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kining-the-evil · 11 months

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Heyy I was wondering if you would write up some good ole' Greg house angst? His gf didn't make it through her surgery kinda stuff. Make it as heart breaking as possible >:)

Lova ya work ! :D

Whatever You Think Is Best

//Summary// Greg makes a call, but was it the right one?

//Warnings// Reader is dying, being extremely sick, hospitals, brain surgery, death, feelings of guilt

//an// thank you so much anon! I’m glad you like my writing!

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The first time he met you, Greg decided immediately that you were just like every other person in the world. Completely miserable, but pretending to be kind to everybody. When you started showing up more and more, he considered it a fluke that would fix itself. He’d say something insensitive, and your storm out with plans to never see him again. But you didn’t. You kept coming back, making him actually talk instead of just insulting each other and forcing him to be more, human. At one point, he almost thought fate existed. There was no way someone like you could just accidentally themselves onto his lap. But you were there, holding him up in the best way you knew how during hard points in his life. He didn’t think he’d have to try and repay the favor.

“Good morning,” You greeted as Greg walked into the kitchen. You set the dishes you’d been cleaning down to walk over and greet him, but he frozen when you kissed his cheek.

“What did you just say?”

You pulled back, a slight frown on your face. “Good morning?”

He looked down at his watch before glancing back at you. “It’s 4:55. Pm.”

No, that couldn’t be right. You’d gotten up, made breakfast, started cleaning… then what? Your mind seemed to not be sure.

“You’ve also already said that to me, this morning. You did exactly what you just did…” Greg passed you to glance in the sink. “And you were washing the same plate. Let me see your hands.”

You held them out, and the moment they touched them it felt like they had been set on fire. That’s when you realized that they were bright red with blotches of white, bleeding in multiple places.

“Wha- I didn’t, I didn’t even notice.” You hissed slightly at his touch, pulling them back. Now that you could feel the pain, it was awful.

“We need to get to a doctors.”

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One week. 7 whole days. That was how long you’d been in the hospital, and Greg was getting impatient. When he checked you in you were frazzled and had second degree burns from the hot water running on them all day, but now he wished that all it was.

You were having episodes of memory loss and confusion, Extrems head aches, vision that went back and forth with being blurry, and your vitals were getting worse and worse. You were dying and he had no idea why.

“Nothing,” Wilson sighed, allowing Greg to snatch the test from his hands. He had forced his friend to test for any possible cancer, even if it didn’t fit your symptoms.

“It can be ‘nothing’” he snapped. “ ‘nothing’ doesn’t kill you!” Before Wilson could think of a response both of their pagers went off, once again dragging them to your room.

“Don’t touch me!” You yelled at Chase while messing with the I.V in your arm.

“What happened?” House questioned, seeing you through the glass door.

“Another episode,” Forman mumbled. He and Chase had gone in to check your IV, and something set you off. “She doesn’t know where she is house, she wants to leave.”

Greg sighed, but walked into the room. When you saw him, you seemed to relax a bit. “Greg! What- what’s happening?” Your voice cracked a bit, and he walked forward to take your hand away from where your IV was.

“Don’t mess with that, you’ve just got to trust me.” He watched as your kind tried to catch up with what he was saying.

“I don’t-“

“House!” You both looked over to where Chase was still standing. “Look at her ear.”

Greg moved your head a bit, reaching up to touch the side of it. He pulled his hand back while you frowned at him. “What is it?”

“Blood, you’re bleeding from your ear.”

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“New symptom, bleeding from the ear. What could it be?” Greg write it down on the board that had far to many symptoms on it, in his opinion. After a moment of silence, he turned around to look at the group. “Hello? Am I Talking to anyone?”

“She needs a craniectomy,” Forman finally said. “The brain is swelling, would explain the bleeding and if something is pushing on the brain then it could be messing with her memory.”

“Yes, let’s take off a portion of her skull on the scientific explanation of ‘could.’” He mocked, making a face at Foreman.

“He’s right,” Cameron spoke up. “Any other patient and you would Have agreed.”

Greg took a breath, rubbing a hand over his face. He knew fully well they were right, that if the swelling didn’t go down then their wouldn’t be anything to diagnose.

“Fine, get the forms signed and an OR booked.”

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“You want to remove a part of my skull?” You asked the three doctors. Your legs were tucked under you, your right hand handcuffed to the bed, just incase you go off again.

“Just to get the swelling down, then we will put it back.” Forman explained. “All three of us will be in the OR during the surgery, but it is a dangerous surgery. You could, like with any surgery, bleed out while it’s happening. But you could also get an infection in the brain, and given how weak your immune system is right now, that could be bad.”

You glance at each of them, unsure of what to say. “What-what does Greg think?” You finally ask.

“He, agrees this is the next logical step,” Chase said.

“Then I’ll do it,” you quickly decide. “He’s the one in charge of medical decisions if I’m unable to make them, so if he thinks I should then I will.”

“Are you sure-“

“Sign here,” Chase cut Cameron off, handing over the forms. “And we will get an OR prepped.”

You took the paper, quickly signing everything and handing it back. “Could you call Greg for me?”

“Of course,” Forman gave you small smile before all three of them left.

While waiting you glanced down at the cuff keeping you in the bed. Despite how hard you tried to not fight against it, the skin was still rubbed raw. It hurt, but was just another pain to add to the rest of them.

“You agreed to the surgery.” You glanced up to see Greg walking into the room. “With little encouragement.”

“They said you thought it was the right move,” you shrugged. “I don’t know anything about this stuff and I trust you.”

“Why Are You so calm about this?”

“I told you, if you think it’s the best idea, so I’ll do it.”

“No, that’s your reason to do it.” He corrected you. “Any sane person would be terrified to have a surgery like this.”

“Greg, there are moments where I have no idea what is happening or where I am. That’s what scares me. This… just doesn’t seem as bad.” He watches you like your an animal at the zoo, like he’s trying to decipher whatever is actually happening in your head.

“Ok.”

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Greg stood watching the surgery, eyes jumping between where you were being cut into and where your vitals were being monitored.

“It can’t be healthy to watch this,” Wilson spoke from beside his friend.

“Just checking on my patient.”

“She’s going to be fine.”

“I know,” Greg quickly snapped. He didn’t like this, the emotional connection to a patient. It’s easier to suggest things like this when you don’t love the patient.

A sudden movement caught his eyes, making him frown. Everyone in the room was rushing around, and when he looked at your vitals he found a flat line.

“Shit.” Greg moved as quickly as he could, even excepting Wilson’s help so that he could get there faster. Just as he opened to OR door, the word ‘clear’ was being shouted followed by a small shock.

“Get him out of here.” Chase pointed over at house, and a few people walked over to led him out.

“Get off me!” He snapped, trying to push towards you. It wasn’t until he hit one’s foot with his cane that he got through, grabbing the paddles from Chase.

“Clear,” a shock.

“Clear” another shock.

“Clear.” Another

“Cl-“

“House, Stop!” Forman attempted to grab the paddles, but Greg would let go. If he let go, it lent you would die.

“No,” he mumbled. His mind was going a million miles a second. “No, I can’t stop.” He was so in his mind that he didn’t notice Wilson behind him until he was being dragged out of the room.

“Don’t,” Wilson snapped after shoving Greg onto a seat outside of the OR and saw him try to get back up.

“I’m not just letting her die!” Greg yelled, but Wilson just stood there, making sure his friend wouldn’t try and run back in. Luckily, it was only around 20 minutes before Cameron came out.

“She’s on Life Support, but is brain dead,” she explained. “Cuddy said half an hour before they pull the plug. So you can say good bye.”

“No point,” Greg spoke. “She can’t hear me. She’s already dead.”

“God damn it, just go do it,” Wilson snapped. “I’m going to, she was my friend. And you need to, or you’ll regret it.”

Although telling anyone who would listen that it didn’t matter, he waited outside of the room you were in. He watched as multiple people walked in to say final goodbyes, waiting until he was the only person left. He had five minutes.

Greg knew what it looked like when a person was hooked up to something like this, but seeing you like that felt wrong. A tube down your throat, multiple needles in your body, all meant to keep you alive for a little longer. He wanted to walk out, but with Wilson’s words echoing in his head he didn’t. Instead, he walked closer to the bed.

Slowly, he reached a hand out to touch your face lightly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I should have figured it out, you shouldn’t be here. It’s my fault.” He felt tears burning his eyes, and as bad as he wanted to hold them back, he just couldn’t. “I’m so sorry.”

He just stood there, letting tears fall while rubbing your face. It was cold, to cold. Only a week ago you’d been your normal, smiling self, and now you were here. All because he couldn’t solve the puzzle. A hand came to rest on his shoulder that he immediately recognized as Cuddy.

“It’s time. You may want to step out.”

He made no move to leave, and When Cuddy realized he wouldn’t she just nodded. He wouldn’t look at anything else but your face as the sound of the machines being turned off or the sound of you flatlining. Your chest stoped moving.

“Time of death, 11:45 pm.” Cuddy’s voice spoke. With a nod Greg leaned down, planting a kiss on your forehead and whispering a final apology.

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Fungal infection. The autopsy showed you had a simple fungal infection in the spinal cord, which had caused everything. The swelling in the brain was caused by the meds they had given you. A round of anti-fungal would have saved you. If they had figured it out, you would have been fine.

#request #house md #greg house #greg house x reader #gregory house #gregory house x reader #tw death #tw reader death

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hypegirl1 · 6 months

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Trick or trick?(Rodrick Heffley X fem!reader)

AN: how are y´all doing? Happy Halloween! School has me kinda bussy lately,that´s why I haven´t been active,I´m so sorry. Here´s the Halloween special as a gift! ^^ Genre:Angst,fluff Word count:1086 Summary:You were going to do trick or treat with your boyfriend Rodrick and his little brother,but he ends up cancelling plans at last minute,which makes you mad Warnings:Suggestive language(I guess? TT)

"Rodrick,I told you,I am not going out today with you,I´m mad now,so just hang up the goddamn phone and leave me alone"

"Y/N please just let me ta-"

"Fuck this"

You hung up the phone and threw it on your bed,as you layed on it,you started thinking about what just happened a few minutes before: You were getting ready at your house to go trick or treating,you and Rodrick were going with Greg and Rowley to accompany them after what happened last year,it was actually your idea to go with them,and at first it wasn´t a problem at all,Susan was very happy about it as she trusted you to go with them,Rodrick wasn´t convinced at all at first.

"We could just go to the party down the street together you know?Why do we have to go with Greg and his friend?"

"Come on Rod,when was the last time you went trick or treating?It can be fun! We can wear matching costumes if you want"

"Yeah..."

You know he was trying to hide the fact that he actually wanted to match costumes with you so bad.

"I know you want to match,I know you so well,what about Flynn Rider and Rapunzel?"

"Well,seems fun I guess..."

"There you are!"

At the end,you knew Rodrick was excited for matching costumes with you,he was a ver romantic guy at the end,he just tried to hide it. After all that,you all agreed to go trick or treating together,it was going to be fun,Greg and Rowley loved your company after all.

"What? Y/N´s coming with us?So cool!"

"You just love being with her because when she´s around I can´t annoy you"

"Well,she´s funny though"

And now,you were getting ready at your house,that´s when the accident happened,your phone started ringing,it was Rodrick.

"Rod,are you done? I´ll leave in 5 minutes now"

"Yeah,about that...Y/N we´ll have to cancel this trick or treat thing,I´m going to the party"

"Wha-what?"

"Yeah,let´s just go together,we´ll have fun"

"Rodrick,are you cancelling our plans at the moment?Are you being serious?"

"What?No! I´m just changing them,we´ll have more fun at the party"

"Are you kidding me?! I have been thinking about this for a week now,I was thinking about doing a sleepover with Greg and Rowley and all of us could have fun,but no,Mr Plancanceller decided to change things up"

"Why are you so mad about it?!"

"Because I wanted to go with you! And because it was a chance so that you could get along with Greg!"

"What so?! Just forget that,let´s both go out and have fun"

"Rodrick,I told you,I am not going out today with you,I´m mad now,so just hang up the goddamn phone and leave me alone"

"Y/N please just let me ta-"

"Fuck this"

And now that´s when you were laying on your bed,makeup done,hair done,outfit done,all for nothing.

"Why can´t we never spend time all together?Ugh..."

That´s when you heard the doorbell ring,probably some kids trick or treating,you got up and went downstairs,you were surprised to see who was at your door.

