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Shadamy week - Day 2: Sick Day
This one is really short. I'm probably going to make it longer at some point, but I'm good with its length for now. I also don't enjoy working things that I feel like everyone else has written well already, so I played with the trope. Enjoy!
The first day was the scariest. He might've been more scared than she was. She was still sleepy from it all in the passenger seat, while he was desperately trying not to break the steering wheel from how hard he clenched it.
Once they were home he gently picked her up-again, trying not to hold her tighter than he needed to-and brought her into their house.
"It's... funny..." she muttered. "I think... I think you're more scared of this whole... surgery thing than I am."
"That's... not innacurate," he admitted. He was more then scared. He was petrified. After all those years of watching test after test after test for Maria, and none of them ever seemed to help. Sometimes they tested normal. How did that make any sense!? If she's in pain then clearly something wasn't normal!
"Silly Shadow," Amy muttered, bringing him back to reality. "I'm absolutely...ly fine."
"You don't sound it," he said with a small smile. "Not when you talk like that." He didn't waste any more time, he set her on the couch. "How do you feel?"
She hesitated. "Sleepy... tired... less nausous. Half my stomach hurts."
"That is the part they worked on." She nodded. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"...Yeah, but I don't want you to move me again."
"Okay."
"But I want you to stay here."
"With you?"
"Mmm. Sleep here. With... me."
He glanced at the cough next to her. "Doesn't seem too comfortable."
"I don't care. If you donnn't be here, with me. You'll go inta your room and, and, and..."
"'And' what?"
"Shut up, I'm finding the word." She was quiet for a moment. "Catastrophize."
"... You know me well." She grinned.
"It's my girlish intuition."
It was the best sleep he had the entire week.
Yeah, teeny tiny. But there you go. It's based on the gall bladder removal surgery I got a while back.
DAY TWO Emmet appreciation month (June 2024)
[White]
When the first of the seven stages hits.
There´s no story to this one, really. I love abstract prompts as much as I despise them.
Day 2: Favorite episode
I never really thought about it before, but I guess my favorite would be The Moons Of Thalos 3
I love Mona she's so cool
The gentleness of caring
Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 2—Chronic Pain Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Ship: Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto | TodoBaku Rating: T Tags: Reincarnation AU, dreams of previous life, chronic pain, domesticity Beta: @sysiumblue
The nightmare that Katsuki had was familiar, but so much worse than usual. Dark views of someone that looked surprisingly like him in a tight shirt and cargo pants and fighting someone a lot bigger than himself. And then, he felt the heat prickle through his veins, before the big boom that he could feel in his wrists. The bones felt like shattering, but they were kept together by a sheer force of will from his body.
Those dreams are how he tries to explain away his wrist problems in day-to-day life, because no doctor could ever find an answer. Nobody knew why he’d be feeling the pain that he was.
He felt a shift in the sheets next to him a few seconds before Shouto’s head popped out from under the mountains of blankets he swears he needs. His eyes immediately fell to where Katsuki was massaging his right wrist. The dreams always made the pain more pronounced.
Without saying anything, Shouto gave him a kiss on his temple before climbing out of bed. Katsuki knew that it was to get all the creams, tapes and guards he always adorned Katsuki with to survive throughout the day.
They didn’t need words for this ritual anymore, Katsuki just hoped he could probably show his appreciation for Shouto the way the love of his life deserved it. But, that brought up the pod of guilt Katsuki always felt after the dreams. He couldn’t tell Shouto. That they always fought. Almost to the point of death. How Katsuki had died at some point.
That even less than lovers, they were sworn to be enemies by trade.
Shouto padded back into the room in his too-big pajamas, and sat cross-legged next to Bakugou. It took him back to when they were just in High School with Shouto in front of his books in the very same position. Tongue sticking out in concentration.
And Katsuki’s chest squeezed knowing that Shouto put the same effort into his care as he did into his studies, his work, everything that had ever been important to him.
Shouto gingerly took Katsuki’s right wrist into his hands and started methodically massaging the inside with deep heat cream before putting on a compression band, securing the wrist guard and fastening it to where he knew Katsuki found it comfortable. With his left wrist, Shouto used sports tape to tape out a makeshift guard. After each turn, Shouto placed little kisses on Katsuki’s wrists; the warmth felt like it would burst out of his chest. He couldn’t care about the position they were in, or the fact that Shouto felt insecure about morning breath most days. Katsuki took Shouto’s face into his hands, letting his thumbs trace out his husband’s face under his own calloused fingers and finally pulled Shouto close enough to kiss him.
Shouto gasped in surprise, before pushing back into Katsuki, and when they pulled back, Shouto had a light flush spreading over his cheeks.
