#bthb pleading

[chil-aglia]

ITS HERE!

(it’s not entirely angsty, there’s some fluff/humor? In here so it’s not entirely a BTHB)

Made by @cimmerian1275 (what a legend)

Same rules apply from the BTHB but in case you need a reminder, check below:

Has to be set in the ROTTMNT universe (during the show/present timeline/apocalypse timeline/movie timeline, an AU of sorts (I mean these bingo spots are basically all AU’s) etc, etc

Main character to write has to be my OC’s (Giovanni, Adriaen, Ronin, Three/Luca, Caden, Nico, Matt and Dante)

Now that I also have an AU for FTNTH Leo, I will also allow requests for him as well.

Canon characters can be part of it too. Like for example, Leo is helping Adriaen. Or Donnie and Ronin are there together doing whatever it is they are doing. Ya know? Kinda like the prompt ideas

You’re free to submit more than one prompt space for the bingo card. And you’re free to go crazy with your ideas

Your also free to suggest NSFW if you want or anything involving more on the NSFW side, I’ll be posting those on my NSFWblog, but you can submit the ideas here.

Make sure you also tell me that your request/ideas are for the writing bingo! Otherwise, I won’t know

The fics will be posted here on tumblr and on my Ao3 (I’ll post a link to that after I get some suggestions)

No t-cest btw.

You’re free to draw art for these and idk, tag me or something

And that’s all. If I think of more, I’ll keep adding to it. But other than that…GO, GO, GO, SUBMIT YOUR IDEAS!

You can either comment the ideas here or send it through the ask box!

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“They underestimated us”:

“I’m not afraid anymore”:

“I wish things could be different”:

“What are you willing to sacrifice?”:

“This isn’t just a story”:

“Please don’t leave me”: The Hamato brothers discover a way to return Leo’s soul to his original body, finally offering him a path home. However, complications arise when Caden, still sharing his body with Leo’s soul, resists the separation. Having grown attached and feeling safer with Leo's presence, Caden pleads for him to stay. Torn between reclaiming his body and protecting the boy who’s come to depend on him, Leo struggles with the weight of the decision. - in the process of writing

“I’m fine”:

“You have to let me go”:

“I didn’t ask for your help”: FTNTH! Leo with Donnie (not entirely sure what will happen with this one) - in the process of writing

“I hate us sometimes”:

“How did you get in here?”: Everyone had bad days, Donnie especially, and even Donnie needs to have time alone, get himself together. But Ronin who has quite the keen eye on noticing the differences in the boys follows the soft shell to his room. Maybe he can be the one to cheer him up.

“You have no idea what this is?”:

“I don’t need a map to know we got lost”:

Hate at first sight: The boys try to stop a mischievous imp yokai causing chaos with magical love arrows. They manage to capture him, but not before he shoots an arrow at Adriaen. Leo jumps in to protect him and gets hit instead. However, since Leo is already in love with Adriaen, the arrow backfires—twisting his love into hatred. Consumed by the magic, Leo lashes out at Adriaen, expressing pent-up frustration and heartbreak before attacking him. To break the spell, Mikey suggests a classic fairytale solution: a true love’s kiss.

Too much communication:

Survivor’s guilt:

Locked in a room: Ronin accidentally gets locked inside a room with Mikey while all of the turtles are on a mission together at Big Mama’s Hotel. Ronin and Mikey have to figure out how to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

Regretting their last words: Ronin doesn’t like being harsh and snappy towards those he considers friends. But even he can finally have enough…even though he’ll later regret it.

Desensitised:

Sharing a dessert:

Bandaging themselves:

Nightmares:

Depressed and turns to drinking:

Love potion/love spell: Ronin is drunk with love. And poor Donnie is the victim of Ronin’s antics.

Stockholm Syndrome:

[devirnis]

Don't Listen When I Scream

Rating: M Relationships: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz Word count: 10.9k Cover art by @ronordmann

The man shoves Buck into the chair. Picking a hunting knife up from the tray, he points it at Eddie. “If you fight back or try to escape, I will slit his throat before you can even blink. Understand?” Buck’s eyes cut to Eddie, wide and fearful. Eddie shakes his head vehemently, but he already knows it’s pointless. Buck is going to endure whatever this sick fuck has planned for him because Eddie would do the exact same thing in his position if he thought there was the slightest chance it would spare Buck. Still, Eddie pleads with his eyes, trying to tap into their wordless communication that Buck should fight to get free, to not just sit there and take it. But Buck just stares back at him with grim determination, and Eddie feels his heart sink. Looking back at their captor, Buck nods. BTHB: forced to watch

(read on ao3)

[leothil]

can you recommend some long eddie whump fics?

Hi! Sorry, it took me a bit longer to get to this than I intended. I'm probably not the best person to ask for whump recs from as it isn't my first choice of genre, but I'll see what I can come up with. This fandom is also heavily buck-whump oriented, so I'm afraid not all of them will be that long.

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania The one, the only! Amnesia, presumed deaddie, what more could you want! 44.4k words, rated M

dead reckoning by euadnes A helicopter crash leaves Buck, Eddie, and Ravi stranded in the wilderness. Technically whump for all three of them but /shrug! 28k words, rated M

something fiercer (something softer) by renecdote In which Eddie gets hurt during a call. Established relationship. This author has written a lot of BTHB fics, so you can look through that tag on her profile for more! 2.5k words, rated T

I'm still standing in the same place where you left me standing by trysetmeonfire Bobby POV. Eddie and Bobby are trapped together and Eddie is in really bad shape. He tells Bobby he loves Buck, because he needs Buck to know. 8.3k words, rated T

i'd spend a lifetime giving you my heart by hammersmiths Where they meet in the earthquake when they get trapped in the same space under the hotel. Again a whump for both of them, but it's Buck POV so he's more focused on Eddie. 10.4k words, rated T

dreaming, given a name by colonoscopys Eddie gets badly hurt, and Buck pleads with God and the universe to let him wake up, while also having to handle Eddie's family. 8.5k words, rated T

The rest I found in my log were more hurt/comfort than whump so I'll leave the list like this! Hope there are at least some new fics for you on here!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hi Cal!

I'm super stoked for your BTHB! I'm also titillated about what Athena noticed in your last snippet for the whodunnit...

As if that weren't enough, I'm doing the pre-season rewatch and just saw the episode with the baby box this evening, so I'm also looking forward to seeing how the boys handle it together in the switcheroo.

🚨🚨🚨🚨

🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

🫶🏼, ~Maxi

HI MAXI!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!

12 for 🚨:

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“I’m sorry you didn’t save those other people,” Chris whispers. “But you saved me.”

Buck takes a deep breath. His eyes are glued to Christopher. 

“And I get to be alive,” Chris says. “And live here, with you. And you get to be my second dad. So that’s good, right?”

He asks the last part in the tiniest, most hopeful voice Eddie has ever heard. Like he’s terrified to hear, no, sorry, it’s not enough. Eddie looks at Buck with pleading eyes. Don’t turn him away right now. 

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27 for 🦷:

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Eddie drops his hand to his side stiffly, embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles. 

Christopher’s mouth shifts to the side strangely; an expression Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen him make before. Like he’s holding his jaw at a very uncomfortable angle, teeth all out of alignment. 

“You have a mustache,” Christopher says. 

“Yeah,” Eddie replies, raising his hand to touch it a little self-consciously.

“Why do you have a mustache?” He asks.

Question of the damn month.

“Uh, I don’t know.” A lie. Great start, Eddie. “I needed a change, I guess.”

“It looks sort of weird,” Chris says.

Eddie tries not to sigh. “That’s what Chimney says, too.”

“What does Buck say?” Chris asks. 

A tiny smile finds its way to Eddie’s mouth. 

“He likes it,” Eddie replies. 

“Okay, well don’t do that stupid thing where you twirl the endings,” Chris warns. 

“I won’t,” Eddie promises. Not even a thought in his mind, truly. “Uh, you ready to go home?”

It’s a loaded question, Eddie knows. But he doesn’t mean it more generally. He just means, is Chris ready to get out of this damn airport.

