#shower breakdown

[plasmodiumpyrexia]

"I just... got soap in my eyes."

"Uh huh. And did it get in your throat too? Because you sound rough. Like you've been crying."

[lacontroller1991]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 27: Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader

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Day 27: Shower Breakdown

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Warnings: Language, blood, nudity, murder, slight sexual innuendos

Takeshi Kovacs is silent when he sneaks into the room, careful not to wake your sleeping form, but the squeak of the faucet turning on stirs you from your slumber. Blinking your eyes, you look over to the hologram clock and read the time. 2:35. Groaning, you fall on your back and look up to the ceiling before you hear a small sniffle. Your head quickly snaps to the shower where you can see Takeshi’s frame hunched over, letting the water wash the sins away. 

Getting out of bed, you undress yourself and creep into the shower, carefully putting arms around his waist and burying your head between his shoulder blades, knowing that Takeshi doesn’t need any words of comfort, instead, he just needs someone to hold him. 

“Am I a murderer?” He softly asks, his voice like gravel as you press a kiss to his back, a coppery taste lingering on your lips while you think of a reply.

“You’re an Envoy, Tak.”

“A murderer. I’m sick of it. Sick of being used to kill people,” he turns around in your grasp, his arms slinking around your waist as the water hits his back, covering you. Tak leans his head down and rests it between the crook of your neck and shoulder, hiding his face.

“Then stop. You don’t have to accept cases. You don’t have to continue to do it.” He looks at you, eyes rid and rimmed with tears.

“It’s the only thing I’m good at. That and getting the people I love killed.”

“You haven’t gotten me killed yet. That's gotta count for something.” You comment, your hand threading in his hair and trying to remove some of the gunk out of his locks. “Besides, you’re great at other things.”

“Like what?” You can tell that Tak is trying to hold back his emotions, and fortunately for you, you know exactly how to play them.

“Well,” you start, removing your hands from his hair, “you’re great at tracking, you’re smart, you’re great at shooting and fighting.”

“Things associated with murder.”

“You didn’t let me finish, Kesh.” You stand on your tiptoes and press a brief kiss to his lips, using his shoulders to stabilize you. “You’re great at making me happy.” You press a kiss to his neck. 

“You’re great at making me feel safe.” You kiss his chest, lips hovering over a scar as he shudders. You slowly sink to your knees and look up at him. 

“You’re great at making me feel things I’ve never felt before,” you kiss right above the base of his cock, smirking slightly when you feel it twitch under your chin. You quickly stand back up, hands grabbing onto his face as you wipe a stray tear away. Dragging him downward, you stare into his vibrant hazel eyes.

“You’re great at making me feel loved,” you lean up and kiss his lips as his hands splay around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss with a slight whimper, his lip lightly quivering as you mold your mouth to his. He pulls away, blinking back tears.

“Do you love me? Even though I kill people?” You smile at him with love and admiration as you press another kiss to his lips.

“I do, Takeshi. I do love you.” His lip quivers again before he sinks to his knees in a full sob as he buries his head in your stomach, his arms wrapping around the back of your thighs as he pulls you close, tears pouring out of his eyes as you lean over, wrapping your arms around his frame as you kiss the top of his head, still dirty. You silently reach up for some shampoo and pour a generous amount onto the top of his skull before massaging the wash into his hair as he starts to relax. “It’s okay, baby. I got you. Just relax, Keshi.”

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No Way Out

@febuwhump day 28 took a minute because the wrong person had a shower breakdown (it was me in fact and not Freddy oops). But better late than never, right??

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CW: complicit caretaker, guilt, nonhuman whumpee, angst

Freddy has been in the shower too long. After a lifetime of growing up in other people’s homes, he’s learned to get in and out as quickly as possible, leave enough hot water for whoever might come after him. Even now, in a ritzy apartment in Silicon Valley with a tech job that’ll pay for all the hot water he wants, the urge lingers.

Even with anxiety creeping up in him, Freddy can’t move. He just stands under the pounding hot water, staring blankly at the white wall in front of him.

What is he doing with his life? What is he doing? What the fuck is he doing?

When Freddy had first landed this job, he had been ecstatic. He’d called all his friends, yelled so loud the guy in the apartment next door pounded on the wall to get him to shut up. He’d gone out drinking that night, had paid for his buddies’ cheap tacos and beer until they all woke up with pounding headaches and little memory of the night before. This was how it would start, he had told himself. This was the beginning of the rest of his life.

Now, he stands in the shower, hot water raining down on his shoulders, and he wonders what he could do if he quit.