“Good morning, icy.” Katsuki’s voice was still gravelly with sleep and Shouto only sighed and leaned his forehead on Katsuki’s shoulder, drawing closer and relaxed in Katsuki’s embrace.
Yeah, Katsuki didn’t care what happened in the dreams, because they didn’t include this. And this, right here, was everything he wanted from the life he was living.
Day 2: “Damn your eyes” (And those muscles!).
Red + muscle dude from Costa Rica.
Day two: Damn your eyes
There has always been something about his eyes that fascinated Red. Donald’s job, his moral compass and his blind loyalty to his ‘FBI’ has always bored him to tears. But his are eyes an entirely different matter.
They are like the coolest pools of green, a sonnet can easily be written of their depths, their sheer intensity, their honesty. His face might be resilient to showing emotions, but they have no such qualms. Burning like fire, freezing like ice, softening like heated butter. They show what he’s thinking – without his consent.
And more often than not, when turned to Red they are hardened like steel, ready to be forged in the fire to be burned into a flaming weapon.
It never fails to make him smile.
Donald is not without passion, not without merits. Red often wonders what it would be like to turn that passion to something of real value. To send Donald into deserts and jungles to liberate those who cannot liberate themselves. He knows he would be marvellous at it. Donald was born to protect and defend; he would take to it like a Knight to his sword.
But it’s not to be. Donald has been sealed into the core of his FBI, he’s been crafted and moulded into something unbreakable. Even if Red could convince Donald that he can help people, the man would never turn his back on his team.
It angers Red, only serving to make him jaded and bitter towards Donald when the thought comes up. Donald takes it, let’s the punches land like bombs against his shields, keeping his face impassive and his words measured.
But his eyes burn, with fire, with anger and brimstone. And Red remembers why he endures all his failings.
He just can’t get enough of them.
@theblacklistrareshipsweek
Day 2, "Damn Your Eyes"
Even Tom can't resist those ever-changeable hazel Ressler peepers! "Damn, what have I gotten myself into now?" 🤣 #Tessler!
#theblacklistrareshipsweek #TBLRSW #donaldressler #tomkeen #tessler
@theblacklistrareshipsweek Day 2, “Damn Your Eyes”.
Do you think you’d love them all the same? (and even if) You’d lose everything, faith too. You gave your blood And the rest of that ridiculous crown And all your rags for just one dollar.
Lyrics from “Jesus Died in Las Vegas” by Spiritual Front
Day 2. “Damn your eyes”, part III. Donald Ressler/Laurel Hitchin.
The name eyes game.
Out of turn, or when one of the admins overuses Photoshop xD
Gay vibes aka Homosexual tendencies
Day 2. “Damn Your Eyes”, part II. Rescott/Pressler
Should I really write something?)
The Blacklist Rare Ships Week
DAY 2: “Damn, your eyes...”
This is actually what made my heart rate quicken. I’m not even joking! This is the EXACT frame that made butterflies erupt inside my stomach. The second picture is another pic that made my heart flutter.
Look, I know that these are literally the same pics from last time but idgaf. This is all we have of this beautiful pairing!
I will def draw artwork for RayAnne by the end of the week for my fellow shippers so we don’t have to fixate everything on that one masterpiece that is the first picture! I probably will draw a minimalist piece of them bird-watching or something like that. Or maybe them walking in Central Park. Who knows? All I know is that I cannot continue to reuse the same images, haha.
Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”
Ilya: Katarina! Stop! Katarina, stop! Katarina: You said we’d figure a way out of this, and I have. You tracked me down here. We fought. I went over the edge. You’ll be a hero. You’ll get your life back. Ilya: Katarina, please, I have a way to get your life back, a way for me to get my life back, a way to escape the Cabal, the KGB, the Americans, and no one has to die. The world doesn’t know what happened to Raymond Reddington, Katarina. It is a mystery, right? So, we give them the answer. Katarina: What does that mean? [ Ilya comes up behind her and grabs her around the waist ] Ilya: Will you let me explain? Let me explain. Katarina: No. Ilya: Please, let me explain.
Day 2. “Damn your eyes”. Redlin/Bermond xD
I am in love with Peter Stormare (since “Constantine”, I assume), so when I saw him in TBL, I was like “OOOOOOH look at him!1″ And I also think, Red and Berlin have tremendous tension. Btw, I have a headcanon where they were meeting long time ago, but it’s a story for another time.
Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”
Ilya: Well, don’t take it personally. It’s how, uh, all moral relativists feel about righteousness in the face of impossible odds. On the plus side, I’ll have nothing but love for you if we succeed, which we won’t. Katarina: We? Ilya: Well, we pledged our lives to each other. Katarina: [ SIGHS ] When we were 6. Ilya: And a promise is a promise.
