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Whit ([personal profile] whitticus) wrote in [community profile] aperture_high2015-08-10 03:07 pm

CALL ME OUT v2.0



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 [community profile] pagans, tweaked by me.
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[personal profile] heilt 2019-04-09 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
( there was a sigh, a gentle movement of hand over rough and bloodied skin. it had taken convincing to get jack to come back to her, to not deal with it on his own as he no doubt had been doing since the fall.

old habits were hard to break and this was hers. ever the doctor, the nurturing soul who couldn't bear to see someone in pain, particularly not a friend.

shots had been fired on the mission, something not out of the ordinary in their history but this was supposed to be diplomatic. angela had tried to gently suggest that he didn't go, that perhaps he was out of practice for this sort of thing even if she didn't expect him to especially provoke anything. he hadn't, the shots had first come from an outside party and jack had saved lives, risking his for theirs.

grothia had brought him back, had made sure to pull him out and now it was down to angela to soothe the rest. the wounds wouldn't take long to heal, particularly not now that her staff had been returned, especially with the superficial nature of them but angela suspected that his pride would take more soothing )


Talk to me.

( she's starting to clean the blood from his arm, touch as gentle as her words )

Tell me what happened.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2019-04-20 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] heilt 2019-04-22 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2019-04-22 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
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.]


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[personal profile] heilt 2019-05-03 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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 )
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[personal profile] mylawn 2019-05-03 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
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.]

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[personal profile] heilt 2019-07-31 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
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.