There are other tech companies. There are other coding jobs. With his skill set, his references, his brain – Freddy knows he could make a career wherever he wanted. Sure, there would be questions about why he left. He would miss a few of the coworkers he’s just started to get to know. He probably wouldn’t be able to take the vacations he’d planned –

And oh, right, they’d never let him go because he knows about their insane secret human-robot-cyborg-android test project.

Freddy squeezes his eyes shut tight. Liquid that isn’t shower water leaks down his face.

He can’t leave. He knows that. More so than the awkwardness, more so than the NDA he’d have to sign…he doesn’t want to leave. He’s started to dread work, and the team members around him sometimes make him feel sick, and he’s not doing what he wants to be, not even a little bit, not even close.

But when he comes out of the elevator, and through the door with the keypad. When he makes it to T’s stupid little no-rooms one-door cell. When he opens the door.

Sometimes, he catches T smile at him. Sometimes, he sees the way that T’s eyes light up. It’s impossible not to – they have this weird metallic sheen to them. It catches the light every time. When T looks up, and sees it’s Freddy, and his whole body straightens, ignites –

Freddy presses a hand against his mouth, choking back a wail.

It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.

The other day he’d asked T if he liked ice cream and T had said he didn’t know. How was he supposed to know? Eating nutrient paste and vending machine food in the basement hadn’t prepared him for a question like that – and all Freddy could do was shrug and smile tightly and reassure him that it wasn’t that good, anyway.

And it’s not like T will ever know the difference.

The tears come hot and fast now. Freddy hates himself more for crying. Who is he to throw a fit in his cushy apartment when T is – when T is –

And no one else seems to care! No one else even seems to realize! Around his team members, Freddy feels small and stupid, like the last little kid not in on the joke. How can they, how can normal, reasonable people sign off on this shit? The pain they put him in? The things that this poor guy has to endure?

Dr. Pool has kids. Dr. Zhu has a girlfriend. Thompson might even be a grandfather, and all of them – all of them have families, friends, social media accounts bursting with lives and personality and emotion.

Just, none of it goes to T. None of them seem to be affected in the slightest in his suffering – and oh, he does suffer. Freddy doesn’t doubt that. Not anymore. He’s seen the way T winces when they dig tools into his skin. He’s seen the way the guy shivers after cold testing. He’s seen the way T likes the strawberry protein powder better than the chocolate, and how he prefers a long sleeve shirt to a short sleeve, and the way he tips his head when he doesn’t quite understand.

He's human, Freddy wants to wail, a thousand times a day. Or if he’s not human – he might as well be! He thinks! And he feels! He has emotions, and he has opinions, and he doesn’t deserve to suffer like this –

But Freddy howls it in his head, in the shower, in his apartment, alone. He knows no one else can ever hear it. He knows it wouldn’t matter, anyway.

[calamity-aims]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox & CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-1010 | Fox & Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars) Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, CC-3636 | Wolffe Additional Tags: Febuwhump 2022, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning Series: Part 3 of sent up & shot down, Part 25 of Febuwhump 2022 Summary:

day 27; shower breakdown

  “Where - where are we going?” Wolffe had said they weren’t going to Kamino, but Fox’s eventual decommissioning at Kamino had dominated his thoughts for three months. He just wanted to hear Wolffe say it, one more time. 

  “Coruscant,” Wolffe said, and tried to smile. “Commander Thire’s waiting for you.”

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Bad Thoughts

932

CW/TW: blood, aftermath of whump, mild noncon near the end, lady whump, pet whump, BBU/WRU. Fir @febuwhump Day 27: Shower Breakdown.

Cold water washes out blood.

She shivers as the blood from her torn back swirls down the drain. From bright red to pink to clear.

I deserved this. All of it. I asked for this.

But she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Everything had been perfect. Hadn’t it?

Numb, she sinks to the bottom of the shower. The icy water washes away the brief heat of her tears.

I hate him.

I hate him.

She moans as her head splits with agony. Bad thoughts. Bad girl.

“Koshechka?” Her Sir calls. “932?”

Shakily, she stands and turns the water off. When she steps out of the shower, her Sir is there, holding a large dark blue towel. He wraps her in it, his arms going around her.

He nuzzles her neck. “You’re so cold. Let me warm you up, poor thing.”

He doesn’t notice her moan of pain when she’s under him, their movements scraping open the barely closed wounds on her back.

I hate him too.

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The Noise Of Water

@febuwhump Day 27 - Shower Breakdown

Can Kaen fulfill a small task like showering after being hospitalized?

