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I can't believe it's somehow Friday already, and I haven't posted yet about Sunday's May the Fourth Star Wars Nite at Disneyland. After my last post about my Batuu Bounding projects a little over a week ago, I finished sewing the clasps onto my vest, gave it one last press, and called it done. I'm so pleased with how the vest turned out, with the improved fit and length over the first version, and I'm glad I didn't have to cut any corners to get it done in time.

With the vest finished on Thursday afternoon, that gave me a little bit of time to work on some of the accessories I wanted to add to the outfit: a remake of my kyber crystal necklace:

And a matched pair of magnetically-attached lapel communicator badge greeblies:

I did a lot of reading up on lapel greeblies and communicator badges that appear in official Star Wars media, as well as looked around a bunch of fan-made ones. Most fan-made ones are 3D printed these days, but I don't have access to a 3D printer, so I rounded up some craft foam and a bit of plastic from an egg carton that had a cool texture, and checked my aging paint supply to see what colors I could make work. Lapel greeblies seen in Star Wars are almost always silver metal colors, with red, yellow, and blue accent colors, so I stuck with those.

I used some of the leatherworking tools I bought when making my belt to punch holes in some thinner craft foam, to make something that looks like a speaker grill. It's not perfect, but I'm really pleased with how these turned out, especially for a first attempt at making a Star Wars greeblie.

Sadly the one thing I did mess up was the polarity of one of the magnets I used (out of the 16 I glued on, four each on the interior and exterior portion of each greeblie), which I didn't discover until we were just about to walk out the door to head to Disneyland. Without enough time to glue it back on the right way, I just peeled the magnet off and left one upper corner without a magnet at all -- and at some point in the night, it snagged on something and fell off without either of us noticing. But the other one did survive the night (and is now being used as a fridge magnet lol), and we did manage to get this one photo of me wearing the greeblie on my vest:

I debated bringing my lightsaber and carrying bag again this year, but in the end I'm glad I did, as I was able to take it out and spin it around a few times throughout the night (including getting to jam out to the Modal Nodes at the end of the night). Besides that, we spent the evening eating yummy themed food, people watching (so many people in costume!) and riding a few rides.

Having now gotten to wear my Samæni Ray outfit to Disney on three very different days -- a random Tuesday in February for my birthday, a weekday Star Wars Nite in April last year, and Sunday May the Fourth Star Wars Nite this year -- Jack and I had some interesting discussions comparing and contrasting each of our Batuu trips.

This year's Star Wars Nite was much busier than last year, and I heard that the May the Fourth night was the only one that sold out. The costuming from other attendees was an order of magnitude better than last year, so we got to do more people watching, but the trade off was that the lines for everything were a lot longer. We did have a few moments of being in Batuu and not having anyone in our direct line of sight that wasn't in costume, which was particularly cool.

But at the same time, there's something really special about going to Galaxy's Edge on a slow day in the park and being the only ones Batuu Bounding. We got a lot more personal attention from Cast Members and were able to take our time since we stayed in that one area of the park all day long. The night we went for my birthday didn't have fireworks or a projection show, but that's the one thing I might want to try to schedule around if we were to do this again in the future.

As for future trips, we don't currently have anything planned, and I think we might be on a cooldown for Disney trips in general for a bit. It looks like the next Star Wars Celebration, in 2027, will be in Los Angeles, and if we were somehow able to go to that, I could see breaking out this outfit again (along with some more traditional cosplay), but other than that I think I may just try to incorporate some of the pieces into my wardrobe when I'm feeling particularly Star Wars-y.

And as for next sewing projects, once I cleaned up the mess I'd left on my craft table with all the last minute greeblie work, I got straight into drafting patterns for the next few things I want to sew. I've got one, maybe two more patterns I want to draft before I shift gears into actually sewing, but I'll make a post about each of those projects as they start to come together.

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2️⃣Planetary Conjunction Observations - Mercury Edition2️⃣

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

Sun - Mercury conjunction natives speak boldly and hold their head high. They are well-mannered and won't tolerate anyone disrespectfully treating them. Can get support from father or uncle. Will be close to their sibling if they have any. A tight conjunction can point to identical twin siblings in some cases. Can become famous for their personality.

Moon - Mercury conjunction natives are flirty and know how to seduce their partner. These natives are conventionally pretty. If they have a sibling, they might not get along well with them or may have conflicts in their relationship. Can be good at science or fond of knowing about the universe. Some with this placement can become a scientific researcher. They can understand complex formulas or could be in search of finding the truth about aliens, the paranormal, death, or what lies beyond this 3D plane. Sometimes, they can get obsessed with certain thoughts and can be seen as weirdo. They can be hilarious to talk to. In some cases, it can point to neurological issues or mental health issues if afflicted.

Venus - Mercury conjunction natives are attractive, sweet, and are experts in dealing with finances. For men, they can become friends with women more than men, and for women, they can become friends with men more than their own kind. Has a natural ability in fashion designing, singing, dancing, or drama. Would be blessed with abundance and creativity. If it's in the 5th house, it can indicate giving birth to twins.

Mars - Mercury conjunction natives are straightforward and fast thinkers. Talk first, think later. In some cases, can have a raspy voice or issues regarding their speech if afflicted. Can be quite aggressive in nature and can be quick to react. In some cases, might face issues regarding their education or could even drop out, or could have been homeschooled or studied part-time. Can have issues with their sibling if they have any. Good placement to pursue medicine, architecture, the manufacturing industry, athletics, etc.

Jupiter-Mercury conjunction natives are educated and possess worldly knowledge. Jack of all trades. Can become friends with people "in the know," or they can be self-made. Has natural ability in filmmaking, photography, or culinary arts. Potential to win a lottery. Rags to riches. Would live a comfortable life after 25. Can speak more than one language. Spouse can be of a different nationality. Can be involved in animal rescues, planting trees, or in some form of volunteering for the underprivileged. Can be a collector of some kind.

Saturn-Mercury conjunction natives are reserved and can have a dry or dark humor sense. They are good at standing up for others rather than standing up for themselves. Can face a lot of maltreatment or discrimination at work or in society but would win over them later in life. Can become a motivational speaker or can write an autobiography. Can have conflicts with their father or male authorities.

North node - Mercury conjunction natives can speak to the dead or can sense things beyond our realm. Can experience psychic visions or have the ability to predict their future. Lucid dreamers. Good placement to pursue a career in astrology, tarot, UFO researcher, paranormal investigator, crime investigator, detective, researcher, etc. Good at following a path that the majority won't. Can be good at writing, coding, or math. Can have little to no friends.

South node - Mercury conjunction natives can change their career or their major at university. Can have a degree in a certain field of study but can work in a completely different profession. Can be blunt and can come off as rude or aloof. Can have some psychological issues in some cases. Could have been betrayed by their best friend or partner. Trust issues level 99. Good placement to pursue a career in horticulture, gardening, and electronic engineering. Might not get along with their relatives. Can get in panic mode in 0.3 seconds.

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I'm Fine

A/N: I don't know what to call this, a companion piece maybe to Butterfly. It is a oneshot with the same OC essentially. I also can't seem to keep things short and sweet, this one got away from me again.

Warnings: Medical inaccuracies, vomiting, illness, mentions of death, mentions of cancer. I have no beta so, this is edited by my tired butt. Sorry.

Summary: Callie is sick and stubborn. Jack is doing his best to get her to let him take care of her.

Word Count: 3,563

Callie was dying. Callie felt like she was dying. Day four of a flu that would not let up and she was warming up to the idea of eternal rest. She was currently laying in bed, bucket next to her, silently crying as her head pounded a relentless beat against her sinuses.

She let out a whine when she found her water bottle was empty, knowing getting up would make everything worse. She crawled out of bed and onto her feet and attempted to make her way to the kitchen. She made it to the doorway before she had to stop, the room was spinning too fast and her coordination was already not great.

The door swung open and Jack walked in, putting his bag down. His headphones blaring Sufjan Stevens causing him to not notice the pale, wobbly Callie.

“Jack!!” Callie’s voice broke through the music and made him jump slightly.

“What? Oh hell. You look-“

“Do not finish that sentence.” Callie scolded as she hung onto the door frame for dear life. Jack ran over and helped her sit down at the kitchen table.

“Baby, how long have you been this bad?” Jack said looking her over, pulling his stethoscope from his bag.

“It got worse around 1am I think. That’s when the spins started at least.” Callie groaned as he shown a light in her eyes.

“Any vomiting?”

“Don’t say vomiting.” She groaned. Jack nodded and pulled a thermometer out.

“Put it under your tongue please.” He shoved it in her mouth without hesitation.

“Jack-” Callie tried to mumble but was cut off when Jack shook his head.

“I wish you would have called, I could have come home early.” He sighed as he felt her lymph nodes.

“didn’t want to bother.” Callie mumbled. The thermometer beeped and Jack took it out, letting out a sigh that was more worry than exasperation.

“You have a fever, 102.7. Callie that is a bad fever.” Jack said zipping up his bag.

“I just need some Motrin and fluids.” She said squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to keep herself from getting dizzy.

“No. You need to go to the hospital for IV fluid therapy. You’re massively dehydrated. We gotta get that fever down or bad shit is going to happen.” Jack said massaging the back of her neck.

“I hate going to the hospital.” Callie started crying.

“I know, but I can’t take care of this here.” Jack sighed as he got up. He grabbed her sweatshirt and wrapped it around her. He packed her back with her kiddle and ipad and her now filled water bottle.

“Maybe just urgent care?” Callie shivered.

“They’ll just send you to the ER anyway. Come on. You know they’ll take good care of you.” He said holding out his hand.

“I don’t doubt that. I just hate making people work.” She sighed, taking his hand and slowly standing. Jack wrapped an arm around her waist to help keep her steady.

“What if I told you, all those people worked really hard so they can take care of you and they liked doing it?” He said helping her into his truck.

“I’d call you a fibber.” She said.

“Well, it’s sort of true.” Jack chuckled.

“Can you turn the AC on?” She whined.

“It’s like 50 outside. Sure.” He nodded, knowing the fever was probably getting worse by the minute. Jack drove as smooth as he could, every bump sending a wave of nausea crashing over Callie. When they arrived Callie slowly climbed out of the truck.

“I’ll get you a wheelchair.” Jack said.

“No! Don’t take a chair from someone who needs it.” Callie grumbled.

“Baby. You need it. You’re leaning on the truck right now because you can’t stand up on your own!” Jack threw his hands in the air.

“Here ya go Dr. Abbot.” A cheery young man came up to them with a wheelchair.

“Thank you Jamie. Will you park the truck for me?”

“I’m a valet Jack. That’s my whole job.” He chuckled taking the keys from him.

“You have to get in the wheelchair now or you’ll be impeding Jamie from doing his job.” Jack smiled. Callie scowled as she climbed into the chair.

“You did that on purpose.” She growled.

“I’m just taking care of you, you stubborn woman.” He kissed her temple. They rolled into the ER waiting and were both surprised by the lack of patients.

“Was it this, ya know, when you were here?” Callie asked, superstition preventing her from using the word slow.

“It was dwindling, but no. Robby always gets the good shifts. Lucky bastard.” Jack growled as he rolled forward.

“Dr. Abbot, Callie! What’s going on?” Lupe smiled.

