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one-time-i-dreamt · a month ago
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I was shot in the shoulder with one of those RIP bullets and felt my arm start to detach with really intense pain. I think I was shot by Kenny Ackerman or something. I swear I felt my arm detaching from the bullet and then I woke up in cold swear.
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a-reader-and-a-writer · 23 days ago
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You Almost Died and You’re Making Jokes? (Poe Dameron Drabble)
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Fandom: Star Wars, Poe Dameron, gn!Reader
Word Count: 678
TW: Injuries Mentioned, Hospital, Pain, Angst, Love Confession
Notes: Thanks to @yespolkadotkitty for requesting "You almost died and you're making jokes?" with Poe 💖
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As the medical droid finished patching you up and left, you cautiously looked up at your commander who was stewing in the corner of the room. Ever since he had dragged your half-conscious body into the med bay, Poe had been silently staring out the window, not even glancing in your direction as the droids worked on your injuries.
Hoping to break the tension, you said, “Just my luck to face the one Stormtrooper who can hit his target.” You chuckled, but it almost immediately turned into a wince as a fresh wave of pain shot up your side.
Poe finally turned to you, his dark eyes blazing with some unidentifiable emotion. “You almost died and you’re making jokes? What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you realize if I hadn’t been there to pull your ass out, you’d be dead right now?”
“Hey, calm down, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little,” you mumbled as you dropped your gaze.
“No, I have every right not to be calm! You explicitly went against my orders and remained behind when I called for a retreat. What the hell were you thinking? I could ground you for this and take your ship.”
“Poe, come on! You can’t do that!” You immediately shrank under the force of his steely glare. “I mean, Commander Dameron, I was only doing what I thought you would do in that situation. I had an opening and I took it. There wasn’t time to ask for permission or to get your approval and we needed those plans in order to stop the next attack. And I got them, didn’t I?”
“Those plans were not worth your life,” Poe growled.
“But how many people did I save with that information? It was worth the risk,” you countered.
“Not when that risk is you!” Poe’s exclamation hung in the air, filling up the small room until you struggled to catch your breath.
Softly, you asked, “Why am I so important?”
“Because…. Because I can’t lose you, alright? You mean too much to me.” Poe slowly drifted over and sat on the edge of your bed. Taking your hand in his, he said, “When I saw you laying there and I couldn’t tell if you were still breathing or not, my heart stopped. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that scared in my entire life. And even once I got you back to the ship, I was so terrified you wouldn’t be able to hang on until we could get you help. And I…. I realized you are more to me than my best pilot. You’re someone who has been by my side for as long as I can remember, and I can’t handle the thought of you not being by my side in the future.  What I mean is… I want to let you know….. What I realized was…. Why is this so kriffing hard?” He exclaimed as he ran his free hand over the back of his neck.
You smiled and squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, Poe. I love you too.”
His face went blank for a moment as he asked, “You do?”
“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I have for a long time. I just didn’t figure you felt the same way.”
There was a beat of silence before a massive grin spread across his face. “Wow. Well, yeah, I love you too.” And then he kissed you.
The kiss was everything you had dreamed of and more….. however, as he started to pull you in closer to him, a fresh shot of pain surged through you. You tried to stifle your moan and ignore it, but Poe noticed immediately.
Letting go, he stumbled back, embarrassed. “Oh, hey! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I just got caught up in the moment.”
“No, I’m fine,” you assured him. “Besides, that kiss was worth it.”
He grinned again. “Yeah, well, just wait ‘til you get out of here. Then I’ll really show you how I feel about you.”
“Whatever you say, Commander.”
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You Almost Died and You’re Making Jokes? (Poe Dameron Drabble)
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Fandom: Star Wars, Poe Dameron, gn!Reader
Word Count: 678
TW: Injuries Mentioned, Hospital, Pain, Angst, Love Confession
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As the medical droid finished patching you up and left, you cautiously looked up at your commander who was stewing in the corner of the room. Ever since he had dragged your half-conscious body into the med bay, Poe had been silently staring out the window, not even glancing in your direction as the droids worked on your injuries.
Hoping to break the tension, you said, “Just my luck to face the one Stormtrooper who can hit his target.” You chuckled, but it almost immediately turned into a wince as a fresh wave of pain shot up your side.
Poe finally turned to you, his dark eyes blazing with some unidentifiable emotion. “You almost died and you’re making jokes? What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you realize if I hadn’t been there to pull your ass out, you’d be dead right now?”
“Hey, calm down, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little,” you mumbled as you dropped your gaze.
“No, I have every right not to be calm! You explicitly went against my orders and remained behind when I called for a retreat. What the hell were you thinking? I could ground you for this and take your ship.”
“Poe, come on! You can’t do that!” You immediately shrank under the force of his steely glare. “I mean, Commander Dameron, I was only doing what I thought you would do in that situation. I had an opening and I took it. There wasn’t time to ask for permission or to get your approval and we needed those plans in order to stop the next attack. And I got them, didn’t I?”
“Those plans were not worth your life,” Poe growled.
“But how many people did I save with that information? It was worth the risk,” you countered.
“Not when that risk is you!” Poe’s exclamation hung in the air, filling up the small room until you struggled to catch your breath.
