding emphasis.

Your head.

Lying on a papery substance concealing more than one pillow.

Your right hand.

Only emerged enough for something stuck to the back of it and large digits cupped between your loose fingers.

Two digits.

Two long, thick fingers.

You squeezed with as much force as you could manage.

You heard a little grunt.

You shifted to dig your nails.

“Woah there.”

Not Donnie.

That wasn’t Donnie.

It wasn’t Donnie.

You made a weary noise and tossed lightly against your pillow in dismay.

The thing in your mouth shifted.

You choked.

“Shh. You’re okay. Breathing tube. I know, I know. I also know I’m not the one you want, but I can get him. Can you hang tight for me, kay?”

The fingers returned the hold.

Eyes.

You wanted your vision.

You cracked a lid and winced it back shut at the light.

“You’re in the hospital. I’ve got you.” Another hand came to touch your leg in a neutral, but reassuring way. “You with me?”

Knowing there was too much white, you opened your eyes slower this time and glimpsed Leo leaning over you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You croaked.

“That’s all the confirmation I need.” He gave your hand a final squeeze before walking to the end of your bed. “Any more false starts and he’d lose it. The roving eye thing has been a nightmare.”

Gaze adjusting by the second, you watched him slice open a portal and Donnie clamber through with a rush of sound. “You had seven more minutes before you were meant toI-! Does that mean-!?”

Leo stepped out of the way and held out an arm.

Donnie rounded his head and was at your side before you could blink.

Function was difficult.

He cradled your hand close and you saw the wire attached to it.

Tracing it drearily, you found several bags sitting above you dripping liquid directly into your veins.

Coming back down, Donnie had tears in his eyes and a watercolor smile on his lips. “Y/N.”

You creaked, rusty on your intubation.

“Yes! We’ll get that right out if possible! Of course!” He brought his beak down and kissed the tips of your fingers. “Procedure says you should first explain whereabouts as a patient may be confused.” Donnie gave a sharp nod. “Y/N. There has been a travesty. We were in the Hidden City when we were ambushed. We-I-No-We were drugged… and you… you were…” Tears threatened to fall and he choked with a swollen throat.

You squinted at him.

None of that made sense.

You didn’t remember anything like that.

You remembered.

You remembered a beach.

You remembered a love potion.

You remembered rolling in the sheets with your mate.

You remembered.

You made a fearful noise and pulled at your body.

None of it came as it should.

Your arm wasn’t just folded, it was taped down to your chest.

In fact, most of your body was constricted.

The pull clanged along muscle groups and you felt a pulse trained inwards on your abdomen.

Shooting sparks of pain straight into your gut, you gave a soft pained cry and tried to kick.

Only one leg responded.

The other was lead and weighed down.

You were choking.

“Y/N, w-wait! P-please!” Donnie refused to touch any more of you.

“Donatello.” Leo appeared just behind him.

“Don’t. It won’t. Not now.” Donnie went to snap at the blue turtle.

Leo stared back, stoic.

“Don’t…” Donnie managed, gaze falling.

“Y/N.” Leo took to the other side of the bed and reached in to adjust a strap of bandage on your shoulder. “Listen. You’re at the Mount Sinai on Madison. You were in emergency, then the ICU, then you got assigned a room. Saying you were banged up is an understatement. You almost died. You might have, if we hadn’t…”

Relegating to pupil movement, you first stared at Leo, then checked with Donnie.

Your boyfriend gave a sharp nod where he’d taken Leo’s seat at your side and your hand.

You rasped.

“They had to medically induce a coma so we could figure out what substance you were injected with. You were considered an overdose patient until then. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cracked it and passed the info along so they could treat you. Then you… didn’t wake up. They considered it a regular coma after that. You were stabbed in your shoulder, miracle it missed any of the three arteries there. You’ll have a hell of a time with physical therapy for the muscle though. Your left femur is broken, but that… We’ll get into that later. You were cut along the ribs and stabbed in the right upper torso, into the liver. You were in surgery for hours. Internal bleeding… concussion… broken bones, you name it.”

You made a flighty grunt.

Donnie squeezed you.

You sent him a weak flick of your eye.

Leo sighed softly. “Button time?”

“I hit it a moment ago.” Donnie answered, not looking away from you.

Leo nodded and put his hands on his hips. “Ready, Y/N?”

Leo.

Donnie.

Together in the same room.

It only occurred to you now that there was an issue with that.

There was so much happening.

All of it was wrong.

You shifted your pupil between the two and translated what you hoped was a question.

“I’m assuming you’re wondering about this?” Leo pointed between him and Donnie. “Another explanation for later because you’re going to want to sleep after what’s about to happen… I sure as hell did.”

He walked to a corner and you wanted to know what he meant, but a nurse walked in. “Oh…! How are you feeling!?”

What followed was torturous. Over and over your sanity was questioned and examined as they checked your faculties. Tests were done in abundance and you were poked and prodded by what you assumed was every metal device known to man. A legion of doctors, nurses, and contracted medical personnel filed through to tell you similar and yet all new information about your wounds. Tubes were inserted, removed, and shifted around in what you could only imagine was a cruel cosmic game of hokey pokey. You picked up little details where you could under the barrage. There had been something about mysticism, both bad and good. You’d healed nicely. You had more healing to do.

It had been three total weeks since the attack.

You held onto that lost time with an iron claw until you were forced upright. Both for physical examination and because a wheelchair arrived for some test that couldn’t be done in this room, you saw Donnie keep a wounded strength up and Leo keep his distance. Both men had been similarly cycled, in and out of your vicinity, for the sake of decorum. You alternatively had none as you were carted around for more scans where doctors both talked to and around you. By the time you were uncomfortably back in bed and finally left alone, you could barely keep your eyes open.

“Sleep.” Donnie kissed your temple.

“Donnie…” You fought your lids.

You hadn’t gotten to talk to him at all.

His name was probably the first thing you’d said to him.

You wanted to say so much more.

How could you be tired?

You’d been asleep for nearly a month.

Donnie hushed your mind and a glimpse of him was the last thing you saw.

You woke up sometime in the night to a nurse fiddling with your IV.

“I have to get used to seeing you.” She teased lightly, checking the cord and coming away with a syringe.

You grunted out a sound.

“Don’t mind me.” She told you before giving your good leg a pat and disappearing around the bed. “Just something to ease the pain.”

You stared after her shape and caught a dull hue of Leo on the far side of the room.

Squinting, you found him watching after the nurse before he turned with a tired expression.

Following his gaze led to Donnie who was waiting with a patient expression.

“Hey.” You told him still groggy.

“Hi…” He pet your arm. “No need to get up.”

“No… I… I’m… can I…?” You stirred, trying to remember if sitting up was a chore.

“What do you need? Feel free to sign an approximate.” Donnie watched on with tepid affection.

In the corner of your eye you saw Leo turn his head in a way to give you privacy. You eyed him openly before returning to Donnie. Your first real look at him, you saw how the last few weeks had taken their toll. An odd midpoint in comparison to your last separation where he’d headed to the Hidden City alone, he looked a little on the mend. Eyes sallow, but skin perked with some vestige of hydration, he mostly looked exhausted.

“Water…” You decided, your throat dry and still cracked from the tube.

“You might have trouble swallowing, go slow.” He retrieved a pitcher and cup from a side table before filling it carefully to offer it with a straw.

Knowing he would hold it, you wrangled the lead with your lips and sucked in the life giving liquid.

He lowered it when you’d had enough.

“Sore…” You mumbled, leaning back and feeling the cool drink travel downward in your body.

Donnie nodded.

You took your time reaching up to cup his cheek with a spin of your wrist to coax him in. “Not clean. Sorry.”

“I’ve done my best.” Donnie whispered, coming in only enough to barely rest his forehead against the side of your head.

“Why-?” A cough caught you and each wheeze thudded through your wounds.

Donnie disappeared to monitor you closely.

Hand falling away, you winced against the aggravating loose, but tight nature of your esophagus.

You heaved a sigh as you caught your breath with the ragged little pinpricks that still held on.

Taking additional time to simply breathe, you eventually calmed enough to look out at Leo. “Explain this.”

Leo perked up in the moonlight seeping through a window and approached.

“Now?” Donnie asked without pressure.

You gave a single nod.

“Consider it a bedtime story.” Leo refused an actual smile, but there was a jovial edge to his tone as he came around to the opposite side of the bed. “We make it boring enough and we can put Y/N right to sleep.”

Donnie barely rolled his eyes.

“What got you here or this situation?” Leo asked with minor disdain, ignoring Donnie while also referencing him.

“Both… from the… beginning?”

Leo gave a knowing nod. “When I got the call, you were…”

Donnie bristled and had to hold himself.

“Bad.” Leo decided with a tight eye over your boyfriend. “It was bad.”

Donnie closed his eyes.

You reached for him.

He caught your hand and held it delicately to save the IV.

“We were together so we moved together.” Leo went on.

“Toget…?” You struggled on the syllables.

“Me, Mikey, and Raph.” Leo confirmed.

You bobbed slightly.

“Skipping over our entrance onto the scene, Mikey sort of…” Leo juggled his phrasing.

Donnie was up and away from you.

You stared after him and noticed he’d taken the time to set your hand down before fleeing.

“Mike’s got all sorts of mystic mojo.” Leo tried anew. “I knew you were going straight to surgery and Mikey sort of… snuck into prep.”

“Wha…?” Your lips parted dry and you wished Donnie would come back with the water.

“I wasn’t there, to be clear, I’m going off what Mike told me, but basically he zapped you with magic before the staff caught him.”

“I don’t…” You wanted to shake your head, but you settled for a failed swallow.

“In addition to flying, Mikey can kinda sort of teleport like me, but it’s different… he can…” Leo struggled.

“Leonardo trained with an artifact to hone tears through space. Michangelo can rip through space and time with his bare hands.” Donnie spoke, his back half turned to you. “To his detriment. You’ve seen his scarring.”

