#asapphicmess

[nunonabun]

For @asapphicmess (who I can’t seem to tag. Sorry!): “11. “Can I stay the night?” for turnadette”

[This takes place during the 2014 Christmas Special. It’s a bit off from what you asked, but hope you enjoy it anyways!]

“Sweetie, you’re going from ten years as a nun to being a married woman! Are you nervous?” Trixie asked with concern. Nonnatus had been rather blindsided by the announcement that Sister Bernadette was leaving the Order, and then again when Sister Julienne quietly informed them that the newly restored Shelagh Mannion was soon to become Mrs. Shelagh Turner. Throughout her long absence from Nonnatus life, the midwives had been burning with questions.

They were all sat around Chummy and Constable Noakes’ new dwelling, Shelagh’s former colleagues and friends having eagerly volunteered to help with the wedding once she had reconciled with her old Sisters and invited Nonnatus to share in her and Patrick’s celebration.

“Though I do suppose the pair of you have at least gotten to experience what it is to live together,” commented Chummy before Shelagh could answer, the tall nurse’s eyes trained on sewing the sleeve of the wedding gown.

Three pairs of eyes immediately flew up from their work, and another pair determinedly looked away and went rather wide.

“Do explain, Chummy.” Jenny said eagerly.

Cynthia hastened to quell any upcoming embarrassment on Shelagh’s part, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Neither you nor Chummy has to explain, if you’re comfortable with talking to us about it.”

“Oh no, you absolutely must Shelagh! We’re not judging you, I promise we’re not,” pleaded Trixie.

Shelagh considered keeping her silence, as she was so accustomed to where conversation addressing her own private life and emotions were concerned, but she relented, reminding herself that these were friends; that they were happy for her.

“I was over with Timothy and Doctor Turner as much as I could be.” She flushed. “Though of course I stayed in a boarding house at night.”

“Except during the bomb scare, of course.” Chummy commented matter-of-factly, earning her another alarmed stare from the others.

Shelagh fixed her eyes on the table as though it were endlessly fascinating, but could not suppress a small smile. “When we were evacuated because of the bomb, I… had yet to know how I would be received.” She did not have to explain by whom. “So I made my way to Doctor Turner’s and asked, well, could I stay the night-”

Trixie failed to stifle a laugh at that.

“Not like that.” Shelagh clarified in a stern tone that she hoped would remind them that she was recently a nun; a reminder that tended to discourage conversations on more intimate matters. Though, if she were being honest with herself, being able to gossip a bit about her own love life was a tad thrilling. It was also refreshingly different from the gossip that peeked out of the curious and often judgmental eyes of the people of Poplar who knew her only as Sister Bernadette.

“He was a perfect gentleman, and we were very proper.”

“That sounds lovely.” Cynthia said earnestly.

“And miles better than the Leopold Institute!” Trixie agreed.

Trixie and Jenny shared a quick look they hoped a glasses-less Shelagh wouldn’t be able to see before resuming their work with the nail polish, but Chummy couldn’t resist pushing their friend a bit further.

“Doubtless you were but, well, one imagines that in the near future you both may want the good doctor to engage in some sort of behaviour outside the realms of what is considered gentlemanly conduct.”

Chummy's voice wavered at the end, unable to contain her mirth at how the tables had turned. Trixie immediately burst out laughing, setting off Jenny and Cynthia as well. Shelagh couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her own lips.

“Sorry, old thing,” Chummy grinned, “but I absolutely had to return the reminder.”

Though she was somewhat embarrassed knowing they were thinking about what she and Patrick would be getting up to in an admittedly excitingly short amount of time, Shelagh found herself enjoying their gentle teasing.

“Well I am a woman, and Doctor Turner is a man…” she replied cheekily, confirming that she did indeed remember that nighttime conversation over a year and a lifetime ago.

The laughter resumed anew, and Shelagh was once again struck by how much she’d missed this companionship over the course of her self-enforced distance from Nonnatus.