“This one has a raging fever from the flu. Can you get her signed in?” Jack said.

“Lupe, is there a law about forcing a patient to get care against their wishes?” Callie hummed.

“Oh, um…”

“Callie, you’re fever is too high to pull this shit.” Jack barked.

“I’ll just buzz you two in.” Lupe laughed. Jack wheeled Callie through the doors and into the ER.

“Dana what’s open?” Jack asked as they approached the Hub.

“Hey, Sweetheart! Oh man, you look rough. Bay 2” She said walking them over.

“That’s how every girl wants to be greeted.” Callie groaned.

“Who is available right now?” Jack said as he put the brakes on the wheelchair.

“Anyone you want. I was going to grab Robby, assumed you’d want him.” Dana said helping Jack get Callie into the bed.

“I think a flu case is below the chief attending, surely.” Callie scoffed.

“I think the chief attending can make that call himself.” Robby laughed as he came around the corner.

“She’s got the flu, fever, vomiting, sweating, dizziness and severe dehydration. She can’t stand on her feet.” Jack stated.

“Right, let’s get another set of vitals. I want to know what the core temp is and get her started on fluid therapy and get lab work going.” Robby ordered.

“You got it Cap.” Dana disappeared.

“I’m fine.” Callie crossed her arms.

“Oh, I don’t buy that for a second.” Robby laughed.

“Baby, when I came home you were sliding down the damn doorframe.” Jack ran a hand over his face.

“I hate this. I hate being taken care of like this.” She snapped.

“Callie, we’re just going to make sure you’re not in danger. Once we know that and your fluids are set up, we’ll leave you alone. Deal?” Robby asked.

“Okay. Fine.” Callie wiped the frustrated tears from her eyes.

“Okay. I’ll take it. I’ll be back in a bit.” Robby left.

“I’ll be quick, Sweetheart.” Dana said as she came back in.

“You know I wouldn’t make you come in if I could treat you at home.” Jack said as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear.  Callie just nodded, not trusting her voice. “I don’t know why I’m being so stubborn.” Callie sighed.

“You’re scared.” Jack said.

“Maybe.” She sighed.

“I’m going to get your blood, ok?” Dana asked. Callie nodded and turned away. Jack took her hand, rubbing soft circles on the space between her thumb and pointer.

“Can you have Robby sign off on some Zofran for her.” Jack ordered.

“Yeah of course. Blood’s all done sweetheart and we got that catheter placed. No more needles. Let me get another temp on ya.” Dana put the thermometer in her mouth and brushed the hair from her face.

“VIP treatment, I don’t remember the last time I saw Dana get blood.” Jack smiled.

“Only for you, Sweetheart.” Dana chuckled. “What was the last temp again?”

“102.7. Is it higher?” Jack asked, his body tensing.

“She’s at 103.” Dana nodded.

“Let’s get the fluids hooked up and bring some cold juice, her blood sugar might be dipping too.” Jack stated.

“I’m going to do all that because I know that needs to happen. You have to remember that you can’t be the one making orders for her.” Dana pointed. “I’ll let Robby know.” Dana ran off to get started.

“Jack…Jack I’m going to throw up.” Callie whined, her breathing becoming rapid and her forehead sweating as she fought the nausea. Jack jumped up, grabbing the emesis bag and holding it up to her face as her body lurched and vomited into it.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Jack held her hair out of her face. She gagged and spit the bile in her mouth.

“Sorry.” Callie coughed and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Nothing to apologize for.” Jack said rubbing the back of her neck.

“That’s so gross.”

“I’ve seen worse. I’ll be back.” He smiled. He tossed the bag into a trash can and went up to Robby.

“Hey, I put in the Zofran order, Princess is getting it ready with her fluids.” Robby said.

“Good, she just vomited. We gotta get that fever down.” Jack sighed leaning on the counter.

“We will. You would not be this worried if it was anyone else. Let me do my job and you just sit with her. Okay? I got her.” Robby patted Jack’s back.

“You suck at pep talks.”  Jack grumbled as he went back to Bay 2.

“You might taste it in the back of your throat, just so you know. Kind of a chemical taste.” Princess warned as she hooked up the IV.

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“Did you push the Zofran?” Jack sat next to Callie, a hand rubbing up and down her thigh.

“Yes, did that first so the fluids didn’t upset her stomach. I got this, Dr. Abbot.” Princess smiled.

“Sorry, he’s a worrier when It comes to me. Just ignore him. He’s not here as a doctor.” Callie shot Jack a look.

“It’s okay. We’re used to him.” Princess chuckled. “Do you need anything?” She put a hand on Callie’s shoulder.

“Another blanket would be nice, it’s freezing.” Callie shivered. Princess nodded and scurried off.

“Feeling any better?” Jack asked.

“Not really, the immediate need to vomit has subsided.” Callie sighed as she got comfortable.

“Good. You tell me if anything changes, okay? I mean it.” He scolded.

“Sir, yes, sir.” Callie smiled.

“Here you go, fresh out of the warmer.” Princess said tucking a warm blanket around Callie.

“Thank you, you’re an angel.” Callie smiled as Princess left.

“You want your ipad or something?” Jack asked.

“I want you.”

“Callie. No.”

“Not like that! No, I meant I want you to hold me. Pervert.” She smiled.

“Likely story.” Jack winked as he got up and crawled into the bed with her.

“What would I do without you?” Callie rested her head on his chest.

“Die, probably.” He snorted.

“Yeah, probably.” She chuckled.

The fluids made Callie shiver, cold in her veins. Jack held her close letting his body heat warm her skin. Dana came in to check on things a few times, smirking and winking when she saw him. He was definitely getting shit later. Callie had fallen asleep finally, her head heavy on his shoulder.

“Jack, labs are back.” Robby whispered. Jack carefully unwrapped himself from Callie and went out to the nurses station.

“What’s it look like?”

“Like she’s got an infection. White blood cell count is high, but I’ve seen worse. We’ll get her on some antibiotics and as soon as her temp normalizes she can go home.” Robby said.

“Okay. I’m trying to be hands off.” Jack sighed, his fingers fidgeting with his shirt.

“Yeah, okay.” Robby chuckled. Jack shot him a glare as he went back to the bay.

“Jack..” Callie groaned.

“Hey baby. You got an infection, they’re going to get you on some antibiotics. Once that fever breaks we’ll get you home.” He told her.

“My neck hurts.” She sighed.

“Yeah, these beds suck.” Jack brushed the hair from her face.

“Jack, you’re not one.” Callie mumbled.

“What? What did you say?” Jack looked at her confused.

“You can’t be up and down.” She stumbled over her words.

“Callie, can you tell me where you are?” His brows knitted together in concern.

“Somewhere over there at things.” Her words falling from her lips with haphazard effort.

“Robby!” Jack yelled as he hit the call button.

“I’m not in that…” Callie’s head lolled from side to side.

“Callie, baby, can you focus on me. Can you tell me who I am?”

“What’s going on?” Robby and Dana came running over.

“I’m just…you in down…” Her eye unfocused.

“She’s not making any sense, lost all awareness of her surrounding. Fuck! She said her neck hurt!” Jack ran a hand through his hair.

“Get me the ampicillin and cefotaxime now, I want 50 mg per kg of both. Start the corticosteroid. Whats the core temp?” Robby snapped his gloves on as he examined Callie, shining lights in her eyes.

“Temp is at 104.2, pressure is tanked.” Dana barked.

“Get the cooling blankets out. We have to bring this temp down. I want the lab checking for bacterial meningitis.” Robby shouted.

“Stop, I want…Stop!” Callie whined.

“Callie, it’s Dr. Robby. I know you’re confused, but we’re going to help you.” Robby tried to console. Callie pushed his hands away.

“No! No!” She couldn’t understand what was happening.

“Callie, baby, you gotta let them work! You need to let them help you.” Jack held her face in his hands. Callie looked up at him, confused, before she started crying.

“It’s okay, I’m not letting anything happen to you.” Jack said kissing her forehead.

“Robby, Lab says it’s positive for meningitis.” Princess said.

“Okay, move forward with the antibiotics and steroids. We need to focus on breaking this fever.” He said.

“It’s going to be okay.” Jack kept saying over and over. Callie kept reaching out to him, unaware of herself or who else was there. Jack did his best to keep her calm.

“Jack…” She cried.

“I’m here, baby, I’m here.” He said, his voice strained. Her hand fell from his and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body started to convulse.

“She’s seizing!” Dana shouted.

“No! Callie!” Jack was out of his mind, he couldn’t do this again.

“Donnie! Get him out of here!” Robby barked.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Jack growled.

“Brother, we need to work on her, you don’t need to see this okay? I’ve got her! I swear!” Robby said pushing him out of the room.

Donnie dragged Jack to the family room.  Sitting him down and putting a hand on his shoulder. Jack let his head fall into his hands.

“We’ve got her, man. We aren’t going to let you or her down.” Donnie said before running back out to help.

Jack paced back and forth the length of the family room like a lion at the zoo. His body vibrating with adrenaline needing to be released and emotions needing to be felt.

“Will you tell me about her one day?” Callie asked, her head resting on her propped up hand as they finished dinner. Jack looked up at her like she had just turned into a ghost.

“What?” He mumbled, his throat suddenly feeling tight.

“You don’t have to. I just…I would like to know the person I’m sharing you with.” She gave a soft smile.

“You aren’t sharing me with anyone.” He said looking down at his plate.

“Jack. I know better than that and so do you. It’s okay. I signed up for this.” She ran her hand up and down his bicep.

“I don’t want to scare you away.” He whispered.

“You won’t. It doesn’t have to be today or next week. Just, eventually.” Callie rubbed his shoulder where she knew he always held his emotional tension. He let himself lean into the touch as his mind whirled. He looked up at her, those big, bright eyes that made the world seem right. She wouldn’t run, he knew it.

“Her name was Jackie. She was a social worker. We met at the VA when I first got out.” He cleared his throat.

“So you have thing for girls trying to make the world better.” Callie smiled.

“I have a thing for girls that make the world better by being badass and have a smile that melts icebergs.” He snorted.

“What did she look like?”

“She was Mexican. Long, dark brown hair that had hints of red in it if the sun hit it just right. Big doe eyes that always had a hint of mischief in them,” he smiled at the memories he usually tried to ignore bubbling up. “She liked having her nails done, every three weeks like clockwork. Never the same color twice in a row. She said the designs made people open up just enough that she could wedge herself in. She was great at her job.” He didn’t realize the tears were falling down his cheek until Callie carefully wiped them away.

“She sounds amazing.”

“She was. She had the worst jokes, but they made her so happy. She loved telling people even if they groaned at how corny they were. She would play pranks on everyone she liked. That was how you knew you were in, she would lovingly fuck with you.” He laughed.

“How’d she die?” Callie’s voice was tight.

“Oh, ya know, cancer. She was fine and then she got a fever out of nowhere. Went into her regular doctor and they found lymphoma. She fought like hell. But it was just too aggressive. I remember she had been fighting falling asleep and I told her it was okay, just  go to sleep and I’d be there when she woke up. And something in my gut knew and she knew that she wasn’t going to. She didn’t.” Jack rubbed his hands over his face.  “I just can never shake the feeling that I should have noticed sooner. That I could have done something.” He shook his head. Callie leapt from her seat and pulled him to her chest.

