#i am not above asking my boss permission to just prescribe myself some. up at 2am sobbing worst leg pain of my life ass

[fauvester]

I guess one fringe bennie of having RLS is that my calves are very swole... wake up every other morning wondering why my legs are sore before remembering the 100 toe lifts and 200 leg lifts and stretch routine i did to trick my lower extremities into thinking that its bedtime

[donaldresslerfanfic]

All Kinds.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 3078

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Seventy-Four

Chapter Index

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Maggie.

Heavily, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and sighed. I love everything about autumn and the winter, but I hated to leave the comfort and warmth of my bed to get up and be a responsible adult.

After I turned the alarm and left the phone on the bedside table, I stretched my arms above my head, then turned to look at a message I'd just received.

I also hated when people began bothering me when I first woke up, I needed maybe twenty minutes and a hot shower before I could be of any service. This time it wasn't a message from anyone asking me to do anything, it was Don.

"Good morning love. I'm out helping DCPD today, I will call you by lunchtime to let you know if it'll take me more time than I expect. I love you"

I hurried to text Carol, letting her know that we would be needing her today. Some days Don would tell her not to come and he would take care of Alma. He was really good with her, more than what I'd ever expected, and it was a good thing that he spent so much time with her, because I would come back home and want to be with her and he didn't have a say in how much I hogged her.

I went about my day, everything was normal, I reviewed my projects, made calls. I was about to go to the house of one of my clients when I realized that Don hadn't called me all day, and it was well past lunch.

I didn't usually worry about that, I let him do his thing and wasn't controlling, he didn't need to be controlled. The thing was: when he told me he would call me, he always did, and if he couldn't call, he would send a quick text with something along the lines of "its been busy today, I'll call you when I have time". Everytime he was busy it was the same text, as if he had it already written like an automated thing, he could press a button and leave me informed that he was at least fine.

When he didn't at the end of the day, I became worried.

I was gathering my things, rummaging in my thoughts, wondering if I should call him, when I got the call.

"Miss Ressler?" a voice came through the phone.

You never get used to those calls, the ones from the hospital, the ones who give the bad news.

"Your husband had been admitted to the ER. He was in a car accident. Just now he's been taken out of intensive care"

"I'll be right there" I said with a little voice "have they given him any medication?"

"I'm not informed of that at the moment" she excused herself.

"Well, inform anyone who is allowed to give him the medication that they do not have the permission to give him anything until I'm in the hospital"

I ended the call and took my purse. I hated the hospital calls, I hated having to talk to doctors about the patients, the patients were just cases to them, at the time it was my dad the one I had to fight for, and knowing that I would have to fight for Don a lot, already mentally exhausted me.

I arrived at the hospital, made the quick decision to not call Carol just yet, I was just going to check on Don's condition and if I had to stay through the night, I would ask my sister to take care of Alma.

As soon as I entered the hospital and was told the room where Donald was at, I headed there fully knowing that I was in for a fight with whoever I needed to fight with, because I knew that as soon as he was out of danger he was going to be prescribed pain relief medication.

When Don detoxed years ago, we did it all under wraps, no one knew about it. No one still knows about it, I silently hoped I'd gotten here soon enough to tell the doctors that he wouldn't be taking any medication. If they'd already given him something, I knew he would be strong enough to shake it, but him relapsing was something none of us wanted.

I reached the hall were his room was, seeing a doctor exit one of the rooms, the hall was crowded, and luckily he was walking towards me, we met halfway.

"Excuse me" I said, he stopped and looked up from his chart "are you attending Donald Ressler, I'm his wife"

"Ah yes, miss Ressler" he flipped through his notes until he found what he was looking for "your husband was in a car accident whilst he was in a car chase along with another members of the police department. The car collision was on the other side of where he was seated so... He only suffered a concussion, his right shoulder is dislocated and two or three ribs were compromised, along with a few cuts and bruises on his head." He finished

"That doesn't sound so bad, is he awake?"

"He's not at this time unfortunately. Also I have been told that he cannot receive any painkiller medication is that correct?"

"That's correct" I nodded, he gave me a little twist of lips.

"It may not sound like it's life threatening, but he's going to be in a lot of pain."

"He can make the decision if he wants the painkillers or not when he wakes up."

The doctor gave me a nod and closed his chart again.

