#tw: mentions of injuries

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Arthur

Imagine Arthur getting injured protecting you in a fight and while you're looking after him while he's healing it leads to the both of you confessing your feelings for each other.

------- Imagine -------

“I’m fine.” He felt gruffly for what felt like the thousandth time as you stood next to him with your hand hovering over him unsure of where to touch.

“No, you’re not, you idiot. You could have died.” You said exasperated.

“Yet, here I am fit as a…well not currently fit as anything but I am fine.” At your annoyed look he sighed and continued, “Look, I learned from a young age not to show weakness, okay? I solve my problems with my anger and my fists. So when I tell you I’m fine, I am.”

“Look, I understand that is how you process things, but I don’t. I was very scared, and worried, please Arthur just…don’t fo that to me again. I couldn’t stand it if you got hurt because of me.”

“Why?” he said, genuinely looking confused as he lay there. “It’s not like this is any different from normal.”

“Yes it is!” You all but yelled running your hands through your hair in your frustration with him.

“Why?” he asked again, too nonchalant and relaxed for almost having died. You wanted to shock him, make him realize why it hurt so much.

“Because I love you, you idiot!” You yelled, going to move away before his hand shot out and gripped your arm, stronger than you expected for his injured state, and then pulled you down on top of him. He grunted at the pain then and you tried to pull away again, scared an embarrassed both at hurting him and at your words. He only held you tighter and pressed your face to his in a deep, long kiss.

[starrspice]

Obsessed with the pirate au, how serious were Y/N's physical injuries? How long did it take them to recover from psychological injuries and how did they do it? What are their roles on the ship? Oh oh! Since they don't speak, did Sun and Moon try to communicate with Y/N through signs or writing?

Their injuries weren't anything TOO insanely severe. The worst they had when Sun and Moon rescued them was a deep gash in need from stitches, a twisted ankle and some bruising (especially where their chains were)

Although Sun and Moon were horrified to see all their old scars plenty of which were caused by Y/N just surviving in the sea. But plenty of which were caused by brutal batterings from previous "Owners" trying to tame them as though they were a beast

As for their Psychological injuries those are a bit more complicated. Y/N was discovered to be a siren years ago so they've been sold, traded, "tamed", and "trained" countless times. They have an innate distrust of everyone they meet now, and have some pretty heavy trauma that continues to affect them. But they're trying to heal and move on.

Along the way they kind of recognized that just like there are good and bad sirens, some humans are good, and some are bad. It took a lot of help and kindness from some nicer people for them to learn how to trust again but they're certainly more wary than when they were younger. So they're extra cautious with Sun and Moon. Scared and debating whether they can truly trust the two or not. As for the how, when you're chained up like an animal left alone in a cage one has lots of time to think and introspect

As for their role on the ship they really don't do much at first, as Sun and Moon insist on their injuries healing first. But after that they're just slowly eased into general shipwork. Mostly like cleaning until they learn the more intricate jobs. They still remember a littke from their early years becoming a sailor but they're very rusty.

That is indeed the trouble! Truthfully they don't really communicate at all. Since they refuse to talk, they didn't even acknowledge when Sun and Moon talked to them until a little after their injuries healed. At one point they tried talking through sign (only to realize they only know mer sign and Sun and Moon couldn't possibly know it)

As far as human languages go they can speak a few fairly well (perks of being a siren) but they're pretty illiterate with anything other than Mermaid and Siren literature so Sun and Moon just kind of learn to read their body language and facial expressions

[st4rsinthenight]

★ROTTMNT: whats if.. AU, [II]★

★spoilers for the 'ROTTMNT: Movie, mentions of death, major character death and injuries★

★Okay so, I've seen a few comics and AU's of what would happen if Leo never got out of the 'Prison Dimension', and they are all pretty sad but..★

★What if Leo, MADE it out of the 'Prison Dimension', but because he was so badly beaten up by the Kraang, he couldn't survive for more than a few minutes.★

★So, his brothers would have see the fact that Leo is die right in front of their eyes.★

[ahllohehn]

can life series mumbo k jumbo stop seeking for grian everytime he starts burning im gonna start having delusions again

[indieyuugure]

Episode 3 of Fading Fantasies! Happy ending guys! I promise!

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[indulgentdaydream]

Can you write something where the reader is badly injured in some way and jason rushes her to the manor for help and everybody is confused on who she is bc they didnt even know he was in a relationship (despite them being together for awhile) but they see how soft and cute he is with her. (I’ve never made a request so sorry if it got kinda rambley)

anon you’ve got me TEEMING with ideas I LOVE the trope of nobody knowing jason has a girlfriend and they find out but it is NOT by Jason’s choice nor reader’s.

