It takes a thief to catch a thief
It takes a tree and it takes a leaf
Or maybe leaves falling to the ground
Then up in flames, another way of saying goodbye
Oh, I try and I try
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It takes a thief to catch a thief
It takes a tree and it takes a leaf
Or maybe leaves falling to the ground
Then up in flames, another way of saying goodbye
Oh, I try and I try

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It was another day of feeling fucking weird.
Jonah groaned as he rolled off of bed, only to immediately fall face first on the rug. He waited for Leo's voice to follow, his comforting hands, only to remember his boyfriend hadn't spent the night over.
He groaned, still on the floor, his alarm beeping away incessantly. Very slowly Jonah forced himself to sit up, back against the bed. It was still dark out.
Why was he up at 5 AM on friday? Practice, of course.
"This fucking team is killing me," he mumbled darkly, rubbing a hand over his face. His cheeks were prickly, he had to shave. He tried to find the will to get up, but trying to do so only made the world spin a little harder, so instead he crawled on all fours towards the bathroom, using the sink to push himself up.
Who needed dignity at 5 AM anyway.
Jonah glared at his reflection. He looked awful. He was so pale that his dark skin had assumed a grey tinge, lips all discolored. His eyes were sagging, despite having slept through the night.
"Jesus..." he cursed at the sight, then tried to move to grab his tooth brush, only to lose his balance and knock over the cup. The toothbrush and toothpaste fell inside the sink and he braced against the mirror, head hanging between his arms stretched out, trying to regain his footing.
There was no way he'd be out on the field in less than an hour, running from side to side. Jonah gave up on the toothbrush and walked back to bed, leaning heavily on the wall for support.
He struggled holding his phone to his face and gave up quickly, clicking on the little microphone instead of typing, "Leo, I didn't sleep well, I'm going to skip practice," he lied, instead of admitting feeling like hell, "see you later for lunch."
Then Jonah hit send and rolled on his side.
When he woke up again, he had already missed all of his first class and it was 9 AM. At least now the dizziness had receded to acceptable levels and while he was still feeling quite woozy, he managed to shower and brush his teeth, only cut himself once when shaving. Small wins.
He arrived 10 minutes late for his second period, but it was a boring lecture and Jonah spent most of it trying not to doze off, squinting at his phone. Leo had texted him back.
"What happened? Why didn't you sleep well?" followed by "do you want me to come over?" and ending in "Jon, I tried calling, I think you're asleep. Call.Me."
He grimaced at the worried tone, texting Leo back.
"I'm fine, I'm in class rn. Just woke up a little dizzy, that's all."
Leo's contact turned green immediately and then Jonah's phone started ringing. He rushed to mute it, the sudden movement causing the dizziness to return and he almost fell of his chair.
Once he regained focus, a bunch of students were staring at him. At least the teacher wasn't. He quickly grabbed his stuff, shoving it inside his bag, as he gave up on the class.
Out in the hallway, Jonah pressed his forehead to the cold wall, picking up the phone, "I literally said I'm in class, Leo."
"I don't care," he could hear his boyfriend eyerolling through the phone, "what happened this morning?"
"I missed practice, it's not that big of a de-"
"You weren't feeling well? Where are you? I'm in campus-"
"You're such a worrywart," Jonah huffed, smiling. He couldn't fight the warm and fuzzy feeling inside his chest, "really, I'm alright. I was just a little dizzy this morning."
"...Fine," Leo sighed, "we're still meeting up for lunch, right?"
"Right," Jonah agreed, although lunch was the last thing in his mind at the moment. He wasn't nauseous, but the fact that the world kept moving uneasily under his feet sure took away any appetite, "I have to go back to class, baby."
"Yeah, alright," Leo sounded a little distracted, "I'll meet you at the canteen, love you," and then he hung up, without waiting for an answer. Jonah huffed, people always thought Leo was a huge sweetheart, but he knew better.
"Love you too," Jonah grumbled to the dead line, lowering his hand, but didn't move away from the wall, trying to ground himself. He really wished he had stayed home.
He glanced at the long hallway ahead and braced himself for the walk to the library. It was close to the canteen and their library had a bunch of bean bags scattered around, so he could rest until lunch.
