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“Hey,” Kara said, “want to grab something for lunch?”

Seated at her desk, Lena waved her hand dismissively, even though she was only talking to Kara on the phone.

“I can’t. I have too much to do.”

“You’re the boss, you can just take off. Everyone has to do what you say.”

Lena rolled her eyes. There was a hint of teasing in Kara’s voice, but Lena meant it. L-Corp was in the final stages of a major acquisition. Lena was taking over an AI startup that was developing a key technology for one of her medical division products, and to make it viable she needed their patents, IP, and scientific talent.

“I really am swamped.”

“Can’t you spare half an hour? For me? I want to make sure you’re not starving yourself again.”

Lena sighed. The teasing was replaced with a genuine concern, now. Lena had admitted to Kara that she lost five the last time she got caught up in something for three weeks. Of everyone she mentioned it to, Kara was the only one who didn’t congratulate her. She worried, she fussed, and she fed Lena that night.

“Okay,” said Lena. “I’ll meet you in the lobby in ten, does that sound…”

“I’m already here.”

Kara then opened the door and walked in, smirking. Lena’s breath caught when she saw her. Kara had her hair in an elaborate braid and was dressed for the blistering summer heat in a green sun dress and sandals. Joy sparkled in her blue eyes and she smiled wide.

“We could get delivery,” said Lena.

“Nope! Fresh air! It’s good for you!”

Lena sighed and allowed herself to be bundle outside, throwing on a hat and sunglasses. Since she was in the office on a Saturday and had let herself in, she had dressed casually and the heat was tolerable while they walked.

They spent the trip in companionable silence. Kara walked close to her, a presence just to Lena’s right that seemed to electrify the air, like something pulling between them.

Lena noticed things. Like how Kara always walked between her and the road, and how the way her arms would swing always seemed to leave Kara’s pinky brushing the outside of Lena’s hand. Sometimes she’d mumble an apology. Sometimes not. Sometimes Lena would feel the tender touch, and find Kara looking at her oddly, a soft wistful smile on her face that made Lena melt.

Sometimes she thought about catching her hand. Sometimes she thought about stopping and meeting that look, gently asking what Kara was so intent about. She never did, because as much as she enjoyed that fluttering feeling in her belly, she was certain Kara was straight.

It was like an ache she just couldn’t stop, dull and pulsing at the back of her mind. One soft brush of Kara’s lips on her own would be more than-

“Hey,” Kara said. “You’re a million miles away.”

“Oh,” Lena murmured, realizing that she’d been staring this time. “I’m sorry, I was just thinking about work.”

There was a nearly imperceptible flash of concern and sadness on Kara’s face, the tiniest hint of a frown that made Lena want to cup her cheek and whisper an apology, but didn’t.

“This is it,” said Kara. “Try to relax, alright?”

Lena sighed her best promise and followed Kara in to a quaint little lunch spot with air conditioning and big ceiling fans mounted high overhead, and they took their seats.

Kara ordered for her -you need protein, Lena!- and she spent the next forty-five minutes picking at a turkey wrap and listening to Kara chatter excitedly about gossip and work and who was dating who at CatCo and a big story she was working on. Lena knew she had a lopsided smile on her face and was nodding along, as much for the delight of Kara’s excitement. She did little voices when she imitated her coworkers and got animated when talking about her story.

Lena barely said a word.

“You’re quiet,” Kara finally said.

I’m in love with you, Lena thought.

“I’m just tired. I was listening. You think Elliot is dating… Katie?”

Kara smirked at her.

“I wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard. There’s more to life than work.”

Kara rested her hand atop Lena’s, and Lena felt her heart flip in her chest.

“I know. I’m sorry I’ve been distant, this project just means a lot to me.”

“Let’s get you back before the building burns down,” said Kara.

Lena felt a little guilty as they walked into the bar to pay the bill. For some reason, Lena felt a little thrill when Kara insisted on paying, and the host looked at Lena and then smirked at Kara.

They turned, snd a man stepped up to Lena.

“Luthor!” he shouted. “You ruined my fucking life!”

Lena froze, wide-eyed, about to ask what she did. The man raised the gun he had hidden in the pocket of his sweatshirt and fired. The sound was incredible, stabbing at her ear drums and filling the world with a dull ringing. She stumbled back into the bar.

Kara’s fist was clenched in front of her chest, her eyes wide and expression wild. Kara snapped her attention to the gunman, who fired again.

She stepped between the gun and Lena. Five more shots went off and seemed to rumple her dress with tiny bursts of wind, but then Lena saw the bullets had torn the fabric before they tumbled to the floor.

Kara swept her hand and yanked the gun out of his hand, and it fell to the floor in a crumpled mass, sliding along the tiles.

She changed. It was as if she grew taller, wider, expression hardening. She grabbed the attacker by his collar and hauled him off the floor with one hand, and Lena felt a pang of fear as fire literally blazed in her eyes.

When she put a hand on Kara’s shoulder, the muscles were coiled like steel cables.

“Don’t” she caught herself whispering.

Kara threw him. He slid across the floor and thumped against the wall, and she strode over and planted her foot on his chest, easily pinning him. He stared up at her in naked shock.

Kara touched her ear. “Alex, get to my location asap. Someone just tried to kill Lena. We need a cleanup.”

Lena stared at her.

It wasn’t five minutes before her sister, in full tactical gear, led a team of armed agents into the cafe and bundled up Lena’s assailant, dragging him away. They took the crumpled gun and the fallen bullets and began talking to the other patrons and staff.

Lena started to shake.

Kara focused on her instantly and led her outside, where “FBI” vans were waiting. Kara stepped into one and in half a second, without seeming to break stride, stepped back into view in full Supergirl regalia.

Lena almost fell. He knees went wobbly and she slumped, right into Kara’s arms. Kara scooped her up in a single fluid motion and lifted off as Lena took a death grip on the collar of her suit and buried her face in Kara’s neck.

Moments later they lighted on Lena’s balcony. Kara pushed the door aside, ignoring the very expensive lock that popped off as she did, and carried her inside.

Bolting, Lena ran to the bathroom. Her entire body had gone cold, like she’d been dunked in ice water. She sagged to her knees and grabbed the toilet, retching.

Kara was there. A soft, reassuring hand rubbed her back while the other tenderly and expertly gathered her hair. Lena couldn’t help it; she struggled to hold on her lunch, shaking, screaming between retches.

“You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

“He almost killed me,” Lena choked out. “If you weren’t there I’d be dead.”

Kara sat down, and pulled Lena into her lap, rocking her softly until the shaking subsided before standing up, easily carrying her out of the room.

A glass of water helped. Kara was attentive, gently, softly encouraging while the adrenaline shakes ravaged Lena.

Kara was Supergirl. It seemed weirdly obvious to her now. She looked up and realized that Kara hadn’t unbraided her hair, and the effect was disconcerting. Kara took Lena in her arms again, hugging her tight.

“You’re safe. I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

Lena took in a deep breath, drinking her scent as Kara rubbed her back and did the same, burying her face in Lena’s hair.

“You’re going to be okay,” Kara murmured, “it’s alright.”

“I’m so tired of this,” Lena whimpered. “What did I do? Why did he want to hurt me?”

“You don’t deserve to live this way,” said Kara.

“Oh God,” said Lena. “I have to… the acquisition, my work…”

Kara seized her head in her hands, firmly yet gently, cupping Lena’s cheeks in her palms. Kara stared at her with shocking intensity, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Fuck your work,” Kara almost shouted. “I care about you. You, Lena! You’re more than… you… I…”

Lena stared back at her, in shock at the intensity in her voice, even moreso than the out of character f-bomb. Kara was still holding her, looking at her with such fullness of feeling, biting her lip and struggling to hold back tears and failing, that Lena couldn’t stop herself. She lunged, diving into Kara, hugging her.

Lena hugged Kara, but Kara was the one to kiss her first. Their lips met in a nearly painful crash, Kara diving into her like she might never see her again.

Oh.

It was a wild sensation, this adrenaline shock combined with the feeling of Kara’s powerful arms wrapped around her, fingers that could crush diamonds gripping her hip and the back of her neck, the way Kara stood tall over her and her boots thumped on the floor when she took a step.

“You mean everything to me.”

Lena sucked in a breath and swallowed a sob.

Oh.

“Don’t leave,” Lena chirped out. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t. I won’t.”

Lena finally felt herself slowing down, but it left her drained, barely able to stand. She slumped against Kara and stayed there, clinging to her.

“I’m going to change,” Kara murmured. “Easy.”

She lowered Lena onto the sofa and she curled in the corner, huddled in a ball.

Then Kara reached to her shoulders unclasped one side of her cape, then the other. With a flourish she swung it wide and swept it over Lena as a blanket.

“Stay right here.”

She wasn’t gone long. In mere moments she was there in a t-shirt and shorts, wrapping herself around Lena.

It took hours for Lena to finally calm down, and by then she’d fallen asleep on Kara’s shoulder. When she woke up, Kara was teasing her fingers along Lena’s scalp and singing softly. It took a moment for Lena to realize that the clipped, rhythmic language had to be Kryptonian.

“Are you okay?”

Lena nodded.

“It was different this time. People have tried to kill me before but… it was different. He was just some guy in a cafe.”

“Lena,” Kara murmured, “look at me.”

Lena looked up, meeting Kara’s soft, intent gaze.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Lena’s heart swelled. It felt so real, so true. Kara meant it, every bit of it, from the depths of her being. Lena tucked in closer to her and sighed on her shoulder.

“Work can wait until Monday,” Lena whispered.

“Tuesday,” Kara corrected.

“Can you stay tonight?” said Lena. “Just to sleep,” she added.

“Of course.”

They were silent to a while.

“Lena?”

“Yeah.”

“About earlier, if I… overstepped, I’m sorry. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

Lena sucked in a sharp breath.

“It means everything.”

“Oh,” said Kara.

[mymindcreatedthis]

Massuse in Need 18+

Reader x Katie McCabe

Warning: Smut! smut! Smut!

Word count: 4.2k

*Y/n's Pov*

"Come in" I announced to the sudden knock at my office door, checking my paper work to find out who my next appointment was with.

Katie McCabe was my next and also final appointment of the evening.

A long busy Sunday full of constant massages and treatment for the players helping them recover from the game yesterday.

I was glad I was on my last appointment, even more glad it was with Katie, someone who I get in with and can have a laugh with very well.

"Here for my appointment Y/N" Katie said as she made her way in, closing the door behind her.

"Take a seat on the bed" I said with a smile tapping on the bed.

Katie lifted herself up and she sat on the bed watching as I began to get myself prepared.

"Have you got any slight pains or achiness I need to know about so there not worsened" I question, pulling up Katie's medical records to see if anything had been noted I didn't yet know about.

"There's only one things aching right now since iv walked in this room and I think it's something you could deal with" Katie said with her cheeky smile, her strong Irish accent sounding stronger then ever.

"Stop Katie" I giggled shaking my head. I could feel my face becoming more and more red.

"Your my last appointment, please don't make this difficult" I asked putting my gloves on after reading there were no real current problems Katie was currently facing.

"Haha I'm sorry, I'll be on my best behaviour from now on, well I'll try to be anyway" Katie said with a smile. The smile I knew all too well from my 4 years of being at Arsenal that she in fact was not going to make this easy for me.

"Right then" I said with a smirk. "What are we working on today then" I questioned, standing up off my seat, making my way over to the bed.

"My hamstrings and calfs feel really tight" Katie explained to me.

"Okay, can you lay down on your stomach for me" I asked.

Katie did as I asked immediately, laying on

her stomach, her hands by her side.

I knew I shouldn't, it was bad of me but the view I had on Katie's ass was mesmerising. It made me throb immediately as it just sat there, looking so perfect, so round.

Snapping out of it I began to rub Katie's calf, digging my thumbs slightly into her muscle.

"How does that feel?" I ask.

"Uhhh, it already feels a lot looser" Katie groaned as I continued to rub up and down her calf.

After applying pressure on her calfs, I moved up towards her hamstrings.

"Can I fold your shorts up a little bit from the bottom" I asked, my eyes glued to her ass.

"Fold them up as high as you'd like" Katie laughed.

I could feel myself throb under my shorts as I began to fold her shorts up, shaking my head at her response but not giving her the answer she wanted. I didn't think I'd be able to answer with the thoughts going through my head.

The way the bottom of her ass cheeks appeared at the bottom of her shorts, practically leaking out from how big her ass truly was, was a view I'd love to stare at forever. I could feel myself growing inside my shorts.

I began to slowly rub up and down the back of her thighs the same way I did with her calf's relieving any stress her muscles may be feeling.

"Iv Umm, iv got Ireland camp soon, do you think I'd be able to book back in with you when I get back, it would be next Wednesday"

Katie asked.

"That's actually my day off, I'm sorry" I replied to Katie, resuming the massage in her thighs.

"Arhh okay, it's just iv been struggling with my legs and you're the best around, it's okay though" Katie explained.

I didn't say anything at first, my eyes still glued to the way her ass jiggled every time I pressed down on her hamstrings. I couldn't get enough of it, the view.

"I'll tell you what, come to my house on Wednesday, iv got everything at home" I offered.

"No, it's your day off I don't want to bug you, that's not fair" Katie exclaimed.

"Nope it's happening, your coming in Wednesday" I laughed

"You just can't get enough of me can you darling" Katie giggled as she spoke sarcastically.

"Don't get any ideas McCabe" I laughed back at her.

A few more minutes past filled with constant groans leaving Katie's mouth from the massage, I was done

"I feel so much better already" Katie laughed as she sat up on the bed.

"I'm glad" I smiled. "Iv sent you my address okay"

"Yeah iv got it, thank you so much Y/n" Katie exclaimed getting off the bed, grabbing her belongings

"It's okay"

*Wednesday*

Wednesday soon came around, leaving me sat nervously waiting for Katie to knock on the door.

Everything set up ready for her.

She'd been on my mind all week, so much cum wasted on the thought of her ass, not being able to get it out of my head.

I could feel myself getting hard just the thought of being able to see her again, led on through table, me rubbing my hands up and down her body.

A knock on the door soon brought me back to reality. Standing up I made my way to the door met with Katie on the other side.

"Hey" I said with a smile. "Please come in"

I followed behind her as she placed her bag on the ground. "Iv got everything ready so when your ready we can begin"

"Okay Y/N sounds good, can I use the bathroom to get myself ready" Katie's asked.

"Yeah ofcourse it's just out into the hallway, the first door on your left, tasks your time"

"Thank you"

Katie grabbed her bag back off of the floor and followed my directions to the bathroom. It wasn't long before she returned back, wrapped in a white tower, her hair put into a messy bun.

"One of the doctors at Ireland said to use this, apparently it's really good for the skin, would that be okay" Katie asked showing me a bottle of baby oil.

"Yeah of course, what ever works for you. You can get on the bed when you're ready" I said taking the bottle out of her hand.

She made her way to the bed setup in the middle of the room and suddenly dropped her towel, revealing her freshly tanned body, naked.

"Ummm Katie" I whispered

"Your okay with me like this right" Katie smirked laying on her stomach. "You'll be able to control yourself" she added with a giggle.

I didn't know what to say, or too do. I could feel my dick growing inch by inch by the second.

"I'll. I'll be okay" I stuttered.

Katie had the biggest smirk on her face as she placed her head on the bed. I couldn't help but scan her body, she was driving me crazy.

Slowly walking to the end of the bed, my dick now rick solid I popped open the baby oil. Without warning I began to slowly pour it onto her back, receiving a big gasp of air from Katie from the surprise coldness.

"Rub it in everywhere Y/n" Katie said with a hint of control.

"Everywhere" I said questioning what she said

"Yes everywhere"

I did as she said and began to rub the oil into her skin, her back, her arms. I made it to her ass.

"Fuck" I whispered to myself

"You okay over there" Katie questioned, clearly enjoying the way she was making me feel.

"Y-yes, I'm fine" I stuttered once again

"Good girl, make sure you rub it in nicely for me"

Fuck, she just called me a good girl, I couldn't take this for much longer. I did as she asked rubbing the oil into her ass nicely for her, covering every inch of her ass.

Moving onto her legs I couldn't stop staring at her ass, how it perfectly glistened as I pressed into her legs.

I began the massage as best as I could, fighting back the thoughts in my mind. Little moans leaving Katie's throat as I began to rub up her legs, pressing down into her muscles making her body move side to side, her ass non stop jiggling.