Leo seemed unperturbed by this knowledge. “He’s banned from it, but I can’t control him in an emergency or last resort sort of thing. It’s… a whole thing, but he can manage very short distances without it… without…”

“Leo…” You murmured, sensing there was something painful there.

Leo took your acknowledgement as a cue he could skip over details. “He took one look at a hospital map, teleported into the OR, dumped as much mystic healing into you as he could, teleported out when he was found, and then promptly passed out for an entire week.”

You heard Donnie inhale to speak and both you and Leo waited for him to, but he didn’t.

Something was off here.

You felt like you hadn’t woken up.

Pangs said otherwise, but you still wanted to pinch yourself.

Leo and Donnie were being as civil as you’d ever seen them and only a few weeks didn’t seem like enough time for that.

Something else was happening, but you were struggling to keep up as it was.

“What… did he…?” You hoped that was enough.

Leo lightly touched a blanket crease on the edge of your bed. “He mostly reassembled bone fragments. From what I understand, flesh, with all its blood vessels and such is a harder patch, but he did get some in. Mostly that gash along your ribs. Overall, it’s more of a general spell. If it had been me-” Leo’s teeth caught the light.

“You…?”

“Medic training.” Leo held the first bitter edge you’d seen to him. “I’m a trained medic.”

Donnie rotated further away.

Why were you losing him?

“Mikey took you from a femoral break to a fracture.” Leo kept a sharp gaze. “Your bone was shattered.”

“Oh…” You gazed down at your body.

“T-tricky with the casting.” Leo stepped up to point and shift the topic. “It’s called a spica. A groovy kind of asymmetrical bottoms, half shorts, half pants, which you have, but they should have cast it up your whole torso, only they couldn’t because of the… stab wounds…” He drifted, his acrid edge returning.

“What’s… going… on?” You got out, the many odd signs too much for you.

“I’m sure you don’t want some medical textbook info on the arteries… But I think I can simplify it-”

“Leo.” You pressed down on his name.

Donnie was nearly curled into the wall.

“Donnie.”

Your partner's head barely rotated at the sound of your voice.

“What… happened?” You wheezed.

You’d asked Leo to start from the top.

Instead, he’d skipped around.

Now there was an ever changing air as if something enormous was being avoided.

You had to know. “Tell me.”

Leo tugged your sheet until it was smooth. “Intake.”

The word oppressive, you felt the other two suffer under it where it held no connotation to you. “What… about it?”

“You still don’t remember what happened during the attack?” Leo asked, edging closer to you with an odd timber.

You shook your head slowly.

“A… Hidden City police officer… abducted you both.” Leo began, a clear wary of Donnie even though he didn’t look. “The guy disobeyed the temporary pardon. We know next to nothing about his goal.”

Your hand flexed and you felt the bite of your IV needle.

“Without you, there’s no account of what happened. The perp left no evidence of planning or anything so we have to assume it was spontaneous, but… we don’t know. We won’t know. Donatello regained consciousness right before the guy tried to…”

Your gaze flew to Donnie where he’d wedged in a corner.

He didn’t know what happened?

No one did.

Was he guilty?

You wished you could go to him.

Leo gave a shaky exhale. “I can only say what I saw for sure.”

You were slow to trek back to Leo.

“Donatello called me and… asked-”

“Begged.” Donnie spoke venom. “Say it.”

Leo’s eyes flashed a warning that Donnie didn’t catch. “I guess he… beggedfor my help. I portaled over and saw you… you were… you…”

Soothe them.

You wanted to hold Donnie.

You wanted to pat Leo.

If your arm closest to him wasn’t bandaged down you might have managed the latter.

Leo seemed to notice your intention and gave a tired smile of his own.

This was the closest he’d been to you yet.

His eyes looked like Donnie’s.

“I scooped you up with the others trailing behind and portaled us straight to triage.” Leo cut through the silence. “I had to leave you bleeding out on the nurse’s station because…”

“Y/N.” Donnie spoke around shattered glass.

“You won’t tell it.” Leo ground out just shy of a bark.

“I should…” Donnie tried to turn, but there was an odd glint to his eye.

“Donatello…” Leo had that warning to him again.

“I can talk about it!” Donnie’s voice held a rising bile. “I am not some child!”

“Donatello!” Leo took a few steps over.

“I lost control!” Donnie turned to plead his case with you.

Trapped in your bed, you felt strapped down.

You couldn’t help.

You were helpless.

“I didn’t see the yokai, you know.” Donnie crept forward slowly. “Your-our-your attacker.”

He looked a vision similar to a sleep paralysis demon.

Your heart clutched and it reflected in the ever constant beep of the heart monitor.

Leo neared the edge of the bed, his body readying.

Donnie saw nor heard neither. “I saw a knife. I saw you. I saw you speak your last words to me. Then I saw purple.”

Leo’s arms went up.

“They were trying…. They tried… They-!!!” In a single blink, Donnie’s eyes lit up a bright fuchsia. “They weren’t going to touch you.”

“Stop!” Leo’s eyes spun a blue similar to his portals.

Dancing lights filled the room.

For every flash of purple there was an equal blue swallowing it up.

It cast horrifying shadows across Donnie’s face. “I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop the bleeding. I couldn’t-!”

Leo caught Donnie’s shoulders in a swift move.

You flinched away as the dueling lights picked up to a blinding luminance.

There was a sharp choke.

You forced your lids up to see the glow gone and Leo’s leg lifted where he’d kneed Donnie straight through his plastron and into his stomach.

Donnie hunched with drool dripping from his mouth and had just caught himself from vomiting at the force.

Leo let go just as fast and held up innocent hands as he backed away. “Well? How’d that work out for you?!”

Donnie winced, clutching himself for a moment before he raised his own hand as a signal.

“What… was that…?” You looked at them both, feeling a ghost amongst them.

“Donatello unlocked his ninpo.” Leo turned to you looking haggard.

Now a moment away from tears, Donnie scrambled to his side of your bed on his knees. “I’m sorry. Are you okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t-!”

Your hand immediately went to his cheek and though your body raged and you were only allowed a few inches, you turned toward him as much as you could.

“Don’t do that…” He scolded and your action alone was enough to ground him minutely.

You shushed him with affection and pet down his jaw.

It took two strokes before he went a calculated limp against you.

“Has this…?” You swallowed hard and the cup appeared in front of you.

Hating how much maintenance you needed, you took a quick sip before shaking your head to force the swallow down.

“This has been… happening the whole time… since I got…?”

“Put in the hospital.” Leo nodded and staggered a few steps before he caught the bottom of your bed.

“What… power? Why… now?”

Leo rubbed an eye and mocked. “What power?” He clicked his tongue. “We… as in my family, believed it was only possible for clan members. You unlock your ninpo through acceptance. You have to have faith or trust or believe in the Hamato clan, in us, in family, and poof! It’s the only way you should be able to…” A form of irritation brought Leo upright. “Mikey and I unlocked ours to save Raph. It should be for family. Our family. That fierce protection. That-”

“He unlocked it…” You looked at Donnie.

He was curled into your palm with his eyes screwed shut, looking especially young.

“…saving me?”

Leo clicked his tongue.

Donnie gave a nod that was more of a nuzzle.

“It was wrong.” Leo spoke sharply.

A purple gun appeared in his face long enough for you to watch it cock before Leo realized and a tiny blue portal swallowed it up.

“Enough already! We just did that! You already flipped out so chill!” Leo growled, his eyes still entrenched in a glow.

“Don’t you tell me that saving them was a mistake in any way.” Donnie pulled from you to bare his fangs.

Several cycles of purple and blue cascaded a waterfall around Leo’s features. It painted him haunted before his face broke into true dismay. “I would never.”

The flickering stopped and you didn’t dare look at Donnie.

“How you activated it…” Leo shook his head trying to bury the raw emotion. “Your faith is misplaced. You get granted Hamato rights because you’re a Hamato. Because you believe in one another and how we’re stronger together… You are supposed to believe that you are a part of something larger and that they have you, everything about you. Every single bit. They will do anything for you! You don’t…! You don’t believe any of that!” His eyes rose with tears caught by the pale lights in the room. “That’s why you’re wrong. You tore into a power you shouldn’t have. That’s why you don’t have control. It will never be okay. It will never be yours! It shouldn’t.”

Donnie finally turned inward toward you and there were broken flickers of purple in his gaze like a match trying to light.

You had very little movement, but used what you could to grab his mask and tug.

He came limp and loose into your good shoulder and wilted there, shutting off the light.

Leo grunted about his weakness and did a small pace to recompose himself.

“Leo…” You murmured, petting Donnie with a heavy weight that he accepted.

“Yeah…?” He rounded the edge of the bed.

“That was… What Donnie made was…?”

“Weaponry.” Leo spat. “His power manifested in the same shit he started with. Destruction as always.”

There was a humming vibration of a phone.

Donnie flinched into you.

Leo pulled his device out.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered to Donnie, knowing you couldn’t go low enough to not reach Leo’s tympanum.

“The others…” Donnie rooted closer to you. “… they’ll come now.”

“Why?” You wished you could hold him.

“The flare of ninpo.” Leo answered, tacking something out. “They’re worried. I’ll tell ‘em it’s okay for now. You… I’ll give you this.”

Donnie couldn’t thank him, but he chuffed a sound of acknowledgement.

That seemed enough for Leo.

You felt a depth of what they’d been through without you.

It was huge and weighty and both of them were overtaxed by it.

All because of you.

“Raph said you each had… specialties or something…” You murmured.

Leo stared dully at the blue light from his phone illuminating his face. “Donatello has built guns a million times over. Now he can assemble them without anything, but his mind. Makes sense. A stupid fucked up sense.”

You read the faintest emotion of him.

Fear.

“Leo-”

“I don’t agree, but Mikey has a different theory.” Leo pocketed his phone and his angle entrenched him in darkness. “He doesn’t see a problem with the unlocking because it was done to protect. He thinks the malfunction is tied to Donatello holding back. Something about him not being able to embrace the power because he’s forcing it away like everything else.”

Donnie exhaled revulsion.

“Agreed.” Leo puffed his own.

He did hold back.

