#day 3 prompt: you're hurt. please just let me heal it. + hurt/comfort

[risuola]

Yoohoo!! Love your work, darling!

May I request a Megumi X reader for 22, 33, and 34?

Smut is optional honestly, free wheel!

Angst would be there I suppose.

Cheating? As you wish.

Violence and darkness? All up to you, darling.

I hope you have fun writing!

ALL MAD AND POUTY — F. READER x FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

Megumi might not be the best in expressing his feelings, so it's no wonder why when he saw you getting up close and personal with his best friend Yuji, he got all mad and pouty.

cw: angst, characters are aged up to 18+, cheating implied, hurt and blood briefly mentioned, fluff at the end — 2,1k words

PROMPTS: 22. You’ve got what you deserved. 33. It’s not what it looks like. 34. So, you cheated with my best friend?

a/n: thank you for the request! it gave me a chance to write for Megumi, so for me it's a win :3

"Why didn't you use your divine dogs?" you coughed, frustration evident in your voice as you pressed your hands onto the deep wound on your side, trying to stop the heavy bleeding. It was easily avoidable; you wouldn't have had to suffer the blow if your boyfriend had reacted as he usually did. But he looked at you from above, his eyes piercingly cold.

"I've decided they're unnecessary," he shrugged, unfazed by the crimson that was slowly soaking through your clothes. "Shoko will probably heal you, it doesn't look critical."

"Wow, that's great, thanks Megumi," muttering, you collected yourself from the ground and went straight to the car, so that Ijichi could drive you back to the high school and you could seek medical help. Fushiguro followed and in the back seat, you leaned against his shoulder, trying to find some comfort in the pain that pulsed through your nervous system, but he flinched the moment your head rested on his body.

"Can you sit up straight? I'm kinda tired."

"And I'm bleeding. What's the matter, Megu?"

"Well, you got what you deserved."

"What I deserv- what does that even mean, what I deserved?" you couldn't believe what you were hearing. One thing you were certain of – Megumi was angry and you had no idea why.

Two days had passed since Megumi had deliberately refused to help you on the battlefield. Your wounds were messy, but Shoko managed to treat them so well that you couldn't feel much more than subtle discomfort in your side, and to be honest, you were more consumed by thoughts of your partner's unusual behavior than anything else. Back in the car, he avoided any further conversation, turned his body to the window, sneering and paying you no mind for the entire ride, and you gave up trying to force the issue. When you arrived, he simply went his way, leaving you covered in blood, fortunately in the hands of Ijichi.

But his act had to have a reason, he wouldn't go all mad and pouty for nothing, and he certainly wouldn't endanger you for nothing. Well, you liked to think he wouldn't put you in danger even if you suddenly became his enemy, but things apparently changed.

"Megumi, may I?" you asked, knocking lightly on his door and pressing the handle, only to find that he locked the entrance. "Hey, Megu, we should talk."

"Do we have anything to talk about? I'm a little busy," his voice reached your ears from inside the room, a tone indifferent and cold, but you knew better than to believe it. There was a subtle undertone of hurt in both his voice and his demeanor, and the fact that you might have done something to hurt him sent you into a spiral of guilt and panic attacks. You spent two nights unable to sleep because of the raging thoughts in your head.

"Please talk to me, I need to know what happened. Hey, baby?" you tried, knocking again, this time softly, just to let him know that you're close and waiting. "Megumi, I won't leave before we talk. I'll stay here even if for the whole night."

Fushiguro groaned in annoyance. He really had no desire to look at you, listen to you or do anything with you. The fake, poisonous smiles you had been giving him for the last month made him sick of you, of Itadori, shit, he was even angry at Nobara, because who else would know everything if not her. Megumi felt stupid for not noticing it earlier, but when it hit him, it hit him hard.

That day, a month ago, he returned to school earlier than planned. His solo mission went smoother than expected and his mood was light and bright when he got out of Ijichi's car. He hoped to quickly reunite with his friends, who he always said annoyed him, but everyone knew it was his way of showing affection. He was also especially happy to reunite with you, his absolute best companion, a favorite person in the world, his love and his girlfriend. Quietly, as he always did, he approached Itadori's room, from where a mixture of soft laughter reached his ears. The doors were unlocked, slightly ajar, and he wanted to push them open, but then he heard your voice.

"We can't tell Fushiguro about this," you said cheerfully, your tone breathless and absolutely worn out, and he knew that sound. He heard it before, so he held his breath and peeked inside.

"He would feed me to his dogs if he knew," Itadori was just as exhausted, joyful as he held you in his arms, lying on the bed with you on top of him. Quickly, Megumi retreated and padded back to his own room, as if he hadn't seen anything, but the image stood clear and sharp in front of his eyes, every time he saw you after that. On the same day, you approached him with open arms, with so much something that he thought was love. He couldn't help but wonder what was it if not love?

His door swung open aggressively, almost making you trip, and when you looked up at him, you could see anger twisting his usually calm features. Your heart clenched at the sight of his furrowed brow, his narrow, dark eyes, and his tight jaw.

"Gumi, hey," you tried to reach for his hand, but he pulled back, letting you into his room but refusing to touch you. "Did I do something to hurt you?"

"I don't know, did you?" he snapped, kicking his doors shut with a loud thud.

"You tell me. Please, Megu, I don't understand what's gotten into you lately. Yuji told me that you avoid him as much as you avoid me, we're both confused, I-"

"Of course, Yuji cried to you about it. You seem close, huh?"

"We're friends?"

"Friends, sure," Megumi stood tall above you and you looked up at him with so much confusion, it angered him even more. Unable to control his emotions, he grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the nearest wall, slamming his other hand right next to your head. You winced, shocked to the core and genuinely frightened by the sudden burst of aggression. You knew, you hoped, that he wouldn't hurt you, but as you remembered your last mission together, you began to have doubts.

"Megu-"

"I saw you." he cut in. " A month ago, I saw you and Itadori in his room. Panting, you were lying on top of him, laughing that you could not tell me about it," Megumi scoffed, almost freezing you to death with his icy gaze and his equally cold tone. "Hah, Itadori was afraid that I would feed him to my dogs if I found out, and to be honest, I thought about it, but I don't want them to get sick."

"What? Christ, I would never..."

