#Jimmy Lanik

[bullet-prooflove]

Sleep don't come easy

Him - Jimmy has a reason to hate your supervisor.

Fault - Jimmy realises he's at fault. - Companion piece to Him.

Wishes - Jimmy wishes he could fix it all for you. Companion Piece to Him and Fault.

Life Changes - You make a decision in the aftermath of the investigation. Companion Piece to Him and Fault and Wishes .

You don’t sleep the night you quit your job. Jimmy wakes up at four in the morning to find himself in bed alone, your side of the bed empty. He finds you still sitting at the kitchen table where he left you six hours ago, the same empty cup resting alongside you.

“Honey.” He murmurs as he leans against the doorframe, his dark hair falling across his forehead. “Come to bed.”

“I just need to…”

“Anita.” He says softly. “You’re spiralling.”

You look up then, your eyebrows furrowing as you review your own behaviour over the past few hours.

Hyper focus – check

Losing time – check

Lack of self-awareness -  check

“Fuck.” You say simply and the edges of Jimmy’s mouth tip up because you don’t swear, not usually.

“Come to bed.” He says again, tilting his head back towards the bedroom. “Let me hold you a little.”

You raise to your feet and you can feel the stiffness in your body. The exhaustion hits you like a wave, you feel tired, nauseous, overwhelmed. Jimmy must see it in you because he steps into the kitchen, fingers entwining with yours as he guides you into the bedroom. He undresses you with light, gentle hands before he picks up one of his t-shirts and helps you into it.

The scent of him clings to it and you can feel yourself start to relax as his palms come to rest on your shoulders grounding you.

“We’re gonna get through this.” He tells you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “We’re in this together you and I, no matter what.”

Love Jimmy? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

@Annieradcliffe @infinity-mars @elizabeththebat @thebejeweledwatercat

[bulletproof-love-replies]

The Schedule

Hey guys,

I thought you might like some insight into the schedule of fics that are coming up. This is subject to change depending on what pieces I write as the weeks go on.

Here is the link so that you guys can get a preview

[pushupcontest]

Chicago Med Group Chat

Pt. 7: Connor’s phone

Mental illness specialist or wtvr: Daniel

Pepper spray girl: Sarah

Unknown number 1: Elsa 

Unknown number 2: Lanik

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): Noah

Attending: Latham 

Will (can’t fucking spell): guys i hav good new. I have leaenee how to spell (sorta!)

Unknown number 1: Yeah, thanks to me. You are all very welcome by the way. 

Nat: You are fired. He still can’t spell. 

Maggie: Is someone jealous? ;)

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: Hey Sarah ;)

Nat: No, not jealous at all.

Pepper spray girl: Heyyy :)))

April: Elsa, you should have taught him better. Also Nat, you are definitely jealous!

Ms. Goodwin: 🤣

Me💰: who’s pepper spray girl?

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: what are you talking about?

Unknown number 1: You don’t need to be jealous, Natalie. Will is not my type. At all.

Unknown number 2: He better not be…

Me💰: 1 of my contacts says pepper spray girl but idk who that is

Ethan: Oh. That might be my fault.

Will (can’t fucking spell): HEY! Wtf elsea???

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): Ohh yeah i remember when sarah did that lmao

Pepper spray girl: …

Mental illness specialist or wtvr: You guys need to be more sensitive. 

Ms. Goodwin: Maggie, the idea you had yesterday really impressed the board. You are the best head nurse!

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): But she’s the only head nurse

Ms. Goodwin: 🤣

Me💰: ethan did you change my contacts last night at the bar???

Ethan: I might’ve. 

Pepper spray girl: fuck you ethan

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: 🔪

Maybe: Sam Abrams: …

Maybe: Jay Halstead: I’m so confused right now… 

Maggie: Thank you, Sharon!

April: Ethan, you were at a bar last night???? You told me you couldn’t help take care of Vincent because you were working?

Ethan: Oops

April: Oops? That’s all you have to say?

Unknown number 2: You guys have a kid???

Maybe: Sam Abrams: You guys talk too much, I’m muting this.

April: No, Vincent is Ethan’s sister's kid.

Unknown number 2: Ethan has a sister???

Ethan: Sorry April, but I already see Emily too often now that she volunteers at the hospital.

April: Ethan, you are so irresponsible. 

Me💰: wait i was so confused about the contact that i forgot to acknowledge the fact that you sent a winky face to sarah???

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: yeah…

Pepper spray girl: ;)

Maggie: ;)

Ethan: And you are so critical. How can you blame me for not wanting to spend time with my sister who literally stole drugs from the hospital???

Pepper spray girl: emily did what????

Ms. Goodwin: Ethan, I think you, Emily, and I need to have a little chat��� 

Unknown number 1: Why am I not surprised? 

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): Omgg drammmaaaa

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): Someone’s abt to get fired

April: Noah, you should not be laughing at such a serious situation. 

Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???): No

Me💰: not to interrupt whatever this is but ava??? are you flirting with sarah?

Avey ❤️❤️❤️: yes

Ethan: What the hell, April?? Emily and I might lose our jobs because of you.

Me💰: you’re a crazy bitch we’re over

You have changed Avey ❤️❤️❤️ to Crazy bitch

You have changed Pepper spray girl to Pepper spray girl (ava’s crush)

You have changed Dude who won’t stfu (maybe ava’s crush???) to Dude who won’t stfu (noah)

Crazy bitch: rot. in. hell!!!

Ethan: We’re over too, April

April: Fine, as long as I get your sister in the breakup.

Unknown number 1: And we’re over too, Lanik.

Unknown number 2: What????

Unknown number 1: Jk ;)

Unknown number 2: … Attending: I hope this breakup doesn’t impede you two from acting professionally during surgery.

[annieradcliff]

Worry

@bullet-prooflove  @daniacat  @cosmic-psychickitty

“What were you doing out there? It’s minus 10 degrees!” Lanik snapped gruffly, placing his stethoscope over your heart and lungs, listening intently. Even though he wasn’t the doctor assigned to your case given his relationship with you, that didn’t stop him from checking you out himself to make sure you were all right.

Of course, he knew the reason you were outside on Med’s 10th floor balcony, especially after the horrible day you’ve had - the coldest day of a typical Chicago winter not much of a deterrent for you. The court decided against your petition in the case you had so carefully constructed over the past month and that decision had shattered you. It sent you reeling the way it always did in social services when your client was a child in need of your advocacy. Despite all your efforts and late nights working up a plan, the matter was concluded with the stroke of a pen and the strike of the gavel.

Now you found yourself in a hospital bed recovering from hypothermia. You looked up at Jimmy who was avoiding eye contact as he made adjustments to the multiple leads and tubes connected to you.

“Jimmy, after everything that happened today, I just … needed a moment alone. To contemplate.”

His gaze finally fell on you. The concern was definitely there, but so was a fair amount of anger.

“Contemplate what exactly?” he said a bit gruffly, as he busied himself with checking the output monitor dials. He knew he’d find everything in place and in perfect working order, but he was trying to suppress the crushing anxiety he felt by keeping himself occupied. He was on the verge of being overwhelmed at how close he came to losing you today. When you’d been brought inside and taken to the ED, you were in hypothermia and bradycardic. And he felt powerless in the face of it and he hated that. He had to watch helplessly from outside the trauma bay as the ED team worked hard to get your vitals and core temperature stabilized.

You could see the spiral of worry in him and decided it was time to snap him out of this before he went further down the rabbit hole of “what ifs”.

“Well, Jimmy – if you must know, I was contemplating the universe and my place in it.”

That response caught him off guard as you expected it would. He looked hard at you for moment and you couldn’t resist an impish glint when you locked eyes with him.  He knew what you were doing and it amazed him again how well you knew him.

“Well, did you find it – your place in the universe?” his tone softened and lost the harshness from earlier.

“Not out there on the balcony today – but I’m sure I’ll find it with you.”

He smiled, shaking his head slightly before reaching out and taking your hand. “You scared the hell out of me today, Y/N.” he said quietly.

You interlaced your fingers with his. “I know and I’m so sorry. After everything that happened at the courthouse, I wanted a moment alone. It didn’t feel that cold when I first went out there. Time got away from me ...”

He sighed deeply, the whole of the traumatic events finally pouring out of him. He looked down at you, his expressive eyes reflecting his love for you.

“Please come find me whenever it gets that bad, okay? Don’t carry that burden alone. I’m here. Always.”

[connorshalstead]

James Lanik Headcanons

Tw’s for self-harm and mental illnesses, stay safe. Ily guys very much.

James was an outcast from a very young age

He’s left-handed

And left footed so he struggles with that

He LOVES rock music

Not hard rock though.

He never exactly “fit in” anywhere, not school, not sports, not church, nowhere, really

He was raised extremely strictly catholic

As he grew up more, he lost his way in his religion, feeling helpless and horrible about how he felt, he fell into the habit of self-harm and severe OCD

It overtook his life for over 4 years, forcing him to take a break from school, despite his mothers wishes

After his break, he stayed clean from 11th grade to his med school graduation

He was also diagnosed with severe ADHD durning this time

He graduated with an associate’s degree in medical science and went to med school as soon as he left school

Went to med school back in his home city to be with his mother while his aunt battled leukemia

During that, he grew extremely close with his aunt, and when she died he went into an extreme depression right after graduating med school

Due to circumstances, he relapsed after all this happened

He stopped applying for jobs after she died, until he got an offer to the New York Children’s Hospital

He couldn’t handle the pressure of taking care of such young children that he quit after a year

That’s when he transferred to med

Med wasn’t a help to his mental health, with everything that went on there, it was such a culture shock from the children’s hospital, that he felt he had to have a complete 180° personality change.

