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surplus-of-sarcasm · 11 months

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Numéro 23

Part 2

Guess what, ya girl finished a snippet on the plane!!

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TW: Violence, bone fracture, slightly depressed and pretty anxious hero, questionable agency, bone fracture, guns, attempted murders, restraint mentioned

The file was dropped onto their desk curtly, no words spoken, like every other assignment Hero got. Their newest target didn't have a name, no alias of some sort, and the picture of them had shown them fully masked in a sleek, black suit, no inch of skin showing; a faceless caricature. However, their kill count, in three digits, was important enough that any other details seemed inconsequential next to it.

Besides, Hero had been taught to treat their targets more like tasks than people.

So the crime-fighter trained till they were left dead on their feet, till their knuckles were all ripped skin and covered in bloodstains, till their exhausted muscles felt like they were on fire.

“Hero! Don’t you think you’re going a little overkill, boss?” Sidekick asked, folding their arms across their chest and leaning against the doorframe.

The young hero was the closest thing to a light in the agency’s pitch black darkness; the soul that gave life to a lifeless place, like a flame lighting the slowly dwindling, half-melted candle that was the older crime-fighter’s life.

“I. . .can’t, Sidekick,” the hero replied breathlessly, hauling their form up for yet another pull-up, having done so many that they’d lost count. “This new target is unlike all the others before the-”

“Yeah yeah, but when are you not being paranoid about one of your enemies?” the teenager replied, cutting them off.

“Their kill count is in three digits,” the crime-stopper retorted almost impatiently.

“Bloody hell,” Sidekick interjected, eyes going wide.

“Watch your language,” Hero chided, but a sly smirk danced across their face.

“Okay, I wasn’t expecting that, but what good will it do if you show up to fight this bloody - sorry - serial killer exhausted? Weren’t you the one who kept lecturing me on the importance of rest for maximum work efficiency?”

The hero may have been stubborn, but they realised their protegé was right. They couldn't risk showing up to fight someone like their mystery killer while tired, so they decided to make their way home.

Normally, a hot bath would easily clear their head. Sure, they could still feel the tension blissfully seep from their form, the warmth relaxing overworked muscles, but their mind remained a raging firestorm of anxiety. It frustrated them how they couldn't even enjoy something this simple, the one moment where they no longer had to think or be whatever the hell they needed to be at the moment. "At least I smell nice," they scoffed, wishing to get this over with much faster.

They let out a heavy sigh, leaving the tub and slipping into a bathrobe, trudging to the desk in their room to use the old, but still functional laptop. Ironically, being a hero barely payed for rent.

For someone so high and mighty, their little terrorist wasn't completely difficult to find. Or maybe the hero was really a 'natural with the keyboard', since it had taken them a bit of hacking to find their target. Who's to say?

Changing into their suit, Hero stared at their reflection with such intensity, that it would look to most people like an attempt to shatter it to a thousand shards by just looking at it. In reality, their own harsh gaze bore into the dark corners of their mind, wondering for the umpteenth time if they were enough. It didn't matter because they'd still have to do this anyway, whatever the cost.

"Target spotted," they whispered into their comm, standing on their knees for long enough that their muscles ached, waiting for their enemy deigned to show up.

"I will engage now."

The killer's movements resembled that of a panther, and the crime-fighter would have been lying if they'd denied finding it graceful. They were fast and agile, almost impossible to keep up with, not even giving them the chance to reach for the gun in their waistband. But the hero was no slouch either. They aimed a harsh kick to their enemy's shins, their body slamming into the asphalt with an audible thud. Still, the figure in black remained undeterred, kicking the crime-stopper on top of them in the ribs, sending them toppling down across the street, making their head throb and effectively destroying their flimsy communicator.

The hero swore, muttering something ironically much more profane than what they'd chastise their sidekick for, but they rolled away, out of the bastard's reach, quickly getting back on their feet. Their assailant was quick on their feet, chasing after them, but Hero was faster. They'd managed to slip behind an old building, trying to quiet their laboured breathing. They slowly reached for the gun in their waistband, removing the old magazine and replacing it with a new, loaded one.

They waited painstakingly for their target to reach the perfect spot.

Bang. They fired, aiming for the kill, three perfect shots.