"You're always so bubbly and touchy with Itadori, and I get it, I'm not that warm and emotional, I guess, but if it's not me you want, then why bother, huh?" he growled, spitting words with rage as his fingers dug into the wall next to your head. “I couldn’t give you what you wanted, so you cheated with my best friend?”

“Megumi, it’s not what it looks like.”

"If it's not what it looks like, then what is it? How could you end up so out of breath, in my friend's bed, on top of him, huh?"

You were silent for a moment. All his words hurt you to the core, and you tried to replay the situation he's referring to. You remembered that day you were in Yuji's room, but were you that careless to draw a picture so suggestive?

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you saw this? Why didn't you tell me anything?" you asked, exhaling deeply, angry at yourself for hurting the boy you loved so much. "I never wanted to hurt you, Megumi."

"I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? I tried to find a reasonable explanation for what I saw and I watched your interactions with Yuji. It all seems pretty self-explanatory."

"It's really not like that."

"Fuck, I hate this," he groaned, stepping back and distancing himself from you in a few large steps. It hurt, it hurt him so much. You were his first love and Yuji was his first friend and yet the two of you, together, behind his back. He couldn't understand it, he hated it. "Why the hell are you lying? I saw you. I heard you."

"Megumi," you tried, but he didn't listen. Every time you wanted to grab him, to ground him, he just snapped your hands away, looked at you with so much pain that it felt like the sadness in his voice burned scars on your skin, seeped into your heart. You wanted to cry, you wanted to hug him and tell him it's okay, it's not like that, but he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't let you speak, he snapped at you harder and harder. His hands flew, his eyes tore you apart. You saw the glisten of tears in them, he was so hurt and you knew that if he started to cry, you'd lose it.

Forcibly, you took him by his clothes, then wrapped your hands around his middle and spun him around. Losing his balance, he grabbed your shoulders trying to stop the momentum, but you pulled him through the dance. Finally, his knees hit the edge of his bed and he collapsed with your weight on top of him.

"This is pretty much how I ended up on top of Yuji in his bed," you explained, loosening your grip around him. "But with less force and more joy. We were happy, we laughed and hugged. Yuji is strong, he lifted me up, turned some circles and lost his balance." A sigh left your lungs as you rolled off of his body and fell onto the bed next to him. "We were planning for your birthday. We know you hate that day because Gojo always does something so extra and embarrassing... we wanted to take you on a trip, just you, me, Yuji and Kugisaki. We planned movies, mini golf, lots of your favorite foods and also some general chill, away from Jujutsu high and Gojo-sensei. But Yuji insisted on doing something cheesy, like bringing you the biggest cake with our wishes hand-written on it, and making it dark and fancy, but with bursting sprinkles inside, so that when you cut into it, you'd automatically be covered in colorful confetti. Yeah, he thought you'd feed him to your dogs if you found out. This was all supposed to be a surprise for you, we already made some arrangements. Fuck, we knew you'd probably hate the idea of a party anyway, so we were desperate to keep it secret, and we planned most of it while you were away on missions."

"What are you talking about...? My birthday is-"

"In a month. It's already November, your birthday is in few weeks."

Megumi fell silent. The year flew by, he didn't even notice a change in the weather, he just lived through it somehow, and now it was almost December. Everything you said echoed in his head, somehow slowly making more and more sense. He was so focused on finding proof of your affair with Yuji that he had ignored every remark Nobara made about the upcoming party. And lately, you were making more calls, always stepping aside so he wouldn't hear you. A few times he saw you sneaking out with Yuji, who was smiling like an idiot. Megumi didn't even think of any other reason for all that.

"So that's it?"

"Yes, idiot. I love Yuji, he's like my brother. You are my boyfriend, you are my absolute favorite grumpy and pouty person in the whole universe. I wish you would have come to me sooner.”

"I hate surprises..." Fushiguro grumbled and covered his face with his hands, feeling stupid but also relieved. It was as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders, his chest felt lighter than it had in weeks, and he began to laugh. "Damn, how I hate surprises."

"Well, that's good, because this one is definitely ruined," you muttered, getting up from the bed. "But now you're going to pretend like you don't know anything and you're going to take this confetti right in your face and thank for it, because I'm not going to ruin Yuji and Nobara's efforts with the fact that I had to tell you."

"Okay," he sat up as well and wrapped his arms around your waist, preventing you from walking away as he pressed his face to your stomach. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, baby," you brushed through his hair with your fingers.

"And I'm sorry I let you get hurt."

"Well, I still love you, so I guess that's okay too."

[queerofthedagger]

these quiet nights

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Rating: G/A || Warnings: None || Word count: 1,500 || On AO3

Tags: Arthur Returned, Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Mild Injury, Established Relationship, Protective Arthur, Idiots in Love

Summary: The first time Arthur gets hurt after his return, Merlin doesn't take it well.

Merthur Week Day 3: “You’re hurt. Please, just let me heal it.” + Hurt/Comfort

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The sound of the key in the front door floats to where Arthur’s standing in the kitchen, and he curses softly to himself.

“Arthur?”

Right, no time left to clean up the mess he’s made, not with the blood-soaked towel still wrapped tightly around his hand. He will just have to own up to being exactly as hopeless at cooking as Merlin always accuses him of being and deal with the endless amount of teasing.

“I’m here,” he calls, drawing up an innocent smile as he hears Merlin moving through the hallway. He has to suppress a wince at the sting of pain shooting through his hand where he’s pressing it against his chest—it’s not like he didn’t have much worse, but the knife had been rather sharp.

“Hey love, did you get my message about the dinner—”

Merlin breaks off as his gaze falls on Arthur, and all the colour drains from his face so quickly, Arthur’s afraid he might just faint. The picture is only worsened by how still Merlin’s suddenly become, except for where his chest starts to rise and fall increasingly fast.

“Merlin?” Arthur asks, not bothering to mask the worry that’s curling around his ribs, and he takes a step closer, pain all but forgotten.

“No,” Merlin presses out, choked, his hands beginning to tremble at his sides. “No, Arthur—no, not again, please I—”

“Hey,” Arthur interrupts, crossing the remaining distance in two quick strides. The sudden understanding of what Merlin must be thinking is crashing into him with the literal weight of centuries, and he’s sure his heart is struggling under the sudden strain. “Hey, I’m alright. I just cut myself while cooking.”

