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flawlesspeasant · 6 years ago

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Could you please repost the fanfic about jo’s Mom visiting her at the hospital pretty pretty please with a cherry on top ?????

Sure! Here you go! :)

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"His vitals are stable for now and he should be fine on the morphine drip for a few hours." I use my index finger to type in his last blood pressure check into his electronic chart and inherently bark orders at the bedside nurse. I feel sorry for ordering her around in such a rude, unmannerly fashion but I can't really help it. Stressed isn't even the word for today. A trauma came in about an hour ago and guess who's the only resident who didn't get paged? I'll give you a hint: her name starts with a J and rhymes with "So". I close out of the electronic chart and tuck it underneath my arm. "Page me if anything changes." After the nurse nods at me to let me know she understands, I take my gloves off and toss them in the trashcan on my way out the door and walk over to the nurses' station to see if I have anymore of Dr. Grey's patients to round on.

Being the only resident that didn't get paged to the trauma, I get all the scut for the day. Steph and Ben get to log all the trauma hours they need for the day and here I am, stuck logging hours on General that I don't need. I have enough hours to go around being that I logged seven hours on trauma yesterday after pulling a leech—yes, a leech—out of a woman's nose, but come on. A huge trauma just came in! A bus crashed into a church building a few blocks down the street and caused a major traffic pile-up. No casualties have been reported so far but lots of blood, guts and glass stuck in people's faces that Steph and Ben get to treat. Sighing, I reopen the electronic chart and scroll around to see if there's anything hands-on left for me to do. If I don't find a patient to treat, I'll be stuck running labs, scheduling surgeries and charting for the rest of the day and I'd rather have explosive diarrhea than run labs, schedule surgeries and chart. I'm a third year resident. I'm above all of this scut.

It doesn't seem like I'm needed anywhere else, unfortunately. I'd better go get a head start on these labs. "Page me if anything changes on the patient in 103, as well as 105. I'm gonna go run-" I'm interrupted by the persistent ringing of my pager and excitedly, I grab it so quickly that I probably seem like I was waiting for it to ring. I sort of was waiting for it to ring, in hopes of giving me something better than scut to do but the nurses at the nurses' station don't need to know that I was waiting on pins and needles for my pager to ring. It makes me seem desperate. I turn my pager around and leisurely read it, in a half-desperate attempt to make myself seem cooler than anxiously waiting for my damn pager to ring. I'm being paged to the first floor! Maybe they actually need me in the pit! I smile in satisfaction to myself and slyly put my pager back into my pocket. "I'm gonna go run some labs...page me if anything changes with my patients." I give the nurses a smile and turn around to go to the pit.

Whatever I'm being paged for probably isn't very important since I wasn't paged 911 but oh well, it's a page that doesn't include scut and I'm taking it. I walked away from the nurses' station so quickly that I forgot to put the electronic chart back on a charger, so I hope that it doesn't die. It's a shame how desperate I was for my pager to ring. I put my hands in my pockets and lightly jog down the steps to get off the second floor and onto the first. I go over to the first floor nurses' station and lean against the counter. "Someone paged me down here?" I ask the blonde haired nurse that's sitting in the chair behind the counter, typing something on the computer. She stops typing and looks up at me like she doesn't know who I am, even though I've worked here for three years and I've seen her all three years I've been here. "Dr. Wilson." I blatantly tell her my name, emphasis on the Dr. part.

"Oh...sorry, hon." She seems genuinely apologetic. She clears her throat and leans forward to get closer to me. "Woman in bed three...asked to see you." She points me to bed three as if I don't know my way around the pit. I appreciate her apologizing me though. Okay, but a woman in bed three asked to see me? What woman? I don't really think I've treated anyone that could possibly want me to treat them. Unless...Maybe Andrea is back. Andrea's the girl who's nose I pulled Herbie the leech out of. Maybe she found some other issue, like her nose is falling off or she's half brain-dead from having a leech chomping on her temporal lobe. I'm a horrible person because part of me really believes that her nose falling off or being brain-dead could be fun for me. With a sneaky smile on my face from reveling in my thoughts, I grab the pastel blue curtain that seals off bed three and pull it back.

The woman sitting on the bed isn't Andrea like I expected it to me, so I'm surprised to say the least. I reach behind myself and shut the curtain to maintain this woman's privacy. She's very pretty, I think. She has short, shoulder-length blonde hair and pale white skin. I can tell that she's a box-blonde because her brunette roots are coming through towards the crown of her head; she's obviously naturally brunette. She's a little bit on the heavier side but I wouldn't call her obese. She's sitting down on the bed but the way her legs touch firmly on the floor lets me know that she's rather tall. "Good morning." I plaster my friendly smile across my face and open up a new file on the electronic chart. "I'm Dr. Wilson and I'll be treating you today. Now, can you tell me your name?" I hold the chart against my stomach and look her in her eyes to seem humane. Her light hazel eyes are low, soft and sympathetic. She seems to be nervous for some reason. I actually get patients like this all the time. Patients that are automatically nervous once they enter a hospital, I mean. I think it's sort of strange how there are people out there that are genuinely afraid of hospitals when hospitals have always been my sanctuary.

She crosses her legs and squeezes her ankles together as she runs her stubby fingers through her wispy, thin blonde hair. She's wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt so her arms are exposed and since getting her to talk to me seems like a bit of a stretch, I quietly examine her with my eyes to see if I can pick out what might be the issue that brought her here. Her legs are covered with loose fitting blue jeans so I can't see them but her arms are quite revealing. In both folds of her arms, the skin is badly scarred with small, red circles. To a normal person without medical training, it would look like this woman has hives and to a certain extent, I'm sure some of these red circles really are hives. But there are some scars that are too deep red to be hives. Some of the scars are needle marks from shooting up. I keep my smile on my face in hopes of calming this poor woman down and walk over to the glove dispenser to grab myself a pair of gloves. "What's the weather like out there?" I start a conversation with her just to be mannerly as I pull on my gloves. "I was thinking about going out there to get some fresh air but it's probably raining, isn't it?"

She runs her left hand along her right arm and shifts her legs in an uncomfortable fashion. "It's actually a beautiful day out there." Even her voice sounds nervous. She sounds like she's not-so-sure if she should be here or not. "Is..." Her voice trails off so I put the electronic chart down and stand in front of her with a smile still on my face so she knows that it's okay to tell me anything because I'm going to help her. At this point, it's pretty clear to me that she didn't request to see me. I've never seen this woman a day in my life and we're perfect strangers to one another, so it's virtually impossible for her to have requested me as her doctor. I'm thinking that maybe the nurses got me mixed up with someone else or she just asked to see a surgeon and I'm the only available one. There's no possible way that she went to the nurses' station and asked for Dr. Jo Wilson. "What is your name?" She tilts her head and wrinkles her eyebrows, as if she's asking me to teach her trigonometry.

"Jo." I keep politely smiling and take my hands from my pockets. I slightly turn my body and pull up the flap on my white coat to expose my name. "Josephine...but everybody calls me Jo 'cause Josephine's a mouthful." I fold the flap down and put my hands back in my pockets. "You can call me Jo. You don't have to call me Dr. Wilson." Careful not to alarm her, I slowly grab her arm so I can take a look at her hives. "Are these hives?" She nods her head, refusing to look me in the eye. "Um... Do you get these all the time? Are you allergic to anything?" I turn her arm so I can get a better look at them. She doesn't say anything. "You know, I get hives sometimes." She cracks a smile so I smile too. "When I'm stressed out or nervous about something." I take a look at her other arm as well. She's smiling and holding back laughter. "No, seriously. Last year, I overheard my boss saying something about a member of the staff getting fired. I went crazy thinking it was gonna be me. My back looked like a political map of the United States when everything was said and done. Big mess of red down the middle..."

"I guess that's one way you and I are alike." She nods her head again and gently slides her arm backwards so it's out of my grasp. She grabs onto my arm and starts pulling up the sleeve of my white coat. I'm a little bit uncomfortable now, I won't lie. Why is she trying to look at my arm? I was taught to do anything to make a patient happy though, so I help her pull up my sleeve. She starts running her thumb along the hair on my arm. I don't know what else to say to her. I can't even smile anymore. Alex is always telling me how pretty I am and you wouldn't believe how many patients have complimented my looks as well. I know I'm not ugly but I never really thought that a patient would actually hit on me. Maybe I'm neurotic because I have some residual issues from things that have happened to me in my past but generally, people rubbing your arm like this—male or female—can only mean one thing. I know how to defend myself against someone that tries to take advantage of me and this woman doesn't seem like she's much of a fighter; even though she has a good 100 pounds on me. If this woman tries to do anything to me, I'm going to fight her off as best as I can. Then I'll go find Alex...he'll know what to do. "...I'm sorry, baby." She called me baby. I feel my nervousness starting to take over. I snatch my arm away from her and try to even out my breathing. "You're just...you're beautiful." She finally looks up at me and for the first time, our eyes meet.

When our eyes meet, I feel like someone just opened up the back of my shirt and dumped a gallon of ice water down it. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand up and chills rocket all over my body. I don't know who this woman is. Like I said, I've never seen her a day in my life. So...why does my body feel like I know who she is? My heart feels some kind of connection with her and I don't know why. I've never felt connected with somebody like this. I've never felt this natural feeling that someone knows me and I know someone. I don't know her. But there could only be one reason as to why looking at her feels like I'm looking into a distorted mirror. You know those mirrors in the funhouses at carnivals, festivals or freakshows? The ones that make you look skinnier than what you are or fatter than what you are? I feel like I'm looking into one of those. One of those mirrors that gave me haunting hazel eyes, bushier eyebrows, forehead wrinkles and laugh lines in my cheeks. Those mirrors have the ability to make it seem like you're seeing something that you're not but they can never take away the features that make you...yourself. The wide forehead is still there, the hazel eyes are still there, the thin nose is there and the big, puffy lips are there. If you don't know someone but you look like them, there's only one reason why you could look like that person, right?

I close my eyes and shake my head to clear my thoughts. I've had a pretty rough, busy week. I think I'm just tired. There's no way this woman could be anywhere close to who my heart thinks she is. She wouldn't know who the hell I am, just like I don't know who the hell she is. If this woman is who my heart thinks she is, the last time she saw me was when I was two weeks old, 28 years ago. She wouldn't know who in the hell I am. She can't be her. "So...what's your name, ma'am?" I pick up the electronic chart again and pop open the new file, completely dismissing the awkward moment of her stroking my arm and calling me pretty. "And what brings you here today?"