Except the bastard was wearing bullet-proof armour, the bullets ricocheting off of them uselessly. They were certain that underneath their dark cowl, the criminal must have had an infuriatingly smug smirk on their face, but right then, they recieved an entirely self-satisfied tilt of the head to the side.

Their only option was to destroy a piece of the armour and shoot them there.

The fight between them continued being a draw, one striking, their opponent blocking, and neither causing any real damage. Until the killer had managed to back Hero into a corner, kicking them to the ground and twisting their leg into a horrid angle, the crime-fighter crying out in pain as a grotesque crack rang in their ears. Tears sprang in their eyes and with whatever little movement they could manage, they furiously ripped their nemesis's mask off.

It wasn't the face of a stranger, like they'd expected, nor was it the face of someone entirely close to them, not that there were many people, aside from their sidekick, who obviously wasn't the ruthless murderer before, instead, it was their quiet lab partner from college, Villain, the one that sat next to them every day, brought them coffee and the occasional dessert, and doodled silly cartoons in their notebook to keep them both sane during boring classes, the closest thing they had to a friend that had nothing to do with the agency.

Their mouth was left agape, their eyes wide, their whole world spinning, but Villain didn’t even blink. They fired, straight into the hero's chest, utterly remorseless, no readable expression on their stone hard face.

Hero woke up. Woke up? What the hell? But Villain had killed them, yet here they were, lying on a soft mattress underneath a wonderfully thick comforter, with their leg in a cast, bandages crisscrossed across their chest. The only thing ruining the strangely mellow coziness they felt (possibly painkilling drugs) was the fact that they were handcuffed to the nighstand.

The bullet had missed their heart. But surely an expert marksman like Villain wouldn't miss, right? This, for some strange reason, was intentional.

We like to believe that our expectations have a foundation in truth, that they are of considerable value, that they can have even the slightest effect on any future outcomes. Yet, that is a fool's dream, a fruitless effort to calm a racing mind in fear of the unknown. Just when you are at the peak of your certainty, when you fully believe your fate is sealed, a spontaneous twist, the slightest change sets you on a path you were never aware existed. Our choices, our words, our actions have meaning, yet they only hold the power of a few tidal waves in the vast unpredictable ocean that is our future because destiny is a weapon one can only hope to master.

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mango-pup · 7 months

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Went to the fracture clinic today, hoping I was going to get rid of the sling. That's not what happened. I get to keep the sling for another 4 weeks 😭.

I'm struggling with this idea. Like, is it the worst thing to happen ever? No. I will recover and it will be fine. But also, I wanna be doing stuff again. Even little baby stuff.

#dog #rottweiler #rottie #mango #tw: hospital #tw: bones #tw: fracture

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serickswrites · 1 year

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I Can Handle It

Warnings: escape, broken bones

Villain shoved Hero away, “I can handle it,” they hissed as they clutched their fractured wrist to their chest. Superhero had manhandled them far more than Hero and Villain’s body had paid the price.

“Let me just see how bad it is, I can’t have you passing out in the middle of our escape.” Hero rolled their eyes. “Can’t you see I’m trying to help you?”

“Just like you helped me when Superhero broke my wrist?” Villain spat and began to walk hurriedly towards what they assumed was the way out. “I don’t need your help, Hero. I just need to get out of here.”

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quentinxjames · 4 months

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Wind was rushing against his face, the one blow followed by another. His ears were ringing, his entire body shaking. It took him a while until he realised the ringing sound was due to his son screaming, having noticed his father's injury before he himself had. He made the mistake of moving his leg, a sharp pain shooting from his shin all the way to his waist. Oh, that wasn't good. He rolled himself over, the weight of the gas station sign that had fallen on top of him being lifted off of him. "Get him inside. Go." He told his sister, whom he saw hovering nearby. He let out a groan, his mind preparing himself to sit up and see what he was dealing with, but he physically couldn't move. He opened his eyes, black splotches painted all around him, that he knew was because of the pan that was now throbbing through his entire body. "Is it bad?" He asked the man that had come to help, not yet prepared to see the state of his leg, which was gruesome. His bone having snapped in half, penetrating his skin underneath his pants, which only showed large and vibrant stains of red. @hunterxrenner

#( convo. )#( convo. hunter renner )#tw injury #tw blood #tw leg fracture #tw bone #tw descriptive injury

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another-whump-sideblog · 2 years

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Jane’s Pets Pt. 29: Can’t Make an Omelet Without Breaking a Few Legs

TWs in the tags

Masterlist

Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”

You’re pretty sure your 24 hours are up. She’s started looking.