"Can I see him?" I asked when he started to walk again, he motioned at the door behind him and I gave him a thankful smile.

Thankfully Don had never been in a hospital in the time we'd been together, because if I had to walk into a room and seeing him injured often, I don't know how I would do it.

Seeing him in the bed, just laying there, head bandaged, arm in a sling... It sucked, having to be strong sucked sometimes.

I left my coat in the back of the chair and sat down next to him. I tried hard not to look at him, but at the same time I wanted to make sure that it wasn't in fact something so bad.

After too much time painfully looking at his sleeping face, hoping he would wake up and tell me everything was going to be okay and it was just a scratch, I took my cellphone and sent a quick text to my sister. I let her know about the accident and that I was at the hospital, she told me she could take care of Alma for the night if I needed it.

The truth was; Don would never forgive me if I chose to spend the night with him instead of our still very dependent little girl, so I just texted my sister that I would pick her up in two hours.

After getting the child sorted, I texted my boss Oscar, letting him know of the situation. He expressed his worries and told me to take time if I needed to.

I was not in the mood to work but I had a lot of projects to finish and most of them had a due date.

Don didn't wake up in those two hours I was with him. With much reluctance I slipped my coat on and got ready to leave. I leaned in to give him a little kiss on the cheek and walked out.

Ressler.

It was supposed to be a simple car chase, and I was positive we wouldn't have gotten into the car accident if I had been the one driving, I already felt like we had been faked out in the operation, and when I told the driver that we'd been faked out and that he needed to drop the pursuit, a voice in a walkie contradicted me, and since I was in the matter of a consultant, I didn't have the authority to do anything.

When I woke up it was one am in the morning thankfully, because I could already feel a searing pain in my eyes when the light of the hallway hit me directly, mostly when someone came to check up on me.

I asked one of the nurses about my state, they told me about my injuries, hopefully I was going to be out if here by the end of the week, the problem were the ribs currently, the restraint on my arm wouldn't need to be on for more than today.

When I was left alone again, my mind quickly changed from thinking about me and the pain I was feeling, to thinking about Maggie and everything that it entailed having me in the hospital.

Her not being here already meant that she'd made the hard decision of leaving me alone and going home to take care of Alma. To me it was the obvious thing to do, but I put myself in her place for one second and it suddenly wasn't so obvious.

When the sun began rising and the room began to fill up with light I took the pillow from beneath me and covered my face with it. No one walked in for maybe two hours and I didn't find enough strength to stand up to shut the blinds and keeping the light out, and when I heard the door open I quickly spoke with a raspy voice.

"Thank God, can you shut the blinds please"

The sun was casting down on my body at this point, and when I heard the blinds being shut I stopped feeling the heat in my legs.

"The doctor said that 85% of your wounds could've been prevented if you'd put your seatbelt on"

I think I hurt myself even more when I quickly tore the pillow from my head, reacting to Maggie's voice, I winced and tried to sit straight on the bed.

"Put your fucking seatbelt on next time, or I'll strangle you with your daughter's hands" she said half threateningly, half joking, I could see her little smile.

"I'm in some pain now, I could use you showering me with love instead of scolding me" I said taking the pillow and placing it on my back again, she sat down in the little space next to me

"This is me showering you with love, put the fucking thing on next time. You don't get to die on me" she lowered her voice at the last sentence.

"I'm not going to die on you" I found her hand and held it tight "this is just a scratch"

I saw her eyes running on my face, then gave me a little smile.

"I don't think you would be saying that if you could look at yourself, you're all kinds of fucked up"

"I feel all kinds of fucked up" she gave me a little smile and rubbed my hand with hers "your should go home, be with Alma"

"If I'm not here I'm at work, it's all the same for her"

"I get it, but I prefer you be with her instead of hearing me complain in this hospital bed"

"And I prefer being with you to make sure people are treating you the best they can, they told me you'll have an x-ray in s few hours and if you're okay with the ribs your can go home tomorrow"

"My ribs aren't even broken and the dislocated arm is nothing Mags, I'll be fine if you want to leave"

"Well, I don't want to leave" she said defiantly, the moved to sit on the chair next to me.

It was no use fighting with Maggie about the aspect of company in hard times, she would drop anything she was doing to be there if someone needed her.