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27 for ☠️:

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“I’m just hoping Maddie and Chimney are having a good time on their vacation,” Athena says. “They really deserve it, don’t you think?”

Bobby smiles. “Yeah. They really do.”

vi.

The next day, Athena does the only thing she can think to do. The only thing that feels right. 

She gives Hen a chance. 

Of all the members of the 118 implicated in Gerrard’s death - as far as Athena and only Athena knows - Hen is the one she feels she owes the most benefit of the doubt. They’ve been close friends for over a decade. They know each other very well. They trust each other. So she has to give Hen a chance to dispel Athena’s doubts. 

Then she will decide how to move forward. 

She arrives at Hen and Karen’s without warning. She doesn’t want to give them a chance to prepare. Consult with Buck and Eddie. Though maybe they already have, given the grocery store run-in. Regardless, Athena wants their most spontaneous reaction possible. 

“Athena?” Karen asks, eyes wide, when she opens the door. “Did you and Hen have plans?”

“No,” Athena replies. Karen’s hesitation at seeing her is answer enough. “I was hoping to talk to her though. Is she home?”

Karen nods quickly. “Yeah, she is.”

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15 for 🚨:

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“I’m sorry,” he says to Christopher. “I know. You’re right, buddy. That’s so… That’s so good.” 

Eddie exhales, relieved.

“Do you remember what you said?” Chris asks him.

Buck pulls out of the hug a little to look at him.

“When?” He asks shakily.

“During the tsunami,” Chris clarifies.

“What did I say?” Buck asks. He looks like he really isn’t sure what Christopher remembers. 

[bloodthirstybuckley]

Okay but one of my BTHB prompts is “pleading” 🤔 there’s also “compelling voice”

Also asdfghj let’s be real vampires could be classified as demons. There’s just so many good ideas with this!

Buck being persistent and annoying with his temptation, he’s in Eddie’s dreams (nightmares?), he’s there when Eddie is leaving the church at night. I can see him being a little shit like “oh, I’m just speaking my mind, Father, you’re the one getting defensive~ I wonder, am I striking a chord~?”

Hey can I be a bit blasphemous here? Of course I can, it’s my own blog.

Saw this horny post and now I’m thinking about an au where Eddie is a good Catholic man being tempted by demon!buck and I’m feeling very normal about it.

[emcscared-whumps]

Johnstone, Johnstone, my darling boy Johnstone. "Pleading" on the BTHB card for him?

ID: Bad Things Happen Bingo Card

BTHB 1C - Pleading

BTHB Masterpost

Sorry about the wait, but I don't like rushing UwU Johnnybastard is certainly tough to make plead, but I think I have a way of forcing him :)

CONTENT AND WARNINGS: Dehumanisation, it/its as dehumanising pronouns, whumper turned whumpee, this episode, on 'How Homoerotic Could This Conceivably Get?' (even though Dathrir's gender is unfathomable, the spirit is there, (it's sfw tho dw)), wait, how the FUCK did I write hand whump (sliced thumb, EW), noncon turning (not a vampire thing, but a demon thing... even though vampires are a type of demon in these realms... idfk but Johnstone gets the worse deal) it's not transformation /yet/, forced blood drinking

wc: ~1k

“On your knees.”

Dathrir grabbed the restrained human’s throat, and with their free hand, their fingers wandered through its hair, and the clawed tips scraped over its scalp. The threat sent a chill down the human’s spine despite the snarl that stayed fixed on its face.

It took nothing to force it down, despite its viciously growled protests.

Compared to when he stood tall as a House Master, the human in front of them was small. It was probably the ragged clothes, and grimy, bloodied face that gave that impression.

Fallen from humanity’s grace.

A traitor.

A smile crept onto their features. “What a fun game…” they purred.

Fury burnt in those strange, odd coloured eyes. Dathrir recalled that eyes of odd colours were unusual in humans. It’d make a striking demon…

The human gnashed at the cloth gag, as if sensing the malice Dathrir exuded. The way it tried to cling desperately to any power or authority it previously had was amusing, but did not excuse its insubordination and crimes.

“You stole that belunae from me, you know. By getting greedy, sloppy. By getting stupid. I thought you were one of the more intelligent ones. If you had simply followed protocol, well... perhaps even... made a special request...” Dathrir drawled, “we wouldn’t be in this little mess now, would we?”

Their wandering fingers snapped shut and gripped a fistful of ratty blond hair, tearing scalp. The human let out a muffled roar that was as angry as it was pained. Blood seeped through its hair and a thin trail slid down its forehead.

“Hm, let me think… You failed to appoint another Head Hunter, lied in reports on multiple occasions, knowingly appointed a belunae in your Squad—one that you should have passed up—and you kept another as a pet in your little power fantasy. I must say, I admire your ingenuity… but not your stupidity.”

The human glared.

“Sorrel Johnstone, wasn’t it?” they asked. A shadowy smirk darkened their features as they tugged the gag from the human’s mouth. They spoke again, “You broke the House Order. Beg for forgiveness you pathetic fucking dog—give me one good reason not to execute you for treason, and I just might let you live.”

“NEVER, YOU FUCKING PRAT,” it spat.

Dathrir’s eyes narrowed, “You might consider trying again.”

“I. Will. NEVER YIELD!”

“Ever the fool… That’s okay though, I’ll enjoy spilling your blood.”

In a flash, a blade spun in their hand, the tip finding the snarling human’s throat.

The human inhaled sharply and froze, eyes going wide with an entertaining mixture of fury and fear.

Dathrir hummed a giggle, “Cat got your tongue…?”

The spark of defiance in the human’s eyes brightened to flames at the taunt. Its body quivered. Dathrir could hear the way the human’s hands worked in their bindings, itching to break loose and unleash the rage that so clearly roiled within. In the face of Dathrir, the bravery was almost admirable—it was willing to start a fight it surely knew it would lose. Then again, bravery was just a term to comfort the foolhardy.

Dathrir released the human, but not after a light swipe that left a fine, weeping mark across its throat. Perhaps now it would consider the command.

“This can go on as long as you’d like, but I’m sure you’d like to get back to business and rebuild your House,” they said with a quirked eyebrow. “So, why don’t you make it quick. Beg sweetly for me, and I will let you go.”

This got the human’s attention.

Clearly, it had expected to die here, but a change in tactic seemed to yield the results Dathrir desired. The rage still burned beneath its skin, its heavy breathing was a sure tell.

“Let me go,” Johnstone started in a low tone.

“Tsk tsk, the magic word...?”

“Please. Let me go please.”

“Oh I’m sure you can do better,” Dathrir quipped, “after all, you’ve heard it plenty of times, haven’t you?”

Even if only a mockery, the human’s next attempt was at least a fraction more believable, “Please let me go—I’ll do anything...!”

They would make them beg.

Dathrir stroked its hair. “Good boy... That wasn’t so hard now was it? There’s just one more thing before you go,” they drawled with an odd smile, unlocking the cuffs that bound the human.

“And what’s that?” it said, strangling its harsh tone.

Perhaps there was hope, it knew its unspoken boundaries and attempted to adhere, if only as a means to an end.

“This—” Dathrir sliced their thumb on the knife. Thick, dark blood immediately pooled at the tip and dribbled down in a fast stream. Dathrir lunged at the human faster that, it could blink, and shoved their thumb between its lips.

The human recoiled instantly at the taste of Dathrir’s foul blood and tried vainly to spit it out. Dathrir sealed its mouth, but it bit down hard through its clear disgust, tearing at their skin with blunt teeth, clearly trying to dismantle their hand one digit at a time. Had Dathrir been human, they would have screamed.

Instead, what they called pain was a warmth that blossomed and spread up their thumb and through their hand. The tears in their skin simply released more of their blood, prompting a muffled, frustrated scream from the human at their mercy. It struggled harder. It gave up causing them pain, instead trying to quell the sickening burning in their mouth and remove the substance that caused it.

Dathrir smiled, satisfied when the human had swallowed enough. They released it suddenly, letting it hurl itself across the floor. Blood glistened on its lips and the corners of its mouth, and more, mixed with saliva dribbled out of its mouth as it coughed and gagged, groaning lowly.