You manage to get quite a few people to let you hitchhike. It’s helpful to say an actual destination, that makes people less suspicious. It can be hard to convince them you don’t need to go to a hospital, but besides that you’ve made a lot of progress.

For now, you just need to move. You can take care of your wrist and everything else when Jane’s time is up. You’ll have the whole rest of your life to take care of yourself if you can just stay away from Jane for 24 more hours.

Right now, you’re trying not to fall asleep. You’re one hundred percent sure the person driving you would take you straight to the hospital if that happened, which is fair because you also know that if you fell asleep you probably wouldn’t wake up for a while.

You can sleep when the time is up. You’ve been awake for longer before.

Of course, you were being forced to stay awake before. And now, with nothing stopping you, and the gentle movement of the car, it’s hard to keep your eyes open.

You poke your broken wrist, in the hope that the pain will keep you awake. It was a bad idea. You yelp.

“What are you doing??”

“Just… my wrist hurts.”

“I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Don’t! It’s fine.”

“Surely whatever you have to do at the address you gave me isn’t as important as fixing your wrist.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s so important?”

“…no.”

“Jesus…”

The car is silent again. Your wrist throbs, but you’re still so tired…

Goddammit.

You wake up in a hospital bed. It’s a waste of time at best and a way for Jane to track you at worst.

A doctor notices you’re awake. “There you are. You were asleep for hours.”

No no no, you can’t have lost hours. She’s looking for you!

“How’d you manage to fracture and dislocate your wrist at the same time?” The doctor asks. You find that your wrist has been bandaged much more securely, and your other injuries have clean bandages.

“I don’t- I tripped. I have to go. Thanks for the bandages.” You get out of the bed and immediately fall over, luckily managing to catch yourself without breaking your other wrist.

“I think you should stay.”

“I have to go! She’s looking for me!” You pull yourself up.

“Who’s looking for you?” The doctor grimaces. “Is it the same person who gave you those scars?”

“Yes.” You don’t like the idea of them looking at your scars while you were asleep. You especially don’t like that there might be some medical record of you with those scars, which will make Jane’s search a lot easier.

Of course, it’s possible that Jane can’t access that stuff. But it’s safer to assume she can. She’s immortal and so powerful and she seemed pretty confident she could find you within 24 hours, which you would guess means she has some resources besides teleportation.

“Whoever it is can’t hurt you here. You clearly still need medical attention, you couldn’t get out of the bed without falling over.”

“I was just dizzy. You don’t know what she can do. She can absolutely hurt me here. I have to go.”

You push past the doctor, barely managing to keep you balance. But then…

“There you are.”

Your blood seems to turn to ice. No no no no-

Before you can even blink, there’s blood everywhere. Every doctor in the room has had their throat slit. You shriek.

“Hi, Bunny. Do you remember what I said would happen if you tried to escape again?”

This counted? Oh god, she’s going to break every bone in your body.

More doctors rush in. It’s a fucking massacre. None of them can even fight back. Once people have stopped coming in, she focuses back on you.

“Come here. Come here and kneel.”

You’ve done it before you can even consciously think about it. You’re having trouble processing your surroundings.

You feel a prick in your neck.

“You can sleep until we get home, since you’re so intent on being an inconvenience. You think you’re so clever. You’re responsible for a lot of deaths today.”

Darkness fills your vision, and you’re not sure if it’s the drugs or if you’re passing out from fear.

—

You wake up to someone adjusting chains around your wrists. Your first thoughts are of all the kind strangers you encountered over the past two days.

“Are you here to break me out?”

“What? No. Surely you’re not that stupid.”

Your collar is off. You’re in the same torture basement as always. Did your plan not work? Was it all for nothing?

Jane brings a crowbar down onto your leg. Not again. It hurts so much now and it’s going to hurt for so long. You scream until you can’t anymore, and Jane laughs.

“This time, Bunny, we’re doing both legs.”

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else! Now is as good a time as any to mention that in this universe, bones always heal correctly, and proper medical care just makes it faster. Also, Jane was lying about breaking every bone in his body, she’s just betting that he won’t be able to tell what bones aren’t broken if he’s in enough pain.