TBLRSW Day 2: "Damn Your Eyes"
Red/Cooper
Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”
Is it a stolen glance, seductive gaze, or shameless stare which makes your heart beat faster?
Two scenes jump to mind.
The first is from 2.22. Liz went to Tom for help and instead of running to save himself, he stayed to help her. I think Liz was always in love with Tom, always knew him, but I think she realized it in increments over the course of S2 and S3. This was one of those moments when she realized that all she wanted was him. He was home.
The second is from 3.17 just before their second wedding. I love the way she’s teasing him, how she misquotes Lewis Carroll to him, and just how much they love each other in that moment. She didn’t need perfect. She had him.
Mondays are such a... Well, you know.
But we're hoping it won't keep you from celebrating your fav things about The Blacklist with us!
Hope your Monday is better than Don's :)
Good morning, fellas!
It’s Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”. Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|
Something to set your creative mood for the day by our glorious host, @yddraigwyllt
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Red/his mirror reflection
Slow blues flows from the Sennheiser, reverberating through each cell of his body with pleasure. Red hums to the rhythm, slowly flexing his fingers and doing his tie in a Windsor knot.
He looks marvellous. Astonishing. Fabulous.
Each and every detail of his garde-robe is impeccable, clings to his body like a second skin, accentuating the shape.
In no hurry, Red turns around, trying to see himself from the back, and then turns around again, looking at his own eyes in the reflection. They are hazel, dark; a devilish twinkle giving away his attitude, tempting and sensuous.
“Parfait,” Red says, putting on his vest. He is ready for work.
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WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).
Good morning, fellas, and let’s roll!
Day 2: “Damn Your Eyes”
Is it a stolen glance, seductive gaze, or shameless stare which makes your heart beat faster?
Confused? Brush up your memory here: FAQs|Guidelines|Daily Themes|Ship Ideas|
WE TRACK: #the blacklist rare ships week, #TBLRSW (#tblrsw).
Inktober day 2! Sppiiddeeeer, i didnr feel lik shading this one, ill probably touch it up ad shade it someday, buuut work tired me out and this is all i did heh
Daily Doodles- Day 2 - 17/04/24
A little more than a doodle, but ✨
The tag is #agdoodles
Day 2: Greek Gods AU
England is the god of the sea (Poseidon) and France is the god of the wine and grape harvest (Dionysus)
Lidocaine
Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 2: Chronic pain Fandom: My Hero Academia Ship: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku, BakuDeku Rating: Explicit (Like what E means. Unless you mean ecstasy, which, fair) Tags: Chronic pain, sex, explicit sex, it's cute and wholesome and warm, Bakugou "looks after" Deku IYKYK, bath time
His bones were stitched together with steel threads. Every morning, the ache began. He’d stretch and groan. The smothered embers of old wounds burned in his joints. Alone in his room, he’d cry. Soft, warm tears would soak his crumpled pillow that was half off the bed. Shoved to the side from the tossing and turning. He’d curse and scream. He was trapped in a body that wouldn’t work. He was ready for a new day. Mentally excited to jump into the training and classes.
But his body…
It wasn’t keeping up.
Katsuki would enter. The familiar footsteps would cross the floor, and pick his limp body from the mattress. They were in their last year now. Adults. But this tradition started years ago. The blonde would carry him to the bath, lay him down in the scalding water, and wash his hair. Soft scrubs. How tenderly he’d reach between his legs to clean the intimate sections. Izuku let out a soft moan. Having his man working him over like that, as the heat soothed his battered body…
Euphoric.
Katsuki thought so too.
The normally explosive blonde wordlessly stripped down, exposing himself. He climbed in behind Izuku and held him. Kissing his temple, hands massaging thighs, fingers…deep inside of him. Before Izuku could fully make sense of the situation, Katsuki gave a solid thrust inside his lover.
“Fuck…” Izuku moaned, his head rolling back to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. It was a lazy pace. Easy. Both needing close more than release.
“Shhhh. I’ve got you.” Katsuki whispered. And he did. He always did.
Closer and closer. Izuku couldn’t keep himself quiet. His hands reached up to pull Katsuki’s face to his. He needed more. More taste. More of him. The kiss was the downfall. It was searing. Desperate.
Izuku tumbled over the edge, a guttural moan releasing from his throat as he released. Katsuki wasn’t far behind. Rocking into his lover, he crashed over that edge with a solid “Fuck.” As he grabbed onto Izuku’s hips for dear life.
The two lay like that. Easy. Together. Pressed and held in the bath. The chronic pain is always there. But Katsuki allowing him the pleasure of forgetting to remember it, if only for a moment.
Inktober: Day 2
Spookier....