"Y/n" Katie said

"Yes" I replied mid way through rubbing down her hamstrings.

"My ass needs a little attention" Katie said as calm as anything

"Ohh umm okay" I said moving my hands up to her ass and began to slowly rub.

"Grab it" she said, a sense of order

I didn't know what to do or what to say. Deciding to do as Katie said, taking to hand fulls of her ass cheeks.

"You like that" Katie asked me looking over her shoulder

I didn't say a word

"You can be honest, I won't tell anyone" She assured me.

"I do. A lot" I replied, instantly regretting it

"Kiss it" Katie says.

"What?" I ask.

"Now, kiss it" Katie order me

I looked into her eyes as I slowly leant down placing a kiss to her left ass cheek.

"Fuck" I whispered

"How did that feel" Katie asked me a smirk on her face

"So good" I said embarrassingly.

"Iv noticed you've been hard all day baby since iv got here and at our last appointment" Katie explained. "So I'm going to help you" she added.

"O-o-okay, how" I asked confused

"You'll see. First I want you on your knees between my ass, licking my pussy. Can you do that" Katie asked as she slowly shuffled to the end of the bed.

"Yes, yes I can"

I got onto my knees at the end of the bed as Katie told me to do. Running my hands up and down her legs, I carefully gripped her calfs pulling her into the position I needed her.

One hand on her back, another on her ass cheek spreading it to the side carefully, I divided into her pussy, taking a long lick.

"Fuck, good girl, don't stop" Katie moaned, shuffling her ass into my face.

I don't stop, I'd never dream of stopping. This is all I'd been thinking about. Katie and her perfectly sculptured body. Her perfect ass. I began to lick up and down her pussy, every so often dipping my tongue inside, each time Katie let a moan of pleasure leave her lips.I tried to take a tighter grip of her ass but her oil made it impossible to grip.

"Spank me" Katie order with a moan

I didn't think, immediately spanking her ass. The moans she made, how she instantly became wetter as I felt it on my tongue told me she liked being spanked. I did it again, and again, and again. Each time receiving a louder moan.

"Good girl, keep going, you're gonna make me cum" Katie yelled as she reached over pressing my head as far into her ass as she could.

Knowing she was close I began to quickly dip my tongue in and out of her pussy. This bang to make her legs shake her pussy began to leak as she let out a deafening squeal.

"Ohhhhh fuck, fuck stay there fuck, in cumming" Katie yelled.

I stayed still as she rode out her high on my tongue, tasting the heaven that left her pussy.

"Fuck, Y/N" Katie whispered with a hint of exhaustion.

"Take them clothes off and get on this bed, I need to feel that dick of yours" Katie said as she shuffled back to the top of the bed.

"Yes ma'am" I began to take my clothes off getting completely naked and joined Katie on the bed, she was there on her hands and knees, her body still glistening from the oil.

"Fuck me, be a good girl"

I lined my dick up with her dripping pussy, before pushing in I tapped her back.

"Are you sure about this" I questioned still unsure if this was a good idea.

Katie looked back at me with a smile and threw her ass back, swallowing my dick up inside of her, her ass rippled from the force she used.

"Fuck okay, you are, you are sure" I moaned gripping her hips.

I gave in, on top of the massage bed I began to thrust in and out of Katie. First going slowly letting Katie get used to the size. Gripping her hips tighter and tighter. How tight I gripped her would have definitely left marks but in that moment neither of us cared, all we cared about was the pleasure we were being put through.

"Fuck Katie, your ass looks so good oiled up" I moaned with the biggest smile on my face, the realisation hitting I finally was getting what I had been craving for, for so long.

"You like the way, fuck, you like the way it jiggles" Katie moaned, the head face down on the bed.

"So much" I say.

I moved my left hand to grip at her ass as best as I could, a struggle because of the baby oil plastered over it, but I made it work.

"You are actually so tight Katie" I moaned as I began to thrust in and out faster and harder than before.

"All for you" Katie moaned

I began to speed up my thrusts, getting faster and harder as I slammed into Katie, sweat beginning to form on my forehead. This was the best feeling in the word, how nicely my dick went in and out of her pussy, such a hypnotic sight.

I placed my spare hand on her lower back getting a full grip of her lower body as I could feel myself getting closer and closer.

I didn't want this to end, the sensation I was feeling. The way her pussy swallowed my my dick up so nicely, so perfectly. The way her ass rippled after every thrust, the noises leaving her mouth. It was truly a dream come true.

Every ripple her ass made caused my cock to twitch inside of her tight pussy. I reached over placing my hand in her head pushing her into the massage bed more and more.

*creampie*

There was nothing I could do. It was always going to happen as I felt my balls tighten and the sense of relief leaving my body as cum exploded out of my dick.

"Fuck Katie, fuck, I'm cumming" I yelled as I spanked her ass for the first time as she pushed her ass against me, making me go as deep as possible.

"Good girl" Katie moaned with a satisfied voice.

I pulled out, hypnotised by the way my cum slowly dripped out of her pussy.

"Fuck" I whispered to myself slapping her ass once again

"We're not done yet" Katie laughed as she got on her back. "Cover me in that baby oil, I want to be glistening as you fuck me" She added passing me the baby oil back.

I smirk as I feel my cheeks turn red, as I slowly begin to drizzle the oil over her front, biting my lip.

I began to rub the oil over her body, covering her stomach and gripping her boobs

"You look so sexy" I moaned as I as I'm hypnotised by the sight in front of me.

I played around with her nipples as I continued to oil up her boobs getting carried away.

"That's enough playing" Katie said as an order

"Yeah, yeah okay" I coughed as I got in between her legs and lined my dick up with her entrance.

I slammed into her pussy and began to thrust in and out taking the view in of her boobs bouncing around. The way the oil all over her body glistened in the light. I leaned into her and placed a kiss on her lips.

"So good" I moaned placing another kiss before pulling away.

"Fuck Y/n. Such a good girl for me" Katie moaned as she closed her eyes.

All I could do was moan as the words left Katie's mouth. I gripped her hips and began to hammer into her as hard as I could. The harder I was going the more I thought the massage bed was going to break underneath us but I didn't care, this felt too good to worry about a bed.

I snaked my arm from her right hip to her leg and placed it over my shoulder, allowing myself to get deeper into her pussy. As soon as I did this I let out the loudest moan, an all new sense of feeling flew through me as I continued to hammer into Katie. Her moans in her Irish accent kept me going, somehow my cock getting harder inside of her.

I grip her leg that I had thrown over my shoulder and began to kiss up and down her calf. Watching the way her pussy swallowed my cock up whole with no problem was mesmerising, a perfect fit.

The slapping noises of my balls hitting off her ass was a noise I would never get bored of.

"Oh god Y/n fuck, why haven't we done- done this sooner" Katie stuttered.

"I don't know baby" I moaned as I didn't slow down. "Just - just know this won't be the last" I giggled as I began to stutter myself the feeling running through my body taking over my mind more and more.

My mouth hung open, Katie's eyes rolled to the back of her head. I took her leg that was already over my shoulder aswell as her other leg and pushed them into the air and began to slam into her one last time.

"Fuck Y/N just there, that's the spot fuck" Katie screamed.

I knew I'd hit the spot where she needed me to be as soon as I did this. I continued to thrust into her, liquid visibly gushing out of her pussy.

"I'm cumming, fuck Y/n I'm cumming" Katie screamed as she started to grip the edge of the bed.

*creampie*

The sight of Katie screaming in pleasure, the way her walls tightened around my dick I couldn't hold it in much longer.

My balls tightened for the last time as I screamed in pleasure myself, leaking my seed into her pussy.

We both came together, both of our legs shaking as we came down from our highs, gripping my boobs tightly I looked down at Katie still led on her back.

"More" I asked slightly out of breath as I ran my hand over her glistening abs.

"Definitely more" She giggled.

I pulled out watching as my cum leaked out of her pussy once again, a smile on my face.

"Get down off the bed, I want you bent over your ass all exposed for me" I said as I took her hands in mine and helped her off the bed.

The way Katie smiled, her face turning a shade of red as she climbed off the bed, her boobs jiggling as she did this. She got into position. Her hands on the bed as she bent over. I couldn't resist as I spanked her ass a little hard causing it to jiggle around.

"So good" I smiled too my self getting a little giggle from Katie.

I had a sudden idea, grabbing the bottle of oil still on the side table, I began to drizzle some over her ass and began to rub it in causing her ass to glisten and shine even more.

"Much better" I whispered taking a grip of her right ass cheek.

Slowly I began to tease Katies asshole with my tip, slowly getting her prepared for my length. Placing my right hand on her back I slowly enter her ass, her hands gripping the bed as hard as possible, her knuckles turning white.

"Fuuuuckkk. Y/N, your massive" She yells in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I began to speed my thrusts up, moving my hand from her back to gripping her brown hair in a pony tail pulling it to allow me to get even deeper inside of her.

"This is fucking amazing, you feel amazing" I say softly as I use my spair hand to grab her ass.

Her ass still glistening and shiny from the oil I had spread over it seconds before.

The view of Katie fidgeting from the pleasure, trying to grip any part of the bed she could as I continued to fuck her made me go even faster, turning me on all the more. Watching as her ass rippled after every thrust. Her fat ass bouncing repeatedly off of my thighs was a view I'd dreamed of seeing and wanted to see it all the more.

I move my hands to now be gripping tightly onto Katie's hips, allowing me to pull her into me, allowing us both to get closer to our highs. I began to slam her into me faster and faster, the way it made her ass jiggle against me made me want to explode suddenly.

"Babe I feel like I'm going to explode all ready" I moan, my thrusts becoming slower.

"Fill my ass up, I want you too fill it to the brim" Katie moaned, sweat dripping down her back. "Not a drop wasted" She added

5 minutes passed, the only noises filling the room was our continous moans as I slowly began to reach my high.

"Katie fuck it's coming, I'm about to cum" I moan as I started to thrust as hard as I could.

*creampie*

The grip I had on her ass was unbreakable as I explodes in her asshole. Without being able to warn her properly it was coming.

"Such a good girl" I moaned as my head hung backwards as my thrusts slowed down, emptying every drop inside of her.

I held onto her shoulders as I thrusted as deep as i could inside of her filling her all the way up.

"I think I deserve to use that throat of yours don't you" I questioned Katie as she turned around to face me.

"I think you do" She giggled.

I tapped on the bed insinuating to her to get on.

"Get on that back of yours again, your head dangling over the edge"

With a smile on her face Katie jumped onto the bed her head dangling over the end of the massage bed.

I began to rub my hands up and down her body, my hand sliding around her throat lightly gripping slightly before letting go.

"Fuck, I'm gonna destroy that throat" I whispered with a moan as I began to rub my tip over her lips.

"Open up baby, let me in that slutty throat of yours" I said tapping her throat.

Katie opened on command, immediately I began slamming deep into her throat, causing her to gag.

"Good girl for taking it" I whisper to Katie as I see her eyes begin to water, her arms travel to the back of my thighs.

The pleasure I was feeling, constantly thrusting in and out of her tight throat, hearing her gag every time, the feeling of my balls hitting her nose.

"Fuck Katie, your throat is so tight" I moaned as I took a grip of her right boob and continued to thrust in and out.

Saliva began to pour out of her mouth covering her eyes and nose.

"Fuck, so messy" I giggled

I could feel her begin to struggle, some of the girls talking in the background. I couldn't stop now, I was getting too close. I sped my thrusts up, every time I hit the back of her throat I gained a gag from her. her hands began to grip my thighs tighter

"A little more Katie" I moaned gripping her tit a little tighter, fucking her throat faster.

More and more saliva began to leak from her mouth as I began to bottom out in her throat every thrust I gave her, my balls hitting off of her chin constantly. The way Katie gagged began to make my balls tighten.

*throat pie*

I couldn't take it anymore. With a final thrust, my dick sliding down Katies throat I exploded, filling her throat up causing her to gag and choke.

I pulled out causing her to gasp loudly for air after she was made to swallow my load. Her face covered in saliva mixed with tears from her eyes. Her eyes red, her mascara smudged.

"Fuck that's it I'm done" I laughed as Katie swallowed what she had left in her mouth.

"You taste amazing" Katie laughed as she ran her finger over her lips collected the rest of my cum before placing it in her mouth.

"So when would you like your next appointment" I giggled at her as she did this.

"Urmmm every day" She laughed at me rubbing the tears that had fell down her cheeks.

"I'll definitely be recommending you to the girls" She added with a smile getting off the bed placing a kiss on my lips"

"Not before we get you booked in" I smiled placing another kiss to her lips.

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 74)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (61) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (16)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**2.8k**))

(Trigger warning: as gentle as I could, but still, take care friends.)

LUCY POV

Lucy’s eyes widened. She was part-ways through turning to make sure YFN was okay, but had frozen at the sound as he hit the wall. They all were.

YFN was quicker than anyone to deal with the situation. “Jake! Medical here now.” The Lumos employee ran off as she whimpered her pain. “Katie, check on him please. Luce, help me up.”

They did as they were told with Leah and Jill moving to help Katie with Mark while Lucy followed her instructions without a thought and spun away from what she’d done. YFN’s face was contorted in pain from her place on the floor as Caitlin and Jordan were knelt either side, unsure where to touch her.

They moved back as Lucy knelt down.

“Where are you hurt?”

“All over,” she admitted quietly. “I’m a little worried my collarbone is fractured again… or the screws have failed…” Lucy felt her face drop and her anger rising again, but as she went to turn, her face was caught by her hand. “Look at me, Luce. Not him. Look after me, please.”

Look after her.

Always.

She leant in and hugged her arms around her waist, YFN’s arm holding her head as Lucy stood them both up with the help of Caitlin and Jordan on either side. “Thanks, guys.”

Lucy moved to her side, holding her good arm over her shoulders, with an arm around her waist and gripping her hip. Her ribs were too broken to hold.

“How is he?” YFN asked and Lucy followed her gaze. He’d been stunned, but not passed out.

Mark reached the back of his head and pulled his hand back to see if there was… no blood. Good.

“He’s okay.” Katie said. “A nasty egg on the back of his head but it was the wall that cracked.”

Lucy felt her body release so much nervous tension that she knew YFN could feel it.

“We need to get him checked out at the hospital regardless.”

“I’m fine,” he snapped and stood, albeit a little unsteadily. Jake arrived then with his medical kit and another Lumos employee and they examined his head. Mark let them and he turned back to YFN, opening his mouth to speak as YFN cut him off.

“Uh uh. Me first. You shoved me and got the same thing back. And although I’m without a doubt more injured than you; I’m happy to call it even.”

His eyes fell upon her collarbone and Lucy could tell he’d heard her say she thought it was re-broken.

“That’s hardly fair,” Jill said. “He put you back in hospital!”

Unfortunately, Jill knew nothing about the whole situation. And apparently neither did Lucy.

“I have one other request too before I drop it,” YFN said strongly, even as she clung to her side; the tightness in which her fingers gripped Lucy betraying how much pain she was in.

Mark stayed silent.

“You hear what I have to say. Five minutes. That’s all. A discussion.”

He weighed up her offer, his hand finding that egg on the back of his head again. “Here?” He asked, surprisingly sounding almost dejected.

“In private. Upstairs.”

Mark eventually nodded.

“Perfect. Luce, I need help upstairs and to one of the conference rooms-”

“There’s always your office,” Jake said, stepping back, satisfied with his head being okay.

“My… office?”

“We made it for you as a surprise…” the other Lumos employee said, and Lucy was ashamed to admit she didn’t know her name.

“O…kay. Okay. Thank you. Perfect. Luce, can you help me up there, please? Jake, escort him up there, please. I’ll be there soon.”

Jake nodded and disappeared with Mark.

“Lisa – can you and Jake keep a close eye on Mark, please? If he’s showing any signs of weariness or wobbling et cetera, let me know.”

“Will do.”

God she was so good at what she did. Lucy’s heart swelled with pride.

“Luce and also… Lee and Jords… I need you all with me. I have something to explain. Uh, Beth, Katie… the rest of you… can you please make sure everybody gets back to their happy lunch here? I feel like the room is a bit tense right now.”

“All over it,” Beth agreed and the group began making plans to ease the crowd.

Lucy felt the fingers of YFN’s slinged arm grip her shirt lightly and she looked down into those blue eyes. They had a little bit more privacy now that most of the group was talking about fanning out around the tables.

“Breathe, please.”

Lucy took a deep breath in and out.

“Good. Thank you for protecting me. You did the right thing.”

