leg infection

Handle Me

Ivar x Reader 

Warning: possible triggers, mature themes

Originally posted by all-about-that-fandoms

You shifted awkwardly in your chair, hands immediately going to smooth down the skirt of your floor length dress. It was not often that you wore such dresses, or any dresses for that matter. Being born on a farm and raised without a woman in your life, you were not a graceful being. You were a shield maiden, a fierce fighter. This has earned you several scars among your body, that littered it alongside the several tattoos that you had been given as sign of comradeship with your other fellow soldiers.

It was an understatement to say that you felt uncomfortable as you sat down next to the usual flower picking girls around the table. You were sitting next to Ubbe, who had Margrethe on his other side. He must have picked up on your awkwardness when you had first entered the dining hall and quickly motioned for you to sit down next to him. You were very grateful, and finally realized why almost all the women in Kattegat melted at the sight of him – not only was he attractive, but he was also a very caring man.

A hand suddenly clamped upon your lower calf. You let out a small yelp, and your battle reflexes immediately took over, making you take whatever you had in your hand (which happened to be a fork) and slam it onto the arm that was holding your leg in a vicious grip. Luckily for your attacker, he quickly moved his arm away. Your fork was now stuck halfway into the wooden floor, its hilt bent oddly towards a side.

“Impressive.”

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4

Repent, for the Antibiotic Apocalypse is Near!!!

“History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man.”

In 892 AD the Viking warrior Sigurd the Mighty defeated the Scottish nobleman Mael Brigte in battle. In celebration of his victory Sigurd strapped Mael’s severed head onto his saddle, and rode around his army in triumph. Unfortunately Mael’s large buck teeth scratched the side of Sigurd’s leg, which became infected, leading to his death a few weeks later. Legend has it that famous whiskey  distiller Jack Daniel died after kicking his floor safe, resulting in a cut on his toe which became infected, leading to his death in 1911. In 1912 inventor and aviator Wilbur Wright developed food poisoning after eating bad shellfish during a business trip. He died at the age of 45. Lord Carnarvon, chief financial backer of the Howard Carter expedition which discovered King Tut’s tomb died in 1923 when a mosquito bite became infected resulting in sepsis. Modern myth has it that he was a victim of King Tut’s curse. More likely he was a victim of living before the advent of modern medicine.

Such was the life of mankind before the invention of modern antibiotics. Every cut or wound could pose a serious risk. Diseases like pneumonia or strep throat could very well lead to death rather than just a few days of bed rest. In fact, much of modern medicine is built upon a foundation of antibiotics. This began in 1928 when the scientist Sir Alexander Fleming (pictured above) identified the first antibiotic, penicillin, after extracting the drug from a mold which had accidentally grown in the culture plates of an unrelated experiment. Since then a wide variety of antibiotics have been developed, allowing mankind to fight a winning war against the bacteria.  However, in recent times, the bacteria have been making a comeback.

While antibiotics are effective, it is only a matter of time before bacteria evolve and adapt to them, developing resistance. When an antibiotic is prescribed but discontinued too early, bacteria that have survived the antibiotic can become immune to it’s effects. Those bacteria of course divide and reproduce, leading to a new strain of bacteria that is resistant to that antibiotic, making the antibiotic useless. A bacterium can even swap DNA with other bacteria, spreading the resistance further. Misuse of an antibiotics can also lead to resistance. For instance when an antibiotic is prescribed for the common cold, which is a virus and cannot be killed by an antibiotic. While eventually the immune system fights off the virus, the antibiotic effects the normal bacteria that makes up our bodily ecosystem, such as our gut bacteria or skin flora. An example of this the bacteria Staphylococcus aureus. For the most part S. aureus lives in the our noses and skin without causing any problems. It’s pretty normal, around 1/3 of all Americans harbor S. aureus in their nostrils. Sometimes, S. aureus can cause minor skin or throat infections, and on rare occasions major infections such as pneumonia and meningitis. Due to the widespread availability of antibiotics, in the past few decades new strains of S. aureus have recently developed, called methicillin resistant Staphylococcus aureus, or as it’s better known, MRSA.

Antibiotic resistance is not a new phenomenon, only a few years after the discovery of penicillin, antiobiotic resistant strains began to be identified. Alexander Fleming himself remarked,

“The time may come when penicillin can be bought by anyone in the shops. Then there is the danger that the ignorant man may easily under-dose himself and by exposing his microbes to nonlethal quantities of the drug make them resistant.”

Therein lies the problem, rather than being treated like a precious and limited resources, antibiotics have been overused and misused as a miracle cure-all. As someone in healthcare I’ve seen many times where physicians will be deluded into thinking that because a drug or treatment works exceptionally well for one thing, it must likewise work well for other things. This results in the physician prescribing the drug like its some kind magical elixir, when in fact it’s  completely unnecessary and am ineffective misapplication of the drug.  Antibiotics are no different. Antibiotics are prescribed for viral infections such influenza, most forms of bronchitis, or the common cold even though they only kill bacteria and parasites, not viruses.  Sometimes, a really sick patient in the hospital will be prescribed an antibiotic in case the illness is a bacterial infection, but when the lab results come back revealing it’s not, the patient will continue to be prescribed the antibiotic “just in case”.  When I was a teenager I was even prescribed amoxicillin for acne. Yes, for acne! Much of it is the fault of the patient. Decades of antibiotic proliferation have created a culture where people believe that antibiotics are a cure for anything. Back in the day, when you were sick, you went to a doctor for an antibiotic. Now patient’s demand antibiotics for any and all illnesses believing they are a miracle cure for everything. Finally there is the 800 lb gorilla in the room; the heavy use of antibiotics for livestock, which accounts for as much use as with humans. More and more, antibiotics have become less and less effective in agriculture creating both antibiotic resistance animal and human strains of bacteria.

In the past three decades, the problem has become a critical issue, with antibiotic strains of diseases plaguing our healthcare system. Research in new antibiotics has failed to keep up, as our current pharmacopoeia becomes less and less effective. If nothing changes, the only prospect for our near future is the “Antibitioic Apocalypse”, the time when most or all of our antibiotics will be useless.  In essence, modern medicine will be knocked back to the days of Sigurd the Mighty. Millions will die from common diseases such as pneumonia. Immunocompromised patients such as cancer patients and AIDS patients will be at risk of infection. Tuberculosis, once considered a 19th century disease, will become common again. Routine surgery could become seriously dangerous with the added risk of untreatable infections. Even simple acts like shaving or parading the decapitated heads of your slain enemies could result in death. 

