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[typingtess]

Deeks was happy to have his semi-private room. The Recovery Room wasn’t restful. Or a room. It was a half the hospital floor with dividers between the patients.

The kid in the next bay had a reaction to the anesthesia. After his third “I think I’m going to be sick,” his parents flagged down a nurse as the young man filled the trash pail. Deeks wondered why the kid kept saying “I think I’m going to be sick.” He was throwing up with reasonable regularity – no reason to couch it with “I think” every time.

Deeks felt exposed in the Recovery Room. Gun or no gun, he was sitting in bed attached to monitors and IVs. If he needed to move, he was not in the best position to get started. He had his exit planned. The door was two bays over – puking kid side – and a second one behind the nurses’ station. Years of undercover work meant knowing your exits as soon as you entered a room.

Of course, that only worked if he saw the shooter before the shooter saw him. Kensi was checking everyone’s IDs and was good with her weapon but this morning had him a little on edge. Getting shot would do that to a person.

When Kensi got back, Deeks wanted to call Frank at the mini-mart. Apologize for making a mess, ask if Frank was doing OK. He liked Frank – the man didn’t need to be terrorized by some gunman that seemed to be waiting for him.

Also when Kensi got back, she’d have a list of people who wouldn’t mind seeing him dead. There are a few but the one who was front of mind was someone he wasn’t interested in anyone knowing about. Figured Hetty knew, she seemed to know everything, but the team didn’t need to know. Outside of his Mom, some of the people in his old neighborhood and a few guys in high school who figured out Google early, nobody really knew.

He hoped to keep it that way.

If he lived long enough to be discharged.

NCIS: LA S02E17

[jazztag]

A Cure for Soliture IXX

Amy looks at the Medic, and then turns back to the zombie who is clutching at her hand tight. W’s hazel eyes are afraid. Very much so, that the zombie is practically hiding behind her body. W doesn’t know her at all, but he is practically pleading Amy to not let him go. 

The woman furrows her brows, not understanding what kind of relationship these two have. M steps forward to W again, and the zombie trembles and hides his head under Amy’s arm. 

“What’s up with… him?” asks Amy to M. The Medic sighs. Something’s up, she decides, but now’s not the time. She trows a glance towards Ward, who seems unimpressed.  

“W” tries M again, and his voice is softer, like talking to a bounded animal “Come here, please” His posture, minutes before violent and unaprochable, relaxes bit by bit. Medic’s shoulders drop a little, and he finally puts his gun aside, again inside his inner coat poket. W seems to sniff the air, as if cheking for danger. 

“N-no hurt-ee-ing?” mumbles W. M nods. Amy, speechless after hearing the literal zombie speak, looks around at the rest of the crowd. Nobody seems to have heard him, too, being fairly away. But the soldier has heard him. That’s not normal in a fourth phase, thinks the woman. That is literally impossible. 

W frees himself from her embrace, and bit by bit starts taking some steps towards M. The Medic, not wanting to move in case he scares the zombie away, can’t help but feel pity at his state. He still has dried blood stains all over his face and neck, and without clothes, his body looks even more fragile and thin. M grits his teeth, thinking how inhumane these zombies are being treated, stripped down like pigs in a farm.  

W reaches M and stops right before him. He is hugging himself, still trembling like a leaf. The Medic, quite tall in comparison to the zombie, kneels down and raises one arm towards the creature. The entire room awaits in awe for what comes next. 

“Now, I need you to bite me, as hard as you can, ok?” 

W blinks twice, something that takes almost half a minute to do so. He then steps back a little, sudden bad memories flooding his mind again. 

“N-no…” he mutters, not wanting to hurt M again, not wanting to get himself hurt too. 

“W. Please. I won’t get mad at you.” 

W doesn’t understand anything. 

“I won’t get mad at you never again.” 

The zombie walks towards the human again. The crowd can’t heard a word that has been said, but Ward, from where he stands, has his eyes glued on the zombie. W leans his head to the side, thinking about it. He raises his left hand, his pinkie poking out. 

“P-pinkie p-ro-moice?” 

W scoffs- W has that power over any situation to deescalate it with his weirdness. He nods. Then closes his fist and handles him his forearm. 

The crowd yells in awe as W bites M. A couple of people start running towards the Medic, but Ward stops them. 

