CALL ME OUT v2.0

[whitticus]

SUPER HAPPY FUNTIME OPEN RP POST fuck you I can't code here's a nice picture of space 1. Pick a dude. 2. Call 'em out. 3. Leave a comment with an image or a prompt or whatever scenario your heart desires. 4. Or don't. 5. But then you're at my mercy and you might end up with a magical girl AU. 6. Smut and smutty prompts are a-okay. 7. Throw PSL ideas at me too, do whatever, I don't care. 8. CDC AUs/good ends/bad ends/continuations encouraged/accepted. 9. THIS POST NEVER CLOSES EVER COME BACK TO IT IN LIKE SIX MONTHS I'LL STILL BE HERE.

Code by pagans, tweaked by me.

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[mylawn]

[Jack is no stranger to being shot—it barely fazes him anymore, and to have someone fuss over him about it is unwelcome nowadays. The only reason he allows Angela close is that he knows more than most people how strong-willed she is. How she’s not going to let him get away with hiding the wound from her, and to add insult to injury, Grothia more-or-less dumps him into Angela’s lap. So, begrudgingly, he’s receiving treatment, but he makes it known very quickly that he’s not happy about it.]

Let it heal itself, Angela.

[Pink scar tissue has already started forming, but all that really means is they need to work quickly, or the bullet that’s embedded in his arm will stay there as the wound closes above it. He tries not to flinch at her touch, and Jack isn’t particularly keen on discussing the details of the botched op.]

I’ve had worse.

[He’s always had worse. He’s lived through it all, and this will be no different.]

[heilt]

Worse doesn't mean I should allow it.

( and he should know by this point, by the years that they've worked together and their renewed efforts with cost that she won't let it be, that she's going to try and break him from this habit. not all help is necessarily a bad thing, jack morrison.

which means that she's already working on reopening the wound, giving enough access to remove the bullet as gently as she's able. which is a task but it's one that she's done before, even recently. at least, with cost having retrieved her staff, patching him back together (properly) will be an easy task )

Keeping this in wouldn't have been good for you.

[mylawn]

Yeah, I know.

[He just wants her to stop worrying so much, like it isn't woven into every fiber of her being. To his credit, he sits still and lets her fuss, barely wincing when she starts poking into the wound, a testament to just how many times this has happened.

When she pulls the bullet out, he winces, but that's all.]

See? Not so bad.

[Like she's the one who needs reassurance.]

[heilt]

( there's a soft sigh. she knows what he's doing, it's a conversation that they've had many times before about how much she worries but angela won't apologise for it. if she stopped worrying it would be as if she'd stopped caring and that would never be true. they came together )

Maybe one time this won't be necessary.

( ha... ha...... this was jack and angela knew that getting him to stop fighting was like getting him to stop worrying. they both cared too much and showed it in different ways )

[mylawn]

You know me, Angela.

[It's always going to be necessary, because fighting is what Jack does. He's not about to stop, not when there's still a mission to complete. What little self-preservation he had is largely gone now, though of course now that Angela knows who he is, it's hard not to feel at least a little guilty for what he puts her through.]

[heilt]

I do. That's what worries me.

( she pauses, resting her hand on his shoulder, her head tipping down at him )

I know what this means to you, Jack. What it's always meant. But-- ( she sighs. would her words change anything in that head of his? ) --there are more options.