Fortunately there are things that you, the average person, can do to stave off the Antibiotic Apocalypse. Don’t ask or demand antibiotics for the sniffles or the coughies. You won’t believe the hordes of people that come into the ER with stuff like the common cold when in reality professional treatment was never really needed. Drink plenty of fluids, get some rest, eat your fruits and veggies and you’ll probably be OK.  Stop your doctor from needlessly prescribing antibiotics.  If your doc is prescribing you antibiotics for something other than a bacterial infection or parasite, most likely it is a misapplication of the drug. If you do have an antibiotic, take it until the prescription is done to ensure the infection is completely eradicated. Either that, or ask your doctor if discontinuation is possible.

Do this, or the bacteria will win…

Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU) Part 5

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

“I’m sorry….no…don’t…” You wake up and hear Shawn talking in the dark basement. His voice is soft and sleepy, coming from where he’s laying right beside you. “I love her…stop…don’t want this…” Your heart leaps into your throat and you cover your mouth to keep a gasp from escaping. Was he talking about you? There was no way. It had to be someone else. He was dreaming after all. Just because you’ve been getting closer with him doesn’t mean he dreamed about you. “Just leave…please…I don’t love you.”

“Shawn,” you bump your hand against his. This was getting to be too personal, you didn’t want to hear him say something he wasn’t ready to tell you. “Wake up.”

He snorts loudly, moving his hand to cover yours. He threads his fingers between yours and brings it up to his lips. “G’mornin’ baby,” he slurs sleepily. He’s not fully awake and you know it. He would never be so forward if he was. “Wh’as wrong baby?”

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crutchie and polio

hi everyone! time for an educational post on crutchie and his leg (and the rest of his body!) and the effect polio had on him. i see so many people writing him w scars or like, i twisted up mangled leg. similarly, i see people acting like hes 100% fine other than his leg. this isnt necessarily true! 

to make all ur lives easier, im gonna give a bit of a rundown on polio as far as ive learnt from the documentaries ive watched and the research ive done, and also how it likely affects crutchie. long read ahead!

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Hope you're feeling better by the time you get this message! I have a story set in ancient Rome and I have a character who got hit with an arrow to his thigh. It didn't hit a major artery and the medics managed to get it out in one piece. Would it still be plausible for him to use a crutch or get infections from the wound, or does this seem too outrageous?

Hey there! Your story could be quite interesting! (And I am most definitely feeling better; thanks so much for your concern!!)

The answer to your question is yes. Your character could very well need crutches, or even have an ongoing disability for the rest of his life.

The thing with flesh wounds in the leg, especially the thigh, is that the muscles involved are very large, very strong, and responsible for a LOT of movement. If the arrow severs a tendon or damages the femoral nerve, they may have difficulty using the distal leg or simply be unable to use the leg for the most part.

As for the question of infection, infections were very common in that time, especially with deep puncture wounds (or, in this case, most likely a perforation – a wound that goes all the way through). Bacteria could enter the wound with the arrow, or the wound could be exposed to dirt, dirty bandages, or a dirty hand grabbing at it or tending to it. Hand-washing was not a huge aspect of medicine for a long time after the gladiators ceased to fight. In any event, you don’t need to justify an infection either.

The wound could seep or ooze some pus or bloody fluid, be warm to the touch,and become extremely painful if it becomes infected. It could also smell foul indeed.

The question isn’t justifying their disability, it’s justifying their recovery. You may choose to have the character continue to limp or have this be their “weak leg” for the rest of their lives – which, in gladiatorial Rome, may be very short-lived indeed. They may, with luck and several weeks of rehab, gain full function of the leg back, but this could also end their career.

The power, as they say, is yours.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Bad Luck

@afitz1996 requested a Voltron fic with the below prompt with a sick lance and some klance thrown in;

It’s Nothing - (character) insists they’re fine, right up until they collapse


Lance was breathing hard as he ran, of course he had to be the one that ran into a pack of wild yuppers. He honestly was having the worst luck of the entire team lately, he had been stung by a strange wasp like creature which resulted in his face swelling to the size of a melon for three quintants, he had fallen from Blue’s head when he was doing maintenance on her and sprained his ankle, when he had been electrocuted by the invisible maze when he had been training alone and hadn’t realised that Coran was doing upgrades to the system and had turned the program on unaware of Lance down below.  

And now he was being chased through a strange forest planet by a pack of yuppers that were even larger than Laika and had decided that he was going to be their next meal.  He was barely managing to stay ahead of them as he came across a cliff that was easily 100 feet high and had a waterfall crashing down into a lake below, he hesitated to jump and in that split tick the lead yupper latched onto his right leg and bit down.  Lance managed to activate his bayard and shoot the yupper, causing it to let him go, before he turned and leapt off the cliff face and plunging into water below.

Once he resurfaced, he swum to the opposite bank to ensure that the pack couldn’t follow him but realised that he was now even further away from where had left Blue and his leg was starting to ache.  Lance winced as he bound the bite on his leg, using a strip of his under layer as a makeshift bandage.  He knew he needed to get back to the others before they started worrying and that was the last thing he needed, especially if Keith realised that Lance was hurt again. Honestly that mullet brained boy was the worst kind of worrier, every time that Lance had been hurt lately Keith would hover over him, constantly checking to see how he was going and if he needed a healing pod or some more blankets.

Lance sighed as he pulled up the map of the planet he and his team were currently on, they had come down to explore the unchartered area, the land was covered in large trees and Pidge suggested it could make a good base for the Voltron Alliance.  He studied the area around him and plotted a course that would take him back to Blue but giving the area that he had found the pack in a wide berth, he wasn’t too keen for a round two.

As he started hiking back up the hillside his leg complained, the bite was a deep one and was still bleeding but Lance didn’t have any other option than to continue moving forward, he had no first aid kit or portable healing device, he should chat to Pidge about making one for instances like this, and the only way he was going to get better was by getting back to the Castle.