Merlin doesn’t seem to hear him; he’s still staring at Arthur’s chest with horror etched into every line of his face, his breathing shallow. “I can’t, Arthur, I—”

“Merlin,” Arthur repeats, louder, and he grasps Merlin’s shoulder with his uninjured hand. “Come on, look at me.”

Finally, he does, and Arthur aches at the utter panic in Merlin’s eyes. Leaning forward, he presses their foreheads together and trails his fingers along Merlin’s neck until he can card them through the nape of his hair. “I swear, I’m fine. All that happened is that 1500 years have done absolutely nothing to improve my skills in the kitchen. You may tell me that you’ve told me so.”

It takes long, agonizing seconds, but some of the tension starts bleeding off Merlin’s shoulders and he takes a few, deep breaths.

“Show me.”

Arthur’s first impulse is to protest, to keep the cause of Merlin’s stress as far away from him as possible, but he also knows Merlin well enough to be sure that it would only make it worse.

Merlin’s always been over-protective of Arthur, and—understandably—even more so after he’s had to wait centuries for Arthur’s return.

It’s the first time that blood is involved though, and Arthur wishes he would’ve considered to not soak his shirt in it, of all things.

“It’s nothing,” he says, but he draws back anyway, just far enough to unwrap the towel he’d haphazardly tied around his hand when he slipped with the knife. “It only bled a lot because I cut right into my palm.”

The wound is barely oozing blood anymore, but Merlin still takes his hand so carefully, one would think Arthur’s going to break any second.

In another time, Arthur might’ve teased him about it; now, he only watches closely as the fear slowly, finally seeps out of Merlin’s eyes.

Arthur’s heart feels too big for his chest, and he has to swallow a few times against the familiar guilt that’s crawling up his throat. “See? It’s barely a scratch,” he murmurs, and if his voice comes out hoarse, Merlin doesn’t seem to notice.

“I’ll heal it—”

“Merlin, really, it’s nothing—

“You’re hurt. Please, just let me heal it,” Merlin says, his voice teetering on the edge of panic again, and under different circumstances, it would be ridiculous how fast Arthur’s protest crumbles to dust.

“Yeah—yes, of course.”

Merlin’s fingers still tremble where they’re hovering over Arthur’s hand. He visibly swallows before his eyes turn gold, and the cut on Arthur’s hand knits itself together.

Even when there’s no sign of it left on his skin but for the remains of blood, Merlin’s staring at him as if he’s still expecting Arthur to drop dead or vanish.

Arthur bumps their heads together lightly. “See? All good.”

Exhaling in a rush, Merlin’s shoulders slump and he presses his face into the crook of Arthur’s neck. “Never scare me like that again.”

“I promise,” Arthur says, and as much as they both know that small accidents are bound to happen, he can’t help but mean it, can’t help how the naked terror on Merlin’s face is still replaying in his mind.

Can’t help but think how it was too close to the expression Merlin wore all those centuries ago, and that he’ll never touch a blade again if only it means that he’ll never have to see it again.

He turns his head to press a kiss to Merlin’s temple, his arms coming up to wrap around Merlin’s waist, tugging him closer.

Merlin makes a sound in the back of his throat that’s somewhere between a sob and a laugh, and the next second his lips are on Arthur’s in a kiss that’s just this side of desperate.

“What were you trying to do anyway?” he asks when they break apart, glancing over Arthur’s shoulder at the kitchen counter and raising a brow.

Usually, Arthur would feign offence at the obvious mocking, but all he can do is grin, the relief rushing through him so strong that it nearly makes his knees buckle.

By the goddess, they really are a bit of a mess.

“I wanted to cook for you. Because, you know, it’s been half a year since—” Arthur breaks off, turning his head away and cursing himself for the embarrassment that’s heating his cheeks despite all his resolve to not feel awkward about this.

Merlin stares at him for a second before a smile breaks out over his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his cheeks dimpling. He presses another kiss to Arthur’s lips and winds his arms around his neck. “Since you shoved me up against a dirty wall in some deserted back-alley, out of nowhere, and kissed me senseless for the first time?”

“Well, when you put it like that—”

“Oh, how would you put it then?”

“I’d say that after weeks of dropping hints—”

“Staring at me isn’t a hint—”

“—and it having no effect whatsoever, I simply chose a more direct approach.”

Merlin laughs softly, and the tidal wave of fondness that’s washing through Arthur at the sound is nothing new, but he still tightens his grip on Merlin.

They stand in silence for a while, wrapped around each other and only the distant sound of the city beyond the windows bearing witness.

Arthur’s not sure who’s comforting whom between the two of them, but then, it doesn’t really matter; the time where they’d pretend to not need each other is thankfully long in the past.

“Thank you,” Merlin finally whispers, a multitude of meanings wrapped into two words. Arthur can do nothing but nod, glad that his face is still hidden in Merlin’s hair.

“As much as I appreciate the thought, though,” Merlin adds, and the cheerfulness in his tone still has the faintest note of forced, “I don’t think I want to see you close to another knife today.”

When Arthur pulls back to look at him, Merlin’s smiling, but it’s brittle around the edges. Something must be showing on his face because Merlin frowns, rubbing a thumb over Arthur’s jaw. “Stop that. It’s not your fault I freaked out.”

“I could’ve—”

“No, Arthur, really. You’ve got to stop blaming yourself like this.”

He sighs, closing his eyes briefly before nodding. “Alright, but the same applies to you.”

A small huff slips past Merlin’s lips, but his smile has lost its strain. “Whatever my Lord commands.”

Arthur laughs, shaking his head and pushing him away. “Come on, let’s order some food and watch a stupid movie. I think we’ve had quite enough excitement for tonight.”

“You just want an excuse to not move for the rest of the night,” Merlin says with a grin, already grabbing his phone from the counter and moving into the living room.

Later, when they’re curled up on the sofa, Merlin’s head resting on his chest, solid and warm and familiar, Arthur thinks that Merlin is right; he’d take quiet nights between the two of them over any excitement the modern world could possibly offer him.

He makes sure to tell Merlin that, and when it finally dispels the lingering shadows in Merlin’s eyes, he vows to keep telling him for as long as it takes to vanish the fears too.

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Thanks for reading! ❤️

[multi-maker]

Hello, hope you're having a wonderful day! I really like the post about reader having trust issues, since I also have trust issues irl 😅 May I also have one with Diluc, Venti, Zhongli and Thoma? You don't have to do this, if you don't feel like it ofc!