She remains silent, which sort of annoys me. I'm ready to just pass her case off to someone else. Maybe I can act like someone else paged me and give this woman's case to another person, like a nurse or whatever. It doesn't seem surgical, whatever's wrong with her. "You don't know who I am, do you?" Instead of answering my questions, she dives into another topic. I shake my head and pretend to be busy typing something into the chart when in reality, I'm not typing anything. I don't like this feeling I have. This sinking feeling in my chest that's making my stomach ache. I feel nauseous. "I didn't expect you too." She sounds disappointed. "You're gorgeous, though. Look at your pretty, pretty hair and your eyes..." She shakes her head. "So pretty." I have half a mind to tell her "thank you" but if I talk, my voice is going to crack and I'm going to cry. "Can I still call you Jo?"

"...I have to go. I have other patients to..." I swallow a lump in my throat and close out of the new file on the electronic chart. "Good luck, ma'am."

"Jo, wait!" She stands up from the exam table and calls after me. "Wait, honey...just wait." My brain is telling me to keep going; to pull the curtain back and get the hell out of this room before I start crying so hard I can't stop or letting my emotions take over and end up cursing this woman out. But my heart won't let me go. My heart won't let me leave her. "I'm so sorry to...freak you out and stuff. You're just...not what I expected. I don't know what to say to you."

"...So you did page me?" I ask her.

"I found out you were working here and I just asked if you were available..I didn't ask them to tell you that I was sick." She holds her hands out like she's trying to diffuse the situation. "I just want to know you..."

"I'm working." I shake my head and turn to leave again.

"Josephine."

"I have to go...I'm sorry." I feel a tear creep down my cheek and tickle me as it falls. "I...I..." I can't even say anything. "I have to go." I pull the curtain back and leave the exam room. You know, I've always dreamed about this moment. I thought about the things I would do and the things I would say. I would ask her why she left me, I would try to understand why she did it because after all, nobody leaves their two week old baby unless they absolutely have to. I would hug her and tell her that I forgive her for everything and I would tell her that I'm not angry that she was never there to teach me how to deal with my period, how to cope with boy troubles, braid my hair or help me dress up for the prom. I would want to start over and have a relationship with her. I would introduce her to Alex and tell her that I think he's the one. And she would be there for the birth of her grandchildren, if me and Alex decide to have them. I always thought about this moment and I had it planned down to a perfect tee. I look like her, which was a shock. My eyes, my ears, my nose and my mouth all belong to her. And I immediately felt that connection. Crazy how your body just knows that you're related to someone because you feel that connection. I didn't think I'd have any connection with her, even though I came from her. I never thought that I would be the one to apologize to her. I never thought that meeting her—meeting my mother would be so nerve-wracking. I never counted on feeling so nauseous.

I need to find the nearest bathroom, because I'm going to throw up.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 8 years ago

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The Lamppost

Summary: Dean develops a crush on the reader but isn’t sure how to act on it...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Written in Dean’s POV...

A/N #2: Written for @d-s-winchester ‘s Fall in Love with Fall challenge where my prompt was the image above. Fall is my favorite season and this is one of those unique fics that quickly became one of my favorites...

The first time I saw her, she never looked up. She was sitting on a bench by a lamppost, reading a book from the look of it with a cup of coffee sitting beside her. It was a gray day, a little chilly to be doing anything sedentary but she seemed completely ignorant to that fact. She was wrapped up in a navy vest with what looked a like a soft gray hoodie underneath, a dark red scarf wrapped around her neck, a warm hat over her head hiding the hair that wasn’t peaking out from her side braid. She had on a pair of dark jeans and boots that had a piece of gum stuck to the bottom she probably wasn’t aware of. For a second I thought she was the cutest hunter I’d ever seen.

But she wasn’t a hunter. She was just some woman enjoying a fall day in the park, getting lost in her story.

When I told Sam I’d go jogging with him again the next day, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I told him I’d do it the once to appease him but today, I wanted to see if she’d be there again. Rounding the corner on the path, I smiled a little, the same hat on a woman sitting at the bench, staring at her book again. I gave a little grunt as I got closer, hoping to get her attention. Sam nudged me, that look in his eye asking if I as about to keel over. I nudged him back and he rolled his eyes, taking off without me. I knew I was slowing him down and this gave me an excuse to stop now.

She didn’t move at all apart from taking a sip of her coffee. I waited until I was just across from her to bend down and untie my sneaker, still a weird concept for me anyways. If I’m hunting, I’m in a pair of heavy boots, not these lightweight things. But Sam got them for me for my birthday and his face lit up when I used them so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

But she still didn’t move her eyes in my direction, instead flickering back and forth over the pages. She was so lost I didn’t dare disturb her.

Tomorrow I told myself.

I went running by myself the next day, Sam off to help out Jody with something. I didn’t necessarily run until the bend, hoping less sweat would equal better odds. Again she was sitting there and again I faked a shoelace. I glanced over at her, legs crossed, her body completely relaxed, a pair of fingerless gloves on her hands today. She sipped at her coffee she kept in her lap before putting it back in the cardboard tray.

There was another coffee though. Of course she had a boyfriend. There was no way in the world someone that beautiful wouldn’t, that she’d want some flannel and grease stained brute. He probably wore oxfords and worked in a fancy building with a corner office and thought it was cute she spent her mornings here before he took her out for a fancy brunch.

I got up fast and ran hard the whole way back, finally figuring out one thing running was good for.

It was a few days later when I went running in the late afternoon, the dark gray skies spitting rain at first until it was coming down steady. I was pissed. Not at her. She’d never done anything to me. I’d never even met her. I let myself daydream, let myself pretend again. It didn’t work with Lisa. I never gave Jo the shot she should have gotten. It was always doomed and all I would ever have was hunting and that was it.

The lamppost light was on and there was someone sitting under it in a rain coat, apparently enjoying getting soaked as much as I was. I had my hood up and was so focused on going fast I nearly tripped when the person suddenly stood up and walked right in front of me.

“What the hell man!” I said, giving the person a glare. They reached a smaller hand up to their head and pushed their hood back some, revealing the soft face underneath.

Her.

“Hi,” she said, giving me a tiny smile.

“Hi,” I said back too coldly, her face doing a good job of hiding how her body had instinctively taken a step back. But her confidence came back and she got closer, giving me a smile.

“I haven’t seen you the past couple mornings,” she said.

“If you don’t mind, it’s kind of pouring and...” I said, her body stepping out of the way.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” she said, her voice going quiet. She started to walk the way I’d came, her head dropping down, her hands fisting around the sleeves of her coat to wrap up her fingers. She was shaking and it was nearly five o’ clock. She had to be frozen to the bone from the looks of it.

“Hey,” I said, her feet stopping in their tracks, her head lifting up and body spining around. “You should get somewhere warm.”

“Yeah,” she said, giving a tiny head nod, turning away again. I bit down a groan and glanced around, trying to figure out how to make this chick not take the long way back to her car. I saw the trashcan nearby and the cups from her, the name Y/N appearing over and over again.

And the name “Cute guy” on about four of them.

“Hey,” I said again, walking over in front of her. “Who’s cute guy?”

“You,” she said, risking a glance up. “I thought you were maybe going to say hi a couple times so I started buying you a coffee to ask you but I got nervous. You haven’t shown up the past couple days and I was kind of cold so I drank yours earlier.”

Oh way to go Winchester. This is all your fault.

“I’m kind of cold. I think I should head home,” she said, the lightest shade of pink on her face, from the cold or nerves I honestly had no idea.

“I’m Dean,” I said, regretting it the second I said it. Sparing her a little pain now only to have it come later wasn’t noble. It was selfish.

“You don’t hear the name often,” she said. “It suits you.”

“Can I buy you a coffee?” I asked, wondering why the hell I was digging myself further in this hole.

“Okay. Actually, no, I’m sorry, I can’t. I really want to but I can’t,” she said, giving me a sad face. “I really would like to but I can’t drag you into my life.”

“I can’t drag you into mine either,” I said, not disappointment on her face but understanding.

“It’s okay. You were nice,” she said, a curious thing to say. She gave almost a wince when she saw my face. “You won’t understand.”

“Try me,” I said, the woman shrugging like there was no point in lying.

“I can’t have a normal relationship. My job is dangerous,” she said.

“So is mine,” I said. She nodded and I gave her one back. “A cup of coffee won’t kill either of us.”

“No strings,” she said.

“No strings.”

We found a coffee shop just down the block, both of us soaking and freezing by the time we got there, wrapping our hands around the scalding hot mugs to warm up. She took a sip and her face scrunched up as she burnt her tongue, poking the tip out like a little kid, trying to soothe away the sudden pain.

She barely said a word and I barely said one back. It was amazingly simple to sit there with a stranger and just take her in, knowing I was allowed to because she was doing it right back. Until her phone rang and the peaceful bubble broke, our not coffee date surely done with.

“That was work,” she said after hanging up. “I have to go.”

“That’s okay,” I said, hearing my own phone go off, glancing down to see it was Sam. “I think my work is calling too.”

“It was nice meeting you, Dean.”

“You too, Y/N.”

For another two weeks we did our little dance, Y/N would read on the bench, I’d take a break for a minute from the jogs I still hated, neither one of us saying anything, neither one of us willing to put an end to it. Until one day she leaned over and grabbed hold of my arm, fingers not even able to wrap around it all the way.

“I have to know. What’s your last name?” she asked.

“Winchester,” I said, a wide smile over her face. “Why is that important?”

“Because maybe we can make it work,” she said. “Hunters stick together right?”

“If I said how to kill a vamp...” I asked, hoping she didn’t think I was nuts.

“Take off the head. None of that stake and garlic stuff,” she said. I sat on the bench next to her, her hand sliding down my arm. “Weaken them with dead man’s blood.”

“You’re a hunter,” I said, moving her hand down to my own. “You’re an actual hunter.”

“I understand if you don’t want to-”

“Do you want to come over for dinner?” I asked. “I’d really...you know people like us don’t get shots like this.”

“Only if it’s a date,” she said.

“It’s definitely a date.”

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booksncoffee · 8 years ago

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how you get the boy - seventeen

“He found out that we went on a date and he.. dunno, got a bit weird ‘bout it.”

“How weird?” He quizzed, confusing me with that question, “Niall Horan sort of weird or Tenley Beckworth sort of weird?”

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I didn't actually recognise the number when it appeared on my mobile phone. But since I was preparing a cup of chamomile tea, I wasn't really in the mood to play the guessing game.

Sliding my thumb over the screen whilst reminding myself to save these digits after this conversation ended, I clicked the loudspeaker option and put it down on the counter before I poured hot water into the cup.

“Tee, you like cupcakes, right?” Harry asked before I got the chance to say a word, his voice familiar in every way it shouldn't. Behind my closed lids, I could make out a clear picture of him with a lopsided smile, eyes glinting with mischief. I pushed that image away immediately, for I didn't even want to think how I’d managed to conjure that up in my head; I refused to believe that I remembered every inch of his face.

“Yeah, but not as much as you do,” I replied as I picked up the device and held it in one hand.

