#continuing

[unwelcome-ozian]

[snoopywritesthings]

so I've been really stuck on a plot point for demons but I've just FIGURED IT OUT

[paperclips37]

Bit more of that shirtless Frank thing I am trying to finish...

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Kids are told that Doctors are upheld, revered, respected. The reality was that people were assholes. Frank thought ruefully as Whitaker gently prodded at his ribs.

‘Any pain?’ Frank just shot the young man a look. Both men paused as screaming kicked off again. A patient had suddenly gone off on Frank as he examined him. The startling awareness after being postictal has seemingly driven him into temporary psychosis. He had gotten a couple of strong blows to Frank’s chest and ribs before Abbot and Donohue restrained him. Abbot had sent him to get checked over with Whitaker. Any argument that Frank had had disappeared at the withering glare.

Frank didn’t think any of his ribs were fractured, severely bruised though. He glanced down to see the growing red and purple colouring blooming on his chest.

‘Could you get me an ice pack please? And tell Abbot I’m fairly sure that John Doe has a leaking baggie of cocaine in his gut.’ Whitaker’s face contorted and he scurried out of the room. Dana appeared in his wake.

‘Oh Ken why is it always you?’ She passed over the ice pack. He hissed loudly as he placed the ice pack against his chest. The cold stabbed into his skin but it melted into soothing numbness.

‘Karma?’ Dana nodded with a mockingly expression of concern.

‘That would track.’

‘Love the nurse sympathy.’

‘Oh I only give that to people who deserve it.’

‘Ouch. And I thought you loved me.’

‘Begrudgingly.’ Dana stepped closer and gave him a cursory once over herself. Her hands much gentler than Whitaker’s. Experienced hands.

‘I’m going to get you up to X-ray.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘As talented a doctor as you are you can’t see through your own skin Kid. C’mon.’ The curtain twitched and suddenly Mel was standing there. Dana’s eyes flicked back and forth curiously. A devious glint blooming in her eyes. Those eyes that never failed to see right through him. ‘I think he needs the VIP treatment eh Mel?’ Mel reacted to the pat on her arm as Dana vanished with a swoosh of the curtain.

‘She’s getting me a wheelchair isn’t she?’ Mel didn’t respond. Frank glanced over to see the weirdest look on her face. Eyes overly large, eyebrows damn near hitting her hairline. She was staring at his chest. The bruising must look horrendous by now. He pulled back the ice pack, shivering at the icy droplets sliding down his chest. It was sweet how she cared. He noticed how she swallowed heavily in that way she sometimes did when trying to give herself a moment to steady herself.

The colours were striking against his ridiculously pale skin. His side ached. He had so far refused all pain meds. This was manageable, he’d suffered worse. Verifying Whitaker’s check, Frank gently probed his ribs. No sign of his ribs giving way. Mel shook her head, braid flying behind her.

Her gaze became more assessing. Doctor Mel appeared before him. Leaning down to examine his ribs. Frank did his best to resist the urge to puff up.

‘How’s the pain?’

‘Manageable.’ Her staring up at him from her current stance. Bent over, over the top of his glasses at him was just plain dangerous. Especially as her face was that mix of stern and compassionate that only work for her. He was suddenly very aware of the level of exposed skin and how close she was.

‘May I?’ Her hand hovered at the small gloves on the table just behind her. He nodded unable to trust his voice. Or his impulse control.

Frank turned his gaze to the ceiling. Trying to pretend it was anyone else. But there was no mistaking the gentle, light touch that only she could have. Her hands were cool and worked efficiently across his skin. Frank rattled off medical procedures in order of increasing complexity as she evaluated him.

‘I don’t think anything is broken but I agree an X-ray to confirm is the best course of action.’ She snapped off her gloves and Frank had a flash. A really inappropriate image of her playing the sexy doctor. Time for his yearly physical.

Get a grip. She’s your friend – stop being a creep – what few rational brain cells scolded him.

That was going to haunt him. He nodded still not willing to trust himself to speak.

Dana whistled from the other side of the curtain.

‘C’mon princess your carriage awaits.’ Dana bowed to him jokingly. Mel passed him a replacement ice pack. Was she blushing slightly? Usually he’d have refused the wheelchair but the combination of Dana and Mel disapproving and worried looks respectively meant he reluctantly sat down. Dana took control.