“What the fuck was that,” the human spat in a raspy voice.

Dathrir smiled, revealing fangs. “Oh,” they purred, “you’ll see.” It won’t be human for much longer, they thought, to be hunted by one’s own people is the most fitting punishment for a traitor.

“Guards, get rid of it. Take it to an alley near here, and then leave me,” they said, “I’d like to watch the show.”

“What the fuck—do you mean, you demon piece of shit?!” the human seethed between coughs.

Before Dathrir deigned to give another vague answer, the human twisted suddenly with a scream, no doubt caused by the corruption that flooded its body.

“Make it stop—! ARGH!” it yelled, agony cracking its strained voice. “Let me go and I’ll—consider letting—you live! If the other houses found out—”

“They won’t,” Dathrir said, “they haven’t for almost a thousand years~ Besides, no one would ever listen to a demon.”

“Let me FUCKING GO!” it screeched, leaping up and lunging toward Dathrir.

The guards caught it and held it back a mere inch from the unflinching Dathrir’s throat. It scrabbled in their hold, the bout of corruption seemingly over. The first ones they endured, Dathrir noted, always seemed less severe, and were shorter. For now, the pathetic creature that struggled restrained before them, murder in their eyes, would be fine. Perhaps it wouldn’t even notice what was happening until it was too late.

It was always captivating to see what a hunter would do when stripped of their humanity. Perhaps this one would be especially interesting, given its ego.

Dathrir hummed lowly, an ominously victorious, jovial sound, “As you wish.”

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BTHB—Pleading

This is meant to contrast with BTHB—Fingore, but you don't need to have read it to read this. There's not really any CWs in this one tbh

“Come on,” Anastasia stopped Kai before they could disappear into their room for the night, a hand on their shoulder turning them toward her.

“Ma’am,” Kai startled. “I was just g-”

“Come,” She interrupted, increasing the pressure on their shoulder. Not enough to pull, but they followed her, still hesitant but showing no overt resistance. She lead them to a room they were familiar with, meant for punishments, though there was rarely any purpose of chastisement behind what was done to them there. The same hand ended up at the base of their neck, pushing them against a wall, followed by a quiet order to take their shirt off.

“Please, ma’am. Not today.” Even as they tried to refuse, they followed her order, unbuttoning their jacket and handing it to her.

Anastasia did not reply, taking Kai’s jacket and shirt before unceremoniously throwing it onto the table in the centre of the room, her hand never leaving Kai’s back. They closed their eyes, silent as she pulled out a knife and carved a straight line down their back, from their left shoulder blade to their waist.

“Anastasia, please,” Kai tried to turn to face her as soon as the blade lifted from their skin, before she could continue. “I’ll be good, I swear. Could we please do this some other time?” She could do this whenever she wanted, they knew that, and they did not have the choice to fight her. Still, they squirmed as they asked, trying to get her to understand that they really didn’t want this.

“It’s okay, Kai, I won’t take long. You just have to take it.” She pressed them harder into the wall, but the only touch she gave them was one hand, the other not even resting on their skin as only a few millimetres of metal dug into their back. They weren’t sure if it would be better if there was more of a gentle touch, a hand brushed over exposed skin to soothe. Maybe that would only add to the unwelcome burn of pain now, every sensation filling what little free space was left in their mind after a long day.

The lines kept digging in, each one deeper than the previous and more painful. Kai alternated before straining their head back, trying to pull away as much as possible without it counting as fighting back, and resting their forehead on the cool concrete, tears streaming down their face. “I can’t-” They gasped out when half of their back was covered in long cuts, and the latest ran down their spine until it dipped into the divot at their waist, sending a spark through their body and seized every muscle they could feel. “Please, Anastasia, I can’t.” Can’t relax like they always did. Can’t enjoy it after what they did today, their head filled with images of how they hurt someone who was not like them, who couldn’t enjoy it but had to face it anyway.

“Please, please, no,” The next cut cued more tears, no longer silent as they choked on a sob, and they repeated the same two words over and over like a prayer. They knew what Anastasia thought, that they wanted this and she was only doing it for them. Maybe they deserved it for what they did today, but they didn’t want it now, couldn’t even try to want it. Please, Anastasia, no more. Please. They couldn’t tell if Anastasia heard them, if they even succeeded in forcing the words past their lips. The only relief is that Anastasia was always predictable when she was like this, and Kai knew that they could be done once the right side of their back was laid full with the same long lines of red. Before then, all they could do was beg, hoping the pleas would fill their mind more than any memories.

“Good work,” Once Anastasia was done, all she offered was the short praise and a firm pat on their shoulder. It should’ve been enough, it usually was. Usually, the acknowledgement that they’ve done well enough for her was enough as the haze of pain lulled them to sleep, but tonight, as she walked them back to their room in silence, holding their clothes for them, all they could think of was their own voice, capable of speaking only two words. No. Please.

[ultracreativelywritten]

I tried to post this last night, but something went wrong. 

I was in the mood for fire emblem three houses.

“Claude?” Lorenz looked over at his once schoolmate, now friend with confusion.

“Yes, love?” The violet-haired male shivered as Claude walked towards him.

“Please don’t do this.” Silent tears fell from Lorenz’s face.

“Why are you crying, my love?” Claude kissed the side of the lord’s face, licking some of the tears away. “Would you like some tea?”

“Please-” Lorenz was cut off as Claude pulled him into a kiss.

“I have your favorite right over here~” 

“Please don’t hurt them.” 

“Hurt who?” Claude handed Lorenz the cup of tea.

“My people… Our people, our classmates, the professors!” Lorenz took a shaky sip of the tea, “what in this?”

“What do you mean? I would never hurt you, or any of our friends.” Claude’s grin grew as Lorenz’s eyes tried to stay open.

“Please, don’t hurt them.”

“Never my love.” Claude took the tea cup and placed a kiss on Lorenz’s forehead and played with his hair as the lord fell asleep.

[moonstonemoonlight]

Pleading - DS Dream and DS Nightmare

Dreamswap by Onebizarrekai

Warning for mild violence

Nightmare hated the cells. It was dark, it was cold, and the very air felt heavy with dread like a noose around his neck that he would one day fail to escape. Thank stars for Error and Cross or he might not have gotten out those past times, given the new defences in JR. Sneaking out alone was a lot harder than it used to be.

He had tried already to slip out of the handcuffs, but they were too tight - way too tight, unnecessarily tight, he doubted he could get them off even if he broke his thumbs - and the entire cell was carved with runes that suppressed his magic, even if he did somehow manage to get the cuffs off.

Giving up for the time being, Nightmare lay on one side on the cot and let himself rest a bit. It was sometime in the middle of the night and he was tired even if he didn’t dare sleep here. He just had to hope that Cross and Error realised he was gone and could save him soon, or that he could find a way out himself.

Some time later, he heard shuffling and footsteps nearby, and turned on his side. Nightmare assumed it was another prisoner being brought in, but the footsteps came towards his cell. He only had a few moments to sit up and tense before they were unlocking his cell, opening the door, and he launched himself at the first one who entered. The first guard was stunned still for a moment, but the other wasn’t and grabbed at Nightmare before he could make it out the door, picking him up by the back of his shirt as the negative guardian kicked the air. The guards grumbled and with difficulty got a firm hold on him, carrying him out of the cell between them. Nightmare struggled somewhat dejectedly, knowing he had missed his best bet at freedom, and wondered if he was being taken to the lab for the infrequent tests he got when he was captured. But why in the middle of the night? Usually nothing happened until the morning.

The corridors were familiar at first, heading towards the medical facility, but a few turns took them into an area Nightmare had never seen before. He began to feel a knot of unease in his chest despite telling himself everything was going to be fine. Finally they entered a room and Nightmare wished he was back being dragged through corridors; most of the room space was taken up by a huge looming machine, massive gleaming pipes snaking around the corners and two person-sized pods prominently displayed and hooked up. It looked nothing like anything he’d seen in the labs. With growing panic Nightmare kicked at the guards, earning a grunt and a whack to the back of the head, but as they approached one of the pods his struggling became frantic.