You stroked down, tracing towards his concealed mating mark.

Did Donnie disagree because Mikey was on the right track?

He’d come a long way, but he still believed that the person he was with you wasn’t the authentic one.

He’d also said he could never live as himself.

That meant he’d never harness this power.

It loomed overhead, something even more dangerous than his enemies.

“It does… seem connected to your anger.”

You felt both men look at you, but you only watched Donnie.

“From… the little I’ve seen…” You tried to sound sheepish.

Donnie leaned in to rest his beak against your cheek. “You’re correct.”

Leo broke away and walked toward the window.

“And you two have just been��?” You glanced between them. “Together… this whole time?”

The palpable disdain swept through the room.

For a long moment neither spoke.

Donnie seemed the more sturdy of the two for now, sighed to retreat lightly, and adjusted your covers. “Not at first.”

Leo scrubbed his face.

“The initial chain of events went as such: I was…” The moment weighed on Donnie and took his voice.

“Not again…” Leo turned, looking twice as exhausted.

“I can do it.” Donnie pressed, harsh. “Look away.”

Leo bristled with obvious concern.

All you could think was how strange it was.

In such a short amount of time they’d seemingly come so far.

The Leo you knew would have taken every opportunity to barb Donnie.

Your Donnie would never allow the amount of supposed weakness he was currently displaying.

“I can.” Donnie tried again, his voice more even.

Leo said nothing and turned to tuck his head against the wall.

Donnie was slow in taking your face.

A familiar cascade of affection, it coaxed a smile from you and he nosed you lightly before drinking you into a kiss.

“My breath…” You murmured against the chaste press.

“Brushed earlier once the tube was removed and you were up to it.” Donnie caught your lips again and you realized the light brushes were to keep any errant smacks at bay.

“I’ve slept…” You teased him with the lightest nosing though the reach with your neck disturbed the muscles in your shoulder.

“You will learn to lie still.” He spoke with light heat and stole what was an obvious final kiss with a heavier press.

You relented into the pillow and failed to catch a soft sigh.

“That day… After disposing of that miscreant, I was beside myself. You needed more immediate attention then I could possibly… I found your phone. I called… When Leo appeared… I… I passed you off. My inadequacies were…”

“Too much…” You found his hand near yours and squeezed it.

He nodded and nuzzled close. “I let him take you, not more than a step behind, but Michelangelo…”

You tilted your head the slightest amount.

“You were deemed an obvious emergency and taken immediately. That I stood for, but Michelangelo he only…” Donnie paused and took a deep settling breath. “He had been nearby, suddenly saying he could help. Then he disappeared. I… It was an unknown variable. Him alone with you. With his mysticism… I… He hurt you before…”

You studied his eyes closely.

He leaned in to give you a better view, illustrating his gaze was free from purple, before nudging you with his beak. “I was irate to say the least. The staff would not let me warn them. Everyone kept telling me to calm down and then…” He caught himself and with several false starts to give a heady exhale. “Raphael subdued me after I manifested an entire arsenal and nearly leveled the waiting room.”

Leo shook his head against the wall, but you read it less as a disagreement and more of distress at the memory.

“His projections aren’t sturdy enough to dispel mine however. He temporarily knocked me out as the drug was still in my system.” Donnie continued. “When I woke, moments later, I was propped in the waiting room, informed Michelangelo had been returned to the sewer, Raphael was having a few superficial bullet wounds treated, and Leonardo was sat beside me.”

Leo flittered with a faint movement that you found to be his fist nervously tapping near his hip.

“For a while…” Donnie wrangled himself in and pulled away minutely to check your IV. “We sat as such for several hours until Leonardo spoke in regards to our predicament. A repeat of my display would put you at risk. The blue bast-ahem-Leonardo was meant to only be utilized as emergency transport. It was a temporary necessity. However… I was forced to acknowledge there was now more at play.”

Leo’s head tipped up and he looked toward a darkened ceiling corner.

“The staff had no choice but to accept my staying by your side once I was able.” Donnie had a faint smirk to him. “In situations such as those, I am unbothered. What power do they have? Police?” His teeth gleamed around a laugh, but he subdued it. “It was… your ongoing treatment that proved difficult. Not up to my standards. We’d failed to get S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. inside. You required the facilities and providers available here, but…”

Your lips parted and Donnie offered more water for you to sip.

“My threats along with my volatile ninpo made a dangerous combination. Not that they could have kept me away, but I was threatened with several premise bans.”

He let the cup sit comfortably against your side.

“You see, upon our arrival here, each of us displayed our powers meaning the uninitiated were confused. Sure, there is an irritatingly obvious color coding, but what was less evident was the effects. Raphael had smothered my attack so only sick, delusional waiting room patients saw a hallucination at best. No one of importance saw what my ninpo created. This was for the best, but to keep it that way, as the lethality of my manifestations happens to be off putting to some-'' Donnie flicked a quick glance toward Leo in gesture. “-I had to be monitored…” His lip curled. “The others sat with me in rotation. I was unfortunately in need of their attendance in case my ninpo activated. The three traded off, but Leonardo’s ninpo is most suited to safely disarming mine.”

Donnie came close enough that you could lean on him.

“Waiting at your side gave me only time. Slowly, I achieved enough emotional control so as not to create weapons at the slightest provocation, but I am still me. I acted my usual and voiced my overall displeasure with your ongoing unconscious state. These… comments were not appreciated and compounded as I had worn my welcome. On supposed ‘thin ice,’ there was a particular incident where I slipped and allowed a nurse to see one of my manifestations. Thus a final deal was struck.”

Leo felt comfortable enough to turn and watch with a worn expression.

“Leonardo…” Donnie took on a strange expression that bordered appreciation. “… stepped in. He used his connections, status, and manipulation to garner you a better care rotation. In exchange, he was charged with being my full time handler. I was to defer to him in exchange and he put his entire public reputation on the line if only to keep me from actually being kicked out. If only… to allow us...” Donnie carefully cradled your hand. “... to stay together.”

You were overwhelmed.

Suddenly awash, your chest tightened lethally and you sent water works in Leo’s direction.

The blue turtle startled at the emotion and gave a single sharp nod as if it was a normal duty as any other.

“Shh, don’t waste your limited energy on him. Again, not that it would have mattered. Nothing would have kept me from you.” There was a fragility to Donnie’s usual bravado.

You pinched his fingers to translate that you noticed.

He looked away with the faintest noise of frustration.

“That was a week ago.” Donnie murmured.

“Back up some.” You let go of him to point.

Donnie studied you before adjusting his stool with a rolling slide.

It put him more easily in your reach and you tugged his mask up from his beak.

He grunted, annoyed, but allowed it and you revealed the deeper dark bags barely concealed by it.

Trying to betray little, you delicately put Donnie’s mask back in place before gesturing for Leo to come over. “You next.”

Leo walked to his spot on the opposite side where he yanked his mask up, unprompted, for you to see his equally swollen lids with an amused fluttering of his lashes.

“Him-” You threw a thumb back to Donnie as you spoke to Leo. “I expect to not sleep, but you?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time I lost sleep over the jackass.” Leo smirked.

Donnie rolled his eyes.

“He’s up, I’m up.” Leo shrugged and used both hands to get his mask right.

“I would never allow myself disarmed around you.” Donnie growled lightly.

“And you see why neither of us have slept.” Leo’s hands fell away and he cracked you a manic expression like it were an ice cold drink.

“Where was…?” The memory seemed so vague. “Donnie was portalled in… when I woke up.”

“Ah.” Leo nodded, thoughtfully, before sending a smarmy look at Donnie. “Now where were you at, hm?”

Donnie bristled.

Leo pulled his expression slightly, but waited with a cocked ridge of his mask.

Donnie let a canine peek as he turned an acidic expression to you. “I have… scheduled meal breaks.”

Leo wiped a hand over the lower half of his face, no doubt covering a smile.

“A bargain to make you eat…?” You looked over Donnie with knowing affection.

For a split second you saw a swipe of guilt flash over your boyfriend’s face before he settled to a neutral expression. “My choice. An accepted one around. The only agreement was travel.”

“My moment of freedom tainted!” Leo held up a dramatic hand. “Basically, the jam jackass will only go to the cafeteria if I portal him there.” Leo shook his head free of his hand to show his disdain. “Mike or Raph take it from there, but still.”

“My retribution and instantaneous returns.” Donnie sent a lowered lidful of affection toward you.

“I’m not a damn taxi.” Leo grumbled.

You took them both in before you exaggerated a pout.

You then sank deep into your pillow though it made your body ache.

Donnie switched to worry and touched your arm anxiously.

“Leo.”

Donnie twitched with faint annoyance over you ignoring him.

You held out your hand to soothe him.

“Hm?” Leo leaned back, folding his arms.

Donnie took your hand and sulked.

“I get your stupid banter comment now.”

For a beat nothing happened.

Then Leo popped a single snicker before he burst out laughing.

You clucked along with him until the bubbles of comedy clung and irritated your liver.

Donnie pressed your arm to urge you to stop.

You tossed him a smile.

Leo came away, wiping his eye. “Oh man, I’ve lost my mind… That was good. What a call back…!”

“I’m mad I didn’t see you two get close.” You pursed your lips.

“We aren’t.”

There was a certain amount of horror passed between them which Donnie dispelled with a puckered focus on his face.

“Knock it off, bozo!” Leo’s lip curled.

“What are you doing…?” You touched Donnie.

“Trying...” Donnie’s eyes narrowed, willing something with all his might. “… to shoot him between the eyes.”

“You can’t do it on purpose yet and hopefully ever.” Leo sneered.

“If you keep that up he will.” You stared at him dully.

“Pfft.” Leo blew a raspberry. “I’ll just do a little abracadabra and poof, it’s disappeared right before your eyes.” He did a flourish with his hands.

“Hypno would be insulted.” You tilted your head away from the poser.

“Hypno’s a hack!” Leo threw up a hand. “I’ve studied the greats!”

“Since when do you-?” You reared your head. “No… I’m… I’m too injured for this.”