"Greg?Rowley?Oh,I´m so sorry for cancelling our night together,me and Rodrick got mad and...sorry,here,have some candy kids"

"Yeah,about that...could you just go to our house for a moment?"

"What does Rodrick want now?"

"Just go there"

"Fine,be safe both of you,call me if anything happens"

You went inside,picked up a jacket and went to Rodrick´s house that was around the corner,what did he wanted now? Things were already messed up. When you arrived,you knocked on the door and it wasn´t even 5 seconds when Rodrick opened the door.

"Hi Y/N"

"What do you want Rodrick?"

"I- just wanted to apologize"

"Fine,do it then,I´ll listen"

"Well I- fine,I´ll be honest with you Y/N,I should have talked with you the plans change,it´s just that I didn´t wanted to waste our night like that,I thought that you just did it for me and Greg"

"What?No,Rodrick,what do you mean? I was doing it for all of us,we can have fun together,but it´s also my fault,if you didn´t liked the idea we could have thought together about something better..."

"I know you just wanted to do it for the good,I was being selfish changing your plans without telling you,and kinda childish to do that..."

"It´s-alright"

"So,are we good now?"

"Yeah,what are your plans for tonight then? We can think something together"

"No,let´s go trick or treating with Greg and his friend,it can be cool,I´ll just go change"

"What?"

"Yeah,didn´t you wanted to match costumes?"

"Yeah,but do you want to?"

"Of course I want to you dummy"

You both stared at each other smiling,the night was cold,but this whole situation made it cozy and warm.You gave Rodrick a little kiss on the lips,what kinda surprise him.

"Come on Eugene,Rapunzel is waiting to go outside of her tower"

"Sure my princess"

The atmosphere was warm and you were happy,you fixed the problem,or you thought so,until you felt a bucket of cold water fall on both of you.

"WHAT THE-"

"I finally got them! Haha! You two litt- oh,Rodrick,it´s you,and Y/N...my bad,thought you were some troublemakers,hehe..."

You were in absolute disbelief,Frank thought you and Rodrick were some rebel teenagers that wanted to fill their house with toilet paper,Rodrick just gave Frank a weird look,but looking at the situtation,it was funny,you laughed at the end.

"What´s so funny about this?"

"It´s just funny,like,look at us,your dad thought we were someone else and we´re wet now,what´s funnier than this?"

"I guess so,come in Rapunzel,I´ll give you a towel,you´ll get cold"

"But we´ll miss the night"

"We were going to miss it anyway,get in before I snatch your dress out here"

"Rodrick!"

"Sorry sorry,but I was going to though"

You hit him on the back of the head as a joke,you weren´t going nowhere tonight with his attitude,at this point,the clothes snatching wasn´t that bad...

#rodrick x reader #doawk #rodrick heffley #rodrick x y/n

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herrmannhalsteadproduction · 2 months

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That Herrmann/Halstead DNA (Chapter Seven)

Summary: This is Part Twenty-One of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Assault, Stabbing, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Injury, Whump, Trauma, Eventual Hopeful Ending

A/N: I received my degree from the medical school of Television Drama which means while things might not (*cough* will not *cough*) be accurate, they will be exciting. *jazz hands* SEE END FOR MORE NOTES

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Jay

Jay was about ready to crawl out of his skin.

He needed to do something—anything—but…Mouse was taking care of Bex, Connor was with Will, and Chris was on the phone updating Cindy.

Ms. Goodwin had come by and said she would take care of checking on Connor and Will. (And hopefully get an update about how the operation was going.)

Nobody needed snacks. (He’d asked.)

He couldn’t even work the friggin’ case. (Detective Medeiros said so.)

Waiting around, not knowing what shape Bex was in or if Will—

If Will was going to—

Jay scrubbed a hand down his face. He was two seconds away from losing his damn mind.

“Halstead!” Platt came charging down the hall with most of Bex’s school friends trailing behind her. “They put us on lockdown upstairs and just let us out now. Said there was a shooter. What the hell happened down here? Everyone okay?”

A debrief. He could do that.

Jay looked at the huddle of worried faces in front of him and gave a pared down version of what happened, trusting that Platt could read between the lines.

“But they’ve got him now?” Isaac asked, sending an anxious glance back at the elevators. “Ty? He’s in custody? Sam’s up with Emery by himself. Is that—”

“There’s absolutely no way he’s getting loose again,” Jay reassured him. Between Detective Medeiros and Voight, that was an iron-clad guarantee.

“Any word on how Will’s doing?” Devon asked quietly and Jay shook his head.

He was trying not to think about it too hard. Surgery like that always took awhile and they really hadn’t been gone that long. Will was strong. He was going to be okay. He had to be.

Jay wasn’t going to accept anything less.

“Yeah, no, we, uh, we haven’t heard anything yet,” Jay said, sighing. He jerked his chin in a little nod at Chris as he ambled toward their group, finishing up his call with Cindy.

“I love you too,” Chris said, stopping to stand beside Jay. “I will. Yes! I promise!” he said into his phone, raising his eyebrows. “He’s right here. It’ll be the first thing I do. Yup. Yup. Okay. Hug the kids. Love you. Bye.” Chris ended the call with a tired smile. He stuffed his phone into his back pocket and turned to Jay, immediately pulling him into a bear hug.

“Wha—”

“This is from Cindy,” Chris said, squeezing him tighter. “You gotta take it. No arguing.”

Jay hesitated a moment before letting himself melt into the hug. He had a feeling Cindy would somehow know if he didn’t accept it and would immediately call Chris back.

Besides, he was tired. So tired of this shitty, shitty day.

He needed the damn hugs.

Chris gave him a couple of pats before finally letting go. “Guess who we forgot about?”

“I can’t even think right now,” Jay said. “Just tell me and—oh, crap, it’s Kol, isn’t it?” Poor dog had been left alone for hours now. “We have to go get him. Where can we—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Chris said, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “Cindy realized as she was leaving and swung by Will and Bex’s place to pick him up. Thank god she’s in charge of the spare keys. The kids are thrilled to be looking after him for a few days and honestly?” He rubbed at his face and sighed. “It’s a good distraction for them right now.”

Yeah, Jay didn’t envy Chris and Cindy trying to navigate explaining everything that had gone down to the kids. Annabelle and Max would probably be satisfied with the bare bones now that they had Kol there, but Lee Henry and Luke were getting to the age where they caught on when their parents were trying to hide stuff from them. And were insisting more and more that they could handle it all.

Jay could barely handle it.

Ms. Goodwin returned just then and Jay felt Chris stiffen beside him, neither of them sure how to read the look on her face. Jay was almost afraid to ask, but he forced himself to try. “Were you able to—”

“Yes, I have an update from Dr. Allan,” Ms. Goodwin cut in immediately, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips. “Dr. Halstead lost a lot of blood and there was some damage to his spleen, but they’re making good progress with the repair. I think we can be cautiously optimistic.”

Okay. Jay let out a shuddery breath. That was—he would take that.

“How’s Connor doing?” Chris asked.

Her smile gave way to a sad frown. “I’m not sure he even knew I was there,” she said. “He’s very concerned about Dr. Halstead and I—I think the sooner we’re able to convince him to get some rest, the better.”

“We’ll work on him,” Chris promised. “Thank you, Ms. Goodwin, for checking on them.”

“They’re my people too.” She handed Chris a card. “This has my number on it,” she said. “Please keep me updated on—” she waved a hand through the air “—all of this, as you can. I’m going to see what I can do about covering the ED for the next few weeks.”

Chris pocketed the card with a grateful nod and she headed off. A clatter of wheels in the hall had Malia craning her neck to take a peek and she let out a soft gasp. “It’s Bex.” She and the others moved aside to let Chris and Jay through.

Sure enough, Dr. Fahir and a nurse Jay didn’t recognize were bringing a bed with Bex back to her room. Mouse was walking along beside, talking quietly to Bex as they went. More surprising was seeing Dr. Abrams consulting a tablet as he followed along behind them.

Was Bex’s concussion more serious that they’d thought?

Chris and Jay followed them into Bex’s room, hanging back while they got her set up again. Tried to hang back anyway. Bex spotted them right away and started to push herself up with a grimace which set off Dr. Fahir, Dr. Abrams, the nurse, and Mouse; all four of them quickly trying to get her to lie back down.

“Ms. Herrmann,” Dr. Abrams said firmly. “Remember what we talked about.”

“Rest,” Dr. Fahir added.

“But—”

“You gotta try and stay still,” Mouse urged as he leaned in, stroking her hair away from her face. “What do you need? I’ll get it for you.” He followed her finger, understanding dawning when he caught sight of Jay and Chris. “Oh! Yeah, one sec.”

Mouse waved them over, moving back so the two of them could stand closer to Bex.

“Wh-what’s happening with Will? Is he—is he okay?” Bex looked up at them with teary eyes as she took a shaky breath. Jay wished more than anything that he had good news for her.

“He’s still in surgery,” he said. “But it sounds like it’s going well—whoa!” Jay reached out, trying to steady Bex as she fought to sit up again. “No, hey, come on—what are you doing?”

“Need to go,” she muttered. “Gotta see him.”

“Bex, sweetie.” Chris moved in to gently stop her and made eye contact with her. “Will is in surgery. You can’t see him right now. We will tell you as soon as we hear anything else.”

“He—Will’s hurt, Chris.” Bex’s voice cracked as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I need—”

“I know, baby girl, I know.” Chris kept whispering to Bex as he coaxed back down and got her settled against the pillows. “I promise he’s being taken care of and I’ll take to you see him as soon as I can. But for now—can you close your eyes and rest for a minute while I talk to the docs. Can you do that for me?”

Bex grumbled something that Jay missed, but made Chris smile. Her eyes fluttered shut finally and Chris stepped over to pull a haggard-looking Mouse into a quick hug. Jay grabbed him for another one immediately after.

Fuck it. Tonight was hug night now.

“How’s she doing?” Chris asked quietly, looking between Mouse, Dr. Fahir, and Dr. Abrams. The nurse turned down the lights in the room and they all moved closer to the door to speak in low tones.

“The fractures in her arm and ribs have been aggravated further,” Dr. Fahir said. “One of her ribs has become subluxated.” She caught was Jay was sure was a completely confused look on his face and took pity on him. “That means it’s slipped out of place, but hasn’t been fully dislocated. It will heal on its own along with the fractures, but she’ll be in a lot of pain.”

“Did the contusion get worse?” Chris asked. “What about the internal bleeding?”

“The internal bleeding has slowed, but not as much as I’d hoped,” she said. “We’re still keeping an eye on that and the contusion along with her concussion symptoms.”

“How bad is the concussion?” Jay asked as he dug out his phone so he could start writing this stuff down.

“Mild, luckily,” Dr. Abrams said. “Aside from the pain, she’s also dealing with some confusion. There was…a bit of difficulty getting her to stay still for the scans.”

“She got upset while she was getting checked out because she forgot Will had been shot,” Mouse murmured to them. “Doc had to give her something to calm her down.”

“Her memories of the last few hours are foggy and that may or may not clear up,” Dr. Abrams said. “Someone should stay with her to make sure she doesn’t make it out of bed on her own.”

“Yeah, we can, uh, we can handle that,” Chris said, running a hand through his hair. “Gotta say, Dr. Abrams, I freaked out a little when I saw you here. Had me headed straight for the worst-case scenarios.”

“I was having dinner with Ms. Goodwin and Dr. Charles when she received the call about the shooting and we all returned to the hospital,” Dr. Abrams said in that very clipped and professional tone he had. “When I heard about Ms. Herrmann’s injuries, I offered to do a consult since I was here anyway.”

His voice was all business, but Jay caught the ever-so-slightly fond and faintly worried glance he gave Bex. She might be right about him being a secret softie.

“I know you all have your hands full at the moment,” Dr. Fahir said, drawing Jay’s attention back to their discussion. “But I cannot emphasize enough how important it will be for Bex to truly rest over the next few weeks. Overexerting herself will set any healing back exponentially.”

Jay bit back a groan as he met Chris and then Mouse’s eyes.

Make sure Bex stays still and rests.

While Will and Emery are in the hospital.

“I mean, we’ll do our best,” Chris said, shaking his head. “But it’s gonna be a battle.”

Jay and Mouse snorted, but Dr. Fahir’s next words had them sobering up.

“She’ll be in too much pain the first couple of weeks to get very far.” Dr. Fahir gave them all a stern look. “The medication can only do so much.” Jay remembered that from his own times at Med. Rib injuries especially were a beast.

“Rest. It’s the most important thing, gentlemen,” Dr. Fahir repeated. “I’m counting on all of you to help her navigate this.”