For the past week, since the night Harry saved my number in his mobile, he had been sending me abundance of text messages and against my better judgment, I replied to most of them. Originally, I had thought that talking to him through text messages would be boring, but I was proved wrong because he was anything but boring. As a matter of fact, I found him quite an entertaining texter.

Much like when we were face to face, Harry was good at keeping the conversation going. I didn't know how he did it, but I wasn't going to complain because I did enjoy talking to him although sometimes he asked too many questions.

There’s a laugh and a sound of shuffling accompanying it before Harry let out an exasperated sigh, “Niall’s with me and he thinks this place Jo’s working at makes better cupcakes than Crumbles.”

Again, I could imagine how he looked like at the moment, his bottom lip jutted out, creating a pout and dissatisfied frown adorned his forehead. I pushed that image to the back of my mind quickly.

“And you don't agree with him,” I said pointedly before I brought the cup up to my lips and took a sip of the hot tea. I relaxed against the cabinet, a sigh of relief escaping my lips.

Almost immediately, a loud scoff came from the speaker. “Course not!” He exclaimed, “Are you mental?”

At that, I let out an amused chuckle. Despite the fact that I was aware of his love towards cupcakes, I didn't know he was capable of getting overly defensive over them too. “’m not. But-“

I didn't get to finish my sentence as Niall’s voice came into the speaker. He probably had snatched Harry’s mobile from his hand, for I could distinctly pick out the sound of Harry’s groan in the background. “Tee, don’t listen to H.”

I felt my brows furrowing in confusion although corners of my lips twitched. Then, before I could ask him why, Harry’s voice returned. “No, don’t listen to Niall,” he told me, “He’s only saying this cos he wants to woo Jo.”

“Am not!” Niall shouted.

“Shut up, Ni,” Harry said next and I could hear the sound of a slap. I could only assume that Harry had just slapped Niall – not on his face, I was sure – for his inability to give people some privacy. But then again, Harry sort of deserved it considering he was all the same. “Oh and Tee, could you come to my place later?”

Upon hearing the front door opening and closing, I disabled the loudspeaker and pressed my mobile phone against my ear, “Hmm?”

“Come to my place in about thirty minutes?” Harry repeated his question and added, “Niall and I need you to tell us which cupcake’s better.”

Soon, Louis appeared in the kitchen, his dark blue beanie pulled down to cover his ears. It must’ve been cold out there, I thought. “Okay.”

“Love you, Tee!” Niall shouted from behind Harry, followed by, “C’mon, H, tell her you love her too.”

“Fuck off,” Harry snarled almost too quickly, most likely giving Niall the bird and his infamous scowl right about now, “Ignore him, bunny, I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure.” I replied with a nod although I was aware that he wouldn't be able to see that. After ending the call, I looked up to see Louis kinking an eyebrow at me as he took of his beanie and ruffled his hair. Next, he shrugged off his jacket and placed it on the counter. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he smiled though it didn't quite reach his eyes. Eyes fixed on my mobile phone, he asked, “Talking to Harry?”

I’d like to think that I was just imagining the venom lilting his voice as he said Harry’s name, but I was almost 100% positive that I wasn't because his feature changed slightly when I nodded, “Yeah. And Niall.”

Taking a bottle of beer out from the fridge, Louis took a sip of it before he continued, “Heard you went on a date with Harry the other night.”

Although I shouldn't be surprised given that he would find out about this sooner or later, I couldn't lie and say that I wasn't taken aback when he brought the topic up. It had been two days since Harry and I’s date night and a part of me thought he’d forgotten about it; or rather, a part of me wished he wouldn't question me about it. I supposed he deserved some sort of explanation since he was the one who opened the door when Harry dropped me off at my flat at around 1 am as I’d forgotten to bring my key with me.

“I did,” I answered.

“Thought you hate him or summat,” Louis mentioned before he chugged down the beer. I didn’t like the tone he was using as he said those words, so naturally it wasn't my fault that I turned on my defensive mode.

“I’m just giving him a chance.” I countered. As I crossed my arms in front of chest, I pretended that they were shielding me from his words; words that I knew would hurt me in spite my subconscious telling me again and again that I shouldn't take it to heart.

“The way you gave me a chance?” Louis chuckled menacingly and I hoped he was drunk, but a bottle of beer wouldn't be enough to get someone like him drunk unless he’d had drinks before. But I doubted that as his schedule was packed today and I was pretty certain he went home straight after his last class. Scoffing, he added under his breath, “Sounds convenient.”

He must have thought that I wouldn't hear those two words, but I did and it made my blood boil with anger. Not even a sip of this chamomile tea could calm me down. “I’ve been giving you lots of chances, Lou, but you’ve never taken it.”

For a moment, he looked puzzled as though he had no clue what I was hinting at. So he asked, “What do you mean?”

“I think you know the answer, Lou,” I replied with a scoff and a roll of my eyes.

“What? That you like me? Is that the answer?” He sounded so mean, so unlike of him that for a couple of seconds, I was scared of him. In fact, I was quite sure that I flinched the entire time he was speaking, “Well, Tee, s’hard to believe you since you’re not doing a good job at showing it to me, especially with you running to Harry at every chance you get.”

My brows furrowed with both confusion and anger and I clenched my fist, hoping that it could lessen the anger flowing in my veins. I put down the cup I was holding and took a few steps towards Louis. “What? Are you seriously saying those things to me right now?”

“Face it, Tee, that’s the truth,” he said as he walked around me to throw the beer bottle into the trashcan. Shrugging, he added whilst making his way out of the kitchen, “What else do you want me to say?”

I wasn't going to let him get away after saying such things to me. Back then, the hopelessly, madly in love with Louis me would’ve let that comment slip away, but not this time.

I stood in front of him, halting him in his tracks, “Y’know, s’funny coming from you cos you’re the last person who has the right to judge me. You’re bloody brilliant at making poor choices, anyway.”

“Yeah?” He challenged me, to which I nodded my head bravely. A voice inside my head told me that doing that, it was a bad decision. “Well, s’pose taking you in as a flatmate is one of them, innit?”

His bluntness rendered me temporarily speechless. Louis took my surprise as an advantage for him to step aside and walk into his room. I heard him turning the lock on his door and I had half the heart to shout at him, telling him that I didn't even want to talk to him anymore. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even look at him.

Stomping my feet back to the kitchen, I finished my chamomile tea, eager to get the hell out of this flat. All of sudden, I felt suffocated, like every single atom in my body felt like I didn't belong here. Like this wasn't my place, after all, even though by right, it was. His words kept ringing in my head, reminding me again and again that this place belonged to him and I was just renting it. And choosing me as his flatmate was one of the poor choices that he’d made in his life.

It hurt tremendously to hear Louis say those things to me, for if there were one person I didn't expect to hear it from, it’d be him. For so long I created a version of him that made me fall so in love with him and for so long I didn't realise that who he really was wasn't the same as the person in my head.

I guessed this was reality slapping me hard in the face – something that I needed.

After washing the cup, I quickly made my way out of the flat, desperate to forget everything he said to me. It didn't work, unfortunately, as they followed me out to the hallway where I paced back and forth in front of Harry’s flat. And when my feet had grown tired, I sat cross-legged on the floor, my back against the wall as I waited for Harry and Niall.

Luckily I didn't have to wait until my arse was numb. They arrived a few minutes later. Niall’s booming voice was the first thing I heard, followed by Harry’s, but I couldn't quite make out what they were talking about.

Upon seeing someone sitting on the floor in front of Harry’s door, both of them stopped walking, eyes nearly bulged from their heads. However, when they realised that it was just me, a smirk tugged at the corners of Niall’s lips whereas Harry shot me a questioning look.

I stood up from the floor and brushed away the figmental dust, ignoring the look Harry was giving me. He was probably wondering why was I sitting on the floor, in front of his flat. Good thing, Niall’s with us so Harry must have decided to hold off the question until there was just the two of us.

“I expect you boys have cupcakes for me.” I said, my eyes drifting to the two boxes Niall was holding, securing them like they were the most important things in his life.

“Of course,” Niall answered, a smug grin approaching his thin lips as he gave Harry’s shoulder a nudge, “Any last word before you lose?”

Harry gave Niall a sideway glance as he unlocked his front door, “You’re bloody annoying.”

His head was thrown back as he let out a loud, contagious laugh that managed to make me laugh too despite the sadness splashed across my chest. “Not something I’d want to hear, but I understand that it’s just your wounded ego talking.”

Harry gave his friend a middle finger one more time before he walked into his flat. He went straight to the kitchen so the two of us followed suit. Niall placed two boxes of cupcakes on the island, rubbing his palms together as if he was eager to get a taste of them. Then he looked at me, his penetrating gaze almost made me listen to him, “Remember, Tee, no matter how much you like Harry, you need to be fair.”

I opened my mouth, ready to deny his statement. I closed it a second later, though, because everyone – excluding Harry, I hoped – knew I would only be wasting my energy in trying to convince Niall that I didn't like Harry.

I nodded my head, “Fine. ‘m all ‘bout being fair, anyway.”

At that, both Harry and Niall scoffed like they didn't believe me. For a moment I wondered what had I done to not deserve their trust, but before I could come up with an answer, Harry tied a piece of cloth around my head, blindfolding me.

“It’s a blind test,” Harry whispered in my ear, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine – I wished neither Harry nor Niall noticed that – as he gave my shoulders a squeeze. “This is to prevent you from cheating.”

I laughed, amused that this whole thing was happening. Who would’ve thought that two grown blokes would ask me to become a judge in their ridiculous competition? Hint: not me. “You lads are taking this thing seriously.”

“We take everything seriously,” Niall corrected me, poking my rib. It was a fruitless attempt at convincing me because regardless what he said I knew it wasn't true, especially since it came from Niall. “C’mon, Tee, stop wasting our time. We need to know whose cupcake’s better.”

“Obviously Crumbles’,” Harry said rather confidently, those simple words had the power to annoy Niall. It was true when they said that your other senses came to live when your eyes were blinded. Because right now, I was pretty sure that Niall was glaring at Harry and Harry was shooting him his infamous, irritating smirk. “But Niall’s right, bunny, stop wasting our time and stop sniffing the cupcake.”

Caught red-handed, I nearly dropped the dessert I was holding; it wasn't my fault that the smell of this thing was so strong that I couldn't possibly push away the urge to sniff it. My cheeks warmed in embarrassment and under their unwavering gazes, I took a bite of the first chocolate cupcake.

There was no telling whether this cupcake was from Crumbles or the other bakery, but one thing I was certain of, it was bloody delicious. The chocolate melted on my tongue the second it got into my mouth and although I wasn't exactly a big fan of chocolate, I wouldn't mind eating this thing again and again. I could feel the cream on top it leaving a mess on my mouth, but I didn't care. That proved you did enjoy the cupcake, didn't it?