Letting herself be buoyed by their shared good spirits, she resolved to be bold tomorrow night with Patrick, just as she had been with her words on that night with the girls. Soon, she would walk down the aisle and into a new life, and she was more than eager to embrace everything it promised.  

[wonqerwoman]

god I miss s1 when we were all happy about supercat and we thought this show and its cast had any future or hope

seriously though!!

I mean, I will go down with supercat as a ship no matter what bcuz im a hopeless mess like that but it’s just so surreal how quickly it all went so wrong?? I’m kind of convinced that the CW is cursed and having a lesbian couple means the writers/cast are given permission to fuck up the rest of the show cuz they think we’ll stick around for the rep :///

[bridgetteirish]

Thank you so much for this supercat story you wrote (the one with the manip pic), it's so beautiful, so sweet and so heartwarming. I needed that love in my life, thank you!

Thank you!

The real credit goes to @xxtorchxx.  Her manip is so perfect and beautiful.  I had to put words to it :-)

[renee-walker]

this is really silly and I'm not sure if you're huge on astrology, but what do you think Renee Walker's star sign would be? Jack is an Aquarius and god it is so much like him!

Hey, I am never tired of thinking about Renee in any context! However, I freely admit that my astrology knowledge is super limited, because it’s just not something I’ve ever engaged with a whole lot. However, because this is how much of a dork I am, I just went and read an entire summary of all the signs, trying to go into it with no opinion.

And naturally I decided that Renee is probably an Aries which is also what I am what are you talking about this has nothing to do with me and the fact that I have never in life identified so hard with a fictional character. It’s also theoretically possible that she’s a Libra, but I’m still going with Aries taken as a whole. Then, because I’m even MORE of a dork, I went and looked up which signs are romantically compatible, and shazam, Aries is listed first for compatibility with Aquarius. Color me super shocked;)

[dannygpino]

Is there's anything your know for it not being subtle...??

When Rafael hears the front door to his apartment open, his entire body freezes. He tries to remember if he’d locked it; he’d gotten into the habit once the death threats had started that he’d started doing it subconsciously. Once he gets home, he shuts the door, locks it, and locks the deadbolt. He keeps the curtains on his windows shut even if his apartment is towards the top of the building. Now, lying in his bed and frozen in fear, he can’t remember if he had locked it when he’d gotten home earlier. 

He’d been exhausted, drained from the case, and he’d wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and sleep until the next morning. He tries to go over what he had done after walking into his apartment except everything is foggy. Instead, he decides to try and figure out where the intruder is, if there’s more than one, what weapons they could have. He knows that they’re coming for him and he looks towards his window. He knows he’d have to jump to his death before the intruder shot him or stabbed him or hit him on the head with a baseball bat in just the right spot to kill him. 

He can hear the intruder’s footsteps getting closer to the door of his bedroom. He grips onto his phone, wonders if he has time to call 911, wonders if he has the courage to yell that he has called 911 and the police are on their way. 

The door opens before he is able to decide. 

Rafael holds his breath, squeezes his eyes shut, and prepares himself to fight. It won’t be much. He’ll just need to deter the intruder somehow then run away as fast as he can. He can do it. 

It sickens him that he can hear the intruder breathing. He can almost feel their breath on the side of his face. He lets go of his phone, hoping that the darkness in his room will cover the action.

When he feels a hand on his shoulder, Rafael whirls around, propping himself onto his knees, and he punches the person in the chest. 

The person grunts. Then, “Rafael.” 

Rafael knows that voice. He loves hearing that voice. It takes a few seconds for his brain to catch up, to recognize that this person is nowhere near an intruder and someone who would never, ever hurt him. “Nick? Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick.” Rafael says, Nick’s name coming out in a rush as Rafael comes down from the adrenaline. 

Even in the dark, he’s able to find Nick and pull him into a hug. His heart is still racing though he ignores it. “Nick.” Rafael says again, hiding his face in Nick’s hair. He feels Nick’s arms wrap around him, his hands pressed against Rafael’s back. “Nick. I thought...” 