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @ghostsinthecloset

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potpourrifandoms · 1 year

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Here’s a quick drawing of Cadavre (the human skeleton) and Fracture (the cat skeleton) from Kris Straub’s Broodhollow comics and his Local 58 analogue horror series on YouTube.

Yesterday I got a brand new digital drawing tablet, and I’ve spent all day today trying to figure it out. This piece is the first thing I drew on it, and I think it turned out okay, especially since I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to digital art. I thought I’d post it here in case anybody else likes Cadavre and his cat as much as I do! :)

#broodhollow #local 58 #cadavre #cadavre and fracture #art #my art #digital art #fanart #I haven't the faintest clue about digital art #I am so much more comfortable with traditional art lmao #hopefully this tickles someone's fancy #I thought it was cute-ish anyway #skeleton tw #bones tw #have a lovely day y'all!

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carefullfearr · 1 year

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Feelin grumpy bc my finger hurts bc i had a category 5 bimbo moment and sliced the tip nearly clean off on Friday

#I’d never fractured a bone or gotten stitches before lmao #they diagnosed me with fracture but in the x Ray it looks like a chunk just broke off #tw medical

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weeweeboy · 2 years

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day one of goretober : x-ray w / akaza

#not the biggest fan of how this came out but w / e #haydoodles .#kny #akaza #goretober #goretober 2022 #broken bones tw #skull fracture #broken bones #reblogs appreciated #click for better quality .

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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if you were ever wondering what it’s like to be me, apparently I’ve been walking around on a fractured foot for the past 66 hours. so that’s a pretty good summary

#currently in urgent care about to get a splint #dw I’m like good and it’s fine and chill #i think it’s very funny #fractured my foot and just went eh I’ll walk this off #i did learn that bruises can be teal tho so shout out to my boy Fitz V #happy pride month everyone break ur bones <33 #quil's unholy underworld #tw broken bone #tw injury

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savebatsfromscratch · 2 years

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A very confident bird “stuck” in a very breakable bird cage

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42381021

Summary: China is trapped in a jail with a broken leg. But his friend is there to save him.

Note: (Oops I forgot to write this yesterday lol.) Dude, just read what I wrote in my ‘plot brainstorming’ section: “This prompt paints an incredibly clear image of China with a broken leg or arm sitting on the floor in a cell with the hugest shit eating smirk on his face. I love it a lot.”

Cws and Tws: Broken leg, being jailed

Words: 586 (GOSH that is way too short sorry.)

Prompt: CAN’T MAKE AN OMELET WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS | Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”

Fic (under the cut):

China watched as a shape slowly climbed into the room. They had broken the bars off the cell window and were now awkwardly trying to force their way through the frame. “You alright there?” he called, shifting in his bonds and laughing weakly, “Are you hurt?”

The person shook their head, sliding the rest of the way through the window and rolling over a couple of broken bars that lay there. China tilted his head to the side. “Not okay? Or not hurt?”

The person stepped out of the shadows, and China was not at all surprised to see the familiar blond hair and blue eyes of America. The newcomer rolled his eyes, and China could see that one of the lenses of his glasses was cracked. “I’m fine,” he scanned the room, an uneasy look in his eyes, “But you don’t look like you are.”

“Eh,” China shrugged, looking down at his leg (where the bones stuck painfully in all the wrong places), “I could be better.”

America shook some dust out of his hair, walking forward casually. (And altogether like he hadn’t just broken into a building where his friend was being held captive.) “Exactly,” he said, his voice painfully loud against the echo of the room, “So let’s get you out of here.”

“So you’re here to break me out?” China somewhat jokingly asked, shifting his weight slightly as he watched America.

America rolled his eyes again. “Of course I am dude! Who do you think I am?” He guffawed, grabbing China’s hand and yanking him to his feet. (It hurt. So bad.)

But China didn’t mention the pain, only picking up his broken leg and leaning onto America’s shoulder. “Wow, thanks,” he said, sarcastically, “I really like how you stood me up on my injured leg when you picked me up.”

America laughed apologetically. “You want me to pick you up?” He asked, and though it was partially a joke, China could hear the seriousness in his voice too. (He always forgot how strong his friend was.)