"I know that a dislocated shoulder is nothing, I've had my left one dislocated as well."

"How?"

"Well, I was grounded" every story Mags had to tell began with 'I was grounded'. "And I was going to miss my best friend's birthday party, Lila" she said with a shake of her hand, as if I knew just by name which one of the 20 best friends she had was Lila. "And the tree that we had in the front yard was big enough that one of the branches reached out to my room, and I'd gone down it before. I think my dad had trimmed it a bit so there weren't usual branches I would use to come down and I ended up falling from it and landed on my side. I can still hear my shoulder popping out if the socket like-" she shivered.

"What did your dad do?"

"He rushed me to the hospital, I got fixed and he doubled my grounding from one week to one month"

I snorted a little laugh and held my side, not being able to laugh completely still.

"Good grief, I've got a lot of work coming my way"

"How come?"

"Well, if Alma is going to be half as wild as you, I don't know how I'm going to handle her"

"I don't think she's going to be much trouble, I mean, I didn't have my mom, so I was definitely missing something there"

"Yeah but usually the sense of rules and duty comes from the dad"

She looked away, reflecting on my words, then gave me a little smile

"Well then you're kind of fucked"

"All kinds?"

She gave me a chuckle "all kinds"

"And what did you do to get grounded in the first place?"

She gave me a hearty chuckle, shaking her head and covering her eyes with her hand.

"Oh my God" she said taking a big breath and then chuckling again "I stole my dad's car and got in a car accident"

I shook my head and gave her a laugh myself, but had to stop to hold my side because I could feel the ribs just not being at their 100%.

"Is that the car accident your sister always pesters you about?" She looked up doubtfully "wait do I want to know how many car accidents you've been in?"

"I don't think you do" she said we the a chuckle "but to be fair I haven't gotten into car accidents with my license."

"That's worst" she gave me an innocent shrug and took my hand, she kissed the back of it, then patted it.

"You should get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up"

Hearing her say that felt as if she had casted a spell on me, because I instantly felt so tired, and sleeping sounded like a really good idea. I just think that she knew I'd been awake for almost 7 hours now. So I settled in the bed and closed my eyes.

I didn't wake up until I assumed later, because I heard a shriek, opened my eyes, and Maggie was looking at Alma scoldingly.

"I said wake him up quietly"

Alma looked so happy to see me, as soon as I woke up she bounced in Maggie's arm's. Maggie leaned her and Alma latchet to my face and began to bite my cheek.

I knew that she was going to start teething anytime soon, and her gums were itching, her bitting anything she could find was scratching her gums, but Maggie considered them kisses. I sometimes bit on Maggie's jaw out of nowhere, so I could kind of understand where it was coming from.

"Do you have pen and paper?" I asked Maggie after I held Alma on my chest with my good hand, she was still gurgling and bitting on my cheek

"I think" she said looking at the side to her purse "why?"

"To write down some notes on how to shower someone with love, your daughter is a pro already"

I saw her roll her and and give out a loud sigh, clearly done with me.

"Very funny" she said clearly unamused.

Alma pulled herself up with her arms on my chest, she was getting so big, I felt as if I could blink right now and she will be sitting in the dinning table scribbling on a page and telling me about her day at school.

"You're growing up to fast for my liking" I said to her, she looked at me and gave me a smile, as of she knew what I was telling her "did you miss me? I missed you"

"She missed you, until I took her to the bed to sleep with me, she was thrilled you weren't there then"

"Yeah? Well I am extremely offended" Alma pressed a hand to my lips, Maggie chuckled and pulled her off of me.

"We're going to go now, it's kinda late but I wanted you to see her"

"Did anything happen when I was asleep?"

"Yeah, they were going to give you the x-ray today but they finished really late and didn't have time, hopefully tomorrow first thing they'll have something for you"

I gave her a short nod, she bent to the chair to grab her purse, then swung it on her shoulder.

"Seriously, Mags, you don't need to come here"

"I don't want to be known as the wife who didn't took care of her husband whilst he was in the hospital but, I have a bunch of meetings tomorrow so, if I come it'll be after lunch maybe"

"I'll be fine, don't stress it" I gave her a dismissing wave of my hand, Maggie gave a little sad smile, then straighten her posture and smiled more, as if she wasn't fazed by my state.

