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sleeping-lilies · 4 years

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robin era jason, dick, and babs headcanons because there’s too much comedic potential to ignore

- dick and babs were the ultimate gossip buddies. whenever dick was with the titans for long periods of time, babs always filled him in on everything

babs: dick you’ll never believe what hal said to bruce last night, i even have videos. dick, the look on his face please—

dick, immediately locking doors so his teammates don’t hear the mad shit about to be dropped on main: tell me everything

- vice versa too, dick filled babs in on everything going on with the titans and all they can say is thank god those lines are bat secured with no villains being able to listen in, imagine deathstroke hearing through bat gossip that joey’s dating who?!?! 😳

- batkids have been and always will be the holder of superhero gossip. it’s a business, you see, but we’re getting off topic 😡

- lmfao anyways this is literally how dick finds out about jason

babs: anyways, jason—

dick: who the fuck is jason

babs: ....

dick: barbara?!?!

babs: ok promise you won’t freak out

- babs and dick’s first reaction upon meeting jason being “why is he so small i wasnt that small” “dick you were literally nine when you were robin—“ “he’s tiny” it’s like those two share the same braincell

- i’m making it so that dick gave jason his number earlier because i feel like it 😡😡😡 (not that it changes much other than the fact that i want more gossip dropped in dm’s)

- when dick gave jason his number, he went to babs like “give me jason’s number” “didn’t you literally just give him your’s?” “ya but i’m gonna make sure he texts me” “ya ok that’s fair”

- whenever jason didn’t want to be in the manor (fight with bruce, boredom, etc) he went to wherever the fuck babs lived and they would facetime dick and talk mad shit. it was a thing.

- despite them all being able to drive, babs was the only one during this time with an actual, legitimate, legal license (jason was too young to have a license and dick is too lazy/busy/whatever-excuse-he-wants-to-use to take the permit and driving test) so babs drove them around everywhere and it was a mess™ consisting of a bunch of backseat drivers

- “dick omg look at this video i found from the batcave” “omg he said robin gives him magic” “robin gives him magic” they both cry about it for years to come

- babs sometimes kidnapped jason after school after telling the head of wayne manor (alfred) and took him to get ice cream, then to the library while she worked. jason was the greatest kid in the library, he even had his own throne special chair just for him whenever he came provided by library staff who adored this absolute angel.

- jason 🤝 babs 🤝 dick -> i believe in annoying yet endearing nicknames supremacy

- nicknames include (some used by some more than others or just one, or by both equally because they’re annoying pick and choose my good people)

little wing (iconic, we all know this one fellas and who uses it)

red (used for babs, absolutely fantastic, but in the future it gets confusing because some people with their goddamn hero names 😡)

boy wonder (classic, babs calls them both that)

barbie (for babs, jason uses this one and he’s the only one able to get away with it)

dickie (jason just really gets away with everything huh)

dickhead (jason’s lucky he’s cute)

baba black sheep (jeez i’m on a roll with babs’ nicknames she’s so nickname-able and that’s very cool and sexy of her)

jay z

jay allen

jay jay jay (shut up, dickhead—)

big bird

and a bunch more i’m too tired to look for them in canon or make new ones up, but you get the idea

- dick can totally bake, and babs and jason keep bugging him when he’s baking and add more chocolate chips while pretending to not notice that he can see them 😡😡😡

- headcanon that jason had hero worship for babs and dick because they’re so cool in and out of costume and it never really went away when he got older listen his older brother and pseudo sister are so cool and that’s not his fault but he’ll never admit it

- barbie movie marathons because barbie is an iconic legend and they all recognize it. they have the fucking “she’s the queen of the WA-A-A-AVES” song memorized along with all other barbie movie songs, they sing it on patrol.