Donnie puffed with a single bubble of laughter and then painted a stoic face as if nothing happened.

“We’re literally right here. This room is dead silent.” Leo shook his head.

“Donnie…” You chewed your lip.

Donnie turned his beak up.

“Seven straight days of this.” Leo threw a hand out to Donnie.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say!” You tapped your sheet. “I missed it! Donnie, pull up the recordings!”

Donnie’s hackles went up.

Leo put extra shine on a snarky smile.

“You…” You looked between the pair before settling on Leo in awe. “How the hell did you get him to agree to not tape this?”

“You’re on the line. You’re literally the best bargaining chip anyone could ask for!” Leo turned a smile on you that was eerily similar to Donnie’s malevolent one.

They’d spent too much time together.

“Weak spot…” You whispered in spite of yourself.

“Come again?” Leo held up a hand to his tympanum.

“Nothing.” You crooned.

Leo cocked his brow through his mask.

“You have to fill me in on everything.” You demanded from both of them.

Leo opened his mouth with a retort, but a nurse appeared in the doorway with a tapping foot. “Ahem.”

“Maria! If it isn’t the most lovely night nurse this side of Queens!” Leo spun to her in a flourish and seemed to almost manifest sparkles.

She seemed largely unbothered, but you caught the slightest ghosting of pink to her cheeks from the fluorescence in the hall.

“Give ‘em a break. The lovebirds are making up for lost time…” Leo cooed.

She huffed loudly and renewed the fold of her arms. “They and everyone else in the corridor also need sleep.”

“Done.” Donnie spoke.

Leo polished his grin.

She glared openly at Donnie before sending Leo a pointed look. “I’ll check back in fifteen.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Leo gave a little amorous growl and you gagged to Donnie.

His lip wrinkled with a smile that he buried as soon as Leo walked back over.

“Think that’s a pretty good demonstration of how this arrangements been going.” Leo tossed a thumb back to where he’d come from and reverted to what you assumed was his neutral setting.

Donnie stood and fluffed your pillow.

You looked him over affectionately and felt that ever present exhaustion tug at you again.

It was there.

It had been there.

Speaking of it felt like a command and now it threatened to engulf you.

You hated the helpless feeling of it all.

“Just like that.” Leo hummed, cocky.

“Shut up.” You grumbled.

“Finally, someone else can tell him.” Donnie took his seat and assumed what must have been his usual waiting posture.

“Ugh, almost forgot you let him ruin your morality.” Leo made a big show of rolling his eyes.

You had more complaints, but your lids were heavy.

“Get some rest.” Leo blessedly dropped the complaint and took a seat in a far chair.

“We’ll get you home soon.” Donnie took your hand and pressed a careful kiss to it. You made a little sweet sound for him, but your vision of him skewed as you dozed off.

💜NEXT💜

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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Could you do something like Eddie needing to go to hospital for some minor injury or illness and Steve just having a complete trauma response of oh god last time he was in hospital he nearly died (and wayne being the one to reassure him bc we love uncle wayne in this household)

I must live in the same household as you because I include Wayne in things just to have him be supportive even when it doesn’t make sense to the story 😎

“It’s just a quick trip.”

Wayne was trying to reassure Steve. Trying being the key word.

Eddie was asleep, as he had been for most of the last three days.

His fever was getting higher instead of lower and he hadn’t been able to keep any food down for more than two of the last three days.

His water intake had gone nonexistent, too.

He was pale and sweaty, but visibly shivering anytime Steve looked at him.

It was probably just a really bad flu, but it didn’t help that he’d only been out of the hospital for four months and was still technically recovering from bat bites and nearly bleeding out.

“But what if it’s not?”

Wayne looked at him sadly.

“Son, he just needs some fluids and maybe some better meds than I can get at the drug store without a prescription. He’ll be feeling a bit better within a few hours if we take him.”

“But-“

“Steve. I promise I won’t let nothin’ happen to our boy, okay?”

Steve felt his heart clench at the words.

Sometimes he forgot that Wayne almost lost his only family, his son in all ways but genetics.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“Think you can carry him to the truck?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie woke up twice on the way, trying his best to give Steve a smile, but failing miserably.

When they brought him back to get an IV started, Wayne went with him, but Steve had to wait in the waiting room.

Wayne kept checking in, though, letting him know every 30 minutes how things were going.

He was grateful that Eddie had someone like him.

He was grateful he had someone like him.

Four hours later, Wayne was walking out the double doors with Eddie, who was able to stand, but not support himself.

An improvement is still an improvement, though.

“Eds, feeling a little better?”

“Feel like a million bucks. No need to worry.”

Which is what he said when he woke up after his week-long coma.

Steve burst into tears and Wayne gently smacked Eddie on the head.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“What?!”

“Let’s get you home before Steve ends up havin’ a breakdown in the waiting room.”

Luckily, they made it home before Steve really did break completely down.

But at least this time Eddie was awake and holding his hand, talking to him like nothing was wrong.

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thejujvtsupost · 5 months

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hiiii, i just wanna say i love your writing!

is it okay if i request a Gojo fluff of him coming out of the Prison Realm and seeing Y/N? a lil bit of angst and a lot of fluff if you please.

thank you!

have a cookie 🍪

and a lil bit of love <3

byee

-anon :)

The Return

Hi anon! You’re so sweet 🥺💗 here’s a cookie for you too! 🍪 hope you don’t mind but I also added some Nobara copium since her dreaded episode comes out this week. She deserved better tbh.

Notes: F!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, Gojo needs a hug and gets one. Just something extra fluffy for the copium we all need. Also since Nobara’s status is technically ‘unknown’ I decided she’s in a coma for the foreseeable future to make myself feel better. 🤗 I also didn’t know how to end it because I had too many ideas.

He looked like a mess.

You, Shoko and Yaga were the only ones unsealing Gojo, you had no idea what he was going to be like and all the kids had been through more than enough. If something tragic happened, they didn’t need to see it.

The way looked at you, some meters away from where he was unsealed, broke your heart. “Baby?” His scratchy voice was barely audible, likely dehydrated.

His hair was in complete disarray, dirt, dry blood and filth all over him, clothes hanging off of his frame- he clearly lost some weight. He’d been through hell.

None of that deterred you from immediately running into his arms, kissing his cheek and clutching his body close, tight but trying to be mindful of his frailty. His reverse curse technique could heal injuries, but it couldn’t sustain him alone. Especially not for over two weeks.

“God ‘toru never scare me like that again!” You were choked up and overwhelmed. “Are you okay? Of course you’re not- you need water and a fucking meal.”

A look over from Shoko while informing him of the lives lost went by in a blur for you both. You could tell he was having a hard time processing everything. “Nanami? Really? And Nobara’s in a coma?” He refused IV fluids so you were nearly drowning him with water he had to drink. As soon as you got him home he’d eat too.

His sadness was palpable when it was confirmed. “I always thought he’d be able to live through anything…”

“He died protecting Yuuji, Maki, Megumi and the others. He fought bravely til the end. Unfortunately Yuuji saw it happen, he’s been… struggling… but he’s very resilient.” You squeezed his hand and he squeezed it back- the best he could anyway. He was shaky and weak from the toll on his body.

Getting him home was a relief. You got him sat comfortably on the couch, still in dirty clothes (minus his uniform jacket you helped him out of) but you’d deal with that after he ate. You hated the grunts of pain exiting his lips from the ache in his muscles.

“Relax as best you can, I have some leftover chicken takeout I’m gonna heat up and I’ll be back.”

He caught your wrist in a panic. “Don’t leave- need to know you’re real. ‘Haven’t even properly kissed me yet.” He brought some humor and a smile into the room like always, you appreciated that about him no matter how weak it was this time. Even in the darkest moments he made you laugh with his charm.

“My apologies.” You leaned down with a giggle and kissed him gently.

Being alone was painful for anyone, and for Gojo, where he couldn’t even keep track of time, it was agony. He would dream, or perhaps hallucinate about you only for you to disappear when he wanted to touch you. Agony.

Pulling away from him after so long was difficult too. “I’ll just be a few minutes, I promise.”

Gojo let you leave and you talked to him from your place in the kitchen. He never valued being able to see the kitchen from the living room so much until this moment.

You made sure he ate as much as he could before pulling him to the bathroom connected to your room. A shower was next on the list and you had a feeling you’d end up in there with him. He needed some help but he disguised it as being needier than necessary (he was naturally needy and affectionate with you anyway.)

“Turn and lean down a little, you’re a billion meters tall and I can’t reach your hair” he complied and bantered with you lovingly. Not to his usual standards, but you didn’t care about anything other than him being right there under your fingertips. He was real, his voice was real.

And when he finally broke down, his head on your shoulder and arms around you, he couldn’t stop. He sobbed the ugliest of cries that ripped through your own heart and you didn’t stop him, didn’t shush him, just kissed the side of his head and rubbed his back. Encouraging him to let it out. It was a matter of time before his emotions caught up to him.

You spent more time holding him than washing him. Happily.

The water eventually ran clear and sobs turned to sniffles. Only then did you turn it off and help him out with the mutual understanding that his heart needs time to heal before he can talk about the tragedies he let out in the shower.

And finally, getting into bed and cuddling close, he had a death grip around you.

“I missed you so, so much Satoru. Don’t ever do that to me again or I’ll kill you.”

“I missed you too doll, you have no idea how bad I needed to see you and just feel you.” He kissed you just as sweetly as he did gently.

Falling asleep without tears for the first time in weeks, exchanging quiet words of love, was bliss.

A miracle, actually.