“Shhh, I know. I’m sorry, Raf. I should’ve waited until morning to see you but I couldn’t wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s not that hard these days.” Rafael says quietly. He keeps his face pressed into Nick’s hair. He doesn’t comment on how it’s a little longer, how Nick has a stubble now. “If there’s anything you’re known for, it’s not being subtle.”

Nick laughs gently at that and Rafael can feel his body shake with it and he doesn’t realize how much he’s missed that. He feels Nick lift his head up so he can kiss down Rafael’s cheek. When he gets close to Rafael’s lips, Rafael lifts his head up too and smiles into the kiss. He wants to say how much he’s missed Nick though he figures that Nick knows and can tell by how close Rafael is holding onto him. He thinks that the kiss helps him calm down, no matter how cliche that may sound even in his own head. 

Finally, he has to pull away but he doesn’t let go of Nick. He pulls him toward the bed, walking back on his knees. Nick follows easily, his body sinking to the left then the right a little as he takes off his shoes. He climbs easily into the bed - Rafael is relieved to see that he doesn’t wince when he lifts his weaker leg even if it’s been almost two years since he got shot - without taking his eyes off Rafael. 

They lie down at the same time. Rafael immediately wraps his arms around Nick again and rests his head against Nick’s chest. He feels Nick slowly run his fingers up and down his arm, and he sighs contently. He decides not to ask Nick how long he’s going to stay. He wants to focus on the fact that Nick is here and, for the first time in a long time, he feels completely safe. He feels safer than when he had the security detail. He knows that Nick will always protect him even when he feels like he doesn’t need it. 

Nick rests his lips on top of Rafael’s hair. “Good night, corazón. I love you.” 

Rafael presses a soft kiss to Nick’s chest. “I love you, too.” 

[nunonabun]

38. “No one else can see” for patsy and delia; and 11. “Can I stay the night?” for turnadette !

First one first then!

[This one takes place on Patsy and Delia’s vacation in Paris]

Delia giggled and held up her wine glass for more.

Patsy upended the bottle, pulling a face. “Je m’excuse, mais il en reste plus.” Ma chérie, she added mentally.

A pout formed on Delia’s face, but was quickly broken by a certain twinkle and tilt of the head that was reliably summoned every time Patsy pulled out her admittedly rather rusty French.

“You know how I like it when you speak French to me.”

Patsy couldn’t suppress her grin. “You don’t even know what I’m saying.”

Delia leaned across the table, placing a sweet kiss on her lover’s wine-stained lips. Emboldened by the wine, Patsy threaded a hand through Delia’s hair, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

A loud whistle and a laugh broke them apart.

Patsy hurriedly scrabbled for her purse, slapping some money down and pulling a startled Delia out of her chair and away from the little restaurant.

–

Chestnut hair bobbed in the moonlight, its owner trying to keep up with the long strides of the copper-headed woman ahead of her as they made their way down a narrow street.

“For goodness sake, slow down cariad!”

Her words had their desired effect, and then some. Patsy whirled around as Delia caught up to her. “You can’t call me that in public.”

Delia suppressed a scoff, knowing that Playful Patsy had now firmly become Stern Pats. “Nobody here knows what it means. People don’t even know what it means back home!”

Patsy closed her eyes to the argument. “We were stupid and forgot ourselves. It was reckless.”

Well if Stern Pats was here for the evening, Stubborn Deels would have to come out to meet her.

“They only whistled, Pats. It’s not as if they were going to summon the police.”

Patsy’s face was stoney, but Delia could see the panic in her eyes. “Delia, they could have. Anyone could have if they’d seen us.”

“But they didn’t.” She implored, reaching out for her girlfriend’s hand. “I just want to do what every other couple does. I want to kiss you when I feel like it, and stroll down by the river with you, holding hands.”