It had been another varga of walking before his coms crackled to life, “Lance, come in.  What is your eta?”

“Hey Shiro,” he replied privately pleased that it wasn’t Keith who would be able to pick up on the slight hint of pain in his voice, “I had to take a detour back to Blue so I might be another varga or two before I can get back to you all.  How did you go?”

“None of us found any evidence of hostile life or anything that could prove a danger to us or a base. What about you?” Shiro asked.

“Well I did find a pack of wild yuppers.  If we stay far away from where their territory seems to be then we shouldn’t have a problem, the nasty little biters,” he whispered the past part not wanting to raise Shiro’s suspicions.

“Fair enough.  Did you want one of us to come pick you up and take you back to Blue?”

“Nah, the walk will do me some good,” he replied with a laugh.  He could just imagine Shiro’s look of disbelief, while Lance would proactively train and work out, taking walks through nature wasn’t his thing, unless it was a beach or other aquatic area.

“Sure,” he said dryly, “Well don’t take too long, Allura wants to have a team meeting soon about where we are going to set up and all those fun topics.”

Lance chucked, as much as Shiro had a crush on Allura and therefore spent as much time with the Princess as possible, he hated long talks especially on boring subjects.  “Copy that Shiro, I’ll be as quick as I can.”

After he had signed off with Shiro, Lance tried to pick up the pace, the sooner he got back to Blue, the sooner he could take his weight off his leg, the pain was starting to become worse and the longer it went untreated the better chances of infection were.

Another varga passed with no communication from his team but Lance was ok with the silence for once, it gave him the ability to focus on putting one foot in front of another, which was now starting to become a problem.  His vision was starting to blur and he could feel his body heating up, the planet temperature was warm but not warm enough to be causing him to heat up like he was.  

‘Dammit,’ he thought, ‘the bite must be worse than I thought.’

He considered radioing in for help but at that moment he caught a glimpse of blue from in between the trees and realised he had found Blue, he just needed to get into the cockpit and she could take it from there.  He used the last of his energy to hobble over to where she sat in all her magnificence, when he got close enough she dropped her force field and lowered her head so that he could slowly climb into her mouth.

Really?  Another injury?

Lance grimaced as Blue’s voice echoed in his head, “Sure make fun of the injured paladin, what kind of partner are you?”

Once that is starting to wonder if I need to get your mate to be by your side every tick of the quintant so that you don’t get into these situations.

“It’s not like I go looking to get hurt, it just happens!”  Lance made his way to the pilot’s seat and collapsed.  “Can you fly us back to castle?  I don’t think I have the energy to do it by myself.”

Of course I can.  Just relax, I will have you back to the others in no time.

30 dobash’s later Blue glided into her hanger, landing softly as to not disturb her paladin who had fallen asleep on the flight back.

Time to wake little one, we are back.

Lance groaned as he cracked his eyes open, “When did it get so bright in here?”

It isn’t bright little one, there is no difference from when we left. Are you feeling ok?

“I’ll be fine, just need to head to the med bay and clean this bite up and I’ll be right as rain.”

If you are sure then.

Lance could tell that she didn’t truly believe him, but what could she do?  She was a large metal lion, she didn’t have the ability to dress his wounds or escort him through the castle.  He took a deep breath and pushed himself up and had to hold back a whimper of pain, his leg was now burning with a fire that he hadn’t noticed while he was sitting.

“Better get moving then,” he said to himself as he staggered out of Blue’s mouth.  

He called out to his team mates through the coms, “Hey guys, Blue and I are back.  I’m just going to get cleaned up from my nature walk.  Where should I meet you all?”

“Welcome back buddy,” Hunk replied, “We are all on the bridge so just pop in here when you are ready.”

“Thanks man, I shouldn’t be more than a few dobash’s.”

After taking off his helmet, he removed the top layer of armour and placed it on the stand next to Blue, he would need to get a new undersuit after tearing his earlier so it wouldn’t matter if he wandered through the castle in just that.  He shuffled his way through the castle until he could see the doors to the med bay only a few meters away, when his head started to feel dizzy, his vision swam, Lance suddenly felt like the entire world was shifting and the last thing he saw was the floor rushing up to meet him.

“Ok, seriously, I know they guy likes to be clean and all that, but it has been over 20 dobash’s since he was supposed to be here,” Pidge grumbled from where she sat on her chair on the bridge.

“I’ll go see that he hasn’t fallen asleep, he’s probably just tired like the rest of us,” Keith said as he pushed himself off the wall where he had been leaning and walked towards Lance’s quarters.  

Keith decided that he wasn’t going to rush, if Lance was sleeping he wanted to give him as much time as possible to catch up on his rest, the guy seriously needed a good night’s rest.  He turned a corner as he passed the med bay and spotted a black lump on the ground a few meters down the hall and as he got closer he realised that it was Lance!

“Lance?” he hurried over and dropped to his knees, rolling the unconscious boy onto his back.  “Lance can you hear me?”

Lance groaned but didn’t open his eyes, his breathing was laboured and he was covered in sweat.  Keith’s eyes raked over him trying to work out what had happened when he spotted the material tied around Lance’s leg and the blood that had covered the skin that was poking out from underneath his suit.

“Dammit Lance!” he said before picking the boy up in his arms and carrying him into the med bay. Once he had placed him on a table, he dashed over to the communication system and hit the button, “Guys, I need help in the med bay.  Lance is hurt and won’t wake up.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before he ran over to the first aid station and pulled the trolley behind him as he returned to Lance.  He used the scissors to cut away the suit from the leg and as he revealed more skin he saw that the wound was a bite mark of some kind.  The skin around it was red and inflamed, it was infected and leaking blood and puss from the puncture marks.

As he used the first aid kit to clean the wound the best he could, the doors to the med bay opened and the rest of the team ran in with worried looks.  “What happened to him?” Allura asked as she and Coran made it to the table first.

“Something bit him and his leg is infected,” Keith replied looking up from his work.

“Yuppers,” Shiro said, “Lance said that he ran into a pack of wild yuppers but he never mentioned being bitten.”

“Some species of yuppers are known to have a poison in their bites to help bring down their prey,” Coran said, “It’s probably best if we give him a shot of antiyupper just to be safe.”