- dick and jason’s sibling dynamic was and is basically “ur a little shit and i hate you but i will literally kill for you”

- dick had tension with bruce while jason was just a little shit who would totally cause drama for the sake of it, and people never take advantage of this absolute power duo for destroying bruce

- dick sending cryptid texts to jason through a burner phone because he’s dramatic jason totally knew it was him about things that drive bruce mad, like leaving the shower turned to the coldest setting before bruce got there, leaving the lights in the batcave on, etc. jason, a wise little child, totally took advantage of this. bruce came to accept his fate

- the gc names, guys the group chat names

- jason crashing into titans tower whenever he wants and dick doesn’t bat (hAH) an eye, occasionally he very sweetly asks babs to come with him and she agrees but only sometimes because some people have jobs, jason—wait dick is being flirted with by who?!?! i’ll leave it up to your imagination ;) and they totally crashed titans missions too

- one time bruce was busy with the league while alfred was on vacation and bruce absolutely could not dip (i’m imagining bruce getting a call from the headmaster during an honest to god fight and bruce just picking up while punching the daylights out of some asshole) (“mr wayne, what is that noise in the background?” “sorry, headmaster, the cat is having a seizure”), so when jason got into a “fight” (read: some jackass picking on jason before he snapped and yelled at him and the bitchass kid tried to punch him and jason’s no quitter) bruce called dick who was an adult and legally family (yes dick is adopted sometime after jason was, stay mad) like “son... son please” and dick was like “oh no need to plead with me, this is too good” but of course this bitchass doesn’t have an actual lisence yet and he was hanging out with babs anyways so he and babs rolled up to gotham academy and the kids stared at them like “holy shit they’re so cool” ya dick and babs are those power couple, whether romantic or not, that turn heads, they’re just that powerful strolled into the office, bailed jason out while intimidating the headmaster because the altercation was the result of school staff negligence of actual bullying like those cliche tropes, said “ayyy you got that brat good” and get him chili dogs or whatever the fandom made robin jason’s favorite food. omg i just made an entire fanfic in rough draft form someone please steal it and write it in full form and send me the link

- jason is very very tiny, you see. babs and dick pick him up and move him for any reason, whether because they want to sit on that chair or to just throw him out of harm’s way and take the bullet for themselves.

- jason and dick both get adorable blushes on their faces it’s genetic yes that’s how genetics work shut up meanwhile babs’ ears turn red when she’s embarrassed and all three of them clown each other for it

- i yelled about this to my mutual (cough cough @littlespaceboii) who also added to this absolute dogshit headcanon and then in the discord full of mutuals, but the basement of wayne manor is haunted. dick found it when he was a little gremlin (i stand by that dick was the original demon child) (“you see damian, before there was you there was me” the real reason he was good with damian lmfao) and was like “omg this is so cool” @littlespaceboii came up with that it was just alfred fucking with bruce and so when jason first came and dick was comfy around him he was like “so have you been in the basement” and jason was like “im literally robin i’ve been in the batcave?!?!” and dick goes “no the basement, the haunted one” and jason’s like “hAUNTED?!?!” cuz jason has at least some self preservations and knows not to fuck with the spookies until he too became a spooky and bruce was like “there’s no ghost it’s not haunted” because he’s a skeptic and a party pooper and babs is like “no go on let him finish” even though she knows full well there are no ghosts or does she? and uhhhh basically they becomes ghostbusters 2.0 but cooler and funnier

- this trio is basically baby pan/bisexual jason and two resident expert pan/bisexuals solidarity but that’s literally canon. they go to pride every year that jason’s alive what who said that?