“None of us want to see her back in a hospital bed anytime soon,” Dr. Abrams added.

After promising to check back in tomorrow, the medical team swept out of the room, leaving Jay, Chris, and Mouse watching a restlessly snoozing Bex.

“Tying her to the bed is probably out,” Chris whispered. “But what are the odds on us getting her a prescription for that sedative to last the next few weeks?”

“I mean…I know a guy,” Mouse said, holding up a hand when Jay smacked him in the side. “Kidding. Jeez.”

There was a soft knock at the door before Platt stuck her head in. “Got a pile of firefighters out here hoping for an update.”

“You guys can go,” Mouse said, pulling a chair over to the side of the bed. “I’ll stay.”

“You sure?” Jay would rather stay too, but he didn’t blame 51 for wanting to know what was going on. Bex was as much their family as Chris was. And he really didn’t want to leave Chris to face what was guaranteed to be a flood of questions all on his own.

“I, uh, I don’t think I’m going to be able to leave this spot any time soon, man.” Mouse carefully took Bex’s hand in his own.

Jay felt that down to his bones. He was pretty sure Bex’s pullout couch was going to be his new home for the foreseeable future.

“We’ll be right outside,” Jay said, following Chris to the door. “Yell if you need anything.”

He and Chris didn’t make it very far. Platt hadn’t been lying about the pile of firefighters. It looked like all of 51 was crammed into the hallway. Boden, Severide, and Casey standing at the front with matching worried frowns etched into their faces.

“What the hell happened after we left?” Severide asked.

Jay sighed as he leaned against the wall and Chris huffed out short laugh. “The answer to that depends,” he said.

“On what?” Severide demanded.

“How long your break is?”

***

Connor

“—nor? Connor. Look at me, please.”

Maggie’s voice broke through the rushing pulse of blood pounding in Connor’s ears. He tore his gaze away from the flaking patches of blood—Will’s blood—on his hands and met her eyes.

“There you are,” she said softly. “The surgery is done—”

“Done?” Connor scrambled to his feet, gripping at the sink as he peered through the window. Which was empty save for a couple of orderlies doing clean up. “Wh-where is he? What happened? Is he okay? Maggie, I—”

“Need to breathe,” Maggie said, gripping his hands in hers. “He made it through surgery. Dr. Allan was able to repair all of the damage and Will is stable. She’s taking him to observation.”

“Oh,” Connor gasped out, trying to what she was telling him sink in. “Oh. That’s—that’s good, that’s, uh—jesus, that’s—” Maggie helped guide him back to the floor as his legs gave out and his words crumbled into sobs.

She rubbed at his back, holding onto him for who knew how long as everything Connor had been trying to keep a lid on for the last few hours bled out of him.

When his sobs petered out into sniffles, a paper towel appeared in front of his face. Connor looked up to see April crouched in front of them with a sympathetic smile on her face. Ethan stood behind her with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

“Dr. Allan said you can come with her to let everyone know the good news, but you’ve got to get cleaned up first,” April said.

“She said you’re going to terrify the patients if you want through the halls like that,” Ethan added.

If he looked half as bad as he felt, Connor figured she probably wasn’t far off.

“Okay.” Connor took a bracing breath before heaving himself to his feet and reaching down a hand to help Maggie up. “Gimme five minutes and I’ll be good to go.”

“Yeah, we’re not trusting you to do this without keeling over yourself,” April said. “Strip that top off, Rhodes. It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

Connor was too tired to argue. He let himself be manhandled until they deemed him fit for the public eye again. After he was dressed in fresh clothes, Ethan handed him one last item.

Taking it in his hands, Connor unfolded it, throat growing tight as he recognized it as one of Will’s hoodies.

“Grabbed it from his locker,” Ethan said, not quite meeting his eye. “He may or may not need a new lock.”

Stifling his laugh against the fabric, Connor took a moment to breathe in Will’s scent before putting it on. “I’ll replace it,” he said. Connor looked around at the three of them, ducking his head in a grateful nod. “Thank you. All of you.”

“You’d do it for us,” Maggie said as April and Ethan nodded. “You and Will—you’re our family too, you know?”

Maggie and April hugged him while Ethan clapped a hand on his shoulder and steered the group of them out the door.

“Let’s go,” April said, breaking away to lead them toward the stairs. “The sooner we let everyone know the good news, the sooner you can go and see Will.”

Connor sped up, beating her to the stairwell.

He didn’t want to wait another second.

***

Mouse

Bex stirred shortly after Jay and Chris left the room. She blinked blearily at him.

“Mouse?”

“Hey,” he said, leaning in. “I’m right here.”

“Will?”

He shook his head. “Nothing new yet.”

“Time izzit?”

“Uh, late?” Mouse laughed softly, letting go of her hand to pull out his phone. “Yeah, it’s after midnight.”

“You should go home,” she mumbled. “Get sleep.”

“I’m good right here,” he said before pausing as doubt crept in. “Unless, I mean…do you want me to go home?” He seriously didn’t want to do that, but if she didn’t want him here, he’d go and sit in the hall or something.

“No, wan’ you to stay.” Bex frowned, reaching for him and he took her hand again. “But…”

“But what?” he prompted when she trailed off.

“We were gonna have our big date,” she sniffled. “And now you’re stuck taking care of me.”

Mouse reached out with his free hand to gently wipe away the tears that were welling up in her eyes. “Bex, if it was me in this bed and you in this chair, would you consider yourself stuck taking care of me?”

“Can’t shake my head,” she grumbled. “Hurts. But you know.”

“Yeah, I do.” Knew without a doubt she’d be doing the exact same thing if their situation was reversed. Wouldn’t even question it. “Of course, I want to be here, Bex,” he said. “I lo—”

“No!” Bex’s eyes flew open and she winced back against the soft light. “No, don’t—”

“Don’t what?” Mouse hoped the problem wasn’t what he thought it was.

“Don’t say it,” she whispered and his heart sank. Did she not—not that she had to. They’d come so far already. It didn’t mean she had to be ready to say or even be ready to hear—

“Stop,” Bex said, squeezing his fingers. “Stop thinking bad stuff. It’s not—I just—I don’t want you to say that because of today. We can’t—it’s not fair.” She paused, closing her eyes and taking a breath before opening them again. The next sentence came out slowly. Deliberately. “I don’t want that memory to be tied with today. Does that—do you know what I mean?”

Once he’d parsed through her words and thought about it, he did. They both deserved better than a declaration that was partially a knee-jerk reaction to fear and trauma.

But this was—it wasn’t that. It was different and more than that in its own way and he couldn’t let it go, not completely. “I promise this is not me saying it or making a big declaration,” he said. “But I need to say this. Please.”

“Okay,” Bex whispered, giving his hand another gentle squeeze.

“I almost lost you today.” Mouse shook his head, trying to clear away the haunting images from the last few hours and focus on what he wanted to say. “I heard that shot and for a few horrible minutes, I had to live in a world where I didn’t know if you were still in it or not.” He scrubbed at his face with his free hand and Bex made a soft sound.

“Yeah, it was, uh, it was kind of terrifying,” Mouse said. “I kept thinking, I haven’t said enough. I haven’t—I haven’t shown her how much she means to me.”

“Mouse—”

“Hey, you promised.”

She pressed her lips together tight and watched him with shiny eyes.

Mouse took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. “You’re my family, Bex,” he said. “You and Jay. And you know—you’ve, uh, you’ve been that for a lot longer that you and I have been circling each other.” He tapped his fingers against his chest. “You’re here. You’re a part of my heart—like, a pretty large and permanent piece. That’s, uh, that’s what I needed you to know. I’m full of regular, lower-case love. For you.”

He didn’t even want to think about what it would have felt like if he’d lost her and never had a chance to tell her that.

“Nothing regular about it,” Bex whispered.

True.

But she was right before—now wasn’t the time for that. Mouse could wait until it was.

They both deserved that.

Bex tugged him closer and he hugged her as carefully as he could. She mumbled something against his chest.

“What was that?” Mouse pulled back, still hovering close though as he returned to his seat.

“I said I’m full of regular, lower-case love for you too,” she said, sighing into her pillow. “If you were wondering. And to be clear about what kind of moment we’re having.”

“Still a good moment.” Mouse raised her hand and pressed a kiss into her fingers. “You gonna let me take care of you now?”

“Yeah.” Bex sighed. “My feet are freezing.”

He grinned, remembering the bag from Lucy that Ed had given him. “I’m on it.”

***

Jay

“Hey,” Jay whispered as he and Chris came back into the room. The 51 crew had headed back out on shift and Chris had managed to convince Bex and Emery’s friends to go with Platt and rest in the ICU lounge. It had better couches and was closer to Emery. And the three of them had Bex covered for now. “How’s she doing?”

“Her medicine’s really kicking in and she was pretty out of it,” Mouse said. He looked down at Bex and the side of his mouth ticked up in a smile. “She was, uh, she was pretty cold and I got her some socks, but that wasn’t enough so she tried to talk me into getting in the bed with her. Said I was warmer and she wanted to sleep inside me like a tauntaun. I gave her my hoodie instead.”

Jay pressed a hand to his mouth, trying to smother his laugh as Chris looked between the two of them in confusion.

“Like a what now?”

“A tauntaun,” Mouse repeated. “It’s from Star Wars—when they’re on Hoth and Luke is about to freeze to death so Han cuts it open—”

“And stuffs him inside!” Chris finished for him, finally making the connection. “She said that? What the hell, Bex?”

Jay snorted at Chris’s flabbergasted look, but then they all froze when Bex stirred, holding their breath until she settled again under Mouse’s hoodie.

Chris shook his head as he stared at her. “She’s such a weirdo,” he whispered, half to himself. “I raised a friggin’ weirdo.”

That set off another round of laughter in Jay that he tried to keep quiet, but he lost it again when Mouse just shrugged and said, “I thought it was sweet.”

Jay dropped down into one of the chairs and buried his face in his hands, muffling the sound as his shoulders shook with giggles.

Chris sat down beside him and patted his back. “Okay there, Jay?”

He sat back up, wiping at his face, a little startled to realize there were tears running down his face. “Yeah,” he said, sniffling. “Shit.” Mouse handed him a tissue and Jay wiped at his nose. He sighed. “I just—I love you guys.”

“We love you too,” Chris said and Mouse murmured his agreement.

“I, uh, I wish Will had been here for that,” Jay said, turning to Chris. “Your face—”

“You can tell him all about it when we see him,” Chris said quietly before grinning. “In full detail so he can roast Bex too.”

“What are we roasting Bex for?” a tired voice asked for the doorway.

The three of them were on their feet as soon as they turned to see Connor standing there.

“How is he? How did it go? Is he okay? Is he—is he good?” Question after question spilled out of Jay as Connor stepped back to bring them out into the hallway. Maggie, April, and Ethan were standing there along with a doctor Jay had never met. Chris joined them in the hall and Mouse hung back in the doorway, keeping one eye on Bex.

“He’s okay,” Connor said, reaching out to squeeze Jay’s shoulder.

Jay slumped back against the wall in relief. “That’s—I mean, Ms. Goodwin said it was going well, but I’m really, really happy to hear that.”

“You and me both.” Connor gestured to the short woman standing beside him in wrinkled scrubs. “This is Dr. Allan,” he said. “She performed the surgery on Will and can give you all of the details.” He came over to rest on the wall beside Jay, leaning into his side a bit as they listened to Dr. Allan give the details on Will’s injuries and how he was doing.

Which was pretty good for someone who got a big hole blasted through their middle.

There was a long list of things they were keeping an eye on and things they’d have to watch for—most of which Jay was going to have to get Connor to translate for him later—but he made it. And he was going to be okay.

And Bex made it. And she was going to be okay.

And Emery made it. And if there was any justice in the world, she was going to be okay too.

Jay didn’t think he could ask for much more than that.

Dr. Allan left after giving her update and Maggie, April, and Ethan said their good-byes shortly after that. Maggie with strict instructions for Connor to get some sleep.

Good advice for all of them at this point.

“Well?” Chris shot a look at him and Connor and Mouse. “How do we wanna do this? Divide and conquer?”

“I’ll go with Connor and you stay here with Mouse?” Jay suggested.

“Keep our phones on and keep in touch,” Connor added.

“Works for me,” Mouse said, nodding at them, already turning back toward Bex’s bed.

“Go team,” Chris said with a little grin. “Say what you want, but we sure can handle a crisis.” He gave Jay and Connor a pair of back-slapping hugs before heading into the room.