“No! Let me go! You’re not putting me in there!” He had a horrible suspicion what the machine was for. He kicked at the lid of the pod but failed to shatter it, squirmed around like a madman to try and stop the guards from tying his legs down to the board inside, his handcuffed arms hung on a hook above his head despite his efforts, his yelling and protests going ignored. Once his legs were tied down Nightmare was reduced to pulling at the binds and trying to work the handcuffs off the hook, starting to shake. He told himself it was adrenaline. The lid of the pod closed over him and everything outside was muffled, but he could still clearly see the moment Dream walked into the room.

Golden light tinted the walls and the CEO of JR himself stepped in, wings tightly folded, and started talking to the guards. He didn’t even look in Nightmare’s direction. Nightmare couldn’t make out everything, but he heard something about being unable to follow standard policy and ‘part of a separation procedure’. It felt like the breath was knocked out of him for a moment and he forced himself not to choke on his panic. “No no no-! You can’t do this!” He thrashed in the pod, as much as he was able. His shouting gained Dream and the guards’ attention, but his words went unacknowledged. Dream ushered the guards away to stand by the door as a Sans in a lab coat came in. Nightmare shouted as Dream approached the other pod, “Dream no don’t- Please don’t! Dream!”

He saw Dream flinch as he hesitated to open the pod. The Sans did it for him. Nightmare felt panic well up inside him; he didn’t want to die.

“Nono Dream brother please don’t please! I don’t want to die! Please mercy!” The words left a bitter taste in his mouth but he hardly registered it, writhing in place like a man possessed. His pleading and crying went ultimately unheeded. Before he could say any more Dream turned his face away, disappeared inside the pod and the Sans went to a control panel. Nightmare felt like he was hyperventilating, unable to scream from the words and sobs clogging his throat. The Sans pushed a button. Within moments he felt pain lance through him like fire and heard them both scream.

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Consciousness came back to him fuzzily, stirring faintly as he felt his legs being untied. Everything ached and burned unpleasantly. His magic was out of sorts and battered, weak and worn out, feeling… different.

There was movement and his hands were brought down gently and he was being lifted, held. He felt warmth. He’d expected pain and fear and discomfort, not warmth. Something wet stung his cheeks and a hand lightly wiped it off, rubbing a circle on his cheekbone before disappearing. Voices murmured but they were speaking too quiet for him to make out in his half aware state, he only shifted and clung to the warmth holding him, cracking open sleepy eyesockets to get a look around. He saw bright yellow and orange and grumbled, burying his head into the soft, bright fabric as he closed his eyes again. The brightness was too much, almost headache inducing, and he’d rather go back to sleep. Something important lingered in the back of his mind, like a heavy weight, but it wasn’t enough to bring him back to full awareness; instead he lay in someone’s arms and felt himself being jostled slightly as they walked, an echo of footsteps reaching him, a gentle touch ghosting over his face. And there was quiet, sorrowful whispering that he couldn’t decipher, and the faintest impression of a kiss left on his forehead.

Whoo!

[devirnis]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon @princessfbi MWAH 💋

Feeling the itch to write more hurt/comfort BTHB fics, so have some more of the follow-up to The Shadows of Every Spark

Buck shifts in the chair again, drawing Maddie’s gaze back to him. He doesn’t dare shake his head, but his pleading is evident in his eyes. Don’t do it, he’s begging her. Save yourself. Maddie steels herself in determination. She’s getting them both out of this; she just has to wait for the right moment. She shrugs off her jacket and snaps the handcuffs on. Without being asked, she walks over to Doug and presents her wrists for inspection, and Doug smiles with such pride that it makes Maddie’s skin crawl. Evidently satisfied with her restraints, Doug fists the back of Buck’s shirt and yanks him out of the chair. Buck grunts out a muffled noise of surprise as he struggles to get his feet under him, and Maddie has to resist the urge to reach out and steady him.  “Jacket over the handcuffs,” Doug reminds her. “And then you’re going to check to make sure we have a clear shot to the street.” “And then what?” Maddie asks, picking up her jacket. “We’re going for a drive.”

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[blackberry-bloody]

Masterlist

This is a masterlist for my written content!

And if you like any of these, I have a Discord server that I'm working on putting content in! It's pretty chaotic, but it's fun!

While there is some overlap between series, since they all take place within the same universe, they can be read independently of each other.

Also, Stay down, doesn't really have an order to be read in, It's very up in the air and a bit jumbled. So while some context may be lost, it can essentially be read in any order (as it stands right now. This may change later.)

Meet my ocs-

Meet Mibium

Meet Berkley

Series-

Pick Your Poison:

Masterlist

A Choose your own adventure whump story where the player/reader is the whumpee to a mad scientist.

Contains: Lab whump, creepy whumper, paranoia and gaslighting, horror elements.

Characters: Berkley, Mx. Doe, Rain, Marley

Stay Down:

Dayzel's half- A somewhat jumbled story of Dayzel, a demon, and the multiple bouts of whumping he has endured throughout his life.

Contains: Living weapon whump, villain whumpee/outcast whumpee, whumper x whumpee, spousal abuse, manipulation/gaslighting, defiant whumpee, self-loathing whumpee

Characters: Dayzel, Mibium, Rupert, Nox, various background characters from flashbacks.

Nox Marking him

BTHB Pleading

"Have You come to Laugh at me in my miserable state?"

Unforgivable

Sensory Deprivation

Zapping

Dayzel's rescue pt.1

Dayzel's rescue pt.2

Sleep

Mibium's half- A "spinoff" in flashbacks about Mibium's time as a whumpee in Hell as an angel.

Contains: Creepy/intimate whumper, pet whump, objectification/dehumanization

Characters: Mibium and Octavian

BTHB Chained to a bed

BTHB Blindfolded

BTHB Non-con Touching

Overstimulated and Carewhumper

Half Lies and Hidden Truths:

Masterlist

Three connected stories, told separately through The Heart, The Mind, and The soul.

(Content and characters in masterlist)

Snake Bite:

Whumper Berkley- A story detailing his experiments on his two main whumpees, with some flashbacks to a previous whumpee.

Contains: Lab whump, horror tropes, multiple whumpees, lots of character death (non of the major characters, and offscreen/implied)

Characters: Berkley, Rain, Marley, Mindy (mentioned but not present)

Quiet and Lament Prompts

Whumpee Berkley- An "epilogue"/"spinoff" where he is captured by a demon when he's forced to visit Hell.

Contains: Creepy/Intimate whumper, whumper x whumpee, Stockholm syndrome, whumper turned whumpee, nsfwhump (any chapter involving this will be posted to @blackberry-sour-and-sweet)

Characters: Berkley, Octavian

(NSFWHUMP) Octavian being Bored

Failed escape

(Untitled) Demon Mishap:

A story idea about a demon having been "accidentally" kidnapped and sold to a high ranking demon who's eager to break him in.

Conatains: Creepy/Intimate whumper, pet whump, institutionalized slavery, defiant whumpee, nsfwhump (any chapters containing this will be posted to @blackberry-sour-and-sweet)

Characters: to be announced later :)

(Untitled) Space demons:

A story about two bounty hunters in the far, far future when humans/angel/demons have begun exploring the stars.

Contains: Scif-fi whump, enemies to lovers, "enemy of my enemy is my friend" trope, morally bankrupt/ villain whumpees

Characters: Zeke, Omen, (others tbd later)

Lore/worldbuilding-

Timeline

Claim Marks/Magic brands

One offs, RP, extras, and non-canon-

Random Mindy fact

Nox, Rupert, Berkley whumper answer

Berkley whumper answer

Character questions (cheese, flexible, and pets)

Character questions (touch starved, sleep, breaks, and strength)

Character questions (smooth talker, graceful/clumsy, instruments, self-sacrifice)

Magic "anon"- Human Fates

Octavian, Rupert, Nox whumper answers

Berkley Whumper answers (with Mindy)

Nox, Nom, Octavian character questions

Whumpee Nox 1/2

Whumpee Rupert

Dayzel "red flags"

Dayzel tattoos

Rupert= Malewife potential?