“No, Jack. This isn’t your blame to carry. You were there for her, that was what she needed from you.” Callie told him.

“My therapist says that too.” He sighs.

“Weird, the professional who is a specialist on grief and guilt is right about grief and guilt. That never happens.” Callie chuckled.

“I love you.” He murmured as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“I love you too. Thank you.”

The door to the family room opened and Robby walked in. Jack didn’t stop pacing, he felt like he would break if he did.

“Jack she’s stable. Seizing has stopped. Fever is still high but it’s going down, she’s okay.” Robby said, trying to calm his friend down.

“How long was she seizing?”

“just under three minutes.”

“Okay. Okay, her fever is going down?” Jack repeated.

“She’s at 102.8 right now. She’s going to be okay.” Robby stopped him and put his hands on his shoulders.

“Her white cells were elevated-”

“From the meningitis, it’s not cancer Jack.” Robby consoled.

“You don’t fucking know that. We should run more tests, maybe do a PET Scan.” Jack rambled.

“You know I can’t just run invasive tests without her consent. Besides she has no indications that would have us do a PET, that’s too much radiation to be using without cause. She’s young and it would effect her reproductive health.” Robby said.

“But…fuck I can’t do this again. I won’t survive it, I barely did last time.” Jack broke.

“She’s okay! She’s stable, it was just bad luck that she got bacterial meningitis in her thirties. That never happens. She’s going to make a full recovery, you aren’t losing her.” Robby pulled him into a tight hug. They both jumped at the sound of knocking.

“She’s awake. She’s asking for you Dr. Abbot.” Donnie said.

“Okay. I’ll be right there.” Jack took a deep breath, wiping his face on his sleeve.

“I’m putting you in for a few days off.” Robby told him.

“I’m fine.”

“You aren’t. Besides she’s going to need looking after. You’re mind is going to be focused on her and nothing else anyway. As it should be.” Robby gave his shoulder a pat and left.

Jack made a B-line to bay 2. Pulling the curtain back and seeing Callie awake made his chest loosen just a touch.

“Hey, baby. You fucking scared the shit out of me.” Jack smiled.

“Got to keep you on your toes.” Callie croaked, her voice hoarse.

“You’re going to be okay.” He said, brushing the hair from her face.

“Yeah, you can’t get rid of me that easy.” She smiled.

“Never leave me. I can’t breathe without you now.” He leaned his forehead against hers.

“As long as it’s up to me, I’m staying right here with you.” She caressed his cheek.

“Sorry to interrupt, but they are coming down to bring you upstairs for overnight monitoring.” Robby smiled.

“Overnight? Oh man.” Callie sighed.

“You had a seizure Callie, we don’t take those lightly. It’s just for one night. Jack can stay with you the whole time. They’ll do repeat labs and if the fever is gone you’ll be out of here tomorrow.”

“Thank you for taking care of me, Robby.” Callie smiled.

“Of course. It’s our pleasure.” He smiled.

“I told you we like this shit.” Jack said.

“Oh please.” Callie chuckled.

[nogutsnogloria]

dr. abbot looks after his favorite sick patient.

jack abbot x reader

he notices something off in the morning. your bright eyes have a bit of a dull sheen and your skin that is usually glowing is looking a bit grey. you’re still so beautiful to him he isn’t saying that, but something is off. still he kisses you goodbye and heads for a rare day shift at the pitt knowing you will be spending the day at your job. “we can finally have a normal couple night, i will pick up dinner” you say as he’s leaving.

you have woke up with a slight headache and pressure in your sinuses but chalk it up to allergies and maybe a lack of water yesterday. so you push through getting ready to head into the office.

it was clearly a terrible idea on your part because once you get into your office and open your email the pounding in your head grows, and you know what is coming - this cold had been going around the office and apparently it was now your turn. you don’t understand how jack works in a literal emergency room but you’re the one bringing the plague home every time. he says it’s because his coworkers are trained in hand washing and yours, well let’s just say you make a conscious decision to not eat anything brought in for a potluck ever.

you limp through the day, the throbbing in your head growing as well as the pressure in your sinuses almost brings tears to your eyes. what really does bring exhausted tears to your eyes is that you told jack this morning you would have dinner ready to go for when he got home. now you have to pick up something to keep the facade up that nothing is wrong. so you sigh as you head into the grocery store parking lot to pick something for dinner.

you get home and put away the groceries. you have a bit of time before you need to start dinner so you go to relax on the couch closing your eyes to help with the headache you end up nodding off.

when jack comes home he first notices that the house looks dark, that’s not really like you. you usually have the lights on waiting for him. he unlocks the front door and heads inside.

not immediately being greeted by you or the smell of dinner being made he starts to panic the last update that you texted him was that you were heading into the grocery store and if he needed you to pick up anything - had something happened to you there?

he quickly feels relief when he spots you on the living room couch. still in your office outfit with your arm over your eyes, sleeping.

he gets a good look at you and now he’s kicking himself for not being a very good doctor this morning when he left for the day. your skin has grown more pale and not noticeable to most but definitely to him he can see that your eyes are puffy and your lymph nodes are a bit swollen.

he reaches out to gently get a feel of your forehead and of course you’re burning up a little. he sighs and crouches down to wake you up carefully.

gently stroking your arm he tries to pull you out of your slumber. you begin to stir and blink up at him bleary eyed. “i’m sorry i should have started dinner by now. it might be a bit late but i can start now and - “ jack traps your thighs in between his arms to stop you from getting off the couch right away. “you’re not cooking tonight. you have some sort of infection you that you hid from me all day - you went to work feeling like this?”

you groan and stare at the ceiling avoiding his eye contact. “i wasn’t hiding it. i was ignoring it, denying it, hoping that if i told myself it was allergies enough that it would just become the actual allergies.” this is so typical of you that it makes him smile at how adorably frustrating you are - because now he knows the fight of him trying to take care of you is coming next.

to your credit you don’t actually fight him as he pulls you off the couch to the bathroom so that he can shower the day off you. you might cry at how careful he’s being because you don’t feel well and here he is undressing you, not getting in himself because it is easier for him to take care of you with both legs on the ground - placing you into the shower and shampooing your hair giving you a bit of a scalp massage he switches to the conditioner and places it in your ends running his fingers through to take out any tangles. then he is grabbing your fancy spa body wash that you save for special occasions and is working a lather into your skin. focusing on your back, neck, chest and shoulders trying to ease the aching muscles he knows your hiding from him. once you’re all clean and rinsed he shuts the shower off wrapping a towel around you and drying you off.

you’re basically putty in his hands at this point the exhaustion from being sick is exuding from inside. so you let him dress you in one of his old t-shirts and a pair of underwear. if you had your usual sarcastic attitude you would make a comment about having your own clothes to wear but then he grabs your favorite fluffy socks and you just let him do what he wants to you.

“i need to dry your hair” he murmurs as he stands up after dressing you. you let out a little tired whine that makes him snort a laugh. “you’ve been so good not fighting me on all of this but sitting under the warm hair dryer is where you’re drawing the line? you just have to sit there and look pretty - the easiest possible job for you, the one you literally do in your sleep, the one you do in my dreams-“ you’re cutting him off with a groan “okay, shush, please stop flirting with me i’m sick” that makes him laugh at you again.

“you’re laughing? im sick and you’re laughing?” you joke at him. “you’re just so cute i can’t help it, now you big baby will you please take a seat at the vanity so i can dry your hair?” you grumble and roll your eyes but listen because it would actually be really nice to have someone else dry your hair. once he’s finished he’s tucking you into bed, telling you he will be right back when you make grabby hands at him to join you.

he comes back in with a glass of water, a plate of a known comfort meal of toast with peanut butter for you. “please eat this and drink the glass then i will get you some tylenol and we can go to sleep” you humour him with both and when he’s picking the plate up with a thanks from you and “what are you going to have for dinner i really ruined our plans, you’re probably hungry” he grabs your left hand and kisses your ring finger. “you didn’t ruin anything. i stood in-front of all our friends and family and promised to love you in sickness and in health. i would do this every time . also i had the first piece of toast out of the toaster with peanut butter. you might be on to something with that… it’s not an every day dinner like it would be for you if i left you to your own devices but it’s good once in a while”

he heads to wash the dishes and grab the tylenol and another glass of water he comes back in and gives you a kiss on the forehead. “you’re still burning up. what is hurting?” you blink at him “you’re that good of a doctor that your lips can tell that i may or may not have a fever?” he gives you a look that tells you that’s enough of your comments but also humours you with a “you’re my most well known, and favourite patient” so you concede. “my sinuses hurt, which makes my eyes and head ache, my skull feels like it’s two hundred pounds” he gives you a sympathetic frown, “well that tylenol should make it feel a bit better, you should have another glass of water too. is there anything else you need that i can get you?” you nod and throw on your most pathetic face with the puppy dog eyes that has never failed you. “i just need you and your cuddles” and who is he to tell you no. “just what the doctor ordered”

[pinkmoonastro]

The 12 houses explained: short word format

1st: Aries, Mars, Yang, Dragon, Bee, Face, Eyes, Eyebrows, Voice, Accent, First Glance, Passion, Drive, Self Esteem, 3rd Eye, Intuition, Hard on yourself, Mutable, Patience, Leader, Stoic, Muscles, Neck/Head tension, Animals, Intensity, Head scarf, Tender headed, Attracting energy vampires, Hard headed, Red, Purple, Sexual energy, Humor, Introvert/extrovert, Fear of child baring because loss of freedom, Judgement, Lymph nodes, Guitar, Fast talker, Sharp talker, Forward thinking, Warrior, Personality, Spine...

2nd: Taurus, Venus, Yin, Panda, Neck/Throat, Throat chakra, Mouth, Thyroid, Heart, Pink, Blue, Fluid, Security, Resources, Musician, Silent, Introvert, Nose, Scent, Taste, Parent, Singing, Arms, Dancing, Food, Breeze, Partnership, Sharing, Values, Luxury, Pleasure, Easy going, Soft spoken, Naivety, Split decisions, Indecisive, Moon, Father, Sturdy, Poker face, Children, Trustworthy, Grit, Victory, Horses, Trials...

3rd: Gemini, Mercury, Yin/Yang, Jack Rabbit, Hands, Feet, Speech, Tongue, Lungs, Fast pace, Exercise, excitement, Bounce back, Joy, Vigor, Youth, Fidget, Anxiety, Habits, Expressive, Musician, Storyteller, School, Journalist, Moral system, Networking, Group, Siblings, Questioning, Stocks/trading, Choices, Dedication, Picky, Options, Dare Devil, Flirt, Long lasting, Hopes, Trees/Forest, Art, Comedian, Chances, Materials, Time, Loyal, Boundaries, ...

4th: Cancer, Moon, Yin, Owl, Family, Mother, Compassion, Creation, Birth, Life, Regret, Sleep, Nipple, Breast, Anus, Stomach, Womb, Bellybutton, Heart, Sacral, Blue, White, Yellow, Ocean, Cold, Night, Cycle, Fly on the wall, Unspoken secrets, Pores, Suicide, Whispers, Distracted, Outsider, Alchemy, Caregiver, Chef, Guidance, Critical, Teeth, Passage/Gateway, Humming, Drums, Weight on your back, Pressures, Gratefulness, Gratitude, Obedience, Horse, Animals, Words that cut...