“I was angry…”

“I know.”

“He shouldn’t have pushed you…”

“I know.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed him so hard…”

“Lucia Roberta, stop now. Don’t get into your head about this, please. I need you here. You did the right thing. He just stumbled. And the wall broke, not his head. He’s fine, and we both know he deserved it.”

He did deserve it.

“Now I have some explaining to do.” She looked over at Leah and Jordan who were close and pretending not to listen. “To all of you. But first, I need to speak to Mark.”

Lucy, Leah and Jordan watched the very intense discussion between Mark and YFN from just outside the room, wondering what was being said. He looked reluctant to reply at times, almost about to cry at others, and very stubborn in his approach to it all. She watched as Mark paced and YFN as she sat on a chair, her leg outstretched on a foot stool and her arm tucked to her body like a bird with its wing clipped. She was pale. Tired. In pain. Lucy was eager to get her to a hospital and x-ray for damage, but by her facial expressions, she knew the topic was serious.

“Do you know what it’s about?” Jordan asked.

“No clue.”

“She said a woman died, right?” Leah responded.

“She did.”

“His wife?”

“Let’s just wait for her to tell us,” Lucy interjected.

Mark got slightly louder then, shaking his head and clearly triggered by something. Lucy respected their need for privacy but also wasn’t going to give him the chance to touch her again. As he got closer to her, Lucy was moving before she realised, and entered the room. He was standing over her now, looking down with his large figure, though she didn’t look nervous. In fact, they both didn’t even acknowledge Lucy in the room.

“I need proof. Proof that you aren’t just protecting her.”

YFN sighed and her head touched the back of the chair as she thought. “I can’t promise anything… but I’ll talk to her. Until then – please accept that I’m telling the truth and respect my request. Don’t put investigators on this. Don’t ask around. Just… just let us come to you.”

Mark was silent while he thought.

“You have a week.”

“Thank you.”

He stalked for the door, avoiding Lucy’s eyes and only briefly paused once when YFN spoke again. “Please get a medical check for your head.”

He was holding the door open and his expression shifted slightly from restless to almost sympathetic. He sighed and looked at YFN. “You too.”

And then he was gone.

And then Lucy was by her side, on her knees. Ouch. Her fucking knee. It’d been causing her pain for a while now.

She didn’t say anything at first, though she did look tired and defeated. What had Lucy done by putting her in this situation?

Her hand reached out and stroked her cheek and Lucy let her eyes shut and her head tilt into the comfort of her warm skin on hers.

“Quite the dramatic life we have, huh?”

“It won’t always be this way,” Lucy said weakly, as if she didn’t believe it. She opened her eyes and saw that YFN didn’t believe what she’d said either.

“I think we both know that’s not true. But it’s okay, because we have each other and we’re surrounded by incredible people.”

She nodded against her hand. “We do. We are.”

YFN turned her head to look out the glass wall of her office and gesture to the girls.

Leah and Jordan entered hesitantly.

“Take a seat, please. You’ll need to sit for this.”

LEAH POV

Although the couch was quite large, Jordan chose to sit right next to Leah, their skin flush up against each other. If it were anyone else, she would have shied away. But not from Jordan. She leant into her. Having her there was a reassurance she’d forgotten was so sweet.

“You have something to explain?” Leah asked.

“About Mark, and why he’s done the things he’s done. And about Joe.”

“You mean Joanne?”

“No. Let’s start there. Joe, my boss, the founder of Lumos, is not Joanne Rowling.”

“But you were at her house in Scotland…”

“Mmnhmn. A rather extensive cover for the actual Joe.”

“That’s entirely unnecessary…” Leah trailed off as she thought. “So they have a company with the same name as Joanne’s, they borrowed her house just to meet you, they call themselves ‘Joe’, they have all of this obvious wealth and influence… fucking Mark says his investigators know that she actually is JK… but who would…… oh.”

Leah’s eyes widened as she realised. She met Lucy’s eyes which betrayed that she was, in fact, correct. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“…what?” Jord asked.

Leah looked to YFN. “You’re serious?”

She thought for a second about her response, and then nodded slowly.

“Who?” Jord asked, getting a little frustrated.

YFN turned to her. “Catherine.”

“Okay. I don’t know her.”

Silence. And then it clicked. “Fuck off. You’re having a laugh.”

YFN’s facial expression showed that she was in fact, not having a laugh.

“The… Kate… Catherine? That one? Middl-”

“-don’t.” Lucy warned. “Her name is Joe. Don’t say her name.”

“She’s not fucking Voldemort.”

“But she is… who she is…” YFN admitted. “We call her Joe, but you’re correct. And the only reason I’m telling you two this is because I trust you both with my life. Not only that, but you’ve both been affected by this whole situation and I need you to know the full story. So here we go.”

She took a breath and Leah felt Jordan tense beside her.

“I’ve told Mark that our Joe is not JK Rowling, but he needs proof. I’m… going to ask her what she wants to do about it, because she’s insistent on this being her own passion project and only essential people knowing her involvement.”

“Does Wil-” Jordan cut herself off, yet YFN still answered.

“No. He doesn’t know. No one except for the people in this room, and the board who run Lumos.”

She nodded and the back of her hand touched Leah’s.

“So this is all about Joanne then?” Leah asked.

YFN nodded. “He did what he did to you because you were promoting your children’s book last year and did a sit down talk with JK Rowling about it. Children’s author to children’s author.”

“That’s right…” Leah admitted, her heart racing as she started to understand. “Joe’s team were confident that it would be a massive boost for her after the previous comments she’d made on the transgender community and our PR teams planned it to benefit us both and build her reputation back up a little…” She remember that Mark hadn’t liked that.

“And then Mark approached you without your team and told you to make sure it wasn’t ever posted. And when you refused, he threatened you with the video of…” YFN trailed off and Leah went still. The fucking video. All of it wasn’t about Leah, or Jordan, but about someone else entirely.

Fuck.

Would she ever escape from under the shadow of this fucking video? Her head started to turn over and over, thinking about break-up, the past year alone, the pain she’d caused Jordan-

Jord’s fingers interlaced slowly with Leah’s then, as if to test the waters. Slowly, softly, fully. They held hands and that support had her wanting to cry. She took a breath as Jord squeezed her hand in support. As if to say, ‘we’re in this together now.’

“Okay… okay so we’ve established this is all about Mark hating Joanne. But why?”

“Did you see the comments she made about the transgender community?”

“A few when I was talking to my team prior to the book release. They weren’t good.”

“Mmn.” YFN stopped speaking and when Leah looked over, she saw a tear running down her cheek. Lucy wiped it away softly.

“What happened, little one? Who died?”

YFN cleared her throat and shut her eyes. “His daughter. Callie. She was transgender and she…”

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

Tears sprung into the eyes of everyone in the room.

“She… she…” Jord started.

YFN nodded and opened her eyes, wiping them. “Yes. The comments made were the final straw of a long battle she’d been fighting with her identity. She was a very big Harry Potter fan, and fan of JK herself, which exacerbated how the comments affected her so.”

They didn’t need to ask any more questions. It made sense now. Everything.

And suddenly, Mark didn’t seem so bad after all. He seemed like a dad who loved his child.

But as Jord squeezed onto her hand again, she remembered the pain he’d caused with his own, and the year of their life together that was taken away.

Lucy regained herself first. From her reaction, it was clear that she knew about Catherine, but not about Callie. She cleared her throat. “What now?”

“Now… nothing for you all. I only told you because you all deserved to understand the full story. I only found out today…”

“Your phone call,” Lucy murmured, putting the pieces together.

“My phone call. So take that knowledge with you, and you’re not expected to do anything with it except to be free from it, and move on. Together, I hope.”

Jord laughed sadly. “Cheeky, chicken.”

She returned a small smile. “Always.”

“And what about you? Surely you won’t tell Mark who she is?”

“I’ll leave that part up to her. I’ll just tell her the full story and I know that now she’s a lot more empathetic towards his cause. What he is doing is still absolutely not okay, but there’s reason there now. We’ll talk about how to resolve this issue between us and Mark.”

The new knowledge had taken a weight off Leah’s shoulders that she hadn’t even realised was there. They finished their day with their friends and Blu, and making content; Leah noticing that Jordan was hovering a lot closer to her than she had been in a long time. Stolen glances. Knowing smiles. Bodies touching softly.

They were early into the afternoon when YFN arrived back from the hospital and they all finished their lunch together. And later on, when it was getting late and YFN was getting tired, they helped Lucy to finish up and usher people out, ensuring they signed the Lumos wall on their way out.

Only once Lucy had YFN in her car did they also leave, heading home. They pulled up at Leah’s place and entered, chatting about anything and everything, and feeling so perfectly normal. Back to the real them. They watched a movie, played with Blu and attempted to cook together with what Leah had in the house.

Jord showered first, and Leah waited, responding to her emails for the day. As Leah exited the shower later on, she was met at the door by a nervous looking Jordan. Her hair was still wet, and she was comfy in her oversized clothes, ready for bed.

Leah was confused until she saw the look on her face. Pupils dilated, lips parted, breath ragged. The past few weeks, Leah had been terrified to move too quickly, like they had before. To make a mistake. She wouldn’t make another one. She’d already promised both Jord and herself that.

Right now, however, she didn’t feel scared for that. It felt… right.

Jordan’s lips found hers and she moved onto her tippy toes to reach Leah; her fists grabbing at her pajamas and pulling her down. Jordan. Jordan. Fucking Jordan. God, she tasted magnificent. Her lips were desperate, but soft. As if making up for lost time or making up for a desperate need for her that had built over the past weeks. For Leah it was both.

Her hands found her hips and pulled her close, her head tilted and their tongues met. They both moaned into it as their lips once again memorised each other with each kiss, each gasp, each tremble.

They fell asleep in Leah’s bed that night, fully clothed and cuddled together in such a way that she knew they’d both get too hot during the night.

But still, it was perfect.

[bishounenbtr]

i like to think about the guys's family situation a lot because it's barely, and i mean barely, touched on in the show.

these are just some headcanons that i believe, but i feel like most of these are universal.

kendall: so obviously, we have ms. mama jennifer knight and katie. his dad's out of the picture for reasons unmentioned. however, kendall and jennifer's actors confirmed that initially, it was supposed to be that kendall's dad cheated on jennifer and walked out on them (presumably right before katie's birth.) it makes a lot of sense when you put it into context with kendall's actions throughout the show. for example, in s2ep1, "welcome back big time," kendall literally almost ruins his relationship with jo after suspecting her of cheating on him, even though she reassured him multiple times. another example is during "big time concert" when kendall is upset at gustavo because he "didn't even say goodbye." i think that struck a particular nerve in him.

also, speaking of gustavo, i know we like to talk about the parallels between him and kendall. i mean, the show even outwardly mentions it in the first episode. in "big time mansion," kelly mentions that gustavo didn't really have a chance to have a fun childhood. another popular headcanon that i totally agree with is that kendall had to grow up faster than other kids, what with his dad walking out. they both had to grow up fast in their own respective ways.

james: we actually get to see BOTH of his parents! even if we see his dad for literally one second during big time concert. also, semi-unrelated, whoever cast lisa rinna as his mom is an absolute fucking genius. anyway, we got to know a lot about james's family. his mom and dad are divorced, and his dad then goes on to marry a woman 15 years younger. james's mom is controlling and overbearing, but ultimately just cares. back in minnesota, i'd like to think that james mainly lives at his mom's place, but his mom's a workaholic and isn't home that often. james would probably stay at his dad's place every weekend or every other weekend. and, i don't think he would be fond of his step-mom at all. his dad and his step-mom would have a baby and i think james would hold a lot of resentment towards the kid like he's being replaced. but, he just considers himself an only child.

carlos: we get to see both of his parents ! but they're actually super chill and normal. we meet carlos's dad (i can't remember his name, if it's even mentioned) in "big time break," who is a police officer. and then, of course, we meet his mom, sylvia, in the mom episode. and she is an it data analyst! i see carlos as the baby of the family with 2 or 3 sisters that are college-aged and older, so they were all moved out, even back in minnesota. idk imho, carlos probably has the most normal, traditional and loving family.

logan: his family situation is the most vague out of the 4. we meet his mom, joanna, in the mom episode. god bless the mom episode. and she is a real estate agent! logan is definitely an only child. his parents are both work-aholics, so they are not around. i see his dad as having a medical job, maybe a surgeon, which is why logan wants to be a doctor so bad. i think his dad holds very high expectations for him regarding academics and whatnot. like "son 'a' is for AVERAGE so i expect you to get them." yadda yadda.

and yeah thx for reading. lmk if you guys have any other headcanons

[dr-futbol-blog]

Duet, Pt 6

Next, we find McKay and Cadman in Heightmeyer's office which should be familiar to him, as we saw in The Gift (S01E18) that he was in therapy (or, in his words, they were "seeing each other"). This just reminds us of the fact that McKay is known to lie about his interest in women, as it's very apparent that no seeing each other of any kind beyond a professional setting has taken place between these two. Reintroducing Heightmeyer in the same episode as Katie Brown is not coincidental.

While Heightmeyer may have been able to help McKay with his nightmares (or what ever else he might have been seeing her for), he seems skeptical that she can help him with this:

McKay: How do you feel you're qualified to help us with this problem, huh? Heightmeyer: I'm not. Who could be? This was not covered in medical school. But I have spent quite some time as a couples therapist. Cadman: We're not a couple! McKay: In any sense of the definition, not a couple. Cadman: No!

Not being a couple of any kind is something McKay and Cadman can both emphatically agree on. And note that McKay's disdain for Cadman and the idea of her as a romantic partner is equal to her disdain for him. Now, for Cadman the issue seems to be that McKay is not at all her type. Not only would she never date someone like him, she can barely understand why anyone would. And for McKay, it's the same toward her only it's impersonal, because he does not see her as an individual person. She represents a category he finds disinteresting. Cadman is objectively an attractive young woman and as a blonde, she should be right up McKay's alley if we take him at face value. More so even than Katie Brown. And yet he does not behave like he's attracted to either of them, seeming rather to want to be as far away as possible from both women.

But the fact that they bring up couples' therapy as something Heightmeyer excels at, something that's in her wheelhouse, is interesting, as it's very much something that Sheppard and McKay could have used a while ago. Many if not all of the issues they are currently facing could have been solved with couples' therapy. And while Cadman and McKay may not fit any definition of a couple, Sheppard and McKay on the other hand fit multiple definitions of the word. Being that Heightmeyer is s a Psychologist, an expert of how humans work, she attempts to approach McKay with a definition that he might recognize:

Heightmeyer: In physics, a 'couple' is defined as a pair of forces equal in magnitude acting in opposite directions. So you don't feel that applies here? McKay: Yeah, that's very clever, but we're not equal forces. Cadman: Watch it! McKay: And what I mean by that is she's just a voice in my head. I have control of the body. Cadman: I've seen your body, McKay. You can keep it!

Let's put a pin on the way they define "a couple" in this episode, and the fact that Heightmeyer uses a definition derived from Physics (or Mechanics) in particular, as this is relevant for later. A couple are equal in magnitude but acting in opposite directions. It's not difficult to guess which two characters are the only ones that actually fulfill this criterion not only in this episode, but on the series as a whole. It very much does apply to McKay but it is not Cadman that is his coupling.

Cadman makes yet another disparaging remark about McKay's body here and if her field conversation was inappropriate, this is starting to border on abuse. Yes, McKay did call her a girlie earlier, but the things she says are both hurtful and very personal.

What's interesting about this is that Heightmeyer seems to believe McKay at face value on the fact that he actually has another consciousness in his brain. She never even entertained the possibility that there might be something else wrong with him, that he's experiencing some form of psychosis or dissociation, the latter of which she very probably knows he suffers from. She's received no outside confirmation that McKay is telling her the truth about this and yet from the very beginning she approaches their predicament as though it was very real. And as such, she is trying to reach Cadman to hear her side of the story:

Heightmeyer: How do you know that? She's been able to access the part of your brain that creates speech and controls hearing. Why not movement? McKay: Well if she could have, she would have by now. Heightmeyer: Maybe you need to release control. McKay: Why would I do that?