Character questions (mibium)

DnD content-

Forgotten Familiarites- A DnD campaign run by @obsessedwithegos for myself and @emmettnet

Contains: Self sacrifice, religious trauma(?), abysmally low self esteem, whumpee being reckless/lacking self-preservation, character death (mentioned)

Characters: Nom and Alithea (both belong to me), Dirk, Teddy, Dirce (belong to @/emmettnet), Nilam, Selin, Aevid, Kavius, Mantra, various other NPCS, etc. (all belong to @/obsessedwithegos)

BTHB "I just want to have friends"

Help prompt

Laugh

Falling Feathers- A homebrew campaign I'm running for @/emmettnet and @/obessedwithegos.

Contains: Lab whump, non-con body modifications, major character death (temporary), reluctant whumpers, carewhumper, living weapon whump, multiple whumpees, whumper viewing/treating whumpee as "family", whumpee turned whumper, horror tropes

Characters: Denice (belongs to @/emmettnet), Eliza/Esheh (belongs to @/obsessedwithegos), Berkley, Marley, Rain, Dren, Mindy, The Fates, various NPCs, etc. (all belong to me)

[mythgirlimagines]

BTHB Masterlist

1- Self-harm (Syomaru, Danganronpa)

2- Shot with an Arrow (Honami, Project Sekai)

3- Hyperventilating (Katarina, Hamefura)

4- Facing their Phobia (Tokohina, Danganronpa)

5- Superpower Overload (Komaru, Danganronpa)

6- Survivor’s Guilt (Aoyama, DVHS)

7- Pleading (Miyuki, DVHS)

8- Scar to Remember (Makoto, Danganronpa)

9- Never Got to Say Goodbye (Saki, Project Sekai)

10- "Get Well Soon" Gift (Leo/need, Project Sekai)

11- Comatose (Ishikawa, DVHS)

12- Not Used to Freedom (Sora, Hamefura)

13- Hypothermia (Rei, Pokemon)

14- Neglect/Abandonment (Keith, Hamefura)

15- Secret Caretaking (Ichihona, Project Sekai)

16- Busted Lip (Korekiyo, Danganronpa)

17- Tonsillitis (Aoyama, DVHS)

18- Misunderstanding (Geokata, Hamefura)

19- Loss of a Pet (Toko, Danganronpa)

20- I Will Only Slow You Down (Hiyobuki, Danganronpa)

21- The Silent Treatment (Ruikasa, Project Sekai)

22- Road Rash (Katarina, Hamefura)

23- Attack the Injury (Chat Noir, Miraculous)

24- Spinal Injury (Hajime, Danganronpa)

25- Terminal Illness (Oshiro, DVHS)

Honorable Mentions:

-Never Got to Say Goodbye (Katarina, Hamefura)

-Busted Lip (Alan, Hamefura)

[whumpwillow]

whump tropes i like

by no means an exhaustive list as I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting, but here’s quite a few (mostly garnered from various posts and bthb cards) 

—

hiding an injury

knife to the throat

forced to beg

broken ribs

slammed into a wall

stumbling and staggering

trapped in a net

bruises

shot with an arrow

buried alive

impaled palm

grabbed by the hair

through the cold

used as bait

‘more expendable than you’

‘take me instead’

locked in a cage

hand stomp

carved mark

tied to a chair

shock collar

collared and chained

painful wound cleaning

‘leave me alone’

worked himself to exhaustion

nightmares

taking the blame (for what, idk)

self-loathing

sleep deprivation

‘dont you dare pity me’

cry into chest

fever

voice breaking

backhand slap

black eye

‘it’s all my fault’

crying themselves to sleep

prisoner exchange

touch starved

no anesthetic

defeated and trophified

caretaker kissing whumpee’s scars

caretakers gently changing the dressings/bandages of whumpee's wounds and murmuring soothing nothings as they hiss and wince in pain

Brushing their hand through the whumpee’s hair to soothe them

holding them while they cry

Sitting with whumpee while they have their wounds treated, maybe letting them grip their hand as some way of dealing with the pain

Helping whumpee get up when they fall/ helping them walk by letting the whumpee brace themselves on them

Letting the whumpee rest their head on their chest or shoulder

lost their voice from screaming

stitches

whipping

power fatigue / exhaustion

hair matted with blood

caretaker cradling whumpee in their arms

electrocution

muzzled

hiding an illness

conditioning / conditioned whumpees

locked up and left behind

damaged wings

shaking and shivering

grabbed by the chin

hidden scar

passing out from the pain

‘please don’t leave me’

forced to participate in prize fight

taunting

humiliation

captivity

beaten with a cane

panic attack

vivisection

traumatic touch aversion

betrayal

grabbed by the hair

trail of blood

hurts to breathe

‘dont let them see you cry’

on a leash

surrender

shackled / handcuffed

forced to hurt someone

dehumanization

tearful smile

black eye

blindfolded

clawing at own throat

flashbacks

trying not to cry

banished

broken / bloody nose

kick them while theyre down

dissociation

dragged by the ankle

nervous breakdown

bloodstained clothes

fever

bundled up in blankets

betrayal

losing their temper

caught in a storm

bleeding through the bandages

hypothermia

rejected apology

broken angel

magical curse

used in sacrifice / ritual

chained to a wall

survivor’s guilt

tied to a pole

outnumbered in a fight

‘get it over with’

hyperventilating

trust issues

on the run

bounty on their head

hostage video

dragging themselves along the ground

isolation

made a slave

public execution / torture

pleading

reluctant caretaker

misunderstanding

wrongfully accused / arrested

loneliness

‘should have been better’

made a lab rat

trying not to cry

undeserved reputation

branding

pleading

disowned by family / team

hallucinations

forced to kneel / bow

enemy turned caretaker

unhealthy coping mechanisms

bedside vigil

coughing up blood

fainting

memory loss / amnesia

rage against the reflection

delirium

prank gone wrong

compelled / ensorcelled

self blame

disproportionate retribution

truth potion / serum

magical exhaustion

cleaning Whumpers shoes

nervously tapping the bell on their collar

accidental confessions

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sorry for the long post, its not letting me add a readmore with the bullets :>

[ravens-words]

congrats again ej!! 🥀 + tarlos + “it hurts” + " it's okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up." please!

Thank you for the prompt, Jamie! (And sorry it's so late lol)

Hope you enjoy it!

Combined with this prompt for bthb

bring me to life

"It hurts," Carlos choked out, his whole body shaking with the cough that followed.

"I know," TK said shakily, pressing down on the gaping wound in his boyfriend's chest, heart in his throat as he tried to stop the bleeding.

Carlos wasn't going to make it.

TK knew that with a sickening, distant sort of certainty.

"I-I lo- I love you," Carlos stuttered, coughing again, and by the end of it, there was a trail of blood coming out of his mouth.

A numbness unlike any other washed over TK, even as his chest, his whole body, heaved with sobs.

"Hold on," he whispered around the lump in his throat, "please, Carlos, for me."

Carlos smiled at him, but it was pained, and he looked terrified. "S-sorry, sweetheart," he muttered, lips twitching up into a small smile that was a mock imitation of his usual ones, the ones that never failed to light up a room, or make TK's heart feel like it was two sizes too big for his chest.

TK was a paramedic, and yet, he could do nothing to save the one person he would give anything to save.

TK wasn't supposed to fail him.

Carlos took a shallow breath in.

He choked on it.

TK held his breath.

"Carlos," he whispered, hand pressing hard on his chest.

The chest that was now still.

Too still.

"Carlos?"

Unseeing eyes were open, unblinking and unbothered by the rain TK was just now noticing.

"No, no, no," he muttered as he interlaced his fingers and started doing compressions.

1

2

3

4

5

"Carlos, please wake up," he pleaded with him, even though he knew it was too late.

His heart hurt, his chest hurt, but he kept it up. Kept pressing on his chest, hoping for a miracle.