For a change, Kaen was sitting on the small couch in the room since Naomi told him to start moving around and out of bed as much as he could. 

He tried to concentrate on the book he had in his hand, pulling his fingers through his hair. His fingers got stuck in a clump of hair, making him flinch when he accidentally tugged at the hairs. 

With a sigh, he put the book down, trying to comb out the knot in his hair but only hurting it more. 

"Is everything alright?" Iya questioned, looking up at him from where she was sitting just next to him. 

"... My hair" Kaen muttered, giving up and dropping his hand to the side with a defeated huff, "It's dirty and messy… and I smell like sweat…" 

"I can brush your hair if you want" Iya blinked, "And no… don't worry about that" 

Kaen stayed quiet, fiddling with the data bracelet he was wearing now instead of all the cables and sensors stuff, showing a sign on his pulse on the screen. He was sure 105 was a high pulse, but it was like that since he came here. 

"...can I take a shower?" He asked suddenly, a hesitant tone in his voice, "There's shower in the bathroom… can I?" 

"Huh?" Iya frowned, she glanced at the door of the small bathroom in the room, like trying to decide if he could, or not. "We should ask Nao, you might need help" 

Kaen's face blushed slightly at the mention of help, shaking his head, "I… I can do myself…" he mumbled, "Can you ask her…?" 

***

"Are you really sure you don't need help?" Asked Iya, helping Kaen to take off his shirt in the small bathroom and handing him a towel and a bottle of shampoo she went to get from the store when Naomi said he could take a shower. "I can help… it can be dangerous" 

Kaen shook his head, glancing at the low chair the nurse put there for him to use while showering, "I'll be alright…" he said, patting Iya's hair, "I… I need to be… um.. be able to do it myself… to feel better" 

Iya smiled up at him, "My brave little angel" she said softly, "Tell me if you need anything alright?" 

Kaen nodded, "I will" he said and with that Iya left, closing the door behind her. Kaen did not lock the door, knowing that it would be safer if some accident happened. 

Kaen glanced at the mirror, a bit scared of what he was going to see. 

His exhausted and pale face was looking back at him from the mirror, where he was leaning on the sink to stay upright. There was a new scar on his face, left side of his forehead from where he headbutted Lumiya. He shut his eyes to get rid of the sight of white hair appearing in his memories, shaking his head before opening them again. 

Even he could notice how pale and thin he got, the dark circles under his eyes looking almost like bruises. He sighed and looked away from the mirror. 

Getting support from the wall, he limped to the plastic chair, and wrestled with his sweatpants until he got them off. Already out of breath, he reached and turned on the water, not to the shower head but to the tap. 

The ice cold water made him pull his hand away quickly from the water, "Shoot… that's cold…" he whispered under his breath, he unconsciously reached to his power to heat it up, only to feel like someone dumped him into that cold water. He gasped, shivering. 

"Don't reach… don't reach into it, I don't have it anymore… it'll hurt when I reach… Not the time for it… not cry… don't start crying…".

Turning the tap all the way to the hot side with an unnecessary force as if taking his frustration on it and waiting until he saw slightly steam coming from the water before directing it to the shower head, Kaen slowly got up from the chair, his hand on the wall and walked under the water. 

He all but flinched at the hot water hitting his head and back, but it felt good… after days of being constantly cold, the almost burning hot water trickling down his back and shoulders, wetting his hair felt heavenly. 

Kaen poured a bit of shampoo on his hair when he made sure it was wet thoroughly, the familiar smell of lemon and mint filling his senses as he tried to work out the knots in his long hair. He did his best to ignore the foam turning that red-brown color of dried and old blood. Then he washed out the shampoo and poured more, and once again, until his hair felt light as feathers and all he could smell was the lemon and mint. His arms starting to feel tired, tugging slightly at still sensitive scar on his stomach. 

"I'm alright… I'm still alive… Iya's here… everyone's here… it's going to get better, I've been through worse…" 

Has he really been through worse? 

Emotionally, yes. But he wasn't sure about physically… 

He scrubbed himself harshly, like he wanted to get his frustration out of his own body, sitting on the chair as his arms trembled with effort, his friends were coming to visit again later that day, he didn't want to worry them with his look, maybe if he looked clean, and refresher… maybe then they would think he was getting better… his team was more than anything he could ask for, coming here everyday, staying even, for Veir's case and caring for him carefully enough to not overwhelm him… 

So, Kaen needed to be strong, he needed to push the fear back, he needed to recover as fast as possible, even if "recovery" in his case mostly meant learning to live without his power. 

