#fornsics

[shollander24]

Ilya | @fornsics

TXT: i’m only texting you cause i’m drunk.

Shane stared down at the text. It had been months since he'd even gotten a response to one of his messages, months of not knowing quite what he'd done, or hadn't done. He'd turned it over and over in his head, trying to work out why Ilya had suddenly cut contact. And now? A drunk text?

He couldn't quite place the feeling. He felt furious, relieved, and hurt all at once. Shane thought about not replying, but that idea lasted all of two brief seconds before he was typing.

TXT: Is that really how you're starting this?

TXT: I haven't heard from you in months.

[thesearetheirstcries]

@fornsics wanted a starter for Elliot

"How opposed are you to us ordering pizza?" she asked, she'd attempted to make dinner, a work phone call had put a damper on that considering she had just ended the conversation. "I was going to cook dinner, but the chief decided that he needed to have a complete breakdown of the case that we go to trial for tomorrow" she certain that she'd be nursing a headache within the next ten minutes as he had asked some of the most irrelevant questions and it took everything in her to not hang up on him.

[chains0flove]

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brows   furrowing   with   worry,   francesca   immediately   sat   down   beside   him   on   the   couch.   she   placed   a   hand   on   his   back,   his   arm,   and   then   his   face.   his   skin   felt   like   it   had   been   right   next   to   a   furnace.   “jake,   you're   burning   up.”   she   told   him   with   concern,   stating   the   obvious.   “c'mon,   lie   back.   i'll   get   you   a   blanket   and   a   wet   washcloth   for   your   forehead.   try   to   break   the   fever.   you   can't   just   sit   here.”

[murkyhazed]

@fornsics cont. from here.

               ❝   you’re   my   partner,   i’m   always   worried.   ❞      it   didn’t   matter   how   miniscule   the   injury.      if   elliot   got   hurt   in   any   way,   olivia   grew   concerned.      a   busted   shoulder   was   ten   times   better   than   being   shot   or   stabbed,   but   it   could   still   impede   his   ability   to   do   the   job   properly   and   could   get   him   sent   home.      that   is   if   cragen   found   out.      whether   olivia   would   tell   their   captain?      that   entirely   depends   on   how   her   partner   feels.      ❝   let   me   see   it.   ❞      she   gestures   to   his   left   shoulder,   still   covered   by   his   button   up   shirt   and   suit   jacket.      ❝   if   it’s   bad,   you   know   you’ll   have   to   tell   the   captain.   ❞

[chains0flove]

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that   statement   took   the   breath   right   out   of   her.   it   physically   hurt.   “you   …   don’t   want…”   mac   said   out   loud,   letting   her   thoughts   run   away   with   her.   for   weeks   they’d   been   fighting,   going   back   and   forth   about   whether   to   stay   together.   if   the   love   between   them   was   enough.   all   of   that   for   him   to   not   even   want   her   anymore.   after   everything.   she   let   out   another   shallow   breath   and   looked   down.   “guess   this   is   it   then.   it’s   really   over.   you   could’ve   just   told   me   that   instead   of   putting   me   through   this.”   mac’s   voice   broke   off   and   she   held   back   tears.

[brotherhoodwarlord]

@fornsics ANSWERED AN ASK

There was no shaperoon right now, so he had to be particularly careful. Alongside seemingly perfect soft flesh was the eyesore of a scar. “That must have hurt.” He said, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. “ Sure, your father was none too pleased at that. There are some good exercises for keeping your balance.” Growing up a Blackfyre, there was the expectation to be great, while he was raised by monks; the letter had made the impression to be strong. “ You’ll need someone to catch you when you fall. 

[d1eonthishill]

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“dude,  c'mon.”  jules  half  laughed,  fingers  tapping  on  the  kitchen  counter.  she  could  see  right  through  him  and  had  to  divert  his  attention  elsewhere.  otherwise  it  was  going  to  blow  up  in  his  face.  “she's  with  garrett.  and  you're  not  the  guy  who  tries  to  steal  his  best  friend's  girlfriend.”  cheek  resting  on  her  palm,  “how  far  are  you  gonna  take  this?  it's  not  like…”  her  brows  furrowed.  “are  you  in  love  with  hannah?”

[d1eonthishill]

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“that's  not  –  god,  dean,  you  are  so  fucking  delusional!  we  had  this  conversation  in  your  room  over  a  month  ago  and  you  didn't  say  no!  we  were  both  on  board.”  or  at  least  she  thought  they  were.  he  hadn't  said  anything  to  the  contrary.  allie  swept  a  curl  away  from  her  face  and  stared  back  at  him,  exasperated.  “that  is  so  unfair  and  you  know  it.”  she  told  him.  “don't  act  like  i'm  the  villain  here.  like  i  don't…  feel  the  same  way.”  and  she  did  deep  down.  but  the  fear  of  getting  hurt  again  was  overwhelming.  dean  was  the  type  of  guy  that  would  break  her  if  she  gave  him  the  chance.  “it's  complicated,  okay?  this  isn't  easy  for  me.”