Again, interesting. McKay's response just confirms Heightmeyer's assessment of the situation as correct, McKay does have issues with relinquishing control. And not just here; this need to control his surroundings and especially the people around him likely springs from his unstable childhood environment, where the inconsistency and conditionality of parental affection caused him to develop strategies that might mitigate the hurt and confusion resulting from this. Like if he did his homework, if he did his chores correctly, if he did all the right things in the right order, he wouldn't be yelled at. If he excelled at something, he might even receive praise. This kind of damage suffered early on translates into obsessive-compulsive behaviours in adulthood, and while McKay may not have full blown OCD, he does display similar tendencies, he does attempt to exert control wherever he is able. A lot of what Heightmeyer is saying here to McKay and Cadman could easily be applied to McKay and Sheppard, substituting 'body' for 'team':

Heightmeyer: Because, like it or not, you're sharing that body. The roles could have easily been reversed, Rodney. You could be trapped inside her body. And wouldn't you like a chance to, say, talk to others without having to go through her? Cadman: Yeah! McKay: Maybe. Cadman: Maybe?! McKay: OK, yes, I would want that. Heightmeyer: So let her. Close your eyes... take deep breaths and stop trying to control everything for a second.

The decision Sheppard made in transporting the nuke into the hive personally left McKay helpless and drifting, as did his failure to fix the ancient satellite and save Peter Grodin, and if he had no control over these things happening, what did he even have? With regards to Sheppard, he similarly needs to release control, he needs to trust Sheppard enough to let go, and this is a lesson he is going to learn soon enough (it only takes blowing up a solar system for him to get there, but all the same).

McKay does consent to trying this out and Cadman is able to take possession of his body. While it has to feel all kinds of weird to begin with, having a woman in control of his body seems to freak McKay out. Not that it's another person, not that it's a soldier, not that it's Cadman personally but that it is, in fact, a woman. I don't know how anyone can watch this episode and come out thinking McKay likes women.

But what's interesting here, especially with regards to the question of whether Heightmeyer knows McKay's secret or not, is that the way she appeals to him here, the way she gets him to relent is by reminding him that he might want to talk with someone without having to go through her if the situation was reversed. She's reminding him that there are things he does not want Cadman to know about him. Also, the way he rolled his eyes and said "In any sense of the definition, not a couple" to her at the start had this "You know I'm gay so why would you even suggest that?" undertone. He does not find any part of what they are doing here helpful.

McKay: OK, that's enough of that. Cadman: Oh, come on! Heightmeyer: Doctor McKay, we were just starting to make progress. McKay: Well, progress won't be necessary if we can get her out of here. Now, I have calmed down, so has she. Let me get back to work.

Notice how just as soon as McKay regains control of his body after having had a woman possess it, he turns his body away from Heightmeyer, crosses his legs and even places his hand over his crotch to shield himself, to protect himself from both women in the room. He forms like a full body barrier because he was made to feel so uncomfortable. The fact that he feels the need to shield (double shield!) his crotch especially tells us that this has everything to do with gender.

McKay also cannot seem to get out of her office fast enough. For sure, he's eager to get back to work because he uses work to avoid having to face unwelcome thoughts and feelings but here, again, it's much more that he just needs to get away than that he needs to get back to the lab. Being dominated by a woman, having his body taken over by a woman, is just not among experiences that he ever signed up for.

But what is interesting, now that we see a woman possess McKay's body, is that we are able to appreciate the difference between a homosexual man and a woman. McKay is not a macho man by any means, but he is still a man. While not exceptionally masculine, he is not precisely effeminate either. Some people probably view these scenes in which the actor is portraying a woman inside a man's body as him "acting gay," where that's not the case at all. From his vocal fry here up until his kiss with Beckett at the end of the episode, none of this is meant to show us how McKay would act if he was gay. All of that is an actual woman--and what's more, a woman whose sexuality seems to be much more fluid than his. McKay is not acting gay here because that is not him, whereas everything he does is gay because he is gay even when he is trying to pretend that he is not. And this gives us an interesting opportunity to observe this.

At the same time, Sheppard is continuing his mission to bag him a tall, dark and hunksome new team member, and to this end he is trying to masculine bond with him over weapons. Taking Ronon to the armoury also establishes rapport and displays trust. Letting the stranger play around with their weapons is meant to show Ronon that Sheppard harbous no suspicion or distrust toward him, that he is willing to give him a clean slate. This is at least partially a performance because, again, Sheppard is doing the hard sell. He can't afford to mince around with getting Ronon to join them because he does not want to take McKay out into the field again without this man.

If the wrestling was homoerotic, so are the phallic guns with which they play, boys with their toys. Ronon is proving himself to be a super soldier and while Sheppard is beginning to realize that he's going to have trouble controlling him, he is more convinced than ever that he needs Ronon. What's amusing about this scene is that it reiterates Sheppard's love of and preference for big guns, if you catch the drift.

Meanwhile, having returned to the lab, we find McKay working together with Zelenka, heads bent together over a laptop. Given that the audience of Beckett, Weir and Sheppard are gone, things seem to have calmed down considerably since their previous encounter.

As we are asked to pay attention to gender with this episode, McKay uses a curious turn of phrase as he orders a test to commence:

McKay: Alright! Let's give this bad boy a try. Start her up, but slowly ease her into it.

He calls the wraith memory device both a bad boy and her. What's interesting is that his line follows directly from Sheppard's scene with Ronon in the armoury. Ronon could certainly be described as a bad boy, and Sheppard was giving that bad boy a try by watching him do both hand-to-hand combat and how he is with weapons. Bad boy had a try-out. And while Sheppard, too, seemed to be easing Ronon into it, Ronon himself was ready go on in full steam. What Zelenka says regarding the wraith dart is also interesting with regards to Ronon: "The power requirements are delicate. We should have run more simulations before we--" Sheppard is clearly currently running simulations on Ronon, testing out the power output of the man. Ronon is lethal, so a delicate balance between using him to take out enemies but sparing their own people must be maintained.

McKay is the head scientist and leader of the lab, and we see him try to exert control of his environment here just as Heightmeyer pointed out that he tends to do. And even when this ends up in a spectacular failure, he attempts to shift the blame on others. And it is because Zelenka does actually care about McKay that he then drives him out of the lab for a second time, which seems to take not a small amount of courage. Zelenka is a brave man, not unlike McKay, which is likely why they get along so well despite the constant... friendly collegial debates. At the very least McKay respects him, which is why Zelenka is able to penetrate the fog of his ego here:

Zelenka: You shouldn't be here. McKay: I'm sorry? Zelenka: We are telling you these calculations are wrong. Having two consciousnesses inside of a single brain must be very taxing. McKay: Listen... Zelenka: You're making mistakes. Now leave it to me, before you do more harm than good.

McKay thinks that his mind, his intelligence, is the only thing he has going for him. He thinks that the only reason why people put up with him is because he can do things for them, because he can consistently perform miracles. Because he can do things that no one else can do. He believes that he is unlovable as he is (and Cadman's jabs at his body are not helping with feeling this way), and that it is only through his work that he has worth, it is only because of his output that people need him around. This isn't true, and it certainly is not true of Sheppard who has tried to show him in dozens of different ways that this is very much not the case with him. He was willing to ride a nuclear bomb to show McKay that it's not all on him, and all because he cares about the man. But it is how he views himself. And this, having his mind taken away from him, being unable to do things that should be elementary to him, makes McKay feel like he has no worth at all. McKay is not giving up control, it is being taken from him by force and he feels helpless to stop it.

If his mind is going, he has truly lost everything.

Continued in Pt. 7

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 349: That was Then, This is Now, p1

“Mmmmph! M-Morgan!! Pl-please!” I sputtered, head buried deep in the big bosom of my new Hungarian APRN. My arms were straightened stock-stiff at my sides.

“Oh, Dr. J, do the relax!” the enormous blond woman laughed, mirth jiggling through her mighty chest as she hugged me tightly. She nearly had me pulled off my feet as I stood there in my office that Monday morning, her strong arms encircling my head, shoulders and upper back. I’d been waiting for my coff-…my m-…my warm morning beverage and the meeting Melissa had wanted to have but had been summarily assaulted - this counted as the twelfth one - by the “Good Morning Hugs” of my staff as they’d come one-by-one to greet me. New office policy, it had been announced, I guess: Dr. J gets a hug every morning, from everyone. 

Julia had been here with hugs, Bobbi and Brittni and Bianca and Bessie as well, all thanking me for such a fun weekend and being so cool and nice to them on Instagram. Wait what? Shanette had come early and lingered long, feeling especially soft and had purred motherly greetings. Katarina had, with a peculiar giggle, offered to fill my mug if I’d been waiting too long for Melissa to appear with my warm milk. Josie didn’t stop at a hug and gave me kisses, while Randi and Katie had each started flat-out making out with me. Angie nearly had me out of my pants and it was only Aubrey showing up for her hug that saved me from an early-morning, non-consensual handjob. Lakshmi had left just a few minutes ago, after helping me clean the lipstick of all these other from my face and finally showing me on her phone what all the girls is had been mysteriously hinting at and talking about: the Instagram posts made to my account after my own phone had been hijacked on Saturday night, before its demise at the bottom of Melissa’s pool. Good god! I remembered so little of the weekend, had I really been a part of all this…this…debauchery?

What a way to start a week!

“I hear you have the exciting weekend,” Morgan was now purring to me, her basso profundo rumbling through her chest as she held me captive at her monumental breast. “Morgan sorry she not there, she the busy. But happy you have the good time. Many orgasm, I can know!” 

At that, she released my face from the depths of her bosom and - god help me - held me out at arms reach. My feet were six inches off the floor! My mouth gaped: Morgan was huge! Enormous! Maybe not quite as tall as Melissa but probably outweighing her by sixty pounds, at least. Jesus Christ the size of her! Yes, whatever my mystery affliction was had been reducing my stature (I really have to get this checked out…) and changing my perspective, and I knew Morgan was a big lady, but - holy crap! What had happened to her?!? I’d seen her just last Friday, working with patients, and she was nowhere near this size, was she?? She was a house! Thick curves threatened to burst forth from her stretchy pants and overmatched, overstretched blouse whose buttons seemed ready to -

“Haha button go pop,” she laughed as - yes - the top button of her blouse flew past my face.

My eyes just goggled as her cleavage bulged forth and then, slowly, she began to lift me up, up, up until we were eye level. Good god this woman wasn’t only huge, but hugely strong!

“Because you, the breasts of me are so bigger now,” she said, cryptically, “Tell me, what the happen? What you do on the weekend?”

Oh my god what did happen this weekend?

I remember, of course, getting in a little late this Monday morning with Melissa driving me to work. I’d stayed the night, again, the third in a row at her place. She’d helped me get ready and had clothes for me - these new, XXS unisex scrubs she’d found at the mall. I normally didn’t like wearing scrubs at the office as it made me look, well…like the rest of the staff, the medical assistants. But today I had little choice. So while this morning’s memories were clear as day, the day before, however, was a little fuzzier. Though with a little effort I pretty much recalled the whole thing.

“Um,” I told Morgan, as she held me aloft like a rag doll, “M-Melissa and I just sort of relaxed yesterday…”

Of the events of the weekend, Sunday afternoon’s were clearest in my mind. It had turned out to be a lazy day of napping in and out and cuddling on the couch. Melissa spent it pampering me, barely letting me lift a finger, keeping me couchbound in her arms, or pinned underneath her, or with her head in my lap. She’d apparently wanted to spend most of the day in penis worship, and wanted me also adulating her breasts. It was Sunday, after all. Time for church. And so we honored the occasion with either me sucking on her or by her sucking on me ‘like a piece of candy’, tending to the every whim of the insatiable beast between my legs, barely letting it leave her mouth for hours on end. I don’t know how many times her skilled lips, tongue and throat had brought me to climax there on the couch - it was a lot. But it was right before the dinner of Mac n Cheese she’d made for me that I finally had to stop her. I was sore, I was actually really sore, my balls tender and shaft raw from so much overuse this weekend, a sex marathon that did a number on my privates. She’d cooed and clucked in amused pity, offering ointments and creams 'to make it all better', but they only served to get me ready for another round in her mouth or tender grip. It was finally with a laying-on-of-hands, a strange cooling sensation that her palms brought my groin with no liniments or salves, that in the end miraculously healed my pain. Had she done something like that before? On…Saturday night, to a bruise on my neck? I was a little weirded out, as that moment brought back flashes of other memories. Was I just imagining some of these things? I remember her, and the other girls doing…stuff. Like, I knew Melissa was really strong, but there was no way she used her breath to blow me across the pool, was there?

“I heard you almost the drownded,” Morgan said, watching my face as I continued to try to recall the weekend. 

“Who? Me? Oh, um…”

Yes, I had woken Sunday morning and found my busted phone. Did I get it from the bottom of the pool? Or was that Melissa? Wait, did she actually save me from, like, almost drowning? I shivered, recalling it now. Yes, I felt it again - the fear, the near-death experience at the bottom of the deep-end and then suddenly being safe in her arms. Anyway, I remembered intimacy with Melissa in the pool, in the shower, at breakfast. Jeez we were horndogs!

“...yeah, I uh, had a little accident Sunday morning,” I admitted to Morgan, “but it was a f-fun little party the night before. Too b-bad you couldn’t come.”

Saturday was, for sure, more of a blur. There were girls over at Melissa’s, lots of them. I must have been drinking that afternoon because I barely remember that time at all. Later on into the evening I recall a little more - time in the hot tub? Sushi for dinner was it? A movie, some warm milk? Bedtime was more easy to recollect, with Shanette sharing the bed with Melissa and me for a while. 

“Sound so the fun,” Morgan smiled, the twinkle in her eyes telling me she knew more than she was saying. 

“Yeah,” I agreed. Realizing now why I already felt so exhausted: I had the sex lives of twenty men. Yes, I’d slept like a rock last night, after Melissa had taken me to her bed and put me under by humming sweet lullabies that reverberated throughout my cock, hips and spine to settle in my mind and rock it to sleep. But I felt like I’d need to sleep another week to recover from what I’d been through. I hadn’t even stepped through the door of my apartment upstairs this morning, having come straight into the office, and I was already looking forward to collapsing in my bed tonight. 

But first I needed to get through today. Still held aloft by the shoulders in Morgan’s strong hands, I was reminded of that by a knock on the door. Melissa, maybe, I hoped? We both turned to see who it’d be.

Aubrey, peeking around the doorframe. Back for more hugs? Apparently not. 

“Gianna needs to talk to you,” she said. 

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thanks to RiF for editing help

[crazyforkasey-blog]

When we met

So this is a story i wrote 11 years ago and posted it on FFN, the story is done, but undergoing its 3rd edit, whole chapters has been deleted and the story is totally changed.

Captain Katie Hendrick stepped out of the hospital at Camp Toccoa; she hoped to get a smoke, before her next patient came in. It was blistering hot for late fall.

She looked over at Easy Company; they were standing at attention waiting for their CO again, Herbert Sobel, resident douche.

Katie looked at her best friend from high school Dani who stood beside her, she was rolling her eyes, Sobel was late again, which was a common occurrence, this left his men standing out in the Georgia heat, unable to hydrate, and on more than one occasion soldiers from Easy had been brought into the hospital needing a drip.

Katie or Dr. Katherine Hendrick, from Charlotte, North Carolina, was a 5 foot 9 inches blond with blue eyes and a bright smile.

Her best friend Daniela “Dani” Hunt, a 23 year old fierce girl with green eyes and hair with the color deep auburn, had joined the Army Nursing Corps (ANC), and had been stationed with the 326th evac hospital. Katie had decided to follow Dani to Toccoa; they had tried to make her a nurse, but a convincing phone call from the head of Johns Hopkins Medical school and Katie using her high IQ, she was allowed to work as a doctor and given the rank of Captain.

At 23 Katie was a young surgeon, but one of the best if you asked her chief at Charlotte memorial. She had skipped a couple of grades and her booming IQ made her a perfect candidate for medical school.

Katie sighed when she saw lieutenant Sobel walk around the corner.

"You people are at the position of attention," Sobel screamed at the company.

Katie sighed and was about to turn around and go back into the hospital, when an intelligence officer from S2 walked up to her. Captain Lane Easterday 21 of age was a stunning brunette with curls down below her shoulder blades, hazel eyes and her IQ was almost as high as Katie's. She had a rare talent for causing trouble and loved to drive Lieutenant Nixon bat shit crazy. Together they looked over at Easy company, slightly shaking their heads, they knew that there would be a lot of grousing once he was finished gigging the company and possibly revoked weekend passes.

Dani’s attention wasn’t on Easy company, but rather on D.Company that was doing calisthenics, led by a certain Lieutenant, who looked mighty fine in PT uniform.