“It’s ok. It’s ok” says M, standing up again. Amy runs towards W again to protect him from the other people, and the Medic, while bleeding profusely from the bite, searches for a bandage in his inner poket. He applies pressure on it and bandages himself with skill. It isn’t the first time, notices the soldier. 

Everyone has eyes on M, now. Some people start walking away, not wanting to look. The Medic takes out a wrist clock, and starts counting the seconds. 

“Do we have a test in hand” yells at Ward’s direction. The man, looks around, and someone runs towards him with a cardboard box. 

“What the shit are you trying to prove, my boy” asks nervously the man, throwing him the test, not daring to walk towards M nor approach. 

Everyone stays away from the three of them. Amy, still by W’s side, doesn’t say a word while observing how M takes the test material out from the box and starts preparing the kit, taking the needle out from its plastic protection.  

“It usually takes up to three minutes for the cells to get fully infected and for the material to get spread out though the entire system and therefore, brain” explains M while cheking again at his clock. Everyone watches in awe as the Medic explains everything calmly. Any other in his place would start praying, or maybe crying. Making amends. Shooting themselves on the head, before starting to experience the first symptoms: a strong and piercing migraine on the left side of the brain. 

“These tests are 98% veridic towards detecting the virus in someone’s fluids” keeps explaining M. He checks again at his watch, and when it starts counting the fourth minute, M takes out his index finger into the small orifice of the test and pulls at the small device, making the needle stick out and draw blood. He pulls up his bloody finger and sticks it into the container, and waits. 

“Did you find out the cure? Is that what you are trying to prove?” asks Ward, still in shock. The Medic looks at W, and the zombie leans his head towards the side. 

“No” lies M. He looks towards Ward again. “I’m proving the virus can mutate and stop getting spread.” M finally releases his finger from the test device, and without looking at the device little paper screen, trows it towards Ward. The big man tries not to touch the plastic thingy. He turns it upwards with his foot, and there is it. One bar. 

“Only one?” asks Ward, incredulous. Other people decide to come closer towards the test aswell, just to see it with their own eyes. 

“You can wait for it, but it won’t turn into two” says M, defiant. He then points at W. who is still grabbing at Amy’s coat, untrustful “That’s progress, Ward” 

The crowd look at W at once, and the zombie looks scared by the sudden reaction. He cleans himself from M’s blood, and looks down at his feet. 

“He’s untransmittable, yeah” 

Still nobody seems to want to approach nor do anything towards M, Amy and the zombie. The Medic, acting fast, takes W by the hand.  

“What you’re gonna do about it, huh? That’s Protocol T, still, or not? Humour me.” 

Ward, speechless, steps to the side. And then M starts walking away, taking W with him by the hand. Amy, following close behind, faces the crowd, rifle in hand, guarding their exit. 

“No funny stuff or I’m calling my guys” she tells Ward, before exiting the room as well. 

Once outside, M takes a couple of breaths before turning to W and cheking the zombie’s state. The creature is still trembling. Afraid, cold, hurt. He is still overhelmed by the attention he got inside. And now the dry dusty floor of the exterior is hurting his feet aswell. The Medic examines his neck and shoulders, without finding new bounds aside from the one in his chest, still bloody and sore. 

“We are gonna take care of that when we get home, ok?” 

The zombie trembles more as a response. 

Amy gets to the pairs side. “We should hurry, I don’t like the outbounds. Who knows what they are talking about inside. Let’s leave before we can.” 

M nods, but not before taking out his coat. 

W is still looking down at his feet and looking sad when he suddenly feels some warm weight on his shoulders. He looks up and there is M, buttoning his coat onto him and making sure the cloth stays put in his place. It fits huge on the zombie, looking more like a robe. The inner cloth has synthetic fur, and W can feel it tickle on his skin. 

“Sorry I had to make you do that” mumbles M, looking away from W. “But they won’t mess with us in the future, that’s for sure”. 

The zombie looks up at him. 

“Yyou are n-not ma-ad?” 

Medic pays him a look. W looks inmensely tired. Who knows what atrocities he may have found himself in, inside the complex. Maybe he doesn’t remember, tho. But his body surely does. 

“Come here” 

M grabs the creature into a firm embrace, letting his head rest onto his chest and letting his feet dangle on his side. Carrying him bridal style, Medic looks down to see W completely passed out on his hold the very same instant he hugs him towards his warm body. 