5th: Leo, Sun, Yang, Lion, Spine, Heart, Pets, Fun, Youthful, Children, Love affairs, Expression, Dance, Gymnastics, Loud, Bright colors, Short trips, Friends, Aunts/Uncles, Get togethers, Cars, Innovative, Actor, Protection, Magician, Gardening, Gossip, Alchemy, Adulthood, Relaxing, Bonding, Self destruction, Slick words, Hard work, Spotlight, Sharing, Rebuilding, Clothing, Renewed vision, Drawing board, Companionship, Grounding...

6th: Virgo, Mercury, Yin, Ant, Crane, Praying Mantis, Work environment, Routine, Structure, Time, Patience, Health issues, Hygiene, Nervous system, digestive system, Pancreas, Gallbladder, Notebooks, Writing, Movies, Home, Relaxing, Forgiving, Generous, Social Life, Bonding, Practice, Foresight, Letting go, Stable, Helpful, Tense, Pressure, Negative thoughts, Reminisce, Addiction, Sorrow, Indecision, Indigestion, Saving Finances, Strong will, Codependency, Maturing, Realizing, Criticism, Self Honoring...

7th: Libra, Venus, Yin, Dragon Fly, Peacock, Marraige, Partnership, Contracts, Joint endeavors, Kidneys, Bladder, Blood, Caring what others think, Voice, Accent, Culture, Rebuilding, Learning new ways to do, Home decor, Learning gratitude, Giving, Reseveing, Welcome home, Comfort, Jot, Warmth, Spring, Flowers, New thought processes, Building Legacy, Defending yourself, Possessions, Slower living, Connecting to nature, Center of attention...

8th: Scorpio, Pluto, Mars, Yin/Yang, Vulture, Jaguar, Phoenix Death/Rebirth, Fears, Dark, Dreams, Escaping, Running, Hoarding, Lack, Homelessness, Strength, Stamina, Restart, Hard work paying off, Legacy, Against all odds, Elimination system, Pelvis, All the holes in the body, Burgundy, Purple, Black, Sex organs, Releasing worries, Manipulation, Smothering, Misunderstood, Coffee, Over giving, Partnership, Friendship, Sensuality, Secretion, Body odor, Roses, Fruit trees, Chapel, Railroad, Balancing, Power, Unseen forces, Intimidation, Relaxation...

9th: Sagittarius,Jupiter, Yang, Donkey, Whale, Shark, Liver, Legs, Posture, Religion, Long distance, Foreign travel, New ideas, Creative thoughts, Energy, Witty, Nomad, Idealistic, Larger than life, Focused on success, Friendship, Gatherings, Social Life, Relaxing, Luxury, Boundaries, Tired, Mental Illness, Restrictions, Insecurities, Grandparents, Quiet time, Relationships, Sharing, Attention, Harmony, Rebirth, Hard work, Getting over, Time, Late night thoughts, Male role model, Weight on your back, Responsibilities, Greedy, Guarded, Proud, Protection, Unique, Lavender...

10th: Capricorn, Saturn, Yang, Sheep, Alligator Honey Badger, Cactus, Sterile, Marble, White, Grey, Cold, Winter, Snow, Reputation, Social status, Farming, Popularity, Bones, Skin, Nails, Hair, Sharp, Leather, Goat, Structure, Skin conditions, Over explaining, Hard on others/yourself, Violin, Holding onto the past, Hard choices, Seeing others happen, Collecting, Finding purpose, Unique interest, Creative ways to make money, Standing up for yourself, Tunnel vision, Sharing, Networking, Group efforts, Working on love...

11th: Aquarius, Uranus, Yin/Yang, Moose, Mongoose, Snake, Friends, Parties, Organizations, Goals, Hopes, School, Science, mutable, unique style, Different friend groups, Water, Lakes, Rivers, Driving, Circulatory System, Pituitary glands, Changing course, Fear of change, Social media, Learning to stand alone, Trusting intuition, Defending loved ones, nonchalant, Increasing expectations, Std, Dead tree, Sticking it out, Elders, Community, Taking a stand, Protest, Elections, Politics, Numbers, Releasing restrictions...

12th: Pisces, Neptune, Yin, Fish, Birds, Friends, More to go around, Letting go, Releasing Past, Decor, Eye for style, Luxury, Opinionated, Energy field, Subconscious, Mountains, Fog, Spa, Skincare, Hygiene, Safety, Frienemies, Luck, Protection, Unprovided jealously, Foreign, Secret, Being watched, Self expression, Confidence, Talents, Anxiety, Depression, Breath, Dreams, Sleeping, Ufc/boxing, Always wanting more, Magician, Plants, Sunshine, Exotic, Target, Maturity, Completion...

[starkenobi]

Hi! How did Jack and firefighter reader met? I loved your drabble of them and I can't wait for your avenger!reader x jack abbot!!!!

Honey, hope you like this! I always thought of both of them having heard about each other a lot, Shen being the one to pique their curiosity. So their meeting is a "finally" kind of feeling.

(same universe of just another day)

She is already known by some people at the Pitt, being a firefighter isn't easy and sometimes they will end up in the ER, no matter how careful they are. And she wasn't a stranger to getting hurt, most of the time it wasn't serious. She visited the hospital only for checkups, but the emergency room? She wished she could say she hadn't visited several around the city, thanks to her working and helping a lot of firehouses.

But that night was different. In the middle of a rescue, she got into a fight. A fist fight with a man who assaulted one of her victims. At first she tried to settle down the situation, make the man leave on good terms. Of course, he didn't appreciate it. Before anyone could react, the man lunged at her. In the end, she left him unconscious with a kick to the jaw, but not before she suffered a stab in the arm.

"I said I'm fine! Violet could easily give the stitches," she hissed, while being escorted to the ER by Carlos.

"Oh, so you'd bleed out waiting for her to come back to the firehouse?" Carlos was quickly to retort.

"With all due respect, lieutenant, but what the fuck happened?" Shen said as soon as he got close to them. Having enough intimacy to call her out. Without waiting for answers, he led her to a nearby vacant bed.

"She got into a fist fight," Carlos smirked, chuckling after seeing Shen's surprised face. "Yeah, I think there are even videos online already."

She groaned at both of her friends. "Not helping!"

"What do we got here, Dr. Shen?"

A voice called outside the room, she turned around to look and felt her heart skip a beat. She has heard a lot about the experienced attending, no words from Shen did justice to the impact of seeing Jack Abbot standing so close.

Shen cleared his throat, pointing at her. "Dr. Abbot. This is lieuntenant L/N, got a stab in her arm and some bruisings from a fight."

Jack noded, "I'll take from here."

Shen froze for a second, before smiling dangerously wide. "Sure! I'll see the victims of your rescue, lieuntenant. C'mon, Carlos."

Shen and Carlos promptly left, leaving a silence in the room. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. She watched Jack prepare the supplies needed to treat her wounds.

"The handcuffed man with a kick to the jaw?" he murmured, finally coming closer. She noded. Jack smirked. "Good job, sweetheart. Now, let me see your arm."

He could see anything and everything he wanted, she thought.

After Jack took a long time to take care of her, she couldn't hold back. "My shift ends at seven, wanna share some breakfast?"

Jack smirked, arching a brow. "I think the closest one open at this hour is Starbucks, sweetheart."

"Oh no, handsome," she smiled sweetly. Getting out of the bed, she slid a hand on his arm and leaned towards him to murmur, "you deserve some good homemade breakfast."

[meganwritesfanfics]

How to Save a Life (Dr Jack Abbott x Reader) Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Companion Piece: You Are My Sunshine

Word Count: 1790

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence against women, gun violence, suicide.

It was a normal shift, or as normal as any shift in the Pitt could be. After a heartbreaking case, Y/N heads outside to clear her head and talk to her husband Dr. Jack Abbott. But suddenly a normal shift takes a deadly turn when Y/N is taken hostage by a disgruntled patient

“Do you both think I’m an absolute idiot?” Driscoll sneered. “I know you two are either married or related. And by the way he keeps looking at you, I’m going to say married. It was a nice touch with the fake name. But you forget. I have been here for fucking hours! I was getting checked in when you came out into the lobby and people called you Doctor Abbott. I just wanted to see how you both thought this was going to play out.” He sneered and Jack’s jaw clenched. 

“We are helping you, you are getting the help you think you are so entitled too, now can you let her go. She needs medical attention.” 

“Well she can wait, just like I fucking had to.” 

Jack was seething when suddenly there was a knock on the door. He turned to see Dana standing standing there with a piece of paper held up to the window. 

“I have Mr. Driscoll's test results.” She said. “He’s clear to go. Looks like it was nothing but some severe heartburn.” 

“Is that true?” Driscoll asked. “Mr big shot senior attending read those results, and tell me she’s not lying.”  

Jack carefully opened the door grabbing the piece of paper from Dana, and he watched as she looked at Y/N, her eyes full of concern. 

“Yep looks like it’s correct. Just a case of some severe heartburn, which can be treated by over the counter medication or tums.” Jack snapped. 

“You are telling me I have been here for hours just to find out it’s fucking heartburn.” Driscoll screamed as squeezed Y/N neck tighter causing her to whimper. 

“Would you rather you had a heart attack and died.”

Driscoll sighed. “Well take these stupid fucking things off me. I want to get the fuck out of this hell hole.” He shoved Y/N and she slowly started to peel the nodes off. 

“Was this all worth it,” Jack said helping Y/N. “Taking someone hostage just to find out you have fucking heartburn.” 

“Jack, stop.” Y/N snapped. 

“Yeah listen to your fucking wife Jack, it’s not smart to antagonize the man holding a gun to your pretty wifes head.” 

“Mr Driscoll, you are free to go.” Y/N said. 

“You see, you are a lot more level headed than your husband. A lot more agreeable.” 

“Don’t think that I am not seething inside you piece of shit.” She spat as he stood up and wrapped his arm around her chest again roughly. 

“Oh you are feisty. I like that.” He whispered in her ear causing her to flinch a look of disgust on her face. 

“You got what you wanted now let her go.” Jack snapped. 

“No, not yet. Not until I am out of here with no issues. She’s my insurance.” Driscoll said yanking her out of the room with her with him, Jack following behind. 

“Mr Driscoll, this has gone on long enough.” Robby snapped his eyes locked on Y/N’s injury. “Dr. Abbott is injuried, and I must insist that you hand her over.” 

“You are in no position of authority to tell me what to do. She is coming with me to make sure that I am not going to be bothered by anyone else.” 

Jack shook his head, as his breathing started to get more shallow as the panic and anxiety was becoming overwelming. His gut was telling him this wasn’t going to end well. And he knew, if he didn’t come up with a plan and come up with one soon, he was going to lose Y/N. 

It felt like time stopped as Jack’s thoughts went back to their wedding. 

He could feel his hands starting to shake as he stood at the make shift alter. Their wedding was being held at a botanical garden. He was standing under a gazebo that was surrounded by tulips. It was a small wedding. The only people there was Dana and Robby. And their dog Cooper of course. 