Softly, you asked, “Why am I so important?”
“Because…. Because I can’t lose you, alright? You mean too much to me.” Poe slowly drifted over and sat on the edge of your bed. Taking your hand in his, he said, “When I saw you laying there and I couldn’t tell if you were still breathing or not, my heart stopped. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that scared in my entire life. And even once I got you back to the ship, I was so terrified you wouldn’t be able to hang on until we could get you help. And I…. I realized you are more to me than my best pilot. You’re someone who has been by my side for as long as I can remember, and I can’t handle the thought of you not being by my side in the future.  What I mean is… I want to let you know….. What I realized was…. Why is this so kriffing hard?” He exclaimed as he ran his free hand over the back of his neck.
You smiled and squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, Poe. I love you too.”
His face went blank for a moment as he asked, “You do?”
“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I have for a long time. I just didn’t figure you felt the same way.”
There was a beat of silence before a massive grin spread across his face. “Wow. Well, yeah, I love you too.” And then he kissed you.
The kiss was everything you had dreamed of and more….. however, as he started to pull you in closer to him, a fresh shot of pain surged through you. You tried to stifle your moan and ignore it, but Poe noticed immediately.
Letting go, he stumbled back, embarrassed. “Oh, hey! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I just got caught up in the moment.”
“No, I’m fine,” you assured him. “Besides, that kiss was worth it.”
He grinned again. “Yeah, well, just wait ‘til you get out of here. Then I’ll really show you how I feel about you.”
“Whatever you say, Commander.”
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dysphoric-culture-is · 14 days ago
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Dysphoric culture is wanting a flat chest but not being able to wear a binder because your back is messed up already and hurts like hell :(
Dysphoric culture is!
Also, mod knows of someone with scoliosis who had a similar problem- they were able to use trans tape with minimal pain. So maybe try that, or wear normal compression undershirts or baggy clothes is you don’t already. Hopefully you can figure something out anon :)
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kalissimsblog · 5 months ago
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Crimson: Fuck... She was definitively here. I hope she’s still -
???: Don’t fucking move!
Crimson: No fucking way... Listen, it's been indeed a shitty day, sooo - you better don’t piss me off and I'm gonna let you live.
???: Shut up! I think you forget who is holding the gun here!
Crimson: Hey! I’m not kidding. Why don’t you tell me where she is? The pink haired little lady.
???: That monster! I knew you’re in this together, you fucking bloodsuckers are worse than zombies! You are - You’re fucking dead!
Crimson: C’mon! I'm losing patience and wasting -
Bang!!!
Crimson: - My time...
You gotta be kidding me - damn it! I fucking told you very clearly! DON’T! PISS! ME! OFF!!!
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drdoomentia · 9 months ago
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This is a quick little au I had in the drafts, tell me if you want more of it. It was supposed to be like a strong woman x Wanda thing but now idk, toodles!
The first time you woke up, the bed next to you was empty, still warm from where your wife had slept previously. Rolling on to her side, you hear the shower turn on as you soak up whatever heat is left on the bed and her scent, coaxing you back into a light sleep.
About thirty minutes later, you wake up to see Wanda comparing outfits in the mirror. Sitting up a bit, you can’t help but admire her for all that she is. You loved her confidence. You loved the way she was comfortable in her curves. After the twins it took her a little bit to love her body again but you couldn’t help but love her more. Her tummy was a little softer, her hips were more plush, her face was a little rounder, but you couldn’t help yourself, she always was and always will be gorgeous to you.
Quietly rolling out of bed you make your way to snake yourself around her and bury your face in your neck.
“Good morning,” you mumble, pressing light kisses into her neck.
You felt her relax a bit into your embrace, turning her head a bit to you as you rubbed circles over her hips.
“Good morning to you too, I thought you wouldn’t wake up with how late you slept,” you could see her grin in the mirror.
“I almost didn’t, but I remembered I have two goblins and a hot wife to care for, plus I can’t skip arms today,” you chuckle, taking her clothes from her and setting them on the bed so you can grab her hands.
“You sure? Because I’ve got a good reason for you to stay home?”
“Oh? And what is that?” You twirl her around to face you and pull her in by her waist.
“Billy and Tommy got on the bus about an hour ago and I don’t have to be at the compound for another three hours,” she walked her fingers up your arm and cupped your cheek, you leant in to kiss her palm.
“Well then I guess I can push it back a few hours, just for you.”
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izzyfandoms · 8 months ago
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A Sleep So Sweet - Prologue
When Emile discovered he was the soulmate of the prince of a magical species known as Beings, he did not know how to react. Beings were terrifying, powerful creatures, who often did not care for humanity, and, in their first meeting, his soulmate, the sleep prince, seemed to be no different.  
Will Emile fall in love with his soulmate, or are they simply not meant to be?
SHIPS: Remile
WARNINGS: Pain
GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1 @yourneighborhooddisaster @alexxander-the-gay @full-of-roman-angst-trash @selfcarejanus
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A Sleep So Sweet Masterpost
The sleep prince awoke from his slumber with a sharp pain in his left eye.