Connor and Jay stood there in the hall for a moment while Connor checked his messages for Will’s new room number.

“Mind if we take the stairs?” Connor asked as they started walked and Jay shook his head. “Thanks,” he sighed. “Think I need a few days before I can step foot in the elevator again.”

Jay got it. Probably more than Connor realized. But he was also happy Will was only one floor up. He could’ve forced himself to do more if he had to, but the sooner he could find a chair to pass out in, the better.

“So,” Connor began while they both focused on putting one foot in front of the other up the stairs. “What are we roasting Bex for?”

The laugh Jay let out echoed around them in the stairwell. “Apparently she was cold and the socks Mouse had weren’t cutting it…”

***

Connor

The sun was peeking up over the horizon when Will finally woke up.

Connor had been watching him, cataloguing every breath and twitch he’d had since they’d moved him into this room, waiting for that first flutter of his eyelids.

Not wanting to miss it.

Not quite able to believe Will was going to be okay until Connor could look into his eyes.

“Will?” he whispered, gripping his hand as he leaned in. “Hey. There you are. Hi.”

“C’nr…” Will mumbled, groaning softly as he scrunched his eyes shut again for a moment.

“I’m here,” Connor said quietly. “You gonna wake up so I can see those pretty brown eyes?”

Will blinked a few times before managing to focus on him. “Hi.” A loud snore cut through the quiet and Will’s eyes widened. “Was that me?”

“No.” Connor shook his head with a little laugh. “That was Jay.” He shifted to the side so Will could see his brother sacked out in a chair on the other side of the room. “He’s been pretty worried about you guys.”

“Bex—”

“Is okay,” Connor cut in quickly, running a gentle hand through Will’s hair. “She’s got a mild concussion and a little bit more rib damage, but she’s been checked out and Chris and Mouse are with her now.”

“Good. Okay.” Will settled back into his pillows with a quiet hum, face tilting into Connor’s hand still stroking his hair. “Hey, Con?”

“Yeah, Will?”

A tired, but still fully shit-eating grin spread across Will’s face. “Saved your life.”

The surprised laugh that burst out of Connor quickly became mixed with sobs. “My hero,” he managed to get out.

“C’mere.” Will pulled him in for a hug, fumbling to pat at him with clumsy hands as Connor buried his face into his neck. They stayed like that for awhile until another snore from Jay had them giggling and pulling apart.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” Connor whispered as he tangled Will’s fingers in his. Every bit of fear and frustration and anger from the last few hours bubbled up in his throat, but Connor swallowed it back when he saw Will’s eyes already starting to fall shut.

“’m sorry,” Will mumbled. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” Connor leaned in, pressing a kiss onto his cheek. “So much.”

Another little smile flitted across Will’s face before it relaxed as he fell asleep again. Connor scooted his chair forward, keeping Will’s hand tight in his and rested his other arm on the bed. He watched his chest rise and fall, needing to reassure himself a little while longer before he could close his eyes.

That Will was still here. Still alive.

Still Connor’s.

***

Saturday morning

***

Bex

Bex was miserable.

Everything hurt.

Everything.

Chris and Mouse had told her that Will made it through surgery and was doing well and Dr. Latham was happy with how Emery’s stats were trending although they were keeping her sedated for a while longer.

But Bex wasn’t allowed to go and see either of them.

Wasn’t allowed to move.

Not that she could move much if she wanted to because again, everything hurt.

But still. She wanted—needed to see them both. For herself.

Apparently, that was out of the question.

She was trying not to be miserable—on the outside at least—because she could see how tired and stressed everyone was and she didn’t want to add to that, but if she wasn’t going to be allowed to see Will or Emery, the least people could do was leave her alone.

“So, this Detective Medeiros,” Mouse was saying, bouncing his leg as he sat beside her bed, like he always did when he was nervous or stressed. “She wants to ask you some questions about what happened and she was hoping to take some pictures of, uh, of your injuries.” His head whipped up and his eyes met hers as he frowned. “But you don’t have to, Bex,” he said. “We can do it tomorrow or never. It’s up to you.”

Never honestly sounded pretty good. But Bex knew that wasn’t really an option. “It would help the case though, wouldn’t it?”

Mouse nodded reluctantly and Bex sighed.

That was important. Probably more important than how she was feeling right now. She wanted to know she’d done everything she could to make sure Ty gets put away for hopefully forever this time. And she knew enough about how things worked to realize this—her statements, her injuries—were all important pieces to making that happen.

“I’ll do it,” she said.

“We can stay with you,” Chris said quietly from where he’d been standing at the end of her bed. “If you want.”

“No,” Bex said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly judging from the tiny flash of hurt crossing both of their faces. “It’s not that I don’t want you here…”

But she didn’t want them to see.

Not yet.

Not when the little glimpses she’d caught on her own today showed ugly purpling skin and angry red scrapes. Technicolour violence that hurt to look at. She knew it would hurt worse to see them looking at it. Whether that made sense to them or not, she just—she couldn’t have them here.

Not for this.

“Is Cindy here?” she asked and Chris’s face softened with understanding.

“She’s already on her way,” he said. “I’ll let Detective Medeiros know we’re waiting until she gets here.”

“Anyone else?” Mouse asked. “There’s time to get them and you should have as much support as you want for this, Bex.”

Bex thought it over. Dr. Fahir was going to be there to help document her injuries. Even though they’d only met yesterday and under some pretty crap circumstances, Bex liked her. She was straightforward and…kind, but not in a pitying kind of way. Bex had a feeling she’d help make the process as short and too the point as possible.

She honestly didn’t want many more people in there with her. It was going to be hard enough without feeling like she was on display.

“Just Cindy, please.”

Twenty minutes later, her room had been cleared of everyone except for Detective Medeiros, Dr. Fahir, and Cindy. The door was closed. The lights were still low. And Cindy had a gentle grip on her good arm.

“We’ll go as slow as you need to, Bex,” Detective Medeiros said. “Let’s start at the beginning…”

***

Chris

Chris paced the hall as he typed away in the 51 group chat. Everyone had been making plans to come by and see Bex, but he’d had to nip that in the bud. She hadn’t been in any shape for that this morning and she definitely wasn’t going to be after this interview.

They all understood, obviously, but had wrangled a promise from him to let them know as soon as they could come by. No one was going to be happy until they’d had a chance to see her for themselves. And he had a suspicion there was some kind of giant card in the works.

Maybe that would put a smile on her face.

Not that she wasn’t trying to put on a good front, but even her best front didn’t much of a chance against what she was dealing with. Poor kid had been through the wringer and she was in pain. So much pain. Chris hated seeing her like that.

He just wished there was something more he could do to help. To make it better.

Wished he could be in there with her right now.

At least she let Cindy in. Cindy could always see right through her and she’d put a pause on things if Bex needed it, even if Bex wouldn’t. Especially when.

Kid was too damn good at plowing her way through shit.

She’d fallen apart a bit yesterday, but Chris could see her already shoring things up. Putting her focus on Will and Emery. The case.

What she needed to focus on was herself. He hadn’t been joking yesterday when he said getting her to do that would be a battle.

He needed to make some kind of game plan with Jay and Mouse and Cindy and anyone else who was going to help take care of her. Make sure she didn’t try to plow her way through recovery.

Chris stopped his pacing when the door to Bex’s room finally opened. Cindy, Detective Medeiros, and Dr. Fahir came out and Mouse slipped back inside.

“Thank you for all of your help,” Detective Medeiros said to Cindy and Dr. Fahir. “I’ll be in touch.” She nodded at Chris before heading down the hall.

“I need to start my rounds,” Dr. Fahir said. “But I’ll be back to check on Bex soon.” She patted Cindy’s arm with a smile before leaving.

“Hey, hun, how did—” Chris didn’t even get the question out before Cindy was throwing herself into his arms and burying her face in her chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight when he felt how much she was shaking. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. Talk to me, Cinds, please.”

“It’s not okay,” Cindy said, voice muffled by his shirt. She finally looked up at him with red eyes, sniffling as she shook her head. “It’s not—Christopher, she—what he did? God, he hurt her. He hurt her so much and I’m just—oh, I am so angry. I want him to pay and I want him gone and I want to never ever let Bex out of our sight.” She let out a hiccupping sob as he pulled her close again.

“I’ve already been working on my pitch to convince her to move into our house,” Chris said, running his hands up and down her back as he kissed the side of her head.

Cindy huffed out a laugh. “The kids would be over the moon.” Then she sighed. “How do we get her through this?”

“It’s just gonna take time,” he said. “And patience.”

“I wish there was something we could do right now,” she said. “Something that would help even a little bit.”

“Actually, I think I have an idea about that.”

***

Jay

Jay sat up as he read through the text from Chris. He’d been trying to distract himself while Will slept, knowing he couldn’t pop down and see Bex while she was being interviewed.

Detective Medeiros wanted to keep them separate since Jay was a witness.

He knew why—it was a process he’d been on the other side of any number of times—but knowing the why, knowing the process almost made it worse.

He knew exactly what Bex was going through right now. Reliving everything. Having to sit there and be catalogued.

At least Cindy was there with her.

And now Chris had a genius idea that would probably be helpful to not only Bex, but Will too.

The soft sounds of conversation had him standing and walking over to the bed. Connor and Will both looked up at him, pausing their quiet chat.

“Feel up for a chat with Bex?” Jay asked, waving his phone at Will.

“Yes!” Will’s eyes lit up. Jay laughed at the grabby hands he made, shooting off a confirmation to Chris.

“Okay, let’s get you set up.” Between him and Connor, they very carefully moved Will into a slightly more raised position. Jay grabbed the table tray and moved it into place before setting his phone on top. He started up a video chat with Chris who answered after a few seconds.

Sort of.

“Chris,” Jay called out as Will and Connor chuckled beside him. “Chris! You’ve gotta—you’ve got the camera turned around, man—”

“Aw, heck.” Chris’s muffled voice came through the speaker and then finally, instead of a view of a table and sheets, they saw Bex’s face.

All three of them tried to cover their shock, but Will couldn’t quite stop the wince at the sharp breath he took. She’d been in rough shape yesterday, but now that her bruises were starting to come up, it was—it was hard to see.

“Will?” Her voice shook a bit as she peered at the screen.

“Hey, Bex,” Will said, smiling softly at her.

“Hi.” She smiled back…and then her face crumpled and she burst into tears.

“Oh, shit.” Will tried to reach for the phone, but fell back with a grunt. Connor grabbed it and held it closer for him. “Bex, I’m here. I’m okay, see? Dr. Allan said I’m going to be fine.”

That didn’t help much. Bex just cried harder and Jay was at a loss for what to do. She might hurt herself at this rate.

Chris’s face came on the screen, looking tense. “Hey, guys,” he said. “We’re gonna hang up for now and maybe try this later, okay?”

“Chris?” Will called out faintly.

“Yeah, bud?”

“Just…give her a hug for me, okay?”

Chris nodded at the screen. “Always.” The call ended and the three of them slumped back.

“Well,” Jay said eventually. “That didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.”

“Help me up.” Will held out a hand to Connor, shaking it impatiently when he didn’t take it. “Come on, we can get me in a wheel chair and I can go down and see her.”

“Absolutely not,” Connor said, crossing his arms as he stared Will down.

“I’m in better shape than she is right now—”

“Bullshit!” Connor exclaimed.

“Dude, you were shot,” Jay chimed in. “You might have come through surgery okay, but now’s not the time to get cocky.”

Connor nodded, but Will ignored him to point a finger at Jay. “Yeah, I’m not taking advice from you on how to safely navigate recovery.”

Rude.

“Okay, okay, okay.” Connor sliced his arms through the air, cutting off the rest of their argument. “Listen, there’s a solution here that I think will make everyone happy. I can make it happen, but there’s one condition.”

“I’m listening,” Will said slowly.

***

Chris

Chris was on board as soon as he heard Connor’s plan. He didn’t care about what anyone else thought at this point. He couldn’t sit through Bex crying like that again. Not if he could help it.

Or Connor, rather.

Dr. Fahir took a bit of convincing, but she agreed to it once she realized they could get it all done while Bex was sleeping. Minimal disruption seemed to be her magic words.

It was actually kind of fun, whispering and sneaking a whole hospital bed through the halls while Bex slept. She was going to be so surprised when she woke up.

Oh, god. Chris hoped she didn’t cry again.

That would be counterproductive.