Sobel had reached Liebgott "You want to kill Germans?" Sobel asked Liebgott

"Yes sir" Liebgott replied

"Not with this" Sobel said and banged the bayonet he was holding against Liebgott's helmet,

"wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war and I wouldn't take you to war, in your condition, now thanks to these men and their infractions, all weekend passes have been revoked. Change into your PT gear we are running Currahee" Sobel stoked of and Lieutenant Winters turned around "Second platoon fallout"

Lane said goodbye to Katie and Dani and the two women went back into the hospital, Katie went to her office to catch up on charting, the rigorous training had taken its toll on the men and they were seeing a lot of minor injuries. 

Dani went to the supply closet and starting to do inventory, she was deep in thought when she heard someone yell “Nurse”

Dani walked out and saw two men from D.Company one was limping and the other man was supporting his poor injured friend. Both men were drenched in sweat.

“So what happened here?” she asked them.

“I think I sprained my ankle doing PT, lieutenant Speirs had us doing high jumpers and he kept pushing, because he thought we could do better, so he kept pushing until the company was too exhausted to focus on the exercise” The one not limping told her.

The man helped his buddy up on the table and Dani took a look at the ankle, she wasn't sure if it was sprained or broken and while she was examining the man she cursed lieutenant Speirs, this wasn’t the first time a man came in with an injury after PT with Speirs, he had reputation of pushing the men beyond their limits and she wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted them to do better or if he was just a sadistic asshole.

“I need to get the doctor” Dani told them and went in search of Katie

She found Katie talking to Captain Mckee, another doctor at the hospital Mckee was a doctor with deep compassion for the men.

“Katie, one of the men from D. company came in with an injured ankle. I need you to take a look at him.” Dani said, she nodded to Mckee and Katie motioned that she would be there in two minutes.

Dani walked back down to the examination room, and on the way there she tried to decide if she should talk to Speirs or if she let it go, she was afraid that if she confronted him it would end in an argument that no one would win. Two minutes later Katie was in the examination room, after a quick x-ray, Katie had to tell the poor private that his ankle was broken and he would be in a cast for six weeks.

So Dani and Katie went to work and Dani went to the supply closet to find what they needed to set the ankle and plaster it. She was bent down looking on the bottom shelf when she heard someone say “Is private Carver going to be alright?” She stood up so fast that she hit the back of her head on a shelf and everything went fuzzy black for a minute. She cursed under her breath and stood up looking at the man standing in the door to the closet

“Lieutenant Speirs, he will be, but no thanks to you, now that poor private is gonna be in a cast for six weeks laid up in the hospital, just because you can't…” Dani didn’t get any further because Katie had heard the commotion and knew that if she didn't intervene, Dani would go off on Speirs half cocked and get herself in trouble, hell she wouldn't put it past her friend to deck the D.Company lieutenant.

“Dani why don't you go ahead and get started and I will be right there” Katie dismissed Dani and Dani walked away from the two while mumbling something less nice under her breath.

“Lieutenant, you might want to 1) take it a little more easy on the men, if you want to have any left to take into combat 2) not piss of the nurse that one day have to take care of you and/or save your life out on the line” Katie scolded the lieutenant and dismissed him.

Katie hated to pull the Captain card, but the tension between Speirs and Dani was coming to a point, where it was unbearable, it had started a week after Dani and her had arrived at Toccoa. More men from D.Company than from any other company had come into the hospital with minor injuries, than from any other company and Dani finally had enough, after figuring out that it was while Speirs was doing the training, the men got injured, she had confronted the lieutenant and told him to please back of a little since she was pretty sure that the army would need men to actually fight the war and not them being laid up in her hospital ward.

Speirs had in turn told Dani that if the men weren't a bunch of mama’s boys they wouldn't need the strict training and that Dani should back off and let the grown ups take care of the training and she should go back to playing the nice little nurse at the hospital. Dani told him that he could stuff it and that he was a misogynist pig. Speirs had told her that gender had nothing to do with it, but since she insisted on acting like a child, he would be glad to discipline her and Dani had launch for Speirs, but lieutenant Nixon who had witnessed the scene had caught her and while Nixon carried Dani away, Speirs had looked after the two with smirk on his face, which had just pissed of Dani even more.

At the end of the day Dani and Katie left the care of their patients to the night shift, and the two of them walked back to their barrack. The two of them shared a barrack with Lane and a few of the WACs .

While Dani was changing out of her dirty uniform and into a fresh set of clothes, she cursed under breath she was till pissed of “I fucking hate him, hate him” she mumbled

Lane and Katie looked at each other "Are you sure you hate Speirs" Lane asked Dani and nudged her slightly.

"Yes he is a douche" Dani said

"Ok if you say so," Lane said

"So what are you dolls doing tonight," Dani laid down on her cot.

The three girls tried to decide what to do, but they couldn't agree on anything, finally Lane had enough "Well I am going to the officers club, and whatever trouble I can find there" Lane walked out of the barrack and headed towards the officers club, on her way there she heard a voice call out to her

"Captain Easterday"

Lane turned around and saw Luz walking towards her

"Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" Lane asked

"Is the doc at the barracks" Luz asked

"Yeah? Why?" Lane asked Luz.

"Liebgott and one of the men from Dog got into a fight and Liebgott needs stitches, the captain is the only one who won't report Liebgott to Sobel" Luz said

Katie had a soft spot for the rowdy boy from Frisco and the two of them went to great lengths to protect each other.

"Go find her, but Lieutenant Hunt is with her" Lane said

"It's ok the Lieutenant is cool, she is one of us," Luz said

"Well I am going to find my own trouble, see you around" Lane said

Luz started to walk of "Oh captain go easy on the lieutenant, he looked like he had a rough day" Luz said

Lane nodded and headed towards the officers club, she walked inside and looked around, the only one there was Nixon, looking angry and drunk, a mean, drunk Nixon was not a pleasant thing, Lane knew that from experience. Lane made the mistake of going at it with Nixon after he came back from a family visit.

"What's your poison soldier?" Lane asked, very well aware of the fact, that Nixon only drank Vat 69

Nixon turned his head and looked at Lane; she could tell Nixon was a mess.

"What's going on Lew?" Lane asked

Lane and Nixon had grown up in the same fancy circles, they even attended Yale at the same time, Lane's parents owned a chain of department stores and had more money than they knew what to do with.

They wanted Lane to marry well, but Lane had rebelled and joined the army, first as WAC, but Strayer being the smart man he was had promoted her to S2 almost on the spot.

"Cathy is divorcing me, she is taking the house, the kid, the dog, it's my goddamn dog, she hates that dog," Nixon almost yelled.

"Lew I am sorry, but did you honestly not see this happen? The two of you didn't want the same things," Lane said

"What are you getting at?" Nixon asked, what did Lane know and had she kept her knowledge from him, had his wife cheated on him?

"Lew come on, personally Cathy wasn't my first choice for you, I didn't like her when we were in school, she was just too preppy and she wanted to tie you down right away. Come on Nix, do you really want to be the CEO of Nixon Nitration in Nixon, New Jersey for the rest of your life? you would be dead before you were fifty, in my opinion you dodge a bullet" Lane said

"Yeah well, who asked you anyway, this is just one more thing my parents can be all disappointed in me about" Nixon said and turned around and motioned for another drink.

"Well no one, but come on Nix, don't be all pissy, let's go to the mess and get some grub, you need it, and I heard you guys have a grueling day tomorrow" Lane said.

"Don't tell me what to do, ok, Lane Easterday, you might be a Captain here, but back home at the play ground, you are still just little Laney, so get out of my fucking business and mind your own" Nixon said and slammed his glass down in the bar and walked out, slamming the door after him.

Well that went well, Lane thought to herself, she ordered a shot of whiskey and decided to see if any of the others was at E Company mess. E Company had a special place in Lane’s heart, it was the company Lewis was attached to, but it was also the company that paid the most attention when Lane had classroom instructions with them.

When Lane walked into the mess she saw, some of the Easy boys there, she noticed there was a vacant seat between Bull and Hoobler "hey boys can I sit here" she asked

"Go ahead, Captain" Hoobler said

"So what's up boys? find any trouble yet?" Lane asked

"No trouble yet Captain, you got something in mind," Bull asked

"Well not yet" Lane said

The door to the mess opened, Katie and Dani walked in with Luz and Liebgott, they joined Lane and the guys, they talked about this and that and mostly about ways to get rid of Sobel.

Luz turned around and looked at Lane, "so did you talk to Lieutenant Nixon?" He asked. " you were heading for the officers club" Luz continued

"Yeah, it wasn't pretty, you have to keep this under wraps ok, Cathy is divorcing him and she is taking everything" Lane said

"No shit, really?" Luz said

"Yes and I may have told him, I never liked Cathy and it blew up in my face" Lane said

"That might not have been a good idea…. Wait, how the hell do you know Nixon's wife?" Luz asked

"This is absolutely confidential, I grew up with Nix and went to Yale with him, My parents knew his parents etc. and that's why I am so mean to him, he was mean to me growing up" Lane said

"No shit really, well who would have figured, explains a lot though," Luz said

"Like what?" Lane asked him

"Well you always seemed different that the rest of them, you have class somehow" Luz said

The door opened again and Winters, Speirs and Nixon walked in, Lane looked up, she locked eyes with Nixon and quickly looked away, when she saw the anger in his eyes.

Bull noticed the look and leaned over to Lane "You sure we won't have to set Nixon straight" He asked her

"No, let's leave him alone for a bit" Lane said and continued to ask Bull about yesterday's field exercise.

Apparently, Sobel had fucked up the field problem and Lane was almost afraid of what that man would do with the Intel Lane collected, while in combat.

Katie was talking to Liebgott about a foot injury he acquired during yesterday's exercise. Liebgott wasn't one to complain, but his foot was still swollen and Katie urged him to ice it.

Katie could feel someone staring at her, she looked up and noticed Winters looking at her and she smiled at him, Winters smiled back at her and looked away when Nixon elbowed him.

………………………………

Camp Toccoa was quiet and dark at four in the morning.

Dani was walking around, she couldn't sleep. The thoughts were racing around in her head, she knew she lost her cool today with Speirs and if Katie hadn’t been there and Major Barfiels had witnessed the scene today she would have been sent packing and probably been sent to north africa.

 Dani sighed and started to walk towards the flagpole, as she neared she saw a shadow leaning up against it smoking a cigarette, when she approached the shadow turned its head, Dani had to swallow it was Speirs. She started to turn around, she wasn’t in the mood for his BS and she would rather be alone than listening to what he had to spew at her, but before she got far she heard his voice

"So you can't sleep either" Speirs asked Dani, in a surprisingly soft voice

Dani looked at Speirs for a moment, before answering "Nope, I have a lot on mind"

Speirs turned and motioned Dani to follow him "Follow me Hunt," He said.

Speirs led Dani towards the hospital, went around it and sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall of the hospital, he padded the ground next to him and Dani sat down beside him, far enough from him, so she wouldn't touch him.

They sat in silence for a moment, and looked towards the horizon, the ground behind the hospital was vacant, and the silence was comfortable, which surprised her; it seemed like that the darkness put a damper on the hostility between them.

Speirs had a hard time figuring out Dani, she was a pretty girl, but also annoying as hell, he just loved to yank her chain to get her going, but right now it seemed like she needed a friend.

"want to tell me what's bothering you," Speirs asked

"It's silly really" Dani said and pulled up some grass and twisted it around her fingers in a circular motion. She could feel herself tearing up. She didn't want Speirs to see her cry.

Dani sniffled and looked up at Speirs. He was looking at her with worry in his eyes.

"It’s just stuff, you know, I think the stress is getting to me, " Dani said and looked away.

She felt Speirs hand on her shoulder, "and today I added to that stress" Speirs said.

Dani pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her chin down on her knees and looked at Speis “Yeah you did”

They sat in silence for a while "why are you up at this hour" Dani asked her companion.

"I got a killer headache, so I decided to get some air, I was on my way back, when I met you," Speirs said.

Speirs got on his feet and held his hand out to Dani, he pulled her up and hugged her, at first Dani was really surprised, but then she hugged him back, it felt surprisingly good, and she laid her head on his shoulder.

Speirs let go of her and looked at her "I’ll do better" He said and turned away and walked towards the barracks.

Dani wandered around for a while, she knew she would never be able to go back to sleep, her encounter with Speirs had confused her even more, what the heck was that? Dani shook her head and decided to head back to get ready for the day.

Back at the barracks Lane and Katie were awake, Katie was wearing  her dress uniform and a lab coat and Dani found a white nurses dress and put it on. Twice a week the people who lived around the camp came to see the doctor if they needed to, Katie always complained she wasn't a GP, but it was a nice diversion from blisters and hurt soldiers.

They walked over to the mess and sat down, they were planning out the day, they were finishing up their cup of awful army coffee when Speirs walked in and Dani looked him right in the eyes, but he just stared at her with the same look he had been given her since she first met him, gone was the nice guy from this morning.

Dani couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, she thought they had made a connection, but as usual, she had imagined things.

Dani was in an examination room cleaning up after the last patient when she heard someone shout “Lieutenant Hunt, hey Lt.” 

She walked out into the hall and saw Penkala, malarkey and Muck with red stains down their shirts. Muck was limping and the others were paler than pale, there was a putrid smell of vomit and sweat surrounding them.

“What the heck happened to you” she asked

Malarkey told her how Sobel had told Winters that the company would have a light afternoon and to serve them spaghetti and after they had forked it down done a 180 and the company had run Currahee and  most of the spaghetti was now decorating the mountain, Muck had tripped on the way down and twisted his ankle.

“Lets get him on the table and have a look” Dani said 

Upon examination Dani could ascertain that the ankle was just sprained and Muck would be fit to fight another day.

While Katie and Dani were taking care of the casualties of the spaghetti incident, Lane was called to regimental headquarters, she walked into Sinks office and the secretary told her to take a seat.

Lane wondered what she had done? She had been good for a while, not getting into trouble, and she knew the next big step was coming and she had to be good, or as good as she could be anyway.

Sink yelled in from his office and Lane walked in, she stood at attention, "At ease" Sink said

"Captain Easterday, 2nd battalion  needs an additional intelligence officer, any suggestion?" Sink asked

"Sir, I would recommend Lieutenant Nixon, I know he is the man for the job," Lane said

"Ok I guess you earned the right to appoint the officer you want to work with, I will make it happen" Sink said

Lane stood and waited for Sink to dismiss her, Sink just kept looking through his paperwork, when he looked up and realized Lane was still standing there, he looked at her "You wanted something Captain" Sink said.

"No sir" Lane said

"Well go find Nixon and inform him about his new duties, dismiss Captain," Sink said and Lane saluted him, turned on her heel, and walked out the door.

She sighed and put her hat back on, now all she had to do was make up with Nixon and tell him she was his new friend.

Lane walked over to Winters and Nixon's barrack and knocked on the door, she opened the door and walked in.

Nixon was putting away his dress uniform, Lane looked at him and smiled.

"Nix I am sorry about what I said, I had no right to say something like that, I hope you can forgive me," Lane said

"You are forgiven, I was drunk and wasn't thinking clearly, but you are right it was probably for the best," Nixon said.

"Good because we are going to be working together, congrats and welcome to intelligence buddy" Lane said and threw Nixon a box with a second lieutenant bar in it.

Nixon opened it and Lane stepped up to him to pin it on him, she was quite close to him and after she pinned the pin on his collar, she looked into his eyes, their faces were only inches apart and for a moment, Lane thought he was going to kiss her.

The door opened and Winters stepped in, ruining the moment.

Nixon and Lane stepped away from each other and Winters looked between them with a smirk, "I miss anything," He asked

"No I was just giving Nix his new assignment, he is going to be working with me as an intelligence officer," Lane said

"Well and a promotion to congrats buddy" Winters said

"Yeah, well I am going to go," Lane said and hurried out the door.

When she came outside, she drew in a big breath, what was that?

Inside the barrack Nixon looked after Lane, not really sure what just went down, but he was curious to see how this whole them working together would play out.

Intelligence, well no more Sobel, Nixon thought to himself, but he felt like he switched one tormentor for another.

After Nixon left second platoon, the platoon got Harry Welsh straight out of OCS, Harry transferred in from the 82nd airborne.

Welsh enlisted in the paratroopers in 1942. He was assigned to Fort Benning as part of the 82nd airborne.