He shot up in bed, clutching at it with his left hand and letting out a groan of pain. He pushed his blankets away, stumbling out of bed and over to the silver mirror that hung on his wall. He took a moment, the burning pain making his vision blur, before it began to fade, just enough that he was able to pull his hand away from his face to look at his reflection in the mirror.
His room was dark, and he wasn’t able to see what was wrong with his eye until his vision adjusted to the darkness, which took a few seconds. Then, he leant in, his eyes widening when he saw what was now on his eye.
In the middle of his solid black eye were four new silver shapes: a crescent moon with three stars underneath it.
He stared at it for almost a full minute, trying to figure out what on earth that was.
Had his brothers snuck into his room while he was sleeping, casting a strange illusion on his eye? No, that could not possibly be true. The sleep prince was invulnerable while slumbering: they could not have done anything to him, and they certainly had not done it when he was awake.
There was only one explanation, and it hit him suddenly, like something had just knocked into him.
It was a soulmark.
But that was impossible. Beings didn’t get soulmarks, unless....
Unless he had a human soulmate.
At that thought, the sleep prince’s nose wrinkled. Humans were... boring. They were weak, dull creatures, barely better than mere animals. They didn’t have any magic like Beings did, they aged quickly and they were injured so easily. They were simply... lesser.  
But, he supposed, if this human was his soulmate, then, surely, they couldn’t be so bad. They had to be the exception; they had to be something special.
The sleep prince nodded to himself.
Yes, his soulmate would have to be something special, if the universe had deemed them his other half, even though they were a human. The sleep prince was a powerful being, of course his soulmate had to be important, too.  
Of course, he would need to find them as soon as possible. Now, how would he do that...?
He thought about it for a moment, before he straightened up.
He was going to find them; it should not be too hard. He would track them down and they would adore him from the moment they first lay their eyes on him. Of course, they would, who would not like someone as amazing as the prince of Beings, the sleep prince? He was powerful: could put anyone to sleep with the blink of his eye, was invulnerable any time he slumbered.
Who wouldn’t adore him?
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ceftali · 11 months ago
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nobody knows you, baby, the way i do
if someone wants me to finish this, let me know (right now, it’s just sitting in my google drive, untouched for almost a month now)
Throwing up always hurts likes hell.  Eddie has thrown up for the fifth time since his last physical therapy session yesterday afternoon. The nausea was getting worse and worse ever since he moved his right shoulder the wrong way.  It kept building up and he couldn’t even hold his dinner down even though Buck and Christopher made something light for his stomach to handle easily.
Nothing could stay down.  His damn stomach was mocking him.
It was nearing three in the morning and he had only slept for maybe two hours since going to bed at eleven.
His throat was on fire, his stomach was churning uncomfortably, and he dry heaved again into the toilet but nothing came up and he slumped against the wall.
Maybe Buck was still up.  He probably was.  His best friend was a fucking night owl.
As the bile rose up again in his throat, he sent a quick text over to Buck, one-handed, with his phone slapping lightly against the bathroom tile.
To Buck: Can you come over?  I know it’s late.
Buck texted back not even five seconds later.
From Buck: Of course. Be there in twenty minutes. I’ll make sure not to wake Christopher up on my way in.
Eddie breathed a heavy sigh of relief but the nausea was getting worse.
To Buck: Been throwing up for the past couple of hours. Get here soon.
The phone clanked loudly against the tile and the pain climbed up to rest sharply against his temple.  
He felt his phone ping again.
From Buck: I’ll be there in five.
To Buck: How exactly many driving laws are you breaking right now? Another piercing pain in his temple shook him again and tears pricked at his eyes.
In a matter of minutes, he felt two strong, gentle hands cup his face and a soft kiss placed on his temple. 
Of course, Buck knew exactly where the pain was right now.  Wait, when did Buck get here?
It doesn’t matter really.  He always wants Buck around.  Wants him to stay forever.  He knows Christopher wouldn’t mind in the least.
His brain flashes with pictures in the picture.  All he can see is Buck smiling while making those delicious omelets that are Cap’s specialty.  Buck helping Christopher with his homework.  Giving Chris a high-five every time he gets a question right on his math worksheet.  Buck wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist when they’ve both had a bad day.  Nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s neck and cuddling him until they both fall asleep on the couch. Eddie giving Buck flowers every year for their anniversary.  Buck for Eddie’s birthday.  It’s a tradition.  Eddie picking out a ring that he knows Buck will absolutely cry over.  Them saying “I do.” Them dancing at their wedding while Chris watches with Maddie and the rest of their family at the reception tables.  Eddie leaning his forehead against Buck’s.
“You can have my back any day.”
“Or you could have mine.”  Lips meet in a long, sweet, gentle kiss that makes Eddie a little weak in the knees.  He hears Chris before he sees him.
“Daddy! Buck!”
“Eddie, are you doing okay? Eddie?”  A light pat lands on his cheek and he opens his eyes even though his head is still hurting him like a bitch.
Buck has his worried face on.  Puppy eyes almost taking full effect. Also, he looks like an angel.  Even with that stupid bedhead.  Also, when did a halo appear above Buck’s head?  Is Eddie hallucinating?  That’s never a good sign.