, until i heal.

summary. i’d be willing to let you go, my love. perhaps you did not want your heart to be broken and it possessed you to say such words.

characters. diluc, venti, zhongli, and thoma x gender neutral! eader. ( separate )

notes. of course !! i love writing that fic so i do not mind writing about it for more! this is part two with different characters ~ find part one here. i hope you enjoy! this is also one of my first times writing for thoma in a serious prompt so i do hope i wrote him well aaa >3

“when you fall in love with someone else,” you speak softly, voice trembling with the weight in your words. glimmering eyes that shines with tears meets his, a shaky smile slipping on your lips.

“i hope you wouldn’t feel the need to cheat to be with your beloved.” you see his eyebrows furrow and his mouth open to retort, but you raise your hand to silence him. continuing on despite your heart cracking into million pieces.

“just tell me, okay? and i’d be willing to let you go.” your voice cracks, tears falling from your eyes. “i want you to remain the same lovely you in my eyes … so …” gaining the courage to meet his eyes, you let a heartbroken smile slip on your lips.

“please break my heart gently.”

DILUC.

diluc is mortified. has he done something to warrant such mistrust from the one he loves the most? he knows he isn’t the best in showing his love, more often relying on his actions than words.

he doesn’t know how to react and is left staring at you with regret, confusion, and hurt in his scarlet eyes. when he finally gains the courage to ask “why?” from you, his heart understandably shatters.

he pulls you into the safe confines of his arms, warmth radiating from him and shielding you from the cruelty of this word.

diluc knows he isn’t the best with his words but with the way he says such comforting words and his hands gently carress your hair as you clutch his coat, he hopes you receive the message he wants you to understand.

VENTI.

for once, the archon of mondstadt is speechless. he is a bard and words flow from his mouth like spoken poetry of skill only he can have. yet at this situation — he doesn’t know what to say, stumped.

when he finally gets his bearings, he asks you in such a soft voice for an explanation. his voice is like a gentle breeze curling against your cheeks, hands calloused from playing the lyre and wielding the bow.

your mouth speaks and words escape you. venti listens, silent and understanding. his eyes are full of love and understanding, hands coming up to grasp your trembling hands.

when you are done, venti tightens his grip on your hands. he brings you close to his chest and murmurs soft praises. you do not see but you feel how his wings symbolizing his status as barbatos. it makes you cry — just within the arms of your beloved, it’s enough. and it is from his actions that you get your answer: you are more than enough for him.

ZHONGLI.

zhongli is the god of contracts and marriage is another form of marriage for him. upon hearing such painful words from you, he thinks you no longer want to be with him.

he asks for a soft explanation, settling you down on the chair. he kneels before you, an action unbeffiting of his previous staus as an archon. it makes you splutter complaints, but he shakes his head and asks yet again.

when you, hesitantly, tell him the reason for yoir words. zhongli is silent. stumped. he knew some humans would go for such lengths, but to realize that you experienced and someone from your father? it makes him angry.

do not worry — zhongli takes you in his arms and whispers words of comfort and love. it is in the arms of the archon of geo that you find yourself grounded to the reality that zhongli will always love you, and that he will never resort to such disgusting means.

THOMA.

the smile on thoma’s face disappears — and the fixer of ritou is on his knees besides you, wiping away your crystalline tears. he asks you for a reason, why you would hurt yourself into thinking such things?

when you gather your composure and tell him the reason why, thoma feels his heart stutter in anger and sadness. anger for your father who made you scared to fall in love. sadness for you who had to experience such betrayal from your father.

thoma pulls you into a hug, letting your head fall on his shoulder softly. he strokes your hair gently and whispers words of assurance and comfort. of love and trust. he promised himself to make you believe in love again.

since then, thoma has dedicated himself into making you trust him. he’s promised himself to not go on dinner dates for favors without you. thoma has dedicated his love and time into you, making sure you realize that he will never be like your father.

[hopeamarsu]

Hello m'lady! I'm so excited to see you're accepting prompts! If this strikes your fancy, may I request : “What happened to us?” and “I can be your reason why.” for our Frankie??? ANGST HOTEL HERE WE COME...MAYBE?!? Thank you for your time 💚🌿💚

My darling lady, I'm so happy to get your request! 💚

One huge dose of angsty Frankie coming right up. Oh, this one has a happy ending too. I hope you enjoy this, I'm sending a lot of hugs your way.

I can be your reason why

Frankie Morales x gn!reader

Word count 1,4k

Warnings: Hospitals, accident, mention of drunk driver, mention of death (Frankie was in the army), angst, sad sad sad, pining, hopeful ending

The room is so white, right down to the bedsheet that covers your lower half.

The white machines hooked on your body, keeping a check on vitals and making sure you are fine, look like something out of a sci-fi film for Frankie. He hates that he has to see them in multitudes as well as the monitors above your bed drawing lines as you breathe and your heart pumps blood and medicine all over your body, healing you.

To say he’d been surprised to get the call from the hospital at 4 in the morning was an understatement when he’d been shocked to the core. Ever since you had had a big fight with him all those months ago, something that was still unsettled and gnawed at his guts, Frankie had been certain he’d been crossed off the list for good and he had only himself to blame.

He had tried to scrub the yelling, the insults, and the low blows out of his mind, but every time he’d glance at his phone and see his wallpaper of you and his daughter smiling together and it would all come back.

“Fuck you, Frankie! I can’t believe you out of all the people would say this! You were supposed to be my friend!”

“Cariño, please…”

“NO! No Frankie, just no. You’ve gone too far this time.”

“Please, please let me explain. Please.”

“Absolutely not. I heard you loud and clear the first time Francisco and, God, what happened to us? Where did we go wrong? I thought you’d… I thought you understood… I thought...”

He can still hear the sniffles, feel the pain in his stomach as he watches you slam the door on his face on the film reel in his mind, and the desperation that creeps up his spine as his texts and calls go unanswered for weeks. He remembers asking the guys to call you and the mountain of ice spreading through his veins when Will told him that you had blocked his number and didn’t want him to contact you.

Frankie contemplated going to your house after that, but what good would it do? He was broken, beaten and lying breathless on the ground. Nothing would help him rise from there. Definitely not you. He is still all those things and more because he doesn’t have you beside him to weather out the stormy seas.