Cheers and jeers followed him as Dana wheeled him to radiography. Abbot had fast tracked his scan. The portable ones did not have enough detail for him. Sometimes he was such a worry wart. The fact that he was still shirtless was only a smart part of the humiliation. Cassie wolf whistled from the opposite side of the room. Santos rolled her eyes. Frank just ignored them.

The elevator doors opened to a yawning Garcia. The chuckle seemed to bloom from her feet and grow into the elevator. Just the cherry on top of this weird day. Dana had her limits in how long a joke would go on for. Yoyo? She’d try and get it engraved on his headstone.

‘Are we doing a calender this year?’ Dana was damn near giggling as she wheeled him in. Slapping his hands away from steering the chair himself.

‘Ooooooo we should suggest that to Gloria. Might get us the beds Robby keeps bitching about.’ Garcia and Dana started riffing over who would be in each month. Abbot being Mr. December was a choice but Frank knew better than to comment. That’s what they were waiting for. Garcia winked obnoxiously at Mel who was decidedly rosy in the cheeks.

‘Oooooo Chen should be August.’

‘Robby: December.’

‘Changing Doctor Daddy to Doctor Santa? Less sexy surely.’ Garcia stared down at Frank waiting for the repartee he was known for. Truth be told he’d barely been listening. Mel had kept her gaze fixed on the buttons for the elevator. While eye contact was different for her, she’d never really avoided his gaze like this. Had he done something.

‘Not sure how wise it is to have a full time lesbian consulting on the beefcake calender of the Pitt.’ The glare from Yoyo was beyond withering. A hint to the fact that he was right. This was rather out of her wheelhouse. But he didn’t dare suggest a gender flip one.

He was already struggling to stop his brain from having ideas.

He hated the sexy doctor routine.

Especially when Mel’s face was such an interesting (primarily) adorable shade of red. He was far to exposed, literally and figuratively.

‘I can be entirely objective.’ Tone: smug, knowing. All hot shot surgeon. Urgh.

‘Is lack of interest objective?’ Yoyo’s eyes lit up at the unexpected jab from Mel. Well not a jab so much as a curious observation. Dana was carrying out breathing excercises next to him. Trying to contain her laughter.

This was the longest elevator ride in history.

‘King. I like the way you think.’ Mel’s face lit up with joy. Frank tried his best not to be blinded by it. Pretty much a loosing battle. Her enthusiasm and verve for life was infectious. Within an hour she’d wormed her way through his master class in cynicism. Yoyo much like him was not immune to her charms.

Finally the doors opened to a bevy of cheers and catcalls. He was never going to hear the end of this.

Frank walked back into The Pitt. Nothing broken or anything to cause long term damage. He'd agreed to taking the next day off but insisted on finishing out his shift. He was a bit sore and stiff. He made his way over to the main desk. Dana was rolling her eyes and leaving Robby to his mopey devices.

‘Spot on diagnosis.’ Robby muttered or grunted. Some days it was harder to tell. Frank, shirt back on, just in time too. Myrna was enacting her usual routine. Hitting on anything male adjacent and relatively conscious. Frank kept his head down and took the proffered paperwork. He and Robby actually shared a moment of mutual irritation over red tape.

A patient went nuts because he was smuggling cocaine. And Frank got in the way. Could have been much worse.

‘Fruitcake!’ Frank did his best to look passive, not listening not any bit engaged. The blush that was appearing on his skin. He was not enjoying that at all. ‘Have you been avoiding me darling?’

‘Never.’ If there was an upside to doing this pointless paperwork, because really the hospital had no intention of ever ensuring proper safeguards for staff. It was at least he was getting a show. Not that Myrna refused to understand that sexual harassment wasn’t fun for anyone. But Robby trying to appear like he was in control of this dynamic was an exercise in futility. Robby who tried to control every part of himself so tightly he was liable to snap at himself.

Maybe he was being petty, but Frank was a petty petty man.

‘I heard that a tall dark doctor was half naked earlier today.... sorry I missed the show Fruitcake.’ Robby’s eyes stared darkly into Franks.

Oh god.

Robby was also a petty petty petty bastard.

‘Wasn’t me Myrna. Ask Doctor Langdon.’