“How you holding up?” Robby whispered as he stood next to him. Jack was wearing his military uniform and Robby was standing next to him wearing a classic black tuxedos with a red tulip boutonnier. 

“I’m trying to convince myself I’m not going to cry when I see her.” Jack said straightening his tie. 

“God you are so whipped.” Robby teased. 

“She’s my whole world Micheal. I’m so excited that I get to spend the rest of my life with her.”  

Suddenly the sound of the the acoustic version of Shelter by The Talbott Brothers started playing, and Jack felt his stomach tighten with anticipation as he turned to see Y/N come down the aisle. His heart felt like it was going to explode when he saw her. She was wearing an off the shoulder dress with lace flower details and a flowing skirt. She wanted something that had a very boho vibe to it and her hair was down and curled lightly. Jack’s favorite way she ever wore her hair. Around her neck, she wore Jack’s dogtags along with the infinity knot necklace he bought her for their one year anniversary of them dating. On her finger she wore her moss agate engagement ring. 

Jack cleared his throat fighting back tears as he watched Dana walk arm and arm with Y/N. 

“Hi baby.” She smiled as she she reached him her hand quickly finding it’s rightful place within his. 

“Hi,” He said his voice cracking. 

“Oh Jack, you said you weren’t going to cry, you are going to make me cry.” Y/N laughed reaching out and wiping away the tear that fell down his cheek. 

“You look so beautiful.” He smiled. 

“Thank you,” She beamed. 

The ceremony was short and sweet but he couldn’t ask for a more perfect day. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” The officiant said and Jack didn’t wait a moment to pull his new bride into his arms and pull her into a long kiss. 

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered. 

“I love you too Jack, so much.” 

They had decided to keep their ceremony small, but the reception was where the party was going to be. That was where the entire staff of the Pitt were waiting for them and where the alcohol and fun would really be flowing. 

Jack and Y/N had also decided that they wanted to be less traditional when it came to their first dance. Instead they waited until the end of the evening when the celebration was wrapping up. 

“How are you doing this fine evening Dr. Abbott?” Y/N smiled as they danced together to their song Wondeful Tonight by Eric Clapton.

“I am beyond happy, what are about you Dr. Abbott?” Jack loved the sound of calling Y/N Dr. Abbott. 

“Incandescently happy. Today could not have been more perfect.” 

“Y/N,” Jack said his emotions taking over. “Every day with you is going to be perfect. I know I don’t deserve you but thank you so much for choosing me.” 

“Jack Abbott you self deprecating little asshole,” Y/N teased. “You deserve the absolute world and I hope that I can provide you as much happiness as possible. I love you more than anything and I can’t wait to see our future together.” 

He pulled her in for a long kiss again as they swayed together holding each other tightly. 

He could feel his eyes filling up with tears, he wouldn’t lose her. 

“There is an entire squad of police waiting outside for you.” He blurted out and Robby and Dana turned to look at him horrified. 

“What!” Driscoll snapped. “I told you no police or I would kill her!” 

“Did you actual believe that we wouldn’t call the police. You shut down an entire Emergency Department. You can’t seriously think that the police weren’t going to get involved.” He snapped as he inched forward making sure to keep his hands up and visible. “But I will get you out of here, without the police ever seeing you. Under the condition that you let Y/N go.” 

“You would switch places with her?”

“I would die for her if I have to.” 

“Jack,” Y/N let out a cry. She was exhausted emotionally and physically, her head was ringing from the injury and her mind was spinning from everything that was happening. 

“I have an alternative plan.” Driscoll said. “I keep Y/N here with me, insuring that the police don’t kill me. And she stays with me until I can get someone and get hidden. Or maybe I’ll just keep her.” He sneered and Jack felt like he was going to vomit. 

“Don’t you get it, you piece of shit. I’m not letting you take her anywhere.” Jack snapped his eyes darkening. “You either take me up on my offer, or I put you in a body bag.” 

“You are going to threaten me right now. Are you stupid?” 

“I was an army doctor. And I work night shift in the ER. I don’t crack under pressure. I’m meticulous and I have incredible patience. How are you going to feel in 2 hours let’s say, when you are hungry, thirsty, or have to take a piss. You think you are going to be thinking clearly. Not a chance. And that’s when I will best you. And I’ll claim it was self-defense.” 

The room went deathly quiet. The look on Jack’s face was absolutely terrified. Y/N had never seen him look so angry. He looked like a whole different person. 

Y/N could feel Driscoll grip on her start to relax, as his hands started to shake. The reality of the whole situation finally hitting him. Y/N took her chance and pushed herself away from Driscoll lunging for Jack. 

Everything seemed to slow, and Jack watched Y/N push away from Driscoll and he quickly reached his arms out to her ready to grab her up and pull her into himself protectively. But he could see Driscoll turn the gun and point it at Y/N’s back. Suddenly a gunshot went off and Y/N’s back arced as she fell into Jack’s arms. 

“No, no!” Jack screamed as he could feel the warm blood on his arms. “Y/N!” 

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Y/N kept repeating her eyes filling with fear as she stared up at her husbands face. She just kept repeating it as blood filled her mouth. 

“I didn’t… oh shit I…” Driscoll panicked as he watched the police start to rush in. “I’m sorry.” He said as he turned the gun on himself and fired. 

Here are the links to what I think the reader's wedding dress, and ring would look like.

tag list: @rosewritesitout, @brnesblogposts @emma8895eb

[hydrossity-zone]

If theres a model meant for mmd or xnalara theres specific blender plugins that can import them!

alright whole other thing but yall im on my knees. nowhere can you get a princess elise model that can be used in blender. help me.

[sarshles-cheescake-li]

My favourite analysis on Lu Guang's answer to the animal riddle is that he said detective, partly because he sees himself as guilty, by @curapicas (2025). (thanks muninnhuginn for finding the link!) However, I posit another answer: everyone.

You can set a forest aflame with a match, sure, but that doesn't cause devastation on the scale of lifeless charcoal. Where I live, our forest are born to be burned. Pockets of wildfire open up cracks in the canopy, letting sun shine on young trees; nutrients are released back into soil; the jack pine tree needs fire to reproduce (Natural Resources Canada, 2024). Wildfires have become an issue for us recently for one major reason: mismanagement.

Forest fires are bound to happen. Delay it endlessly, leave thousand of acres of standing, old wood, and that's when a forest fire becomes truly ravenous. Was it any one creature's fault? The fault of the elephant for dutifully putting out small sparks whenever they were seen? The fox for watching the forest grow thick and overcrowded without speaking up? The rabbits for planting the grasses that they adore as food? No one could have seen it coming, yet, everyone could. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was everyone's fault. It was a tragedy. It was an inevitability. Lu Guang would know: he's been fighting that inevitable fire for years.

A forest fire, and a death node. Never any one singular person to blame, one single factor that caused the fire: always a collision of dozens of entangled threads. Cheng Xiaoshi's death was never caused by one singular person, and the fire was never set by any one creature. The animals of the forest, in their attempts to make the forest a better home for themselves, set the stage for it to burn. The people who love and are loved by Cheng Xiaoshi, in their actions to protect him, attract the attention of executioners. 引火上身。*

Fundamentally, it's the same as Cheng Xiaoshi's answer -- that sometimes lightning strikes your life, and that's that. Only, Cheng Xiaoshi says 'it wasn't anyone's fault, no one did anything to start it'. Lu Guang, and maybe Vein, too, say 'they were all at fault, no one did anything to prevent it'. Lu Guang answers everyone, because he has come to see disasters as not the result of a singular person's actions, but rather a product of everyone's decisions. Even though Vein may not be a time traveler well-versed in the crowdfunded nature of tragedies, he still may well be cynical enough to write off the idea of innocent victims.

Lastly, consider that Lu Guang doesn't plot Vein's death because it would prevent him from killing Cheng Xiaoshi. He does it because it creates a new node; a new fire. Controlled burning**.

*Meaning "to attract fire onto one's own body." An idiom for when you cause your own problems, especially by attracting the attention or ire of others.

**An actual forest management technique where you set small, controlled fires, which clear out the dead wood and fulfill the same purposes as a big fire without it getting out of hand. Many Indigenous peoples have been doing it since forever. (BC Wildfire Service, 2022)

BC Wildfire Service. (2022, May 5). How cultural burning enhances landscapes and lives. Government of British Columbia. https://blog.gov.bc.ca/bcwildfire/how-cultural-burning-enhances-landscapes-and-lives/

Curapicas. (2025, February 5). Why I think Lu Guang's answer to the riddle was the detective:. Tumblr. https://www.tumblr.com/curapicas/774647863305256960/why-i-think-lu-guangs-answer-to-the-riddle-was

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MC Persona Chart Observations I: Celebrities Edition

The MC in Astrology, meaning Medium Coeli, is one of the 4 main points (ASC, IC, DSC, MC) in a Chart. It is the also the 10H. The MC/ 10H is a point that represents the career, the job area of the native. It is also about the reputation. In order to know more about this matter, we can look at it in the Natal Chart, but also the MC Persona Chart. This is what the study will be about in this post, taking celebrities MC PC as examples.

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These observations only apply to MC Persona Chart

ᯓ★ Keanu Reeves has his 5H ruler (Jupiter) in his 10H, meaning his career indeed involved a lot of creativity, and 5H is also the house of comedy, theater and acting, which makes even more sense.

ᯓ★ Having Jupiter in Leo/ in the 5H/ Ruler of the 5H could be a sign of being an actor.

ᯓ★ Selena Gomez has a stellium in her 1H, and she is very well known for her beauty and face.

ᯓ★ Justin Bieber has his Mercury in his 3H and his 3H' Ruler is Mercury! His sun is also at a Gemini degree.

ᯓ★ Having Leo rising or rising 29° means being extremely well known at your work. People see you and directly know who you are. (Keanu Reeves, Justin Bieber)

ᯓ★ Saturn 8H could express you will struggle a lot mentally because of your career. Justin Bieber has it, AND it's in Pisces, which explains why he had addictions.

ᯓ★ Having Sun at 5°, 17° or 29° always indicate having fame in your career. (Choi Wooshik, Hailey Bieber, Lee Minho, Gong Yoo)

ᯓ★ Juno, Groom/Briede could indicate what your spouse does as a job. Hailey Bieber has Groom 3H and Justin is a singer. Justin has Briede 2H and Hailey is a business woman.

ᯓ★ Mars in Leo/5H could be another indicator of being an Actor (Selena Gomez, Henry Cavill, Timothée Chalamet, Gong Yoo)

ᯓ★ Part of Fortune 11H could be a sign of blowing up on social media and it can be part of the fame or recognition.

ᯓ★ Uranus 5H could be a sign of having a sudden fame after some years. Pedro Pascal has that and became famous before turning 40 years old.

ᯓ★ Harry Styles has MC Mercury ruled, and his Mercury is in 9H. He was known worldwide ever since he started in One Direction and is a singer.

ᯓ★ Your MC's ruler in your 5H could indicate becoming famous. (Jungkook, Jack Harlow)

ᯓ★ Jungkook also has his Part of Fortune 5H, and people call him the Golden Maknae, because he shines whatever he does (maknae= youngest)

ᯓ★ MC ruler in Aquarius/11H could indicate being an influencer or just very famous for your online presence (Hailey Bieber, Kylie Jenner)

ᯓ★ Kim Jennie from BLACKPINK has her Sun conjunct Mercury in 8H, she is a rapper.