Getting cut off from you hurt him on levels he had trouble comprehending. Frankie had gotten used to you being around, comfortable in the knowledge that you had always been there as his friend and would always be there and that was his grave mistake.

All those moments in the playground swing back in teenage years when he escaped the yelling and shouting in his house, turbulent times in college where he began experimenting with his sexuality and life all the way to his high-risk career in the Army, the coke rap and losing his lady to another man. You had always been there for him.

You had been his rock and his most ardent supporter, Santi hot on your heels but never reaching the level of trust and intimacy you shared with Frankie. All the times he fucked up, needed a shoulder to cry on or a couch to sleep off his desire to go out and find one of his bad habits for a visit, you opened your door to help him. And what had he done for you? Fuck all but trouble and heartbreak and pain in measures he can never pay back.

He hangs his head, his ballcap twisted between his fists as he wrings the fabric to give himself something to do. He would do anything, everything to take back the last 3 and half months and just hold you tight and tell you that he believes in you and will stand by you in all the ways you want him.

But you are sleeping, eyes closed, hooked up to all the machines that monitor your body and Frankie cannot do that. He’s not sure if he’s even allowed to touch you, because just being in the same room as you without your permission feels like an invasion of sorts.

“Cariño, if you can hear me, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for all the words, all the insults thrown in your face and all the pain I’ve caused you. I wish… I wish I could take it all back.”

He whispers, placing his hand next to you where it lays on top of the bedsheet. The difference between them shocks him still, your elegant fingers next to his calloused and battered ones. The way your skin is unmarred by scars where he has all these silver lines criss-crossing his knuckles.

Taking care to avoid the IV line, he gently moves your hand into his and sighs at the first connection in months. The softness of your hand against his roughness is still something out of a dream; how something so beautiful and lovely and gorgeous could ever want something so dark, drenched in the blood of people he’s killed and lost count of is a mystery Frankie never hopes to have to solve.

Like a thief in the night, he steals yet one more moment with you as he squeezes your hand gently. And like a greedy one too, he rises from the creaky plastic hospital chair and kisses your forehead, pushing his luck a little further. Frankie begins talking, his deep timbre bouncing off the walls as he tells you stories you’ve heard a thousand times already but which bring him comfort.

His thumb strokes your knuckles softly, a soothing gesture more for him than you, while he continues telling you things. Time ticks by and Frankie’s voice grows tired and gravely, but he refuses to stop. He talks about Will, Benny and Santi, the ways all of them get together weekly and he talks about Olivia, his pride and joy, and how she grows and how she misses you. How he misses his friend.

The tone tinges with sadness as Frankie starts to talk about your accident and what has happened in the past couple of days. “They caught him, the drunk bastard that ran the red light. He’s in custody and the traffic cameras have him on tape. You are not going to have to see him, he’ll be locked up for a good time. You just need to get better, cariño, so you can kick my ass in softball again and tell me Oreos taste superior when dunked in cold milk.”

He takes a deep breath, blinking away to keep his raw emotions hidden. Had you not changed your medical info and your contact in case of emergency details, he wouldn’t even be here with you, known about your accident, and the mere idea breaks him, wounds him deep. He hides his tears in his sleeve as he tries to gather himself up again. Frankie needs to be strong now, you have a long recovery ahead of you and he will do his best to help you.

“Te amo, mi corazón y mi alma. Por favor, vuelve a mi. I want to kiss you and tell you I belong to you, that I love you more than as a friend. You hold my heart already and I will gladly give it to you if you come back to me. Smile for me again. I can be your reason why, I’ll do anything to see your soft lips grinning at me, with me...” It becomes too much and Frankie folds in half, draping his upper body on the bed as he cries uncontrollably.

He doesn’t know how long he weeps, the seconds and minutes all blurring together as the sleeves of his shirt go from damp to soaked but he doesn’t care. Frankie loves you and he almost lost you for good and he cannot hold it in anymore. He loves you and he needs to tell you.

He’s so deep inside his mind that he doesn’t recognize the weight on top of his head first. But when fingers card through his locks repeatedly and the motion registers, he’s shocked into reality. Frankie lifts his head carefully, eyes blurry and almost afraid of what he will see.

Your eyes are droopy but the small upturn of the corners of your lips as you regard him softly forces another sob from his chest and it takes all of his willpower not to kiss you right then and there. Your hand doesn’t stop moving as you look at each other in silence, fingers in his curls and Frankie is finally back home, breathing freely.

His lips move, though no sound comes out, telling you te amo over and over again.

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[rogue-barnes-16]

BLUE

Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

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Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

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Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore 

[windfighter]

Hey, if you're still doing the hurt/comfort dialogue prompts, would it be alright if I make a request? If so, could I ask you to do #1 and #2 with Emil, Reynir and/or Lalli? Like maybe Emil did something mundanely stupid while home alone like accidentally stapling his foot multiple times with a nailgun while doing housework or something along the lines?

It took some time because figuring out what I could do to Emil wasn’t the easiest but I’m finally done, so here, have a story! Sorry for the lenght of it though.

Reynir wanted to blame Lalli’snervousness on too many people, but the way Lalli’s gaze kept movingto the door instead of him made him question it. His mother left toget some more cookies and he moved closer to his boyfriend.

”Hey”, he whispered and Lallitensed up. ”You doing okay?”

”Emil…”

”This was his idea, he wanted you toget to know my family better.”

”I know.”

Of course Lalli knew, he had been therewhen Emil suggested for him to take Lalli and spend some time withhis family while Emil fixed up their house. The roof needed somefixing, the fence was falling apart and the floor in one of the roomswas more hole than floor at this time. Lalli had protested, said itwas on all of them to fix it up, but Emil had been adamant.

”You need to spend some time withthem without me there. I talk so much you’ll never get to know eachother otherwise.”

So Reynir and Lallihad packed some clothes and taken the coach from Reykjavík toBrúardal to spend a few days there, helping out on the farm andspending time with Reynir’s family. The first day had been great,Reynir had done what he could to get Lalli to socialize and he hadslowly started to open up, still not quite comfortable with taking inIcelandic. Reynir put an arm over Lalli’s shoulders, pulled himcloser and kissed the top of his head.

”I’m sure Emil’sdoing fine at home.”

”Can we goearlier?”

”You’re thatworried?”