China didn’t respond for a moment, truly thinking about the offer. His leg was badly damaged, and because of that he probably didn’t have the ability to walk. But did he really want America to pick him up? For one thing, that would be embarrassing, and for another, how would he know that the other nation wouldn’t just throw him out the window or leave him in the dust if they were to get into a situation?

He didn’t know, and that was scary. (But then again, he was used to it. They were immortal beings, and their alliances and friendships changed every ten years. He had grown used to it, over the thousands of years of dealing with the exact same thing.)

China nodded. “Yeah,” he sighed, his voice shaking slightly, “You can pick me up.”

America grinned. “Of course!” he said, diving down and swiping China’s legs out from under him as he picked him up, “I would love to!”

China lay there for a moment, shocked at the speed at which America had put him into the bridal carry. (Did he have practice with it?? No way. There was no way that this guy got dates.) But once he was done being surprised, they were still just standing there.

“America,” China asked, sighing and slapping a hand to his face, “Did you put any thought into how we’re getting out of this situation?”

America laughed, and then shook his head no. “Nope!”

End of fic notes: I thought I had time to finish today's whumptober as well as post yesterday's (this one) but then I remembered that I have volunteering for church AND pep band to do so I guess not. You'll get today's tomorrow instead I'm sorry.

#whumptober2022 #Prompt: CAN’T MAKE AN OMELET WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS | Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”#fanfiction #imprisonment #broken leg #broken bone #injury #tw: injury #short fic #hws china #hws #hws america #hetalia #my art #my writing #actual post

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soulsanctuary · 14 days

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#tw #one of the most difficult things about getting over physical abuse and trauma is the long term health implications #like. sometimes i wasnt allowed or couldn’t access healthcare so broken or fractured bones never healed right #and now i will forever have to deal with and ache in my ribs and a slight limp #worse on some days than others #even though i know with time and effort and healing i can come close #i still want to cry bc they broke me and it’s not fair #its not fair that i have to live with the constant reminder of what was done to me. as if scars aren’t enough #but it is what it is #sometimes i push my body too hard just to prove it’s mine and that i still can #i need to go easier on myself. my body is me and mine and the fact I’m alive and functioning is a blessing #personal

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quentinxjames · 4 months

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He had woken up about ten minutes ago. Or wasn't it as long as that? He remembered telling Bridget what she had to do to splint his leg, a sharp sting of pain before passing out -- that was definitely a first, and he had been injured before with his back, but perhaps actively seeing his bone sticking out dropped his pain threshold. In order to ignore the pain, he focused on his son, asleep against his side. He didn't dare to move his arm, not wanting to wake him up. Then, he saw the blonde who had taken care of Luke when they had been occupied with his leg. He couldn't remember if he had thanked her, but seeing as his body had been in a state of shock, he assumed he hadn't. "Hey." He said, waiting to catch her eye. "Thank you, for looking after my boy." Quentin continued, ignoring the fact he most likely looked like all the colour had drained from his face. "I hope he behaved?" @bee-bowen

#( convo. )#( convo. bee bowen )#( east haven storm event. )#tw injury #tw bone #tw leg fracture

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hoshiyoshis · 7 months

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ive never hated a doctor quicker than i have now.

#daisy.txt #im gonna rant in the tags and >> has to do w it so i'll just tag it with a tw so anyone doesnt get exposed to this kind of shit #fatphobia tw #mr bone doctor guy... can you please talk to my father abt the fractured bone and treatment for that #instead of going off on a VERY LONG speech abt how hes fat and needs to lose weight or he'll die #like. you can talk abt how he needs to lose weight without harping on it endlessly.#was it relevant? yes but not to the extent of 'i'm going to rant about this for several minutes before i even talk to you about the actual #injury that you're here to see me about. btw sugar is the devil and poison dont put it in ur body ever'#like. my guy. i know ppl with eating disorders. ive seen ppl say this kind of talk directly contributed to the way they felt abt food #like. say what u fucking mean. EXCESSIVE amounts is bad. not all sugar is automatically bad.#like. yes i know he has a point! my dad and i both agree he has a point! but i heavily disagree on how that message was put across #he has a fractured bone in his upper arm. this doesnt mean 'rant for several minutes abt how all sugar is poison.' and then be wishy-washy #as hell with the actual reality of shit. we went from 'yeah we'll need a CT scan ur gonna need surgery'#to him bringing a coworker in who said 'are you sure that (bone fracture he said) is what it is? it looks like (diferent thing) to me'#and him agreeing like oh yeah thats it #(nothing against getting a second opinion btw like im glad he did!!! but the man didnt say 'you might need surgery' he said 'you will')#(and i think he could have held back on the definite until he KNEW)#and then he went from 'its 50-50 surgery or let it heal let me talk to my colleagues in [city]' to #'ok theyre not gonna do surgery they think it can just heal naturally and i agree w them'#like. my guy! im glad u got a second opinion but can u literally not come in guns blazing with 'UR DEF GONNA NEED SURGERY' if ur not a hund #on whether or not he'll need surgery??? cite it as an option bc the moment he walked out of the room my dad and i looked at each other like #'well... fuck.' because we thought he'd have to have surgery!!!#these tags are getting long but holy fuck i do not like this guy. something abt all of it together just pissed me tf off