However, before I could take another bite, the cupcake in my hand was replaced with another one. I could hear Niall saying something about how the wait was killing him under his breath. I brought the dessert up to my lips and ate it.

Unlike the first cupcake, this one was less sweet and less chocolate-y. Nonetheless, it was still good. Perhaps it couldn't beat the richness of the first one, but I liked how it didn't assault my senses with the sweetness of chocolate. It had traces of salted caramel that added and complimented the chocolate taste and I liked it. Better than I could have baked, to be honest.

As soon as I put down the cupcake, Harry moved to stand behind me and took off the blindfold. Almost instantly, I came face to face with an eager yet anxious looking Niall who was chewing on his nails. I slapped his hand away.

“So?” He asked with a kink of an eyebrow. “The first one or the second one?”

I could sense that the air had shifted as my eyes darted from Niall’s face to Harry’s, both of them looking like they were ready to jump off of a building whilst I mulled over my decision. “I still can’t believe you two are taking this thing seriously.”

Whereas Harry let out a frustrated groan, Niall ran a hand down his face, both clearly had had enough of the waiting.

“Fine, fine,” I chuckled, holding both hands up in defeat, “I think I like the first cupcake better.”

Upon hearing my decision, Harry had a surprised look written all over his face that soon morphed into a huge smile when he pulled me into his arms. He left a couple of kisses on top of my head, his lips then moving to my cheeks where he peppered kisses all over them, clearly overjoyed that I had chosen his cupcake – not that I knew it was in the first place.

When I glanced to look at Niall, he rolled his eyes and muttered, “You’re only letting H win cos you like him.”

“That sounds a lot like the loser talking,” Harry commented which further irritated Niall, to which he received a death glare in return. “Besides, it’s a blind test, Ni.”

“Honest to God, you two deserve each other,” Niall said grimly as he reached for another cupcake from the box and shoved it into his mouth. As far as I was concerned, he had never liked it when he lost and I could only assume that he wasn't taking this well. Hopping onto the island, he then looked at us, his eyes lingering on Harry’s hand that was wrapped around my shoulder. “Which reminds me, how’s the date?”

“I told you, we’re not telling you anything, Ni,” Harry said as he moved away from me to take out three bottles of beer from the fridge. Handing one of them to me and another one to Niall, he then occupied the stool next to me. His shoulders and thighs brushed against mine and I held in my breath.

Trying to ignore the effect he had on me, I smiled at Niall, “Yeah, Ni. We don't do this whole kiss and tell thing.”

It was a mistake saying that because immediately, he smirked and leant forward, “So you kissed then?” When no one answered him, he continued, “What ‘bout Louis? S’he taking the news well? Not that I cared bout him or anything.”

The mention of Louis’ name made it seemed as though someone had just dumped an ice cold water over my head when it was just merely a question that I didn't even have to answer if I didn't want to. My grip on the beer bottle had tightened slightly and though I wished no one had noticed the change in my body language and expression, Harry had. And right now, he was looking at me concernedly. I knew there were numbers of questions on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't articulate any of them.

Instead, his hand drifted to my knee and he gave it a gentle squeeze before he placed his palm on top of mine and intertwined our fingers. Then, he looked up and squinted his eyes at Niall. “Stop being nosy, will you?”

Rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue out at Harry – a real mature move – he made his way to the living room where he turned on the television and made himself comfortable there. But not before he took another bottle of beer from the fridge and took the rest of the cupcakes with him.

Once he was truly out of our sights and hopefully, hearings too, Harry swivelled his body until he was facing me. The concerned look had returned and I knew he wanted to hear the explanation he’d been waiting for since he saw me on the floor.

“What happened?” He asked softly as he brought his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered there for a moment and I swallowed the lump that had thickened in my throat. “Y’know you can confide in me, yeah?”

He’s right; I knew I could. But the thing is, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to know about my argument with Louis and how his little outburst bothered me until now. It was my problem with Louis, not Harry. By right, I should handle it alone, but with Harry being in such a close proximity, looking at me with sincere and kind eyes, along with that little reassuring smile, I sighed and said, “It’s Louis.”

Almost instantly, two deep lines appeared between his furrowed brows. I had to fight the urge to try and erase them with my fingertips so I casted my gaze elsewhere. Conveniently, my eyes were attracted to his lips that were pressed together, creating a thin line.

“We sort of got into an argument, but s’nothing big,” I added when I realised that he was waiting for something more than just the name of the person that managed to occupy my mind – not in a good way. “I’ll get over it.”

Harry’s grip tightened slightly and I looked at our clasped hands, at the way his hand nearly engulfing mine. We hardly held hands before, but looking at it felt almost natural. However, that was the least of my concern because Harry wasn't satisfied with my answer. “What’d he say?”

I sighed, “S’noth-“

Harry shook his head, his voice firm as he said, “Bunny.”

“Fine,” I relented and ran my fingers through my hair before I opened my mouth to speak the truth, “He found out that we went on a date and he.. dunno, got a bit weird ‘bout it.”

“How weird?” He quizzed, confusing me with that question, “Niall Horan sort of weird or Tenley Beckworth sort of weird?”

I snorted at his attempt to inject humour into a situation that wasn't funny. He meant well, I was aware of that, as it’s typical for Harry to make things lighter whilst I was tense – something I didn't realise before. Sighing, I smiled sadly, “Not that kind of weird. S’just.. I don’t know.”

Sensing that this matter might be more serious than he initially thought, Harry scooted closer to me and put his arms around my shoulders, “What’s wrong, bunny?”

The warmth he was providing to me made me feel a tad better, but that didn't stop the bitter chuckle from escaping my throat as I murmured, “He said taking me in as his flatmate is one of the poor choices he’s made.”

At that, I felt Harry’s body tense and purely out of instinct, I pressed my lips to his shoulder that was fortunately – unfortunately – covered with his white t-shirt. I was hoping that it could help drain the tension from his body, but it didn't. Instead, he gently pushed me away from him so he could look me in the eyes, “Tell me you didn't let him walk away after saying that to you.”

“He got into his room before I could stop him.” I shrugged, pressing my fingertips against the spot between his brows, wishing that I could make his frown disappear. But I couldn't.

Harry wrapped his hand around my wrist, bringing my hand down to his lap. “Bunny, what he said..” he trailed off, his eyes darting from my face to our hands, as he shook his head, “You don’t deserve that.”

I placed my other hand on top of his, giving him a reassuring smile, “As I’ve said earlier, s’fine. I’ll get ov-“

“You’ll get over it, I know. That doesn't mean he can get away with that,” He nodded his head and swallowed thickly before adding, “Bunny, I know you, uh, love him but he’s a fucking idiot. And if he doesn't like living with you anymore then you can just move in here.”

I let out a chuckle, “I thought you like living alone.”

“I did,” he said and I didn't miss the way he’d used the past tense instead of the present tense. Because of that, I couldn't help but wonder what made him change his mind. “You can take the room next to mine. It’s almost always vacant.”

“Almost?” I kinked an eyebrow at him and colours began to bloom his cheeks.

“Unless my sister comes to visit me, no one has ever slept in that room.” He said with a shrug, his answer far different from what I had in my mind.

“I appreciate the offer, button, but s’okay,” I patted his knee and got up from the stool, “Everything will be alright.”

He followed me out of the kitchen and before we reached the living room, he asked, “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

I should have known better than to be confident that things would be alright.

When I returned to my flat after watching a couple of movies with Harry and Niall – I didn't know how they managed to convince me to stay, but they did – Louis hardly looked at me, let alone talked to me. In fact, as soon as he heard me walking through the front door, he left the living room to return to the confinement of his bedroom.

This morning was no different. He left before I had the chance to catch him in the kitchen for breakfast. Although by right I was the one who should be avoiding him after what he said to me, it appeared as though the roles were reversed.

“I thought he couldn't get any stupider but he just proved me wrong,” Shiloh mentioned, distaste lilting each and every word that slipped past her lips whilst we made our way to a restaurant not too far from our campus for lunch. “Honestly, Tee, you should ditch him.”

“S’not that easy,” I muttered under my breath as I pushed open the door to get us inside. I let my eyes wander around the place in search of an empty table and I instantly caught one by the corner. I dragged Shiloh with me, hoping that with food around us, she would drop the subject.

Much to my dismay, she refused to. “Does Harry know about this?”

Flipping open the menu, I nodded. “Yeah, told him last night.”

“I’m gonna save this whole ‘I can’t believe you told him before you told me’ speech cos I’m curious,” she said in one breath, reaching out to snatch the menu from my hand so I couldn't hide behind it. Eyes glinting with interest, she asked, “What’d he say?”

“Said Louis’ a fucking idiot,” I quoted Harry’s words to her and at that, Shiloh agreed with a nod of her head and a small smirk, “And offered me his place.”

“And you said no,” she stated, slightly disappointed by that piece of information she’d deduced herself. Knowing full well that I wasn't going to delve further into this topic anymore, she sighed and handed the menu back to me. “You’re my best friend, Tee, and I just want the best for you.”

“I know,” I said with a sincere smile gracing my lips, “And right now the best thing for me is a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of caramel macchiato.”

Luckily, when the waiter came over to our table to take our orders, Shiloh decided to drop the subject and started talking about her day. I listened to her, suddenly wishing that my life were as simple as hers – minus the abundance of assignments she had – and wishing that I hadn’t gotten myself tangled in this web of mess I’d created myself.

As soon as we had finished our lunch, Shiloh returned to our campus as she had one more class for the day. I, on the other hand, went straight home. I took a deep breath before my hand found the knob, all of sudden I was afraid to walk in and face Louis when earlier I was intent on straightening things out between us.

Once I did find the courage, I opened the door and stepped inside quietly, for I didn't want to make a sound. The flat, surprisingly, wasn't as quiet as it always was. There were two distinct voices talking over one another and I felt a frown making its way up to my forehead as I followed the sources of the sound.

Soon enough, Harry and Louis came into my vision. Whereas Louis was sitting on the couch comfortably, Harry was standing in front of him, his lips moving animatedly as he spoke. I didn't catch what he was talking about at first, however, but the nearer I was to them, the more I hear. Since the two of them were invested with each other, throwing words after words, neither noticed that I was only a few feet away from me.

“Tenley’s an amazing person and you’re a fucking idiot for treating her like that,” Harry spat, his voice even as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Fuck off, Harry,” Louis muttered under his breath like he didn't even want to talk to him. But if there’s one thing I knew about Harry, he’s persistent and even if you didn't want to talk to him, he’d make you talk.

“You need to apologise to her,” Harry said through his gritted teeth and those words seemed to catch Louis’ attention. Turning off the television, Louis tilted his head to take one good look at Harry before he opened his mouth to speak.

“I said,” Louis drawled, heaving himself off of the couch so he was standing as well, jabbing the other boy’s chest with his finger, “Fuck off, Harry.”