“I’m gonna take him home with me. Thanks for everything, Amelia” 

The woman looks at the both of them. Knowing how secretive M is of his whereabouts, she doesn’t complain. She has a lot of questions for the Medic, but decides not to press onto it. She just decides to ask the only pausable question, before leaving them be. 

“Are you sure you are ok” asks him one more time, keeping her tone low to not wake up the zombie in M’s arms. The Medic smiles, relaxing a bit. 

“I think we are now, yeah”. 

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[nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes]

just a girl who loves too hard, forgives too easy, hates too much, talks too loud, and is so so happy to be here 💖💖💖

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just realised i never did an official introduction!

name: nah

age: under 18

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual i think??? lmao

favourite song: guilty pleasure by chappell roan

interests:

CHAPPELL ROAN, maisie peters, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, conan gray, madilyn mei

(i have a chappell roan polls blog) (@chappellroanpolls)

musicals especially hamilton, heathers, etc.

taylor swift (@abiglifeinsurancepolicy - kind of dead though)

i write fanfic (mostly hamilton)

whump. idk why it’s just fun to write (@katwriteswhump)

my irl friends that have tags (so far)

maddy (#maddy being bi-conic*)

sophie (#sophie being the antagonist of my life*)

aishani (# aishani <3)

i mostly post things related to musicals on this blog, as well as LGBTQ+ content and updates on the genocide in Palestine. i have 2 side blogs. i will follow or interact with anyone who wants to, as long as you’re respectful.

my favourite taylor swift album is evermore, and my tay side blog has a quote from no body, no crime (cus it’s a banger). im not going to the eras tour, but i wish i was.

i am a minor, so please keep anything you talk about with me appropriate. and by that i mean, anything as long as it’s not completely disturbing and disgusting. i haven’t got like, a lot of triggers or anything so i’m fine with most content.

if you are homophobic, transphobic, aphobic, racist, sexist, ableist, misogynistic, or just generally disrespectful of anyone, just don’t come here <3

anyway! have fun y’all <3

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[drawmanations]

whump idea: caretaker transported into the whumpee's memory and witnesses them being abused by whumper. They can't do anything, it's a memory, you can't change memories. They just have to watch

Here's a comic I made of that under the cut. Trigger warning for child abuse

[missathlete31]

Work In Progress.... Thursday?

This little conversation came to me when, (shockingly) I was thinking about Hangman angst. Basically it's a conversation between Javy and Nat after the mission, where Javy can't seem to take everyone bashing his best friend anymore (aka fandom Javy is the best Javy).

It paints Hangman in a good but sad light, (sorry I can't help it, I'm VERY BIAS towards him). But I would love to hear what people think about it.

Fair Warning: It's a very rough first draft! Also some adult language in here.

"Are you really all that fucking blind" Coyote spat, an unusual show of animosity dripping from his tone.

"Excuse me?"

"It's an act, Jesus Christ, it's a fucking act" Coyote looked her right in the eyes, any drunkeness she thought she saw was long gone, "he acts like a dick, he acts like the world's cockiest asshole but god he doesn't know any better."

"Don't excuse his bullying-"

"It's how he gets you all to fly better Phoenix, and don't even try to deny that it didn't work. He a shitty communicator but he gets results."

"Why would he bother-“

"Because he cares, shit he cares. He worries non-stop about all of you, about all of us. He brought up Bradshaw's father, a dick move I know" he cut in before Natasha could, "because he was petrified that Rooster wouldn't fly fast enough without it. He knew Mitchell was picking him for the mission and he needed to get him motivated."

"Maverick wasn't even team leader then, don't tell me Hangman knew-"

"Of course he knew, we all did. Everyone saw there was history, everyone saw the way Maverick chased after Rooster on the tarmac that first day. It was obvious he was on some sort of apology tour and was going to use the wingman spot to curry favor- I'm not saying Bradshaw didn't deliver in the end" Javy raised a hand to stop the argument she was about to make, "but you cannot tell me that he was the right choice prior. He never made it through the course under the time. He constantly ignored his group to make a point that slower was fine."

Natasha's gaze turned to Rooster who was chatting with Omaha, Fitz, Fanboy and Payback at the pool table. All was good now but Phoenix remembered the fear in Payback's voice over the comms when he knew Rooster wasn't flying fast enough; wasn't leading them fast enough. Coyote was right; she was blinded by her loyalty at the time but choosing Rooster was clearly Maverick's attempt at making amends, a decision that could have resulted in people not making it home. She turned back to see the other pilot was watching her gaze, "You knew it too,” Coyote told her softly some of his anger burned away, “you just didn't want to accept it."

