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Hi! Can you do ⛑ + ✋ with soft!potective!Steve Rogers please?! Ty:)
Thank you marigoldreamer! I feel this goes really good with the verse from Nomads Mission.
Chris Evans Masterlist
Injured
Warnings- Mentions of blood and injury
"Hey, hey, I got you." You heard Steve mutter gently as his hands swept around you, picking you up bridal style from the rubble you were among.
The pain, it made you hiss as he lifted you, his worried blue eyes shining brightly among his dirt streaked face, worried lines deep in between his eyes. "I know Doll, you can't move though."
"Steve, what happened?" You asked as you sank into the pain, he tried not to jostle you to much as he worked his way out, the air all around you still shrouded in dust and smoke. His nomad suit was torn in places and he limped slightly. "Let me walk, I can walk."
"Baby you can't." He said softly and you frowned as you looked down to see that your thigh was ripped open, deeply. No wonder why he was rushing you out. "We were hit, they targeted us the second we went in the building."
Your memory was hazy, but you recalled Sam yelling in the comms to get out. Steve tried getting to you to shield you with his own body best he could, but it was all happening in seconds. The explosion hit and then the world came tumbling all around on top of you. "Natasha? Sam?" You reached down to put pressure on your thigh, Steve darting out of sight as groups of people started to rush towards the chaos.
"Safe, Natasha never came in and Sam was overhead." Sirens sounded in the distance, you guessed the law or medical, but Steve managed to get you two far enough away and out of sight that they shouldn't follow you. Unless you left a trail of blood behind.
Steve took another sharp turn, into an abandoned building just as you started to get dizzy. "Steve I'm gonna-"
"Just a few more seconds and we will get you patched up." He said in a rush, Sam and Natasha hiding out rushed over while you slumped into Steve's chest.
"We gotta get this to stop bleeding, now."
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You woke to a dark room, surrounded by warmth and comfort. You felt the steady fall and rise of a chest beneath you and an all too familiar hand carding through your hair, fingertips lightly grazing against your scalp as they untangled through your hair.
Beneath your cheek was a soft shirt, worn but again familiar as you let your face press against him and listen to the steadiness of his heart and breathing beneath you. Whoosh whoosh whoosh
Your fingers curled into the fabric, curling into him for a second before you relaxed again, your thigh throbbing now that everything was over and the shock wore off.
A soft hum signified that Steve knew you were awake again, his fingers faltering before resuming the gentle strokes through your hair. "You with me Doll?"
"Yeah, I'm here." You muttered before sliding your hand against his firm belly and hugging loosely around him. "How long was I out?"
"A while, Natasha gave you some painkillers and those always make you sleep good." He said gently, not making a move to get up, but content to let you just wake up in your own time. "How is it?"
"Sore, but I will live." You pushed up a bit, Steve helping maneuver you so you could talk to him easier. "Thank you, for pulling me out. Are you okay Steve? did you get hurt?"
"Doll I saw that roof fall around you and I have never been more scared in my life." Steve cupped your face to have you look at him. "I will go straight into hell to pull you out."
You gave a soft smile, turning your face into his hand and kissing his palm. "I'm okay now that I have you back Y/N."
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#tw: blood#tw: injury#oc#cute#art#original character#artists on tumblr#originalcharacter#menhera#kostya#blood#injurt#cw#cw: injury#cw: blood
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ok finished writing the first part! lemme know what you think
tw for slight gore and violence, animal death and injurt (it's a warriors fic)
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Have any of you lovely kiddos, specifically of the borrower-sort, gotten cut by your fishhooks?
Roman: Well, yes. I myself was a bit too eager when I was first borrowing, scared my parents half to death when I came home crying with my hands all bloody. You can still see the scar if you look closely, but it wasn’t actually that deep.
Logan: Thankfully none of us have ever suffered a serious injury, excluding my fall. It is also fortunate to note that borrowers heal at a much faster rate than humans, which is imperative to our survival.
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could you do something like lance gets shot in one of the missions and collapses and Kieth is with him and he likes having a panic attack cause holy shit his boyfriend just got shot and is bleeding out! and lance is trying to calm him down and telling him to like help put pressure on his wound but the blood loss is starting to affect him and he's struggling to stay awake? (btw love your writing!)
Aww thank you so much!
Trigger warnings are posted in the tags below.