“Antiyupper?” Pidge asked, “Is that like antivenin?”

“I don’t know what antivenin is but antiyupper counteracts the poison from a yupper bite,” Coran explained as he produced a syringe from a cupboard and injected its contents into Lance’s leg.  

“We should give him a few dobash’s before putting him in a pod,” Allura said as she wiped Lance’s head with a cool cloth, “The antiyupper will take care of the poison and the pod will take care of the rest.”

Lance felt the familiar feeling of cool air and his ear’s popping, ‘I must be coming out of a healing pod’ he thought as he fell forwards into a pair of waiting arms.

“Welcome back Lance.”

“Hey Keith, miss me?” he said with a cheeky smirk.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had been bitten?” Keith asked sternly.

“Cause I didn’t want you to worry.  I didn’t think it was that bad and I thought I could just clean the wound and let it heal on its own.”

“Well obviously you were wrong.  Next time, just tell me if you are hurt ok?”

Lance smiled he would only get one chance to use this line so he better make the most of it, “Yup.”

anonymous asked:

Sole patching up a companion post-battle

(Doesn’t make sense for Nick so I didn’t add him in, also I made them romanced because why not xD) Description of Surgery, not too bad but still. 

Cait: “You had to pick a fight with a deathclaw?” Sole said as Cait put her leg up on the table. She didn’t mean to anger the deathclaw but she was pissed off. Sole ripped open the already torn leg of Cait’s jeans, revealing a few large scratch marks on her thigh, “I’m not going to lie, this is proably going to hurt,”

“wha- AHH!” Cait yelled as Sole put a cloth, doused in alcohol on her leg, causing her to flail about on the chair, “That fucking hurts!” she yelled, when Sole took the cloth away.

“You know what would hurt more? Having to amputate your leg when it gets infected, so quit your whining and let me patch it up,” Sole said and Cait huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Curie: “You don’t have to take care of me!” Curie fussed as Sole cleaned off the blood and dirt from Curie’s arm. She’d fallen over when they were running away from a Super mutant attack.

“I want to, you always look after me, let me return the favour,” Sole leaned in and gently pecked Curie, causing a blush to creep across her pale cheeks. She nodded sheepishly as Sole examined her arm, “Just a scrap, guess you got lucky this time,” Sole said teasingly, as Curie looked at her own arm.

Danse: “That isn’t necessary Sole,” Danse said but Sole hushed him, as they cleaned the blood from a bullet wound in his upper chest, close to his shoulder. Sole delicately cleaned the wound with a wet cloth, soaked in an antiseptic Sole had found in the medicine cupboard, looking up at Danse who winced at the contact of it touching him.

 “Stay still,” Sole said as Danse wiggled about, trying to focus on anything but the pain he was experiencing. Sole placed a clean gauze on the wound, before wrapping a bandage around his chest and arm, “all done see, not that bad,” they said with a soft smile. Danse smiled down at Sole.

 “Uh, thank you, Sole…” he got down from the counter, leaning down, pressing a kiss to Sole’s cheek.

 Deacon: “What’s the situation looking like doc?” Deacon said as Sole held an ice back to his cheek, the purple and red bruising already taken into effect.

“You’re going to be just fine,” Sole said, gently tapping his face, laughing when Deacon winced as they hit off his bruising cheek. Sole handed him the ice pack to Deacon, so he could hold it to his own face, but he pouted.

“What? I don’t even get a kiss better?” Deacon mused, tapping his cheek with his finger. Sole rolled their eyes, pecking his cheek, shaking their head as Deacon smirked at them.

Hancock: “Did you have to hit him?” Sole said, running a cloth under the tap, to wet it. They rang the cloth out in the sink before grabbing Hancock’s bloody hand, his knuckles covered in multiple cuts and bruises.

 “Yeah, I did, he was an asshole,” Hancock muttered in a husky voice, avoiding Sole’s disapproving gaze. He’d only punched the man, multiple times because he’d hit on Sole and Hancock wasn’t bloody having any of that, especially not in his bar, when he was standing right there. Sole laughed, shaking their head. They wrapped a bandage around his knuckles before gently brushing a kiss across them, looking up at him.

 “You’re adorable,” Sole laughed, causing a smile to form on Hancock’s face.

 MacCready: MacCready tossed his head back in pain as Sole, wiggled a bullet around in his back, pulling it out as MacCready squirmed, nearly stopping Sole from removing it.

“Quit whining,” Sole snapped, sticking the tweezers back in the wound in his shoulder, finally getting a good grasp on the bullet and yanking it out of his flesh and tossing it next to them.

“You’re not the one with a bullet in your back,” MacCready finally said back, the pain evident in his voice.

“It’s done now,” Sole ripped off the backing of a medical plaster and stuck it on MacCready’s back and then they kissed the back of his neck, “We’ll have to change the band aid everyday though,”  

Piper: “Would you just pull them out?!” Piper cried as she looked down at her stomach that was riddled with splinters. Sole felt a little guilty, having tossed a grenade in a raider camp to finish them off only for the wood to be ripped apart, sending it flying into the air. Sole carefully removed every last splinter, putting them in a neat pile on the table beside Piper.

“Sorry about that,” Sole said, looking down for a moment, Piper wouldn’t have been in the situation if it wasn’t for them.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” Piper quipped pecking Sole’s lips.

Preston: One of the turrets in Sanctuary had malfunctioned when fending off a group of raiders, exploding on impact, it had sent a shard of metal flying into the air, hitting Preston in the leg. He stumbled back landing on the ground with a pained cry. Sole dropped the rest of the raiders before running to Preston’s side.

“Bite down on this, okay?” Sole said, handing Preston a less than sanitary branch wrapped in material to put between his teeth. He nodded and followed Sole’s orders, clamping his eyes shut as Sole wrapped her fingers around the piece of metal. They quickly pulled it out of his leg, blood spurting out and hitting them in the face. Sole then tightly wrapped a piece of cloth, that Sturges had ran and got, around the wound, double tying it.

“Thanks,” he said, tossing the branch to the ground as Sole helped him to his feet.

“I got your back,” Sole said with a smile, leaning up and pecking his cheek.