"I love you," he sobbed, burying his face in his boyfriend's too still, too cold, chest.

He waited for his arms to come up and wrap around him, but they didn't.

TK sat up, and he dragged Carlos into his lap, pulling him into an a tight embrace.

"Come back to me, please."

He didn't know how he would ever be able to let him go.

But Carlos' eyes stayed closed, and his chest stayed still.

TK pressed a kiss to his forehead and closed his eyes.

“Come back.”

.

TK gasped, taking in one deep breath after another, at a rate that he was distantly aware of being too fast. He wanted to sit up, wanted to slow down his breathing, but it was as if he was paralyzed and all he could see was the pale lifeless body of his boyfriend, too still in his arms.

His boyfriend.

Carlos.

"Carlos?"

No answer. With some difficulty, he moved his too heavy limbs and managed to turn to his side, hand already outstretched towards Carlos' side of the bed.

He wasn't there.

His blood turned to ice in his veins and it felt like the whole world screeched to a stop.

It had been a nightmare, right?

"Carlos?"

He clutched the sheets in one fist, his panicked breaths the only sound in the room. "Carlos?!"

No.

He wasn't dead.

"Carlos?!" He shouted, finally managing to drag his body into a seated position. "Carlos!"

"TK?!"

Relief hit him like a tidal wave, and he sagged forward, unable to hold himself up as sobs ripped through his chest like tiny  draggers.

There was the sound of pounding footsteps, and then-

Arms, safe and warm and strong, wrapped around him.

The chest that was pressed to his was expanding with each breath.

Alive.

TK pressed his forehead into Carlos' own, and lifted up a shaky hand to feel for his pulse.

Carlos let TK's hands roam his body, let him press soft, chaste kisses to every inch of exposed skin, and he didn't say a word.

He did, after a few minutes, attempt to pull away, though.

TK didn't let him.

He clung to him like a child, closing his eyes tightly, and let his forehead fall on the other man's shoulder.

A strong hand rubbed his back gently, while the other settled on his neck, the weight of it comforting.

For the first time since he woke up, TK took in a deep breath and was able to let it out slowly.

"You okay?"

He shook his head wordlessly.

"Nightmare?" Carlos asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah," TK whispered, voice hoarse.

"Same one?"

His voice was impossibly soft, but the words were heavy with guilt.

It was what made TK move away from his hiding place. "It wasn't your fault," he croaked, and despite his best effort, his eyes filled with tears. "It wasn't your fault, Carlos," he repeated, his eyes instinctively going to the red, four inch surgical wound on Carlos' chest. His hands found the raised skin, and though his touch was feather light, the muscles underneath tensed.

He tore his gaze away from the reminder, and met brown, guilty eyes.

"I'm still sorry you had to go through that."

He smiled, and was sure it didn't reach his eyes.

"You were the one who got shot," he reminded him, though it really wasn't needed, considering the countless times their positions had been reversed, and he'd been the one to comfort Carlos after he woke up from a nightmare about that same night.

"And you were the one who had to see me bleed out on the sidewalk," Carlos told him, and TK's eyes left his to go back to that red, jagged line that wasn't a scar quite yet, but was getting there.

He slowly, and gently, pulled at Carlos' hands, and when his boyfriend leaned into him, TK put both of his hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a soft kiss. Only when he tasted salt did he realize he hadn't really stopped crying since he woke up.

Carlos wiped away his tears, and TK clutched one hand, and pressed a kiss into the center of his palm. "I love you," he muttered thickly, and pushed him down onto the mattress.

Carlos didn't resist, merely stared at him, trusting, and waited for his next move.

TK wanted nothing more than to kiss him, and touch him, and have him do the same. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in Carlos' touches, and his kisses, but he also knew that they were both tired, and not exactly in the right headspace, so he settled for pressing a kiss on that puckered skin, the proof that Carlos was alive, here and safe, then one on each of his cheeks, and finally, he pressed his lips to Carlos’, and smiled into the kiss when Carlos deepened it. "I love you," he mumbled, pulling back to look down at the man he loved.

"I love you, too," Carlos told him, pulling him down and into his arms, "sleep," he urged him gently.

TK sighed. "I don't think I can."

"Try," Carlos insisted.

"I don't want to wake up alone again," he said, saying the words under his breath.

Carlos pressed a kiss to his hair. "It's okay. I promise you, I'll be here when you wake up."

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

For the BTHB... Villain with appendicitis?

Thank you for the ask!

Rupturing

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings: appendectomy, fever, anxious character, painkillers, pills, vomit, anesthesia, surgery, IV, needles, refusal of medical care

~

9:01. He was a minute late.

9:05. Five minutes late.

9:15. Hero started to pace around, kicking pebbles with her foot.

9:20. She was starting to get nervous. Villain was never, ever late.

9:30. Okay, this was getting absurd.

Hero stood up, grabbed her phone, and called Villain. It rang, but never clicked.

He didn't answer.

Hero bit her lip, a nauseating pit forming in her gut.

Something was wrong. Villain was always overly stressed about time and always showed up at nine- not a second too late.

So, naturally, being the anxious, paranoid worry wort that Hero was, she went to check up on him.

Of course, Hero spent all her freetime figuring out where Villain lived if there was an instance like the current one.

Upon knocking at the beige door, that nauseous feeling overcame her again. Something was wrong.

She busted through the door and immediately the eerie silence of the home startled her. Even though Villain lived alone, there would surely be a TV playing or the dishwasher going.

Hero searched through the various rooms. It was a normal house. Quaint and small with barely any decor apart from a few spontaneously placed plants. All the walls were painted with the same, dull blue that the sky had right before a storm. It was dreary and perfectly villainous.

"Villain!" Hero called, peeking into a room she assumed to be his bedroom. Apart from a shoddily made bed, it seemed as though Villain hadn't been in there for a long time.

The next room in the hallway was a bathroom. Hero stepped in there, ignoring the horrid stench, and examined the counters. Bottles of Tylenol and Ibuprofen were scattered about. His gnawed on toothbrush was laying by the sink as water slowly dripped from the faucet.

That didn't look spectacular.

Hero stepped out of the bathroom and turned the light off before turning and walking into a large room that seemed to be the kitchen and dining room combined.

"Hey Villain! Are you home?" Hero called again, observing how badly stocked the fridge and cupboards were. Basically, the only food that Villain seemed to store was ramen and some protein powder.

"Villain!" Hero yelled, getting nervous. Based on the state of his bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen, the villain seemed to be in rough state.

Or was that just her nervous tendencies kicking in?

The next room was without doubt the living room, though with those desolate walls, one may beg to differ.

In the center of the gray room was a dark cherry wood coffee table and a small armchair. And that was it.

Except for the body strewn across the ground.

Hero bounded over to the seemingly dead corpse and rolled it over to come face to face with Villain.

"Oh my gosh!" Hero exclaimed, thrusting her fingers by his neck to check for a pulse. It was there, thump... thump... thump...

"You okay?" Hero asked, smoothing the sweaty strands of hair out of his face. Villain blearily blinked his eyes open and shook his head.

"Stomach bug," he whispered.

Hero looked down at him skeptically. No, this wasn't just a stomach bug. He was obviously in pain and was likely running a nasty fever. And he looked so incredibly tired and weak.

"How long have you been like this?" Hero asked, putting Villain's heavy head in her lap.

"M day," he groaned, gasping for breath. "Stomach hurts."

"Where?" Hero asked. Villain lightly brushed his fingers over his right side.

"Oh okay bud. I think you have a fever," Hero said, taking his temperature with her hand. It was burning and he looked so pale.

"Yeah cold," Villain agreed, nodding the tiniest nod.

"Okay buddy," Hero murmured, stroking his flushed cheek. "I think we need to go to the doctor."

She recognized the symptoms. Her sister when they were kids got sick like this and they had to take her to the hospital. Hero was too young to exactly know what was going on, only that it was serious.

But Villain shook his head, aimlessly clawing at Hero's hand.

"No doctor. No doctor," he begged, then winced, whimpered and grabbed his right side. When he looked back up at Hero, there were tears in his eyes.