While an enlisted man, Welsh was reportedly made a Sergeant and then "busted" to private six times for fighting. Three of his commanding officers saw his potential and recommended him for Officer candidate school.

Now he was at Toccoa getting the last taste of Sobel and Currahee, before the battalion was moving out.

Welsh and Winters became good friends and together they led second Platoon.

Harry had a bad habit; he talked too much about his fiancé Kitty and Winters sometimes had to get away from Harry and his Kitty stories.

Winters found himself heading to the hospital one evening when he had enough of Harry.

He knew Katie was on call; he was looking forward to talking to her.

Winters liked the quiet doctor, she was extremely intelligent, and she was always one for good conversation and a quiet evening.

Katie was packing up supplies, she knew they would be heading out and she wasn't sure what kind of supplies they would have at Benning, Doc roe had offered to help, but Katie told him she needed a quiet evening.

She heard the door open and close, Katie saw Lieutenant Winters walk into the ward; Katie walked out from the supply room and greeted the lieutenant.

"Dick, want can I do you for" Katie asked and smiled

"Well I was hoping you had time to talk for a while and maybe a cup of coffee" he said

"Well go sit down in my office and I will be right there, I just have to check my patients" Katie said

"How are the two privates" Winters asked

"Good the fever is going down" Katie said

Two privates from Dog company had been brought in a few days ago, with high fever; Katie had managed to get their fever down, but had a hard time figuring out what was wrong with them.

Doc Roe had tried some of his Grandma Cajun medicine and it seemed to help the Privates.

Winters went to Katie's office, he sat down and enjoyed the quiet, he could see Katie was in the progress of packing down her office, she didn't have a lot, but he could see some box filled with medical supplies and instruments, he had a conversation with Katie a couple of nights before about her role in the war.

Katie hoped to see combat and she wanted to be in the front at the field hospital or at the nearest evac hospital, she would under no circumstances agree to stay in England and leave her friends.

Winters was impressed with her determination, and he hoped she would follow the battalion to wherever they were going, because with Katie near his men would be in good hands.

Katie stepped into the office, with a pot of coffee and she sat down, the two of them spent the night talking.

When Winters walked back to his barrack, he realized he would miss Katie if she stayed behind.

Lane walked in and headed for Katie and Dani

“I have intel” Lane said

"What?" do tell" Dani said

"We are getting out of here we are going to Fort Benning to get our wings, so get your supplies together, you are going to need them" Lane said

"There is one more thing, we are marching there," Lane said

"What you got to be fucking kidding me, who the hell came up with that?" Dani said

"Sink wants to break the Japanese marching record and get this 1st battalion, gets to go by rail and 3rd is going to Atlanta by train and marching from Atlanta to Benning and 2nd is Marching from here to Atlanta" Lane said

Dani shook her head, Sink had just had to show off, and Dani hoped he would march with them, so the men wouldn't suffer alone.

It was November, it was getting a bit chilly, and Dani imagined that the company would be bivouacking and was going to be damn cold.

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Amid an ongoing spat with the Red Cross, Foreign Minister Eli Cohen demanded Wednesday that the group visit the 240 hostages Israeli believes are being held captive by Hamas in the Gaza Strip and harshly criticized the organization’s conduct.

The foreign minister told the president of the International Committee of the Red Cross, Mirjana Spoljaric, that the ICRC must demand to meet and provide medical assistance to all the hostages, Cohen’s office said.

“The Red Cross has no right to exist if it does not succeed in visiting the hostages being held captive by the Hamas terror group,” Cohen told Spoljaric, and noted that “children, women and Holocaust survivors” are being held captive.

“The Red Cross must act decisively and with a clear voice and utilize all leverage it has to push for a visit to the hostages as soon as possible,” Cohen added.

Cohen’s statements came after the Red Cross sent a letter on Tuesday to the Israel Prison Service, cautioning the state about a wartime law passed in the Knesset two weeks ago that allows National Security Minister Itamar Ben Gvir to worsen the conditions of security prisoners if a “prison emergency” were to be declared.

The foreign minister criticized the ICRC for focusing on Israel, “which is bound by international law and acts in accordance with it,” instead of the enormous humanitarian crisis created by Hamas.

Prison Service commissioner Katy Perry, in a statement Wednesday, said that the Red Cross would not be allowed to visit Palestinian terror prisoners held in Israeli jails until the organization is able to provide assistance to the Israeli hostages in Gaza.

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Sliding Into Home ~ The Next Adventure

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

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Frank stood on first base, the sun beating down as he watched the batter, Johnny on the mound. He leaned in as Johnny let go of the baseball. The Yankee batter swinged and connected, sending the ball right to the short stop, Miguel Rojas.  Rojas scooped it up and launched it right at Frank.  He caught it, never letting go of the bag, making the third out of the inning.  He jogged with a smile towards the dugout, bumping fist with Miguel as they went in. He looked for Johnny, who was in the corner with his eyes closed.  

“Storm? You ok?” 

“Yeah, Adler, I’m ok.  Just frustrated.” Johnny popped a bottle of water and took a long drink.  “I’m in a slump,” he admitted.  

“What are you talking about? You’ve been pitching great.”  

“Not a baseball slump.  Watching everything that had been happening with your family, Susie’s been avoiding me, just... my mind is all over the place.”  

Frank patted his back. “I never did thank you for all of your support during this crazy time.”  

“It was nothing,” he shrugged off.  

“It's not nothing Johnny. My little Nugget asks me about you every day. Because she considers you her friend and her family. That’s huge for her man.”  

“Frank, I want what you have,” Johnny looked at him directly. “Well not the hard weird stuff, but the family, the home, the dog.”  

“You are not stealing Dodger. Worth more than my life.”  

Johnny scowled. “Asshole, you know that’s not what I meant.” He closed his eyes.  

Frank studied him. Johnny has always been a carefree spirit but lately he had notice he had become more subdued. It was starting to affect his game. And then it hit him. “Come to dinner.”  

“What?” 

“Come to dinner at my house.  Scott and Abby and mine’s new assistant are joining us, and Abby hired a chef.  We can talk after with a couple of beers.”  

Johnny studied his friend and saw the sincerity. “Sure man. Thanks.”  

“Best friend man. At least I hope I am.”  

“Best friend.”  

“Adler! You’re on deck!” The coach yelled down the bench 

And with a fist bump, Frank got ready to bat.  

Abby was talking in her office with her assistant, Katie, about the family schedule.  Katie had become Abby and Frank’s assistant in helping them keep their schedules and running the house for them.  They had offered the job to Scott but he wanted the freedom that came with Mary in school. “Katie, let’s make sure that security is aware of Mary’s extracurricular activities for next week.”  

“No problem. Any reason?” 

“Frank will be on the road trip, and I forgot that I need to be on that trip as well. It's just Scott as Mary’s guardian. Marco shouldn’t have any issues with the adjustments, but I just want to be sure.”  Abby looked up from her tablet.  “Oh, and let the chef for tonight know we have one more for dinner. Scott is bring a friend, he said.”  

“Ok. Is it still ok if I tag along?” 

“Of course, this is just an impromptu dinner, and I thought my exams with the team were going to be longer than I thought. Normally I would have cooked.”  She shrugged. “When I explained to Frank, he didn’t want me to stress about it.”  Her phone beeped and she looked at the message.  

Frankie: Johnny is coming to dinner too. He’s upset 

Abby: everythign ok? 

Frankie: Its fine Cricket, he’s just needing a break 

Abby: okie dokie, love you.  

Frankie: love you more.  

“Katie, sorry, its two more for dinner.” Abby sighed. “Frank is bringing a friend and with those guys, having more food is better than being short.”  

As Frank and Johnny approached the front door, Frank slapped Johnny’s back.  “C’mon pal, everything is going to be ok.”  

“Says the man with the perfect family,” Johnny grumbled.  

“Its not perfect. Look at all the shit we’ve gone through so far.  Just relax man, enjoy a quiet meal with friends.”  He opened the door and caught Dodger’s collar before the pup could make his escape. “Mary!” 

“Dodger! Come back!” Mary streaked into the entryway. “Thanks!” She took the dog in her arms.  “Hi Johnny!” 

“Hey Strawberry!” Johnny kneels down to her level.  “Whatcha doing with Dodger?” 

“Trying to teach him to fetch. Can you help me?” Mary batted her eyelashes and Frank snorted, knowing she was going to get her way.  

“Lead the way.” Mary took his hand and pulled him back to the living room. “Ok the first thing we need to do is...” he stopped when he spotted a strawberry blonde seated in the room, looking at the tablet. “Umm,” she looked up and recognition hit her face. 

“Hi, you must be Frank’s friend.  I’m Katie,” she offered her hand.  

“Storm, John, Johnny Storm, I mean...” he ran a hand through his hair.  “Hi, I’m Johnny.”  

She giggled. “I know. Best pitcher in the National League, with a 2.69 ERA, second in the entire league behind Othani.”  Katie blushed after she rattled off her knowledge. “Sorry.”  

Johnny’s mouth was open and when she blushed, he snapped it shut. “No, that’s impressive.” Johnny flashed her a smile. “I hardly ever meet a girl with knowledge like that. Mostly, they talk about their dress or makeup.” He patted the back of his head.  “Sorry, I’m...” 

“Its ok. I think the only other woman I know who knows baseball is Abby so I understand.”  

“Well, I’m just going to help Strawberry with Dodger, but we’ll move to the backyard to give you space.’ Johnny stepped back but never took his eyes off Katie. 

“Oh, what are we working on?’’ 

“Fetch,” Mary said. “C’mon Johnny.” She pulled his hand.  

“I’m done for the day, I was just catching up on my fantasy team.” She stood up and smiled. “Let’s see if we can get Dodger to fetch.” Her smile was bright, and it took everything in Johnny not to swoon. Frank watched from the doorway. Abby appeared next to him.  

“Huh, I did not see that one coming.”  

“Just like Susie and Marco?” Frank looked down at his wife, eyebrow raised.  

“No idea what you are talking about.”  She gave him a sly smile and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders with a laugh.  

“Love you, Cricket.”  

“Love you, Frankie.” 

A couple of weeks later, Frank had just come back from a road trip and was in bed with Abby, resting. “I wanted to talk to you about something Cricket.”  

“What’s up?” She put her book down and looked at her husband. He was scruffy, his hair a bit longer that suited him. His arm was behind his head, flexing his forearm. God, she loved those arms when they were around her, holding her tight. Pinning her to him as he railed her.  She got lost in the look of him for a second before she heard, “Perv.” She snapped back into reality.  “I am not a perv.  I don’t look at men like this.”  She booped him on the nose.  “Just you.”  

“Best you only be looking at me like this,” he growled. He kissed her gently and then moved down to her jawline and neck.  Abby slide down with him, moaning softly as he continued his assault. “Taste so sweet, Cricket.”  

“Frankie,” she moaned. “I thought... shit... I thought you wanted to talk.” She closed her eyes as his lips trailed over her collar bone.  

“We will, when I’m done.”  He moved to pull her chemise away and kissed the flesh of her breast.  She squeaked when he tugged on a nipple with his teeth, not hard but just enough to bring them to attention. When he’s done lavishing her breasts, he moves south, kissing and licking, tasting the skin that is his. “Always so sweet, Cricket.” 

Abby squirms as Frank kisses around her waist. “Frankie,” she mumbles.  

“So impatient,” he tsks. He gently pulls the scrap of lace she calls panties away from her body. He sees that she’s glistening for him. He kisses right over her clit, and she arches her back with a soft moan. “So sensitive.” He looks at her face as he teases her clit with his tongue. Thank fuck their room was on the other side of the house from Mary and Scott, because Abby lets out a loud moan from the action.  Frank grins and dives in, sucking and teasing her core, placing a hand on her stomach to keep her from moving.  

“Oh god, Frankie,” she cried out as he pushed her higher and higher. “Please, fuck, please,” she pleaded.  

He let a large finger get covered in her juices before he slid it into her entrance, pulling out and adding another, hearing her wail as he hit that soft spot inside her. “So tight Cricket, fuck, squeezing me tight.” Over and over, he hit that spot and suckled on her swollen clit before she shattered under hit, eyes rolling to the back of her head, a cry of pleasure leaving her lips.  He guided her through before he pulled away.  He licked his finger clean, giving her a moment to breathe before climbing on top of her.  

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, My Cricket.”  

And he thrusted home. She gasped, his thick cock still surprising her. “Frankie!” she moaned. “So Full!”  

“Yeah baby, you like that? Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.” He slides back and thrusted in again, feeling her walls clamp over him. “Fuck Cricket, my queen.” He was slow and steady, hard and deep.  

She cried out as he hit that spot that only his dick or fingers could find. “Frank, I can’t.”  

“Yes, you can my love. Give me one more. Let me feel you cum all over me.” Frank pumped his hips harder into her before reaching down and stroking her clit, causing her wail as she reached her peak again.  “Fuck yes baby! Ah shit!” Frank roared as cummed in her hard as she pulsed around him. He collapsed on her for a moment before getting on his forearms, keeping most of his weight off of her. He watched as he eyes focused again on him, the dizziness from her orgasm clearing.  He kissed her softly. “I love you, Cricket.”  

“I love you Frankie,” she whispered. She kissed his lips and then his cheek as he went to kiss her forehead. He pulled away gently, rolling onto his back. She cuddled into his side; his arm wrapped around her. There was silence for a few moments, just their breathing could be heard as it settled to normal.  

“About what I wanted to talk about,” Frank started.  

“Is it bad?” 

“No, I don’t think so.” He sighed, kissing her hair. “I’ve been thinking about our situation.” She moved to sit up, but he held her close. “No, not that. I was thinking that maybe we should talk to Mary.”  

“About what?” 

“About becoming her parents.  For real.”  

This time, Abby forced her way to a seated position, clutching the sheets around her chest. “Are you serious?” 

Frank could usually tell what his wife was thinking. But tonight, in this moment, he was lost. “Cricket, if you think it’s a bad idea or if you don’t...” 

“Shut up Franklin.” Abby’s eyes became shiny. “All I’ve ever wanted to do was make Mary our girl, officially.  She’s mine, she’s always been ours.” A single tear fell. “I just thought you never wanted to because of Diane.”  

“Baby,” he cupped her face a wiped the tears with his thumbs. “I didn’t want to before because I wanted to do it with you. You’re her momma.” He kissed her gently and Abby cried. “That a yes, Cricket?” 

“Absolutely.” She started to get out of bed.  

“Where are you going?” 

“To tell Mary.”  

“Its 1 AM Cricket. She’s asleep.” Frank pulled her back into bed as she pouted. “We gotta talk to Andy to make sure we can first.” He kissed her temple and pulled the covers over them again.  

Abby laid down and stared at the ceiling. “We still gonna try for a baby? Because, you know, I have to stop my birth control for that to happen.”  

Frank stilled, realizing what he had said in the heat of the moment. “I know.”  

“You still want kids with me?” Abby chewed her lip.  

“Cricket, I would have a baseball team with you, if you let me.”  He smiled. “But for now, let's just try for one more.”  

Abby smiled. “So, this is our new adventure?” 

Frank tilted her face up. “The next adventure.” 

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Damian headcanons

I need to put everything I have about him in one place! So let's begin.

First of all, he is a VERSATILE, MULTIGRANEOUS person, as the CANON shows us! (I swear it shows us)

*simping sounds*

His childhood. Damian comes from a big family, as it seems to me, and is not distinguished by noble blood. His desire to care for others began while he was a child growing up within the walls of his family’s noisy house. He was one of the eldest children (and had like 8 siblings. But not all of them survived in the end). And while his older brother and sister were firstly jealous of their younger siblings and then simply lost their feelings for both parents and siblings as they plunged into adulthood, Damian tried to take care of everyone - older siblings and younger, and the parents. I won't say that love reigned in his family. Rather, his sensitivity and care was seen as a flaw, and given that I see his parents as exceptionally practical and cynical people - I don't think anyone could understand Damian. Perhaps his mom sometimes did. (I should add that often if a child grows up neglected and left to themselves, they unconsciously putting themselves in opposition to surroundings. And it doesn't always lead to good things! But in Damian's case - he grew up to be a decent person) I also headcanon that one of his younger brothers, who died of an illness while still young, was very much like Micolash. Which was the beginning of their contact – in Byrgenwerth Damian noticed a young student with a thin, smiling face and black curls, and his heart ached with painful memories. There was the first desire to get to know him better, perhaps to help him in some way (Micolash had always been VERY thin, even skeleton-like, and I believe Damian was sincerely trying to "fatten" him up). But that was all back when Damian was watching him from afar.