ᯓ★ Her 8H Ruler is also Mercury.

ᯓ★ Vertex in your MC PC could indicate what make a major turn in your career.

ᯓ★ Kim Jennie has Vertex Leo 7H and she signed a contract with YG Entertainment, a big idols agency.

ᯓ★ Harry Styles has Vertex Gemini 8H conjunct Mars and he became a singer by singing in X Factor, a television music competition show.

ᯓ★ Pedro Pascal has Vertex Capricorn and gained fame and success in his acting career later in his life. It can also mean you were meant to change your job field and make a real impact. Sabrina Carpenter has the same thing, and recently gained more appreciation for her music, later than some people.

ᯓ★ Vertex 6H could mean your hard work is what make your career take another turn. (Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez)

ᯓ★ Mercury 1H could mean people talk a lot about how you look, your face, your body, etc in your career. (Selena Gomez)

ᯓ★ Charles Leclerc has Saturn in his 10H, and Saturn is a planet that represents the car. Charles is a F1 Pilot.

ᯓ★ Kylie Jenner MC ruler is Jupiter and she has it in 12H. This house is all about the illusions and it can be about what is not real. She participates in her family's reality TV Show. Reality TV Shows are known for pretending to show "reality" while it's in fact just for entertaining purposes.

ᯓ★ Kylie also has her Sun in Libra, and she also got famous for her make up brand.

ᯓ★ Your 7H ruler in MC PC could represent what your business is about if you have one. Selena Gomez & Hailey Bieber both have their 7H in Venus signs and both of their Venus are in 1H. They both have a make up business.

ᯓ★ Sun 2H/8H could mean you got famous for your money, or your family's money.

ᯓ★ Rising sign will always say how you look during your career.

ᯓ★ Jennie has Capricorn rising, and she is known for having a "resting b*tch face" or just looking distant and cold when posing.

ᯓ★ Harry Styles has Scorpio Rising, he is known for changing his style multiple times during his career, and he is also "daring" with his style and looks.

ᯓ★ Leo Rising could mean the way you look at work will become iconic. Some of your looks will perhaps stay in "history" meaning one of your look could become so famous people can dress as you for halloween and people know who they are dressing as. (Justin Bieber, Sabrina Carpenter, Keanu Reeves)

ᯓ★ Sun conjunct Mercury will always be the n°1 indicator of being in the music industry. Sooo many singers/ rappers/ musician have this placement.

ᯓ★ Cancer rising people can be treated like babies during their career (Jungkook, Charles Leclerc). People just adore you and will find excuses for you despite anything you do.

ᯓ★ Sun in Pisces or 12H can make you hide from your career for sometimes. It can mean people don't need to see you for you to do your job. Or at some point you will not show yourself anymore in your career.

ᯓ★ Neptune 1H/ 8H can mean people are obsessed with you.

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got lovesick all over my bed (samira mohan x jack abbot sick fic)

Someone's knocking on her forehead.

No, that can't be right. Samira turns her brain on and tries valiantly to unstick her eyelids as she forcibly blinks them open. Once they are, cloudy but mostly functional, she takes in her living room looking exactly like how she left it. No TV, because she doesn't want to pay for cable and doesn't have time for it anyway. Stacks of medical journals, mostly neat, on the coffee table she got for $30 on Facebook Marketplace, scratched from lugging it up her stairs when her elevator was out of order, again. Marshmallow curled around himself in the corner, a reminder of her resolution to get a life, and a cat, after McKay's comment after the shift from hell 6 months ago.

Someone knocks again, but not on her forehead.

It's her door, an equally foreign object that rarely gets visitors except for the odd package delivery courier who is very, very lost. Samira runs a full body scan and is not surprised to find she fell asleep in her scrubs on her couch instead of taking the six steps into her bedroom and ensuite. What is surprising is the headache making itself known, along with congestion in every nasal passage she owns. Another slow blink reveals sinus pressure behind her eyes and cheeks and would you look at that, Samira Mohan has a sinus infection. A month before her fellowship applications are due.

And there's still someone pounding at her door.

She swings her legs off her couch, groaning as the soreness from working a double shift sinks into her bones. After a hefty grunt, Samira is fully vertical, her scrubs creased but thankfully bodily fluid-less. Maybe Mel came to check up on her? But she can't imagine her friend knocking in anything other than her usual pattern (two short, one long). Perhaps Dana, who was making comments the entire shift about how Samira looked like shit and should "go home before I write you up." Or, Samira shudders as she turns the lock to open, it's her mother, come to collect after three missed calls this week. She resolves herself to this most likely scenario, steeling her spine as she opens her door to-

Jack Abbot.

Dr. Abbot, she corrects herself, who is standing with one fist raised while the other clutches what looks like a takeout order from her favorite sushi place. A closer glimpse reveals a tub of miso soup, and her stomach grumbles in anticipation. It's a feat, but she draws her head up from the warm beacon of food to look at the man in front of her.

"Dana said you were sick." He states. Samira blinks molasses slow, and some part of her wonders if this is the flu and not a sinus infection. She must be hallucinating, because Dr. Abbot is wearing glasses that she has never, ever, seen before. If she had, the dreams she's been trying to ignore for a year would have made them a feature. They're rectangle-framed, the black color of plastic stark against his salt-and-pepper curls. An explicable breath of fondness bubbles up in her throat, and she has to slow it before it escapes.

"You're wearing glasses." Definitely the flu.

Abbot doesn't say anything, walking forward until she gets the message and lets him in. "Shoes," she murmurs, and he complies silently, kicking them off as she mentally kicks herself, because his prosthetic is probably less stable without a shoe. A chill wracks through her body, and all thoughts leave her head.

"Jesus, Samira." She blinks and he's there in front of her, the soup on her counter. He checks her forehead, her lymph nodes, and then brushes a finger against her cheek. It must be some field technique he knows, and she tries to remember to ask him if he has a case study to go along with it.

"Dr. Abbot..." She trails off, unsure of what she's going to say. An unlikely occurrence when she's usually always preparing a defense of her methods to Robby or an order to ask the upper floors, for the thirtieth time, if they have a free bed. "Jack." He orders and she swallows down a nod, which makes her throat ache. "Do you want to change out of your scrubs? A shower?" Pajamas. Shower. These are things she wants, but she nearly stumbles again when another wave of fatigue hits. Her spine curls and Dr. Abbot Jack catches her with a warm hand on her shoulder and another around her waist. It's instantly steadying as she resists the urge to curl into him.

"I need help showering. I don't think I can stand." Blood rushes in her ears as Jack takes a sharp breath. Tears prick her eyes, and she gets a flashback of her bathroom breakdown after Pittfest. The pure incompetency of her own body, one that performs its duties every day without fail, suddenly won't let her stand for more than a minute before giving up. "I could call Dr. King or maybe Dr. Collins..." He trails off, and she nearly laughs at how those are the only two people he could list because she doesn't have anyone else. But Mel is working and Heather is visiting her sister in California. And Samira's mom is a few hundred miles away in New Jersey, and god, Samira doesn't have anyone.

She realizes a second later she said that out loud.

"You have me." Jack murmurs. The hand at her waist starts pushing, moving her towards her bedroom with the strong weight of him at her back. Then it's into the bathroom, where Jack sits her on the closed toilet seat and squats in front of her.

"Your leg." She protests faintly, and it's like he didn't even hear her.

"We have a few options, Mohan. I've got some baby wipes you can use, but the shower steam is going to help more. Your shower is too small for me to put that chair I saw in the kitchen in there. What do you want to do?" The impossibility that Jack is standing in her bathroom has suddenly hit. Jack, who has been sending her medical journals at all hours for a year now. Jack, who became a temporary day shift attending for a week after Robby took leave. Jack, who took her out for breakfast after a particularly rough night shift that she was only covering because it was Langdon's first visit with his kids. Jack, who's started bringing her lavender oat milk lattes after they went to an artisan cafe and all she could talk about was getting an attending salary to pay for a $7 latte.

Jack.

"Dr. Mohan."

She jerks her head up, which had fallen down as fatigue hit again. He's making that concentrated look where his eyes disappear into a dark color she can't name. "Can you help me shower?" He closes his eyes for a second, inhaling deeply, before opening them and nodding.

Jack does not help her shower. Dr. Abbot does. They start the water so it has time to warm up, then methodically strip Samira down. Well, he strips her while she holds onto the wall, try not to let her body collapse. Thankfully, her curls are somehow still in her claw clip, because if she had to wash her hair, she would simply shave it off. His eyes are on hers the entire time, never taking more than a perfunctory glimpse at her skin as more gets revealed. A cloud of steam hits her when she steps into the shower, one hand on Dr. Abbot's strong forearm as she attempts to stand straight. The shower curtain is partially open enough for his hand, but they agreed that she would wash her body.

It's clinical, like she's watching from outside herself as she swipes soap up and down. More recently, she's tried longer showers to do a "body check in", something the meditation app Ellis recommended told her to do. This time, her left hand swipes over the most important parts as her right hand clings to Jack's. It's the kind of grip she imagines he gave back in his army days; fingers curled around each other's forearms and wrists. After the soap washes away the mess of the Pitt and she can breathe a bit easier, she steadies her free hand against the tiled wall.

"Everything okay?" His voice comes out muffled, concern etched into his vowels. "Just need a second." She squeezes his arm and he squeezes back. She wonders if his glasses are fogged. Samira takes another greedy gulp of steam before shutting off the water, the bathroom falling silent.

Her blue towel floats before her as Jack valiantly tries to hand it over without pulling back the shower curtain. She lets herself smile before grabbing it, dropping his grip so she can properly wrap it around herself. Once secure, she tugs back the shower curtain (a light pink flower design she fished out of a clearance bin) and comes face to face with Jack Abbot and his glasses. Fogged.

Samira Mohan is delirious. She has a new variant of the flu that will unfortunately transfer to half of the country with the lack of NIH funding they're facing. This is the only reason for her to reach out and hook her finger under the bridge of Jack's glasses, pushing them up until they're nestled into his curls and his face is free from obstruction.

Jack must've caught the flu too, because he lets her.

He guides her with a hand on her back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He forces her to sit onto her (blessedly made) bed, ignoring how Marshmallow has made himself at home on one of her pillows. "Pajamas?" She points to a dresser, letting him pick out a ratty Michigan tee that she's had for almost twenty years now, along with a pair of black shorts that he puts on the bed. Jack knows she went to Pitt for undergrad. Jack also knows her father went to Michigan on full scholarship from the Math department, a feat for an international student from India. A fact she revealed during Shen's birthday drinks while they watched the Michigan v Penn State game in a sports bar. Samira stays quiet.

"Do you need help changing?" He asks, no judgement in his voice. The shower has made her limbs temporarily stronger, so she shakes her head. "I'm going to make sure the soup is hot. I'll come back in ten." She sits there, slightly dripping in her towel with her comfort shirt next to her, and watches Jack scoop Marshmallow into his arms, murmuring about getting him dinner. Despite the steam, something chokes Samira's throat as she watches him close her bedroom door, sending her a half-grin over his shoulder.