"I couldn't" she looked down, "not at the time."

"I get it."

But Natasha raised her head, her own anger coming back, "Of course you do," she chided, "you’re blinded by your best friend too. You can't honestly convince me that his actions are because he cares. He insults us regularly.” she spat bitterly.

“He pushes you, in the only way he knows how.”

“Coyote-“

"Believe whatever you want" Javy shrugged, "he prefers you think the worst of him anyway."

"I mean it's just- he's-"

"I know what he is" and again that sobering look was on the man's face, "I know better than anyone and if you or any of the other's would bother to take a second to really look, you'd see it too."

"He's horrible to everyone, can you blame them-"

"Who is always the first one to text you for your birthday Natasha, no matter where either of you are stationed?"

"Okay but-"

"Who sent flowers for your grandmother's funeral? Who drove you six hours to your parents that time you were stuck four years ago? Who helped Yale get the leave he needed by trading in his own? Who made sure Rooster got to the hospital the night of his car accident in flight school? Who salvaged Halo's birthday party when everyone got reassigned at the last minute? Who fought those guys that jumped Omaha despite having no other backup? Who cleaned up when we all got trashed after the dogfight football game so Penny didn't have to on her own? I know it's easier to think of Jake Seresin as a dick but don't deny he hasn't been a friend all these years as well. I thought better of you."

"That's not fair-"

"Isn't it?” His eyes narrowed dangerously, “tell me, do you know when Jake's birthday is?"

The woman couldn't help the heat that rushed to her face from her lack of answer, "I- I don't" she admitted.

"Do you know anything about him? His family? His hometown? Anything? Did you know he never goes back home during leaves or holidays? He stays on base alone or he goes with me if I'm off the same time."

Again Nat shook her head, "I- I never realized-"

"Yeah" Coyote finished his drink and stood up from his barstool, "I didn't think so."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go check on him. I want to make sure he's alright-"

Her brow furrowed, "Why wouldn't he be?"

"Just forget it."

"No wait," she pulled at Javy's arm so he couldn't walk away, "I’m serious. I know he didn’t come out tonight but I figured he had other plans or something. Is that not the case?”

Coyote looked her dead in the eye for a moment and Phoenix felt like she was taking a test she didn’t know how to pass. Finally Javy seemed to lower his defensives, “He didn’t come out because he was trying to get some sleep” the man shared carefully.

“Oh-“ Nat couldn’t contain the surprise, “he’s having trouble sleeping?”

“Something like that.”

“You’re worried about him” she observed softly.

“Someone has to” he shot back tightly, “because he sure as shit isn’t going to worry about himself.”

The statement caught Natasha off guard but she opted to not question it. She always thought of Jake Seresin as self centered but clearly from the stress in Javy’s posture, it seemed that cockiness was just another part of the Hangman show. Phoenix cleared her throat to get her companion’s attention, “do you think-“ she huffed out a breath, not sure how her request would be received, “do you want some company to go check on him? Maybe I can help?”

Coyote stayed silent for a moment as he watched her with a frown. His eyes shifted to the other Daggers still having fun before they rested back on the female aviator, “don’t you want to get back to the others?”

“I want to check on my friend” she amended with a raised brow, relieved when Javy matched her expression but didn’t exactly contradict her. “He’s not going to like it” Coyote offered instead, “Jake didn’t want anyone to know.”

“When have I ever done what Hangman likes” she tried to joke. It barely landed but Phoenix counted it as a win when Javy gave the tiniest of a nod towards the door, “alright, let’s go.”

Part 2:

Javy headed into the gym quickly, immediately reaching for the speed controls on the treadmill and slowing it to a walking pace. Hangman offered a weak nod as he staggered off the machine. "Thanks man" the man's voice was breathy as he panted, "went a little too hard."

"'A little hard?'" Coyote mocked, "you look ready to collapse-"

The blonde waved him off, reaching for his water bottle and taking a big sip, "I'm fine- what you doing here anyway?"

"When I didn’t see you in your bunk, I figured your dumbass would head to the gym, do you have any idea what time it is? What are you doing Jake? The treadmill says you’ve been running for 11 miles already! Are you crazy?”