"Okay we are going now," Hero stood up with Villain in a bridal carry. He protested weakly, but then stilled. Hero stopped walking to see if he was still conscious by shaking him. He groaned.

Hero loaded Villain in the back seat of her truck and buckled him in around his chest and legs so he could safetly rest.

The drive to the hospital seemed longer than what it was. Every moment she got, Hero would look behind her to peer at Villain, and everytime he was still staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression.

Finally, they arrived. Hero barely put the vehicle in park by the time she was leaping out of the door and running to Villain's side.

"Hey! Hey!" Hero called when she ran into the hospital, placing Villain on a bench. Other patients stared at her and receptionists stood up to meet her.

"Bring him into the ER," one of the receptionists said as she grabbed a stack of papers and called the doctor. Hero gathered Villain back in her arms and ran into another room.

The receptionist handed Hero the stack of papers. "Fill these in to thr best of your ability. I'm going to get the doctor."

Hero sat on the raised hospital bed with Villain resting against her shoulder. He sighed contently and nuzzled his cheek to find a perfect spot. Hero looked over at him- he was almost asleep with his whole body splayed out and limp.

Hero wrapped her arm around his shivering body and rubbed his shoulder before answering some of the paperwork.

She was able to answer most of them relatively easily, but got stumped on occupation.

She couldn't just say villainy right?

"Hero, why hello. How is your arm healing?"

Hero looked up to see the doctor sauntering into the room, his blonde hair slightly tousled with pale gray shadows under his eyes- remnants of a busy day.

"Good, good," Hero said, putting the paperwork aside.

"Is this one of your team members?" The doctor asked, running a thermometer over Villain's forehead. He frowned at the reading.

"Not exactly," Hero replied, timidly. She rubbed Villain's hair as he stirred from the cool touch of the thermometer. He near immediately fell back asleep.

The doctor's face paled. "He's a villain? Hero you know-"

"Yes, I know, but look at him Doc," she gestured her head towards Villain's sagging body.

The doctor glanced at Villain for a moment. He then said, "Yeah, he's sick. I'm thinking appendicitis, but he's a villain. The hospital is not required to treat them, unless there's an order. Order as in signed by ten, high-ranking heroes. Besides, it'll endanger our staff."

"He can't even lift his head!" Hero exclaimed. "How is he going to be a threat under anesthesia? C'mon tell me."

"He could wake up..."

"As sick as he is? Not likely."

"A MRI scan could amplify his abilities."

Suddenly Villain coughed, interrupting the conversation. He groaned before expelling his stomach's contents on the floor.

"It's okay," Hero murmured, scowling slightly at the sight, before glaring at the doctor while raising her eyebrows.

The doctor sighed. "Lay him on the bed." Hero complied, laying the villain flat on the bed, adjusting his head to rest on the pillow.

The doctor took his hand and prodded at the right side of his stomach. Villain groaned, breathing heavily.

"He's going to need emergency surgery," the doctor said, standing up and trotting to a phone. "Nurse? I need a team of anesthesiologists for an appendectomy."

Hero grabbed Villain's hand. His forehead was creased in concern as he listened and watched the doctor's erratic movements.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll be right there with you," Hero soothed him. He seemed to relax, but his muscles did not let go of their tension.

"Okay. I am going to go get ready." The doctor left.

Soon after, a couple nurses came in and hooked Villain to an IV. He flinched, watching the small needle go into his elbow.

Hero grabbed his hand and rubbed it.

A couple more people sauntered in and injected a hypodermic needle into the IV line.

"Okay Villain, count down from ten."

"Ten... nine... eight... sev...ven...si." Villain looked over at Hero with pleading eyes before they drifted shut.

A nurse put a mask over his nose and he was wheeled away.

Hero waited in the lobby, twidling her thumb and reading health magazines. Every two minutes, literally, she would look at the clock and bite her lip.

After two hours, the doctor made his appearance.

"The surgery was successful. He is waking up now, so he will be very groggy, but his vitals are good. You can take him home."

"Don't you have to monitor him."

"Come back in two weeks for a check-up."

Hero walked into the ER and to Villain's bed. His eyes were half-lidded and he barely noted Hero's presence.

"Hey buddy," Hero cooed, stroking his head. "You scared me."

Villain didn't reply, just blinked very, very slowly. Soon, his blinks became longer until he drifted off.

Nervous, Hero called for a nurse. "Why is he sleeping?" She asked.

The nurse shrugged. "The effects of anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, so he'll be in and out for a while."

Hero nodded and sat back down.

"You can take him home, you know," the nurse said. "We don't keep villains for monitoring or over-night stays."

Hero groaned and looked at the nurse. "Well you should."

"But we don't. Please take him home, he's occupying beds that could be used for more important patients."

Hero rolled her eyes, but obeyed. She picked Villain up and helped him into his jeans, but left his shirt off to not irritate the stitches. Then, she rolled him to her truck in a wheelchair.

It was nearly midnight by the time Hero got Villain to her house and changed into something comfortable. He was dozing, but every movement seemed to awake him. He was totally and completely silent, allowing Hero to tuck him on her bed before sliding in next to him.

She wrapped her arms around Villain and pulled him in tight. He drifted off to sleep instantly, and Hero was not far behind.

When Hero awoke the next morning, she was sprawled across her bed with Villain laying on her stomach. She smiled and watched the slow rise and fall of his chest before carefully removing his head to go downstairs and prepare breakfast. After a quick research, she decided to make a bowl of pudding with toast and avacado.

Villain came down the stairs stiffly, groaning with each step, just as Hero put the bread in the toaster. She looked up just in time to see him lean heavily against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Hero scolded and gently led him to the couch to sit on.

"Heard you- engh," Villain winced, holding his side. "Downstairs."

"Okay," Hero sighed. "Do you remember anything from yesterday?"

"No not really. Just you and the hospital. Everything else is just a blank."

"You had an appendectomy," Hero explained, brushing the hair out of Villain's face. He jerked back and Hero pulled away. He was so cute and vulnerable when he was out of it.

"What's that?" Villain asked, but Hero had a sense that he knew and just wanted to fill the silence up.

"Your appendix was removed." The toaster clicked, so Hero went and grabbed the food.

Villain spooned at it for awhile before putting it towards the side. His face was pale.

"Not hungry," he said.

"You gotta eat."

"No," Villain slowly laid on the couch, his body seizing with every motion. "I'm tired..."

"Yeah, you had surgery, but please eat something so I can give you some painkillers."

Villain rolled his eyes, but allowed Hero to feed him some avocado and pudding. However, by the end of it, he was too exhausted to resist Hero putting two large pills in his mouth.

Between the pain meds and fatigue, it only took a few minutes for Villain to fall sound asleep.

Hero idly ate her own pudding and stared out the window. After finishing both her's and Villain's chocolate desert, she went to do dishes.

Then she showered.

Then she playing monopoly by herself.

And then she ate lunch.

All the while waiting for Villain to regain consciousness.

He did, eventually, and very slowly.

"How are you feeling."

"Bit dizzy," Villain admitted, rubbing his eyes. "How long was I out?"

"About," Hero looked at her phone. "Five hours, give or take one."

Villain groaned and quickly murmured an apology.

"Don't be. You are still a bit feverish and just came out of surgery."

Villain closed his eyes. Hero thought he might've fallen back asleep, but then he spoke,

"Thank you for taking care of me."

Hero smiled.

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BTHB: Bound and Gagged

BTHB: Bound and Gagged

Law and Order: SVU/ OC

@badthingshappenbingo

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"Can I tell you a secret?"

He whispers this question in her ear, ever so gently as if any noise or individual interrupts, his words will shatter.

She can't argue in her state, floating in between consciousness and pain and unconsciousness and a break from the pain.

"I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

Maybe it's an admission fueled by the state he and the others had found her in. Left in a cold room in the woods, bound, gagged, and drugged.

"We'd go somewhere simple," he continues. His voice is loud and clear over the muffled sounds of others talking and loud blaring sirens. "Take the kids, maybe somewhere rustic and quiet. No chaos of the city….just something simple, you know?"