He croaks out, “Yeah, man, just haven’t been able to sleep all that much tonight.  Or the past few nights.” Buck still has his hands cupped around Eddie’s face and god, Buck’s hands, are so soft.  He just wants to bury his face in those hands and forget about this damn pain.  
Buck’s thumb is now drawing circles onto Eddie’s cheekbone and his brows have furrowed deeper together because he can’t probably figure out what Eddie’s really feeling.
“How long has it been since you last threw up?” “Thirty minutes ago, man.  It’s nothing to worry about though.”  Buck’s now giving him an exasperated but fond look and his hand now rests on Eddie’s forehead, feeling for a temperature.  Buck tells him, “Eddie, you definitely have a fever.  Let me get a thermometer to double-check though.”
Eddie whines out for him to stay.  God, when did he start wanting Buck so much?
Buck just gives him a sad smile and walks out of the bathroom.
The pictures start flashing again.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months ago
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A bumblebee stung in me in the right butt cheek, and the bee had an allergy to me.
Somehow, this made my butt cheek react more painfully.
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a-reader-and-a-writer · 3 months ago
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Not My World
Febuwhump 2022: #8. No Anesthesia
Fandom: Marvel, Frank Castle, The Punisher
Word Count: 2439
TW: Bullet Wound, Operation with no Anesthesia, Blood, Pain
Thank you to @babblydrabbly for beta reading for me!
@febuwhump, @loverhymeswith
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Tonight had been your third double shift in less than a week and you were exhausted. But as the violence and mayhem continued to rise in the city, all the hospitals were becoming more and more overrun with those in need of help. So, you tried not to complain too much, instead choosing to focus on keeping your head down and concentrating on the work at hand. But it was becoming more and more difficult over the last few days.
Sighing tiredly, you poured the pouch of dehydrated cheese into your noodles and stirred it up, carrying the entire pan over to the table as you decided against a bowl. Picking at it unenthusiastically with your fork, you wondered if there was anything interesting on tv at this time of night.
Suddenly, there was a loud pounding at your front door. You glanced at the clock on your microwave. 3:46 am. There was only one person that could be. Without leaving your seat at the table, you yelled, “Castle? Is that you?”
“Yeah.” Came a grunt in response. “Let me in.”
“No. I told you, we’re not doing this anymore. Go bother someone else for a change.”
“You know I don’t have anyone else. Just open the damn door already.”
With an exasperated groan, you stood up and walked to the door. After taking a deep breath, you cracked it slightly so you could just see a sliver of the vigilante waiting on the other side. His hood was pulled low over his face and he was favoring his right side. “Frank, we’ve been over this. I’m done. You need to stop coming here and expecting me to patch you up like nothing’s changed.”
“I know. I wouldn’t be here unless it was an emergency. But I need you.” He growled through gritted teeth.
You rolled your eyes and started to protest but he shifted as he leaned heavily against your door, pushing it open a little further and allowing you to catch a glimpse of the wound in question. “Oh my god! Why didn’t you say it was this bad?”
Taking a step out into the hall, you pushed his jacket aside as you peeled his sticky, wet shirt from his stomach and gasped. Not only were there two bullet holes still actively gushing blood but the rest of his torso was badly bruised. Pulling down his hood, you saw his face was covered in blood and his nose looked like it had been broken. Again.
“I told ya, I wouldn’t be here unless it was an emergency.” For the first time, you noticed the sheen of sweat across his forehead and the tightness in his jaw. He must be in excruciating pain to drag his sorry ass back to you for help.
Scrubbing your hand over your face, you pushed your door open all the way. “Get in here before someone sees you. But I swear this is the last time.”
He chuckled quietly as he slumped into your apartment. Quickly, you shut the door behind him, but not before noticing the pool of blood in the hall where he had been moments before. Turning back to him, you shook your head. “You know, I don’t understand how you’re even standing at this point.”
“I’m not,” he muttered as he suddenly pitched over, sliding down your wall, and leaving a bloody smear.
You managed to grab him just before he hit the ground. “Ugh! Oh god, Frank! Have you put on weight? Or, I would guess, probably muscle.” You awkwardly half-walked, half-dragged him through the living room, and heaved him onto the couch. You were just glad you hadn’t changed out of your scrubs yet. They were already spotted with blood and other bodily fluids from your shift, what harm was a little more?
Once you had Frank laid out comfortably on the couch, you lifted up his shirt and took a closer look at his injuries. One bullet was lodged on his left side just above his hip while the other was more central, maybe an inch or two below his ribs. Both bullets seemed to still be lodged inside of him, but without more information, you weren’t sure what you could do.
Lowering his shirt back down, you calmly said, “I need to call an ambulance. This is way beyond what I can manage here.”
Frank grunted. “No hospitals. You know what would happen the minute I stepped through those doors.”
“Yes, but what’s the alternative? Wouldn’t jail be better than death? I don’t have the right equipment here to handle this. No imaging tools, no blood transfusions, and no anesthesia. I would have to go in blind to try and remove the bullets just by digging around for them. I mean, I don’t even have any sort of painkillers stronger than Tylenol!”
“Just do it. I can take the pain.”
“Frank, you don’t have any idea what you’re asking.”
“I said do it!” He growled, but his words didn’t have the same intensity that they normally did. You could see him beginning to slip away before your eyes.