As the medical team worked on getting Bex set up in the new space, Chris went to stand beside Jay, whistling under his breath. “This is pretty sweet,” he said, looking around at the spacious private room. Will and Bex’s beds were side by side, but there was also not one, but two couches and a few plush arm chairs. Chris lowered his voice, tilting his head toward Jay. “How much do you think—”

“Ah.” Jay held up a finger. “That’s the one condition,” he said. “We’re not allowed to ask how much it costs. Something about not wanting to have to fight about it with Will later.”

“Fair enough.” Chris nodded. “But seriously, is he like loaded loaded because this is a crazy nice room.”

Jay shushed him, shaking his head as he laughed.

“Yeah, alright, no more questions.” Chris grinned at him. “Man, I kind of want to wake Bex up just to see her face. I’m joking!” He held his hands up when Dr. Fahir sent a glare his way.

Time to go sit on that fancy looking couch and stay out of the way. He plopped himself down and immediately waved Cindy and Jay over. “You gotta try this. It’s better than Jay’s!”

***

Bex

Bex blinked as she slowly began to surface, eyes still a bit sore from her, ugh, ridiculous cry session from earlier. She started to rub at them and someone gently pulled her hand away.

She blinked again, focusing. “Jay?”

“Hey, sleepy head.”

“Why aren’t you with Will?” He was supposed to be keeping an eye on him along with Connor. He shouldn’t—

“I am,” Jay said, grinning as he stepped back.

Bex squinted in the dim light, looking around the room. Mouse was on her other side. Chris and Cindy were…on a couch? Where did that come from?

Wait.

Was this a different room?

A quiet chuckle on her right had her turning to see Connor standing beside…another bed? And—

“Will?”

“Surprise!” He waved at her while Connor did jazz hands.

“How—”

“They decided to put all of their problem cases in one room,” Jay said, quirking an eyebrow at her. Chris snorted and Cindy shook her head, leaving the couch to go and stand beside Connor.

“Ignore them,” Cindy said, wrapping an arm around Connor’s waist. “It was his idea and he made it happen too.”

“Thank you,” Bex whispered to him and he came over to give her a smooch on her forehead.

“Now I can keep an eye on you both,” he said,

“Can we bring Emery in here too?” Bex asked hopefully, but Connor shook his head.

“Not yet,” he said. “She’s needs to stay in the ICU, but I promise you they’re keeping a close eye on her and she’s doing really well.”

“For now, you focus on resting,” Chris said, turning a stern eye on her and Will. “Both of you.”

Bex looked over at Will and he smiled at her again. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” she said, trying her best not to tear up again at the sight of him. Here. Alive.

“You know what I think would help us rest right now?”

“What?” Bex asked, voice going hoarse.

“French fries.”

They both laughed and then groaned, clutching at their sides.

“Okay, maybe this wasn’t the best idea,” Connor said, shaking his head at the two of them.

“No,” Bex said. “It’s perfect.”

***

Statesville Correctional Center

The guard—Peters—stood outside of the cell, shifting his weight on his feet nervously.

He was the perfect kind of lackey. Easily bought and yet ferociously loyal after the fact. And still wary enough of the stories he’d heard to have a healthy amount of fear during their dealings.

He’d certainly lasted longer than some of the others.

And he was proving himself to be quite diligent.

“That name you wanted me to keep an ear out for,” Peters said. “It came up. There was an attack.”

That deserved attention. “What happened?”

“Domestic of some kind, it sounds like? Trying to help her friend?” Peters shrugged. His attention to detail would need to be addressed. All in good time.

“And?”

“And what?” Peters squinted at him.

“How is she?”

“Oh! She’s alive, but it sounds like she’s pretty banged up,” Peters said. “They got her at Med.”

A hospital stay.

Hm.

Distressing.

He should send flowers.

“Thank you, Peters,” he said, dismissing the man. “Let me know if you hear anything else.”

Waiting until Peters was on the other side of the doors, he headed back to his bunk, digging out his phone. A few messages had his plan in motion.

But what to send?

He couldn’t include a card. Not yet. It was too risky.

But flowers had their own beautiful language. If he picked carefully, there would be no way his songbird wouldn’t know they were from him.

***

Sunday

***

Cindy

“More flowers!” Cindy exclaimed as Chris accepted another delivery.

Will and Bex’s room was almost overflowing with flowers and balloons and treats that neither of them were cleared to eat, but that Chris, Connor, Jay, and Mouse were steadily working their way through.

“Oh, those are beautiful.” Cindy took the bouquet of red asters and set them over by the window. She plucked out the card and, hunh, that was funny. “They say they’re for Bex, but there’s no message or name on it. Any idea who they could be from?”

Bex frowned as she stared at them. “No,” she said. “I feel like everyone I know has already sent something so I have no clue.” She frowned harder. “I want to be able to thank them though.”

“Why don’t we post a picture,” Cindy suggested, scooping up Bex’s phone. “We can put it on all of your accounts so you can say thank you and mention there was no name on the card. Maybe it was just a mistake and whoever they’re from will speak up.”

“That’s a good idea.” She sighed. “Would you mind doing it? I’m not supposed to look at screens still.”

“I’m on it,” Cindy said, setting up the shot. “Hashtag, beautiful flowers. Hashtag, mystery gift!”

Bex giggled a bit which was exactly what Cindy had been hoping for. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Ten bucks says Capp will try to pretend it was him,” Chris said.

“Hand it over then because he sent those daisies,” Bex said, pointing at the shelf behind him.

The rest of the guys laughed as Chris squawked and stalked over to read the card. “Hunh. He didn’t even try to piggy back on Tony’s gift. That’s a first.”

Bex wasn’t wrong about pretty much everyone they knew sending something. They’d had to be pretty firm about spacing out the visits and keeping them to one or two people at a time so Bex and Will didn’t get overwhelmed. As it was, Cindy could already see them fading.

And no wonder. Her eyebrows flew up as she caught sight of the time. “It’s lunchtime! I bet you’re all starving.” She set Bex’s phone down and started hustling Christopher toward the door. “We’ll go grab something and bring it back up here. Any requests?”

“I will eat literally anything you put in front of me,” Will said.

“Not you, mister.” Cindy waggled a finger at him. “I’ll be following your restrictions until Dr. Allen tells me otherwise.”

“Cindy, anything you can grab will be wonderful,” Connor said, reaching for his wallet. “Let me—”

“Nope.” Mouse beat him to it, handing a card over to Cindy. “This one’s on me.”

“Ooh, get extra cookies,” Jay called out from where he was lounging beside Bex’s bed.

“Thank you, Mouse,” Cindy said, ignoring the general shenanigans of the room and utterly charmed by how he blushed when she smiled at him. “Behave yourselves,” she told the rest of them. “We’ll be back soon.”

Soon turned out to be a generous estimate.

Christopher, sick of hospital food, insisted on going to a sub shop “nearby” that was apparently delicious, but still took almost ten minutes to get to. It was a hole in the wall kind of place with a perfectly worn feel that made her think his claims of deliciousness probably weren’t too far off. That and it was incredibly busy—even for a lunch time rush.

Forty minutes later, they made it back to the room with their miniature feast only to find the whole gang passed out cold.

Will and Bex were asleep in their beds. Connor was curled up in an arm chair beside Will’s bed and Jay was sacked out on one of the couches. Mouse was tucked in on the edge of Bex’s bed, one hand gently keeping hold of her un-splinted arm.

“Guess this’ll have to keep,” Chris whispered to her, smiling as he shook his head at their family. They put everything that needed to be kept cold in the fridge and left the rest on the table. Chris tugged on her hand, leading her over to the other couch and pulling her down into his lap.

Cindy relaxed back into him with a sigh.

It was the first truly peaceful feeling moment they’d had since Friday. Cindy could hardly believe everything that had happened since then. It was too overwhelming.

Took her right back to—to when Chris was here and they all rallied together, scared and unsure of what was going to happen, but helping each other through it as best they could.

It made her want to weep sometimes, how much violence and heartache her family had been through. How many scars they now bore.

“You look like you’re thinking heavy thoughts,” Christopher murmured, nuzzling his nose into her hair. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I just—” Cindy brought her hands up to press over her stomach. “What kind of world are we bringing this little bean into?”

Chris was quiet for a moment before he placed a hand over hers. “One where they’ll be surrounded by family,” he said slowly. “A family that will support them and help them learn how to be strong and smart and kind and brave and silly. It’ll be a world where they will always, always know that they are loved.” He held her close. “Always.”

She tilted her head back to look at him. “How did you get so wonderful and wise?”

“You.” Chris smiled, leaning in to give her a kiss. He gave her a little squeeze before settling the both of them into the back of the couch. “Now, come on and get comfy,” he said. “We need to get back into practice.”

“What on earth are you talking about, Christopher?”

He gestured at their sleeping family. “Gotta sleep when the babies sleep, right?” Cindy stifled a giggle and he shushed her. “I’m serious!” he whispered, fighting his own giggles. “Nap time!”

Their giggles settled down as he snuggled into her side and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep and Cindy followed him soon after.

***

Bex

Bex cracked her eyes open, smiling to herself as she watched Cindy and Chris sleep tangled up in each other on the couch.

Mouse stirred beside her. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

She thought about it for a moment before answering. “Yeah.” Definitely not all the way, not yet and maybe not for awhile, but—

“I will be,” Bex said.

Because she had her family. One that was strong and smart and kind and brave and silly and that she knew always, always loved her.

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A/N #2: If you haven't read the rest of the series, that Statesville scene is a call back to one that happened in a 'Honesty. Horrible, Horrible Honesty.' Consider this to be the start of a slow burn villain arc.

A/N #3: I'll do another 'coming up next' post for those of you who enjoy spoilers so keep an eye out for that.

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 3 months

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Jenna Jim and Pam are shook up by the wedding.

Angela I mean, talk about mouth agape. When Roy starts playing the piano and singing, Pam is like, Wha?

Jenna The whole point of this storyline- and it's interesting because talk about digital clutter, I put Roy's Wedding into my email because I was looking for tidbits from Steve Burgess, and I found these old emails between me, Greg, Alison Silverman and John Krasinski, where we were pitching different ideas. And this idea that somehow Jim and Pam would run into Roy and he would have bettered himself, like that he had grown in his time away from Pam, this was really important because it was supposed to, of course, further highlight how the same Jim and Pam are, how like growth seems to have eluded them.

Angela Not only that, but how they're disconnected. Roy and Laura seem very connected.

Jenna Yes. I do want to point out one thing in the car, which I find curious, at 9 minutes and 24 seconds, you can see Cece's car seat in the car. Makes sense. These things live in a car. But also Phillip's pumpkin seat. Usually you leave the pumpkin seed at home, right? It just clicks into the base. That's how we did it. We had a base in each car but the pumpkin seat goes inside.

Angela Yeah, you have the carrier- the carrier seat stays with the child because there's probably a base in Pam's mom's car.

Jenna Exactly.

Angela Yeah. That's a good catch.

Jenna I'll tell you what, Phillip's not going anywhere today because his pumpkin seat is in Jim and Pam's car.

#the office ladies #the office #the office edit #the office edits #jim x pam #jim and pam #married #mom and dad #parents #jim halpert #pam beesly #john krasinski #jenna fischer #gif #gifs #gifset #theofficeedit #theoffice #theofficeedits

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incorrectpinescone · 1 year

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Au where Dipper's oblivious to Wirt's feelings and his own

Dipper: Why can't the bicycle stand by itself?

Mabel,whispering: it's gonna be a bad joke isn't it?

Greg: Why?

Dipper: Because it was two tired!...Get it?Cause-

Mabel: Dipper, we get the joke it's just, errr...bro-bro, your jokes are terrible.

Dipper: Wha-no! My jokes are amazing! I mean- look, Wirt likes my jokes! Right Wirt?!

Wirt, obviously fake laughing for too long: Y-yeah, they're great! Would love to have you all my life...to tell me more jokes, of course.

Dipper: See? Someone appreciates my jokes! Wirt, your a great friend.

Wirt, internal screaming: Yeah, great friend.

Mabel and Greg, unable to hold it in, start laughing hysterically.

Dipper, upon realising his feelings ages later and remembering how this reaction went:

#incorrect quotes #dipper pines #gf dipper #gravity falls #otgw #over the garden wall #otgw wirt #pinescone #otgw greg #Mabel pines #gf mabel #good one op I chuckled!#dipper’s jokes are godawful everyone knows this and only wirt laughs #c’mon dip get a clue already #I love this thanks man #also enjoy this edited reaction image I spent a few minutes on lol #blackchrysalys

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incorrectacmilanquotes · 8 months

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Pioli, walking to his office: Please tell me you didn’t demolish Milanello while i was away for a week?