Keith never even heard the shot. He didn’t even knowanything was wrong until they were both back in Red. Lance leaned up against thewall, out of breath, next to the controls as Keith began to pilot them out ofthere. They had retrieved some information off of a Galra ship and were now takingit back to Pidge to decipher. Lance’s face was pale and covered in sweat.
“You okay?” Keith asked after a minute. He was tryingto focus on piloting, but he was and always would be the concerned boyfriendbefore anything else.
“Uh,” Lance reached over and touched his side,wincing. “Uh… yeah?” he peeled back his hand and saw that it was coated in hisblood. He grimaced.
“You—” Keith glanced at him out of the corner of hiseye and then did a double take. “Oh my god, Lance!” he screamed. “What the hellhappened!?”
“Well… I might’ve been… shot?” he said, like he wasn’tsure. Keith’s eye practically popped out of his head.
“YOU WHAT!?” Lance waved his hand at Keith.
“I’m fine. It’s not that bad” The gesture was meant tobe calming, but the blood that dripped off his fingers was not making Keithfeel any better. “Okay, maybe I should’ve done that with this hand” Lance mumbledto himself, gesturing toward Keith with his non-bloodied hand. “See? I’m fine—”as he said the words he doubled over in pain.
“Shit- Lance!” Keith let go of the controls, prayingthat Red would pilot herself back to the castle. She had done it before.
“Keith, stop. I’m okay” Lance groaned softly and thenslid down the wall.
“Oh. Oh my god. Oh my god!” Keith rushed to Lance’sside and knelt down next to him, searching his brain for what he was supposedto do. He was supposed to apply pressure to the wound right? “What do I do?” heasked frantically. “What am I supposed to do!?”
“Relax, Keith” Lance said through gritted teeth. “Itdoesn’t even… hurt- that bad” he was gasping in pain by the end of his sentence.
“Doesn’t hurt my ass!”Keith exclaimed. Lance smiled weakly.
“Does your ass hurt, Keith?” he asked teasingly. “ShouldI be jealous?”
“Shut up, Lance! Now is clearly not the time! You’re bleeding out!” Lance tried to laugh butfound that it was too painful.
“I’m not bleeding o—” He lifted his head and saw thatthere was, in fact, a pool of blood beginning to form on the floor underneathhim. “Oh shit, I am” he said, still unconcerned. Keith was about to lose hismind. His boyfriend had a hole in his side and he didn’t seem to care.
“We need to- We need to do something. Oh god. I don’t knowwhat to do. What do I do? What do I do!?” Lance gabbed Keith’s face in hishands and pulled him closer.
“Calm. Down” he said. “You freaking out is not goingto help anything, okay?” Keith stared at him blankly. “Okay?” he repeated.Keith nodded jerkily.
“Right, right, yeah. I know that” he put his hand overone of Lance’s, which was still on his face. “I’m just worried about you” he saidsoftly.
“Well that’s understandable. I’m bleeding out” Lance replied.Keith’s eyes widened.
“Shit!” He broke away from Lance and sprinted acrossthe lion to the box of first aid supplies that was kept for emergencies. After hehad the box he undid the straps that held Lance’s armor together and pried thetop half of it off, tossing it to the side.
“Here, lay down so I can look at it” Keith instructed.He gripped Lance’s shoulder and gently guided him so that he was lying flat onthe floor. He then pushed Lance’s shirt up so that he could see where the bloodwas coming from.
“How does it look?” Lance asked, tilting his head upto get a better look. Keith let out a strangled sigh.
“W- It- It doesn’t look that bad, I guess” he said. Hepulled a wad of gauze and pressed it to the wound with shaking fingers. Lance hissedin pain. “Sorry” Keith breathed.
“’s Okay” Lance mumbled. He turned his head, so hecould see the window in front of them. “You should tell the others were coming”he said. “So they don’t worry about us” Keith nodded in agreeance.
“Yeah, uh. Yeah. That’s a good idea” he nodded again.Lance quirked his eyebrow.
“Keith?”
“Hmm?”
“You have to use your words to tell them” he teased.Keith huffed.
“Shut up” he grumbled as he pressed the button for hisheadset. “Hey, anybody there?” he asked. Lance pushed Keith’s hand off the gauzeand held it himself. Keith look at in concern. Lance mouthed ‘I got it’ to him.Keith hesitated, but stood up and crossed the room to talk to the tohers.