"I'll see you tomorrow love" she saluted, she leaned in to give me a short kiss, I noted my skin felt tight in some places when I tried to pucker my lips to kiss her. She didn't say anything else, just left.

As soon as Maggie was out of the room i gave myself some space to complain about the pain I was feeling, somehow they'd taken out my cast without me knowing, and the struggle of having to keep my arm and hand up was very uncomfortable, I closed my eyes, and tried to sleep through the pain.

[forever-forgotten-angel]

To Be Named Soon Strip Club Fic (Prologue)

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Warning: I am currently planning this to have some Thomas/Virgil romantic elements, if that’s not your thing please move on and have a wonderful day! In addition, this story involves strippers and will likely have some explicit content at some point, so if that isn’t you thing, also please move on and have a wonderful day! Summary: Sanders Sides Strip Club AU, with a newbie Virgil who still isn’t sure about performing in front of actual people and protective club owner Thomas who just wants his employees to be happy and reach their full potential.

Pairings: Patton/Emile, Logan/Roman, Thomas/Virgil, Virgil/Remy, possibly Thomas/Virgil/Remy depending on how things go. More couples may be added. 

Hello! So if you follow myself or @organizeddiscord (which you totally should because she’s awesome, but that’s just my opinion) you’ll probably have already seen the conversation about a Stripper AU for the sides. This is what I have come up with. Hope you enjoy! PS: If anyone has a good suggestion for a name for this fic please tell me, I couldn’t think of one I liked. 

Virgil was an utter mess at fifteen.

 Granted he doesn’t think he’s that much better at present, but he thinks (or at least hopes) he’s got it a little more together.

 He’d always felt off, different. Just saying hi to people, or asking a teacher he’d had for months for a bathroom pass was hard for him. He tried so hard not to care. But he was constantly plagued with thoughts of what everyone was thinking, and saying. Still, he put on the mask of the uncaring person he wished he could be.

 He was a loner. He had very few friends, and the ones he did have were more acquaintances than anything. People he didn’t think would kick him away if he sat at their lunch table, but no one he really talked to or hung out with outside of school.

 The person he talked to the most was probably Mr. Greene, the school counselor. He was a quiet but kind man who never complained when Virgil dumped all of his problems on him. Mr. Greene had urged Virgil to get a true therapist, one who could properly diagnose his anxiety and maybe prescribe him something to help. The sweet counselor had even talked to his parents about it.

 His parents didn’t believe in therapy. They didn’t think there was anything wrong with him. He just wasn’t trying hard enough. He was too lazy. Too scared. Too weak. “Just stop being so damn shy and talk to some people like a normal human being. We don’t need to pay good money for you to talk to some old hack who’s going to put you on pills that you don’t need and will only cost us more.” His parents had tried to ban him from talking to Mr. Greene as well but they couldn’t really do that. After all, the school counselor was there for all the students

 It pissed Virgil off more than anything, because deep down he truly thought some professional help could really help him. Yet, his parents’ words wormed their way into his mind. Was there really nothing wrong with him besides being too much of a scaredy-cat to actually approach anyone?” No, that wasn’t all there was to it. He knew it wasn’t. Didn’t he?

 It was hard to remember with it constantly being shoved down his throat. “You’re just not trying hard enough.” “Stop being so anti-social.” “Join a club.” “Make some friends.” “Get involved with a physical activity.”

 That was another thing. His parents kept pushing for him to get into a sport of some kind. They’d even signed him up for a few sports at the community center they were members of. No offense to the sports themselves or those who enjoyed them, but it was just too much for Virgil. Close aggressive contact and shouting everywhere. He’d quit as soon as he could much to his parents dismay.

 It was at the community center, after a swim in the pool (one of the few activities he liked, though he enjoyed the leisure of swimming and didn’t think he’d enjoy the pressure of a competition), that he saw the flyer. Pole dancing classes free at the community center. Must be sixteen or older to apply without parental permission.

 Virgil remembered his father and mother talking about strippers once. The utter condemnation and disgust in their tone. But hey, they were the ones who wanted him to get involved in a ‘physical activity’, right?

 Virgil waited quietly until sixteenth birthday, and celebrated by signing up.