[zune-ishi]

@thevalentinoofficial

@vincentwhittman-vox

" Eeekiiiheeheee..?! Another monster aaagh-!? " the little moth child playfully shrieks hiding under the covers giggling more.

My goodness she was getting more hyper than ever..

" Ackiiheehee..~?! Nouhuuuu.. " zen cackles

[dlnrmn]

Pretty Much Your Standard Ranch Stash

[boundless-iridescence]

Continued from Here || @gcldfanged

It was long overdo. Like the first cool breeze rushing through after summers death, or the fall once you cross the finish line. It was the painful but exhilarating rush of the beginning of release after so long of gripping tight with fists and tensing every muscle, straining every bone in preparation for the pounce. He didn't know what he had been holding so tightly that had wound tighter and tighter since the moment the Saja Boys began crossing and clashing with this former idol, wasn't sure what all it was made up of because he had spent so much time trying not to acknowledge it.

But standing before him now, fuming, rushing with so much of his natural and less natural emotions, and feeling the rush coming off of Jae in return, scenting out their different flavors and possibilities, it seemed all the confusing and frustrating and illusive pieces swirling about in the tornado of his mind finally slammed into place.

Closing the space, pressing his lips like he thought he'd forgotten what it was like only for the warmth and plush, delicious softness to snap him into awareness and recollection, his body was finally pushing past the stupid restrictions his body had place. His hands took hold of the others' upper arms first, just needing to grab hold as he let out a grunted breath, moving his lips against, pressing deeper. Aligning himself to the other with a growl, needy and searching for sustenance he had long sense forgotten what it taste like, his hands ran around to pressed at Jae's low back and up to between his shoulder blades.

How did he get here? A demon leader, but still a pawn, fighting for his promised freedom...a simple one, a freedom that still came with chains, but the promise that those chains would no longer be so tight as to scrap open old wounds. His drive, his desires, since being topside may have begun to shift and crave for more alongside his boys, his group...but he had to stay focused. He was determined to, he had to, as leader... He had to give his all, no chance for slipping up or wasting energy, and yet...

What was he doing now? Why did he always fall into this man? Why...did Jae even have a hold on some thread hooked inside him? It infuriated him, it drove him crazy. He pushed him, he argued, he challenged, he teased, and yet he couldn't stop observing, wondering, confused and wanting, craving...

All of it had him twisted, wound up, waiting for the hand to let go and send him flying. So, here he was, letting go. He couldn't pull himself together, he couldn't hear the voices screaming for him to stop, to focus, to step back, to run, to second guess what he was doing. All he could hear was Jae's breathing, his heartbeats, all the trivial sounds he'd come to hone his ears to pick up. All he small was his cologne and personal musk, the faintest twinge of sweat from the day, the possible hint of arousal that he certainly couldn't remember the last time he smelled this close, and all he felt was the firm warmth of him. He tasted his skin, and he tasted those emotions, wanting to feed, to drink it in, yet wanting to wrap himself in all of it first.

Jinu was overwhelmed, drowning, and he was fine...for right now, he wanted to consumed until the air left this lungs.

He tore his lips away, only an inch, huffing. "And just why would I waste a meal as fulfilling as you...? I won't kill you, Jae-hyo...but I'm tired of holding back." he crashed his lips again, parting to nip at the others lower lip, harsh, sucking it before continuing, "I've tolerated this game, this tightrope... Do you know what you've offered?"

He took a breath in, eyes rolling back as an echo of his inhale and exhale filled the space, and Jae would feel the faintest tingle of something gripping and caress and pull, draining from him, as if on some other plane or level of awareness. Whether it was pleasant or painful was up to him, but the emotions he was putting off were now being sifted through and fed upon by Jinu. His eyes fell back upon the other once more.

"I won't eat, I will feast." it was a threat, it was a promise, and as his lips crashed again, body curving into and with Jae so intensely he might as well be bending backwards a bit, that sensation of pulling, of being fed upon on some whole other level continued, growing stronger with every movement of Jinu's lips.

[alvinmichaelmurphyseville]

“I’m trying this thing where I just….start stuff for a few minutes and then stop, leaving it unfinished so my brain will FORCE me to continue later.”

“Yes, this is about chapter 11 (which I won’t have a free full day to work on for ages) of the meds fic. And all of my homework assignments.”

“Sadly, I think this trick only works if you’re the exact types of ADHD and Autistic I am.”