He hid his OCD and depression from everyone with anger and self-absorption. Coming off as your everyday average prick to everyone he met

One day he finally broke down in the doctor’s lounge and Will found him and made sure he didn’t have a panic attack

They’ve been close ever since, despite pretending to still hate him

They even go out for drinks pretty often and they often stay in close touch after work as well

Dr. Charles helped him find a therapist and he’s slowly getting better, despite his compulsions

He has a severe hand washing and skin picking compulsion, he’s made himself bleed several times from it, and of course, Will’s caught him more times than they can both count

Will makes him wear gloves more often to help with his compulsions

“James, stop.” Is the phrase he hears most often from his friends/coworkers when he’s picking at his skin/hands

He’s seeing Dr. Charles for his OCD right now, and he thinks it’s not helping, but he’s making progress

His hands are soft, despite all his scabs/scars from his OCD

Dr. Charles’ full diagnosis for him is Depression, OCD, Anxiety, Panic Disorder, and ADHD

He’s a big self critic, he never thinks he’s above anyone, even most of the med students he sees something better than himself in them

Will and the rest of his colleagues always hype him up and remind him how good of a doctor he really is

He often finds himself being the voice of reason between Ethan and Will

Before Sarah left, he wanted to try and befriend her, he saw a lot of himself in her.

He tried to find even ground with Connor, but could never make it happen

And with the support of his friends, he’s mostly clean and slowly recovering from his OCD

I may update this as I come up with more. :)

[proceduralpassion]

Did I just hear the name Dr. Lanik?!!

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

trustfall by p!nk is one of my favorite songs rn and i think imma do an x reader songfic for a chicago med lad. i’ll let y’all guess

[kitweewoos]

🖌

Pillow and lanik??

he just needs a nap, i think

[prompt a moodboard]

[neworleansspecial]

The Patient (Space Outlaw AU)

Summary: Crockett wakes up in the hold of a spaceship belonging to six fugitives, who abducted him because one of them needs medical attention.

Warnings: Blood/Injury, Medical, Threats, Mild Violence, Kidnapping

WC: 4.1k | AO3

“Shut up, he’s awake.”

The voice is feminine and humanoid, with a familiarly soft intonation behind the words. Still, Crockett knows he’s been spotted as awakening already, so he sees no point in pretending otherwise. His vision swims and sparkles when his eyes first open. Slowly, the kaleidoscopic view sharpens into a young woman’s face.

“And? He’s a witness and we’ll kill him when we’re done no matter what.”

This second voice is also feminine and humanoid, but with a different accent and a crisp sense of finality, proving his life as inconsequential to her as her words would seem to imply. Crockett can’t see this speaker, so he instead continues to focus on the first.

“Glad you’re awake, Doctor,” she says, fussing with a blanket draped over his midsection, too small to be of much actual use. “I’m sorry about the… well. I suggested we just hire a doctor, but what do I know? Sexton, by the way.”

Sexton extends her hand for Crockett to shake. “Marcel,” he replies. “You suggested hiring someone, but I don’t recall any paperwork, so I take it this is an emergency?”

“You’re surprisingly calm,” the second voice says.

When it does, Sexton’s head whips around, and Crockett follows her gaze to another woman, this one with no engine grease on her coat or dirt beneath her nails. “Would you prefer it if we had to Yeller another doctor because they weren’t?”

“No.” She comes forward into the light now, and crouches in front of Crockett. Sexton is seated, shooter idle in her hands but armed, and appears less of a threat than the other woman. “We don’t have the time. It’s just weird.”

Inch by inch, she takes in Crockett’s entire body. Every speck of dirt and dust caked into his shoes, the trail of dried blood down his face from the abduction he doesn’t remember, and each individual eyelash is studied with a surgical precision.

“What did you do before medicine?

Crockett smiles at her. “Used to just study it. Then I got a license to practice.”

She doesn’t find this amusing, and stands up to better kick him in the ribs. Without waiting for the pain to subside, she grabs one of his arms to pull him upright. Sexton takes the other and, between the two of them, they find themselves able to prop Crockett up in a standing position and mostly drag him away from what he determines must be the hold of whatever ship they’re in. There’s no point in struggling, but he chooses to go limp and force them to exert the energy to carry a rag doll of a man to the poor bastard Crockett is presumably here to treat.

"I'll let you lovely ladies know I'm no use to you dead," he drawls out. "Whatever's wrong with your friend, it's bad enough that you kidnapped someone."

"Threatening us?" The second speaker asks. "Hear that, April?"

Crockett recognizes the name together. April Sexton has a bounty on her head so high he could afford to stop working overtime. Last he checked, it was all sorts of things- treason, arson, murder, reckless endangerment, desertion, etcetera.