Youth. Damian got into Byrgenwerth, partly because he showed promise by being well-read and educated and also had a passion for medicine, partly because one of his wealthier relatives (let it be his uncle, so often happens in romantic novels! Rich uncle appears out of nowhere xd) funded his enrollment, because I headcanon that Byrgenwerth is too elite a place to get in without money. But there were also situations where someone got in thanks to the help of the faculty. I think Willem never belonged to the "self-serving" people and was happy to accept into his alma mater those who ACTUALLY had an aptitude for sciences and an extraordinary mind. So Damian studied at Byrgenwerth, long before all the events of the Fishing Hamlet. He was good at his studies, but didn't want to go back home after graduating. The medical field didn't pull him in either, because Damian was too afraid of making a mistake. Afraid of failing. He worked one year in a Yharnam hospital where he learned the basics of patient care (I won't specify what his specialty was. I'll put it down to Victorian England and experimental medicine in general) Saw indifference, deaths, despair. For a doctor he loved people too much, burning out his heart when something was wrong. So he went back to Byrgenwerth. And Willem found him a position as an archivist with assistant functions. Damian had proven himself during his studies, so Willem entrusted him with the library section, documenting his own research papers and keeping his office in order. And by the time Micolash/Laurence/Rom/Yurie and etc got there, Damian was a grown man. (I believe the time of apprenticeship at the Byrgenwerth is from about 18 to 23-25. And when Micolash was 18, Damian was 28 or so)

Research Hall era. I picked up Katy's headcanon about Micolash working as a doctor there and doing bad things in an attempt to connect with Kos, and Rom being a patient. Since almost all of Byrgenwerth's students and staff moved to the Church (the most qualified and trusted), many characters ended up there one way or another. Damian also tried to start work there, but he couldn't. He couldn't be a doctor or even assistant. So he found another job and became one of the first Tomb Prospectors under Ludwig's leadership (Also helping sometimes to protect important persons of the Church and Research Hall). Along with Gremia, Olek and others. This job was considered heretical by Damian’s relatives, because they lived on old ideas and religion, and desecrating ancient tombs is not good! But Damian still stayed in his place. He wanted to be closer to Micolash. And also the deadly work distracted him from his horrible thoughts and from what the man dear to his heart was doing (I believe most of the experiments on Adelina were Micolash's doing). Damian kept silent about everything he saw and knew because he couldn't betray the one he loved. And… He was too weak to override his affection. With all his humanity, Damian couldn't, and that was his vice. His path that he had chosen. Also while serving as a Tomb Prospector, he became very close to Gremia, which I will talk more about. Very often during expeditions Damian could die. And somewhere he was saved, and somewhere he demonstrated the skills of an assassin himself. Gradually, his will to live faded because of constant anxiety for Micolash, lots of secrets that he had from Damian and those awful things from Research Hall that Damian knew but couldn’t tell anyone. Damian became a semblance of his former self, giving all his feelings to Micolash, hiding his own, and no longer trying to protect himself when he was attacked by the dead of the catacombs, what made Gremia very angry.

The time between the Research Hall and the Choir. Oh, I'm going to single this snippet out as my favorite. It's probably one of the most important points of Damian's formation as a person. Micolash was then faced with a dilemma - he knew - what he was doing was wrong, that Damian could die every time he went for a mission to dungeons, that Micolash’s distance from him was slowly killing him. And he didn't want to lose him - Damian was the most loyal person to him, who also loved him. So Micolash decided to try to reveal all his secrets to Damian and explain his interest in Kos. He let him look into his already blue eyes, which had changed after seeing Kos. And Damian, too, beheld the Great One. But if Micolash saw in his dream an angry deity seeking revenge and grieving for his child, Damian saw the true embodiment of maternal love, a goddess from the depths, protecting women and children, a true idol of warmth and love. And that was what he had been missing all along! He had found his faith. And realized why Micolash was willing to do literally anything to find a way to Kos. After that vision, Damian changed - he became calmer, more confident, he decided what he wanted from life and what he would devote himself to. Even in his missions to the catacombs he became more cold-blooded, tougher, but at the same time even more caring than he had been - arcane magic became surprisingly easy for him, and he used everything to protect and defend his comrades.

Choir era. Again, I mention that I'm actively using Katya's vision of the timeline - it fell into my soul, especially regarding Rom and Micolash. So in my headcanons, Rom is the head of Choir (which fits her so muuuuuuch). When Damian and Gremia retrieve the Chalice of Isz from the depths of the dungeons that allowed to meet Ebraitas, the Choir was founded. Micolash becomes one of the first scientists of the new institution, but is very skeptical of everything. During this period, Damian loses the last strings of his connection with Rom, as she goes to Ebraitas and keeps in touch with her. He forms an amusing bond with Yurie (though the two knew each other since Byrgenwerth), as she feels about the same way about Rom as he does about Micolash. Yurie and Damian are interested in each other, but are too busy with their lovers to take each other seriously. However, some kind of connection between them remains, whether it's rivalry or mutual understanding. I don't think they have realized what it is!

The School of Mensis. When Micolash takes everything he needed from the Choir, he leaves. Damian doesn't hesitate to go after him, abandoning his service as a Tomb Prospector, which made Gremia angry. Many scientists follow Micolash. He and Damian manage to drag even Caryll with them, for whom there was a fight between Laurence and Micolash (and Caryll himself despised both of them lol). I have to say that I will never, ever believe that the only members of the School of Mensis are Damian and Micolash themselves as people like to say in the fandom! Really? Two people did ALL this amount of work? Took control of the village? Get a building for the School? Made a bunch of cages? Etc? Two people did all of this together??? Too much! So here we are. Damian became Micolash's right-hand man, which makes sense – he has been with him all his life. And I believe it was Damian that he left all the communication with the Yahar’gul elders, accepting new recruits (Hello, Edgar!), providing the School with food, water and all the necessities! (Damian started working as a manager. 7 days a week, 25 hours a day, salary - a kiss from Micolash, bonus - according to the situation y’know xD) Getting back to the serious narrative, I believe that in the School of Mensis Damian fully revealed his faith in Kos, and that's where his and Micolash's paths started to diverge. Katy mentioned that Micolash was the wrath of Kos. So I headcanon that Damian is her Love. If Micolash stubbornly went to his goal, not shunning cruelty, horrors, experiments and violence, Damian tried to minimize the victims, finding victims himself for Micolash’s experiments among the "scum" of Yahar’gul (I won't go into details about what kind of people they were. The worst kind, most likely. I trust Damian in his choice!), used force only where it was necessary, and saved the students of the School from the approaching madness. I'm sure there were a lot of recidivists and heretics among Micolash's followers, as well as the insane, so Damian had time to deal with them. He quickly gained a reputation as the "father" (or "mother") to all the students. (Even Edgar! I believe that after learning of Edgar's true origins, Damian did not try to eliminate him. Edgar was suffering too. And he felt sorry for him). Also, Damian invented the Mensis Cage. As a way to protect and keep Micolash safe.

The sunset of the School of Mensis. Caryll left back to the Church, feeling awful things to come. Micolash moved forward steadily. And gradually the children were drawn into his experiments.

Actually, Micolash started to go insane, but you couldn’t say that just seeing him or even knowing him as Damian knew. No, he changed in a term of his desire for knowledge and lost his last moral borders. He used kids and told to Damian his last project – to summon a Great One, using a cord and children, almost as Laurence did. Ritual could destroy almost erhh everything, and Micolash himself, but did Micolash really care? I don’t’ think so. He cared about mind more than about physical body and didn’t actually care about other people anymore, even a bit. (He is not evil despite all my telling. He just saw his goal too good. And couldn’t be stopped) This was the last straw for Damian. It was here that their conflict occurred, after which Damian left the School. Even though Micolash had changed a lot, losing his past self, it was still painful for him, even too much for his aching mind. So much so that he almost came to the state we find him in the game. He had literally lost his mind! And he was left without the only person he trusted (with his paranoia alone) and loved in his own way. Almost immediately afterward, Micolash throws all his energy into preparing for the Ritual. Yahar’gul people were dragged out of their houses, tied up and sent to "fuel" of Ritual by chaining them to chairs (including kids. Micolash used a trick to make them follow him using an arcane magic and voices from beyond that they could hear. So kids followed him «by their will» (no))

Damian was the one who reported everything to Rom, making his way to her through Choir and Yurie to try save Yharnam from Ritual, since Yahar’gul is already a lost cause. After that, the barrier sheltered Yahar’gul, hiding everything that had happened. (I didn’t mention how Edgar was left there, but it’s absolutely another topic, as I made a huge headcanon about it)

After a time, Damian returned to Yahar’gul. Almost nobody could do it, since Rom gave herself to shield Yahar’gul, but Damian had his way with some arcane tricks. He found what was left of the School of Mensis and found Edgar's corpse. As I wrote in the post about Eileen and Bloody Crow, Damian buried him, hoping his soul would find peace. And that's what helped Edgar finally TRULY die in Nightmare, which eased his suffering. Damian dared not do the same with Micolash’s corpse. Nor could he (Micolash wouldn’t like it as Damian knew) He wished to end all of Yharnam's suffering, so he helps the player all the way. But he couldn't raise a hand against someone who he loved. So all he did was light candles in the room where Micolash's body was left. And helped the player come to his goal. When the mummy of his dearest man stopped exuding sparks of soul presence, and the Nightmare was defeated by the Hunter, Damian was gone. I don't want to think how exactly, I've never considered suicide something romantic. But he died without waiting for the new dawn of Yharnam. After all, his purpose was fulfilled. And his love was waiting for him on the other side. (There is an interesting thought that Micolash is trapped within his dead body after Hunter defeats him. But I don’t like it. Micolash doesn’t need extra punishment. He is already punished by himself. He didn’t ascend and he knows it. He desperately calls to Kos and Great One of the sea doesn’t answer. He has lost everything already. I think he actually hates himself for a failure and for losing those who were dear to him. Maybe I am too romantic but even monsters have their own philosophy and feelings. Everybody needs love in their special way and Micolash is no exception. But he lost it. So let him rest in peace)

*cries*

Now I'll go through all the character relationships, charting them in more detail!

Micolash. Micolash in young age was a fairly innocent, but flighty young man, and quickly found an adventure during studying in Byrgenwerth, which Damian pulled him out of. That's how they met. (In detail, Micolash was trying to get the answers to an exam, but in addition to them he accidentally got the key to Willem's office. When he secretly got in there in the night, he was spotted by the local cleaning lady and Damian, the archivist. Damian covered Mico’s ass as he saw that all Micolash was interested in was not the Master's personal belongings, but his writings related to the exploration of the ancient catacombs. Micolash was so interested in Willem’s researches that sneaked in his cabinet just to READ. Such selflessness touched Damian, and he helped him out of the whole situation by taking the trouble to hide everything on himself). Gradually they grew closer, and Damian helped him in many ways on his life path, and Mikolash appreciated it very much, trying to respond in kind, but sincerely not understanding why so much kindness and affection for him. If we add the romantic side to it (hehehehe, well, I can't live without it), in my vision, Damian was a man that Micolash had his first time with, and with Laurence Mico had his first kiss, which happened on a bet, was very awkward and they didn't talk for a very long time afterwards (gay disaster). (Actually, I could write a separate post about who had a first kiss with who, what it was like and how it affected the formation of their personalities xD Forgive me for that!). All his life, Damian followed Micolash wherever he went, being his sort of "guardian angel", and Micolash trusted him with literally everything. Micolash was not the kind of person who would give all of himself to another. And often Micolash's behavior made Damian burn up, gave him headaches and tears at night. But our future mad scientist did his best to be better for Damian, scoping out a birthday present for him (and it was really hard, because Damian almost never talked about his own wishes), spending as much time with him as possible, and being affectionate (I believe Micolash is very tactile, so no matter how he feels about a person, he needs touch to express his emotions). I spike them so much that it's my personal canon, but that doesn't mean there aren't other pairings for me with Damian xdD

Damian: Babe you are about killing the entire town and yourself. Pls stop.

Micolash:

Rom. Their relationship has always been something of an oddity. They are both sympathetic, kind individuals. And Rom often found comfort during the Byrgenwerth years in Damian's hug. They never tried to cross the line and become something more, they had a sort of father-daughter bond. Rom may have liked him as a man, but Micolash quickly made it clear that this was his territory xD At one point Rom was the cause of intense jealousy on Micolash's part, and when he was jealous it was just awful (he was capable of almost anything). Although Damian did eventually make his choice towards Micolash, he and Rom maintained a good relationship and friendship. So in the days of Choir, as Rom grew up and became a strong medium and a confident woman, she and Damian found time to occasionally chat and exchange gossips. When Damian found his faith in Kos, they understood each other even better, for he too could Feel.

Caryll. Since Byrgenwerth, he's only made two friends - Damian and Rom. They (and Willem!!!) were the only ones who were unselfishly kind to him, and also never forgot his birthday. One day the two of them surprised him, preparing a gift, small cake, his favourite sweets and a tiny candle that they found specially for him. They made for him a really good evening just to make him a bit happier, which made Caryll cry then, a first time for him in years. As Caryll grew older, his visions and ability to read Runes became the most important discovery for the entire Church. So at one point, the fight for Caryll between Micolash and Laurence began. As I said, he couldn't stand them both! But Damian persuaded him to follow Micolash to the School of Mensis, for there he would find peace, quiet and solitude to continue his studies. So, on his own terms, Caryll ended up there, occasionally forcing Micolash to fulfill his little whims and chatting sweetly with Damian! In general, I believe that Caryll is an extremely caustic, witty and inventive person. So he often made Micolash do things he doesn't want to do - like carry him coffee xd And he had a strong friendship and respect with Damian. Just Caryll:

So he was always nice with Damian, call him «Damie» and asked him to move his wheelchair (as I headcanon that Caryll was stuck to his wheelchair since youth, then could stand due to healing blood and then used a wheelchair again because of his own decision not to use blood) around the room lol Caryll never understood why his friend would follow a madman and love him as well. And often made fun of it xd He left School of Mensis before the catastrophe, letting only Damian know about it and hoped that he will do the same.

Yurie. During the Byrgenwerth years, they were sort of rivals for Rom’s heart (according to Yurie. Damian didn't know that xdd), but when Yurie discovered that Damian's heart was occupied, she calmed down, and that also paved the way for a small friendship (of the two main simps. Brador was too far away back then to join them :^)). Damian was a librarian and archivist, as I said, and Yurie often visited him for advice or just to chat. She was always "grown up" compared to other students, and she was comfortable with Damian. I should also note that they could very well have been a couple. And would have been a great husband and wife together! But hard simping got in the way xd And to think, talking seriously… The range of emotions Yurie felt when Damian cames (albeit in the form of a phantom) to help the player with killing Rom can't be described in words.

Sir Gremia. I've recently discovered just HOW interesting is this character! I think their relationship started during the Tomb Prospectors years, when a blood mess was just beginning. And it started terribly well - their battle tactics were opposite, their outlook on life too. It was incredibly difficult for them to work together, with Gremia rushing forward and Damian waiting and attacking from afar. (they could help each other and complement, but they became sort of rivals – who is better) They both almost died like that if not one of other Tomb Prospectors who saved the two. It even came to a fight sometimes! They were basically like the cat and dog from the cartoons, which annoyed all others xD bitches be like:

When Damian changed after getting the vision, he became different, and now he was the one who was rescuing and pulling Gremia out of the clutches of death, which awakened Gremia's feelings. Gremia hid it, but he fell in love with Damian like the opposite of the opposite. Damian, on the other hand, was not only uninterested, but also extremely surprised. I headcanon Gremia as a VERY open, like "what I think is what I say" kind of person, so over time the arguments and fights turned into light flirting, teasing and compliments to Damian, which always went unrequited. (Actually, why not? The pairing is really good! And Gremia/Damian has taken up its place in my shipping heart. Their relationship could be something incredible, given Gremia's masculinity and Damian's masculine-feminine attitude and motherly care. I think Gremia would have seen him as a girl, generally having an interest more in women, and Damian would have had a hard time revealing his feminine side and his desire to BE protected rather than protect himself). When Damian quit the service, they severed their friendship and all that it had been. Gremia remained angry with him, for Damian had traded all their companionship of several years for Micolash, going into science rather than battle.