Sadness softened the bold lines of Patsy’s face. “We can’t, Delia, you know that. We took enough of a risk earlier. I got carried away. No one else can see.” She dropped Delia’s hand and started off again.

Delia didn’t budge. Anger flared up in her. “it’s Paris, Pats, not Poplar! Here, people might whistle or stare, but we won’t lose our jobs or get arrested.”

Patsy hurried back, her voice low and tense. “Delia, keep your voice down. It’s another country, not another world.”

Voice still at normal speaking level and jaw tight, Delia’s anger shifted from society in general to Patsy. “I know that Pats. I’m not the globetrotter you are, but I do know some things.”

“Then you know there are laws against it here too. Recent ones, at that, so I’m sure they’re eager to give them a go.” Delia felt her anger fade abruptly, replaced by a familiar tiredness. 

Patsy clearly saw the change in her mood and stepped closer, brushing a discrete thumb over her girlfriend’s knuckles, prompting them to uncurl. “Deels, you know how much I wish we could be like any other couple. That I could kiss you anywhere and everywhere. But I’d also like us not to end up in musty, lonely cells, so we can’t.”

Gathering up her humour in response to Patsy’s, Delia took her arm, as though they were just friends, but murmured “well you could do that in the comfort of our hotel room.”

They made it back in record time.

[nunonabun]

Fuck marry kill: shelagh, trixie and patsy; patrick, tom and fred :P

For the ladies: 

Fuck: mmmm i mean Patsy knows what to do ;)

Marry: Shelagh for sure

Kill: Trixie I love you lots but I’m sorry, it’s going to have to be you

The lads:

Fuck: I made my other choices first so… Fred??

Marry: Patrick cause he’s a great hubby, and progressive for a 50s/60s dude

Kill: TUTTIE BYES TOM (i’m also sorry, he’s not a bad dude, he’s just so boring)

[Send me a Sleepover Saturday ask!]

[nunonabun]

I've been seeing that a in lot of turnadette fics there's the idea that they might have hugged or kissed before Shelagh came out of the order, because they were scared that with the TB they wouldn't get the chance to express their love and all that... what do you think of this idea/possibility? As amusing as it may sound I'm not sure it's something they would have done, despite their love and want for each other? I don't know, I have a lot of mixed feelings about this.

Interesting as it is to read multiple takes on the situation, I have to say I do share your feelings on this. Having them kiss or hug or acknowledge their feelings in some way before Sister B goes to the sanatorium is quite cathartic, but there’s also something about that tension of them both (but mainly her) blocking her feelings off and trying to keep herself collected, professional, and acting as though every is alright during that time.

While I think fear of not having spoken his feelings to Sister Bernadette motivated Dr. Turner to write all of those letters to her, I think either a hug or a kiss pre-sanatorium are unlikely. Sister Bernadette’s body language in the car on the way to the sanatorium was very closed-off; she wouldn’t even look at him after the physical examination (until they got to the sanatorium). Granted, I do think that was because she was trying to hold herself together, but her goodbye at the sanatorium was still quite formal, so I don’t think she’d have allowed herself to express her feelings earlier than the misty road/the act of making the phone call. My view on the situation was that she kind of walled herself off and processed the TB situation alone initially, just as she tried to do with her feelings for Dr. Turner for a long time. I got the feeling she was more likely to try to get through things on her own in general before her marriage (she could barely even voice her struggles to Sister Julienne at first).

From Dr. Turner’s side, he felt he’d crossed a line just kissing her hand. I think he respected her too much to cross an even bigger line on the physical side of things, all the more so given her body language on the way to the sanatorium. The letters were expressions of his feelings, but putting his feelings in words still left her the choice of whether or not to open them, and then whether or not to respond.

Those can be altered depending on the AU, but the one that gets me is that on the kiss side of things, she had TB. Probably a bad idea to kiss the guy you love when doing so could very well give him a potentially fatal illness.

All that being said, everyone should of course write the situation as they want to.