While he’d expected to find Darlin’ at his home tonight, Sam certainly hadn’t expected to find them back where they started all those months ago. Sat on the porch steps.
A Leafs fan, a Bruins fan, and a Flames fan walk into one another on Redacted Asmr tumblr.
HERE HAVE A HOCKEY WIP BC STANLEY CUP PLAYOFFS! This is all thanks to a post from @zozo-01 regarding Darlin’ and the success of the Toronto Maple Leafs. Thank you to @taelonsamada for throwing your heart and soul into this concept as well. Just reposting this here so it can be its own separate thing lmao. Original chaos post.
Just a lil’ snippet of Darlin’ coming to after getting the absolute daylights illegally checked out of them. I have the beginnings of an outline in the making and I am wicked hyped for this.
“Sam? Did we win?” Darlin’s dazed voice rose above the distant hum of the arena. They were starting to come back around again, having zoned out for a few minutes due to a combination of the IV drip of painkillers and concussion.
“Not yet, Darlin’, game’s still goin’,” Sam replied, voice soft as to not aggravate the headache he knew was still there.
“Oh,” they blinked slowly before looking up at the man sitting beside them. “I gotta get back there, then.”
“Nope, we’re actually going to stay out right here, you and I,” Sam told them, gently applying pressure to their chest to keep them laying down. They didn’t get very far to begin with, they were still out of it. He made sure their left wrist remained stationery, not wanting to worsen what he hopes is just a sprain.
“We are?” They asked, eyes blinking owlishly up at him.
“Mhm.” He nodded with a soft smile.
“Just us?” That earned them a small chuckle as Sam moved his hand from their chest to push some their sweat-damp hair away from their face.
“Yup, just us, Darlin’. ‘S that okay?”
“Obviously,” they scoffed playfully with what Sam assumed was their best attempt at an eye roll. They didn’t get very far before wincing in pain.
“Oh, ow, fuck,” they hissed, their muddled thoughts slowly registering the pain they were in.
“Easy, now. You got banged up pretty good out there,” Sam soothed, eyes flicking to the check the status of IV drip for the umpteenth time since first inserting it, making sure nothing had stopped or gone awry. “There’s an ambulance on it’s way, we’re gonna go to the hospital together, you and I, okay? I don’t have what I need here to help you.” His heart squeezed at the sight of their brows furrowing, right fist clenching, and entire body tensing. He knew right away where their thoughts were headed.
“This isn’t your fault,” He took their clenched fist in both of his hands, gently kneading the tense tendons with his thumbs. “You were hit illegally and with malice. Darlin’, you didn’t do nothin’ wrong. No one is mad at you. If anythin’, everyone is itchin’ to make sure you’re alright. Hear me when I say that, okay?”
They nodded tightly, their eyes squeezing shut as a tear escaped. It would be the first of many, he knew.
I just wanted to put out there that if anyone writing fic is looking for a beta reader, I would be more than happy to!
I enjoy the editing process and have a horrible grammar nitpicking habit even though I hate editing my own work lmao. But if you’re looking for someone to help flesh out ideas, help with finding a good flow, or just a second set of eyes, I’d love to lend a hand!
Feel free to reach out!! 😊😊
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“You want to save them? Then beg. Beg like the dog you are, Mutt,” Quinn’s obsidian eyes shone with perverted mirth as his mouth split further into a malicious grin, his gums and fangs glistened with blood. Their blood.
And just like that, they were all gone. No, please. Not again. They’d only just got them all back, they couldn’t afford to lose them again. And yet, here they were. Stuck. Helpless. Useless. Unable to do anything except watch.
TW: Temporary Character Death, Blood and Gore, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Inversion, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dehumanization. Quinn is his own Trigger Warning let’s be real here.