Shaking your head, you sighed. “Okay, fine. But this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch.”
He nodded and as you stood to grab what you needed, he clutched your hand. “Thank you. I know you didn’t have to let me in. Didn’t have to do any of this.”
“Yes, I did. I wasn’t going to let you bleed out in my hallway…. The neighbors would’ve gotten suspicious.”
He chuckled gruffly before wincing in pain. You found yourself unconsciously running your hand gently across his cheek, avoiding any injuries there as you tried to soothe away some of his suffering. He reached up and engulfed your hand with his much larger one as he stared intensely into your eyes. For a moment, neither one of you moved, each hypnotized by the other’s gaze. But just as he opened his mouth to say something, you slipped your hand from his and turned once more to get the supplies.
You and Frank had been in a relationship for almost two years when his lifestyle finally just got to be too much for you. You truly believed that he was helping this city and fighting the good fight, but you couldn’t handle him coming home half-dead on a weekly basis. Waiting up until 3 or 4 each morning just to make sure he managed to drag himself back to you, prepared to patch up whatever wounds he had sustained. Scared to death that every patient who was brought into the ER during one of your shifts would turn out to be the man you loved.
So, you had broken things off. Neither one of you wanted it to happen, but both of you understood why it was the only option. And, though at first, he had tried to still stop by for medical care every once and a while, you had finally put your foot down. Since then, you hadn’t seen Frank in almost two months. And as much as you wanted to be mad at him for coming by, it was a relief to see him, to know he was still alive. Even if he was bleeding out on your couch.
Returning to his side with the necessary supplies, you helped Frank carefully remove his jacket before cutting off his shirt with your medical shears. It was your first really good look at his torso and the sight instantly brought tears to your eyes. Besides the bullet wounds and the red and blue bruising from tonight, you could see a dozen or more scars in various stages of healing littered across his muscular chest that had not been there the last time you saw him without his shirt on. Whatever had happened to him in the months you had been broken up, it hasn’t been good.
Frank saw the sadness and pain etched in your face, and he took your hand as he said, “Listen, I know you told me to stay away. After the things you said last time….. I get it, okay. I’m sorry I came here tonight. I just…I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Believe it or not, Frank, just because I wasn’t cut out for your world, doesn’t mean I want to see you dead.” You held up a pair of tweezers that had been soaking in rubbing alcohol. “Case and point.”
The first bullet, the one by his hip, came out fairly easy. Frank still grunted and groaned under your prodding, but in only a few minutes, the bullet was sitting on your end table. You gave him a few minutes to recover and prepare before you moved on to the second bullet below his ribs.
As you began to dig around for it, Frank’s entire body tensed. His hands gripped the sides of the couch so tightly, his knuckles turned white. The veins were popping out in his thick neck and his jaw was clenched so tightly you were surprised you didn’t hear his teeth cracking. A low, guttural growl reverberated in his throat, but through the pain, he managed to keep his chest practically motionless.
Quietly muttering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” over and over, you tried your best to locate the foreign object. It seemed it had lodged itself much deeper than the first one. Burrowing down farther, you finally felt something. As you clamped down on it, you gave it one big yank and pulled it from his body.
Frank doubled over almost in half as he let out a deep, gravelly, “Fuck” before he collapsed back into the cushions, panting heavily.
You ran your hand through his dark, sweat-matted hair, whispering softly, “Hey, it’s okay, we’re done with the hard part. You just need a few stitches in each hole. But, come on, that’s nothing. We’ve done that a million times.”
He chuckled softly as he stared at you through hazy, pain-addled eyes. “Piece of cake.”
Once you had thoroughly cleaned both wounds, you took a surgical needle and thread and began closing them. You both sat in silence as the moments ticked by. The only sounds were his occasional grunts of pain, but even those were few and far between.
Finally, you asked. “So….are you going to tell me what happened?” No response. “Didn’t think so. Not sure why I even tried.”
“You don’t really want to know. You just think you outta ask.” Frank grunts.
“Maybe you're right. I just…Forget it.”
“No, what? What were you going to say?”
You paused your stitching for a moment as you looked at Frank. “I mean, is it still worth it? Whatever you’re doing out there, whoever you’re trying to take down, is it worth everything you put yourself through? Every scar, all the pain, everything that you’ve lost or given up?”
His eyes bore into yours. “No, not everything that I lost was worth it.”
You returned his gaze for a moment before turning back to your work. “Yeah, well, that was your choice.”
You both fell back into silence as you finished closing the second wound. Once you finished, you gave him a few minutes to recover as you returned your supplies to their rightful place. Then, you helped ease him up and onto his feet before glaring at the stained furniture he had just been laying on. “You know, you owe me a new couch.”
“Sweetheart, I owe you a lot more than that.”
“Damn right you do. I was just making sure you knew I was adding that to your tab.” As he smirked at you, you held up a shirt. “I grabbed you a new one since I kinda destroyed your other one. Besides, you left a few of these here when you took your stuff so I needed to give it to you anyway.”