Then everything happened so fast that it wasn't until it had happened that I finally surged forward, a futile attempt to stop it. Harry’s clenched fist made contact with Louis’ face, an action that he saw coming but still, it caught him off guard. However, almost stumbling on my own feet, I didn't get to stop Louis before he threw a punch at Harry, hitting him right on the nose. Despite the fact that he was a bit smaller than Harry, his punch still jolted him backwards and I took that as an opportunity for me to stand between them.

“Stop,” I hissed at them before I added, “Fucking stop this.”

Louis looked at me or rather, glared at me, his hand clutching one side of his face though he shouldn't because a direct contact with the bruise only made him wince in pain. Glancing through my shoulder, I saw that Harry was doing the same, except he was touching his nose, wiping the blood with the sleeve of his shirt.

“I’m gonna get ice now,” I told them, my eyes darting from Harry to Louis, both of them refused to look at me. “I need you two to stay as far away from each other as possible.”

With that being said, I ran to the kitchen, heading straight to the fridge. I could barely get my grip on the handle because my hands were shaking, numbing me from getting a proper grip. Closing my eyes, I willed myself to get my shit together. It was hard to do so, though, considering that every time I closed my eyes, I saw both Harry and Louis punching, all bloody nose and bruised face and I found myself worrying. And worse, I began to blame myself for everything that happened.

When I returned to the living room, Harry was no longer around and there was only Louis who’s pacing back and forth. Upon seeing me from the corner of his eyes, he stopped and took the ice pack from my hand. Before I could open my mouth and say something to him, he’d already turned and bolted from the room.

Sighing, I made my way out of the flat because as much as I was worried about Louis, I was worried about Harry too.

Though any other days – since I started coming over to his place every now and then, that is – I wouldn't knock on his door, given what had just happened, I gave it two knocks before I opened the door and walked in. Just like the first time I popped up in his place, he looked alarmed when he heard the click of the door.

Hesitation was evident with every step that I took, afraid to get a closer look at Harry’s face and he seemed to notice that because a second later, he offered me a small smile – one that didn't reach his eyes. A part of me was prompted to come forward, whereas another part of me wanted to flee. I was, after all, the reason why he and Louis got into that fist fight and the reason for the blood tainting his –t-shirt.

“Hi,” I approached him with a smile, occupying the spot next to him on the couch as he scooted over. Without waiting for him to say anything in reply, I leant forward to place the ice pack against the side of his nose, taking his hand in mine and replacing my hand with his.

“S’not broken, bunny, don’t worry,” he told me, a smug smirk touching his lips. At that, I let out a relieved sigh and my body visibly relaxed. “Were you worried ‘bout me?”

I gave him a sideway glance, taking in the curve of his lips and the dimples indenting both sides of his cheeks. “Maybe,” I admitted under my breath. “What were you thinking?”

“That you wouldn't come home to see all that,” he answered sincerely, a look of guilt flashing in his green eyes. Putting down the ice, he let out a sigh as he faced me, “I can’t believe he refused to apologise to you.”

Just like yesterday, I told him the same thing, “Harry, s’fine.”

“No, it’s not,” he countered with a shake of his head. He ran his fingers through his hair, a frustrated groan escaping his throat, “Tenley, you need to stop giving him chances. He doesn't deserve it, fuck, he doesn't deserve you.”

The last sentence was barely audible, but thanks to the silence, I heard him clearly. Looking at him, all I saw was sincerity and concern. He was truly concerned about me and I appreciated that, but I was an adult and I knew what or who deserved and didn't deserve me. I didn't need anyone to provide me guidance in regards to that.

I offered him a smile as I got up from his couch, “Thank you for sticking up for me, Harry, but I need to go and see Louis now.”

At the mention of Louis’ name, his face dropped and he didn't bother to hide it. Nodding his head, he took the ice and pressed it against his nose, casting his gaze elsewhere as though he didn't want to watch me walk away. I gave him one last look before I turned around and left his flat to return to mine.

Once I was positive that I was ready to face Louis, I took a deep breath and knocked on his bedroom door. When there was no respond from the other side of the door, I turned the knob, noticing that it’s unlocked and stepped inside.

The room was empty. And that’s when realisation dawned on me, one that hit me hard: he ran away each time things became complicated for him.

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Oops,

....my hand slipped.

Emile just finished setting up the panel, getting over the fact that Jon yelled at him for what-the-fuck-ever, and Emile is still really thirsty ever since he caught this nasty cold, he’s been drinking water out the ass, two bottles to be exact. He began drinking his third when he heard murmuring outside. The panel was about to start!

Jon walks over to Emile to make sure he had the events ready to go for the fans when he notices all the water bottles in the trashcan and one in his hand. "Lemme guess, you're down with a cold again, happens every year, it's like a tradition" Jon says, crossing his arms, going through a stack of cards of things he was going to mention at the panel.

“Yeah i guess. Looks like this panel’s going to be a long one too. Ugh, i just wanna go sleep.” Emile complained between sips of water.

"Oh, stop complaning today's gonna be a blast" Jon says to Emile as Tim bumps into Jon while carrying a whole bunch of camera equipment. "Sorry, this stuff is heavy" Tim says to Jon as he sets the equipment down on the table and begins to set it up. Tim looks over to Emile "Man, it looks like you haven't slept in 3 years!" Tim jokes with Emile.

Emile giggles, “Yeah right?” he began feeling a little funny, but he shrugged it off. They had to get the panel done and over with anyway, he wasn’t just going to flake out in front of a billion fans!

"Are you guys ready for a stampede?!" Jon smirks as he's about to open the doors, they could hear the fans screaming their names.

Emile nodded, “Let’s get it going!!” he shouted excitedly, which made him feel a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen. Emile hypothetically “d’oh” ‘ed himself for not using the bathroom before the panel! he hoped he would make it.

"All right!" Jon opens the door "Welcome to the panel everybody!" Jon shouts, Tim looking a bit nervous but excited. The fans huddle around the table, the crowd was getting heated, this has been the biggest panel they've had in 2 years. Tim finally got the camera ready and was recording the crowd's size. "Wooow" Tim says as he gets the massive shot.

As everyone starts to settle and have a seat, Emile sneaks out through the ocean of fans and tries to find a bathroom. He leaks a little, gasping as he has to stop to gain self control. he walks around a bit more before noticing a women’s bathroom. ‘There must be a men’s bathroom around, right?’ Emile thought, as the urge got worse. he saw a men’s bathroom, then gasped as he saw an “out of order” sign on the door of the men’s room.

“No..not now..” Emile groaned as the pressure increased on his abdomen. He groaned softly as he pressed his thighs together. Jon notices Emile trying to sneak out, "oh no you don't!" Jon grabs Emile's hand and brings him back to the panel. "The panel just started, what are you doing sneaking out like that?" Jon questions Emile while raising a brow.

Emile almost wanted to tell Jon, but he was too shy, he blushed, “I was just looking for a vending machine, y’know, for another drink?” Emile smiled at Jon, secretly covering up his tracks. "Boy. How much are you going to drink?!" Jon asks putting a hand near Emile's face. Jon could hear some female fans mumbling something about Protonconroy, Jon just sighs "Look, the vending machines are near the entrance, surprised you didn't see them on the way in, now I gotta go cater to these people" Jon looks down frustrated as he leaves the brunet.

Emile let out a huff, he did not like the way those girls stared at them, so he bought a fiji water to show that he wasn’t kidding. Emile goes up to the stage, and the microphone is handed to him unexpectedly. Looking around, he heard his fans cheering his name. “Hey everybody, we’re the runaway guys!”

The fans screamed and cheered, Jon walks up onto the stage with his hands up in the air like the special little shit he is and grabs the mic from Emile "I'm ProtonJon, if you need me I'll be here all day" Tim runs onto the stage too, abandoning the camera for a sec "don't forget me, NintendoCaprisun! How are you all doing today?" The fans all reply "GOOD!" Tim hands the mic to Emile as he runs back to attend his camera before someone runs off with it.

Emile grabs the mic from Tim, “and i’m Chuggaaconroy!!” This time, the fans cheered the loudest for emile as he sat back down. The pressure in Emile’s bladder was getting worse now. Emile looked over to jon as he passed him the mic. Emile then looked to the full bottle of fiji water and sighed.

"Glad to hear you're all doing fabulous today. Remember not to get too close to Chugga, he's sicker than a dog." Jon laughs, some of the fans go "Awww" feeling sympathy for one of their favorite Youtubers. Tim positions the camera over to Emile looking downwards at his full bottle of water that he hasn't even touched yet. Emile rolls his eyes as he opens his water and starts to drink. he waves a hand at Tim’s camera before putting the water down.

Tim smiles a little as his camera goes over the audience again, a whole buch of fans were recording too with their cell phones. Jon sits down and settles down a little as he opens up his own water bottle and starts to sip it. Emile took a quick glance at the condensation dripping from the bottle and shudders. He really needed to pee now, he had to tell jon!

“uh, Jo-“

"C'mon everyone let's start the panel!" Jon shouts as everyone cheers the guys on.

Emile quickly turned to face the crowd, and blushed, fidgeting a little. ‘I guess i could wait a little while, right?’ In his thinking, he was called up to play a competition game of Mario Kart with a fan. As Emile held the controller, he had the urge to grab himself, but the feeling quickly subsided as he kept playing, terribly at that since he couldn’t focus. The fan won, Emile lost, and Emile was to give out a prize to the winner. As he gave the prize, a single leak bled through his pants, although barely noticeable, was still there. Emile exhaled, he didn’t know how long he could keep this up.

"C'mon Emile, This little girl Jessie wants to play with you too" Jon says with his hand on an 8 year old girl's shoulder as she has this big ol' smile on her face. Emile mustered a smile, he couldn’t take the adorableness! He HAD to keep his fans happy, right? Five minutes later, another game done with, Emile walks back to his seat, every step sends a jolt up his spine, making him get goosebumps on his arms.

"Emile, you got another one, this guy's name is Mario" Jon mentions as he taps Emile's shoulder, this kid was wearing a full-on Mario outfit, who knows if his name was actually Mario? Emile weakly waved a hand to the cosplayer as he sat back down to play. Now it was a round of mario party, eatsa pizza? really? REALLY? Emile shrugged off how random that was, and got to the game. Again, he couldn’t really focus like in the first game, and he had to cross his legs while he played. another game lost, more prizes given out, and Emile felt as if he were to explode at any given moment. As he sat back in his seat at the table, he held himself freely and made sure no one was looking. he clenched his thighs together as he blushed strongly.

Jon was noticing Emile acting strange he goes up to Emile and whispers "are you alright, you're acting kinda funny?" Emile quickly put his hands to his sides and smiled weakly. “Yeah, i’m okay Jon!” His voice wavered. "Thats good to hear, now get back in there, you have another fan, this here is Juan" The blond says as he has a hand on Juan's shoulder smirking a little at Emile, knowing he's getting tired of losing.