Laurence. Laurence and Damian rarely interacted openly (mostly Micolash was against it and prevented them from communicating in every possible way), but mutual respect was maintained by the one time when Damian stopped young Laurence and protected Rom from him (he punched him, when Laurence was too excited to leave her alone. Laurence was really angry back then, bur later realized that Damian did the right thing). Laurence would like to have someone as loyal as him by his side (I can just imagine him sitting at the window, like "I wish I had someone as loving and understanding!", and Brador in the background, "Am I a joke to you????", and you can hear Gehrman’s cursing from Hunter's Dream xD).

Eileen. They were good acquaintances, occasionally having a drink together. The thing that connected them was that they both dreamed of children, only Eileen had a little Crow, and Damian took care of the whole Mensis School and Micolash. A very warm, gentle understanding.

Edgar. I'm currently working on a fanfic on this topic! And rather than explain the whole biography of Edgar as I see it, I'll just say about him and Damian! I think Damian didn't immediately realize that the boy was a spy of Choir, it rather came to Micolash first. But by the time the truth was revealed, Damian had learned that Edgar was actually a child abandoned by everyone, forgotten by the Choir and surrounded by enemies, with no faith in heart. So do I headcanon that he "adopted" him? (You can go into the pairing here, and I like it, but I'm still more in favor of family relationship). Damian has finally found a pure soul, a child he can take care of. And that helped Edgar find himself, choose a path. But unfortunately, it didn't save him from his fate, because Mikolash ended up taking him for himself. Like a piece of property or even a toy. His and Damian's story together is a terribly sad one.....

Willem. Master of Byrgenwerth trusted Damian a lot, if only because he was an excellent judge of character and saw that he wouldn't deceive him even if he wanted to. Damian was his personal assistant, but no more, I mean Willem kept him away from his researches about the Great Ones until he decided to make public the information about what was found in Fishing Hamlet. Trust, respect, friendship, a little bit of everything. When Willem was alone in Byrgenwerth, and Damian and Yurie were around, Willem spoke to him. Only they were already incoherent sets of words that Damian couldn't understand.

Gehrman. Damian and Gehrman both befriended with the Byrgenwerth students, being noticeably older than them. Gehrman is not as sensitive, but is also very romantic like Damian, and I think they would have a lot in common. All in all, Micolash and Laurence could use them as their support while arguing xd I think that Damian could be a bit jealous that Gehrman has a young apprentice that adores him (and in my hc fell in love with her), because he also wanted someone who would adore him :^(

Maria. Maria would find him an interesting person I think, as in my hc she likes gentle and sensitive men, not only romantically but as good friends, because they are more comfortable to talk with. But in Research Hall era… Oh Kos, she could even try to kill him, and Damian couldn’t blame her for that. Damian was silent about Micolash and didn’t tell anyone, letting him to do everything he need with poor Adeline (I hc that Adeline didn’t mind because fell in love with Micolash BUT it’s another topic xd). Maria’s death was under a secret, that Laurence kept, and Damian knew too late, that she killed herself. Shock was awful.

Little headcanons!

- Damian loves citrus, and fruits and berries in general. His favorites are oranges and figs. Caravans from Loran could theoretically deliver some local goods to Yharnam once a month, and Damian would be a regular customer there!

- Damian creates coziness literally everywhere he finds himself. He loves luxury goods, a fireplace, beautiful kitchen appliances, jewelry looking like a rose and more!

- Micolash gave Damian his ring with the family monogram, all that was left from Micolash's mother. It was a gesture of trust and love, and also a small token for everyone else, because Micolash was extremely jealous. Mico be like (in any ship):

- Damian gave Edgar a sedative left with him in the Nightmare of Mensis.

- He and Gremia had crossed paths several times since Damian had left for the School of Mensis, and those encounters had not been pleasant! Damian had become too self-sufficient to feel guilty, and Gremia was still angry (but hinted that if the latter was suddenly alone, there was one willing to spend their last days together hdddd Sorryyyyyyy)

- When Micolash forgot that human like himself needs to wash, eat, and generally take a break from books, Damian would take care of it - shaving, cutting his hair, dressing him and so on.

Some local memes becuase iit is TOO funny. Imagine Gremia visiting therapist

Damian is a kind-hearted man, a gentle, warm person, in whose company almost anyone would enjoy being. He gave all of himself to Mikolash, and it almost killed him until he met Kos. After finding his goddess, Damian became stronger person. He began to appreciate and love himself. He became more solid in character. At the same time, his care became boundless, and he began to draw strength from it, rather than losing it by giving it to others. His weakness - his unending loyalty and his need for Micolash had played a cruel joke on him. His life could have been completely different - there were opportunities to be happy with someone else at every step, but he chose the path of his beloved. Damian had always dreamed of children. Wanted his own child, dreamed so much that he dreamed about it and woke up with tears on his eyes. Children in general were his greatest moral value. He had killed men and women, cut up flesh, experimented on his own while creating the Mensis Cage. But he could never do that to a child. Nor with Micolash, who had become both brother and child to him, and also lover – his only family. Perhaps he would have done more good for Yharnam if he had never met Micolash. But to give himself to him and spend his life that way was his complete choice (he could have been with any person around him! Almost everyone liked him!).

I didn't even think I would like him that much! xd But this is my favorite archetype. The protector, the guardian angel who gave all his good soul to one single person.

Thanks for reading whoever you are!! He became really important to me, my comfort character, so all my blah blah now here.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Diana Ramirez-Simon at The Guardian:

Violent clashes broke out on the campus of the University of California in Los Angeles early on Wednesday morning when counter-demonstrators attacked a pro-Palestinian protest encampment, hours after New York City police cleared pro-Palestinian protesters out of an academic building that had been taken over at Columbia University. Aerial footage showed people wielding sticks or poles to attack wooden boards being held up as a makeshift barricade to protect pro-Palestinian protesters at UCLA, some holding placards or umbrellas. At least one firework was thrown into the camp. Administrators at the university called in law enforcement officers to try to stem the violence, which is the worst since counter-protesters who support Israel set up a rival protest area near the pro-Palestinian encampment.

“Horrific acts of violence occurred at the encampment tonight and we immediately called law enforcement for mutual aid support,” Mary Osako, a vice-chancellor at the university, said. “The fire department and medical personnel are on the scene. We are sickened by this senseless violence and it must end.” Writing on X, the mayor of Los Angeles, Karen Bass, condemned the violence as “absolutely abhorrent and inexcusable”. LA police said in a post on X: “At the request of UCLA, due to multiple acts of violence within the large encampment on their campus, the LAPD is responding to assist UCLA PD, and other law enforcement agencies, to restore order and maintain public safety.”

Some of the counter-protesters began to leave the area at about 1.40am, after police in riot gear arrived and formed a line near the camp, the LA Times reported. But officers did not immediately break up the two sets of protesters, and clashes continued. Hours later, broadcast footage showed a police cordon slowly clearing a central quad beside the encampment. Ananya Roy, a geography professor at UCLA, condemned the university over its lack of response to the counter-protesters. “It gives people impunity to come to our campus as a rampaging mob,” she told the LA Times. “The word is out they can do this repeatedly and get away with it. I am ashamed of my university.” Katy Yaroslavsky, a Los Angeles councilwoman whose district includes UCLA, posted on X: “Everyone has a right to free speech and protest but the situation on UCLA’s campus is out of control and is no longer safe.” The clashes began in the early hours of Wednesday, shortly after Gene Block, the UCLA chancellor, said the campus’s pro-Palestine encampment was “unlawful”, adding that students who remained in it would face disciplinary action.

The 7 October attack on southern Israel by Hamas militants from Gaza and the ensuing Israeli offensive on the Palestinian territory have unleashed the biggest outpouring of US student activism since the anti-racism protests of 2020. Late on Tuesday, New York City police arrested dozens of pro-Palestinian demonstrators holed-up in an academic building on Columbia University campus in New York and removed a protest encampment that the Ivy League school had sought to dismantle for nearly two weeks. Live video images showed police in riot gear marching on the campus in upper Manhattan, the focal point of the nationwide student protests. Officers used an armoured vehicle with a bridging mechanism to gain entry to the second floor of the building.

Pro-Israel Apartheid agitators caused violence at the UCLA campus by attacking a pro-Palestinian protest encampment.

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Death in the Details by Katie Tietjen

With a mother who loved dollhouses, had more than one of her own, and took me to see a famous one in Chicago AND a father who loved mysteries, suspense, and crime stories – How could I not read this book? Finding out this is based on a real person who made miniatures to solve murders and teach the skill to others is just an additional bonus. I am hoping this will be a series but haven’t found out yet if it will or not.

The setting is a small town in Vermont just after the end of WWII. Mable “Maple” Bishop finds out she has less to fall back on than she thought and will need to earn a living. Little does she know that her hobby of creating miniature dollhouses might lead to a very interesting future.

An argument overheard, a murder scene stumbled onto, and realizing she sees what others have not, she recreates the murder scene in a miniature “nutshell”. She then uses her mental skills, legal knowledge, her husband’s medical books and her belief in justice and finding the truth to the best advantage and uncovers more than she or anyone else thought she would.

This story reminded me of stories I had heard about the scrimping and saving, rationing, donating items needed for the war effort, victory gardens, loss, and other issues that were real when my parents were young. I felt a part of the story and loved meeting characters that I hope will show up in a future book. Will Maple and Ben continue to spend time together in his hardware shop? Will Charlotte have more children? Will Kenny grow into his own and perhaps take over the sheriff’s department from his uncle?

This had some darkness to it with the mention of verbal and physical abuse, black market smuggling, murder, fraud and other crimes but it also talked of purpose, joy, and moving forward in a positive manner even when times are not easy.

I am glad I read this book and would recommend it to those who enjoy historical fiction and cozy mysteries.

Thank you to NetGalley and Crooked Lane for the ARC – This is my honest review.

4-5 Stars

BLURB

Inspired by the real life Frances Lee Glessner and featuring a whip-smart, intrepid sleuth in post-WWII Vermont. Maple Bishop is ready to put WWII and the grief of losing her husband Bill behind her. But when she discovers that Bill left her penniless, Maple realizes she could lose her Vermont home next and sets out to make money the only way she knows by selling her intricately crafted dollhouses. Business is off to a good start—until Maple discovers her first customer dead, his body hanging precariously in his own barn. Something about the supposed suicide rubs Maple the wrong way, but local authorities brush off her concerns. Determined to see “what’s big in what’s small,” Maple turns to what she knows best, painstakingly recreating the gruesome scene in death in a nutshell. With the help of a rookie officer named Kenny, Maple uses her macabre miniature to dig into the dark undercurrents of her sleepy town, where everyone seems to have a secret—and a grudge. But when one of her neighbors who she never got along withher nemesis goes missing and she herself becomes a suspect, it’ll be up to Maple to find the devil in the details—and put him behind bars. Drawing inspiration from true crime and offering readers a smartly plotted puzzle of a mystery, Death in a Nutshell is a stunning series debut.

[deanwasalwaysbi]

23 Republican Senators & 124 Congressmen signed an amicus brief to the Supreme Court asking for a 50 state ban on mifepristone, a drug safer than tylenol that is standard treatment for abortion & miscarriages, "due to safety concerns". The brief DARES to argue that banning the life saving drug would save women from 'reproductive control'. (x) These 147 people would rather have women die of sepsis than let women control their own bodies. If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

United States Senate

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Thousands of hospital staff are reporting claims of sexual assaults and harassment by patients, an investigation has found, prompting calls for ministers to address the “daily threat of abuse” faced by doctors and nurses.

More than 20,000 alleged incidents of sexual violence and sexual misconduct by patients on hospital staff were recorded in the five years to 2022 by 212 NHS trusts in England, freedom of information (FoI) requests by the Guardian and the British Medical Journal (BMJ) found.

The 20,928 cases accounted for just under 60% of the total alleged incidents trusts disclosed. Allegations included claims of rape, sexual assault, harassment, stalking and sexualised remarks.

Experts cautioned that the figures were likely to be a serious underestimate as staff are often deterred from making complaints when patients abuse them.

Deeba Syed, a senior legal officer at the Rights of Women helpline, said: “Women tell us they are expected to continue to care for patients who are abusive or harassing without efforts to adequately safeguard them from further harassment.

“We hear worrying reports of women feeling pressured into not raising formal grievances and instead being transferred to different departments or locations. They tell us it is argued that this is more expedient than moving the harassing patient, despite victims feeling this is unsafe to others and a punishment on them.”

Katie, not her real name, a junior doctor in the south-east of England, said patients had made sexual comments about her since she was a student.

“From the word go within clinical placement, I always felt very heavily sexualised by patients,” she said. “One time, when I had to get close up to a patient’s face to examine his eyes, the patient started licking his lips and rubbing himself. I was 19 or 20 at the time and the consultant had left the room – I was completely terrified.”

She said she has also experienced sinister, crude comments, like being asked if she was going to “pleasure” a male patient. Katie said she did not feel she could tell anyone as she found most of the consultants intimidating. 

The everyday harassment has made her reevaluate her career path and she is hoping to go into obstetrics and gynaecology so she does not have to treat men. “I find the sexual harassment affects me too much and makes me feel like shit.”

The Guardian and BMJ investigation found trusts recorded 35,606 sexual safety incidents, a term that covers a spectrum of behaviours from abusive remarks to rape, allegedly perpetrated by staff, patients or visitors in NHS hospitals in England between 2017 and 2022.

While the majority were cases of patient-on-staff abuse, nearly 7,500 were allegations of patients abusing other patients and more than 3,000 were cases of staff abusing patients.

Responding to the findings, Simon Fleming, an orthopaedic surgeon and co-author of a 2021 report on sexual assault in surgery for the Royal College of Surgeons, said the NHS needed to take a more robust approach to sexual misconduct by patients.

He said: “Patients abuse staff often. Some of this is normalised, some of it less so. What you permit, you promote, and the NHS needs to stop permitting patients and staff behaving in a way that makes healthcare less safe for all of us.”

Some NHS workers do feel able to speak out. Charlotte Miller, a paramedic at Westminster ambulance station, London, said her employers were “incredible” when she reported being molested while attending to a patient on Edgware Road, west London, in October 2022. The patient, Naveed Ahmed, in his mid-30s, was jailed for nine months in November 2022.

Miller said: “He had already told my crewmate and I we were sexy and had been leering at us, but then he grabbed my crotch. I was really shocked. I’ve had comments before, but that was the first time that someone actively tried to grope me. I didn’t know what he was going to do next.”

As soon as she radioed for help, the police were called and her station sent a colleague, along with an incident response officer. “I had all these phone calls from various managers to make sure I was OK, they told me to have the rest of my shift off and go home to rest. They constantly checked in on me in the days afterwards and helped support me while I made my statements to the police. I couldn’t ask for any better management, if I’m honest.

“I hope this will encourage other people to have the confidence to report these things,” she said.

Dr Becky Cox, a co-founder of Surviving in Scrubs, said: “The stark findings of this investigation should put into sharp focus the work that the health secretary and NHS leaders need to do to ensure the freedom of NHS staff to work without threat of sexual violence from patients and other staff members.

“It was not long ago we were being heralded as pandemic heroes by the government and cheered by the general public, yet we continue to face unsafe working conditions and the daily threat of abuse.”

Surviving in Scrubs lists more than 150 personal accounts of sexual harassment and abuse. They include cases of patients assaulting, molesting and sexualising nurses and doctors.

The health secretary, Steve Barclay, said: “NHS leaders have a statutory duty of care to look after their staff and patients and prevent harassment, abuse or violence in the workplace. I expect employers to be proactive in ensuring staff and patients are fully supported, their concerns listened to and acted on with appropriate action taken where necessary.”

Dr Navina Evans, the chief workforce officer at NHS England, said the health service should not tolerate any sexual misconduct, violence, harassment or abuse.

“NHS England has established a dedicated team to ensure people who experience violence and abuse are supported in the workplace, and there is greater provision of support for all victims and survivors. All NHS trusts and organisations have measures in place to ensure immediate action is taken in any cases reported to them and I strongly encourage anyone who has experienced any misconduct to come forward, report it and seek support.”

• Information and support for anyone affected by rape or sexual abuse issues is available from the following organisations. In the UK, Rape Crisis offers support on 0808 500 2222 in England and Wales, 0808 801 0302 in Scotland, or 0800 0246 991 in Northern Ireland. In the US, Rainn offers support on 800-656-4673. In Australia, support is available at 1800Respect (1800 737 732). Other international helplines can be found at ibiblio.org/rcip/internl.html