Samira dresses slowly, one hand on her mattress to steady herself. Clothes on, she finds enough strength to dig out the cold & flu medicine under her bathroom sink, taking the medicine before trudging back to her bed. She sinks into bed, finding the phone that she had left on her bed table before her double. That should've been the first sign.

12 hours ago:

Dr. Jack Abbot ATTENDING: Racial Disparities in Neurological Surgery Outcomes.pdf

Dr. Jack Abbot ATTENDING: Methods might be helpful for your fellowship app.

10 hours ago:

Mel King: How was your double? Looking forward to pizza with Becca on Saturday!

4 hours ago:

Dr. Jack Abbot ATTENDING: Dana said you weren't feeling well after your shift. Can I pick you up anything?

3 hours ago:

Amma: Priti's wedding is in August. Can you take off 2 weeks to go to India?

1 hour ago:

Dr. Jack Abbot ATTENDING: Samira?

30 minutes ago:

Dr. Jack Abbot ATTENDING: I'm coming over.

Samira types out a quick confirmation to Mel, then "I'll have to check" to her mom. And then she stares at her chat with Jack, his final message blinking back at her. He's only seen her apartment once when he drove her home from breakfast a month ago, and he had insisted on street directions rather than GPS. He didn't have her unit number either, and it's not on her mailbox. She thinks of her emergency info in the hospital records and blinks rapidly.

He knocks at her bedroom door, gentler than he did her front. "Decent?" She nods before realizing he can't see, and makes a noise of assent. It's only when he steps through does she realize what he's wearing. Scrubs. Scrubs and it's 8pm and she worked day shift today (left an hour early when Dana forced her to) which means he was supposed to work night. But he's here.

"Were you supposed to work tonight?" She murmurs, throat too sore to raise her voice. Jack shrugs, setting down a bowl of soup on her bedside table before checking her temperature with a forehead thermometer that must've been in his go-bag. "Shen covered for me." He doesn't show her her temperature, just sets down the device and grabs the bowl. "But- Jack. You should be working. I'm fine now, you can go. I'm sure they need you." He doesn't answer, raising a spoonful of soup to her mouth, shoulders only dropping from their tense height when she swallows. "He owed me. I fed that ball of fur you call a cat, so it's your turn." She takes another spoonful, warmth spreading in her belly. Due to the soup, obviously.

"Marshmallow is a very respectable cat." She replies once her mouth finally doesn't feel like cotton. Jack snorts, leaning his knee into the mattress as he insists on standing and feeding her soup. She knows his leg must be killing him, and scoots over until he has enough room to take some weight off his prosthetic. "He's a lazy excuse for a cat. Only opened his eyes when I put his food in his bowl." She smiles as she swallows, which she immediately imagines to look horrific paired with her red rimmed eyes and snotty nose. Jack just winks.

Jack talks about the journal he sent her that she didn't get a chance to read as she eats. It's nicer than silence, makes her feel almost human again as she falls into the comforting blanket of medicine. The spoon clinks against the empty bowl and her eyes flutter open at the noise. "I'll bring you some liquids to keep by you when you sleep." He says absentmindedly, his eyes on her lips as she licks the last of the broth off. They flick down onto the empty bowl, and the bed is suddenly cold as he leaves to do exactly what he said.

When he comes back, Samira is tucked in under the covers, eyes barely open. He places a water bottle and a bottle of Gatorade on the bedstand, then steps back and crosses his arms against his chest like he's analyzing a case. "Thank you, Jack." Samira whispers. He swallows hard and nods, that ever-present stare of his on her. "Are you going back to the hospital?" She asks, suddenly not wanting him to go. To wake up and have this be a dream.

"Shen's covering. I've got the next four days off, something about working too much." She grins from her nest of warmth, knowing it's exactly something she would complain about too. Then, Samira Mohan gathers all the courage she can in her infection-torn body.

"Will you stay?"

Jack nods.

-

Samira sleeps for 13 hours. Jack counts.

He wipes down the couch and makes it his fortress, taking off his prosthetic and grabbing a nearby journal from a few months ago. He can't sleep, his body too used to this being his normal work hours. Instead, he listens to Samira's sleeping breaths and occasional snores, her bedroom door open as he insisted on.

9 hours in, his eyes flutter closed. He takes a cat nap, wary of the actual cat who stares at him from the other end of the very beaten-up couch he couldn't imagine Samira buying for herself. After a few dreamless hours, he makes tea as quiet as possible, double-checking every move and being very thankful Samira Mohan owns an electric kettle. The sun is already streaming through the living room curtains, but she's still sleeping, and he'll stay here as long as he can.

In Samira Mohan's apartment.

In the few dreams he has, he's been here in a thousand iterations. A studio with lilac walls, a four-bedroom apartment with roommates they had to keep quiet from, a house passed down from her grandparents. He's invented so many thoughts of where she lives, and even after driving her home that one time, her vanilla scent permeating his memories for days, he never imagined a cat.

She's never mentioned one. And Jack Abbot likes to consider himself a bit of an expert on Samira Mohan.

Samira's latte from Lotus Creations costs $7.49. Samira's mother calls when she's working, like she doesn't know Samira's schedule. Samira has pizza nights with Dr. King and her sister once or twice a month and always comes into shift change smiling after. Samira reads journals on anything and everything. Samira is applying for a PTMC fellowship, but also a Stanford and UIC and Washington one. Samira has a little crinkle by her eye when faced with a tough case. Samira doesn't have time for dating, which she told Parker during a rare night shift three months and five days ago.

Apparently, Samira Mohan has a white cat named Marshmallow.

That's what he's contemplating, a mug of chamomile tea growing cold in front of him, when Samira Mohan herself appears in front of him. Her curls are frizzy and encircle her head like a halo, and while Jack Abbot doesn't consider himself a poet, she makes it pretty damn easy for him to think like one. Her shirt creases match the ones on her cheek, which he hopes means she slept well. Her fingers, capable ones he's seen do thousands of procedures, fiddle with the hem of her shirt.

"You're still here." She croaks. He pushes the lukewarm tea towards her, chest loosening when she takes a sip and closes her eyes contentedly. "Told you I'd stay." He reminds her, taking the easy way out. Selfishly, he wanted as much time as he could with her like this, unguarded and willing to accept help for once. Which makes him think of the shower, and he cuts off that train of thought.

He lets her use the thermometer, satisfied when her temperature is lower than the 100.1 it was when he got here. She takes the barstool next to his, leaving them both to stare at the stove as she sips on her tea. It's time for her to take another dose of medicine, but the silence feels sacred.

Until Marshmallow jumps into his lap.

Jack jolts, age old reflexes keeping his knee from jerking against the counter. Samira just laughs, reaching over to scratch the cat behind the ears. Her hand is six inches above Jack's lap, something he never thought would happen, nevermind the cat in the way.

"Never told me you had a cat." Is the first thing that comes to his mind. Samira hums, scratching Marshmallow under the chin now. "It felt like a cliche." She answers. Jack's brows furrow as he turns his head towards her, tired of ignoring the magnetic pull of her smile. "Of what, exactly?" Samira drops her hand to go back to her tea, and for once Jack and Marshmallow are on the same side of disappointment. "Single workaholic woman gets a cat so she has someone to come back to at the end of her day. Pretty sure that's in a 2000s movie somewhere." He knew, in some remote way, that Samira was like him. That the job wasn't just the job but a lifeline, some portal to transform old wrongs into new rights. But it's different to watch her be embarrassed by it, to see her cheeks warm and a little cough emit from her throat that he's sure wasn't there five seconds ago.

"It's your day off, Abbot. You should go home. I'm fine now." She spits it out like a script, someone puppeteering her from behind. The switch from Jack to Abbot is another shot to the heart, but he powers through. Despite himself (and the memories of the evil cat his mother had until it died at age 15, the bastard), Jack pets Marshmallow. The thing purrs, and he can't help but think about the ghost of his ex-wife exclaiming in excitement that he's finally showing care for a living thing with four legs. He watches, always watching, as Samira tucks a curl behind her ear and locks eyes with his hand petting her cat.

He can't even think about that sentiment either.

"You're not cured overnight, Samira. IV fluids and observation." Her brows furrow as her finger traces a circle around the lip of her mug. "So what, you're going to stay here for however long it takes for me to get better? Be serious." He is serious, but she doesn't know that. For how intelligent (and capable and beautiful and strong and-) she is, it's clear she doesn't feel the same sense of knowing he does. He can tell when she enters a trauma room by the snap of her gloves or when she's two hours past when she's supposed to clock out by the tilt of the clip in her hair. Jack Abbot knows Samira Mohan. And that's enough. It's fine if she doesn't know him back. He can take that. Deal with it like the laundry list of things his therapist has written down in that green notebook of his. It's fine.

(It hasn't been fine for a year now).

"I need to make sure my best resident lives to see another day." An evasion, but he keeps his eyes on her face so it's not obvious how much he cannot answer her question. Her brows furrow and that crinkle near her eye comes out again.

"Jack." Samira Mohan doesn't plead. She defends to Robby or she calmly explains to a patient or she argues with a resident who would rather call a Pysch consult than ask what chemicals an overworked immigrant mom deals with at her manufacturing job. She doesn't plead, but something in those brown eyes of hers is pleading.

"Samira." Jack turns his body on the barstool and she mirrors him, their knees scraping against each other. "You wouldn't stay four days just because I'm sick. Say it." He can't. He's never lied to her and he won't start now. "I would. I am, if you'll let me." She stutters over whatever response she was going to give, then sneezes rapidly into the crook of her elbow. Jack moves to grab a tissue, but she stops him with a hand on his knee. The knee connected to a full leg, where the weighty warmth of her is overwhelming to the point of full mental disfunction.

"Why?" She asks, small. So unlike herself.

"Because I want to, Samira. There's nowhere else I'd rather be." It's a bit too much. He's going to scare her and then realize these were all veiled attempts to get him to leave, not the curtain on his feelings slowly being pulled back. "You don't have anything better to do? Anyone waiting and wondering why the hell you're here with-" She cuts herself off, but the last word was clear. Me. Here with me. Her hand drops from his knee.

"There's no one else waiting for me, Samira." Her nostrils flare at the word 'else'. She swallows hard, and he's proud to notice it goes down easier now that she's had some fluids and meds and rest under his care.

"Ask me, Samira." She blinks twice, then meets his gaze.

"Why do you send me journals at 2am? Why do you get me a latte, when I know that stupid overpriced place is ten minutes out of your way to work? Why did you have Shen cover?" It's his turn to initiate contact. To toe the line, to run his thumb over the skin stretched tight on her knuckle as she grips her mug hard.

"Sometimes, after a long shift when I'm staring at my ceiling fan, I'll open up my voicemail. Then I click on Samira Mohan from January 12th, 2 minutes and 38 seconds. I knock out within a minute, right after you switch from reframing patient satisfaction methods to asking if we can get breakfast again, because those French toast cinnamon rolls looked really good, but you didn't want to pay $25 for a bad meal after losing ten patients in that black ice MCI. And then you apologize for overstepping, and I go to sleep dreaming of how many French toast cinnamon rolls I would buy you before you'd stop me. I think you'd draw the line at seven, but I'd happily lose that bet."