*team following in single file*

Fikayo: Absolutely not. We didn’t break anything.

Davide: We listened to Simon.

Theo: Didn’t set a thing on fire.

Rafa: Didn’t perform any ‘dangerous’ magic tricks.

Simon: Although, they did argue like yappy puppies.

Pioli: Well, I expected as much, but that’s good to hear-

Pioli: MY ORCHIDS. No one watered them????

Everyone: wha-

Pioli: Everyone OUT. *talking to dead flowers* I am so sorry it had to end like this, Marcy and Greg-

#ac milan #incorrect ac milan quotes #incorrect quotes

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You really don’t have to, but I would LOVE to read it. I’m a huge fan of the librarian reader series (maybe because it’s closer to my personality and it makes me giddy) but I would really love to see a one shot of Eddie and librarian! Reader in their high school years, just cuts of the multiple times Eddie tried asking her out. And maybe her brother being protecting of her…. Not like hating Eddie, but just giving him that like “Don’t hurt her” kinda talk. Or a short of her brother visiting town and getting to tell the kids how much fun it was to watch Eddie crush over his sister for so long until she finally accepted! Again, you don’t have to, I just think it would be really cute to see one of those or both either separately or in one story. You’re writing is really good! And it brings me a lot of joy! Thank you!

Your brother settled down at the table in your little living room, taking in the Hellfire gang that had settled around him. He'd agreed to play a one-shot when he was over this Christmas, christening your spare room as your first adult overnight guest. You smiled at him brilliantly, and adjusted your notes, Eddie's fingers finding you knee under the table.

"Now," Greg said, looking over at all of you before he looked down at the rule sheet. "Some ground rules. One, no shouting over each other. Two, please don't be weird and gross, there are children here," he said, nodding at Erica.

"I'm eleven, baldy," she snapped, before pausing. "But I appreciate it, thank you."

"No worries," Greg said, and looked back at all of you. "And third, the cardinal rule, the one that's been in place since the Year Of Our Lord 1979--" Eddie froze his ministrations under the table. "Please, Edward Munson, don't make googly eyes at my sister. Forever and ever, amen."

You groaned. "Is that still really a rule?" you demanded, looking over at the sheet. "You laminated this? You bastard."

He shrugged. "I had to keep pointing at it. That kid was fucking relentless."

Eddie buried his head in his hands. "Well, she's my girlfriend now, can we just move on with it?"

"Uh, no," Greg said, crossing his arms. "I was traumatised, Munson. You asked her out so many times in-character it was almost harassment. Your bard wrote her a song."

Dustin grinned, and leaned forward on the table. "Do tell."

You buried your head in your hands as your brother scoffed. "Which time?"

"The first?"

"Kill me," Eddie whispered. "Swiftly, with that chair leg. Please."

Greg coughed, and shifted in his seat. "Well--"

You were twelve. Your brother ruffled your hair as he sat you down in the auditorium, pulling out his own folding chair as he shushed everyone at Hellfire club. "Now, now. So, Tony and Marta are off sick," he said, rifling through his papers, "I did my duty and pulled my sister to sub, as per, but Shawn? Your second is...?"

Shawn nodded, and glanced at the door. "On his way. Yeah. He lives near me in the trailer park. He said he's always wanted to play."

You grinned. You loved rookies. It wasn't often that Greg let you sub in, citing the violence and the generally... rambunctiousness of the Hellfire crowd. But, when they were low on numbers and desperate, you could always count on your brother bringing Tinuviel into the story somehow.

The door slammed open. "Sorry I'm late," came a voice, as a lanky figure sprinted into the auditorium. "Sorry, sorry, I was being yelled at by Mr. Clarke about tests, and--"

"You!" you cried, rising up in your seat.

Eddie Munson gaped at you.

Greg quickly stood up. "This that kid that's messin' with you?" he demanded immediately, drawing himself to his full height. "The one on the football team?"

Eddie fumbled. "Wha- ah, no!" he said quickly, holding his hands up. "That's Patrick Burns! He's a dick! I'm not him! She's the girl who socked me in the eye last week."

Your brother looked at you. You nodded. He pulled you to the side. "You punched him?" he muttered, knitting his eyebrows together. "He lyin'?"

You shook your head vehemently. "He's telling the truth," you mumbled. "He had the only copy of Fellowship in the library. It was overdue by two months."

"Seven weeks," Eddie corrected, and you whipped around. He ducked slightly. "Sorry, sorry."

"Hmm," your brother said, and gestured for Eddie to sit. "Take a seat next to fair Tinuviel, Munson. We were just about to enter Rahasia."

"You punch well," Eddie muttered to you in the middle of the campaign. "For a girl."

You smiled at him, all teeth. "And you cry pretty," you sneered. "For a boy."

Eddie's heart jumped. Fuck.

"And it just went on and on," Greg complained, sipping at his water and staring down at his rapt audience. You were busying yourself with stacking some of the dice up, face bright red. Eddie was pointedly turned away from you.

"Hey, Tinuviel," Eddie said, pressing a book into your hand. "I, uh. I saw that the library copy of Two Towers had coffee all over it. And annotations. I know you hate those. So uh. I found this in my trailer."

You beamed at him. "Eddie! Thank you!"

Greg glanced down at the library copy of Two Towers inside his own backpack. What the fuck?

Or the time that you had your first boyfriend, some blue eyed blonde haired track star kid named Scott, and Eddie hadn't shown up to Hellfire for two weeks straight. You and Greg had to turn up to his trailer begging him to come back, and Greg realised that the boy hadn't even looked at him once, just leaning out of the trailer window like some winsome Juliet at you, his kid sister.

Or the time you DMed a campaign, Scott's letterman jacket slung around your shoulders, and Eddie's ranger flirted with every NPC you threw his way.

Or the time you showed up to school in a skirt for the first time, short and pleated and paired with knee high socks. Eddie's ranger was oddly silent that campaign. Greg didn't even want to think about that one.

Or the time he walked in on you and Eddie at the park, you asleep on your best friend's chest as he read aloud to you from the Smith of Wootton Major. Greg crept away.

"The lamest bit," your brother said, stealing a handful of chips from the middle of the table as Eddie curled up into a little ball of humiliation, "is that they actually tried to keep dating a secret from me. From me."

You groaned, and Eddie threw his arms around you, looking up at the ceiling. "Haven't I suffered enough?" he demanded the heavens. "Lord, please."

You huffed in agreement. "Greg, come on."

"Nah," Lucas said. "Shut up. I wanna hear this."

Greg grinned.

"I'm not blind, you know," Greg said, watching Eddie Munson crawl down the drainpipe.

"Jesus cocksucking Christ!" Eddie shrieked, leaping backward into your mother's gardenias. Greg sighed, and took a long drag of his cigarette. "How long've you -- I-- You--" He sighed. "I'm assuming you won't believe me if I said I was just gardening?"

Greg laughed drily. "Rather late to be trimming the verge, Samwise Gamgee," he said, and raised his eyebrows. "You ever gonna come clean about it?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. "Tinuviel wanted to keep it a secret," he admitted, fishing around for his own packet of cigarettes. "She thinks your mom would freak."

Greg snorted. "Our mom loves you, Eds," he said, lighting the tip of Eddie's cigarette for him, nodding at Eddie's grunted thanks. "She's waiting for you to ask."

Eddie's mouth opened and closed as Greg smoked. "I have asked," he said finally. "Loads of times!"

"In quite so many words? Hey, Tinuviel, be my girlfriend?" he asked, and Eddie frowned. "Mm. You've asked her out in-game. Hell, you guys were married in that one campaign--"

"We were fourteen!"

"Why won't you ask her properly, then?" he asked, and turned to look at Eddie properly. "Look, Eds, you're my brother, you know that. And I know you're not gonna ever be the one hurting her. This isn't that kinda talk. So why are you two sneaking around like this a pair of level five rogues in Saltmarsh?"

Eddie said nothing for the longest time. "I just," he started, looking out into the night. "If I have her," he said slowly, "that means I can lose her."

Greg blinked.

"Like. She's not mine right now. We're not dating. She could go off and kiss someone else at a party and I won't have to get mad because that won't matter, right? Like, we're going to prom together as friends because that meant she wouldn't have to turn me down as more than friends. There's no losses. This isn't gonna be, I dunno, the biggest heartbreak of my life when she finally goes off to college and marries some investment banker that lives somewhere in New York. We're just friends. So we can stay friends. And I won't have to be the idiot guy that fell in love with the prettiest goddamn elf dancing in the glade."

Greg swallowed slowly. "That was lame," he said finally.

"Fuck you, man," Eddie laughed, and grinned at Greg. "You know what I mean."

Greg shrugged. "She's worth it," was all he said. "You know she is."

Eddie sighed. "I'll ask her after grad," he said finally. "So she can leave easy after the summer, and I won't have to see her when she eventually says no."

Greg shook his head. "She won't, you know."

"Nah. I don't."

Eddie fiddled nervously with his rings as Greg excused himself from the Hellfire table for a smoke break, following the older man out. "This is familiar," Greg said, glancing at Eddie on the porch.

Eddie smiled nervously. "I mean. I guess," he said weakly, glancing inside at where you were herding the kids around the table for lunch. He watched as your ringed hands danced through Dustin's hair, pulling plates of roast chicken toward the boys. "I mean, I finally nutted up and did it."

Greg snorted. "I mean, sure." He paused for a moment, and watched as Eddie attempted to say something. "Dude. Whatever it is you're gonna say, you have my blessing."

Eddie froze. "What?"

"I'm not stupid," Greg murmured. "Never have been."

"No, I know--"

"So ask her," he said, rocking back on his heels. "Go and get her, Beren."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x librarian #s: the song of beren and luthien

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mysteriouslee · 7 months

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Day 1

(Anticipation)

lee!Greg ler!Rodrick (I just finished chapter 82 of dysfunctional perspective).

"GREG YOU FUCKING NUMBNUT"yelled Rodrick as he rumaged the house for his little brother. Greg went into the basment and closed the door, stupidly not locking it. It was dark and quiet, too quiet. If his brother doesn't kill him, he'll have quite a story to tell.Greg began to take a sigh of relief but that was when he heard a yell.

"GREG, WHEN I FIND YOU, IM GONNA WRECK YOU TILL YOU CRY" said Rodrick.

Gregory wondered why his eldest brother couldn't just say tickle, but then again he didn't understand his brother for the most part.

Suddenly his mom came in. Shit he thought.

"Hey sweetie, whatcha doing in here,please come out. That was when Rodrick spotted him. They stared at eachother and Rodrick worded out to him.

"I'll get you later"

A week had past and Greg had been unusually jumpy, Rowley thought it was weird but he didn't need to know.

Greg went home that afternoon, expecting a jumpscare or a random tackle, but nothing....

He went to storm in to Rodrick's room and as he busted open the door, Rodrick looked as if he had been expecting him.

"Wha-"muttered Gregory before he was cut off.

"What gives, you ask?"said Rodrick as he sat down in a chair like a villain from a movie.

"Yeah but..."Greg was once cut off again.

"It's simple science, my wimpy sibling. I made you wait for it. I knew drawing it out would drive you absolutely insane and you knew that I would be out for revenge after what you did" said Rodrick.

(It's up to interpretation what Greg did)

Greg stumbled back and looked for is get away but he literally walked right into Rodrick's hand. Rodrick pounced on him.

"MOM!" yelled Greg.

"Isn't this what you've been waiting for? Mom left 20 monutes ago so you have no where to run" said Rodrick.

Greg gulped, his demises finally upon him.

Rodrick blew raspberries into Greg's stomach and Gregory screamed loud enough to Frank who was in the living room.

"Shit" said both boys in unison.

#sfw tickling #tickle fanfic #tickling community #sfw tickles #tickle blog #tickle community #lee!greg #ler!rodrock #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #greg heffley #rodrick heffley #susan heffley #frank heffley #tickletober

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pearlplusau · 8 months

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Pearlplusau Chapter 10 Part 1 - The Farewell

It’s been weeks after Rose’s big announcement. It took a while, but the gems were able to accept her decision despite how scared they all were for the future.

Greg was trying to come up with new songs for his unborn child. He didn’t want to go for the easy stuff like the star song or that sheep thing. He wanted to make his own nursery songs despite not knowing much about them. He figured simple and catchy would do the trick.

