#exussus

[positivelys]

I want to send out some positivity to @exussus / @bcmbsight

They’re an amazing writer and all of their muses are so well thought out! They’re a genuinely wonderful person and I want them to know how much I appreciate them

[fallenangelwings]

Stabbed in every universe | @exussus for Carter

Of all the places demons could have chosen to retreat, a hospital was devastatingly smart. There was no easy way to extricate them without dozens of eyes, ears, and cameras watching. That did not mean the Seraph could not see their true faces, corrupted by the very dimension they'd crawled from. He stalked through the bustling ER department like the ancient predator he was, searching for the demon who had disappeared inside, while the boys were chasing the rest that had run for the lobby. Castiel's eyes raked over the space and found the demon's face in the body of a man in mechanic coveralls at the end of a hallway. Their gazes met, and the demon lunged for a tall young doctor walking past, clapping a hand over his mouth and dragging him through an open door that slammed shut behind them.

Corvid wings fanned wide on the underside of reality, and carried him into that room in half a second. The demon had backed himself and the young man against the wall, and had a knife pressed to his throat. "Fly outta here, or I'll kill him." Castiel studied the doctor, brown eyes wide with fear, and then the demon. "You will not. He's the only leverage you have." There was a slight pause, and an acknowledging tilt of the mechanic's head. "True. So, how about I keep you busy." With that, the blade was pulled from the doctor's throat and plunged to the hilt in his abdomen. The demon vanished from the spot, and the angel vanished with him with the sound of enormous wings taking off in flight, leaving Carter alone in the dark room at the end of the department, far from the door and any promise of help.

[dxskofthearchivxst]

@exussus: " you're mine, and i want everyone to know that. " for Odd from Cut

Most days figuring out Cut was a puzzle to Odd. The man was generally stoic, unreadable, and he acted appropriately so. Then when they slept together, he was attentive, dominant, invested. Odd generally wasn't sure where he fully stood with Cut on the best of days. Just a paramedic he was banging for fun? A stress toy for the surgeon to enjoy playing with before moving on?

And then he said things like this.

"You're mine. Everyone will know that." Rang in Odd's ears. A familiar statement that made Odd's gut tighten as Cut marked the skin on his neck with kisses and bites. The statement rolled around in Odd's brain. The cigarette marks permanently scarred into his shoulder felt like they burned at the phrase.

"W-wait. Wait. Stop. Stopstopstop." Odd quickly sputtered out as the anxiety rolled in his stomach. He pressed his hand to Cut's chest, not pushing him away, but with enough pressure to signal him he needed a moment. "S-sorry. I just. Just need to breath is all." Shit. That was panic creeping into his voice. Odd tried to breath, catching himself before he started to spiral.

You're fine. Just breath. Push those memories back into their carefully curated boxes. Shove them away to a dark corner where they won't come out again. Just breath. You're fine.

You're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine you're fine.

"Sorry about this," Odd apologized again as he steadied his breathing again and pushed down the panic before it could even become a problem. "Just uh- you know what you're saying right? Like, I'm sure you wouldn't have said it without knowin' but..."

"I just... want to make sure we're on the same page here? Is all?" That wasn't the true issue, but it was a good enough place to distract from uncomfortable memories coming back.

[nichtschaden]

Hospitals work great until they don't | @exussus for Carter

It'd been a day from hell. The ER was packed, and blood results were trickling in at best, sometimes crawling back to the residents depending on the complexity ordered. Benton had vanished at one point and reappeared with papers in hand, wearing that face that spelled trouble. But when Carter was sent to 'raise hell' in hematology, the lab was empty save for Dr. Finitzer. A resident in his 30s, from what John knew, and one of the few people who could physically look down at him. At the sound of the door opening, the Germans shoulders cranked higher from where he stood, back to the door, bent over a machine.

"Benton, I'm going as FAST as I FUCKING-!" The tirade was cut short when ice blue eyes found not the surgical resident, but John, and the anger fractured and bled away. "Dr. Carter, I'm sorry." Fritz scrubbed a hand over his face and finished typing in results to send to the ER below. "Everyone's home sick, or out of the state. I'm the only one here. Can they spare you to help me, because I'm ready to be taken out back and shot." It wasn't fun to be guilted over the people waiting in the ER, when he was already doing the best he could.

[fracturedlayers]

What's one more kid | @exussus for Carter

Maybe Bobby had spent too much time with Sam and Dean, especially Dean, but he knew the look. And seeing Benton chew the boy out for doing his job, but apparently not good enough, the look only got worse. For someone who never wanted kids, Bobby sure knew when one was desperate for approval, and not finding it anywhere. I never found it either, kid. I turned out okay. John Carter looked about twelve, but he did up his stitches better than Bobby could have. If he'd realized just how many scars were from the hunter stitching himself, he hadn't mentioned it. Which was appreciated, he'd heard that lecture enough. It'd be easier to come in to the ER to get fixed up if he could explain half the shit that landed him there, or afford the bill.

"Don't let 'im get to you, ya did fine." Bobby turned his arm a bit to look when Carter went for something else off the tray. "You've got a good support system at home, at least, right?" Fishing, but he'd know in an instant if the kid was lying. Bobby hoped at least the kid had a home, if he didn't have parents who gave a damn.

[sympatheticdominance]

@exussus liked for a starter for carter

"Alright," his eyes on the board, handover pretty much complete, considering the patients that they have, "Mel, you want to jump on four, and then if Whitaker takes seven, and then uh... you -" he turned to look, brows furrowing as he took in the unfamiliar young man in front of him. Then blinked again as his brain processed a whole wave of confusing information. "- are new?" he questioned, "Oh, shit, wait, Dana said something about a new R2..." which he absolutely hadn't absorbed any of, but generally, Residents, given a chance, would leap on an introduction.

[fangsforhire]

| ℒ | ~ @exussus

‘Busy, Charles?’

The thought brushed against his mind with lazy ease, Lucien half-sprawled in his chair with a drink in hand and another space clearly left waiting beside him. His attention stayed on the glass for all of two seconds before drifting back to the door, expression touched by quiet amusement. If the man had the audacity to be alive again, the least he could do was make himself available for whisky.

‘If not, come have a drink with me.’

[dxskofthearchivxst]

@exussus wanted random starters thrown at them!

"Babe- hun- Cut. Hun. I'm fine. It's just a scratch."

"You should really see the other guy."