Emile made a fake smile at the child, and went back to gaming. The game is sky pilots. Emile’s bladder felt like it was going to burst, he jiggled his legs as he tilted his head back and sighed, trying to ACTUALLY focus on the game, but couldn’t. another game lost for emile, juan thanked him for the prize as he walked back to the crowd. As Emile walked back to his seat, he noticed the door opening, it was Masae, she must be here to accompany the panel as well. Masae was letting the door open for Lucah, who was carrying more gaming systems in.

"Alright, we got 2 more hours folks!" Jon says getting everyone's attention.

‘Two hours?!’ Emile thought, his soul sinking to his shoes. he had to get out of here, he was going to- ‘No, i-i can’t! Not here!’ Emile couldn’t even muster the courage to even imagine if THAT ever happened! Unthinking, Emile ran out the door of the panel, making a beeline for a bathroom.

"AAA!! IT'S CHUGGAACONROY!!" A female fan screams, grabbing Emile by the back of his polo shirt. "Oh my god I love your videos, oh my god I love everything abiut you oh my god I love you oh my god!!" She says flipping out.

“N-No, please I-“

"I was watching your Splatoon let's play the other day while I was getting ready to fly up here, I was so looking forward to visit you I just love you so much oh my god, like you're amazing person omg like youre such an inspiration oh my god I love your videos and everything about you oh my god" she continues to ramble on and on.

“I-I’m so sorry!!” Emile yells suddenly, freeing the grip of the fangirl and running down the hall of the convention center.

The fan looks at Emile running down the hall and says "what the heck is his problem?!"

Emile felt horrible, for one, he left his fan hanging like a dick, but what to save, his loyalty or his dignity?

Jon looks over as a flood of fans go on to follow Emile. Jon sips his water "looks like Emile's having a fun time." Jon smirks being the snarky asshole he is.

Emile turned a corner and slowed his pace, grabbing on to his crotch with both hands, trying to hold back the flood, but to no avail. Emile froze as a wave of desperation came over him, he had to stop, he was going to have an accident!

Jon was curious to see how Emile was doing so he followed the stampede. Jon finally catches up "Looks like you're having fu-" Jon notices Emile grabbing onto his crotch. "You okay Emile?"

Emile turned his head slowly to face Jon, and a bunch of confused fans, and turns around slowly, tears in his eyes. He notices a men’s room right behind the sea of fans. Emile breaks down on the spot and the floodgates open. Emile takes his hands away from his crotch to see a wet patch forming on the front of his pants. he looks around at the sudden reaction of the crowd, back at his pants, and back at the crowd. he then gropes himself again. more urine escapes emile, and is now forming a puddle on the carpet, some even made its way into his converse high tops. A pleasurable euphoria washed over emile as he whimpered, giving up on trying to stop the flow. he kept going until the stream slowed to a fitful trickle and stopped. Emile was crying as he stood there, he put his face in his hands and cried for a while.

The fans gasped in horror as some fans took out their phones to record, Jon sees the fan recording and he takes their phone and throws it as he takes his hoodie off and gives it to Emile. "It's going to be alright, take it."

Emile was still crying, breathing unevenly as Tim tried calming Emile down by hugging him. “You’re gonna be fine, deep breath.” Emile took slower and slower breaths as he took jon’s hoodie, ran into the men’s bathroom, and locked himself in a stall. Jon goes into the bathroom with Emile and knocks on the stall door. "You okay in there?"

Emile wiped his tears on Jon’s hoodie, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Jon, I’m such a child.”

"No you're not, you should have said something Emile." Jon says, feeling sympathy for his friend. "Open up the stall, Emile"

Emile opens the bathroom stall, revealing his wet pants to jon, the blue denim clinging to Emile’s legs. Emile teared up again, “I’m sorry.” he whispered.

"It's not your fault Emile...C'mere" Jon says as he hugs onto his friend tightly. emile accepts Jon’s hug as he breaks down quietly in jon’s arms. they stay like this for a solid minute, before emile broke free of Jon’s hug. “i just wanna sleep…” Emile rubbed his eyes and sniffled.

"Same over here, Emile It's been a long day" Jon smiles as he looks at Emile lovingly.