As Keith updated the others on what had happened,Lance let his façade drop. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on hisbreathing. In through his nose. Out through his mouth. In through his nose. Outthough his mouth. His injury hurt more than he was letting on. Every movementwas excruciating, but he knew that Keith would freak out if he knew. He justhad to keep pretending that he was alright. Just until they got to the castle.
His breathing hitched as new wave of pain hit his body.His adrenaline from the mission was wearing off. His whole body felt like itwas on fire. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth as he applied more pressureto the gauze. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that the gauze was completelysoaked in blood. He quickly tossed it to the side and replaced it with a newone before Keith came back.
“Shiro told Coran to get a pod ready” Keith said, hisvoice tight with fear. He checked the navigation system next to his chair tomake sure that Red was taking them in the right direction. “We should be therein about twenty minutes” he said. Lance hummed in response, too in pain to answerat that moment. “I told Shiro that we got the information and—” he abruptlystopped. “Lance!?” he said in alarm. In the minute that he had been away fromLance his skin had paled considerably, and he
“No, no, no, no, no. Lance, babe, you gotta stay away”Lance snorted and rolled his head to the side.
“I’m fine” he said weakly. “I’m just resting. Conservingenergy. Micro nap” he rambled. “Also, is this babe thing going to stick?” he asked.“Cause I’m not gonna like I kinda like it” Keith settled back down by Lance’sside.
“Sure. If you want, I’ll call you babe” Lance wasn’tsure if he was being sarcastic or not, but he was too tired to ask.
“Thanks” Lance smiled. Keith lifted Lance’s free handand threaded their fingers together.
“You scared the shit out of me, you know?” Keith saidquietly. Now Lance opened his eyes.
“Yeah?” he breathed. Keith nodded. He still looked terrified.
“For a minute I thought you were going to die” hesaid. “I don’t know what I would do if you did… die” Lance pressed Keith’s fingersto his lips.
“Baby, I’m never going to leave you. Not even in death”he said with a smirk. Keith rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on hismouth. “And besides, I’m not dying”
“I know but, I don’t think I could handle it if yougot seriously hurt” he said looking down. “I mean, you’re barely even bleedingnow and look how badly I’m freaked out? I care about you too much and I—"Keith continued to ramble on about how much he cared about Lance, and howfreaked out he was, but Lance couldn’t keep up with his word. His vision wasblurring, and the room was spinning.
“K- Keith” Lance said, waving his hand in a patheticattempt to get his attention. “Keith—” Keith paused his nervous word-vomit andturned to Lance. “You- You have to hold this” Lance said nodding his head tothe gauze on his side. Keith scooted toward him and lifted his hand.
“O- Okay” Keith said, taking a deep breath. “Why? Is yourarm getting tired?” Lance let his head fall back and he squeezed his eyes shutin pain.
“N- no” he stuttered. “Don’t freak out… but I think- Ithink I’m going to pass out”
“Oh fuck. Fuck!” he started freaking out all overagain. Lance groaned. He shouldn’t have told him.
“Breathe, Keith” Lance said flatly, opening his eyesagain as his wave of dizziness passed.
“You’re the one dying. I should be telling you tobreathe” Keith grumbled with his head between his knees.
“I’m not dying” Lance said, rolling his eyes. “I’mjust… moderately inconvenienced. And, hey, I’m sure that if I actually was dyingyou would be much more helpful” Keith glared at him. “Hey, that was acompliment” Lance noticed that the new cloth they had put on his would was alreadysoaked through with blood. He was losing blood too fat. He was starting tothink that maybe Keith should be freaking out. Maybe he was being too calmabout this whole situation.
“Lance?” Keith said in concern. Lance blinked andlooked up at him.
“Wh- what?” he cleared his throat. He was having ahard time concentrating.
“Are you listening to me?” Keith leaned over Lance, staringat him, the worry etched on his face.
“Uh, yeah. Totally” Lance said. His words werebeginning to slur. He closed his eyes again.
“Lance…” Keith shook Lance’s shoulders. “Lance? Lance,come on. Don’t do this. You gotta stay awake” Keith pleaded. “Please. Stay withme. Open your eyes, do something! Lance!”
“’m… fine” Lance mumbled, unable to keep his eyes openanymore. Everything started to go numb. “I’m…” And then everything went black.