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kooberryfields4ever · 1 month

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vividly dreaming wip

good morning :3 i've been not writing for any of the time i've been inactive but i have come across and old wip that i never really continued ? so here that is... a little teaser i suppose because i do eventually want to write more and make it a full series !!

pairing: jungkook x reader

content: angst!!!!!!!!!, fluff, smut (probs)

major angst because this fic happens to be based on that one reddit post about the man who went into a coma and ended up living an entire life with a wife and children before waking up :) and i feel evil >:) this isn’t all i’ve written ! in total there’s about 2.2k but i am not happy with almost any of it past this part, so hopefully u enjoy this little teaser and hopefully i actually continue writing…….

about 500 words (?) below the cut :3

Midnight; the first day of September; the first day of autumn and, chiefly, the first birthday Jungkook has spent alone. After being rushed to A&E and eventually taken into the care of the ICU following a nasty car crash, Jungkook has found his stay at the hospital to be quite pleasant spite his injuries. The past two weeks have gone by quickly for him, spent mostly sleeping, healing and eating when necessary, however this particular evening seems to drag on longer and Jungkook prays for the will to sleep to wash over him soon. His phone beeps excitedly beside him as the four zeroes of midnight fall in line and his eyes fall on the screen as it continues to ring through the first minute of the day.

“Happy birthday to me,” he says to himself with all the enthusiasm he can muster. His head is throbbing more painfully tonight than it has the whole time he’s been here, Jungkook chalks it up to the meds finally wearing off. He peers over at the open curtains of his hospital room; the window is only slightly ajar – enough to let air drift in and rustle the blinds. The soft, white glow of the moonlight filters in and illuminates the room enough for Jungkook to see, to get up and walk around without tripping over a wire or bumping into a table. The room’s small, anyway, decorated with only a bed, a nightstand, a chair and a retractable TV that Jungkook hasn’t touched once since he got here.

He’s aware that he gets to go home today, much sooner if he could actually get to sleep. The anticipation of finally getting out of here is probably what’s keeping him awake, stimulating his blood in a way that he does not consider helpful. Honestly, two weeks is a long time for someone who hates being inside no matter how quickly the time passes; Jungkook’s used to being out. Now, the most time he gets to spend outside is 20 minutes looking out his window or going to the canteen without his nurse’s supervision. All other hours of the day he’s bed-bound, kept captive by IV lines and pulse monitors.

He leans his head back against the bed, fiddling with a loose string on the hem of his hospital gown; he tugs it and rolls it between his fingers, watching as the stitch unravels just below his chin. He pulls the thread up to his lips, taking it between his teeth and biting through it. The thread snaps, leaving the garment to fall back to his chest with a fresh hole formed and one stitch less. He pulls the thread through and around his fingers, watching as it dances between his joints and knots around his fingertips; then he pulls it taut. It’s like his body betrays him; he can’t move, suddenly stuck with the string between his hands, cutting off the circulation to the tips of his fingers. He looks around the room and everything seems slightly off, distorted in a way that has him blinking in an attempt to correct it. The string tightens even more, before snapping between his hands; Jungkook is suddenly shaken from his trance. He blinks rapidly, brows furrowing as he tries to make sense of his surroundings. Nothing is wrong, but nothing seems right.

He leans back, head against his pillow, and allows sleep to cloud his thoughts over.

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jawritter · 1 year

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Carry On

Chapter 5

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2023

Warnings: Pain, Angst, Just generally feeling like things aren’t getting any better.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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“Dean, come on, you need to at least try and eat something, even if it’s not but a few bites,” Y/N pleaded as she sat there with a piece of grilled chicken stuck to the end of a fork.

Dean shook his head with a grimace and turned away from her. She sighed heavily as she sat the food back down on the dinner tray the orderly had brought in and placed in front of her so she could help Dean eat.

“Dean, if you don’t eat they’re gonna want to put a feeding tube down your throat, and they will put you back in the ICU; you have to eat something.”

Of all the challenges she thought she was going to have to face with Dean over the first week that he’d woken up, eating was not one of them. Dean Winchester liked his food. While she knew it wasn’t a double bacon cheeseburger, she’d seen the dude eat prison food for fuck’s sake, hospital food wasn’t much different, she never would have guessed he’d all but refuse to eat a bit of food once he’d woken up. Yet here they were on day five, and it seemed to be getting worse and worse.

“Stomach hurts,” he murmured, and Y/N didn’t deny that it most likely did. He was on a lot of pain medication, as well as nausea meds, but if anyone has ever been on a Morphine pump like Dean had been for days, or was on the amount of IV antibiotics they were shifting through him roughly every four hours, it did tend to make you queasy, even with the anti nausea meds.

“That’s probably because you’re not eating enough Dean. You’re on a lot of medication and you’re weak, you need to eat to regain some of your strength,” she tried again as she picked up the small bite of chicken on the fork, and brought it to his dry, cracked lips. He reluctantly took the bite.

There was no easy way of saying it, but Dean looked horrible. He’d lost a good bit of weight, between the struggle of eating since he’d been awake, and his time in the coma. His hair was everywhere. There were deep, dark circles under his eyes, and he was still a good bit pale.

What hurt her the most, more than all of that, was the light that seemed to always be in those candy apple green orbs of his had just simply gone out. The joking, annoyingly charming Dean Winchester she knew was just gone. It was almost as if he’d just given up.

“There we go,” she smiled at him, “one bite at a time.”

Technically, Dean could probably feed himself. He had pretty good use of his right arm. His left on the other hand, that one he could only bring up so far before the pain started an excruciating track from his back to his chest. The problem seemed to be sitting up, even just inclining the bed a little became unbearably painful very quickly, and it was hard to feed himself when he was stuck laying flat on his back.

Pain management had become another one of the biggest challenges since he’d woken up. At first, they thought they had it under control, but then two days later, the pain medication didn’t seem to be working for more than two hours before he was literally withering in pain again. So after a very long day of adjusting and readjusting medications, they finally put him on a Morphine pump, which worked so far. Even though about thirty minutes before the light would turn green on his remote, indicating that he could give himself another dose, he was fingering the controller, which let her know that the discomfort was very much still there, and as soon as the light turned green, he didn’t hesitate in pushing it.

After only a handful of bites he turned his head away, with a grunt. “I can’t,” he admitted. “Please don’t make me eat any more of that.”

“Okay,” Y/N agreed with a heavy sigh, glad he’d at least taken a few bites of food, and pushed the tray away from him as he coughed and flinched from the action. She wasn’t about to force feed him; that would just be cruel. “Why don’t I call Sam later, see if he can get you some pie in here, or maybe we can split a burger, how does that sound?”

Dean pouted slightly, as he took the straw in his mouth, and drank a good bit of the Sprite she was holding for him. He wasn’t on any dietary restrictions that she was aware of, and at this point she was willing to try anything to get some food in him.

“Maybe… Maybe he could bring one of those chicken strip baskets from Dairy Queen, you know, the ones that have the white gravy with them?” he said after a moment, and she hurriedly picked up the phone to text Sam his order.

“If that’s what you want, handsome, then you got it,” she said, before coming to sit down on the bed next to him, taking his hand in hers again; careful not to jostle him at all, or cause him any more discomfort.

A heavy silence fell into the room, as it often did in moments like this; moments where neither of them seemed to know what to say to one another, because nothing that she could say could take this away, or make it better for him.

She hated this. She hated to see him lying helpless in this bed. She hated not having the happy, annoying, cocky hunter that Dean was walking around hitting on everything that moved, and annoying the fuck out of Sam and Eileen. She hated that she couldn’t take his place, because she would have in a heart-beat. Dean had been through so much. He’d lost so much. He’d given more than anyone else she’d ever known to everyone’s plight but his own. This wasn’t fair.

“What are you thinking about,” Dean asked, his voice rough and barely above a whisper, but it startled her out of her daze all the same.

“Nothing,” she lied, giving him her best fake smile. “Nothing at all.”

“Liar,” Dean accused. “Sweetheart you’re looking at the king of everything’s fine, and nothing actually is. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, hating the way he could seem to read her, even though this is the most time they had ever spent with one another… well ever.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about. All you need to do is focus on getting better.”

Y/N reached over Dean and grabbed the remote that had the nurse call button attached to it, and placed it in Dean’s reach before turning the volume up slightly on what looked like some old horror movie playing on the small screen, in hopes of attracting Dean’s attention to it, and away from her worrying. The last thing he needed was to get stuck in his head, and some of the thoughts she’d been struggling against lately would effectively stick him there.

Dean’s eyes trained for the TV for a moment, but it didn’t seem to capture his attention the way she’d hoped it would. Instead he just huffed a shallow breath and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

“Dean, what’s wrong? Is the pain back?” she questioned, quickly reaching for the call button that was on the remote.

Dean shook his head slightly and cleared his throat before looking back at her; she released the remote she was still holding, letting it fall back down onto the bed.

“Everything’s gonna change now,” he murmured after a while, finding his favorite spot to stare out of, which happened to be the only window available in the room.

Y/N nodded, knowing it would do no good to lie to him, because if Dean was nothing else the man was smart, and she was sure that he’d had plenty of time since he’d woken up to lay there and think about everything that happened to him, and what it might mean for him in the future; even if he hadn’t vocalized it yet with anyone.

“Change isn’t always a bad thing ya know. One door closes, another opens. Chuck’s no longer an issue. Hunting has gone back to old school, very little demons and big bads left out there. It might be time for a change. I’d say you’ve given more than your share of time Dean. Even if you can’t hunt anymore, I’m sure there are other things you can do. It’s not the end of all things.”

Dean ran his right hand down his face, as he stared off into the distance, a tired expression on his face.

“I don’t know how to be or do anything else,” he admitted. “Everything I wanted to do, even if it was something other than hunting, it’s just not gonna happen now. If you hear the doctors tell it I’m lucky to even be breathing, much less walk again.”

“Dean, it’s all still so fresh, it’s too soon to make those kinda calls. Just give it some time. They said when the swelling goes down, then you will most likely regain some feeling. They said it’s gonna take time. Give it time. Don’t rush it.”

Dean licked his lips, and his nostrils flared as his face turned red as he fought against his own emotions before he was able to shove it back down.

“I’m just someone’s burden now. I can’t even fucking sit up to feed myself. I would have been better off if—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Dean Winchester,” Y/N cut him sternly. “Don’t you dare think for one minute you would have been better…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, but instead looked away from him for a moment as she tried to collect herself. Him seeing her upset is not what he needed right then.