Also omg? Your first ask is to lil ol me?? That means this is a special occassion. And you’re doing great I’ve def sent worse asks.

Out of the Bag

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader || Hurt and Comfort.

Word Count: 1,862

Warnings: Injuries, swearing, near death experience, blood, knife mention, stabbing, canon-typical violence, use of pet names (princess, baby), drug (pain med) use

You were sat in an alleyway, vision going in and out.

“Tell me something, princess. Anything.” Jason’s voice rang out in your ear.

That’s right. In your right hand, you held your phone, to your ear. Your other hand was pressing the fabric of your coat to the side of your stomach. The blood had soaked through, becoming sticking on your palm and fingers.

You should’ve listened to Jason. You shouldn’t have walked home alone, at night. Luckily your phone had been in your pocket and not your purse, which had been stolen from you by the same guy who decided to stab you.

“Princess,” he sounded panicked.

Right. “Wish I had kicked him harder.”

You heard a sigh of relief leave him, “That’s my girl.”

The phone slipped from your grip a little as your head swam. The sight of blood coming from your own abdomen made no help in quelling your nausea.

You fixed the phone. You had called Jason the second the guy ran off, leaving you to bleed out. He was driving, you think. Tracking your phone to try and get to you. “How far?”

He said something you didn’t hear. Your vision was swimming, your side was aching, and you couldn’t help but keep this funny understanding out of your mind that you were dying.

That this is something Jason had come back to your apartment with a few times, claiming it was nothing. It was something.

You heard him call your name, “What’s around you?”

“I’m tired,” you mumbled.

It seemed to happen in a blink of an eye. Jason was trying to tell you to stay awake, to look at the alley around you. To look out towards the street and tell him what you saw. Then he was there, standing in front of you, his helmet hiding his face.

“I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He cupped your face, tapping your cheek to get you to open up your eyes. He crouched down, pulling your hand from your side to assess the damage.

You smiled lazily and leaned forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

Jason muttered a slew of swears as he pressed something soft yet hard against your agonizing wound. You let out a yelp before Jason was picking you up, placing you on his bike.

He’s talking fast, “Fuck. Okay, listen to me. We’re going to go somewhere new, okay? There’s nowhere around here except there for me to get you safe.”

You passed out nearly as soon as he started the bike.

Jason’s freaking. He had tried to keep you safe from anything like this. From everything less than this. And here you were, bleeding out in his arms as he carried you through the batcave. He beelined for the cots and the medical supplies off to the side. He knows his motorcycle couldn’t have been the smoothest of rides for someone in your condition, but it’s all he had in such a short time span.

He’ll apologize when you wake up.

When. He repeats. When she wakes up and when we can get the hell out of this place again and when I can remind her I love her.

No one was back from patrol yet. He set you down on the cot before tearing off his helmet. He tossed it aside, pulling out a med bag and ripping it open. He pushed up your shirt, examining your side and where he had placed the military-grade gauze pad. He curses at the amount of blood.

His hands are shaking. Jason’s hands don’t shake, but you’ve proven to him a lot of things you could make him do that he hadn’t known he was capable of in the last year and (almost) a half of your relationship.

Jason nearly drops the suture thread before another hand is reaching out from just behind him. It catches the thread and Jason looks back over his shoulder. Alfred’s there, moving up to you.

“Allow me. You keep checking her vitals.”

Jason hadn’t even heard him come up. He’s nodding, stepping back to let Alfred take over the stitching. He moves to the other side of the bed.

That’s when he catches sight of the dark figure moving closer from behind Alfred. Jason immediately fixes him with a deadly glare, pointing at Bruce, “Do not come closer!”

Bruce stills. He’s in his bat suit, his cowl hanging behind his head, exposing his face. He looks down to your body, “Who is she?”

Jason doesn’t want him here. Rather, he doesn’t want to be here. You should’ve been home by now. Getting ready for bed and sending him a goodnight text. He turns his gaze back to you.

There’s some hair across your face that he hadn’t noticed. He moves it out of your way without a second thought, “My girlfriend.”

“Finally feel some remorse for sending someone to their grave, Todd?” Damian’s voice spoke up, walking up and stopping beside Bruce, “He’s probably trying to just reverse what he did.”

Jason ignores him. He wants to yell, scream, and maybe shoot the little bastard, but he was right. In a way, this was his fault. He didn’t look after you. He should’ve offered you a ride. Called you a taxi. An uber. Anything.