Lalli nodded.Reynir considered for a couple of seconds, wanted to reassure Lalliuntil he was no longer worried, but he knew about the bond Emil andLalli shared, that made them seem to always know when the other wasin trouble. He was jealous of it and at first he had thought thethree of them would never get it to work together since Emil andLalli were so much closer, but they had. He let out a sigh.

”Yeah, okay.We’ll take the coach tonight so we’re there first thing in themorning. Is that okay?”

Lalli nodded andleaned into Reynir. Reynir smiled and hugged him closer, kissedLalli’s head again.

”I’m so happy Ihave you two, you know that right?”

”I’m happy too.”

Reynir’s motherreturned and Reynir told her about the change in plans. She nodded inunderstanding and smiled.

”I’ll make yousome sandwiches for the travel.”

”We’ll besleeping most of the ride, you don’t have to.”

”It’s no problem.The two of you need to eat more anyway, you’re so thin. Your otherfriend looks a lot more healthy.”

Reynir rolled hiseyes.

”We can’t helphaving being blessed with the ‘no matter how much we eat we’ll staythin’-gene”, he laughed. ”You don’t have to worry about us, Emilmakes sure we eat more than we need to.”

”I’m making yousome sandwiches anyway, it’s no problem.”

Reynir knew therewasn’t any use arguing and his mother did make the yummiestsandwiches. He and Lalli went upstairs to his old bedroom, gatheredtheir belongings. Lalli kept looking outside and Reynir pulled himinto a hug, looked outside as well.

”Want to tell mewhat has you worried?”

”Not sure.”

”Your Emil-alarmjust going off?”

Lalli nodded,squeezed Reynir’s hand. Reynir returned the squeeze.

”Next time,should we get a nanny for him? Want to call home?”

Lalli gave anothernod and Reynir grabbed the phone, dialed their number and handed thephone to Lalli. Lalli pressed it to his ear, held his breath whilethe phone beeped. After ten signals he shook his head.

”No answer.”

”Didn’t reallyexpect one with your alarm going off. Don’t worry, we’ll be hometomorrow”, Reynir scratched the back of his head. ”Well, I know Ican’t forbid you from worrying, but it’ll work out.”

They put their bagsnext to the door, tried to distract themselves with boardgames.Reynir tried calling another two times during the day, but therestill wasn’t an answer and even if he wanted to act like it was finehe was starting to worry as well.

”Emil would havecalled us if something happened”, he said in an attempt to comfortthe two of them.

Unless something made him unable tocall but he didn’t say that outloud. Lalli only nodded. After dinner, which neither Lalli nor Reynirwas able to enjoy, both of them having grown too worried, they leftfor the coach. It arrived shortly after them and they sank down nextto each other, Lalli next to the window and Reynir between Lalli andan old man. Lalli looked out of the window when they took off andReynir talked with the man, but as night fell Lalli curled up next tohim. Reynir wrapped his arm around Lalli, pulled him closer and foundcomfort in Lalli’s weight against him.

”Tired?”he whispered.

”Mm.Gonna sleep.”

”Yeah,me too.”

Reynirdidn’t fall asleep. He listened as Lalli’s breathing got calmer,looked at the darkness outside of the coach. What sight was going tomeet them when they got back home? It couldn’t be that bad, right?Lalli had been able to fall asleep after all. He stared at theceiling of the coach instead, tried to find the answers in it. Itdidn’t have any. Halfway through the night Lalli woke up and Reynirquickly closed his eyes, tried to breathe as if he was asleep. Lallileft his embrace, rolled up to the window instead. When Reynir wascertain he had fallen back asleep he opened his eyes again. It was noidea for both of them to luck out on sleep.

Whenthe sun was starting to come up he pulled out one of the sandwicheshis mother had made. It tasted like home and his childhood, but hecouldn’t enjoy it. Lalli woke up again and he offered him a sandwich.Lalli shook his head.

”Can’teat.”

”Nauseous?”

”Alittle.”

”We’realmost there.”

Onehour later the carriage stopped in Reykjavík and the two of themgrabbed their bags, hurried home. There were broken roof tiles in theyard, a nailgun hidden in the grass and a ladder had fallen down andsquished some of the flowers in the flowerbed. Lalli stared at thetiles, then looked at Reynir. His eyes were wide and Reynir bit hislip, hurried inside.

”Emil?”

Thephone started ringing. Reynir called Emil’s name again beforeanswering.

”Hello?”

”Hey”,the voice was weak and in pain and Reynir froze, stared at Lalli.”Can you please come and get me?”

”Areyou okay? Where are you? What happened?”

”I’m…not great. Please. I’m at the hospital.”

”I…”he glanced at Lalli again and Lalli was already halfway through thedoor. ”We’re coming, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Thecall ended. Reynir grabbed Emil’s coat, nodded to Lalli and then theyran through Reyjkavík, pedestrians glaring at them as they pushedpast them. Lalli was quicker, Reynir tried to keep up but fellbehind. He breathed quickly, heavily. One foot, then the other. Lalliwas at the desk when he entered the hospital, waved at him to hurryup. He didn’t have time to catch his breath before the nurse grabbeda clipboard and led them through the corridors. They stopped outsidea door and Reynir leaned against the wall.

”Gimme”,Reynir took a shaky breath, ”gimme two seconds.”

He gotten, then Lalli pulled at his arm, opened the door for him. Reyniralmost froze in the door opening, but Lalli gave his back a lightshove and he entered the room, eyes glued to Emil. Emil’s eyes wereclosed, his breathing slightly strained. His left arm had been placedin a sling and his right leg splinted, resting on a couple ofpillows. Lalli slipped past Reynir, stopped next to the bed andpulled his fingers through Emil’s hair.

”HeyTörnrosa”, Lalli whispered.

Thenurse entered the room as well. Emil’s eyes opened and he lifted hisright hand, gave Reynir and Lalli a small wave.

”Hey.”

”How…are you okay?” Reynir walked closer and Emil tried to sit up, butlet out a groan and fell back down with a painful hiss.

”I’malive.”

Lallikept brushing his fingers through Emil’s hair. Reynir helped thenurse raise the edge of the bed so Emil was sitting up.

”Mr.Västerström is pretty lucky”, the nurse said.

”Tellthat to my busted ribs”, Emil groaned again.

Reynirbit back a short laugh and shook his head. Emil smiled at him.