During the final month of the pregnancy, Rose had been conducting meetings on the future of the clan after she was gone. She talked about the other gem monsters roaming around corners of the planet. She talked about how they need to be contained and do what’s best for them. She talked about how the planet will need its guardians despite its peace for now. The gems didn’t want to upset their leader and listened well. They didn’t want their last moments together to be anything but good.

Normally, a pregnant couple would be having visits with a gynecologist or an obstetrician. But Greg figured it might not be a good idea to have Rose on the local news with the front pages screaming, “HYBRID ALIEN CHILD FOUND PREGNATED BY IMMORTAL ALIEN!” So, to minimize the risks of Rose or the baby getting whisked off to a lab for experiments, they figured to keep things on the down-low until the birth. This meant going to zero doctors for any of the pregnancy checks. Even getting an ultrasound might not be such a good idea with the local clinic.

It also meant not knowing what gender the baby was until he or she was born. Fortunately, neither Greg nor Rose cared too much about the sex of the baby. It also kept things exciting until the baby was finally born.

It was a week before the baby’s birth. Greg and Rose had been busy prepping for the arrival of the baby. They had been closely studying how Vidalia looked after the now toddler sour cream. She also gave her own pointers and experience of the newborn experience by feeding him, changing his diaper, and generally making sure he was out of harm’s way. The single mother was a great source of information, cuz now Greg knew where to get all those baby stuff without costing him his van. Vidalia also found a list of pre-birth activities for parents to try out. She had them listed out herself when she found out she was pregnant but didn’t get through the first few items on the list. One of them was a video recording for the unborn kid to see.

It was a day at the beach. Rose and Greg were doing their favorite thing at the waters: Getting sand between their toes. But today is a different beach day, today is a beach day with a video camera.

Rose had this idea to film their day at the beach for the unborn baby so they’ll get to know their mother, even if it’s a short five minute video of her rambling at the beach. She held up an old video camera they borrowed from Vidalia. After some briefing by Greg on the simple but also ancient form of audio-visual capturing technology, she got the hang of it rather quickly.

For most of the day, Greg wasn’t even aware that Rose was recording with the tiny audio-visual capturing device. Rose also didn’t want to alert him that could likely make the day weird and unnatural. She was able to secretly record a bunch of beautiful little moments like the beauty of the gem temple (in its original, non-beach house version), the peaceful waves, and Greg’s interactions with the seagulls (or the same one). She recorded a few more but ultimately was found out by Greg.

Greg peeked into the gallery and found various close up and far away shots of the beach, the waves, and the sea. “Wow, looks like you’ve been busy while I took a nap.”

“And speaking of napping…” Rose pressed a left arrow button and went through the gallery. She found that clip of Greg waking up from his nap. She giggled and teased him when he realised what it was. “Here’s a recording of you getting startled by that seagull.”

Squak

Agh! Wha! Who- *heavy panting* (Rose giggled uncontrollably while Greg looked at her, confused.)

(Hopefully, this goes without saying that these are screenshots of an episode and that I owe none of these.)

The reliving of the incredibly hectic moment made Greg furrow his eyebrows and face somehow.

Greg noticed his receding hairline and turned away in slight embarassment, “Hehe, yea, I remember that pretty well.” He said while patting his dangerously balding head.

She pointed the camera towards the beach again to proceed with her recording, but Greg had a little skit in his mind. While Rose was filming the glistering sea, Greg got into frame and crab-walked into the focus, making Rose giggle and lose focus on the scenery. “Hehe, what are you doing?”

“Making this fun than it already is.” He replied while crabwalking from the other side of the frame.

After that, they filmed a bunch of other schenanigans that involved more goofy scenes and some rare interactions with the local white sea birds (seagulls). The filming was a lot of fun until-

“Oh wait! I have an idea.” She turned the camera to focus on Greg, startled by the sudden attention. The camera zoomed in and focused on Greg. “Let’s record ourselves for the baby! We’ll do little introductions so they’ll get to know us better when they get to see it!”

She pressed record and prompted a very nervous-looking Greg. “Come on,” Her voice was very gentle as well as very encouraging.

“Sorry, getting a little stage fright here.”

“Tell us about yourself.”

“My name is…Greg. Nono wait this is all wrong!”

Rose paused the recording and set the camera down, “What is it Greg?”

“I thought of an idea, wait here a sec.” He ran off and came back with a guitar and a pair of sunglasses. “Alright, I wanna look cool for the baby, so I’ll pose on that rock with the guitar like im on stage or something. We can even do some kind of transition thing, here, let me show you which buttons to press.”

Rose resumed filming at the sand until Greg shouted his cue, “Okay… now!”

Rose panned the frame up to Greg with a guitar in hand. “They call me…*strumstrum* Mr Universe! Get ready baby! You’re gonna have the coolest dad in this side of the cosmos!” Dododododdododdo (Air guitar). “Press the button Rose!”

“Oh!” She pressed a button but it was a wave of light shining across the screen. “Is it this one?”

Greg, being pretty far away from the camera, wasn’t sure. “Uhh, maybe?”

“What about this one?” Upon pressing, a star shaped outro frame transitioned from the outer frame into the middle of the frame, which ceased the recording. “I think I did it!”

“Alright! Let’s see the video!” Greg prodded over with the guitar strapped to his body and investigated the recording. “Hmm, hows about we do another take?”

Take 2

“They call me…*strumstrum* Mr Universe! Get ready baby! You’re gonna have the coolest dad in this side of the cosmos!” Dododododdododdo (Air guitar)

“I press it now right?” Rose asked.

“Do it!” Just as Greg said it, his foot slipped off the rock and had him fell on his butt. For an even more entertaining scene, a seagull landed on the tip of his guitar like it was all an orchstrated act.

Greg, embarrassed from the fall, faced Rose and asked, “Can we cut that part out?”

Rose, trying really hard to hold in her giggles, said, “Nono, its perfect.”

The video camera was depleted most of its battery, but the couple didn’t really take note of it.

The camera started recording again and the screen showed Greg sitting on the beach with a seagull nearby. Rose giggled as she recalled how the seagull had been an intrusion at the last recording. “Heh, maybe it’ll help you with your intro this time.”

While Rose recorded what she wanted to say to Steven and Nora, the video was aimed at Greg and the seagulls he befriended. She didn’t mean to be filming them while she was talking to the baby, but it felt right if she was talking about the beauty of the planet and its living beings.

“Norah, we can’t both exist. I am going to become half of you. And when you love yourself, that’s me, loving you and loving being you. You’re going to be extraordinary. You’re going to be a human being.”

Greg, from a distance, seemed to have something in his hand that he was going to share. Seeing how excited he was, her eyes lit up with the same level of ecstacy before ending the recording.

“Take good care of them Nora.” Rose ended the recording with the star outro, making the zoom sound as Nora’s recording came to an end.

“Rose,” Greg came over to her with what seemed to be a rock on his hand, “Check out this cool rock I found in the sand.”

On the palm of his hand was a simple white rock that had been in the erosion process for a while. Rose noticed the smooth texture of the rock while also spotting tiny holes that were not visible to the human eye. There was something familiar about the rock tho, something Rose didn’t notice at the first glance.

“If you turn it around, you’ll notice it looks awfully familiar…” Greg teased while Rose was still trying to decipher the rock puzzle.

It took her a while, but the rock was beginning to look like a deformed shape of the number 2. “Is it… because it looks like a bird?”

“Not just any bird!” He handed her the artifact. “It looks exactly like the seagull that scared the living daylight out of me!”

Upon closer inspection, Rose noticed the resemblance between the rock and the aforementioned seagull friend. Her starry eyes and ecstatic gleam showed how, once again, everything on this beautiful planet can surprise her even after residing longer than any living being on Earth.

*Beep beep, beep beep*

As the pink lady was further admiring the incredible parallel between the rock and its live counterpart, who was squeaking and picking at the sand, there was a quick but brief beeping sound coming from the video camera right next to her. However, she was too entranced with the rock in hand to take note.

Greg picked up the device to see what the fuss was about. There was a pulsing red battery symbol and a box of text was shown on the screen.

Warning: Battery lower than 10%, please plug in.

“Huh, that’s not good.” Greg turned to Rose with the low-battery display. “Hey uh, Rose? The battery is almost gone. I think its time we head back to Vidalia’s for that charger.”

Rose, now broken from the seagull-rock trance, was not following. “It’s almost gone? Oh dear, is it dying? I can heal it with my tears!”

“Nono, no.” Greg put a stop to it before Rose could think of anything upsetting. “It just needs power from the charger port at Vidalia’s house. We can come back another time.”

“Oh uhm, about that.” Rose explained how she planned to guide the gems in the next few days until the expected birth date. “There’s still a lot of things for us to cover. There might not be another time for another beach day.”

Greg didn’t want to interrupt her time with important gem stuff, so he decided on a better idea. “Why don’t we just stay a bit longer? We don’t have to get it charged right away. The recordings will still be there when we get it charged.”

“Really? Oh that’s wonderful Greg! Don’t worry, I just have one more thing to record. I just finished my message to Nora. I’ll need a bit of time to document what I want to say to Steven. After that, we can head back to revive this little fella if it ever dies out.”

The soon to be father checked the battery on the video recorder. “Alrighty, looks like there’s still enough juice for one more video.” He gave a thumbs up before he handed back the camera and continued, “So you’re really committed to this whole Steven or Nora thing huh?”

“Well of course.” Rose responded, “Those are the two names we’ve narrowed down, weren’t they? We’ll know which name we’ll use when the baby’s born.”

“Will do. Guess I’ll leave you to your messages.” Greg, being a considerate boyfriend, gave Rose her space, plopped onto the sand a few feet further away, and stared into the waters with his new seagull companions.

After Rose ended her recording to Steven, she went up to Greg for a little kiss on the beach. But when she returned with Greg, she couldn’t turn the device back on.

“Guess it finally ran out of juice.” Greg commented. “Come on, let’s head back and charge this bad boy!”

As the pregnant couple walked back to the van, Rose asked Greg if he could edit the film and create two separate tapes for Steven and Nora. The order of the video should go by sceneries, shenanigans, and then the message.

Greg was hauling almost all the beach equipment on his left shoulder. He was doing his best to adjust everything, so nothing falls off. He contemplated and asked, “Even the embarassing ones?”

“They’re not embarrassing! They’re perfect just as they are!”

“Okay sure, we can watch the final product after tonight together. But, here's a head-scratcher,” He reached for her left hand with his free right hand and turned her towards him, “How will you know which tape to keep for the baby?”

“Oh that’s easy!” Rose grinned at the question. “I’ll ask her when the time is right.”

That… doesn’t really clear things up much. For a moment, Greg was very confused.

“Ask who?” He took a moment to register and remembered, “Oh right, Garnet. Sees the future and all.”

Rose giggled and nodded. It was too early for anything to be solidified, so Rose wouldn’t be consulting the fusion anytime soon. She just needed enough time for her to put everything in their place.

End of part 1

(A/N: It's me, hi. Tbh my drafts for this chapter started last year but as I've mentioned in the previous post, life stuff happened. I went for my master degree in the capital city, while also working part-time at a nearby cafe.

It took some time to research on what Rose said to both Steven and Nora in the tapes. But I also couldn't just repeat everything she said into one single fic, that would be too much to read. So I briefly touched on what Rose wanted to say and focused more on the in-betweens as well as the before and after recordings.

I have also been studying on literature that introduces the different stylistic tools for emphasizing certain points or scenes in a piece of writing or a movie. I won't be listing out every single one of them here, but one brief analysis I can offer is the scene where Rose points the camera at Greg and the seagulls while talking to Steven and Nora. It's the perfect use of Imagery, which conveys the tone of the speech in a calming, peaceful manner. You can't think its a random scene to be paired with Rose's speech about the beauty of human life. Think about it, why else would she be talking about the beauty of Earth while also capturing the visuals of the different inhabitants of the planet. The purpose of this scene is to illustrate and emphasize the uniqueness and distinctive experiences of the different living beings. (With the examples and descriptions provided by Rose.)

But anyways, I've been studying on the importance and relevance of certain writings and now I can't read much without overthinking "Why did they have to write it this way? What possible implications or meanings they are trying to emphasize?" It's basically what I've been dealing with most in this chapter writing process.

Hope I didn't bore you guys with my brief analysis. Anyone here with an interest in language or literature might be able to power through what I've written but this kind of thing isn't for everyone to enjoy.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this and be on the look out for part 2 coming up in the next few days! See ya!)