As carefully as you could, you helped him ease it over his head. You must have been right that he had put on some muscle since the last time you saw him because the shirt that had once fit him well was now straining over his broad chest. As he slid on his jacket, you ran your hands down the front of his shirt to straighten it out. As your hand passed over his heart, you could feel his heartbeat quicken for just a second.
You started to look away, but one of his hands reached up and cupped your face, turning it back towards him. He leaned over and pressed his forehead against yours, his lips just inches away.
But as he began closing that distance, you breathlessly whispered, “Frank, stop, we can’t.”
“Tell me you don’t want this, sweetheart. Tell me that and I’ll stop.” Your eyes fluttered closed as he ran his thumb over your cheek.
“Of course, I want this, I never stopped wanting this.” Frank brought your lips closer, but just before they touched, you dipped your head. “But as long as you’re The Punisher, I…”
Frank dropped his hand as he slowly backed away. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, listen, Frank….. About what I said… I mean it. I can’t be a part of what you do, even indirectly. And I’m really sorry for that, but that’s not my world and it’s not my life.”
He gave you a small lopsided shrug. “I understand. This life, this path I’m on…. Honestly, I would prefer you stay as far from it as fuckin’ possible. I don’t want to drag you down into my darkness, so I’ll stay away from now on. I promise.”
He started to head for the door, but you rested your hand gently on his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “That’s all true, but so is the other thing I told you. I don’t want to see you hurt or dead. I know you don’t believe it, but you are a great man, Frank Castle. And just because we didn’t work out doesn’t mean I don’t still believe that. So, while I’m asking you to not stop by for the small stuff, if something like tonight ever happens again, if you really need me, my door is always open.” You stood up on your tippy-toes to place a chaste kiss on his scarred and bloody cheek.
He gave you a crooked grin before ducking his head and heading out the door. And as you peered out to watch him walk down your hallway and turn the corner, you couldn’t help but wonder if that would be the last time you ever saw Frank Castle alive.
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Leaving
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Fandom: Star Wars, The Mandalorian, Din Djarin
Word Count: 1908
TW: Angst, Pain, Burn, Accidental Self-Inflicted Wound, Abandonment, Grief, Loneliness
This is set at the start of Episode 5 of TBOBF and contains some spoilers.
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“You are such an idiot. I told you not to use that thing until you had more practice. You’re lucky you just burned your leg instead of cutting it clean off!” You heaved Din through the corridor with his arm slung heavily over your shoulder. The smell of his burned flesh traveled with you. “And just so you know since I doubt you can tell through your helmet, it smells disgusting.”
Din just grunted, but you hadn’t really expected much else in response. You had warned him over and over it was a bad idea to use the Darksaber until he knew more about it, but as usual, Din didn’t listen to you.
“Why didn’t you just use the spear instead? You’re much less likely to impale yourself on that.”
“The saber works better,” he muttered.
“Yeah, well how did that turn out for you?” Once again, your comment was met with silence.
The two of you had just turned over your bounty and Din finally had the answers he had been looking for about the location of the remaining Mandalorians from his old covert back on Nevarro. And while they were here on the space station not too far from your current location, Din’s self-inflicted injury was making it difficult to reach them.
The further you traveled, the more he began to lean on you. Soon, it felt like he had his entire weight resting on your smaller frame. Finally, you groaned, “You know, I could use a little help here. I get that it hurts, but I can’t drag all this beskar much farther.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he tried to stand unaided. But with a groan, he collapsed back onto you causing you both the tumble to the floor.
Sitting up, you sighed, “Here, let me look at it.”
“I’m fine.” But even through his modulator, you could hear the edge of pain in his voice.
“No, you’re not. I can’t fix this, but maybe I can do something that will at least ease the pain some until your people can patch you up.” You turned to start looking through the bag that was slung over your shoulder.
“I said, I’m fine. You don’t need to do that.” He struggled to rise to his feet once more, but you held him down.
“Will you just shut up and listen to me for once?” When he reluctantly stopped struggling, you chuckled as you shook your head. “I swear, sometimes you’re worse than the kid.” The smile instantly dropped from your face as you realized what you said. You turned away and began rummaging through your bag once more.
Din nudged you softly and laid his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay. I miss him too.”
You turned back to face him, unable to hide the sadness displayed on your face. “I know we did what we were supposed to do, we got him back to his people. Yet sometimes, I just want to track them down and bring him back to us….. But then I have to remind myself that there won’t even be an us in another hour.”
He squeezed your shoulder gently. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah….. me too.”
You pressed a bacta patch against the burn and though he tensed up momentarily, Din’s body soon sagged in relief as he rested his head against the wall. You could just picture what he must look like beneath the helmet at that moment: his dark curls framing his handsome face as his big, brown eyes fluttered closed in relief. You knew what his creed means to him and what kind of sacrifice it had been to remove his helmet to save Grogu, so you never told him that his image was seared in your mind. That from the moment you laid eyes on his unmasked face, you had been able to think of little else.
Even before you had caught a glimpse at the man beneath the armor, you had loved him. Though very intimidated by the stoic warrior when you first met, over time you had gotten to know the kind, loyal, brave man behind the beskar. And though he often got on your nerves or tried your patience, you soon found yourself enamored with him. Yet, it was painfully clear he never saw you the same way. You were a friend, a fellow fighter, a protector for Grogu, but nothing more. And if there had been any doubts in your mind whether or not he could love you in return, they all evaporated the moment he told you he wanted to track down his tribe thus leaving you alone once again.