Thinking of his power, made him snap out of the long chain of thoughts he followed deep inside, and he noticed the water was a bit too hot to be okay now, filling the cramped small bathroom with steam. He jumped away from the water, his back hitting the tile wall as he unconsciously tried to take the heat out, one hand reaching out to the water and one going to his chest to tap his necklace. 

His necklace that he didn't wear now, so that it didn't make him think of his lost abilities. 

A sob hitched on his throat, knowing what he would feel, he tried once again desperately. Frantically looking for any form of warmth, any form of power inside him… maybe a small piece Hunters left away… any crumb of his previous power… 

But there was nothing, the piece of his mind, where he usually controlled his fires, was an empty, black pit now, making him feel like a door slamming to his face. His back slid against the wall of the, and he slid down to the white floor of shower.

Pulling his knees up to his heaving chest, Kaen tried to breathe, he couldn't stop his instincts from trying to reach out to his power, and his breathing getting more frantical with every unconscious try, trembling with both cold, and panic under the hot water pouring on his shoulders. 

"Stop… stop… STOP!" He scolded himself in his mind, trying to calm down his breathing, he couldn't stop the sobs from taking over."Breathe… stop being ridiculous… " 

Putting his hands on his face, he leaned on his knees, trembling and crying, hoping the noise of water would drown out his frantic sobs and hiccups. 

He pressed his hand on his mouth, trying to stifle the sobs. It was the first time since he was attacked that he was alone, no one in the room with him, no one that could see him, he was alone…

His mind was a whirlwind of anxious, panicked thoughts, leaving him no place to breathe, squeezing his chest, making him lightheaded… 

Nothing was clear… He had lost his ability… Who knows what is gonna happen next… Would the Hunters attack again? Would they aim at Iya? Will he ever be able to protect her? What was his worth without his power…. 

"Stop! Stop! Breathe! I'm gonna pass out…" he thought, somehow getting his hand away from his mouth to be able to gasp for air but then a stream of hot water filled into his mouth, making him choke and start coughing, sputtering water. 

With a trembling hand, he reached to the tap and turned it back from the shower head to the tap, so the water wasn't pouring on him but still making noise. Still coughing, he opened his eyes and dropped his head back against the tile, exhaustedly trying to breathe, one hand on his chest as if to slow down it's rise and fall, to stop hyperventilating. 

His fingers, wrinkled by the water dragged between his hair, still getting stuck at knots, though now clean. Maybe cleaner than normal, since he guessed he used way too much shampoo and soap… he just felt like he couldn't get the sticky blood off of him, even though there was nothing visible other than his hair, just scrubbing and scrubbing his skin until it was red all along, still careful not to touch the scar. 

Leaning forward, Kaen curled up on himself, pressing his hands on his chest where it hurt like something was squeezing his heart, taking shaking and small breathes as much as he could, and trying to force himself into deeper breaths while feeling his heart hammer into his ribcage. 

When he felt like he could at least breathe without making himself feel dizzy, he slowly, painfully, since now the scar was hurting again, unfurled from his sitting position, turning the water too cold to push his head into the flow. 

He knew his face was a red mess with tears now, nose stuffed and voice scratchy. 

At least he could try to get rid of the first two. 

He washed his face with cold water, until he felt the shivers start to run into him, then he turned off the tap and shakily stumbled to his feet, grabbing the chair and sitting on it before reaching to the towel that was next to the sink and wrapping it around himself. 

With one glance at the mirror to see if his eyes were swollen too much, and yes, they were swollen, but he just hoped the bruise-like dark circles would hide it, he slowly pushed himself up again. 

Grab the chair's handle, one step, then grab the sink, get the toothbrush, and not stop holding the sink… 

He managed to squeeze some toothpaste into it, again, Iya brought with the shampoo, and quickly brushed his teeth. 

When he finally opened the door, clothed in clean clothes, exhausted, and stumbling, leaning against the doorframe, a wave of steam followed him to the room from the bathroom. 

Iya's eyes immediately snapped to him, running towards him to support and help him to the bed, where he sat leaning against the lifted back of the bed. 

"You look tired" she said, hugging him tightly where he sat back, placing kiss on his cheek, "You should've just let me help…" 

"You didn't need to see me breaking down because I can't control the temperature of the water" 

"...'s alright, I managed it" he gave her a tired smile, leaning to the hug and sighing, "I missed being clean…" 

"Do you want me to brush your hair?" Iya asked, sitting down next to him with a brush, "It still looks messy, we better do it while it's wet" 

It was going to stay wet for a while, since Kaen couldn't dry it with his power, and he despised the blow-dry. 