"120 is no small sum," he adds.

Sexton almost doesn't acknowledge it. "Small for this crew."

Finally, the second woman meets Crockett's eyes. "Ava Bekker. It's your pleasure to meet me. I've been on so many wanted posters I should start collecting royalties. And if anything, and I mean anything, happens to Connor, it's your ass on the line."

“Connor would be the patient, then?”

Bekker doesn’t respond to him. Her bounty is even higher, and he’s heard of her. Most people have these days, even if her face is harder to come by. His attention skitters down to the utility belt around her hips. Maybe he’ll have the opportunity to take something from it later, just as a last resort because this has been nothing but ugly thus far, and he has no confidence it’ll improve.

She drops him outside a door with a keypad, leaving April to barely keep him from collapsing completely. If he were a patient at his own hospital, he’d be running a gamut of tests for all the potential injuries. The head wound alone is enough to worry. He can’t allow it to make him a liability to these mercs, however, so he struggles to support his own body weight with the help of the wall. Bekker keys in the code too fast for him to memorize.

“He’s in here.”

Crockett is ushered forward between the two women to see the patient. Connor is a lean built man, Earth-Moon pale with blood loss on the sheets around him, and dark hair that looks like it’s been long weeks in need of a trim. The blood doesn’t look all fresh; mostly it has gone maroon pitched closer to brown and crackling on the sheets under him, turning redder and glossier the closer it gets to the actual injury on the lower right quadrant of his abdomen. No part of him is dry, though, as the places the blood doesn’t reach have turned tacky with sweat.

“How long has he been bleeding?” Crockett asks. “And why is he like this? Let- We’ll need to get him off this mess. Get him cleaned up, and then I can look at it better. Is he hurt anywhere else?”

He reaches for Connor, but Bekker grabs his arm before he makes contact. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to check on him, ma’am, like you asked. Can we get him clean, please?”

Sexton ducks out of the room to yell down the hallway while Bekker picks Connor up. She’s much gentler with him than she had been with Crockett, but still more or less fails to keep his limbs from hitting the door frame as she drags him into a small ensuite. He groans when she plops him into the bathtub.

“He got stabbed a couple days ago. He said he was fine at first, but then he wasn’t getting up, and he’s feverish.”

“Hmm.” Crockett adjusts Connor’s position to something more comfortable before Bekker throws a washcloth at him, presumably with which to clean Connor up. “Humanoid…?”

“In a sense. He got a little freaky’d in the tube.”

Crockett glances up at her. “Do you have alcohol? The higher content, the better. What does that mean? I need to know what I’m dealing with here.”

A plastic bottle hits the back of his head and makes bile rise in his throat. Fireworks dazzle his vision again. He fumbles blindly for it until he’s able to identify the label. Isopropyl. He rinses his hands to the best of his ability before he soaks the washcloth to clean Connor up.

“He’s a Rhodes, if that means anything to you. Couple minor mutations, but human for what it’s worth.” The door opens and shuts loudly from the main room. “That’ll be April changing the sheets. Done yet?”

“Nearly. Does he have…” Crockett gestures vaguely with one hand as he checks Connor for any other injuries in need of attending. “Surely he owns a pair of pants.”

She pauses for a moment. “Are you distracted, Doctor?”

It isn’t nudity interrupting his focus, but something in the razor sharp edge of her voice makes it clear he has to impress that fact upon her. His life depends on it. “Not at all, but the wound is above the waist, and I try to respect my patients’ privacy.” He holds out the washcloth and Bekker replaces it with a clean one for him to resoak. “I’ll need supplies. Gloves Antibac. And he’s going to want painkillers when he starts coming around, I guarantee it. And this probably needs stitches.”

“Kit’s by the bed.”

He shortly finishes up cleaning away the blood he can and inspects the wound closer under the bathroom fluorescents. There’s no obvious foreign contaminants when he tugs lightly at the undamaged skin a few inches away, and the tissue looks swollen and irritated, but not necrotic. It’s most likely an infection, which he might treat with intravenous medication at his hospital, but will be unable to here. He finishes his brief examination and gets out of the way for Bekker to lift Connor from the tub, bringing him to the doorway back to the main room so Sexton can help get him onto the bed. The sheets have been remade with crisp hospital corners.

“How many others are on board?” he asks.

“Three,” Sexton tells him. “Reese, Choi, and Captain Lanik.”

Bekker snorts. “Captain.”

Crockett retrieves the kit from bin next to the bed frame and thankfully finds individually wrapped gloves. It must be his personal emergency kit, not a ship first-aid supply. “The injury, he was stabbed?”

“Yep.” She reaches into her utility belt and opens a pouch to produce a knife, which she waves in front of his face. “Three inch laceration, about two inches in depth.” It still smells like blood. “Took it at a fifty degree angle into the abdomen. It looked like a light switch.”