After a few minutes, the bacta seemed to have helped enough to get Din on his feet once more. Though he still leaned on you for support, it was nowhere near as heavily as before. And in what seemed like no time at all, the two of you were standing before the supposed entrance to the secret home of the remaining Mandalorians from Din’s old tribe. The two of you gazed at the door, unsure of what to do next.
Finally, you cleared your throat and said, “So….I guess this is it. This is where we part ways. We got the kid back to his people, now you can be back with yours.”
He hesitated for a moment before saying, “If it was allowed, you know I would ask you to come with me, but that is not…”
“That is not the way. Yeah, I know. And I would never ask you to break your creed.” You try to put on your happiest face, suddenly envious of Din’s helmet and its ability to hide emotions. “But hey, don’t worry about me! I was fine on my own when you two found me and I’ll be fine on my own now. But Din… take care of yourself. I won’t be there to patch you up if something goes wrong this time.”
He nodded. “Thank you. For everything.”
“No, thank you. Thank you for giving me a family again. Even if it was only for a little while.” You quickly stood on your toes and placed a small kiss on the visor of his helmet. Then, before he could have a chance to react, you grabbed your stuff and hurried away. You didn’t want the last image of you that Din saw to be one with tears rolling down your cheeks.
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The next 24 hours were some of the hardest you had to endure for a long time. While you had gotten used to being on your own since your family was killed when you were still a child, this new kind of loneliness hit you much harder than you had expected. Even after months of him being gone, you still kept listening for Grogu’s soft babbles and coos as you walked through the crowds. And now, yet another sound was missing as you kept unconsciously listening for the slight clink of beskar sliding against itself or the soft swish of Din’s cape or the tread of his boots. They were all these little details you didn’t even realize you had become accustomed to until they were gone. And now, even in a crowd of hundreds, you just felt so alone.
The earliest ship off the station wasn’t leaving until tomorrow so as the night wore on, you found a small alcove by the spaceport where you could hide out for the night and get some sleep. You knew it was dangerous resting in a public space like this but you didn’t have enough credits to find any actual lodging. So, holding your blaster close to your chest, you buried yourself as far back into the shadows as possible and tried to get some sleep.
A soft nudge to the bottom of your boot immediately snapped you awake some hours later. Before you were even fully aware of what was happening, your blaster was drawn and pointed at the intruder. As your eyes finally focused and you recognized the man in front of you, you slowly lowered the gun in surprise. “Din? But how…. Why… What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with your tribe? I thought…. I thought I’d never see you again. Did something happen?”
He looked away, “I was asked about my helmet…. I couldn’t lie.”
“Oh, Din…..” You stood and placed your hand gently on the side of his helmet as you turned his head so he was once again facing you. “I’m so sorry. But you did what you did to save the kid. We would have never been able to get him back without that sacrifice. And if they can’t accept that, then you don’t need them.”
He nodded softly, but you could still sense the pain emanating from him. He had just lost everything he had held sacred his entire life and you could not begin to imagine what he had to be feeling right now. And, unfortunately, you knew you were about to make it worse.
As you lowered your hand, you said, “I am so sorry about what happened. I truly am. But I have to go. My ship leaves soon.”
“Where are we going?”
You took a deep breath. “Not we. Me. I’m going alone.”
“Why? I thought-” he started but you cut him off.
“Din, you left me. I get I was always just a means to an end. A little extra protection for the kid and someone to watch him while you went off on your latest adventure. But I am not going to join up with you again just so you can leave me as soon as you find a way back into their graces. So, I’m sorry, but this is where we have to part ways. For good.”
“You don’t mean that. You know that isn’t all you were- all you are to me.”
“You left me because you thought you had found something better. Why the kriff would I trust you not to do that again? When we lost Grogu…. I was hurt and I needed you, but all you could focus on was finding the rest of your tribe.” You stared down at the ground, unable to look at him. “I thought we had a perfectly good tribe right here. But you proved otherwise.”
Din tried to cup your face in his gloved hand, but you shied away. “You know I never wanted to leave you.”
“But you did. And I’ve had too many people leave me over the years to let one of them come back just so they can leave again. If they would have overlooked your transgression, I would have never seen you again and the only reason you are here now is because you don’t have any better options. And I will not be someone’s second choice. So, thank you for everything you gave me and everything you did for me but now it’s my turn to choose to walk away.” And with those final words, you turned your back on him and left.
You didn’t hesitate even as you heard him call after you. He had made his choice and now you have made yours. And as much as you wished you could trust him, you couldn’t chance it. He had already broken your heart once and after also losing Grogu, you knew you weren’t strong enough to survive him breaking it again.
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dysphoric-culture-is · 3 months ago
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dysphoric culture is pondering dysphoria so long you decide its (depending on the type) either a painless or opposite version of phantom pains (aka something being missing that should be there or something being there that shouldn't)
Dysphoric culture is!
Also, mod can see the analogy. Dysphoria would be called like 'existent pains' then maybe? Because that's the antonym of phantom.