Gage: “It’s just a cut, leave it,” Gage said, swatting Sole’s hand away from the gash in his arm, he’d caught it on a piece of broken glass when they’d escaped out of a window.

“That isn’t just a cut, let me help you,” Sole insisted, but he struggled against her, “let me help you,” Sole repeated softly kissing him and he sighed with a nod. Sole grabbed his forearm and pulled it towards them. They used a damp cloth to wipe away some of the blood, rinsing it and squeezing it in between cleaning it. Gage hissed when Sole injected a Stimpak into him, “good as new,” Sole said with a sweet smile and a thankful smile stretched across Gage’s face.

“Thanks,” he said tensing the muscles in his arm, almost to check if they were still working, “what would I do without you.”  

I’ve kept this chapter quite fluffy and cute, and happily domestic too. It should tide over nicely into the next chapter where the drama picks up again. Hope you all enjoy!

Prompt[s]: That was…kinda expected, given you write so sweetly, but a HUG? Like, a nervous, full-on body touching, consoling hug? That’s new, for sure… I love it!

Oh my god. This was just wow. I can’t even. Im giggling like a damn school girl

..so she lives there, now, huh? Can we expect some “domestic” fluff or is that too much to ask?

‘The Tower’ (Part 15)

Part 14

Loki was still awake. He hadn’t slept all night. He couldn’t explain it but there was something… strange, and new, about knowing that when you awoke that morning, you would have no intention of leaving. You were actually here to stay. He had company; company he… enjoyed.

“Good morning,” came a sleepy voice from the bedroom doorway. Loki turned and cleared his throat. You yawned and stretched, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before trudging further into the room. You were still in your clothes from the night before, tattered and damaged from your run through the forest, but evidently still suitable for sleeping in.
“Good morning,” he replied.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! How would the RFA (including V and Saeran) react to soldier MC coming home for the first time in a year and getting surprised? Like, everyone else is in on it and they get surprised and see their gf for the first time in SO LONG? Thanks!!

Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about the military in South Korea, and using what little I can gather from the internet, I tried my best.

Yoosung

  • He was so clingy before you left and cried so hard when you walked away from him.
  • He missed you for so long… And Skype is just not enough!
  • When Saeyoung came to his house and blindfolded him, dragging him somewhere, he was completely oblivious and very confused.
  • When he was allowed to take off the blindfold, he was even more confused.
  • They were standing in an airport.
  • He looked around for a while, really not knowing why they were there. After a couple of seconds, Saeyoung told him to turn around.
  • And there you were.
  • He ran to you faster than he has ever ran before, practically knocking you over.
  • He cried so many happy tears and just.. laid on you.
  • SO many welcome home kisses.
  • Baby boy missed you dearly and he’s going to want to make up for the year you two were seperated!

Jaehee

  • She worried SO MUCH while you were gone ;-;
  • And he stress levels have SKYROCKETED.
  • Now she not only has to worry about her cafe business, but also a spouse in the military?? Much stress
  • So when Zen invited her to a small party, she figured it was a great way to relieve all that stress.
  • She got all dressed up and went over to his place, confused about how there was hardly anyone there. 
  • But then she saw you.
  • She fell to her knees and sobbed as you ran over to her, giving her a hug.
  • She kissed you deeply and wrapped her arms behind your neck, telling you how much she missed you and loves you.
  • Promise her you’ll never leave her again.

Jumin

  • He neeeeeeeds you.
  • He’d forgotten how empty his house was without you in it.
  • Elizabeth became a bigger part of his life again, keeping him company and sitting on his lap when he worked from home.
  • He didn’t think much of it when Jaehee asked him to come to the cafe. It was pretty normal thing, since he had a lot of tips to give on how to run a business.
  • When he walked in the door, he immediately saw you standing there and screamed.
  • No one had seen him with a bigger smile on his face, or with a stronger need for physical contact.
  • He hugged you tightly for so long, wanting to make sure you were really there.
  • He was so glad you were alright and home with him.

Zen

  • Before you left, you two would go to the gym together all the time and it was so cute.
  • Two buff babies making out and lifting weights
  • The first time he had to go in alone he cried on the locker room.
  • He wore a locket with pictures of you two in it so you were always close to his heart.
  • 12 months after you had left, he heard a knock on the door.
  • When he saw you standing on the other side, his face lit up with wonder and excitement.
  • He giggled like a little girl at the sight of the person he loves so much standing in front of him once again.
  • He picked you up and brought you inside, kissing your face all the while.

Saeyoung

  • The only way he wouldn’t know the exact date that you’d return home is if you were presumed dead.
  • Which you were.
  • Your plane had crashed and they assumed you had died, since they couldn’t find anything but your dog-tags. 
  • They returned anything you had with you to him, along with a folded up flag.
  • He hid it in the closet for six months.
  • He prayed every day that you would come home, that he would get to see you again, that he’d receive a letter… Anything. Even just one more moment with you would be a miracle.
  • He was inconsolable. He wanted so badly to get you back, even though he knew it was impossible. They thought you were dead, and since no one had heard anything from you in a long time, he thought you were, too. 
  • So when he got a call from the hospital saying that some girl had been asking for him, he was incredibly confused. Maybe it was Rika? Or maybe Jaehee?
  • He went down right away.
  • When they directed him to the room you were laying in, he was very nervous. They haven’t told him who this girl was or where she came from, and he needed to know.
  • They let him into the room and immediately he fell to his knees, sobbing loudly with a smile so wide it hurt.
  • He ran to you, giggling even though tears were falling down his face.
  • You reached up and placed a hand gently on his face and he held it there, crying harder. 
  • He rocked himself back and forth, pinching his leg over and over again to make sure this was real.
  • You were real.
  • And you were back with him.
  • You had been wandering around the woods for the past 12 months, and had finally made it back to some random base. Luckily, it wasn’t one of the enemy’s and you were able to go home and get medical attention for the injuries you sustained.
  • Your left leg was infected badly and had to be amputated, you had bad burns all over your body, scrapes and cuts all over, and not to mention being malnourished.
  • You had to stay in the hospital for a long time, and he was there every second. He practically moved into the hospital.
  • He wasn’t going to be seperated from you again.