The image paints behind Crockett’s eyes vividly. “I see.” This prompts her to put the knife away, giving him the opportunity to dig through the kit for the needle and thread. Both are kept in sealed sterile packages like the gloves. He takes an alcohol wipe to give the area one last sterilization before stitching.

He has stitched up hundreds of patients with various species and planets of origins, and his hands have been steady for every knot of his career up until this point. Now, he notices a slight tremor when he pinches together the edges of the wound.

“Steady now,” Bekker says behind him.

While Crockett hears Sexton say something in response, he isn’t actually listening. The cut takes nearly a dozen tiny, precise knots to sew shut. He finds no sharps container, so he returns the needle to the remains of its packaging for now and gets a packet of antibac. He cracks the seal above the stitches and allows the serum to drip like honey along the row. It forms a greasy film, which Crockett then covers with a bandage square taped in place.

“That’ll need to be attended to frequently. He needs more care than I can give him here- antibiotics, for one, and I’d want scans to make sure-”

“That won’t be necessary at this time,” Bekker corrects.

At that he nods. “Next best thing is to keep me alive. If you had the know-how on your crew, I wouldn’t be here. So let’s play nice, if we can.”

“I like nice,” she says. “I can be real nice, right April?”

Sexton offers Crockett a hand to his feet. He discards his gloves and takes it, but still requires a fair amount of support to stay standing. Bekker walks out of the room a step behind them, hand poised at her belt.

“You should meet Captain Lanik.”

“Jimmyyyy!” Bekker calls in a sing-song voice behind them. “Wanna meet the doctor?”

Her antics make Sexton shake her head, but there’s a quirk of a smile on her lips as they traverse to what Crockett can only assume to be the navigation room. Unlike Connor’s sickbed, this room has no keypad, and the door is kept half-open with the creep of rust along its tract to prove that it hasn’t moved in some time. He touches it as they squeeze through.

Another dark haired man, shorter than Connor, sits atop a powered-down map table. Half of a granola bar hangs from his lips, forgotten, though not for the distraction of their entrance; he had glanced up, seen Sexton, and returned his attention to the tablet in his hand.

“Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.”

Jimmy Lanik takes the bar from his mouth and sets it on his knee. “Ava. Doctor, report?”

“I’m sorry?” Crockett says.

For the first time since they walked in, Lanik looks at him. In his life, Crockett has treated his fair share of mercs and criminals too, and some of them have this look in their eyes. Rather, it’s a lack thereof, where even when overheads shine sharp reflective bars off their eyes, there’s no real light behind them. It’s just blank. Lanik’s eyes aren’t like that, but there’s still something cold nestled there. A man with nothing to lose is dangerous, but a man with something poses a far bigger threat.

“Report. Surely you have to inform your colleagues on the status of your patients at shift change?”

A scoff escapes Crockett before he can help it. “Well, uh, he had a days-old likely infected wound upon presentation. We cleaned him up and changed his bedding. He received eleven stitches, antibac, and a bandage. I would’ve liked to do more, but the resources are limited.”

“Sure. He’s stable?”

Crockett nods.

“Excellent. What does he need?”

“I’d like an IV,” Crockett starts, counting off on his fingers. “He’s more than likely dehydrated, and the fever says infection, so fluids and a broad spectrum antibiotic. April Sexton and Ava Bekker are on this ship, so I have to assume there’s narcotics on board, which he could benefit from when he starts coming around.”

Bekker turns to him. “Care to elaborate?”

“No.” He steps back as far as Sexton’s hold on him allows. “I don’t have anything else to say on the matter.”

“Ave,” Lanik warns. “Don’t. Would you and Sarah go on the supply run?”

“I’d rather shoot myself in the stomach than leave him unattended.”

Crockett notes that neither Sexton nor Lanik correct the fact that even if she were to leave with Sarah--Reese, he has to assume, who was wanted for eighteen murders the last time he checked--there would still be three conscious members of the crew present. In lieu of a correction, Sexton stands up straighter and nudges Crockett to lean against a stack of crates. “I’ll take Choi, it’s really no problem.”

Another bite of his granola bar later, Lanik nods. “Good idea. I’ll set the course and we’ll land on the start of the next cycle. Dismissed.”

“You don’t decide when I’m dismissed,” Bekker snaps.

She still walks out right after Sexton, leaving Crockett and Lanik alone together. Lanik points at a chair opposite him. The plastic is hard, unyielding beneath Crockett when he sits. They sit in silence for several long minutes, during most of which Lanik doesn't even look at him. Once again, he becomes engrossed in his tablet, pausing occasionally to frown at something or curse under his breath. When the mood strikes him, which is twice during that time, he glances up at Crockett, appears satisfied by what he sees, and returns to the task at hand.

"You've got three people on this ship with tags on their head," Crockett finally says. "I get the sense maybe you all do."