He just had to cross the med building and then half of the humanities one, where Leo was at the moment. Easy-
Jonah braced against the water fountain at the end of the hallway, breathing through his mouth. Ten steps and he was already feeling ten times worse. Shit shit shit.
He took a few gulps of water to try and get his brain to start working, then squinted at the bright light. The space between the two buildings was filled with trees and flowers, their campus was actually quite beautiful. Right now he just wanted to avoid walking straight into a tree.
As Jonah slowly made his way towards the next building, figuring people probably thought he was drunk, suddenly a pair of hands yanked at his shoulders, completely throwing him off balance.
"What the-"
"Sup, man," Vince's voice stopped him from punching who had grabbed him, "exactly who I was looking for."
Jonah pressed his eyes closed. Fuck, now he was nauseous. He felt like he was going to fall, "you were looking for me?"
"Yeah, uhm-" Vince rubbed his neck, looking all sheepish, "we have to talk."
"Now?" Jonah frowned at him, trying blindly to find something to support himself on, that wasn't Vince "can't it-"
"Wendy and I are dating," Vince blurted out, "and I know I don't have to ask for your permission or your blessing, but you're her best friend and one of my best friends too, besides we've known each other for years, and this feels like I'm dating your sister, so I figured-"
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Jonah groaned, ignoring Vince's ramble. The man before him pouted.
"Oh c'mon, I'm not that bad!" He whined, "I know I was a bit of a womanizer, but that was then-"
"No, Vin, I'm serious," Jonah gave up on trying to play it off, wrapping an arm around his stomach and reaching out with the other blindly. His hand met Vince's forearm and he squeezed firmly, trying to stop the world's sloshing around, "fuck..."
"...Jon?" Vince's voice sounded distant, fuzzy. He removed his hand from his arm and Jonah whined pitifully, trying to communicate he was going to topple over... Then Vince was holding him steadily by the shoulders, dragging him backwards.
"Vin, what- Vin, stop-"
He was pushed sitting down, head between his knees and Jonah struggled to breathe, gagging up the water he had just swallowed. He coughed, sucking in air greedily and squeezed Vince's shirt in his hand firmly.
"You're alright dude, get it up-"
"Not sick," Jonah groaned, trying to focus on his face and then failing when all he saw was trees. He closed his eyes again, "dizzy."
Vince had a large hand planted in the middle of his back, rubbing up and down, but at Jonah's words he stopped moving it. Jonah fixed on the sensation, trying to use it as an anchor point.
Slowly, very slowly, the world started to come back into focus, albeit the vertigo was still present. He breathed out, opening his eyes. Vince was looking at him, crouched down next to his knee, on his left side.
"Jon?"
"I'm okay," Jonah sighed, "it's calming down."
"Okay..." Vince squeezed his knee, "do you want to tell me what the fuck just happened?"
Jonah glared at him, "not really, no."
"Sucks, you don't have a choice," Vince poked his thigh again, "spill."
"I've just... I've been feeling dizzy lately, that's all. I woke up dizzy this morning, couldn't make it to practice-"
"Did you hit your head yesterday?" Vince frowned, standing up and immediately starting to comb through Jonah's hair. Jonah slapped his wrist away.
"I'm not concussed," he scoffed, "it's - Remember last month when I puked after the match in Minnesota? Side of the road?"
"Yeah...?" Vince squinted at him, "you were dizzy then too? I thought Leo had rubbed off on you and made you carsick."
"Carsickness is not contagious, idiot," Jonah huffed out a laughter, "yeah... I didn't think anything of it, but-"
"But it's happening again," Vince concluded, sounding worried, "well, good news is that we're literally right next to the hospital. Let's get you checked up."
"No," Jonah groaned, refusing to move when Vince thumped his shoulder, "I don't want to go to-"
"I wasn't asking," Vince's voice was all bright and friendly, "get up or I'll carry you."
Vince could and would carry him, Jonah knew first hand. He groaned, "fine, just... Give me a second."
"Sure," his friend sat back down next to him and it was only then that Jonah realized they were sitting on the fountain that separated the two buildings. He leaned forward, letting his head hang and continued to take slow, steadying breaths.
"Just so you know, you have my blessing with Wendy."
"I wasn't asking for your blessing," Vince whined and Jonah didn't have to look up to know his whole face was red. He chuckled.