#pearlplusau #writing #fanfiction #stevenuniverse #rosequartz #greguniverse #Lion3straighttovideo

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Sicker than a dog-Rodion/Gregor (Limbus Company)

Summary: In which after spending the night together Rodion is woken up by a sick Gregor

Gregor was used to waking up in the middle of the night, but usually, that was from nightmares or night terrors gripping him rather than the nausea that currently was.

A low moan drifted from his lips as he shifted in bed for a moment trying to get comfortable in his sleep despite the sharp cramps rolling through his belly.

He rolls over in bed shifting a bit closer to Rodion who lay naked beside him, something that wasn’t rare but comforting in its own right.

The two of them had grown rather close strangely enough, something Gregor had been surprised by at the time. Happy, a bit embarrassed, and bashful but happy. However, he had been worried of course about many things.

His arm in particular was something that occupied his mind rather often, More than he liked the damn thing to. It was little more than a parasite grafted to his skin against his will and if he could rip it off without consequences he would have.

Truthfully that had been the main worry for Gregor when he and Rodion hooked up the first time, since the arm could react to sudden strong bursts of emotions Gregor experienced.

Something that was useful in a fight for sure but not so much during sex. Gregor was used to looks of revulsion and disgust as he went about whatever life he could make for himself.

So their first time had been in Rodion’s room, with Gregor getting plowed over her bed in the dark with the lights off.

Gregor shifted again, a soft whimpering leaving his lips when a particularly awful growl tore through his bloated gut bringing a horrible ache with it.

His hand goes to his arm gripping it tightly enough for his fingernails to dig into the insect shell. It’s a subconscious act for him at this point, hell if he were alone he would have wrapped his arm up tight as he usually did.

Suddenly he feels hands on him, gentle ones, shaking him. It startles him halfway into fearful awareness, and his eyes open blearily to the sensation of his entire body burning from the inside out, his gut feeling as if he’d been punched in it and sweating cloaking his body.

He can hardly see through his blurry vision without his glasses not to mention the confusion thrumming through him. He pants and gasps for air eyes darting around frantically unsure of where he was.

Beneath his iron-clad grip on his insect arm, he can feel it tremble slightly as if threatening to lash out. Gregor blinks and suddenly Rodion is in front of him, gentle hands cupping his face forcing him to meet her concerned gaze.

Upon seeing her, Gregor freezes momentarily, his heart pounding in his chest as his breathing shudders with each exhale. It almost feels as if he’s coming up from underwater, the confusion and clarity beginning to mix slightly as his vision clears a bit more. At least what his eyes will allow without his glasses.

“H…uh?”

A smile of relief crawls across Rodion’s face and through his feverish haze and confusion Gregor can’t help but think that she’s beautiful.

“You had me worried for a sec Greg,” she sighed as she stared at him, watching as those glassy dark brown eyes did their best to focus on her.

His eyebrows furrowed at her words, his lips tugging into a slight frown although it looked more like an adorable pout to Rodion. “…wha? I worried you,” he mumbled as he blinked slowly.

“Yep, you were practically writhing in bed and whimpering, sounding like you were having a nightmare. You feel really warm though…”

As Rodion spoke she drew one of her hands away, her other still cupping Gregor’s cheek, the soft stubble of his short beard tickling her palm.

In response to Rodion’s words Gregor slumped forward a bit, a softly mumbled “Oh” leaving his mouth alongside a hiccup.

After a minute or two more awareness comes back to Gregor’s eyes when his stomach makes a particularly harsh gurgling noise causing him to give a sharp hiss of “Scheiße”

as he brings his hand to it.

Now that he was fully aware the nausea and pain that had been tormenting him in his sleep made itself known tenfold, his stomach seeming as if it were churning like a frothy whirlpool.

The nausea hits like a sucker punch honestly leaving him dizzy as he squeezed his eyes closed, curling in on himself slightly.

Rodion’s eyes widened at that, her eyes going down to Gregor’s stomach in surprise, only to grow even more surprised when she saw how bloated it was even beneath the hand Gregor had on it.

Honestly, she didn’t like the way the color had drained from his face, leaving it pale but with an almost green tinge.

“Greg? You doing alright,” her voice is weary, her eyes looking for the small trash can she saw earlier in the room.

Gregor slowly opened his eyes halfway and sighed. Slowly he moves his hand from his stomach and brings it to his face to wipe away some of the sweat clinging there.

“Feels like the bus ran me over if I’m gonna be honest,” he mumbled with a frown as he shifted carefully to sit on the edge of the bed, his face resting in his hand.

Rodion moved carefully, grabbing the trash can that sat in the corner of the room, before returning to Gregor’s side.

He has his hand on his stomach once more rubbing it almost absentmindedly. His eyes are closed as he takes measured breaths through his nose. His face, no, his whole body truthfully is cloaked in sweat.

Gregor swallows thickly when the wave of harsh nausea seems to wash over him, leaving him feeling like his stomach had been thrown into a washing machine.

When Rodion sits by him and places the trash can down, although she’s careful it has a distinctly wet sound hiccup leaving his lips. Her free hand goes to his bare back, scowling when she feels the skin slick with sweat.

“Greg, hun do you want me to do anything for you,” she asked as she peered into his face the best she could, her hand still on his back.

There’s a soft groan and Gregor gives an audible swallow as drool drips lazily from his lips into the trash can on the floor. “You…should go,” he just manages to slur out as he shifts slightly, almost curling in on himself as if to hide.

His words made her pause her scowl only deepening for a moment her hand falling away from his back before she sighed softly. She had a feeling he’d say that truthfully considering how Gregor could be at times, the self-loathing and fear he did best to keep under wraps lest his insect arm reacted.

Hell just getting him comfortable enough to get to the point of being able to see him during sex not to mention this had been an uphill battle.

She understood though honestly, Rodion would be lying if she said she’d never felt that type of self-loathing and fear in her lifetime. Although nowadays she was better at hiding and forgetting it than Gregor was.

Another sigh leaves her lips when Gregor gags emptily bringing up nothing despite the sickly gurgling from his stomach. She reached out again laying a hand on his back once more and although he flinched ever so slightly he still allows her to touch him.

“Gregor, Greg, listen I’m not leaving you alone like this,” she told him her voice coming out a bit rougher than she meant it to. The persona she wore of a party girl beginning to slip ever so slightly. “Look trust me it’s not the first time I’ve seen someone sick nor is it the first time I’ve seen someone spill their guts you know.”

Gregor is quiet for a moment his body shivering and trembling for not only nausea but fear, it wasn’t exactly like he had a good grip over his emotions at the moment though. “But it’s gross,” he half mumbled half slurred in between the drool overflowing his mouth and dripping into the bucket.

“Gregor”

Her voice is soft but reprimanding almost resembling some sort of secret order wrapped in sweetness and Gregor doesn’t know if the slight shiver that runs up his spine for a moment is caused by whatever virus he caught or her.

Before he can put more thought into a harsh retch tears from his throat causing him to lurch forward only to leave him coughing emptily afterwards as he brings nothing up. It’s painful honestly causing the ache in his gut to amplify as he clutches it with his human hand.

The nausea has him panting and dizzy, weakness gathering in his entire body as he feels himself slump against Rodion a bit.

She sighed at the action before glancing down at his gut, not surprised to see how bloated it was. She shifted slightly, softly shushing Gregor when he whimpered, a cute little noise if she had to admit it.

“Hold still a sec okay hun?”

At her words, Gregor gives a slight nod, although he can’t help but tense up slightly when he feels her hand on his stomach attempting to nudge his out of the way.

“Now now, don’t move,” Rodion told him, although, through the hazy fog of dizzying nausea and pain, he does notice that her voice is firmer than usual coming off more as an order.

And Gregor has the faint thought somewhere that he wants to hear that sweetness from her again, merely whimpering softly as he slumps against her more, allowing her hand to replace his own.

Rodion lets out a sharp hiss, eyes narrowing when she feels Gregor’s stomach writhing like a ball of snakes beneath her hand, hitching and lurching but refusing to empty itself.

Almost absently mindedly she takes her other hand and gently cards it through Gregor’s hair, watching as he practically melted into her touching for a moment. Something about this was admittedly a bit adorable although she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it.

“There there, ready Greg? I’m gonna lend a hand,” she told him as she shifted him slightly ignoring his nauseated groans and whimpers at the movement as she grabbed the trash can from where she’d placed it before.

She holds it up so that it’s right beneath his mouth making sure it was in the perfect spot, after all last thing either of them would want is a ginormous mess to clean up.

“Alrighty Greg, try and bear with me for a moment,” Rodion told him, with that being the only warning she gave before sharply pressing on his stomach a bit.

That seemed to have a decent amount of clarity suddenly springing into Gregor’s eyes, as he suddenly lurched forward, a sickening burp rumbling from his mouth immediately followed by a large gush of watery, pale brown vomit.

It splattered heavily in the trash can, instantly adding to its weight. Rodion couldn’t help the slight wrinkle of disgust that flashed across her face for a moment.

After all, although this definitely wasn’t the first time she’d seen someone vomit it didn’t make it any less disgusting.

For a few moments the vomit streams from Gregor’s mouth steadily before choking off as he begins coughing harshly and spits a curse.

“…Rodion, you-“

A soft giggle cuts off Gregor’s slurred words as Rodion shifted a bit closer to whisper into his ear, his voice sweeter than syrup in a way that he can’t help but simply listen.

“I’m just helping you, Greg. It’s alright~”

Gregor hiccups wetly as his stomach lurches and he leans back over the trash can, mouth open allowing threads of drool and bile to drip into it.

It isn’t long before he’s gagging wetly once more and he feels Rodion’s hand moving along his stomach, her touches gentle this time as she rubs careful circles along his stomach.

The next gag is way more productive, a harsh choked gargling noise tearing from Gregor’s throat as a surge of thick, chunky, pale brown almost beige vomit splattered into the trash can.

Rodion does her best not to think of the fact that it almost looks similar to an oatmeal she used to eat in the backstreets. Instead focusing on keeping Gregor as calm and comfortable as he could be at the moment.

A part of her found a slight morbid fascination in the way she could feel his bloated stomach deflating a bit beneath her hand as he did his best to get up whatever was sitting in his stomach.

It brought back memories of doing the same for Sonya years ago when the cheaper liquor he had got the best of him.

Gregor’s warmth was nice as well even though it was coming from a fever, that dazed and confused look in his eyes had made him look even more adorable than she already thought he was.

Before she knew what she was doing she let out a soft giggle. “There you go Greg get it all up~” Her hand presses a bit on his stomach again not too hard but definitely a noticeable nudge that upsets his stomach even more.

As Gregor lurched forward again Rodion couldn’t be sure but whether it was due to his fever, embarrassment, or a third reason she could’ve sworn she saw Gregor’s face turn a little bit redder.

This last wave sounds and looks painful for Gregor to bring up, and Rodion isn’t surprised when his gut seems to make a loud glorping noise before sending it up.

It’s mostly chunks this time and thick, the mess slowly falling from Gregor’s mouth and landing into the trash can it streams from his lips for a good few seconds to the point that Rodion is worried that he hasn’t taken a breath in a bit.

Eventually, though it tapers off and he all but slumps bonelessly against Rodion’s side his face a mess of tears, saliva, and bile as hollow burps and still nauseated hiccups leave his mouth.

Rodion carefully sets the trashcan down, doing her best not to look inside of it, although she still makes sure it’s in reach in case Gregor needed it.

She turned a bit wrapping her arms around him as she pulled him a bit closer allowing him to rest his head on her chest. “Feel any better hun,” she asked gently as she carefully tilted his face to look up at her.

A part of her was strangely satisfied to see his dazed glassy dark brown eyes glancing away from her as Gregor looked almost embarrassed. Shy even.

He clears his throat and Rodion can’t help but smile slightly as the blush on his face grows a bit mixing with the feverish flush already present on his skin.

“Still…feel like the bus ran me over…” he murmured, nearly mumbling the words.

For a moment Rodion’s eyes roved over him an action that made Gregor squirm slightly in her grasp, her eyes were strangely critical as if she was holding him under a microscope to examine him.

Her eyes dipped lower for a moment, a small satisfied but warm smile on her lips when she noticed the slight erection he had.

Even when he was miserable and sicker than a dog her teasing and touches still had that effect on him. That control.

“Aww, let’s get you cleaned up a bit then back in bed so you can rest then. I know it was hard but you did well Greg,” Rodion told him as she stroked his hair.

A soft giggle leaves her mouth as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You did very, very well~”

#emetophilia #limbus company #my writing #sickfic #gregor limbus company #rodion limbus company #hurt/comfort #Rodion may be a little bit into it ngl

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