Lanik smiles with a closed mouth as he types something on his tablet. "Not much worth doing without one."

"What's your claim to fame, Jimmy Lanik?"

"On the books, or off?"

Crockett gestures for him to go ahead. "Not like I can check what you say."

"On the books, I'm wanted for…" he pauses and looks at the ceiling as thinks, "forty-two counts of murder, thirteen counts of aggravated assault, five counts of unlawful imprisonment, seven counts of unlawful possession of a weapon, hundreds of stolen property charges, and-" he stops himself there. "They've got me for other stuff too, things I didn't do."

"Like?"

When Lanik looks Crockett in the eyes again, he can feel his heart start to pound. Even before hearing the list, he could sense that this was a man who wouldn't hesitate to make the decisions he felt necessary, regardless of potential consequences for Crockett.

"I didn't do it, so it doesn't matter." He finally climbs off the map table to approach the navigation console. A flick of his wrist pulls up the holograph projection control panel, and the slew of brightly colored buttons that glitch into place respond to the slightest movements of his fingers. Crockett always kind of imagined space craft to be navigated like old school planes, with switches and levers and a steering mechanism of some kind, but this appears to him much more similar to the act of playing a piano. Lanik operates the ship precisely and with an intense focus that Crockett presumes to be impenetrable until he continues. "Off the books, it's about Connor. There was an altercation, and we all happened to be there. I only knew him, at that point. We all made it out together on my ship, and we've stayed like this since. There's nowhere else for us." He frowns at the controls. "I know you can't with Ava, but be honest with me. Is Connor going to be okay?"

Crockett nods. "I'm hopeful. He'd have a better chance at a hospital, but I get it, that's not an option. The stuff Miss Sexton is getting should help."

"She'd have a field day, hearing you call her that." Seemingly finished with setting the course, Jimmy closes the controls and returns to the map table and his tablet. "She and Ethan will get painkillers, too. We don't keep narcotics or opiates on this ship typically, but this is an exception to the rule. I'll have those, no one else, so when Connor needs them, you ask me. Clear?"

"Crystal, Captain Lanik," Crockett replies.

Lanik makes a face. "Jimmy, if you don't mind, Doctor."

"Crockett."

"Doctor," Jimmy insists, and doesn't say anything else as he buries himself back in whatever his tablet has to offer.

Left to his own devices for the time being, Crockett looks around the navigation room with a more critical eye. He knows better than to move from the chair Jimmy ordered him to, but he can see the signs of a well-loved and well-used ship everywhere. Scuff marks litter the floor, some kicking up onto the mismatched replacement sheets covering the hardware of the computer system. A burned splotch of blaster fire colors the clearly broken edge of a small wooden table, which has two wooden chairs at it in the corner. Pasted up around it are old fashioned paper prints, glossy white but torn and frayed at the edges, of wanted posters. He recognizes Bekker, Sexton, Jimmy, and Connor. The other two belong to Sarah Reese and Ethan Choi, which must round out the crew of this craft.

"I apologize for the method of abduction."

He turns back to Jimmy, who is unsurprisingly still not looking at him.

"Not for the act itself, that's justifiable. But I know they hurt you more than they needed to, and I apologize. Are you in need of any medical care? I don't know what we can do, but if there's something you'd like us to get for you, I'll look into it."

"I wouldn't mind a shower and some clean clothes, if it's not a trouble. Maybe something to eat or drink?"

Jimmy considers this for a moment. "Fine. I'll escort you to the showers. You can walk?"

"With help."

He gets up and comes to help Crockett stand as well. The pace he takes is slower than Sexton and Bekker's, allowing Crockett to take his own steps even though each one is a struggle. In contrast to the private ensuite Connor has, the showers Jimmy leads them to consist of an open tiled room with four shower heads on one side, the floor angling toward a drain, and two benches bolted to the ground with towel-laden hooks and small lockers on the walls around them.

"I'll find you a towel and something to wear," Jimmy says. "Can you do this yourself?"

All things considered, the room seems spotless. There aren't stains anywhere he can observe, and the a faint whisper of disinfectant stings his nose on every inhale. He could sit under one of the showerheads.

"Yeah."

"Excellent. Soap is in the top right locker, use a new bar. Ten minutes."

He leaves and locks the door from the outside with a click. Crockett can hardly blame him, and decides that he may as well go ahead and shower since his chances of escaping at the moment are next to zero. He carefully makes his way to the bench to undress, and then to the lockers to get soap from the indicated one in the corner. A small stack of travel-sized bar soaps, like one might find at a hotel, take up most of the space, though there'd also a handful of small bottles that he assumes to be shampoo and/or conditioner. The labels are in a language he doesn't speak. Not willing to press his luck when he'd only been offered soap, he takes a bar and goes to the showerheads, turning one on to a quickly steaming spray before he sits on the tile.