Jason grips your hand into his. It’s a way to count your heartbeat, and another way to ground himself. To reassure that you’ll be okay. His other hand stays on your cheek. His thumb gently moves back and forth, stroking your skin.

He barely registers Bruce telling Damian to go wash up. When the brat is gone, Bruce speaks up again, “What happened?”

Jason doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “She was walking home from her friend’s. A mugger got her purse, she fought back. He stabbed her.” Jason takes a deep breath, “She still had her phone. She called me. I brought her here because it was closest.”

A beat of silence. Still stitching you up, Alfred speaks, “How come we’ve never been introduced?”

Jason shakes his head, “I didn’t want her near any of this. She’s bad off enough sticking with me.”

Once you stabilize, Jason brings you up to his room in the manor. He walks past Dick, Tim, Duke, Cass, and Steph without looking at them. They sit around the batcomputer, watching Jason gently carry you out ot the cave.

He changes you out of your dirty clothes once he makes a run back to your apartment to grab you some of your own spare clothes.

Asides from that, he doesn’t leave your side.

He lets you have the bed to yourself. He pulls up a chair beside it, waiting for you to wake up. He didn’t want you to be alone when you did, in a strange place after a traumatic event. It was a recipe for disaster.

The sun’s been up for a long while and Jason hasn’t budged. He sits there, your hand gripped in both of his, held up and pressed against his mouth. His lips brush over your knuckles whenever he speaks up. Uttering a “I’m sorry.” every now and then.

There’s a light knock at the door before it’s cracking open. Jason turns his head to find Dick poking his head in. Jason glares at him.

Dick steps further in, presenting the tray he was holding. There were two glasses of water, some solid foods, and lighter ones, probably for you. Jason looked back down at you, letting his older brother enter.

“Just… figured since you’ve been cooped up in here all day,” Dick begins, setting the tray down on the beside table beside Jason.

Dick moves back around. He stands at the end of the bed, leaning against the tall bed post that was meant to hold up a canopy. “I heard…” he trails off, before nodding and your body in the bed, still unconscious, “Who is she?”

Jason looks up at his brother, not letting go of your hand, “So you haven’t heard.”

Dick rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Jason raises his brows a little. He looks back down at you. His hand reaches out to brush along your forehead, moving away imaginary stray hairs, “My girl.”

Dick nods in understanding, “How long you two been together.”

Jason pauses in thought, “Over a year. Our anniversary was in December.”

A small, choked sound comes from outside the door, in the hallway. “A year?”

Jason looks up at Dick, who makes a face that shows he’s knows he’s been caught.

“Are they seriously listening right now?”

Steph poked her head in first, an apologetic smile on her face, “We wanted to know!”

Duke pokes his head in next, just above Steph’s, “And we wanted to meet her.”

Tim’s head in next, above Duke’s, “You can’t carry a random bleeding woman into the cave and expect the family of detectives to not be curious.”

Cass’ head appears below Steph’s. She nods in agreement.

Jason let’s one hand go of yours to wave his hand through the air, “What the fuck? She’s not even awake!”

“Well that’s why we sent Dick as bait.”

“For the record,” Dick held up a finger, “They built off of my original, innocent idea of bringing you snacks.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jason stands up, taking a few steps forward. He points them all back towards the door as they start to filter into the room, “Get—“

“What’s going on…?”

Jason’s whole body whipped back around at the sound of your groggy, rough voice. The others watch as he’s back at your side in a millisecond, his whole demeanour changed. “Hey, you’re okay. Everything’s okay. Remember how I said we were going somewhere new? You thirsty, baby? Here, I got you some water.”

“Oh, you certainly did not get the water,” Dick piped up.

Jason glared back over his shoulder as he held the glass of water for you, keeping the straw Dick had added placed in your mouth.

You stopped drinking, your eyes now on the other people in the room. You turned your head, propped up against pillows Jason had put there for you. You weakly raised your left hand to wave, “Hi… oh?” your gaze turned down to your hand. A heart monitor clip sitting on your finger grabbed your attention. You gave a confused pout at it, “I feel funny.”

Jason set the water aside again. His glare was gone. He leaned in, kissing your forehead, “You’re hopped up on pain meds. That’s why, princess.”

“Damn,” Steph spoke up, “I wish I got the literal princess treatment.”

Jason turned back around, pointing out the door, “Get. Out. Leave my girlfriend alone until she’s better.”