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kalissimsblog · a month ago
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???: I... I didn’t want. Wait! What are you doing?!
Crimson: Oh honey! I’m just going to drain your blood until you’re dead. That’s what bloodsuckers do when they get fucking shot!
???: Wait! I - I, look! I'm not going to shoot you again! That was my last bullet!
Crimson: You should have aimed better, then!
???: Wait!!! Let me live!
Crimson: YOU! You just signed your own death warrant! How am I supposed to recover, uh? Oh - I get it! Your blood!!!
Holy fuck! You’re delicious!
???: Please...
Crimson: Shut up! I'm not finished with you yet!
You know? My parents never told me, not to play with my food.
“Do it! Kill her!” No - no...  “Don’t you remember? It’s such a nice feeling... Do it!”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!!!
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kyovtani · 5 months ago
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HANMA😩 my toxic man!! what are kinks?
i think about hanma so much muore than one might expect so here you go- just gonna do top 3 !!!!
— cw: mentions of heavy marking/carving, knves, power play, sadism, pain and punishment
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— power play: he always has to be in control no matter the situation and that's why hanma has to make sure you know exactly who's in charge. he also gets off on the way you completely submit yourself to him and to have a cute little baby obey to his every order is what gets him through the day. the most important thing about this is the fact that he will show off his power and control over you no matter where or who you are with.
— knife play/heaving marking: it's probably because he wants to let the whole world but especially you know that you're his and his only but mostly because he can't get over the fact how far you're willing to go for him and his pleasure. hanma makes sure to push you in the furthest parts of your sub space before he carves his name into your pretty skin, cock balls deep buried in your pretty cunt as he does something other people might call brutal.
— sadism: at first he never understood why he liked it so much, the spanking, the punishments, the pain- until he finally realised it once he got to experience it with you. the trust and love yoj put in him is something he's never felt before and to have you, the love of his life and the one he'd protect from the whole world with every fiber of his being, trust him enough to let him put you in pain is what he's always needed.
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sweet-mothir-i-cannot-write · 6 months ago
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Skin that burns and stings and sears until I want to peel it away from my face
A head throbbing, with a hammer thudding into it at the pace of my heartbeat
Shoulders and neck and back that aches and cracks and aches and cracks and aches and never fucking stops
A stomach that screams along with my mind and tries to tear me apart from the inside out
Legs that grow weary of carrying me over mountains, simply want to relax and collapse.
Feet walking upon needles, stabbing into my soles.
I would gladly leave this body if I could, and it seems the feeling is mutual.
A body falling apart, and a heart that never needed the body anyway.
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starofvirtue · 29 days ago
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"SHU!"
How cruel could humanity be? She knew it so; none of the others possessed such benevolence and understanding as the young woman did. To watch this stranger take matters into his own hands--and to be shamed for it? Why, Midnight thought it was feeble of her tribe. So...pathetic; Cowardly.
Midnight cringed frightfully as the older man fell from grace, pushed by her brothers to the steeping hot spring below. The village girl stares on from a few feet away, hearing the distant splashing and yelling that her eyes could not see. Oh, how cruel! She can't just...leave him there! He might drown!
So, to the last minute detest of her brothers, she jumps off the steep slope. By no means was her fall graceful, but she didn't care, she needed to save him. She splashes into the hot water, the temporary sizzle fading out as she lives her head up.
"Shu! Where are you!?"
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      A frantic hand suddenly grasped at her form, nearly pulling her down-- yet it was like even Shuu knew he shouldn’t do that-- it could hurt her, too. Even in pain, his benevolence showed.
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      Despite his franticness, despite his pain and suffering, Shuu was the one to lightly push her to the ‘shore’ of the spring, frantically pulling himself out with a croak of pain not far from her-- he couldn’t even scream anymore. His body was red and hot, burning brands that still seemed to sizzle at the touch, practically bleeding, some skin charred as black as night. Prosthetics were burned to a crisp-- the metal and cloth that had kept them situated below his knees had obviously burned and heated skin further... but at least his legs were still usable. It was hard to tell what the older man was thinking-- but he was suffering, and that was apparent.
      However, he sucked in his breaths, tears flowing from his eyes while he lingered on the ground, his body trembling, trying to desperately recover from this punishment. Why...? He wanted to protect these people... Was it because of the Mantra? Did he make himself out to be a ‘Deity’ like those bastards? Was... Was Shuu the one at fault? Perhaps he had shown cruelty to these people without ever realizing it? Surely that was it. Surely, Shuu was the one at fault.
      Shuu tried to keep in any whimpers he may’ve had, his eyes staring off at the sky in disbelief, trying to form any word he possibly could-- yet all he could do was croak and groan... A few whimpers did manage to escape him, as he slowly curled into a fetal position, his breath hitching,
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      “ ... O-Okaasan... ” He whimpered into the ground, as though Gaea itself was his mother, “ ... I... want... to go home... ”
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gay-otlc · 11 days ago
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Local genderqueer actually takes medication for its pain for once in its life, what will happen next?
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neopronounsmybelovaed · 18 days ago
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ouchself neopronouns because my knees feel like theyre gonna explode 😔
That's one way to cope.
@tiergan-andrin-alenefar
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