“You’re not a burden Dean,” she said after a moment, squeezing his hand in hers. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but trust me, things will get better. You’re right, they won't ever be what they were, but that doesn’t always mean it’s a bad thing. You’ve given up and lost so much, it’s past time that you let someone take care of you, and it’s a damn honor to do it as long as you will let me. There’s nothing else I’d rather be doing; nowhere else I’d rather be. That’s not a burden, I promise you.”

Dean said nothing, just kept his gaze anywhere but her as he played with the sheets that were laying across his stomach. He didn’t believe her, and Y/N knew it, but everything she said was the truth. She did count it as an honor to take care of him. That he trusted her enough to stay there with him in what was probably his most vulnerable state. Right now, Dean was thinking about none of that, all he could see was pain, and she understood that too, because anyone facing what he was facing, anyone as independent as Dean had always been anyway, would be able to see nothing but pain and loss. Change usually does hurt, but this was a little excessive.

Y/N reached and placed her free hand on his thigh, and Dean’s eyes widened, his head snapping over to look at her with shocked green eyes, and she narrowed her own as she looked back at him, trying to figure out what she had done wrong, instinctively removing her hand.

“No, no,” Dean said, grabbing her hand and placing it back down on his leg again, this time putting the force of his own hand behind it along with her own.

“What’s wron—”

“I can feel it,” he said, suddenly, the voice of someone who’d just had the wind knocked out of him, “I can feel your hand.”

Forever:

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goldenhawk-k · 9 months

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your tim survives the unknowing headcanons, hand em over 🖐🖐

omg i'm so glad you asked teehee

trigger warning for tim typical suicidal ideation

ok, before we start, to be clear, this is not a list of hcs where tim lived bc he became an avatar. if you want those ur gonna have to WAIT for my end!tim au. this is an au where he survived the unknowing as just a normal guy by pure miracle, ok? ok. awesome.

Tim was in a coma for about a week, and then was quickly put into a medically induced coma for another six because his body was so deeply fucked up. In total, he was out for about seven weeks.

Jon threw himself over Tim during The Unknowing in hopes of saving him. Ultimately, it saved his life (just barely, though. like, if the first responders arrived five minutes later, they wouldn't have been able to save him).

However, due to their positioning, Jon was only able to cover Tim's torso and head.

His legs got pretty much destroyed by the debris from the explosion.

After he wakes up, he's an ambulatory wheelchair user. When not in his wheelchair, he uses elbow crutches.

Anyways. back to when he first wakes up

When he first wakes up from his coma, he's confused. Obviously he's confused, he was asleep for seven weeks.

Once he realizes what happens, he's so fucking angry because he thought he finally got out of everything, he thought he was dead, his brother had been avenged, so what the fuck else is he here for?

He's incredibly suicidal when he first wakes up. It only worsens when the nurse tells him his mom visited him exactly once when he was asleep, within the first two weeks, and hasn't been back since.

(He tries to call her. That was the most contact they've had since Danny went missing, and he missed it.)

(She doesn't answer.)

(...the worst part is that Tim wasn't even expecting her to.)

He just kinda. Assumes that Jon's dead, but when Basira visits in the week he's being kept in the hospital, she tells him that Jon's 'technically' alive

"What do you mean technically" "...the nurses told me not to stress you out."

Tim DEMANDS to go visit Jon.

The nurses originally said no, but Tim started ripping out his IV, and they conceded.

He gets wheeled into the room they're keeping Jon in and every bit of anger towards him just vanishes.

He looks so small and fragile, and it reminds Tim of the friend he had in research.

He misses Jon so much.

Now this is the point where it could split into my "Tim is in Martin's place in s4 - Tim becomes a lonely avatar" au but this is not the post for that but know that is something that is in my head.

Tim takes to sitting by Jon's bedside at least three times a week, but it's usually more as he can't even get into the archive for the first month he's awake.

The reason he can't is that he's still going through physical therapy to work his elbow crutches. And you KNOW the magnus institute isn't fully accessible so he literally can't get down those stairs to the archive.

So. he sits with Jon most the time.

He has a civil relationship with melanie. she's going through her own slaughter shit. Basira and him get along well enough. But the main person he talks to is Jon's nearly lifeless body.

Jon hears ever bitch and complaint of Tim's life from the time he woke up.

If Tim cried in Jon's room, he'll never tell. Not like Jon would know either.

Things all go to hell after the flesh attacks the archive, which was one of the few days he's actually in the archives with his elbow crutches. he's nearly killed when basira leaves him

(i like basira btw but you know she'd leave people behind if it were to save either her or daisy. thats like. one of her character traits)

He sits by Jon more

And Tim never expects Jon to wake up, so when he comes in one day and Jon's sitting up, breathing, he turns around and leaves the hospital.

He comes back two days later and they talk.

And that's all my thoughts really. Bonus hc is that Tim has a sportier design of wheelchair with no handlebars or armrests and it's purple bc he needed something to lift him up.

Double bonus hc: tim has a few stickers on his crutches. he never buys them, but if he finds or just gets a sticker, that's where he puts them bc it makes him a little happier

#tw sui ideation #tim stoker #tma #the magnus archives #tim lives au #long post

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jpbradley · 1 month

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JP aten't ded [pancreatitis update]

So for those who don't know me; in 2022 I almost died of pancreatitis, it was a bad time. I was put in a coma and was saved by the hard work of the doctors, nurses and support staff of the NHS. I spent 4 1/2 months in hospital relearning how to walk and eat and over the past year have had a bunch of cool complications from that event.

We never really found out the cause and since then pancreatitis has continued to loom over me. Every time I eat and feel anything unexpected in my abdomen I am hypervigilant that my pancreatitis is returning and that I'll be hospitalised again.

Last week that fear became a reality. That also might end up being a good thing.

My experience of pancreatitis begins with back pain. I'm pushing 40 by this point and back pain is hardly uncommon for people my age, but this is constant, cannot be relieved by changing position and ultimately feels like a knife being driven into a tight knot in the back. This persists until it becomes impossible to sleep through the discomfort.

This is the symptom that woke me up last week. In the middle of the night I felt it combined with a stabbing pain in my abdomen, followed by vomiting; and remembered with terrible clarity the weeks of that pain I endured before my first admission. I woke my wife and, terrified, resolved to go to A&E.

At the hospital we went through the standard gamut of blood tests which confirmed that something was going on, and I sat in urgent treatment waiting for a bed to free up. The NHS is an institution under resourced by a government that seeks to destroy it and replace it with medical insurance that would force most working class people into debt so crushing they could never escape it.

As such the wait is long, and I spend a good chunk of it on the floor in a side room because every other position is worse. They don't have an answer for what I have yet (spoilers; it's pancreatitis) and so they can't prescribe pain relief. So I wait. My wife waits with me and I have to look up at her stricken face as she looks down at me powerless to do anything to help.

Being ill sucks and the toll it takes on the people who love you is terrible.

Eventually I have a CT scan (abdominal pelvis with contrast for you radiology fans out there) and a while later am moved into a cubicle where a doctor finally administers IV morphine. The feeling is fuzzy, the relief immediate. My abdomen still hurts a lot, the muscles strained from the vomiting, but the tension I had been unable to release from my body flows out of me and I fall asleep.

At one point I wake up and my wife is asleep in the chair beside me with her head laid by my side on the gurney. I feel grateful and guilty for putting her through this.

From there I eventually get moved to a surgical unit. It's here that we learn that after over a year of speculation we finally have a root cause for my pancreatitis; gall stones. Getting in early and not waiting until my condition for worse means we caught the gallbladder in the act. Motherf-

Sometimes the gallbladder produces stones and sometimes those stones interact with the pancreatic duct, causing the pancreas to decide the world is ending and move all of it's stocks into burning the gaff down. Their own gaff, where they fucking live. It is a dumb and anxious organ. I can relate.

The result was that a few days ago I had a very sexy cholecystectomy. As you can guess that's them taking the gallbladder out, in this case via keyhole surgery which has left me very tender but massively reduced my time to discharge from hospital. The doctor on ward rounds gave me the option of discharge the following day before he went away and spoke with his consultant who said; "Have you seen his history? Not a fucking chance, tell him he's staying" (I assume).

So is that it? Gallbladder gone and pancreatitis no more? Well- Maybe.

Pancreatitis isn't well understood. Gallstones are indicated and the most likely cause of pancreatitis in me. Other causes could be alcohol; which some doctors love to bring up as their pet theory, or cholesterol. Studies are ongoing into pancreatitis (my medical records are part of one of them) to understand the causes and also the varied survival rates among severe pancreatitis sufferers. So with that said there is a possibility it could return and despite everything I have to be constantly vigilant to make sure I am ready if it does.

Which brings us to the last thing I want to talk about, which is living with pancreatitis.

On the grand scale of things my living adjustment for pancreatitis is quite tolerable; I have to take synthetic pancreatin with every meal which allows my body to process things like fat and complex carbohydrates. I also no longer have a gall bladder, this means my body doesn't have a reserve of bile which is used to break down fat as it passes into the large intestine. As such for the next few weeks I need to be on a low fat diet and slowly introduce fats to build up a tolerance.

More difficult for me is the uncertainty around my body. I've never lived a particularly healthy life but before my illness I at least felt like I understood it. Where it hurt, what was wrong, how to know how to communicate that. These days my stomach gurgles and I find myself performing an itinerary of everything I've eaten to see if there's something in there that might cause me to suddenly collapse.

The uncertainty is draining but the vigilance I feel is worth it, and if there's one thing to take away from all of this it's; if you can please don't wait until it's unbearable to get help, please go early if you can and if it's nothing at least rule it out.

If you read all of this; thank you! I really appreciate it.

I just needed to get it out somewhere and because resources can be a little difficult to find/confusing about pancreatitis please feel free to ask if you have any questions and I will answer as best I can about my experience with the illness.