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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 1 month

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Hello, this is 🦈 anon ◉⁠‿⁠◉. Um.. if you still open request, please can i have TF 141 together x F! Reader who has high (possibly extreme) pain tolerance that whenever reader's injured, she almost doesn't react or show she's in pain. When TF 141 found this new information, they couldn't be not worried because what do you mean you don't feel anything while bleeding heavily, sweetheart?

TLDR: "Ayo yer bleeding?!", "Uh, um..yeah, should I scream?"

hello 🦈 anon!!! nice to see you again :D ty for the request!! I hope u would like this one since I think it was sweet :) have a nice day/night!

word count: 2.3k

ship: TF141*F!Reader

tw: pet names (love etc.)

The first time they found out was on a mission.

The explosion made you fly and hit hard on the wall, you could hear Soap yelling at you.

“Yer okay, lassie?!” You brushed away the dust, Soap running over and checking on you, blue eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, alright.” Standing up from the wreckage, you simply responded to him. Though Soap doubted if you were truly fine under that big impact, but your face didn’t express thoughts other than focusing on the mission, so he just nodded and signaled to keep going.

The rest of the mission succeeded without any incidents. Price, Ghost, and Gaz are already waiting at the exfil place. Through the smoke and deafening sound of the helo, they saw you and Soap walking towards them.

“Y’all okay?” Hadn’t gotten close to the helicopter, Gaz already run towards you two, relief was obvious on his face when he didn’t see any injuries by a quick scan, but then Ghost came over too.

“Wait, your shoulder.” He pointed at your shoulder, leading everyone’s gaze to land on it, including yourself.

“oh... looks like it’s dislocated.” You evaluated.

“What do you mean ‘oh’?! don’t you feel any pain?!” Soap yelled at your words. His hands try to inspect your shoulder, but afraid to trigger the pain.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal, just...”

You put your hand on the shoulder, and with a loud CRACK, which made Gaz jump and Soap gaped, even Ghost’s eyes widened at your sudden motion.

“I think it’s fixed now.” You looked around at your teammates, confusion clouded your mind “Ummm... is there any problem?”

“You...” Ghost stuttered, but he regained his composure fast. “doesn’t that hurt?”

“Well, I don’t know what you mean, LT.” You shrugged, “But actually, I feel a little bit dizzy...”

Just at the moment you finished your sentence, the dizziness became more severe, and your vision started growing blurry...

“Oi! Call the medic!” Catching your slumped body, Ghost yelled at the sergeants, but the last thing you hear is Soap reassuring you and Gaz calling for help.

So quiet... Where am I?

You thought as you slowly opened your eyes, what came in your eyes first was the stainless white ceiling, and a low voice coming from aside.

“you awake, sergeant?”

Turning your head, your eyes met with the man’s ocean-like ones, who sitting on the chair beside and holding some papers.

“Captain.” The whisper slipped out when you recognized him

“I guess you don’t know you were seriously injured, love.”

“What happened?”

“The explosion.” Price leaned closer to the bed now “The impact caused your bone fractured and slowly internal bleeding. We have no idea how you were able to walk to the exfil and looked like nothing happened.”

“I didn’t feel any pain, so I assumed I was okay.” you avoided his attention when Price raised his eyebrows. You knew he was worried and it kind of made you guilty.