”Thanksfor coming.”

Thenurse coughed and Emil rolled his eyes, allowed Reynir to turn hisattention to her instead.

”Hehas suffered four broken ribs, a dislocated elbow and fractures tohis 3rdand 4thmetatarsal.”

”Footbone”,Emil explained helpfully. ”I’ll be fine in a few weeks.”

”Healso has a concussion and requires rest. We wanted to keep him here,but he insisted on going home.”

”I’llbe fine”, Emil grabbed Reynir’s hand and squeezed it.

Reynirtried to force a smile but it disappeared and he glanced at Lalli wholooked equally worried. The nurse tapped the clipboard and Reynirturned to her again.

”Hewill need to return for checkup in a couple of days. We’ll also bereplacing the splint with an actual cast at that time. He’s beengiven antibiotics and should keep taking them for another two weeks.”

Emillet out a sigh and the nurse raised an eyebrow.

”Weexpect him to make a full recovery as long as he doesn’t go climbingany more roofs with a nailgun in the nearest future.”

Reynirmassaged his temples and turned to Emil.

”Whatdid you do?”

Emilgave him a sheepish smile and Reynir shook his head.

”Nevermind, it doesn’t matter”, he kissed Emil’s head. ”We’ll get youhome and make sure you heal up, okay?”

”Ilike that idea.”

Lallisat down on the bed as the nurse left the room and took Emil’s hand.

”Howdid you know we were home?”

”Experience”,Emil leaned his head back and closed his eyes again. ”I’m reallytired now.”

”Youcan sleep when we get home”, Reynir flicked Emil’s forehead andEmil laughed.

”Ey,mind me, I’m injured!”

”Mymom’s going to kill you when she founds out you threw yourself off aroof just because we weren’t at home. You are never allowed to stayat home alone ever again.”

”Mm,okay”, Emil agreed and Reynir let out a sigh, fully aware that Emilwas only barely listening. The nurse returned with a wheelchair andthey helped Emil over to it. Every wince Emil let out sent a jolt ofworry through Reynir’s stomach, but after a few minutes they were ontheir way back home. Reynir ruffled Emil’s hair and smiled at Lalli.

”You’reEmil-alarm is amazing”, he said before sending a glare in Emil’sdirection. ”I hope we’ll never need it again.”

”Ilike living dangerously”, Emil slurred out, half asleep.

”Wasscared”, Lalli grabbed Emil’s hand and held it tight. ”Don’t doit again.”

”Yeah,okay. Still need to fix the roof though.”

”…sowhat exactly happened?” Reynir asked.

Emilleaned his head back, looked at Reynir. His cheeks were turning analarming shade of red.

”Nailedmy foot to the roof. Twice.”

”Stupid”,Lalli muttered.

”Felloff it when I pulled the nails out. Probably shouldn’t have.”

”Youreally are stupid”,Reynir agreed with Lalli. ”How did you get to the hospital?”

”…”Emil’s blush got worse. ”…neighbour saw me.”

”Remindme to send them a thank you-note for saving our stupid boyfriend,Lalli”, Reynir muttered and Lalli nodded, opened the door andReynir pushed Emil to the living room. ”I’m going to make some foodand then we’ll have a quiet evening of board games.”

Emilstarted moving in the wheelchair, obviously wanting to get out of it,and Reynir stopped halfway to the kitchen, returned and helped himover to the couch instead. Emil laid down and Lalli put a blanketover him, helped make him comfortable. Reynir left them, went intothe kitchen and started with lunch. Emil wasn’t the best patient, heknew from previous accidents, and the following weeks would be tryingfor all three of them. He glanced back into the livingroom, saw Lallilean down and brush Emil’s nose with his own and he smiled. It’d betrying, but they would make it and hopefully Emil had learned to bemore careful this time.

He wasright though, they really needed to fix the roof.

[littlespoonevan]

HI Ciara! You write THE BEST Evak fic, Julie should hire you as asst. scriptwriter! I don't know if you're taking any prompts but when you find the time pleaseee can you write one about Isak and Even taking a roadtrip to a cabin on the weekend complete with soft jazz music playing in the kitchen as they make dinner, slow dancing (even twirls Isak around), star gazing,hot cocoa,bonfire,cuddles, kisses, make out sessions, singing together and enough fluff to give me diabetes please and THANK YOU!

oh my god thank you?????? you’re so kind :’)))) so this isn’t exactly what you asked for but it’s definitely some softness at the cabin this while you read.

(I would kindly ask no one send me prompts while i answer the ones in my inbox, thank you

*

The bus to the cabin is long but Isak finds he doesn’tmind so much with his head on Even’s shoulder and his fingers laced with Even’sand resting on his lap.

Their friends thought they were ridiculous going awayfor the long weekend when they’d only moved into their own place weeks before.And yeah, living together has been a dream and they don’t exactly have to worryabout a lack of privacy anymore but with all the Mikael stuff coming to thesurface again and making Even hunch in on himself Isak thought a couple of daysaway might do them both some good. (The fact that it coincides with their sixthmonth anniversary is just a bonus.)

The thing is, Even’s not ready to tell him yet and heknows that.

And there’s a part of him that’s burning to demandthe truth but there’s another part of him that just- gets it. It’s not a trust thing;Isak knows that, he knows Even trusts him wholeheartedly. It’s about shame and awound that probably still hasn’t started to heal. Isak understands. There areparts of his home life he still hasn’t told Even, things he’s thought about hismother when the situation became so heavy he’d believed there was no way out.

So he’s not pushing Even – really, the only reason hewants to know is because this is effecting Even and he can’t bear the thoughtof him being hurt. But for the next three days, at least, they’re putting itout of their minds.

These three days are about them.

The cabin is small when they arrive but it’s alright;they don’t need that much room.

Isak is sitting on the bed, watching Even poke aroundin all the drawers and doors in the room. When he seems satisfied with hisinspection he turns around to Isak with a lopsided smile. “Want something toeat?”

Isak meets his gaze, feels his stomach flutter at thelight in Even’s eyes, feels an overwhelming sense of calm wash over him nowthat they’re finally here. He shakes his head, pushing himself back a little onthe bed and patting the space behind him. “In a minute. Come lie down with mefor a while.”

Even’s expression softens and he steps forward,climbing onto the bed and rolling onto his side to face Isak.