You looked at the strangers, pointing at Jason with your left hand, “I’m his girlfriend.” Your head tilted back against the pillows as you stared up at Jason, pursing your lips, "I’m tired.”

“I know,” Jason said softly. The others began to filter out of the room as he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, this time on the lips.

From the exit, a collective, “Awwww,” sounded out.

“Out!”

Your drugged up voice came after his, once they were all back in the hall, “Nice to meet you!”

[reginalusus]

Ah yes. When the protective dad-figure beats up the son-figure's past tormentor only for said tormentor to make a point(?), because the tormentor is the catalyst of Gotham's chaos, and seeing two pieces of the debris from said chaos come together to try and be less broken is amusing. The butt of Gotham's joke, if you will.

I just felt like illustrating a scene from a possible future Harvey-Jason-centered fic...

[frownyalfred]

Do you have any Thomas Wayne headcanons ? <3

has the unique ability to curl up and nap anywhere despite being 6 foot+ (it’s where Bruce gets the ability to sleep in the field from)

played rugby in college

recruited Alfred himself when Alfred, in the employ of another family as a valet, herded Thomas politely away from a car with the employer’s children waiting inside (Martha was pregnant or about to be and Thomas was impressed)

would box with Alfred on slow nights, yes shirtless (Martha pretended not to watch but she’d peek)

Bruce slept more in his arms than the crib or anywhere else for his first few weeks of life

brilliant but spacey at times. Martha gave up trying to help/remind him so sometimes he’d show up to fundraisers/galas/events sans tie, socks, etc

hated being in those social circles and considered his medical peers and the staff at WE (Lucius Fox, etc) as his real social circle

the definition of quiet wealth, if you saw him on the street you wouldn’t guess he was so extravagantly wealthy

worked the ER for a long time, and saw the worst of Gotham (via its victims) which led to increased donations and the establishment of several additional charities

met Martha on a beer crawl and was entranced when she turned him down 3-4 times before finally agreeing to date him

was a bit of a womanizer before he got married, but after he met Martha his eyes never strayed, not even once

if Martha kicked him out of bed he would whine and sleep at the foot of the bed on the floor instead of literally any of the 24 bedrooms in the Manor or like, the couch

defended his choice to marry Martha to both his family and hers (no one liked the match)

it took him longer to die in that alley than people realized. Alfred, when reading the autopsy report, believed it was due to his need to ensure Bruce was safe. Martha died nearly instantly.

[lesiasmadness]

Consider: chaos emerald assisted necromancy

No context for this one, just having fun with an edgy idea

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[kyuhudraws]

Strong bird prince!

[pipinpali]

Gtober - day 9: Discovery

TW: Drawn blood, injury, mention of death

"I honestly thought you were gonna kill me that day..."

First. First meeting!!

[ficmesideways]

Request for @sacredwarrior88 Gif Source: Hobbs

Imagine going into cardiac arrest while at work and Hobbs saves your life which leads to you two dating.

------- Imagine -------

You sigh again, the intense heartburn ad pain you felt all day really starting to take a toll on your energy. You could barely focus on what Hobbs was saying in the meeting and when everyone was finally dismissed you found yourself very slowly standing and feeling lightheaded. You barely heard Hobbs ask if you were ok before everything went black.

+

Lots of recovery and months of Hobbs spending countless hours helping you through every aspect of change in your life and you had been drawn inexplicable closer. He had saved your life, helped you through recovery, got you back to work. Had been the one there for every stumble and every victory since the near heart attack; so it was no wonder you had fallen for the man. When you had finally built the courage to tell him as such, you had gotten a small smile and a quick kiss. As if he had just been waiting on you to confirm his own feelings. Ever since then it was the two of you against the world.

[incorrect-stardew-quotes]

Sam: I broke my leg yesterday

Farmer: Why does that make you smile?

Abigail, already picking out coloured pens with Sebastian: Means we get to spend the afternoon drawing on his cast.

Sam, grinning with his injured leg up: Worship me!

[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred: Miss Stephanie, what’s all over your arms?

Stephanie: Oh, my bruises? I can explain all of those.

Stephanie, pointing: Sparring practice, fight with a hammock, slept on an Oreo.

[jinxedruby]

Inktober Day Three: Boots

The companion piece for Whumptober day four (next part link will take you there)

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[indieyuugure]

Episode 4 of Fading Fantasies! In case you were wondering, Splinter actually ended up doing about 3/4 of the actual stitches on Leo’s back since Donnie had to ensure Leo didn’t die of exsanguination.

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