Saeran

  • He’s been pretty upset these past 12 months. Clearly, right? I mean, anyone would be, and with him still in recovery it takes an extra long time for him to feel alright without you there.
  • Saeyoung invited him to hang out with the rest of the RFA. This isn’t the first time he’s been dragged along, so he doesn’t really think anything of it.
  • Everyone was hanging out in Saeyoung’s house. Nothing seemed to be different, except sometimes someone would giggle and be shushed by Mama Jaehee™.
  • He just shrugged it off and continued drinking his drink, stealing the love of the cat Saeyoung had adopted.
  • After maybe ten minutes of this, everyone went quiet. Saeyoung walked in front of his brother and told him they had a very special surprise for him.
  • Before he could respond, he felt a pair of warm hands over his eyes, and a sweet voice whispering in his ear, “Guess who?”
  • He gasps, his eyes wide as he turns around. He screams when he sees you, climbing over the couch and hugging you tighter than he had ever done before.
  • He would bury his face in your neck, breathing in deeply, revelling in the fact that he finally got to hold you in his arms again.

V

  • He wouldn’t tell you, but he was so worried for you he would have a break down at least once a week, if not more.
  • He just… doesn’t really know what to do with himself.
  • And he wants you safe and back home with him.
  • He’d write so many letters and Skype with you every day (or at least as much as he possibly can).
  • When he found out you were coming home, he could hardly sit still. He really needed to see you.
  • It was the longest week of his life, but when he finally got to see (haha) you again…
  • He hugged you so tight and did not let go.
  • Jumin Driver Kim picked you up from the airport and you did not let go of each other until the next morning.
I'm A Search And Rescue Officer For The US Forest Service, I Have Some Stories To Tell

by searchandrescuewoods.

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I wasn’t sure where else to post these stories, so I figured I’d share them here. I’ve been an SAR officer for a few years now, and along the way I’ve seen some things that I think you guys will be interested in.

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I'm a Search and Rescue Officer for the US Forest Service, I have some stories to tell - r/nosleep

I wasn’t sure where else to post these stories, so I figured I’d share them here. I’ve been an SAR officer for a few years now, and along the way I’ve seen some things that I think you guys will be interested in.

I have a pretty good track record for finding missing people. Most of the time they just wander off the path, or slip down a small cliff, and they can’t find their way back. The majority of them have heard the old ‘stay where you are’ thing, and they don’t wander far. But I’ve had two cases where that didn’t happen. Both bother me a lot, and I use them as motivation to search even harder on the missing persons cases I get called on. The first was a little boy who was out berry-picking with his parents. He and his sister were together, and both of them went missing around the same time. Their parents lost sight of them for a few seconds, and in that time both the kids apparently wandered off. When their parents couldn’t find them, they called us, and we came out to search the area. We found the daughter pretty quickly, and when we asked where her brother was, she told us that he’d been taken away by 'the bear man.’ She said he gave her berries and told her to stay quiet, that he wanted to play with her brother for a while. The last she saw of her brother, he was riding on the shoulders of 'the bear man’ and seemed calm. Of course, our first thought was abduction, but we never found a trace of another human being in that area. The little girl was also insistent that he wasn’t a normal man, but that he was tall and covered in hair, 'like a bear’, and that he had a 'weird face.’ We searched that area for weeks, it was one of the longest calls I’ve ever been on, but we never found a single trace of that kid. The other was a young woman who was out hiking with her mom and grandpa. According to the mother, her daughter had climbed up a tree to get a better view of the forest, and she’d never come back down. They waited at the base of the tree for hours, calling her name, before they called for help. Again, we searched everywhere, and we never found a trace of her. I have no idea where she could possibly have gone, because neither her mother or grandpa saw her come down.

A few times, I’ve been out on my own searching with a canine, and they’ve tried to lead me straight up cliffs. Not hills, not even rock faces. Straight, sheer cliffs with no possible handholds. It’s always baffling, and in those cases we usually find the person on the other side of the cliff, or miles away from where the canine has led us. I’m sure there’s an explanation, but it’s sort of strange.

One particularly sad case involved the recovery of a body. A nine-year-old girl fell down an embankment and got impaled on a dead tree at the base. It was a complete freak accident, but I’ll never forget the sound her mother made when we told her what had happened. She saw the body bag being loaded into the ambulance, and she let out the most haunting, heart-broken wail I’ve ever heard. It was like her whole life was crashing down around her, and a part of her had died with her daughter. I heard from another SAR officer that she killed herself a few weeks after it happened. She couldn’t live with the loss of her daughter.

I was teamed up with another SAR officer because we’d received reports of bears in the area. We were looking for a guy who hadn’t come home from a climbing trip when he was supposed to, and we ended up having to do some serious climbing to get to where we figured he’d be. We found him trapped in a small crevasse with a broken leg. It was not pleasant. He’d been there for almost two days, and his leg was very obviously infected. We were able to get him into a chopper, and I heard from one of the EMTs that the guy was absolutely inconsolable. He kept talking about how he’d been doing fine, and when he’d gotten to the top, a man had been there. He said the guy had no climbing equipment, and he was wearing a parka and ski pants. He walked up to the guy, and when the guy turned around, he said he had no face. It was just blank. He freaked out, and ended up trying to get off the mountain too fast, which is why he’d fallen. He said he could hear the guy all night, climbing down the mountain and letting out these horrible muffled screams. That story bothered the hell out of me. I’m glad I wasn’t there to hear it.

One of the scariest things I’ve ever had happen to me involved the search for a young woman who’d gotten separated from her hiking group. We were out until late at night, because the dogs had picked up her scent. When we found her, she was curled up under a large rotted log. She was missing her shoes and pack, and she was clearly in shock. She didn’t have any injuries, and we were able to get her to walk with us back to base ops. Along the way, she kept looking behind us and asking us why 'that big man with black eyes’ was following us. We couldn’t see anyone, so we just wrote it off as some weird symptom of shock. But the closer we got to base, the more agitated this woman got. She kept asking me to tell him to stop 'making faces’ at her. At one point she stopped and turned around and started yelling into the forest, saying that she wanted him to leave her alone. She wasn’t going to go with him, she said, and she wouldn’t give us to him. We finally got her to keep moving, but we started hearing these weird noises coming from all around us. It was almost like coughing, but more rhythmic and deeper. It was almost insect-like, I don’t really know how else to describe it. When we were within site of base ops, the woman turns to me, and her eyes are about as wide as I can imagine a human could open them. She touches my shoulder and says 'He says to tell you to speed up. He doesn’t like looking at the scar on your neck.’ I have a very small scar on the base of my neck, but it’s mostly hidden under my collar, and I have no idea how this woman saw it. Right after she says it, I hear that weird coughing right in my ear, and I just about jumped out of my skin. I hustled her to ops, trying not to show how freaked out I was, but I have to say I was really happy when we left the area that night.