Kaen just nodded, he closed his eyes, and let Iya gently brush his hair and dry it with a towel.

Kaen just stayed still, trying to shit down his thoughts and not show it on his face. He actually missed Iya brushing his hair, his sister used to brush his hair all the time, and he brushed her's, both of them liked it. 

"Others are coming by the way" Iya softly said, "You know right? They said Niran was bringing you soup, with Naomi's permission" 

"Huh…?" Kaen looked up, a distant look in his eyes like he wasn't quite there, "Oh.. okay… I'll thank her…" he nodded. 

"I'm glad you have friends now… it's better you have someone your age to spend time with" Iya nodded, she rubbed the towel once more against his hair before putting it aside, "There we go… all dry and neat" she said before kissing his hair, "Kaen… thank you for not leaving me…." She whispered. 

Kaen wrapped his arms around her, dropping his head to her shoulder, and letting himself calm down with her familiar vanilla perfume, "...thank Nao for it…" he said with a chuckle, "I didn't do anything… other than just laying there" 

"You've been strong" Iya squeezed him lightly, like trying to hug him more, "You're my anchor to the world… my reason to be strong… please don't stop fighting…" 

Kaen leaned to the hug, feeling his frantic thoughts start to unravel down finally, "I won't…" he whispered, "I won't… I'll… I'll be stronger for you… I won't let anyone hurt you Iya… I couldn't help mom and dad… but I promise I'll protect you…" 

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Febuwhump #27: Shower Breakdown

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This was fine. Alphys was fine. She would simply sponge away any trace evidence and pretend that nothing had ever happened. Legs juddering underneath her, she clung to the shower wall. If only the frosted sliding door could lock behind her.

With a shallow breath she inched under the water. The jets drummed hotly against fresh, mottled bruising and she couldn’t help but yelp, quickly biting her tongue against the whimpers that tried to follow. She was already committed; the sooner it was done, the better.

She snatched half-blindly for the soap. The more it lathered, the more it stung, foaming along all of the gashes. She wouldn’t think about them—the humans’ foreign hands clawing at her scales, dragging her backwards into the alleyway and—

Her bruised tail lashed against the side of the tub and she doubled over, vision blurring and burning as she sobbed into soapy hands.

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Febuwhump Day 27

Prompt: Shower Breakdown

Characters: Viggo Grimborn/Ryker Grimborn

Whumpee(s): Viggo Grimborn

Summary: Viggo finally gets a moment alone to himself and thinks it should be nice but is left with an unsettling feeling.

Viggo sat in the tub quietly thinking to himself. He was finally getting a moment alone without Ryker or any of the riders hovering over him. Of course Ryker had offered to help him but Viggo told him that maybe it was time he tried to start learning how to take care of himself again. At first Ryker wasn't sure about leaving Viggo alone in case if he needed something but he also needed to make the two dinner so he reluctantly agreed.

Viggo had already cleaned himself up and washed his own hair. He had been sitting there for what could have well been over an hour, yet he didn't want to get out. In more clear terms, he felt as if he couldn't get out. Every time he tried it felt like Caldor or Ryker was there watching his every move making sure nothing would happen. Viggo could feel Caldor's rough, calloused hands run over his body, touching him in places he rather'd not be touched. On the other hand he could feel Ryker gently helping him out of the tub, not dragging him out. Viggo gasped as he felt a pair of hands massage his shoulders. Viggo quickly turned around not caring about the water that splashed around in the tub.

There was no one there.

Viggo began to sob hysterically. He was supposed to be safe here! Why did it still feel like Caldor was here if he was supposed to be safe here!? Why couldn't just feel like he was alone!? Why did it always feel like someone was there watching him!? Viggo jumped and quickly wiped his eyes when he heard someone knock on the door.

"Viggo?" Ryker called from behind the door "Is everything alright."

"Yeah, I'm okay!" responded Viggo as calmly as he could. He didn't want or need Ryker to know something was wrong, that would just make him more worried than he already was.

"I just wanted to check on you," explained Ryker kindly "Dinner's ready so come out soon before it gets cold."

Viggo thanked Ryker for telling him and waited till he was sure Ryker was out of earshot. When he knew for sure Ryker had left Viggo began to sob once more, this time choking on his sobs. He tried desperately to stop before Ryker had the chance to hear him but he couldn't. The only thing his body would allow him to do was let all of the pent up feeling's out. Viggo just wished none of this had ever happened to him so everyone wouldn't have to worry, so no one had to tell him what the old him was like. The one thing he truly wanted, was to know exactly who he was.