Crockett typically has a good sense of time, but he doesn't want to risk being unfinished when Jimmy returns, so he makes the shower efficient despite the relief the warm water brings to his tense muscles. He starts off scrubbing the blood from his hair and skin, careful around bruises and scrapes and the head injury, then follows with the soap once the water runs clear toward the drain. It's less than a minute after he finishes rinsing that a loud knock comes from the door.

"I'm opening the door."

The lock clicks open and Jimmy enters, letting cold air in with him. He approaches from behind, reaching over Crockett’s shoulder to stop the water before draping the towel around him. He hands Crockett a neatly folded stack of clothes.

"I'll be by the benches."

Crockett hears him walk away and tucks the clothes under one arm as he uses the fixture to pull himself upright. He struggles to keep his balance and hold onto his clothes as he dries off, but asks for no help and Jimmy doesn't offer. It takes a minute, but eventually he's as dry as he can manage, and clothed in a too-tight shirt and a pair of lounge pants that hover above his ankles by a few inches.

He moves to face Jimmy, who has leaned against the wall and is studiously reading his tablet once more. Crockett clears his throat, earning a quick glance and a nod.

"Better?"

"Much, thank you."

"I'll take you back down to the hold. Someone'll bring you rations. Maybe me, maybe not."

The door to the hold is only a little ways away from the showers, and takes a matter of seconds to reach even at Crockett’s supported pace. They descend the ramp down and make their way to a dimly lit corner where Crockett must have initially woken up on the floor, judging by the blood he left behind. Someone has placed a thermal blanket nearby, as well as a small pillow and a bottle of water.

Jimmy lets go of Crockett only to walk up to the pipe against the wall, reaching into his pocket with the jangling rattle of silver cuffs. He secures one of them around the pipe with practiced ease. "Come here and give me your nondominant arm."

"What?" Instinctively, Crockett takes a step back and glances toward the door of the hold. "Come on, man, I haven't caused any problems. I haven't hurt anybody, or tried do anything-"

"Doctor, I'll repeat myself once today, and I won't do it again. Okay?" He lifts the empty cuff. "I view every issue as resolvable in one of two ways. Either you do what I ask you to, because I don't ask for no reason, or I can help you comply at your own risk. Would you like my help?"

Crockett swallows. "No."

He holds out his left hand to Jimmy and allows himself to be cuffed. The metal is tightened slowly, secured to keep him from slipping away, but not so much so as to dig into his wrist. The chain gives him a few inches of movement, and the smooth pipe allows him to stand, sit, or lay next to it.

Jimmy takes his leave, returning to the door and most likely back to the navigation room, but pauses at the doorway. Blue light silhouettes him as he stays like an empty shadowed statue with his muscles held in high tension.

"We're not what they say we are. Monsters, I mean."

"Do you hear yourself? Look at me."

He doesn't answer for a long stretch. Eventually, he advises, "Don't piss off Ava if you want to stay alive. She has a temper."

Jimmy shuts the door behind him when he goes, leaving Crockett to the dim emergency bulbs lighting the cargo hold.

[sharonccrter]

Just a reminder that Chicago Med could have promoted Jimmy Lanik instead of introducing new characters (some of which they don’t even use well) -- even though the fandom is already invested in Lanik with virtual zero screentime.

[bullet-prooflove]

for the NSFW alphabet

B-E-N-Q for Connor Rhodes and Jimmy Lanik, if that's not too much?

Thank you!

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

Connor is very into it so much so he’s invested in some high quality items. He wants his lover to be as comfortable as he is.

He’s a subby boi at heart, he loves being restrained, having his control stripped away from him. He works a very high pressure job and this is an excellent release for him. He doesn’t have to make any decisions and he enjoys feeling like he belongs to someone else, that he can trust them to take care of him.

I can’t see him being in blindfolds or gags, I think that would be a little too frightening for him. The idea of having no voice or agency takes him back to a very dark place.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

Sometimes he needs it a little rough. I think the only way to survive the job he does is to numb himself sometimes and it can be very hard to get out of that mindset so he needs it to get a little extreme.

I’m thinking a pinwheel or riding crop. I could see him telling a lover they need to press down harder when they use the pinwheel because he needs the pain it causes a little more than the pleasure it brings. The riding crop on his ass and the backs of his thighs. Gets him super excited if he’s on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back and you use the riding crop up tip his chin up to meet your gaze. He leaks all over the place.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?) 

Only in the bedroom and it’s always you denying him. When he’s in a subby head space he’s yours entirely, he comes when you  say he can come and will hold off until you’re ready for him. It gets him off when you tell him ‘not yet, you need to make me come first.’ The act of holding back is exhilarating for him, especially when you tell him how much of a good boi he’s being for you.