The next thing Lance remembers was falling out of thehealing pod, directly into someone’s arms. He groaned quietly.
“Lance? Lance, can you hear me?” Lance collapsed intoKeith’s arms.
“How long have I been out?” Lance mumbled. Keithsighed in relief.
“A couple of day” he answered. “Jesus, you scared theshit out of me” Keith wrapped his arms around hmi
“Come on, I gotta keep it interesting somehow” Lancejoked. “I don’t want you dumping me for the next hot alien that comes around”
“God, don’t even joke about that” Keith lightly punchedLance’s shoulder. “And don’t ever do that again. You hear me?” he said intoLance’s shoulder. Lance tightened his grip on Keith.
“Never. I promise”
#langst#langst prompt#voltron#klance#lance mcclain#keith kogane#mine#prompt#prompts#tw#trigger warning#blood tw#injurt tw#Anonymous
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so so cool how healing works every time i’m injured i just stop to stare at the wound every now and again
#tw injury mention#other general tw for prolonged discussion of a specific injurt#injury*#like. i cut my finger with scissors on accident today#and it left like a flap of skin#and i was trying to paint so i stopped the bleeding asap (barely registered had no pain)#but as i lifted my finger i looked at the blood on the paper towel and immediately. fascination#and by now it’s closed itself up already but u can still see the outline#and it’s like. whoah. hundreds (thousands) of cells are currently repairing themselves rn. how fucking cool#by the end of the day it just won’t be there anymore. damn!!!#it’ll probably be gone by the end of lunch. isn’t that so neat
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caring for stubborn muses // ✉
“ oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad ? ! ” worried naib noises ! ! ! ! @pasttorn
the reason was simple, really. victor just hadn’t REALIZED how bad it had gotten. sure, once the match was over & he insisted on patching himself up, he noticed the gash on his forearm was bleeding a lot heavier than any of his other wounds. just patch it up yourself, it’ll be fine! the doctor had her own match, & curfew was nearly in place either way. it’ll stop soon enough, & by tomorrow, it’ll be healed!
still, even with the longer sleeves of his nightwear to hide it from his view, & the fresh change of bandages, the bleeding hadn’t stopped. it hadn’t looked like it needed stitches when he cleaned it up again, but victor began to consider it. if the bleeding didn’t stop by the time he went to bed, he’d seek out someone’s help. & sure enough, it continued on, seeping into the bandages at a slower pace than before. but soon after that familiar crimson would begin staining through the white cloth, this time a strangely comforting warmth followed, creeping over victor & making his body feel heavy. the sensation made him feel tired. & that made him scared.
wick seemed to be aware of victor’s gradually deteriorating health, barking & whining the instant the two were out of his room in hopes of gaining a fellow survivors attention. thankfully it worked, one of his recent teammates coming out to see the POSTMAN clutching his arm to his chest, blood beginning to stain through his shirt as well. the scolding ( that was more of out worry than actual anger, victor could tell ) was taken with a shaky smile, eyelids heavy & a huffed laugh leaving him. this hadn’t even been some sort of pathetic scheme to just bleed out; he’d actually done rather well that last match, & simply didn’t want to bother more people than necessary on a good night.
looks like he already failed that part anyways, seeing as he was seated in naib’s room & watching him undo the bloodied bandages. i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean to hide it. i didn’t think it was this bad... how badly victor wishes to say that, to explain that it was just an honest mistake on his part, but there wasn’t any hope in him writing at a time like this.
instead, he rests his free hand on the top of wick’s head to keep himself grounded, feeling the smooth fur beneath his fingers as a reminder that he’d be okay. even if his head was starting to feel heavier & heavier... would it be bad if he went to sleep? just for a little bit...? he just felt so warm now...
gentle hums were heard as victor slumped forward a bit, resting his forehead to naib’s shoulder. just let me rest, only for a moment...
#✉ [ answered letters ]#✉ [ in character ]#pasttorn#blood tw#death mention#injurt mention#// can i go one day without victor bleeding out/being on the verge of bleeding out#// JUST ONE DAY???#// the answer is no
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For the Self injury anon: Something i did for pressure stimming was wrap my forearms in medical tape so that i could feel the pressure on my arms and also so i wouldn't have "Room" to cut. Just be careful to not wrap too tightly so your circulation doesn't get cut off. I'm Just over 2 years clean so i hope the best for you!!
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