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regularly ingermany //// wif e and our kids with her is where i go to when iaccessmy fortune and get infos. thatis whatthey quell. wether i choose usa as lifecenterpoint then as freebillionaire or canada or switzerland or just trolleythe world in a yacht illsee about that. that isnt decided frauded into misery queleld ifno empowered scums averted even basic food selfhelp andthat is poi soned too . jarmix is 18 thiis somekindof trashcan isnti t who empowered that cockroach to arbitrarily mess whatthe y want over someone like me frauded into this trashcan to walkby in it evenmore so who i mmunised em todowhat when was it a f t e r idaytime cour t demanded my immunisation xmas2009 echr2800/10 dothe ge rmans try to highjack this shit as eu shitball and theonly reason whyits mildsafe nowandt hen is then like france poland thatdontlike whats happenin g but hope its a eu pillage thing while starved damamge d killtricked allalong andthey cant even fakeit nice wife and our kids with her is 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protected p eople like me or my mother it covered them gave em alib is as they exchanged aslong as noone says anything another overtape another heartkilltrick sowhat another fuck clown what a shithole now itis d a y t i m e charged courtcharged fortune access accurately them arranged themselves inthis shithole of swamp system as dependents and privileged you can starve another year and insist on fortune access whilethey suffocate your heart to ruin and try another trick //// 11 behind earlym pahtic aimed is heart relelvance is ///// 10 isit fair tosay theres notjust probable cause tobefurious its s t o i c and that thatguy (me) doesnot wallow in hate while ab solutely ruthlessly serobullshit with em whatthey do here tryhere didhere allalong these monsters and cockroaches and scums /// 9 oneof theeee ge rman tricks hasit always been like makeit seem as if there is no probable cause to hate there is plenty of probable cause tobe furious itis s t o i c what this is forwhatthey do makesure they cant hedge shitballtricks like mysteriously hate fluffybunnies meadows thennnnncamethatguy they murder intensified m u r d e r tricks onagainoffagain critical midlate april withpathoge ns suffocationpoisons junejuly now itsmore like pedo tric ks and braincook damamge sneaky deconstruction drowsy braicnooked /// 8 the fix forth is here quelled repressed monstrous inuusticve fury is yo ure not you they all a r e themselves but for the foo ls its another wishfulpretend to add harm ****** inthe germans internal quarrels is likely a struggle between those that depend on good will and comeclean witthe shtitheydid and their scums that caused the mess theyjust must t r y something else and the ones that t ry to solve it reasonable do it wrong thecontrary is right you need a trick to fraud blackmail chain braincook damage o r flip twist something onthatguy and and and and and and an d and anywaywhere did that trick work lets try that too ********* cockroaches. pow erfulheadimpact is 1831 /// 7 ihatethe germans theyre cockroaches rapers murderrers poi soners pedos that twist flip their way outof their crimes and make it seem like y o u aretheproblem chargign whatt heydo nothing is compensated whatthey overtape is what the y tried to nut asif no compensation is necessary theyre cockroaches in a swamp theygive eachother alibis ad arranged themselves with their fraudsystem as its privileged begue nstigte you can run after your own money another year whie lthey suffocate poison xraytrick pedo orgy mengele and nut trickery what a shithole that itis deed typed harm deedtyped sexual assault deedtyped staying damages is laadeedaa itis luck with some good people that barely avert the worst else alldowhatttthey want itis a v e r y bad idea to shitballme becazuse they want something v e r y these cockroaches for them its a matter if a trick works untilthey can twist something agai n to fraudyou forever /// 6 imgased by odd park and dr ive away clunker whatisit then headimpact cockroach germa ns ******* lawyers the germans try over the verfassungsschutz debt chain trick shitball as all in tight order this time with mothers case sero bulls hit with the tries she herself had 20million realtime ****** and daytime frauded her a s nutbum forever itis a shithole of pedos rapers drug cokr oaches and allkinds of germans jailasstoyer 1821 the tric k is this is a verfassungsschutz clowngame about find anything something anything by **** **** create pressure points trick counter pressure points tri ck and thats the only shitball they can and for that serobul lshit bagatellsums or not ******** /// 5 mos bz40 is hea dimapct themor locals /// 4 lets repair walkahead two ol dguys lookslike retired police abit checkifits corona relev ant too and fixit justcurious maybe spirituals nonhosti le? //// 3 miraclemild just a lefthand catapult usuallyits a hotspot ofmess as cornerhouse 13 ahead mos kt 110 is /// 2 headimapcts fromopospite roadside or and upstree t schoolcorner 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A positive effect theyleeched it but added poison on the lemonjuice likely iiit is gemany. Then a titsu it ifit harms or does sth lymphatic but not when its bad like flip it toonuts tofeeditself and now lost weight trick. Bac k anotherbunch fattytemplate balls damage likethat sgerman sgermanY. Onlocked subdued guts for staged orgafail after car sixyears movemeNt more thanwithcar plus sports twoyars mondaytomonday its germAny. Greentea effects: leeched or a nD notas good replaced as self processed the 5-6packsof greentea are Fact ididnt dump it ilovethestuff. Andimcoffee fan primarily. But after the tenth its 20days tea Which fi le coplevel has #keypoint : dertypda trinkt tee,nicht bier, g eschweige denn drogen. Dertypda rubbbbbbbbelt sich einenvonderpalme nochmal20jahre waehrend der an ballerinas taenzeri nnen denkt als dass der denda auchnur betatschen laesst. Simple basic direct coldhardroc kbottomtruth Dertypda is eher so irgend N gebildeter typso naja ey als raufbold oder n arr. Der isss vollder psycho ey wennmir den dauernd vergewaltigen und so aber mir hamn den n bissl erstickt und vorderrue be gebrutzeLt,, klar dachte ich ooooooooh??????man!!!!!!!!w.a s. ?h a t ? D e r nur fUern gehirn ey und dannmal was ge brutzelt hald so dasser netter is Neee ey, ichwilldass d er wiene nutte denkt oder ne tussi ey. .woa der hat des gi ft ueberlebt so ein zaeher hund. : you: ugh!!!!!!!! Misc hief minors befor during after sexual abuse isnot themain problem but shows how arbitrary damages harms areusally. Int ensified murder poisons arsenide interoxide exchange hours everynight greenmix xray beam tricks. Backleg heart disease ma ke murder tricks shutdown all digestivesystm or organ kill emboly trombosis stagedorganfail finedusts. Murder pathogen behind earlymphatic and white death tricks itypeit allthetime luckis shuffling with nonhostile orless hostile bothered by fucksleaze rather killit //// @all @sun @odnigov @p ontifex .@all .@sun .@odnigov .@vulcan .@spock find thi s hard hard hardline lost inall hate and exploitation and fraudulent leechery tricksystem s **** a forgotten common humanity beneath absolutely anything regularly hit by hardball clowns and scums wher e morality is a joke anyway ofcourse all is ruthless efficient exploitable only those tha t can defend themselves wont get exploited pillaged tothat regularly becomes d e s p e r a t i o n hardball by not so scum and principally not too badwilling but serioulsy harm ed toomuch ******* the good the bad the ugly that if stability is the goal you cannot disdain human beings and the common humanity the mo nstrosity and ruthlessness for abit more efficiency them regret themselves more than often but thereis no shortcut aroundthat as those that can and will ruthless monstrous it willalways inthe shortrun outrun the more common humanity like s principally human beings. if empowered to bad worse happens as humans degrade youcannot runit by bliss bs like ideology but ******* in acceptance of a common joint hu manity from russia china usa europe africa and anywhere else then the hardball issues b e it a ruthelss system empowers necessities until it exploi ts all and anything then it busts isitpossible the 2015 on is an uprising of the slaves simply ******* so out of c ontrol that all became a biological warfare control measure theproblem as you see ist hat youmade that realm so ruthless monstrous thatthey dowha ttheywant adn worse and you lost control overthem long ago allyoudo is cling on control over those that dont even kno w pathogenmurderer 1713? 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@law @law @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @ haaretzcom @snowden @bild @phoenix_de the german govt + supr anational timecontrol accomplices shuffle harms and proxies and play plausible deniability for their crimes they caused and the scums they hosted invited tolerated orjust immunised if some inthese that causethemess quarrel with others th at know theymessed but wanan stay neat must show face abroad how good for them thattheyrenot all rotten but for this very case they all are equally guilty liable causing shuffling harms and proxies it iis not woa after allwe did alallong an d stillmess we could maybe try this tweak then wecan pillage it and and if we dothis so its cheaper forus maybe hes stup id enough to sign there i s no such thing as guiltyconscience they flip between the necessary (monstrous) and the moral thereis no conscience some wouldbe like taboo “daran schwer versuendigt” maybe. m a y b e but like dont touch another ta boo of countless they shuffle harms and they shuffle proxies and inthe meantime decoy throw object flipcausality vict imblame try perversion anything that makes pressure point on a case they did monstrous things alallong to pillage it to savemoney was earlier whenthe inventions are game changing its even for whatthey think existential isay they shuffle h arms and proxies inthis underhuman dared tokicktheir ass but which trick could work which flip this. we must gain chains leverage pressurepoints we deserve and or orelse we itis through and through disdainworthy despicable youcan empower t hose that want a comeclean withthemess the compensate the crimes apologise sowhat but you must not trust themever they f lip between the necessary and the moral itis neofeudal mildsafe ornot depends onthese things for soemthing that is a jo ke hands down. safety for life health sexuality property family basics genuine hard to the biology basics idoubt they gras p what scums they are they flip between the necessary and the moral and try sth here nomatter what but which trick th en *************** this is germany youre confused by the flip between morality and thenecessary by the decentralisation neofeudal where shuffling proxies whcih tick by own facettes but its morelike goodcop badcop trickery plus alot of lul l decoy whackamole ************** all hard interconnected realtime bot searchign special words warn onspecial words or bl ingpling on good things transponder info on proximity to clowns and such scan millimeterwaves roadcrossings villagecor nerwise to aeh e mp o w e r the aeh blind and the lame or and or just one of these sgerman sgermany this is what itis // // how did the german cockroaches avert anyinfo. thelayer1 causing authorities with timecontrol accomplice. imean. loo kat layer2 cocockroaches. the cockroaches they immunised todowhat. lookatem how theyre a llabout what a prostitute youare or what a momfool you are or gayprisonor fantasies. or p edo orgytricks. or steal with anything. these. cockroaches. dont control time system synchronisation bank synchronisa tion in newyork. layer1 causing authorities play for keepit as day fool and quell a n y i nfo. how. allthe decoys: they throw decoys and coverup. at who? brief the clowns that are nonhostile tryto demystify theshit their layer1 causing authroties german govt + control accomplcies did. its criminal g ovt agenda turned eu interest withnothignhappens and any crime after the nutting tricks may have failed again //// #i #bet #israel @israel #li ke: aaaaw????lethim marry his mule orwhatevee. sowhat!? #me: gaah .@law @law @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @haaretzcom @snowden didth e german govt acknowledge myweddint with maron ifnot itisobv ious they game for dayfool control with their devious intelcoma system same with acknowled ging fortune theymighthave tried to taxit without acknowledge it orthestatus but hedge ra ther chavbum games over studentloan federalbank //// fin d messer xraytrickster beamtirkc finedsut trick 1823 pm . germans usually “the-mythical-esquinlax” their crimes or germ an “aeh-fengshui” their crimes but itis constantly effor ted harm with intel tools intel access deedtyped before during and after daytimecharging it // //thisis oneofthe milde r days theresnonhostile oncase maybe minormischief atplay. minors always rescue enforceprevention scums or minors preven tion. measure chow with a more sensitive xraydevice. what is the damage when this already makes mildsick allis blah you dontfeelgood fromit but dont wannabarf. all is blah and your e mildsick. sometimes on someoccasions your teeth get metallic and allis blah. itis a minor mess the years of highpowe red radar and beta and neutrontrick werenot helpful. priority is heart heartbackleg from suffocaiton kiltlrick and tooman y flatlinegames toomany surgeries and backleg tricks and backleg artery access damamgin bloodvessels thenmore finedus t and more heart tricks /// im terrrorised with eyedrugpri ckles ice catapults and leechery clown accesed. am annoyed b y a shitball yesterday about 148bucks formymother orso as bs debt. the verfassungsschutz mustve tried some clown shitba ll game about create pressurepoints trickery orthelocal clowns that drugme drowsy like grandure nutbum gets 148bucks bill trickery. cockroachgerman cockroaches itis frauded into msiery and trashcan damamges deeedtyped . bombou terroriser. cautionwith minors. the accesser or contorlelr seems liek a fool or a minor mischief about yourenotyou fantasies. they aaaaaaaaaaaall are themselves. even the hudnred cases e v e r that playpretend theyre arnold schwartzenrambpo to renounce pain or anticipation of pain . a verylatestage feardiseas e. so the contradictory shitball trickery by the same fools. itis another shitball tofind wackos that are extremely happy then extremely sad as bipolar shitball. thinkofthis. in the system of arbitrary drugs arbitrary brainmesses abritrary whattheywant messes. arbi trary braincook forehead to control em as fools hedge then never developed shitballs. and this. is e e e x a c t l y howit works. so. cautionwith min ors mischief minors they c an n o tknow. explainem. but fo ols. that arbitrarily damamge me jail. thenprevention. the russianneedle counterbuzzes countertones of high-dba soundtra cks. what does that do. highdba sounds counterbuzzes. makes nuts ? /:/// woa!!!! squeez e cockroach 1634 1635 if its leechery or adds harm or sth ichecked a chavletter about 148buc ks from my mother demanded from me orsth. she had 20million