He's been focused on her hand this whole time, watching it tense under the sweeping motions of his thumb. When he finds her face, inevitably drawn as always, her eyes are watery and she's shaking slightly. "Samira, honey. I can go if I've read this wrong and we never have to bring this up again. I'll be okay." She shakes her sternly like she's correcting a biased intern.

"Jack Abbot, don't you dare go." Her hands go to the waistband of his scrubs and she yanks gently until he stands in the cradle of her thighs, one hand sweeping the skin under eye and the other cradling her jaw. "Is this okay?" He murmurs, grinning to himself when she nods again. "I want to kiss you, but I don't want to get you sick." She admits, eyes wide like she's stunned by her own admission.

Jack makes the decision for her.

She opens immediately for him, warm and pliant as he tilts her head up slightly. Samira sighs a little into his mouth and a shudder carves its way into his heart, marking the memory in stone. She tastes like chamomile and sleep and the mint of the toothpaste he saw in her bathroom. Her hands fist his scrubs to pull him closer, and Jack eagerly ignores the strain in his neck. It's starts hot and impatient, months years of yearning spilling into her mouth like honey, golden and sticky. He wills himself to calm down as she chases to catch up, pulling back slightly to give little pecks. Jack catches her bottom lip and pulls it down before releasing, doing it again when Samira whimpers sweetly.

"I can't dehydrate you." He warns as he leaves her lips, kissing her cheek and running his nose along the length of her jaw. "Run me an IV and it won't be a problem." She debates, letting him laugh into the crook of her neck. Jack kisses the smooth brown skin there, smiling when she hisses in shock.

"Let me take care of you." He grips her jaw with two fingers to make his intention clear. Samira tenses, ready to defend like the knight she is, but then suddenly softens in his grip.

"Okay."

"Okay."

Marshmallow meows his agreement from the ground somewhere, and that's that.

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House and wilson as vets? (House md prompt)

“need a consult,” house said, swinging open the exam room door. a large labrador retriever bounced out of the exam room and into the large treatment area.

wilson huffed out a sigh. “i’ll bring jack right back to you. i’m sure he’s just excitedly saying hi to the team.”

the owner said something house couldn’t hear, and house innocently batted his eyelashes at wilson as wilson pushed past him with a scowl.

“i was in the middle of telling her that jack was in remission. what consult could you possibly need that couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” wilson asked, nodding to one of the techs to take the lab back into the exam room. “tell mrs. lawson i’ll be right back in with her.”

house held up a crate with an animal inside. “oncology consult.”

wilson ducked his head to glance inside the crate, spying the brown and black ferret. “it’s a ferret, they’re known for developing tumors. low insulin or are the lymph nodes swollen?”

reaching into the crate, house snagged the ferret and plopped it onto wilson’s shoulder. “you tell me.”

wilson rolled his eyes. “you’re the exotic vet.”

“and yet you’re the one with the speciality in oncology. i defer to you.” house started to walk away.

“you just enjoy dumping your cases on me,” wilson accused, falling into step with house and bringing the ferret in close to his chest. “peripheral lymph nodes are swollen. lymphoma.”

house tilted his head, flashing wilson a smug little grin. “see? you can diagnose exotic pets.”

rolling his eyes, wilson gently placed the ferret back into the crate and handed it back to house. “grade and stage it, and i’ll do chemo.”

“knew you would,” house said smugly, veering off in the direction of radiology.

wilson scoffed. “oh really?”

turning back to wilson, house flashed him a dramatic wink. “you never say no to me.”

[valve3nthusiast]

(I've talked about Drift fucking crystals before right? Like there's no way that I haven't at least once right?)

How it all starts, of course, is with Rodimus making dirty jokes about some of the more... suspiciously shaped crystals in his collections, which Drift scolds him for. None of his crystals would be used like that! It's disrespectful!

Drift definitely doesn't spend the next couple of weeks staring at the ceiling of his room, furiously jacking off, while carefully avoiding looking at his collection. Or even thinking about it. Absolutely not. (Damn it, Rodimus)

So when he's next at an alien market and perusing the crystals and gemstones section, he definitely has no ulterior motive for buying an absurdly large harmonic quartz suspiciously cut and polished into the shape of a textured spike. Complete coincidence. (Listen, it was a really high-quality quartz for dirt cheap, he had to take that deal, ignore his bank account numbers)

And Drift is simply making a smart and tactical decision when he hides it in his subspace until he gets back to his room. Rodimus would probably never shut up about it, and maybe even steal it to try and do... lewd... acts with it! Truly, he is just looking out for the safety and dignity of all involved. Minimus would be proud

It's just... curiosity, that makes him take out the new quartz before he starts... "tending to himself," so he can compare it to his spike... only to see if it actually is that phallic!

The harmonic quartz is certainly pretty, shimmering with many vibrant colors. And large. And thick. And at the base of the center pillar, there are still some small crystalline formations, lovely and polished to a shine, but decently sharp enough to make you want to keep them away from anything... sensitive

A healthy dose of self-delusion really can't cover for the fact that once Drift realizes the crystal is so generously proportioned that it's nearly twice as big as his spike, his valve starts dripping. Any internal justifications of "academic interest" or "morbid curiosity" can't cover for the way he's now rubbing the blunt tip of the quartz across his glowing node and flushed valve folds

And, all right... maybe... he's been thinking about this more than he should. Maybe, getting it out of his system would make him stop. Maybe putting that blunt, unyielding crystal into his valve won't feel good at all, and he won't lie awake thinking about it anymore, so he should just put it in and be done with it-

Drift's loud moan shatters both the silence of his room and his hopes of not enjoying this, as he forces the massive crystal past the first caliper of his valve. It's somehow nothing like a spike, and yet better, his valve desperately clenching around the too-large quartz. The burn of his first caliper squeezing down on its unyielding, solid mass is exquisite. (It's possible there are some other things he has been avoiding admitting to himself, every time an injury made him revved up with charge that he did his best to ignore)

And, well. Maybe once Drift's collected himself, he ends up staring at the ceiling again, thinking about the empty ache in the rest of his valve, and the sunk cost fallacy, and how the rest of the crystal might feel if this is just the tip, and the merits of literally just saying "fuck it."

So he does. Fuck it, I mean. Vigorously, with great enthusiasm and some mild self-injury. His needy little valve was designed take the softer living metal of a spike, or something similar. The hard quartz he's forcing his valve open with is nothing like that at all. The sweet thrill of pain lights up his array with more charge than he ever really wants to self-reflect on

If Drift could even hear himself right now, he'd probably be embarrassed by the noises he's making. The aching burn of each new caliper he harshly pushes through has him moaning like a virgin taking their first spike. But he's too distracted by how fragging full he feels, one hand brutally pistoning the quartz into his abused valve, the other furiously rubbing circles on his anterior node

Fragging hell, when he finally manages to force the whole thing inside of him and grind the fat, blunt tip into his ceiling node, he shrieks like he's being fragging murdered, and accidentally overloads himself into unconsciousness

As Drift wakes up the next morning, still aching around the crystal he didn’t have the chance to pull out, valve lips scratched and bleeding from the rough edges at the base of his new favorite false spike, he looks at the ceiling and thinks: maybe I should start a new crystal collection...

(and, oh primus, if I get an infection from this, no one is ever going to let me live it down)

[hannahmanderr]

the TUE timeline is a paradox

as in so much a paradox that it never should have been a possible timeline in the first place. the kind of "accidentally-kill-your-own-grandmother" type paradox. it's the kind of thing that is so extremely obvious in hindsight but i rarely ever see talked about, so here i am, talking about it, bc it's fascinating and i can't stop thinking about it.

we kind of have to work our way backwards to really see the series of cause-and-effects that set the TUE timeline into motion. going in reverse order, this is the initial series of events that happens to set the TUE timeline into motion, before Clockwork's intervention:

Dark Danny/Dan/Phantom/whatever you call him is created from the fusion of Vlad and Danny's ghost halves

Danny is either sent or chooses to go live with Vlad after the death of his family and friends

Jack, Maddie, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Mr. Lancer are all killed due to the explosion of an overheating vat of Nasty Sauce. it is unknown where Danny is

Danny cheating on the CAT prompts Mr. Lancer to call Jack and Maddie and have them meet him at the Nasty Burger to discuss things

Danny cheats on the CAT, using a packet containing the test answers

that list leaves a lot to be desired. it seems straightforward enough, but there are a lot of plot holes that are strangely unanswered. how did Danny get the test answers to cheat in the first place? why would Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Danny all be at the Nasty Burger when it explodes, when Mr. Lancer only called Jack and Maddie? what even caused the Nasty Burger to be damaged and the vat to start overheating?

yes, it could all be explained away by "something else happened to cause all that" but the circumstances are so strangely specific that chalking it all up to a shrug-and-walk-away thing completely undermines the entire story in the first place.

the general idea that the episode clearly wants us to take away by the end is that Danny cheating on the CAT causes the bad future. thus, Danny not cheating on the CAT averts it. the episode achieves this extremely well, in fact; for the past nearly 20 years since its premiere, that's what fans have generally taken from this episode.

let me state that again, just to be explicitly clear: this episode wants us to understand that the key event in causing the bad future is Danny cheating on the test

now, that being said, let's list out the series of key events that leads to the bad future as we see them play out from Clockwork and the Observants' perspective. again, we'll go in reverse order to see the causes and effects, but this time we'll start with the explosion itself since we know how the story really ends:

Jack, Maddie, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Mr. Lancer are all killed when the vat of Nasty Sauce they are gagged and bound to explodes, with Danny witnessing this firsthand

Danny cheating on the CAT prompts Mr. Lancer to call Jack and Maddie and have them meet him at the Nasty Burger to discuss things

Danny cheats on the CAT, using a packet containing the test answers

The Nasty Burger is pushed into a further state of disrepair when Danny fights SkulkTech 9.9. this also puts the heating node into close contact with the vat of Nasty Sauce

SkulkTech 9.9 is sent by Clockwork to distract Danny from looking at the CAT test answers

Danny accidentally obtains the CAT test answers when he is thrown back from the force of an explosion at the Nasty Burger while fighting Box Lunch

Clockwork brings Box Lunch to the present to fight Danny

notice how in that list, Danny cheating is not the inciting incident. if the true cause of the bad future was actually Danny cheating on the test, then it would follow that it should be the last event on that list, making it the first event in the series of dominoes, so to speak. even more importantly...

Danny doesn't even have the means to cheat before Clockwork begins intervening.

in fact, it's only because of Clockwork's initial intervention that Danny even obtains the test answers in the first place. for Danny, cheating was never even an option on the table until then. in other words, had Clockwork never intervened, then the bad future would never have been possible to begin with. the entire premise is a paradox, and Dark Danny's timeline should never have existed in the first place.

of course, this raises as many questions as it answers. why did the Observants see this as Danny's future in the first place? why did they also not go after Vlad for being, quite literally, half the reason Dark Danny exists (as i question in this post here)? what on earth is Clockwork playing at, deliberately setting the events of the TUE timeline into motion only to purposefully reverse the deaths of Danny's friends and family in the end?

there are so many theories and possibilities people can run with, given those questions, so i'll leave it to you to tell me in the notes what you think hehe

personally i use it as fodder for my "becoming Ghost King is Danny's ultimate destiny" conspiracy theory, but that's a post for another day :P