“since I was young I rarely feel pain, so...” staring at the catheter of your IV drip, you mumbled quietly.

Price didn’t reply, he just stared at the paper written with your injuries and health state.

The room fell into silence for a while, before you open your mouth again.

“Sorry, Captain...” You murmured, still don’t dare to look at him.

The man let out a long sigh, you snapped your head up when you felt your hands were covered by Price’s.

It’s warm, soothing, calming down your still hazy but full of thoughts mind.

“You should be sorry, dear.” He rubbed your hand in a repeated rhythm. “You make us worried. Me, and the boys...” he pointed his chin at the bedside desk, and you finally notice the flowers and your favorite snacks are placed on it.

“We’ll keep an eye on you every time the mission is complete, since you can’t feel pain, this is not a request, it’ s a command, got it, soldier?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The composed grin eventually appeared on his face, and you smiled too when he ruffled your hair.

“Sleepy?” His comforting voice rings against your ears when you let out a big yawn.

“mmhmm.”

“Then sleep, Gaz will be here when you wake up.”

Price watched your eyelids struggle to stay open but failed, little snores leaving you when you fell drifted into dreams again.

What you didn’t know is he brushed off the hair on your face and placed a tender kiss on your serene face.

Weeks after, to your happiness, you could go back to your own quarter and start hitting the training room for some simple practice.

Except there was someone who insisted on following you every time when you went to the training room, even if you tried to sneak into the room, he was always there as if he knew your plan.

“Soap.” You sighed at the man sitting on the bench spotting you.

“Aye, lassie?”

“I’m okay, really.”

“I don’t trust ye anymore. I should check it mahself.”

You understood why he was acting like this. Price told you Soap had been blaming himself for not finding that you were injured in that mission until your body gave up due to blood loss.

“I’m just doing some easy weightlifting now, I won’t pass out just because of this okay?”

You concentrated on his figure as he strode to your side. You chuckled when he still looked at you with doubtful eyes.

“How ‘bout you spar with me? Go easy on me though, the doctor said I still haven’t recovered fully.”

“You sure yer okay?”

“You’re like my mother now, Soapy.”

“Aye, 'cause we got a naughty kid in our team.” He laughed. “If I think you should stop, then ye stop, aye?”

“Yes, mama.”

You both burst into laughter and stepped on the training mat. Soap really went easy with his attack, unlike the usual training with the tension as if you two were about to devour each other.

“Oh!” When Soap swung out a punch, you abruptly lowered your body, and with a swipe of your leg, Soap fell onto the mat, followed by you sitting on him and securing his hands.

“Checkmate...? Soap.” You smirk at the man lying under you.

“Won’t complain if I was lost to you, but.” he huffed out a laugh, but your world spun the next second, and you met your gaze with the man now on top of you, his eyes glinting with mischievous.

“It’s a tie now, bonnie.” He flashed out a dazzling smile at you.

“Okay okay, it’s a tie now.”

A lazy grin spread along your lips when you poke at his chest.

“How about we go get some lunch together, handsome?

“Aye, ma'am.”

“The bones and the wound have healed very well, can say you are the most well-behaved patient in your team.”

The doctor smiled at you, and you turned to shoot a glimpse at Gaz, only to find his face written with embarrassment.

“What did he do last time you treat him, doctor?”

“oh, I forbid him to go training, but he still went and tore his knuckles, so he came back and stitched them again, making me call Captain Price to scold him.”

“Sorry, he’s a dumbass.”

“All of you guys are stubborn, sometimes I really want to tie you to the bed.” The doctor grinned “Well, since you’re fully recovered, you can go back to train and go on missions. Remember to be careful next time, don’t come back too soon, okay?”

“I will, Thank you, doc.”

Returning the smile, you and Gaz stepped out of the infirmary.

“I can’t wait to have you back next mission, need ya to bear Soap’s nonsense and Lt.’s bad jokes with me.” Walking beside you, Gaz sounded excited, and it’s hard not to be affected by his warmth.

“Need a helper to deal with those troublemakers?”

“That’s one reason.” He chuckled “Actually...”

“We all missed you.”

You halted to a stop when his words flowed into your ears with a bit of sadness.

Now face to face with him, you were able to see the concern on his face.

“You didn’t know when you just passed out without any warning, I felt like my heart almost shattered.”