#pancreatitis #nhs #cw death #cw coma #cw medical #death #coma #medical #personal

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thatweirdoleigh · 10 months

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fic concept that I'm not sure ill ever write

part of the whumtober series I never wrote, one of the few that weren't SoC, Prompt: Coma

Taglist: feel free to ask to be added or removed

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Tony doesn't died at the end of endgame, his arc reactor turns of but Peter's super hearing picks up the weak pulse no one else can detect. Tony is rushed to a hospital/medbay (if its still standing), in the years following Stark tower is rebuilt and its decided that Tony will be announced dead so the press stop prying despite him being alive but in a coma. Harley comes to New York and him and Peter bond, they are brothers now, similar to Tony and Rhodes, (this relationship is based off an Ao3 fic/series called a motley crew by orphan_account. the last installment was in 2020 but i hold it with my little hands as my brains spins is around like a microwave)

Tony is stable and at home in the Stark Tower, Peter is practically his sole caretaker since everyone is grieving/has given up over the years.

Peter buries himself into tinkering and passes through a few toxic relationships, he becomes more and more like Tony every day. All the way down to the drinking and self isolating. Every one is worried about him. He is "retroactively" adopted. When tony was declared dead they found out Harley and Peter were written into his will. May died during the events of Infinity war/Endgame. It's decided peter will just stay with Pepper and she legally becomes his guardian.

One day Harley gets fed up and confronts Peter about his spiral. (No one told Harley Tony was still alive, He wants peter to stop being consumed by his grief and to live in a way that would make tony proud) Peter gets angry and defends his choices. they have a "falling out" (they've never argued like this and don't speak to each other for 2 weeks) somewhere in the midst of all of this Peter realizes no one told Harley and brings him down to see Tony

Harley is angry/happy/still grieving and notices Tony has more that just Saline in the IV. He asks peter what the other infusions are

Peter shyly explains that he didn't know what kind of pain he would be in (peter can't or wont say tony's name) so he was giving him a sedative/painkiller to numb anything that would be there.

Harley cusses him out to kingdom come and demands tony be taken off it.

"He's not in a fucking coma because of his injuries you fucking dumbass! His in a coma because you have him heavily fucking sedated!"

Tony is taken off the meds and, albeit slowly, starts to wake up

It takes lots of therapy (for everyone involved) but their found family (including the avengers (after many many many apologies)) heals and comes back together. Tony is weaker than before and his superhero days are behind him but he spends the rest of his life with his children. and they all lived happily ever after. the end

#marvel #irondad and spiderson #harley keener #peter parker #pepper potts #tony is a dad figure #whumptober #wip #wip stuff #idk man

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makeupbychio · 2 years

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angel // eddie munson x reader

This is my Eddie fix-it fic!! So let's pretend that nothing bad happened to him.

Summary: Eddie is fighting for his life after the demobats attack. Lucky for him, he found an angel.

Warnings: st vol.2 spoilers, angst, mentions of blood and injuries, hospital, state of coma and IV, fluff, mentions of smut(?), happy ending of course. Italics are memories.

Words: 3.9k.

A/N: This is how I'm coping with the sadness that the finale gave me, so I wrote this Eddie x gn!reader. If there is any mistake, let me know bc english is not my first language. Enjoy! xo

*credits to the gif's owner*

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Your new routine was exhausting. During the morning you have college classes, during the afternoon you have to work and during nights you go to the hospital to stay next to Eddie. And the next day, the same routine.

Except on the weekends, during mornings you go to work, during the afternoons you go to the hospital to visit Eddie and at nights you try to study or to keep doing your ‘normal’ life.

The last month and a half it’s been like this every single day since you all fighted Vecna. Eddie and Max are in the hospital due to their different injuries, so a lot of nights you run into some of your friends visiting them too, Max’s mom and Eddie’s uncle, Wayne Munson.

Wayne is having the same routine as you. Considering that, during weekdays he works at nights, you both agreed that you stay with Eddie at nights and he relieves you and stays with him during the day. And the opposite during weekends because he has the day shift on Saturdays and Sundays free.

“Don’t worry, I got him. You need to rest and duties too, kid” Wayne always tells you, wondering when was the last time you slept more than 2 hours or ate more than one meal during the day. He reassures you that if something happens, he will call you immediately.

You are tired, and surprised at how your body hasn't collapsed yet. The only moment during your day you take a break is when you visit Eddie. A break physically because your mind barely stops since all of the chaos you all went through, always worry about your boyfriend’s condition.

You already know the whole team that was taking such great care of Eddie. Despite their own issues, they always receive you with affection and let you stay as long as you want.

“Woah, I guess it is that time of the week” María, the doctor in charge, told you when she saw the new flowers you brought Eddie. Every week you bring him a bouquet to light up the room, that is full of other things the rest of the group brought him.

Will and Dustin are the ones who came by more often. Sometimes they set up a small D&D campaign to play next to Eddie’s bed, hoping their friend could be listening to them and making his own moves in the game.

Sadly, Eddie fell into a coma after he fought the bats in the Upside Down due to the poison these creatures had when they bite him. Also a lot of broken bones and wounds all over his body. You really hope he is listening to every word you have told him, you really want to see his pretty eyes. You really miss him, hearing his laugh and dirty jokes.

God, why did he do that back there against a huge amount of bats? You are angry at him but you well know the reason why.

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“EDDIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Dustin cried when Eddie cut the rope. “STEVE SAID TO STICK TO THE PLAN!”.

“EDDIE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!” you screamed. “Eddie, please” tears of desperation falling.

“I’m buying time” he said before he left his trailer. He was protecting you and Dustin, because the bats were going to infiltrate where you were.

“Goddammit!” you yelled when you put a chair to jump and go through the portal once again. You almost broke your nose at the abrupt landing. Quickly you helped Dustin to have a better landing than yours.

Once you went outside you saw your boyfriend fighting the bats. You and Dustin took the bikes and pedaled as fast as you can to reach Eddie. Suddenly, you watched how the pile of bats gathered to take down Eddie.

“Eddie!” you couldn’t feel your legs at this point, but the adrenaline kept you going.

You didn’t know how, but the next second all of the bats fell into the ground like if something or someone turned them off with an interrupter. You saw Eddie’s body laying on the ground and you felt like throwing up.

Once you reached him, you threw the bike and ran to him. You saw his legs broken and his face covered in blood and scratches. His clothes were ripped from the attack.

“No, no, no, no. Eddie” you said once you were at his level. Softly trying to lift his body.

“No, y/n. I need a second” Eddie groaned at the pain he felt all over his body.

“DUSTIN! HELP ME” you yelled at the boy. He ran and screamed for help while thinking of an idea that could work.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie smiled at you, tears falling down his face.

“No, no you didn’t” you answered him caressing his hair. “You are a hero, Eddie” you tried to give him your best smile even when you were losing your mind.

“I’m finally the hero” he proudly said looking at you.

“Finally? You have always been mine” you hold him tight, keeping him awake. “Eddie, stay with me. Dustin went for help” you begged him when his breath slowed down.

“Y/N! EDDIE!” you heard the rest of the group yelling as they approached you in an Upside Down’s car.

“I love you, y/n” Eddie looked at you. Lifting his hand to reach your hair and put it behind your ear. “I have loved you since the moment I met you that night outside the venue before my concert” even when he was in pain he gave you his biggest smile, not giving any sign of discomfort. “Take this as a promise” he said handing over to you his necklace with his appreciative plectrum.

“I love you, too” you smiled back at him, taking the necklace when Steve pulled you away and lifted Eddie’s body carefully but with a rush.

“Come on, man. We are almost there, Dustin already called an ambulance in our Hawkins” Steve told him once he put him down in the back seat of the car. He drove so fast back to Eddie’s trailer.

“CAREFUL, PLEASE!” you yelled at your friends that were going to receive Eddie in your reality. Eddie passed out in Steve’s arms when they went through the portal back in his real trailer due to the rough movement. You literally jumped through the portal and ran into Eddie to once again hold him tight.

You can hear the sirens closer, but you were afraid that he was already gone. “Eddie, hold on. The ambulance is here” you cried, tears falling in his ripped jacket. You saw the emergency lights outside his trailer and your vision went blurry when the paramedics got down to your level.

They took Eddie away from you to put him in a stretcher. You heard their voices if they were towns away. “He is still breathing but we are losing him” the paramedics talked to each other before they left the trailer. Robin held you when your face went pale.

“y/n?” your vision clouded as you passed out. The last thing you heard was Dustin’s cries.

– –

You visit Eddie, every single night/day. No matter the weather, if you have a headache or a tough exam. No matter what, you were there.

The nurses of the night shift lend you a more comfortable chair, a reclining chair to be exact. So you can have some sleep next to Eddie, instead of the harsh one that is in every other room. You feel like a burden sometimes to them but they gave up on sleeping during their shifts because it's always the busiest.

“Today he’s been really talkative,” María said when she entered the room. She checked on his vital signs and wrote down everything on his medical report.

“I bet he’s dreaming of him playing the coolest song he has ever heard, doctor” you said to her with a smile looking at his face that has a calm expression.

“Can’t wait to hear it” María said, always cheering him up. “I’m going to let you guys catch up. If you need me-”.

“I know, I call Claire” you already know what to do in any emergency. María left the room.

You sit down in the comfy chair, get close to Eddie’s bed to catch his hand. You kiss every knuckle, you always hold his hand when you talk to him. “Hi, my love. Someone told me you have been really reactive lately, that’s good, baby” you say. Every reaction from him is a progress to you and you have seen it in person, sometimes his muscle memory makes his limbs move, or his facial moves and little sounds depending on what he is dreaming.

Everyone has faith in him, you know there are days that are the hardest but you never project that fear when you are with Eddie. You wait till you go home to break down.

If it wasn’t for your friends, you will be lost. Sometimes, you don’t want to burden them and talk about how overwhelmed you feel because you feel selfish. You think “Eddie needs me, and he is the one that is real suffering”. But they always remind you that what you are going through is valid. All of you fought against Henry and are now coping with that trauma and consequences.

“Today the boys went to see me at work, they are making a surprise for you.. Also in the lab I studied a lot for I got an A” you said looking at your hands together, imagining what Eddie’s reaction would be. Always proud of you.