"Sure you weren't," he smiled, leaning his weight slightly to the left. His shoulder met Vince's and the other man didn't pull back, only kept his hand centered in the middle of his back in a reassuring way.
Crosshair having a Problemâą with rides is an interesting take.
Thank ye! He is the problematic one of the bunch.
Like, obviously heâs not afraid of heights at all BUT I like to think that gravity still messes with his system from time to time. Iâve always liked the idea that Crosshair suffers from vertigo to a degree, and so amusement park rides or even Techâs flying can shake that up in him. I think he probably looks like a drunk stumbling off afterwards LOL. Maybe his tummy gets a lil sick too idk. But itâs mostly neurological/vestibular. Thatâs how I am! I have a stomach of steel and not afraid of heights, but g-force ignites a really strong episode of vertigo and I have to sit/lie down. XD Worth it though. XD
Anyway donât tell anyone but Crosshair is holding onto Cyare afterwards. XD
It's in Your Heart Now - Destroyer, LABYRINTHITIS (2022)
@sicktember Prompt 18 - Nausea/Upset Stomach
Set post S11:E3
Trixie hadnât quite known what to think when Sister Julienne had asked if she would be willing to accompany her in providing services to the womenâs prison again. It had been beyond challenging the last time for the sister, as well as herself, and that was before all that had happened with Valâs grandmother.
âIâll understand if you donât want to accompany me,â the sister said.
âBut youâll be going?â Trixie asked.
âIf we learnt anything from last time, it was just how much these women need care. If we do not provide it while the usual service is disrupted, then no one else will.â
âOf course Iâll go,â Trixie said, squaring her shoulders. The only thing she liked less than the idea of going back to Holloway was Sister Julienne going on her own. It seemed that the sister had been genuinely uncertain that she would agree as her entire posture changed at Trixieâs words.
âVery well,â she said. âWe should leave shortly.â
She was already dressed and ready for the day, so the only real preparations she would need to make were more psychological than physical. Although, she did recall that there had been some supplies that theyâd missed when theyâd been there last.
âIâll make sure that we have some extra supplies.â
âThank you,â Sister Julienne said, standing cautiously from behind her desk, a palm resting on the surface. Ever since her bout of labyrinthitis, sheâd been managing the lingering symptoms. While Trixie had never yet heard her complain, the sister had once admitted that it felt rather like being on the deck of a boat, the floor coming up to meet her as she walked most days. It sounded utterly vile to Trixie, but, typically, Sister Julienne was just getting on with things.
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Turned Topsy-Turvy
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Reader
Warnings: Language, violence, medical situations
Word Count: 4650
Summary: Witches and angels never make things easy, and the poor reader suffers because of it.
A/N: I had the idea for this fic for a long while and the perfect excuse to write it finally presented itself. @rachelladytietjens kindly spent time reading through to help make sure it made sense and @kayteonline is a fantastic beta who helped polish this off. Thanks, ladies!Â
See the end of the fic for an additional note for this fic, I donât want to give anything away. AND as always, love me some feedback and constructive criticism.
The Latin rolls off her tongue fast enough to make an auctioneer wet his pants. Between the ringing in my ears from the last shot I took at her and Deanâs groans of discomfort from the floor next to me I canât make out the words. Instead I catch a few sharp sounds of consonants as her voice rises in volume. Iâm too busy trying to focus on an escape plan to bother trying to read her lips, which is dumb, as I can see Sam creeping in from the side, saving the day at the last minute as the Winchesters tend to do. He catches her off guard, taking her down with a well-placed bullet. The sound echoes, sending another wave of ringing and the whoosh whoosh whoosh through my head while I listen to the blood rush through my system; hearing and feeling the hoarseness of my breathing and the friction beneath my shoes as I shift a little in place to get my bearings.
Sam grabs my cheek, pulling my eyes to his, silently seeking reassurance as he moves in front of me. I let my face relax and offer a quick nod, giving him what he needs before he crouches down to where Dean lays crumpled on the floor, his eyes wide and chest heaving, but nodding at Sam that heâs okay, too.
It's getting late To shoot this, I don't wanna lose the lie
It's great To cloak you in a golden hour
Time and space Combine and remain meaningless
An empty vase In love with all my pretty dresses