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Poolverine Hurt/Comfort Prompt
Poolverine hurt/comfort prompt
Poolverine hurt/comfort prompt
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me writing whump
*slaps roof of whumpee* this bad boy can fit so much trauma in him
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Rhink hurt/comfort? Any time, any universe? 🥰
The bed in the center room becomes somewhat of a decompression chamber.
Sometimes it’s easier to bury your head in the pillows and have a good weep than it is to face anyone. The door locks, and there’s a washing machine to avoid anything gross being left for the next person.
They’re both full of normal, human aches, and are allotted such small amounts of time these days to alleviate those aches that they’ve got to jump on whatever chance they’ve got.
So they don’t bother the other if they hear the door close and then hear the unmistakably loud sound of the lock clicking into place. It’s a signal for silence.
Link doesn’t hear it today.
He hears the door, and that’s it. It’s a soft click of the door shutting, and then nothing. So he finishes sorting through emails, which is not what he’s supposed to be doing right now. Then, he checks on their calendars for anything that may have been moved or added or removed. Turns off his laptop. Stands, stretches, pushes his desk chair back in.
Flicks off the light.
Makes his way to Rhett.
The room is completely dark when Link opens the door carefully, a Rhett-shaped lump in the center of the bed. He adds a Link-shaped lump to the side of the bed, lays down, laces his fingers behind his head.
He’d already taken his shoes off earlier, but this wriggling feeling of unease that maybe he didn’t, though, settles in the pit of his stomach. He recognizes it for nerves and pushes it away.
The center room isn’t for being creative. It’s for being tired. It’s for being done and overworked and upset. Link isn’t any of those things right now, but Rhett is, and that’s okay. Link can stay right here, next to him, until he feels better.
It’s a while, and Link is almost fully asleep, definitely mostly asleep, when he feels Rhett’s hand knocking against his own. He’s fumbling to unfurl Link’s fingers, make space for his own that he laces through Link’s.
He’s warm and gentle, and Link doesn’t need to ask any questions.
He doesn’t need to say anything at all.
* hurt prompts
‘ are you bleeding? ’
‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’
‘ where does it hurt? ’
‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’
‘ how did you get that black eye? ’
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’
‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’
‘ i’ll get some ice. ’
‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’
‘ what’s wrong with you? ’
‘ you can barely stand. ’
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’
‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’
‘ at least bandage it. ’
‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’
‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’
‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’
‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’
‘ what happened to you? ’
‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’
‘ are those bandages? ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ lean on me. ’
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’
‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’
‘ lie down. ’
‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’
‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’
‘ wake up! wake up! ’
‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’
‘ look at your face! ’
Whump prompts: fever edition
- pale skin with a sheen of sweat, eyes unfocused
- flushed cheeks, lips cracked and bleeding
- lying very still with his eyes open and unseeing, too out of it to do anything else
- thrashing and crying out, trapped in fever dreams
- shivering violently, teeth clenched to stop them chattering, painfully cold even as he’s burning up
- blistering heat that pours off him in waves
- the way his skin is hypersensitive, so being touched - even carefully - hurts
- that fierce ache in his joints, the way it feels like his bones are cracking open
- damp cloths on his forehead and throat, which feel good at first but the fever heats them up almost immediately
- delirium that manifests as terrors and haunting memories which are normally hidden
- delirium that manifests as confusion and distress
- delirium that manifests like a truth-serum
- not knowing friend from foe; fighting against the ones trying to keep him safe
- burning hot tears
- trying to find a cool place on his pillow or on the bed
- fevers from wounds
- fevers from poison or drugs
- fevers from illness: flu, malaria, mystery diseases?
- that moment where he realises something isn’t right: “Does anyone else think it’s warm in here?”
- the world seeming unreal and shimmery, his vision blurring with the heat
- a character who’s been running a low grade fever for days, never enough to justify going home, but enough to make him feel pretty uncomfortable, until someone notices and forces him to go home, and tucks him in bed and feeds him drugs and water and it’s only then that he realises how bad he’s been feeling
- another character inadvertently touching him, and exclaiming in shock: “You’re burning up!”
- temperature taking: someone else’s hand on his forehead (palm cupped for intimacy; the back of the hand of there are walls up between them)
- an old-fashioned thermometer in his mouth
- trying to take his own temperature with the back of his hand, but his hands are also too warm so it’s easy for him to dismiss it as nothing serious
- being forced into a cold bath (or jumping in himself): the violent shock, water so cold it hurts, shaking so hard he cramps up
- being soaked in sweat as his fever breaks, and suddenly being as weak and trembly as a kitten, all of the delirium-born strength gone
- recurring fevers, where he knows that any respite is temporary (and especially if his temperature climbs a little higher each time)
- pushing through a fever, because it’s not that big of a deal, and he’s busy, but it wears him down over time until his body reaches its breaking point and he finally collapses (I will never not love this)
WHEN PERSON A GENTLY TOUCHES PERSON B’S SCARS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
when person b is so accustomed to violence that they don’t know how to react to gentle touch (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
-voice cracks- scars and affection
touch-starved starters!!
❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞
❝ could you play with my hair? ❞
❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞
❝ that feels nice. ❞
❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞
❝ i never want to let go. ❞
❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞
❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞
❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞
❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞
❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞
❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞
❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞
❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞
❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞
❝ you were my first kiss. ❞
❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞
❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞
❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞
A creepy investigation that takes a bit of a toll on Ryan, so Shane comforts him to the best of his ability.
Ballum scene 😘😘
Don’t worry, I got you, Ry.
Since Unsolved Supernatural is dropping in a matter of hours here is a comprehensive list of the things Shane says to comfort Ryan when they’re in spooky locations:
Sallie house: “Hey just take it s- ta- sit down, it’s fine. Okay- oh don’t hurt your…”, “Okay sure, we don’t know how to explain that. Maybe it’s just, you know flashlights are funny like that”, [when Ryan admits he doesn’t want to sleep in the Sallie House] “Okay man look, it’s okay”
Queen Mary: “It’s just creakin’, it’s fine”, “Just focus on how tired you are”
Bobby Mackey’s: “Ryan are you okay in there?”
Waverly Hills Hospital: “How ya feelin’? You nervous?”
Dauphine Orleans Hotel: “Wha- Ry- (wheeze) Jesus Christ! Ryan, you se- (wheeze) you set the thing on the sink and it moved.” “Oh, is that what that was? Ah!” “Yeah. That’s all that’s happening”
Pennhurst Asylum: “How ya feelin’? Ya know, I’ll go in first… um, and I’m going to-”, “Keep walking. That’s all you can do is keep walking.”
London Tombs: “You alright man?”
(This is not including all the times Shane has made a joke to lighten the mood/get Ryan’s mind off his fear - might as well just direct you to the series at that point)