“Also, I was checking my calendar today to be organized for all of the exams, and I noticed that our anniversary it’s in two weeks. I hope our plan is still on” you let a tear slip when the memories hit you.

– –

“So if we save enough we can go to New York and rent a room for us, for a week.” Eddie was pacing around your room spilling out all of the plans that kept him awake last night. So excited, that if it was for him he would be already there with you.

You love his plan. You love that he shows so much passion when he really likes something. D&D, music, Hellfire Club, his band, you. In past relationships you heard a lot of ‘whatever’, that lack of interest is what you never wanted to experience again. And the universe got your back this time, because Eddie will never show you disinterest.

Eddie sat on the edge of your bed while he was writing down on a paper all of the ideas you gave him to do on your trip. “But baby, we need to be realistic that maybe we are not going to leave the room for three days straight, at least” Eddie teased you with a sinful smirk.

“Eddie! Come on!” you threw him a pillow. This boy, you can’t believe him sometimes. But, you don’t blame him because you were thinking the same thing. It’s just that he says it out loud. “Fewer words and more action!” you teased him back.

“Oh no, you didn’t” Eddie started to tickle your legs. “Take that back!” he said while getting closer to where you were laying down, to be on top of you. His hands next to your sides and he leaned down to kiss your neck.

“Your hair tickles, Eddie!” you laughed your ass off because his hair is all over your face and neck.

– –

You fell asleep on your chair, your hand always on Eddie’s, lights off so you can rest better. Claire, always came by to wake you up so you can go home to get ready for college really quickly.

She always knocks at 6 am. But today when she did it you looked at Eddie’s watch that is on the nightstand, it is 5 am. You yawned and stretched your arms before you stood up. “What’s wrong? It’s 5 am” you asked thinking that maybe something is wrong.

“Don’t worry, darling. Eddie has a lot of things to do today” she informed you. “So, today we are taking him away from you an hour early”. She knows how you crave that extra hour of sleep and to be next to Eddie. “So you lovebirds say goodbye” she prepared the room for the doctor that is coming to check on Eddie.

You gave Eddie a kiss on his forehead. “I love you, see you later, my love”, then turned your attention to the nurse standing on the other side of the bed “tell Wayne to call me if he needs me”.

– –

One week later

Today you barely stop in college, the only moment you take a break is to drink water in the hallways while you move to your next class, and hours later for lunch. You couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie, your legs bouncing so hard against the floor. The exam in front of you is long gone when you are zoned out.

Thankfully, in this class you don’t need a high grade to pass. With a C it’s enough. You can’t wait to be next to Eddie again, anxious to know anything that Claire can tell you.

At work you try to keep your mind busy since the customers are not entering the store. You work at a bookstore. Your mind is too tired to read a book, so you decided to order all of the bookshelves in every aisle.

The front door’s bell lets you know that someone is there. You get close to greet the customer since it’s an older woman. “Hi! I’m y/n. How can I help you?” you said, always finding enough energy to do your best at work.

“Oh darling, I need your help” the tiny lady told you. Her voice is so sweet. “It’s my granddaughter’s birthday this weekend and I’m looking for her present”.

After you told her not to worry because you will help her, you asked her if she can give you more info about the birthday girl and after a long search you both agreed that ‘Penny the detective porcupine’ is the best choice.

The old lady is paying you for the book, you are gift-wrapping it when you notice she is looking at you. “You don’t like the design?” pointing to the wrapping.

“It’s perfect! Sorry, I was looking at your beautiful necklace.” she said pointing at Eddie’s plectrum.

“Oh thank you! Yeah, it’s beautiful, right? It belongs to my favorite person, actually” you looked at the necklace with a wide smile.

“I recognize that smile, the same I have since I met my Tom. This person is really lucky” her words comfort you for some reason. She can’t thank you enough for your helpful attention before she left the store.

You spend the rest of the last hour of your shift holding your necklace and once again looking at the abyss. When you look at the clock in the wall you quickly close the store and finally drive your way to the hospital.

When you arrived, you didn’t find Claire behind her desk to greet you. There is another lady. “Hi, does Claire or María have her night off?” you asked the nurse you’ve never seen before.

“Hi, they are in an emergency on the 8th floor. Do you want to leave a message?” the lady asked softly. You didn’t want to be disrespectful but that is the floor where Eddie is.

You left the lady talking alone and started to run to take the elevator. “Shit! Come on” you said pressing the button multiple times as if it were going to make any difference. You thought about taking the stairs when the elevator arrived.

The calming elevator music did not work for your nerves. You stepped out in the tiny space enough for your body to jump into the hallway.

You started to feel dizzy when you spotted Claire running back to Eddie’s room, you followed her in what feels like an eternity, you started to move in slow motion. Afraid of what you are going to find behind the door.

You took the handle to open the door carefully. You freeze at what is happening in front of you. Those big lovely eyes staring at you, like if they were waiting for you his whole life.

“Eddie” suddenly your voice is barely audible. You pinched your arm like Eddie did the first time you kissed him. You are not a religious person, but you pray for this not to be a fucking joke.

“Hi, angel” he said with a raspy voice due to all of this time being quiet and the biggest smile as always. God, you missed that smile.

His body is in a sitting position, his hand with the IV tubes resting on his lap.

You were afraid for any of your next moves. Scared this is just a dream. “He’s been waiting for you since this sleepyhead woke up” Claire told you to reassure you that you can get close.

Your glossy eyes holding your happy tears when Eddie opened his arms to you.

“Oh my god, Eddie. Thank God” you said, hugging him delicately, worry about hurting him if you squeeze him a little bit too hard. He kissed your head that was in the way.

You broke the hug just to look at him closer. You placed your hands on his cheeks to take a look at the face you missed so much. He laughed at your surprised face. “I miss you, y/n” he said with a teary eye too.

“Me too, Eddie” you wiped his tears, your noses brushing together. “Can I kiss you?” you asked him.

“Please do it but I’m not responsible for my hospital breathing” he joked even when he just spent almost two months in a coma his humor still untouchable. You couldn’t care less for that. You gave him the long awaited kiss on his lips, then all over his face and his giggles filled the room.

“Don’t you ever think to do something like that again, Munson. Do you hear me?” you advertised him with a serious tone. You didn’t want to lecture him but he deep down knows that all of his loved ones are going to tell him the same thing.

“We’d been calling you for the past 15 minutes since he woke up” Claire told you. You excuse yourself because you were driving your way here. “He was impatient for the angel that saved him, he said”.

You looked back at Eddie confused about what she was talking about. “Yeah, I heard everything you told me. I felt your hand on mine every night you slept next to me, I know you came by EVERY single night and afternoons since I passed out. I heard your angelic voice, YOU saved me back there in the fight and during these months, too” he said holding your hands, his grown stubble tickling your knuckles when he kissed them.

You couldn’t hold it anymore. You broke in tears because all of this time he was still with you, he never left you alone.

Now he swept your tears out of your face. “I made a promise to you, remember?”. How could you forget? You looked at his necklace everyday, finding comfort on it.

“Oh yeah, sorry, you’re right…” you said taking off his necklace to give it back to him. He had to come back for it.

“No, no, no. It looks WAY BETTER on you” he winked at you, holding your chin up to have a better look of his precious chain around your neck

Even Claire laughed at the confidence he exudes. “So y/n wasn’t lying about you, Munson”. You told her about his bold personality and she didn’t believe you, until now. “You need to get better first, then you two will have all of the fun you missed” she warned him to not rush things because there is a lot of recovery ahead.

“Sorry, doc” he frowned but he just can’t wait to go home.

“I love you, Eddie” you calmed him down when you noticed his anxiety to leave that place.

“I love you too, princess” he responded.

After a couple of minutes, Wayne was hugging his nephew. He came as fast as he could when the good news caught him at his work, he had to ask for the rest of the night off.

– –

It’s been a day since Eddie woke up. María was talking to you and Wayne about how Eddie’s blood test results already show that he is clean from every poison it had before, so that’s why Eddie’s body was ready to wake up because it already healed the worst part without exhausting or affecting other organs.

During that conversation, the rest of your friends were taking turns to visit Eddie.

“Man, you need to come back. Dustin is getting way too comfortable in your throne” Mike snitched on his friend. Eddie thanked Dustin instead of being mad, for taking care of Hellfire Club.

“And Will got the dopest dice ever, Eddie!” Dustin and Will started to give him a summary of everything that happened in the club since. Except for the surprise they have for him.

You agreed with Wayne to have the exact same routine you both have been having lately, but less stressful now that Eddie is awake. But Eddie needs someone next to him the rest of the days in the hospital until they discharge him, and also all of the time of his recovery back in his trailer.

“What did I tell you about no heroes, Eddie?” Steve reproached him. Nancy joked about comparing Eddie with what he said once about Ozzy.

Once you came back to his room after your conversation with the doctor, Eddie called you among the big group. “y/n!” you get closer to his conversation with Robin now.

“Is it true what Robin said?” he grinned at you.

“It’s not fair, y/n! I didn’t know he heard all of what we told him during our visits” Robin said exalted. You raised your eyebrows at her so she can tell you what she told Eddie. “I was having a hopeless day thinking that he wouldn’t make it so maybe I told him that if he woke up, you’ll let him try something new in bed. I’m so sorry but I was desperate and I know how much he loves to have sex with you so I thought that he was going to wake up right after I said that and-”

Steve covered his face with his palms at what Robin did. It didn’t surprise him that she did it, it surprised him that she thought her idea was going to work.

“Robin!” you interrupted her. “How could you offer him that? Now he’s going to remind me of your idea every single night”. You sound offended because you didn’t want to discuss your privacy with your friends but you winked at Eddie, letting him know that you are down for that.

The doctor told your friends that they can visit him tomorrow but now he has to rest. Then she talked to Eddie about what’s next so he can leave the hospital bed as soon as possible. “But Eddie I’m going to need all of your effort and disposition, do I make myself clear, darling?” she asked him.

“Of course, doc. I have a date next week with this angel” he looked at you divinely and you gave him an ear-to-ear grin because he actually DID remember your anniversary plan.

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