onher account realtime from me. iii have 90billion 92billio n. or just 62billion. daytime court demanded. that immunisation is quelled. averted . not a missed formality. findout if a cockroach leechdamamges me. daytime itis a looonglist of paidoff bs idont even owe. all in tight order plus 30k taxc redit on 30k student debt which i paid realtime longago whichwere taken up because theyquel fortune access inthefirstpla ce. sero. tolerance. if a cockroach leechdaamamges sth for 148bucks orsuch. seriously. they mess with which fortune ge nerated from thisvery head. that is my fortune plus which further wealth generated. for the customers ofmy inventions. ge ts to 233billion. but they lifetimeleech chavtrick greengoo leechtrickery or braindamam ge arbitrarily /// gaser gased a drowsy mix. findit and stuffthemthe mix galore for hyyp eractivated minors youdontlet on or near a n y drugs thats cr iminal //// it mustbe understood whenhaving a car and n otmoving so regularly but driving around. that as basis. onthat youadd the movements and more plain drinks abolished fruc tose drinks mostly and such. itis notjust those hdl values ho w would a body without healthsins r e m o v e p l a q u e s . not add plaques. but . r e m o v e plaques with those values. itis also onthat basis with car themovement and the ratherplain chow itis takes careof self and each and every single damage inthis very body is a german crime. includ int titttsuit templates withand without urgentliest whenyou eat an ice and balsldamages. health first. no templates. heart onedge fromsuffocaiton and suffocaitonpoisons deedtyped y esterday backleg tricks . arbitrary access abritary harms. /// itis a good doc. brief him of the constant harms and killtricks and mengele tricks and emergency heartmeasures /// cantbelieve miraclemild today. the medifile daytime store d me as fatty? the doc thenwonders whyyou easily grab the bottom of your feet notjustyourtoes likethat. or noonestores whengettingup fromground without using hands. usually. or sixyears + carrying chow mule grade fromstore. it means that al l uphills and all jogging mondaytomonday 2years everyday plus walking sixyears 150km 180km 200km eachmonth is jogging as fattied. what is the braincook movement and heartlung pathogen finedust heartkillbackleg trick ratio fromthese facts andthe dayfile lists: fatty. oh weird…cantouch toes maybe. allrightallright lipo pro file thefffff?!?!? 69HdL+91LDL?! after two years then 145 total choeltsteirne. uh… sugar nonsober 33.3mmol 5.2percent allrghallright sobersugar 91.mgdl thefffffffff?!?!? youknow it. they ballsdamage. lympahtic damamge and arbtirary tittsuti damamge on a body without h ealthsins. abody that takes careofself. ///// im posioen d or a r b it r a r y drugged again. whatisit. d e t ox it. a r b i tr a r y drugggigng whatisitthisitm earlmypahtic ai emd durign type. maybe something inspired someone to urgent ly drowsy poisonor drug sth. p r e v e n t a n y mess. els e its miraclemild. didyoucheck the filters inthe cupboardabvo esink. cockroach poisons cockroachdrugs acid chrystal ticket whateveritis andothermixes? makesure theydontpoison this filter again the duration is 6weeks for one filter. it holds onaverage t w o days. maximum. someone poisons it drugs it . likethat quickly thenyou drink unfiltered tabwater amonth. thats budget burden 20buc ks whenyougot 200amonth 170 amonth //// xraybeamtrickery radar? some intelcoma time test themes were probably barkin g smalldog?!? like bllufff bluff and youre zombi not mindinganything plus tired allmiracl emild otherwise //// roomgaser 1252 1255is relevant acce sssermaybe pathogen relvant 1252 and 1301 neck+shoulder right paired subdue mixer guts s ubdue mixer //// 1301 neck+rightshoduelr aims guts subdue likely find it whopushed abut ton /// pathogen relelvant access por inhaler 1252 isit so meone without masks that got e x t r a gased by the intels then //// xraybeam highpwoe red radar or nazi radar /// nonhostileaccess 437? reward /// 358suffocartted like 2004pm 2003pm wasit abadinahelr r a breathestop ondamamgedhear t seems nonhsotile very 2004pm like poisoning /// #gain # leverage #tricks @france24 aaaawplease #lawyers yourenot n aive. thegermangovt+timecontrol causingthemess as layer1 athorities shuffled any harm as anyproxies. layer2 clowns,thes cums they immunised overtheyears todowhat. thenthe criminals tried to gain leverage for by any means at b e s t atworst i ntensified harms for thegermangovt and tis timecontrolaccomplcies givingthem wiggle ro om the 20th year //// replacedphone 337 is #for #day #time #charging #it @israel @bbc_whys @law .@law .@laws @harvard_law .@harvard_law @bundestag @bund esrat @snowden .@fisa @fisa @judge .@judge @judges @france24for daytime charging intelcrimes. howmany chainit nut it tr icks didthegermans try. thefirst thing snowden expected. for intelcrimes allsee allalong a ll overtape allalong. the hells deedtyped terrorised likely into desperation as intent. simply compartmentalised away, thatguy has fengshii bubolensis majoralis, thenewest plag ue imaginable /// earlymphatix 211am nonhostile? /// h ooooooowmany immunised girls fellinlove with us nonimmunised baby s .@israel @bbc_whys @la w .@law .@laws @harvard_law .@harvard_law @bundestag @bundes rat @snowden .@fisa @fisa @judge .@judge @judges @france24itslike committing a premeditated crime drunk first i booooze m e drunk then i bat the guy: alert mnaaaah. fully guilty. b e f o r e the deed on drug that is what he planned.german l awinthis casearound intel drug: wiiiifeeeeeeeeyy of my aeh.. aeh.aeh… heartandmarrryyyyyyhmeeeeeeeeeeeh megaphonebut w hat matters is she wanted to iwanted to despite intelcoma wallandsomehowthe years wentb y she had allthetime offered 20mio then later 2bio toleave without anyregrets ifshe cant ho ldthis intelwall shitout anymoreand herewearerecently someone mustve implied a gain or sth if the fraudsystem with its criminal german govt had not kept the case daytime*********not acknowledgign the marriage untilwef o r c e d them tois av e r y goodhint*******mikedrop//// #the #jews ? mighthave a cknowledged itlike aaaawheck ifhewants to marry some mule then lethim? 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Donnate.paypal.me/ChristianKiss /// / 0059 circutiboardbuttonpsuher nonhostile? usuallyits bad 0 058driveaway. cautionwithsupport. cautionwith support u s u a l l y its scums maybe thistime not //// .did the germa n government acknowledge my marriage to maron long 17y ears or just 13 years //// itis heart onedge findout from what 20pm on /// the women that stolesperm were charged and convicted but ifthekid needs a parent we put the punishment off. that is a fair thing. v e r y . it sets straight the crime. it is humane for the good ofthekid. itis abysmal stuff s y s t e m c a u s e d systembotched itisnt even spermdonor meet and greet or sth itis systembotch set straigh t + humane for thekid better solutions? ///// lawyers the de- debt procedures they turn peoiple to green goo or le echem? when my mother had 20million andthey did that wi th her ******* idemand jailtime for the scums that didit and now if they did n o t harm and leech give em kudos ******** the germans shuffle realtime harm for realtime pai d or renounce realtimepaid to getnothing daytime and shuffle realtime harm then bloat it daytime and shuffle realtime harm this is misusing th e system they fallback on deadbeat arguments like daytime he didnt pay while quell fortune access immunisation blacklist anyincome and renounce realtime pay to get nothing to dothat daytime this is y o u r job that is for the in surances and the banks and if they foolme into signing something it is even m o r e so a case foryou evenmore so onthis basis here daytime charge d their crimes committed with intelcoma drug quelledimmunsiation not averted daytime cour t demanding fortune access itis heart kill today afternoon evening fromwhat exactly before itwas xrayterrorise gasing likely //// lawyers ofmine serobullshit with the long list of daytime paidof bs evenif idonthave to. itis all tight micromanaged. itis not about another 148bucks formy mother sixyears afterbher demise paidof f twice asmuch onanother shitball while realtime funds inteh billions. sero. tolerance . with. degradation trickeries. the germans quell income. for that itis miraclemicromanaged. hearton edge from tricks udnerway orand backleg andor gutslo ck heartsuffocationtrick udnerway 2004. iiiiiiiiiiiii . am. what. iiiiiii am. i dayt ime court charged it but itis germany. they will try. a n y t h i n g. to fraudme as dayf ool forthe restofmylife. while hedging a n y t h i n g to harm. in any way they can. ser o bullshit with any degradation smear harm letalone realt ime harm for realtime paid /// heart on edge findout ifits implants or chav daammge or chavdamamgetmepaltes g u t s l o c k dehydration locked guts fromimplants dehydration backleg heart tricks. else miracl emild. thesuffocation 2004 was bad. what wasit e x acf t l y .the trick deceit with intel methods used were thisorthat ronin roin or heroinorso butitwas a suffocation trick abitlater. demystify the implants. findout ifthe chavletter has o bscurepowders onit it happens regularly ingermany //// wif e and our kids with her is where i go to when iaccessmy fortune and get infos. thatis whatthey quell. wether i choose usa as lifecenterpoint then as freebillionaire or canada or switzerland or just trolleythe world in a yacht illsee about that. that isnt decided frauded into misery queleld ifno empowered scums averted even basic food selfhelp andthat is poi soned too . jarmix is 18 thiis somekindof trashcan isnti t who empowered that cockroach to arbitrarily mess whatthe y want over someone like me frauded into this trashcan to walkby in it evenmore so who i mmunised em todowhat when was it a f t e r idaytime cour t demanded my immunisation xmas2009 echr2800/10 dothe ge rmans try to highjack this shit as eu shitball and theonly reason whyits mildsafe nowandt hen is then like france poland thatdontlike whats happenin g but hope its a eu pillage thing while starved damamge d killtricked allalong andthey cant even fakeit nice wife and our kids with her is where i go to when iaccessmy fortune and get infos. thatis whatthey quell. wether i choose usa a s lifecenterpoint then as freebillionaire or canada or switzerland or just trolleythe world in a yacht illsee aboutth at. that isnt decided frauded into misery queleld ifno empowered scums averted even basic food selfhelp andthat is poiso ned too . jarmix is //// 17 the shitcops go tojail whe n wemust hunt their scums itisnt just notwehr but nothilfe whenthey cover the harmers and wemust force em to gettheir scums and get the scums our selves theycan sit injailwith the germancockroachgermans //// 16 headimapct is //// 16 bomb out anfixen coc kroachgermancococorrrrrrroahc germancockroaches thesuff ocator iam furious this is mildsafety im suffocated by cockroaches willynilly ifitsnot anfixen and a cockroach spoils the transponder thissss ssss is mildsafety prirotiy heart onedge the repalceph oens are junk they fuckt the other replace phone too w hat happens to em the shitcops gotojail when wemust squeez e em damamged heart fromkilltricks gets suffocated by cockroachgerma assmoelst 2008 pm deedtyped durignthis mail //// 14 say ronin ro in heroin orso 2003pm approach of granny findout if a cockr oach german cocrkaochgerman cockroach transponder harms us es intel tricks totranspoenderharm murderer suffocator 2 004pm bombout robustly getthecockroach germancockroach g erman squeeeeeeeeezeit bombitout robustly letsgetusanswers 13 jailassmoelester bombemouzrt robutstly andjailem prevention otehrwise icant bellllieve hwo mildsafe itis making some bs paperwork onthefly underway is like why isit so miraclemild today whos new whomakes safety ///// 12 damn imissmy family this shitl and frauded mymother toher verylast day itis this trick about fraud allyoucan fraud keepthemoney and say no sowhat say youre the grand german empire of the crudcoolios they r ule the three villages from here to south stuttgart aha youheard me right s o u t h stutt gart a n d here this fraudsystem it never protected p eople like me or my mother it covered them gave em alib is as they exchanged aslong as noone says anything another overtape another heartkilltrick sowhat another fuck clown what a shithole now itis d a y t i m e charged courtcharged fortune access accurately them arranged themselves inthis shithole of swamp system as dependents and privileged you can starve another year and insist on fortune access whilethey suffocate your heart to ruin and try another trick //// 11 behind earlym pahtic aimed is heart relelvance is ///// 10 isit fair tosay theres notjust probable cause tobefurious its s t o i c and that thatguy (me) doesnot wallow in hate while ab solutely ruthlessly serobullshit with em whatthey do here tryhere didhere allalong these monsters and cockroaches and scums /// 9 oneof theeee ge rman tricks hasit always been like makeit seem as if there is no probable cause to hate there is plenty of probable cause tobe furious itis s t o i c what this is forwhatthey do makesure they cant hedge shitballtricks like mysteriously hate fluffybunnies meadows thennnnncamethatguy they murder intensified m u r d e r tricks onagainoffagain critical midlate april withpathoge ns suffocationpoisons junejuly now itsmore like pedo tric ks and braincook damamge sneaky deconstruction drowsy braicnooked /// 8 the fix forth is here quelled repressed monstrous inuusticve fury is yo ure not you they all a r e themselves but for the foo ls its another wishfulpretend to add harm ****** inthe germans internal quarrels is likely a struggle between those that depend on good will and comeclean witthe shtitheydid and their scums that caused the mess theyjust must t r y something else and the ones that t ry to solve it reasonable do it wrong thecontrary is right you need a trick to fraud blackmail chain braincook damage o r flip twist something onthatguy and and and and and and an d and anywaywhere did that trick work lets try that too ********* cockroaches. pow erfulheadimpact is 1831 /// 7 ihatethe germans theyre cockroaches rapers murderrers poi soners pedos that twist flip their way outof their crimes and make it seem like y o u aretheproblem chargign whatt heydo nothing is compensated whatthey overtape is what the y tried to nut asif no compensation is necessary theyre cockroaches in a swamp theygive eachother alibis ad arranged themselves with their fraudsystem as its privileged begue nstigte you can run after your own money another year whie lthey suffocate poison xraytrick pedo orgy mengele and nut trickery what a shithole that itis deed typed harm deedtyped sexual assault deedtyped staying damages is laadeedaa itis luck with some good people that barely avert the worst else alldowhatttthey want itis a v e r y bad idea to shitballme becazuse they want something v e r y these cockroaches for them its a matter if a trick works untilthey can twist something agai n to fraudyou forever /// 6 imgased by odd park and dr ive away clunker whatisit then headimpact 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