This is the last one I’ll tell, and it’s probably the weirdest story I have. Now, I don’t know if this is true in every SAR unit, but in mine, it’s sort of an unspoken, regular thing we run into. You can try asking about it with other SAR officers, but even if they know what you’re talking about, they probably won’t say anything about it. We’ve been told not to talk about it by our superiors, and at this point we’ve all gotten so used to it that it doesn’t even seem weird anymore. On just about every case where we’re really far into the wilderness, I’m talking 30 or 40 miles, at some point we’ll find a staircase in the middle of the woods. It’s almost like if you took the stairs in your house, cut them out, and put them in the forest. I asked about it the first time I saw some, and the other officer just told me not to worry about it, that it was normal. Everyone I asked said the same thing. I wanted to go check them out, but I was told, very emphatically, that I should never go near any of them. I just sort of ignore them now when I run into them because it happens so frequently

Alex Karev Imagine

Alex Karev Imagine
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Suggestions: Alex and the Reader are friends with benefits, who both want something more. She gets into the plane crash and Alex confesses to her when he sees her in the hospital.
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You rolled your eyes, leaning on your hand as you flipped through a magazine. It was exciting, yet boring, to be a 5th Year Resident. It felt awkward too. Your best friend, who just happens to be your go-to sex buddy, is one too, so sometimes, you’ll both be caught in the O.R., since you both want to get into the same specialty. God, you didn’t know what to feel around him except for love really. You wanted more, but hey, he probably just wants the sex.

“(Y/n), are you on your break,” Arizona walked over to you.

“Yeah, I am, but if you need something, I’m all ears,” You looked up at her.

“You’re going on the trip to Boise for the patient, right?”

“Yes, I am. Why?”

“I’m coming along too.”

“Does Alex know?”

His name rolled of your tongue perfectly. It was like you said his name all the time, every day, in the same tone.

“He’s… not going. He’s going to Hopkins.”

You felt your heart drop. Your blank expression almost made you look like you saw a ghost. You nodded.

“Okay, He didn’t tell me that.”

“Are you going to Hopkins too?”

“No.”

“Why not? It has the best Peds Program in the country.”

“It’s not really for me. I’m staying.”

“Good, good, we need more great Peds surgeons.”

You nodded again, looking back down at your magazine. You checked the time on your phone. You stood.

“Ah, sorry, I have that surgery in 20 minutes. I’ll be heading down to the O.R.”

You took your magazine and walked down there.

“(Y/n)!”

You turned your head to see Alex jog up to you.

“Do you have a second,” He asked you.

“No, sorry, I have surgery… now in 17 minutes. I gotta go.”

You turned your head and walked up to the elevators, then stepped in.

“Good luck at Hopkins,” You called to him as the elevators closed.

You pull out your scrub cap from your pocket and put it on, after braiding your hair of course. The elevator doors open to see a tired Alex leaning against the wall. You stepped out.

“What the hell? Did you just run a few floors,” You asked him.

“Yeah.”

“Why?! Jesus, if you wanted to talk, just meet me outside of the O.R. when I’m finished.”

“(Y/n)-.”

“Alex, I appreciate you not telling me about Hopkins, I really do. I mean, you took the opportunity. Now, here you are, going to be gone… So… No need to tell me anything else. I’m good. It’s your choice.”

You shrugged, heading into the scrubbing room.

After surgery, Alex met up with you again, this time it wasn’t about Hopkins.

“We seriously need to talk (Y/n).”

“I have a plane to catch with Dr. Robbins and the others. Why don’t you say what’s on your mind now?”

He opened his mouth, but then closed it. You grabbed your suitcase from the Resident changing rooms and looked at him.

“Good Luck in Boise.”

You nodded your head.

“Thanks.”

Your heart dropped again. You thought he was going to say something different.

You sat next to Arizona on the plane, frowning as you stared out the window.

“So, how are you and Alex,” She started to ask you.

You shrugged.

“I don’t know. Friends with benefits already, but I want something more. I thought he was going to tell me something more, but he just said ‘Good Luck in Boise’. Who the hell says that,” You muttered.

“Maybe he cares.”

You felt back of the plane jerk back and look.

“Oh crap,” You whispered, seeing it completely gone.

You were ripped out of your seat and shut your eyes, not feeling the rest.

You woke up to see the sun shining on your face. You sat up, your head pounding. You rubbed your face, only to feel something wet. You opened your eyes and screamed at the top of your lungs. Your left hand was fractured in many different places, and it was bloody too.

“Oh god, goddamnit,” You breathed.

You looked around, seeing metal scattered around you. You tore of part of your pants leg and wrapped it around your hand to keep it from getting infected. You got up, wobbling a bit.

“Hello,” You called.

You didn’t get a response. You started going in a direction, not looking back. You placed your right hand on a tree to balance yourself. Your breathing was heavy, which wasn’t really normal. You pulled up your shirt to look and saw your hip was bloody too.

“Great, just my luck.”

You continued walking, just until you heard a scream, and then a ‘shut up’ followed it. You followed the voice, seeing part of the plane. You collapsed next to it, only struggling to get up.

“HELLO,” You yelled again.

“(Y/N),” A panicked voice asked.

“I’m here!”

You got up again, tripping over a log and landing on the ground. You groaned, turning over on your back.

“Where is everybody,” You asked.

Cristina ran over and helped you sit up.

“Uh… Lexie’s dead.”

You blinked twice.

“No,” You whispered.

“Mark’s next to her body, and Meredith’s looking for Derek.”

You nodded, looking down.

“Are you okay?”