Will never deny you anything at all. He’s all about showing you how good he is for you, how he can get you off like no other man you’ve been with. Expect to be overstimulated with Connor, one is never enough.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

I think he’s quiet, like deep moans, grinding teeth and stuttered breathing. Loads of swearing if it’s a particularly powerful orgasm. When your being dominant with him you always talk in a soft, tender tone and he loves it.

Connor makes it his mission to get you a little loud. He wants the neighbours to know how good he’s fucking you.

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

Another one who used bondage to relax, although Jimmy prefers to be the person doing the tying. He needs to take control sometimes because his job snatches it away. He usually uses one of his to bind your wrists and a silk scarf to blind fold you. He never gags you because he loves running his thumb over the shape of your lips and he wants to hear every single sound you make. He takes hours teasing you, bring you to climax before he stops and starts all over again.

You use restraints as a way to get Jimmy to relax, he would work himself into the ground if you let him. Again it’s always on of his ties, it usually starts with a game of ‘Please’ you tease him mercilessly until he says the word and it goes for a while because he’s so stubborn, it gets him out of his head into the moment with you which is the purpose of it.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

You wearing one of his shirts is one of his biggest turn ons. Sometimes when you want to rile him, you’ll wear one to work and send him pictures, he always asks for more, directing you to unbutton it slowly on the video you send.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?) 

Jimmy will deny you as long as he can, he wants that big finish, that crescendo. He wants the neighbours banging on the walls because he’s making his woman come so hard she can’t control the noise she makes. Also Jimmy knows it’s the only way to get you out of your own head, the two of you are alike that way, he wants to keep you in that space for as long a possible.

It works vice versa too.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

The neighbours fucking hate the two of you. All those denial makes for loud orgasms when it does eventually happen and you can’t hold back.

Jimmy is all whimpers and heavy breathing right up until he gets to the point of climax and that it’s just your name chanted over and over and over again until he’s coming in your mouth. It’s literally how the old lady across the hall knows your name.

[pushupcontest]

Chicago Med Group Chat

Pt. 6: April's phone

Will🙄: hello

Idiot little brother: Wait you can spell??? 💀

Nat👭: Magic. 

Ms. Goodwin: 🤣

Will🙄: stoppp bulking me 😖😖😖

Ms. Goodwin: 🙄

Ethan ❤️💔: Anyways…

Ethan ❤️💔: Can anyone watch my bird this Saturday?

Idiot little brother: The ptds bird?

Nat👭: You mean PTSD?

Idiot little brother: Yeah ig

Charles: For future reference, Noah, it is in fact called PTSD, which stands for post traumatic stress disorder. It is an anxiety disorder that develops in reaction to physical injury or severe mental or emotional distress.

Sarah: 💀

Ms. Goodwin: 🤣

Idiot little brother: Sarah i’ve been meaning to ask you do u wanna get drinks tomorrow aft work?

Sarah: sorry, i’m very busy tomorrow :(

Ava: 🔪🩸⚰️🪦

Idiot little brother: That’s alright maybe another day!

Sarah: sure :)

April: Noah, leave the poor girl alone.

Idiot little brother: Maybe focus on your relationship instead of mine…

Ava: 🔪🩸⚰️🪦

Idiot little brother: What's wrong with you ava?

Connor (the rich guy): why do u keep doing that? are u into noah or something?

Latham: Why are my surgeons fighting about their personal lives in a hospital group chat?

Idiot little brother: oh… sorry but your not my type ava

April: You’re*

Nat👭: You’re*

Maggie👯: Are you guys stupid?

Blonde med student: Yes, they are.

Lanik (the annoying guy): Exactly, babe.  

April: Since when are you guys dating??? Connor (the rich guy): ava don't ignore me!

[annieradcliff]

@bullet-prooflove; @daniacat; @cosmic-psychickitty

I had to giggle when I saw this today. Look at Jimmy’s eyes in this gif!!!  He’s obviously interested in something April is doing but he’s being adorably surreptitious about it. Kind of this sideways glance, like he’s taking an interest but trying not to get caught.

In my headcanon, this is the way Jimmy looks at Reader when he takes an interest in something she’s working on at home and he’s trying his best not to be obvious about staring at her, but she catches him looking. 

[connorshalstead]

I cannot wait to write more about James. I love his character so much and I have so many little quirks and ideas I can add to him that the show never would have.

I’ll probably write him up a lil something bc he’s my baby and he deserves it, so look out for that. <3

[amber9singer]

Who I write for:

Fairy Tail

Laxus

Cobra/Erik

Chicago Med

Connor Rhodes

James ‘Jimmy’ Lanik

Criminal Minds

Luke Alvez

CSI Miami

Tim Speedle

Ryan Wolfe

Pokémon

Raihan

Arven

[malrie]

ngl lanik stepping down as chief so he could just be a normal head doctor and he doesn’t wear crazy hair gel anymore and also everybody calls him jim / Jimmy and he’s so chill now likeee talk aabt char development love that for him

omg nvm he said a semi mean thing to April booooo