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[ STARING ] for sender to find receiver sitting alone staring at a wall, covered in blood, and to touch their arm

Reunion after (physical) trauma prompts

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Richard just wanted a break. A break from the chaos. From the death. From the stains of red. For a while, Richard felt like he and Em had managed to carve out their own corner of freedom. A life of peace​.-- But one pull of the trigger changed it all.

Sentence meme pregnancy version from here

There weren’t a lot of things she could say right now that would bring his attention back to her since Rick just came back from a horrible mission and two losses weighing heavy on his shoulders that let him come into their bedroom like a fucking mess. In fact he didn’t even look at her, didn’t say a word and just sighed after throwing his ripped coat on a chair before walking over to the bathroom to wash his hands. His mind was all over the place but for sure not with her until Em spoke up and said these two words that changed everything and let his heartbeat stop. “What?”

His brows furrowed as he stopped the water and lifted his eyes to look at her over the reflection in the mirror since she appeared in the doorframe of the bathroom. For a moment their eyes just met and even if he wasn’t sure that what he heard was right, he noticed the seriousness in her eyes which made his throat ache as he turnt around. While drying his hands on a towel he just stared at her, waiting for her to repeat the words she apparently couldn’t force out again. After throwing the towel to the side he cleared his throat and stepped closer, his chin lowering to look at her from below. “Excuse me, what did you say?” And then she said it again.

“I’m late.” Two simple words with so much meaning that Rick had to be careful not to lose the ground under his feet as he scoffed to process this.

“Em, I don’t have time for your silly games right now. I had a tough day and all I wanna do is lay down in bed now to rest and maybe fuck myself to sleep with you.” Suppression. He pushed reality away cause he simply wasn’t able to process this right after losing people being close to him. And what did being late even mean? These things could happen through stress, it didn’t have to mean anything, did it? “Excuse me.” he mumbled and wanted to cross her, his hands already opening his shirt as the grip of his arm stopped him.

“Rick, I’m serious. Guess what, I don’t like to tell you this in this scenario either but… don’t you wanna know the truth? I thought we’re being honest with each other.”

“I…” his eyes fell on her hand holding onto him and with another deep sigh he grabbed her hand to lead her to the bed with him and sat down on the sheets. “Of course we’re being honest with each other. It’s just… I lost two good men today, Em. I just washed off blood from my enemies and now you’re throwing literally a bomb at me. So how do you expect me to react? I mean… this isn’t certain now, is it? It’s not like… the only reason for being late is a baby.”

It probably hurt for Em to see him react like this, but luckily she learnt to handle him over the time and sat down next to him, holding onto his hand with a gentle smile. “Would it be that bad?” Would it? Rick couldn’t properly answer to this and instead buried his face in his hands, sliding along his eyes to calm the running thoughts overwhelming him.

“Fuck I don’t know. It’s just… the timing Em. I can’t… I can’t process this.”

“Rick listen to me.” Softly she lowered his hands from his face to search for his gaze before she led one of his hands to her stomach. “Never in my whole life my period has been late. And well… considering how… you know we didn’t really take attention to the protection and things like this can happen. I know it’s not a perfect timing but when is? You’re always in danger and you probably always will be considering who you are. But that didn’t stop me from being here, did it? Obviously it didn’t even stop this from happening. So, I ask you again. Would it be that bad?”

Slowly her words sank in and Rick knew that she was right. That this was his responsibility as much as it was hers. It was him not being able to resist her. To take her in. To let her stay at his place. Treat her like his wife already even if he never considered it. Damn, they even fought like a damn married couple and still it never crossed his mind that he wanted this to end. No, despite all the habituation which always had noted him and the risks their relationship brought, he always wanted her and she was the only one able to calm his mind like she did right now as his forehead rested against hers to close his eyes, focusing only on the touch of her stomach where their hands interlaced and kept her protected. “No. No it wouldn’t be that bad. In fact I… I imagined you to become a wonderful mother before we even… before you even stayed with me here. I just always thought I… I wouldn’t really be a good father you know?” At least not in his position. His eyes opened again, his face still expressing the fear and doubt he had about this. “I just… do you want to make a test? Maybe we have some in the nursery. Or… we could drive together to get one or I tell Daryl to get one. I just… it’s late and we can only see the doctors tomorrow but… I want to be sure you know? Tell me what you need me to do and I’ll. I’ll go through this with you. Whatever you need. I just wanna be there.”

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emeryfleming asked: Cough or bruise or both.

Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state: ACCEPTING

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Cough - Find my muse coughing out blood Bruise - Find my muse badly beaten up

Em noticed he flinched and knew this was hard for him. She knew he he scars, and she’d probably have matching ones now. Getting a shiver she was glad when more warm water ran down her back. “I’m sorry you have to see this,” she said softly, “I don’t know what happened to you but I know it’s something similar. I just had no where to go.” His hands were gentle and she felt her shoulders relaxing, exhaustion seeping in.

Letting out a soft chuckle, she shook her head, “Funny,” she said, returning his smile. God his smile lit up his eyes. Pulling her lip between her teeth as they both went serious again.

“Are you sure?” She asked softly, relieved he’d offered. She didn’t want to go home and she didn’t want to be alone. “I know I’m safe with you.” Looking back at the water she shrugged, wincing at the pull. “Please don’t think I don’t want too, but honestly I don’t know.” Glancing back at him. “I met him in a bar, we went to a motel around the corner. He said his name was Gavin, but I don’t know if that’s true. I’d never seen him.” Looking away again, “Makes me an idiot right?”

“Don’t ‘pologoise.” The thief shook his head. Those wounds, the pain – those weren’t her fault. It was something he believed in Emery’s case, but couldn’t see in his own. Very gently he brushed a stray strand of hair from her shoulder, then he dabbed her wounds with the sponge, ghosting over her skin.

"Just when I thought my day was over." Bo said as she entered the hospital and met up with the doctor. He then walked her to the room where the victim was. "What do we got?" She asked. Bo wasn't new to the SVU but it was never easy dealing with victims. Most of them were stubborn, in denial, traumatized to the point you couldn't even talk to them. Made her job even harder than it already was but, she chose to be a cop and she wouldn't trade her job for anything.

"Not much. Blonde female, mid-twenties. Wrist is broken, ribs are bruised and her right eye is swollen shut. Came in off the street, I think she's a prostitute based on the way she was dressed." Doctor explained. Bo shrugged, "Why call us?"

Another murder. The third in two weeks, and from the looks of it, it had been the same culprit, the same bastard slaughtering those women as if they were animals, then discarding as though they were nothing more than trash. The investigation was tiring - but it also gave Per Olstad something to do. Something to live for, to keep going. With a sigh he walked into his small office (it was his own; no one wanted to share the room with him, or to even work with him - and really, he couldn’t have been happier about that fact), a fresh cup of coffee in his hand as he walked around the woman sitting in front of his desk, then slumped down on his chair across from her. It gave an ugly squeaking sound.

My Steve has a stronger bond with Mary-Ann. It’s very verse depending on how often she gets brought up and mentioned/referenced, but they have a stronger bond. Either he had a sort of epiphany while serving and reached out to her and they have communication via calls/video calls/letters. Or he had an even bigger epiphany after coming home to start-up Five-Oh.