“My hand’s broken.”

You held up your wrapped-up hand in front of her.

“Dr. Robbins?!”

“I’m here! I’m here.”

You nodded.

Late at night, everyone’s condition started to worsen. Derek’s hand was broken. Mark’s breathing was getting worse. Arizona’s leg was more infected than ever. It was cold too. You leaned against a rock next to the fire. You breathed heavily, shutting your eyes. The cold was getting to you.

After a week of starving in the wilderness, you woke up in a hospital. You sat up a bit, wincing in pain. You checked your hand and saw it was completely wrapped up. You saw Meredith walking through the hall.

“Meredith!”

She jumped up and looked at you.

“(Y/n)?”

“Where are we?”

“A hospital. Why?”

“Where is everyone?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

“Okay.”

You nodded.

“Have you seen Derek?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

She walked off with her IV. You sat there before hearing a rush of footsteps run in. You turned, only to get hugged tightly. You blinked twice.

“Oh, thank god.”

You softened.

“Alex,” You whispered, placing your head on his shoulder.

He held your head in his hands and kissed you repeatedly. You scrunched up your face a bit. He planted a kiss on your lips.

“You okay,” You whimpered, placing your good hand on his back.

“My heart almost stopped. I thought something happened to you and I wasn’t prepared to face it. Then I saw Mer and she told me you were fine, just a scarred hip and a broken hand.”

You nodded. He kissed your cheek.

“Yeah, I broke my hand.”

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Oh god, you’re okay,” He whispered.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded.

“I love you. I love you, and I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I want to hold you so you won’t get hurt or leave my side. Promise me you won’t leave my side.”

You smiled.

“I love you too, and I promise.”

Dazed and Distracted, Can’t You Tell? (GastonxFemale!Reader fanfic)

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Dazed and Distracted, Can’t You Tell? Chapter 1

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“Must you go join the war?“ You asked for the uptenth time, grasping hold of the 15 year old boys off white peasant shirt. Though he was barely three years older than you, he had already sprouted up over a head taller, so when he looked down at you, you had to crane your neck to look at him in his blue eyes. 

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Fic:  An heni a vez e grass ar merc’hed 2/?

Taking a leap here.  WWII AU, PG-13, wartime trauma and injuries, mentions of Nazis.  French puns.  Names changed to reflect the time and place.  The Syndicate are Nazi-adjacent but working for a different new world order.
Title is from a Breton proverb, but I just used the part that means “he who has the grace of women”.

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day 1: wolf

30 days of 300 word drabbles – frostiron set



“Fascinating,” Loki mumbles, poking a harsh finger around the bite on Tony’s thigh, drawing a loud swear from the owner of said thigh. He isn’t even wearing gloves, the unsanitary asshole. “Well, then.”

“Please,” Tony says, scathing, “please, try to be more obtuse. I enjoy not having a clue what’s going on. It’s wonderful. The suspense, the guessing…”

Loki throws him a withering glare, not that Tony’s earned it, in his opinion. After all, he’s the one laid out on a medical examination table being poked and prodded and ‘hmmm'ed at by a magical, hand-waving being from another realm, because the magical, hand-waving guy that was first on Tony’s list is vacationing in another dimension. Luckily, Thor apparently had his brother on intergalactic speed dial, because not five minutes after Thor left to go track him down, Loki popped out of thin air in a tidy black suit and a manic expression, eager to see Tony’s wound. There’s a bite mark gashed into his thigh—a souvenir from some sort of unholy mutated, half cybernetic dog from a Doom base. It had torn right throw his armor, no never mind, before Rogers was able to disconnect it’s metallic jaw with a will-timed shield.

Normally, Dr Cho would be more than capable of handling the wound, but something about it wasn’t… right. It gave off a foul stink, and the jagged skin around in had turned green, rotting away from Tony’s leg, and the sepsis spreading at a rate too rapid to be natural.

“Am I going to turn into a werewolf?” Tony asks with a stubborn jut of his jaw. He breathed out against the pain, pushing it from his body. In, and the pain rushes back. Out, push it away. A meditative measure that kept him sane back in Afghanistan. “Because, if so, let me die now, because ugh. The fur.”

“Are you utterly incapable of silence?” Loki fires back. There’s a worried bend to his brow that Tony does not like in the goddamn least. “Were you able to bring back a sample of the beast?”

“We tried,” Tony says. “But started to decompose almost as soon as it died. It was hunks of fetid meat and metal by the time we were able to get it anywhere remotely cold.”

“Hmmm… how long was that?”

“A half hour, tops.”

Loki rubs the bridge of his nose. “This,” he says, pointing to the necropsy spreading before their eyes. “Is not of this world.”

Tony snorts loudly. “Thank you, really, I would have never guessed. A genius, truly.”

“And that means,” Loki continues loudly, “that the cure is not of this world, either.”

Tony’s mouth snaps shut. His nostrils flare. “We could remove the leg.”

“No, the infection is in your blood already. There is no point. Remove the leg or no—you’ll be dead in a few hours, once it reaches your brain. I happen to know where a cure could be obtained, however, and I could be tempted into fetching it for you, Stark.”

“What do you want?” Tony says, bitter. The upper part of his thigh throbs, but his calf has gone completely numb. “I won’t–”

“Are you truly in the position to be negotiating terms?”

“I won’t agree to anything that could kill people.”

Loki clears his throat delicately and chuckles. “Nothing of the like. I need… tissue samples, shall we say. Willingly given. Saliva, hair, skin, and… semen.”

Fury spreads through Tony like wildfire. His whole body burns with fever, joints aching. What sick shit was Loki planning? “What’re you–”

Loki tuts. “I shan’t answer. You will accept, or you will die. Choose.”

A moment passes. The searing, stabbing, throbbing, aching pain flares like a volcanic eruption and Tony screams through gritted teeth. Loki just watches, faintly amused and with a detached, almost clinical air. “Fine,” Tony spits. “Cure me, then take what you need.”

Loki holds out his hand, a glittering smile in place, and Tony shakes it, feeling very much as though he just made a deal with the actual devil.



Sundown - Part 4

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Warnings: This chapter is just literal smut. Also loss of virginity, blood, Negan’s potty mouth. 

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