 His parents had been livid, but there was nothing they could do. Virgil was signed up, and of age to do so himself. They couldn’t cancel his membership until the end of the year. They couldn’t stop him from going, as Virgil had found ways to sneak out years ago (thank you family parties that he’d felt the need to escape from, the only thing those parties had been good for). They just had to deal.  

 Virgil was relieved when he showed up for the class and only a couple others were there. The class apparently wasn’t too popular. This didn’t seem to bother the teacher, a woman that looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, and was quite beautiful. Certainly someone Virgil would be attracted to, if he had any interest in women that is.

 The teacher’s name was Alina and she was quite laid back. She was fun and personable with the students, staring them off with some basic moves. Virgil picked up on it fairly easily, and enjoyed it far more than he would have thought he would.

 The class became his escape. Away from his peers, his parents, his worries He didn’t have to think of what everyone else is doing or if they’re going to affect him at all. He just had to be aware of his own body, his own movement, and his own limits. It was just him and the pole, a steady, unchanging, predictable partner.

 He starts showing up for the class early, eager to warm up so he can get right to dancing. It’s on one of these days that he sees Alina dancing her best for the fist time. She is up on the pole, flipping, and spinning, and swinging upside down. It’s entrancing.

 He begged the teacher to teach him how to do that. She regretfully informed him that it takes quite a bit of training to have the strength to dance like that. Luckily, Virgil used be in an advanced gymnastics class (until his parents had decided that wasn’t an ‘appropriate’ sport for him) and, while he was a bit rusty, he had kept up his body strength fairly well. Alina offered to let him give it a try.

 It was difficult at first. He gained even more respect for the people who dance like this for a living. The strength and flexibility and precision that it took was far beyond what he would have guessed. But he kept at it, coming to class early and staying late to work with Alina. And he got good. Really good. And he loved it. Being up at the top of the pole, close enough to the world to still experience it but up just high enough to be feel above his worries.

 He worked as hard as he could, building his arm strength, and his core strength, and his leg strength, until he could flip, and spin, and twirl as good as his wonderful mentor.

 His parents had been right when they said a physical activity really could help him, just not for the reasons they thought. He wasn’t cured by any means, but he felt better. And it showed in his attitude, his grades, and just his mindset in general. He had something he felt he was good at could be proud of and provided him an outlet that he desperately needed.

 He cried for a week when the end of the year comes and his parents announce that they are cancelling his membership to the center. He went to thank Alina, bringing her some lovely flowers to show his gratitude for all the extra work she put in with him, and regretfully informs her he has to quit coming to class. The surprised teacher immediately wheedles the story out of him. To his absolute shock, after hearing about his parents, she offered to continue teaching him at the club she works at, assuring him no one would be there during the day and she could clear it with her boss no problem.

 He insisted she’d be wasting her valuable time as, while he loved dancing, he knows he could never perform for a crowd. She insisted right back at him that as long as it’s making him happy and helping him then it is far from a waste of her time. She wrapped him in a hug as a few tears welled up in his eyes. He doesn’t like to admit just how tightly he hugged her back.

 And so that’s what they did. Virgil trained whenever he could with Alina, and eventually of couple of the other club dancers as well, and he kept getting better. And better. And better. The manager of the club even offered him a job a few times once he turned eighteen, somewhat joking (but not really), but Virgil remained steady in the fact that he just can’t perform in front of people.

 It was a sad day when he had to go off to college in a city that’s quite a ways away from the club. But he’d gotten a partial scholarship from the school that had really helped, as his relationship with his parents had only degraded as time went on and they hadn’t given him much and what he’d saved wasn’t enough.

 He knew almost everyone who worked at the club at that point, and they’d thrown him a going away party. There had been drinks, cake, and he’d been given a new bag for college filled with the dancers’ tips from a couple nights. He’d tried to refuse the money but they’d insisted.

 He said his goodbyes to everyone, saving Alina for last. He hugged her tightly as she assured him he’d do great in college and if not, he’d always have his dancing to fall back on, any club would hire him in a heartbeat. He laughed and once again repeated how he could never dance in front of people. She shrugged and gave him a coy look. “You never know.”

But Virgil did know.

 Or at least he’d thought he knew.

I know @organizeddiscord wanted to be tagged in this and I think @nightmarejasmine wanted to be tagged as well, actually I think they asked to be tagged twice so @nightmarejasmine lol :P. If anyone else wants to be tagged let me know.