The blonde pilot bristled in indignation but Javy could see the touch of embarrassment that colored Hangman's cheeks, "It’s fine” Jake argued, “It’s just a work out, don’t get all upset-"

"I will get upset because you’re meant to be trying to get some sleep" he emphasized the other man’s sweating body, "this doesn't look like sleeping."

"Just needed to get my body a little more tired before I try again-"

"Jake this is the fifth night in a row-"

"It's getting better, I was able to get twenty minutes before-"

Javy shook his head sadly, "You need to talk to someone man,"

"I'm handling it-"

"No you're not, you haven't gotten a decent night sleep since we docked and I'm getting worried.”

Hangman opened his mouth to respond but stopped when he noticed another figure in the gym, a dark haired woman standing just a few feet back, "Phoenix?" he gaped out in surprise, “what are you doing here?"

Nat offered a weak wave as she stepped closer, "Hey Bagman-"

Jake’s green eyes narrowed onto his best friend, cold with betrayal, "Why did you bring her?” He asked sternly.

Javy shrugged, "She insisted."

"For what?” Hangman asked, “ I texted you before that I was fine. I told you to enjoy your night-"

"And I wasn't. Not with you here not sleeping- come on man, let me help-"

"There's nothing to help" Jake turned to Phoenix, his voice short but with more emotions than he normally showed, “I don't know why you felt the need to come but you can head on back to the bar now, nothing to see here."

The woman refused to be deterred, "I heard you’re having trouble sleeping-“ she began.

Jake’s shot Javy another nasty look before turning back to Nat with a smirk on his face, “no actually,” he retorted icily, “I felt like a late night workout. It takes a lot to look this good-“

"Jake-" she couldn’t contain her eye roll, “you don’t have to lie”

“Lie about what Natasha?" He opened his arms like he welcomed her argument, “I’m sleeping fine okay? Javy is just being ridiculous. I’m good-“ but he cut off when Natasha’s hands grabbed his. “Jake” she whispered, waiting until his green eyes finally met hers, “please. I'm not here to judge you. It’s okay.” she motion to Javy and herself, “we both just want to help you.”

“I don’t need help!” The man continued to argue. “I told you I’m good- I can sleep anytime I want okay,” his composure started to slip, his words becoming more frantic, “I can. It’s fine. I’m fine-“

She squeezed his hand tighter, “it’s normal what you’re going through” she reasoned but the blonde aviator only shook his head, “it’s not” he finally admitted, voice broken, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me” he let out a loose sob.

“Oh Jake” Nat pulled him into her chest despite their size difference, “there’s nothing wrong with you. I get nightmares too you know-"

But it was clear she said the wrong thing as Hangman jumped from her embrace as though burned. He scrubbed at his face, erasing any evidence of his breakdown. “It makes sense you have nightmares” the man explained, his tone softened at the woman’s admission, but he kept his distance. “You had the bird strike, you flew the mission. Your nightmares are warranted.” He shook his head, “I was just the spare, I never flew the course-“

Nat's eyes widen as she stared at the exhausted man in front of her. One look at Javy and she could tell that he felt just as horrified at Hangman's rationale. “Jake- you flew the mission-"

"I didn't. I was just a dick to everyone and compromised the team.”

She shook her head, "You saved Bradley and Mav, you got a confirmed kill, you saved the day-"

"And I was almost too late, the missile... I-" he trailed off, his face contorting with emotions before he was able to pull the Hangman mask back on. Jake steeled his features, “look I don't need your concern alright? Go back to the others, both of you. I'm fine-"

"Jake-" Javy argued reaching forward and gripping his best friend's arm. Jake gave it a second before he shook of the touch, "Leave me alone, I mean it."

TO BE CONTINUED: (Maybe?)

[nhi-theuserof-this]

I think that watching episode 52 of ninjago activated a whump neuron as a child because I can specifically remember just rewatching that episode all the time specifically to see the scene at the end where lloyd is just going though it and almost fucking drowns

[neptunefairytales]

I just want a scene in GO3 with Crowley like this. Is that to much of a request? I want Crowley to go full demon on people since Aziraphale left him, get imprisoned ... and then after that I want archangel Aziraphale (and his flaming sword (￢‿￢ ) ) to either cut his chains or impale him to set him free, I'm not sure … (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ -yes, you can tell I love angst ...)

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[moowithmidnight]

Guys should I do whumptober this year- I don’t trust my work ethic but,,,