They stare at each other for a moment, letting thequiet contentment of the room wash over them and Isak thinks it’s funny that nomatter what bed he’s in, it still feels like home when Even is there. Even tapshis nose with the tip of his index finger and the way his face crinkles in asmile makes Isak feel warm, makes his heart beat just that little bit harder.

“This was a good idea,” Even whispers and it’sfascinating the way Isak can still hear the smile in his voice even when it’shushed.

“I’m the master of good ideas,” Isak tells him, quietand devoid of his usual cockiness but it still makes Even breathe out a laugh.

He threads his fingers through Even’s hair, massaginggently and making Even’s eyelashes flutter for the briefest instance. He’s sospecial to him – the one person Isak would give the world to without a secondthought. “I’m so in love with you,” he murmurs.

Even’s hand, that had been slowly making its way upIsak’s side, stills completely and the sincerity in his expression is enough totake Isak’s breath away.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love anyone elsethe way I love you,” Even says lowly. “I’m yours.”

Isak doesn’t have the words to respond to that so hedoesn’t try. Instead he shuffles forward and brushes their lips together,filling the kiss with everything he can’t say.

Even answers just the same. He always does.

*

Isak sits on the counter while Even cooks dinner,reminiscent of so many other moments just like this. And again, he’s filledwith that sense of comfort, of home. He’s starting to realise home starts andends with Even.

They build a fire in the living room and eat on thecouch, talking quietly and enjoying the peace.

This cabin feels like a moment out of time. Like they’vepaused the universe just for a little while to get lost in each other.

Just like they did that day in Isak’s bed sixthmonths ago.

After dinner they slouch down on the couch, limbsoverlapping, and turn on a movie – though if Isak’s honest, he’s been dozing onEven’s chest for at least half of it. It isn’t until Even’s phone vibrates onthe coffee table that he actually opens his eyes properly.

“I thought the reception wasn’t great out here?” heasks drowsily as Even curls an arm around his back to hold him place while hereaches for his phone.

“It’s not a text,” Even mumbles, unlocking his screenand turning the phone around to show Isak.

21:21.

Oh.

“Kiss me,” Even whispers with a sparkle in his eyes.

Isak’s heart dissolves and he leans down to kissEven, a thousand kisses they’ve shared flashing behind his eyes until they leadall the way back to the first one.

The one that set Isak free.

The one that brought him home.

It’s been six months and the heart beating in hischest isn’t his anymore.

It’s Even’s.

*

[future-blue-rangers]

If you're still taking prompts for Trimberly, how about some fluffy hurt/comfort? After Kimberly gets hurt on a mission, Trini springs into protective girlfriend mode to patch her up and keep her comfortable.

^^ok so this isn’t what I originally set out of but it is how it ended up. I let the words flow and here we are. Hopefully this is what you kind of wanted. I’m no doctor or anything so I couldn’t really go into the whole medical side of things but I do love a good hurt on a mission thing. Honestly my favorite thing to write/create head Cannons for. And I’ve seen every season of Grey’s Anatomy, but I’m a few episodes behind this season, so I’m practically a surgeon. Anyway enjoy. Hope I fulfilled the prompt well enough ^^

It happened in slow motion. Kimberly was focused on the fight in front of here and a large puddie threw a rock the size of a car her way. With a quick dodge she missed most of it. But not all of it. Her leg was now trapped between the rock and the cement. With both the monster and multiple puddies making their way towards her, Trini felt her blood boil. She ripped the puddies in two and almost single handedly destroyed the monster. When the fight grew in size she left the boys to take care of it.

“Kim. Oh god kim.” Trini said as she picked up her girlfriends head. Spectators began to exit their hiding places after the other 3 rangers handled the problem. Kimberly’s head slightly moved and look towers Trini. Her suit was flashing in and out. One second it would be covering her whole body but the next her arm was exposed. Trini became very aware of the cameras on them now, both cellphones and professional. The rangers had been the talk of the world after Goldar. Any picture or videos were big money.

“Hey… I don’t mean to be a bother but could we please get this off my leg. I feel like I’m going to be sick and I can’t feel my toes anymore…” her head ducked to the side before being picked up again. She was clearly having trouble not passing out.

“Alpha. Get us out of here.” Trini said through the open comms.

“I’m afraid I can’t Master Trini. If we teleport Master Kimberly out she may lose her ranger suit durning the process. And if that happens then she’ll die.” Trini cussed under her breath. The suit was becoming weaker and more transparent as the reports and bystanders became more confident as they approached.

“Jason, can you come and get this boulder off of her. They I’ll put her in my zord and we can get back to the ship.” As Trini finished Kimberly became limp in her arms. “QUICKLY.”

Jason arrived within the minute and Kimberly was in the zord the next. Alpha 5 was waiting for them at the med bay where he quickly began to asses her injuries.

“A broken femur and dislocated kneecap along with a fractured hip and ankle. We’ll get her meds and some pain killers. Her ranger healing with the meds will heal this completely within a day or two. She’ll limp for about a week. Most likely passed out due to the pain.” Alpha went off on his own business to get the needed supplies to hurry the young pink rangers road to recovery.

Trini didn’t leave her bedside all night. Kim finally woke up the day after near dinner. Trini continued to be at her side. Kimberly, much to her pleasure, was allowed to leave the ship two days after. Alpha gave her a bottle of stuff to take when it hurts and sent her on her way. Trini insisted on carrying her all the way home. She helped her get into bed and then did the most awkward snuggling ever done.

“Trini, babe, what are you doing.” Trini had her back half completely off the bed with her arms wrapped around Kimberly’s chest. It was odd enough for the smaller girl to be the big spoon but this was just plan weird.

“I don’t want to irritate your leg. Alpha said it’ll still hurt for a few days. I want to make sure I’m not the reason it will hurt. I may hit it in my sleep so I’ll lay like this till I’m tired then sleep on the floor.”

“Babe you’re being ridiculous. I’m fine. Now please snuggle with me. Normally.” Trini could resist. They slept peacefully through the rest of the night. In the morning Kimberly moved to take a pill Alpha had given her.

“You ok babe?” Trini asked as she moved to retrieve her clothes that had been thrown around earlier that morning.

“Yeah. Just our extra curricular activities tus morning were a little more strenuous that I was expecting.”

“What can I say babe. Just wanting to help you get back to 100%” Trini said with a smirk.