On other days, maybe in the 'before ' whatever this 'friends for now 'state, she'd tease him for wanting a simple wedding over something heavily influenced by the church.

The 'before'- where they would sit at their desks, stare at each other wistfully before he'd return home to his family.

"And then I'd take you to Via dell'Amore in Italy and we'd walk," he whispers tearfully. Something soft touches her forehead and even as she continues to float, she can recognize on instinct when someone is kissing her forehead.

Which usually means goodbye.

"Sir-"

"Back-"

He can't leave her after all this, can he?

"Stay-"

"SIR-"

Since his return, she's tried her absolute hardest to ignore the return of the magnetic force that had always drawn her to his side.

God, she's missed that feeling.

By the encounter with Lewis, she had made peace that he was gone. She knew during those four dark days that as much as she prayed and craved, their connection was broken.

Same with Shelia taking Noah.

Or the numerous hostage situations she's been dragged into.

And now he's back and the connection is different yet just as strong as if he's never left. She'd felt it when assisting in the search for Eli, navigating the trial and the brief moments of consciousness when awake with Wheatley in the tattered, frigid room.

The two are meant to be by each other's side. Partners.

Something thrusts her body up, to the left and back down to a surface. She can feel him near although she can't see or hear him.

She can-

Something presses against her forehead and his voice returns in her ear.

"I love you."

Said with such conviction that's terrified her and kept her up at night since the intervention. Although fueled by PTSD and his grieving children surrounding him, she knows that the three words were his attempt to reach out to her.

"Stay with me," he pleads in her ear, just as she feels her body sinking further into darkness. "I love you."

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She wakes to curly hair and her boy's bright eyes staring up at her.

Noah immediately alerts the room’s occupants that she's awake before rambling about everything she's missed since disappearing the morning before. The twelve year old talks and asks questions until a doctor relieves him and begins a quick assessment.

As the doctor eyes the bandage covering the cuts caused by the handcuffs, she glances around the room until her eyes fall on her ex-partner in the corner, eyes brimming with relief.

They need to talk, she notes. She needs to confirm the words she remembers.

Did he mean what he had said?

Her eyelids droop and her breath settles down to a steady pace. He remains in the room's corner as the doctor focuses on the three inch cut above her clavicle.

"S'real?" She slurs.

The corner of his mouth turns upward slightly. "Yes, Liv. I'm real."

Her tongue brushes the bottom of her teeth , triggering a barely comprehensive, "My tongue…feels weird…"

He raises an eyebrow as the doctor scribbles something on his notepad. "You should rest, Liv."

No, she needs to talk and figure out if those words were real. But her body follows his suggestion and she drifts asleep.

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"Liv….no, no, no."

Something warm lifts her up a few inches and takes the pain and pressure off of her shoulder blades.

"Please, please- I GOT HER! OVER HERE!"

He'd found her.

And now holds her in the room with his body pressed against hers.

"You're so cold….stay with me, please. Ti voglio bene. Non lasciarmi, amore mio. Mi dispiace tanto.

I love you. Don't leave me, my love. I'm so sorry.

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She awakes to the sound of him snoring.

Waking up for the second time is clearer this time around.

No fuzziness, no darkness.

Just a headache and soreness in her wrists and ankles.

He's sleeping in an uncomfortable position, the tip of his head against her hip on the bed. She's tempted to run her fingers against the top of his ear and rub her thumb against the back of his ear as she's wanted to for decades.

I need you to wake up, she's ready to call out to him, I need to know why you said what you said.

Instead, he suddenly jerks his head up, eyes wide and analyzes her from head to toe for surety of her safety. It's an innate overprotectiveness that hasn't missed a step in twenty three years.

"You look uncomfortable," she comments.

He blinks. Uneasy of his own next words. "And you're awake. How are you feeling?"

I'd marry you.

"I'm fine, " she lies, even as a surprise to herself. She immediately goes for the safest path in their conversation. "What happened?"

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"He won't come for me, Wheatley," she sneers at Wheatley. He lowers her handcuffs on to the hook and begins to pull higher and higher until her toes dangle inches off the ground.

Wheatley's an efficient one, she'll give him that.

"Oh my dear, naive Captain Benson," Wheatley laughs, a hearty laugh of delight. His breath is thick with wine as he tears off a small piece of duct tape. "There is no doubt in my mind that Detective Stabler will forgo his duties as an officer to come save the love of his life."

"He abandoned-" She's immediately silenced when Wheatley presses the tape strip against her mouth.

"You can't be that blind, can you?"

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"I remember driving to the station and then everything goes blank," she lies. "There are bits and pieces of-"

"Wheatley took you and left you an old cabin outside of the city," he blurts out. His eyes fall to the crumpled sheets where his head once lay. "He drugged you and le-left you out to die because of me. "

"El-"

"I should have just put an end to this when I had him in the elevator."

He's spiraling. Falling deeper and deeper into his warrior complex and the failures he's too fearful to ask her about in his absence.

"Liv, I'm so sorry. I completely understand if-"

"I heard you." She says it- actually, blurts it out, stopping him mid ramble. It's a step outside of their tango of poor communication- furtive glances across the room and screaming matches on the roof.

Actually saying what they mean.

Actually communicating the two plus decades of hidden feelings, heartbreak and fears of what 'for now' could mean.

"What?" He stammers, his blue eyes wide and stunned.

She shifts underneath the thin hospital bed sheets, shivering at the sudden chill in the air. "I heard you. In the ambulance."

His eyes stay low. "You-you heard?"

"Your actions never match what you mean," her voice quickly rises as the frustration spills through. "You say things...things like-"

I love you.

In a parallel universe, it will always be you and I.

I'd marry you.

Another one that had slipped through her post-drugged haze comes to mind, just as frightening as the others. Somewhere between being lifted onto a stretcher, his voice, desperate and pleading, replays through her mind.

"It's always been you. Always."

He's moved his gaze from the sheets over to the window where fresh snow decorates the window sill. She doesn't remember snow when he had carried her out of the cabin in his arms.

"Elliot, what do you want?"

A soft chuckle escapes him. His eyes remain on the snow. "When I left, there was a noise, like an incessant ringing reminding me of my failures as a husband, father and a person. I ran and the noise got worse. Heavy and loud...and that noise ate me alive for ten years."

"Penance?"

"And then Kath suggested we go back and I thought maybe seeing you happy and with someone better-"

Not your goddamn decision, she screams silently.

"And then Kathy died. And I should have drowned but then I saw you and….the noise got quieter. Still angry, still guilt ridden but with you within reaching distance made it manageable." His eyes flicker over to her to confirm her still listening. "When I said what I said at the intervention, it was...it was finally ,briefly, quiet."

Her breath hitches. The anger fades quickly. He had been confident back then in his admission. So sure of the truth for one of the longest seconds of her life.

I love you.

And then he'd pushed her away.

And the stupid, awful, inconsiderate letter-

"Say it, Elliot. She challenges him. " If you actually mean-"

"I love you. I have loved you for over twenty years. " He speaks confidently but she can hear the hesitancy in his voice. " I know I have years of trying to get back to you trusting me but if I don't screw this up, Olivia, I'd marry you, if I could."

Her eyes sting with sudden tears and she blinks them away.

She wasn't pining or crazy. He loved her. Truly loved her.

"The noise quiets when I'm with you, Liv. When I found you…." He shakes his head, unable to finish his thought. "That's the truth, Olivia."

She analyzes his face for any signs of desperation or panic fueled by PTSD. She only finds worry, likely a result of the prolonged silence from her staring at him.

So much to say and yet she feels another round of fatigue growing in her. She can't pause their deepest conversation without some sort of peace offering.

So she sets a goal, something they can both hang onto while navigating the waters of the new version of themselves.

"You never finished telling me about Via dell'Amore. Last thing I heard was that we'd walk. Tell me the rest."

A small, hopeful smile appears. He's excited and careful as he begins to finish the rest of what could possibly be.

In this universe, if they do this right, it'll be him and hers.

Always.