It was close to midnight, so no one was nearby, and his words were gentle yet distinct, echoing softly in your mind.

“Not just, me, Ghost, Soap, Captain... we all are scared, you know?”

“We thought we lost you.”

You opened your mouth, mind still processing, managing to find a word, but nothing came out except an apology.

“Sorry, Kyle...”

The dusk light showered you two in an awkward peace, but it didn’t affect the sentiment Gaz conveyed to you.

“Just be careful, okay? You should tell us that you can barely feel pain, so we can help you check out, alright?”

“Okay.”

Giving your hands a little squeeze, Gaz accompanied you back to your quarter.

“We’re more than a team, more than family, we’ll always watch your back, just like you always do.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Tilting your head, your lips curled mildly. “Goodnight, Gaz.”

The honey-like smile inched towards you until you felt his soft lips pressed a kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight, lovie.”

Your first mission after months ended smoothly. You were glad that you didn’t become rusty after the long rest, seemed like the practice and training with Soap and Gaz were worth it.

Soap and Gaz were chatting loudly, while Price sat in front and was checking details regarding the mission. You listened to the boys bantering, sometimes quipped back when their target turned to you, but you could feel someone observing you, and you tried to ignore the chill sending through your spine.

Because you knew it was Ghost, sitting just across you and scanning you like a robot.

You silently wished to arrive at the base faster, so you could ask him what was wrong or if you had done something incorrectly.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, you let out a sigh of relief when you jump off the helo. Got rid of the gear and placing them back in their place, you straightly head back to your quarter, craving some hot shower to wash off the soreness and dirt.

On your way back to the quarter, you could hear footsteps following you, almost imperceptibly, but you noticed and immediately went to a stop.

“LT.?”

Your LT. loomed just right behind you, seeming not surprised that you were aware of him, or maybe that was just what he was planning.

He hummed at your recognition but didn’t stop his steps, until he was side by side with you.

“I’m just about to ask you, did I do something wrong? You kept staring at me when we were heading back.”

“You did it pretty well.”

“Then why did you...?”

“You’ll know when you get into your room.”

He placed his right hand on the small of your back, ushering you to your room, and you just obliged, letting him lead you.

Closing the door behind you and Ghost, you turned around to face the man now with his balaclava on.

“So what’s the issue?”

“Clothes, off.” The command came out from him unexpectedly.

“What—“

“I said clothes, off.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, what the fuck does he want? you thought while kicking off your cargo pants and tossing your shirt on the chair, leaving only the sports bra and underwear with you.

“What now?”

Ghost didn’t form a word as his eyes traveled from your head, slowly through every inch of your body, under his meticulous search, you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“turn around.” You did as he told, and now you were unable to see him, anxiety crawling to your mind until he finally stood up.

His calloused hands touched your shoulder, circling you to face him.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing now?” You asked when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Checking.”

“If I’m injured?”

“yeah.”

“Oh god” You poke his pec with a frown “you all are overreacting. I’m okay, really. Don’t you guys trust me?”

“We trust your ability, but not your ability to tolerate pain.”

“I’m fi��“

“We can’t lose you.”

Your eyes widened at his words. Ghost was looking into your eyes. He might be good at concealing his emotions, but they said, a person’s eyes can’t lie.

and all you see is sorrow, love, consideration.

All the retorts were swallowed back when his eyes conveyed how important you were to him — to them. You studied the man towering over you, tracing his scars and wrinkles in your mind.

“Thank you, Ghost.” You pulled him into a hug, which he didn’t back off, instead melting in your arms, head burying in the crook of your neck. “I will be careful, okay? I will tell you if I got hit and not sure if I was injured.”

He nodded while staying in your embrace, and you just patted his head.

“Now, I need to shower” Pulling back, a smile bloomed on your face “See you tomorrow, LT.”

“Don’t oversleep again, sergeant.” He scoffed, but petted you before letting you go to shower.

When you came out, with relaxed muscles and fresh clothes, you jumped onto your bed, but something on your desk caught your attention.

Picking it up, you shook your head in disbelief.

“Fuck you, Ghost, I already brushed my teeth.”

grumbling to yourself, you still opened the snack—your favorite one— and gave it a huge bite, while snickering at the paper placed under the snack.

‘Goodnight, luv. (remember to brush your bloody teeth again.)’ — Ghost

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