- they all tease each other for their crushes like all siblings/family friends do, i don’t need to say it but it’s important that’s emphasized for my well being

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals who added onto this absolute train wreck too, but jason used to play baseball during his robin days, and dick never showed up to those games with being busy as an excuse, but babs always showed up with bruce and alfred and took pictures for dick so dick could be like “mlb players are jobless now that little wing is on the scene” babs (and sometimes bruce) always shouted loudest for jason whether he was in the field or in the dugout and jason would get this extremely adorable blush on his face (jason finds out in the future why dick never showed up (cough cough ptsd from two face’s massive baseball bat which led to everything that came after including being fired and veangance academy and nearly killing two face and omg that’s a ride) and is like oh my god my childhood is even more ruined—)

- remember when i said dick got adopted after jason did in this new absolutely fabulous canon i just created? bruce did that because “ahhh fuck that’s my kid and i want him to know i love him through every means possible since i have the ability to do so” i believe in good dad bruce supremacy and made a whole thing where he invited dick to dinner for like a week to work up the courage and bonding to ask him and show him the adoption papers and then everyone cried :) bruce decided to finally adopt dick after jason referred to dick as his brother and bruce was like “...oh” and alfred was like 👀

- dick, as the first child hero and one of the first heroes period like at least a year or two before babs, holds the “back in my day” card over literally everyone in the hero community in general and pulls it out to annoy babs and jason even tho babs literally joined the scene only a year or two after dick

jason, shaking in his panties: it’s so fucking cold

dick, standing strong in his tits out outfit, who had to wear the panties on his own decision: oh, you’re cold? back in my day—

babs, throwing her boot at his face: god shut the fuck up—

and then dick doesn’t give back her boot and it becomes a whole thing with lots of tackling and play fighting and someone nearly gets thrown off they rooftop for funsies but anyways

also on a side note, babs would take off her cape and wrap it around jason whenever she noticed his discomfort with the weather, or use the weather as an excuse whenever she saw him uneasy for whatever reason and they never mention it to each other

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals at some point too holy shit i have friends, but those three are team rocket. they went out as team rocket for halloween one year after bullying bruce to let jason out only jason because he can’t tell dick and babs what to do and jason is under his care and when they do convince him, dick and babs bully jason into being meowth. manifesting jason in a meowth onesie ARTISTS PLEASE—

- dick finally took his license seriously and took his driver’s test after babs became paralyzed.

- those were a rough few months for those three. and then another rough few months for those two

- yikes, sorry to throw angst at you (sorry (unfeeling)) anyways, in the future alfred finds those old photos and shows the rest of the fam, so dick and babs bully jason, 6’2 jason that towers way above both of them, and once again bullies him into being meowth “for tradition, little wing!” “shut up, dickhead” the rest of the batkids lose their shit over this, naturally. bruce and alfred stand in the back teary eyed reminiscing the old days when things were a little more simple.

- discowing walked so terrifying handsome squidward red hood helmet could run (even tho the ugly helmet tripped and fell and missed the mark because discowing wasn’t ugly and will always remain superior, i feel i have committed a terrible crime comparing the two)

dick: jason what the fuck is that

jason: it’s fashion

dick: it’s terrifying

jason: i’m only following in my older brother’s footsteps 😔

dick: listen here, you little shit strangles him haha just kidding that illegal wait theyre vigilantes they don’t follow the law—

- these three and cass refer to the rest of the batkids as “the kids” (if she’s older than jason, sometimes she is and sometimes she isn’t and i’m really confused but whatever)

- babs and dick’s relationship with jason pre death literally shaped how jason treats his siblings post pit madness like he literally goes “what would red and big bird do?!??” when he needs to go into big brother mode over the “little ones” (“little” because tim and steph are adults and duke is nearly an adult himself oh my god he’ll graduate from high school soon and jason never got to do that himself he’s totally going to the ceremony legally dead or not) 🥺

- holy trinity continue hanging out with each other, whether lunch or games or whatever, and just enjoy each other’s company after long, rough years

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years

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Of beasts and men [Hybrid 2p! America x reader]

Synopsis: And to think that godforsaken animal rescue center was to blame. You were supposed to find a dog to adopt, not a creepy furry who showed up naked at your door! Turns out, his shapeshifting abilities got him in some hot water with the police. And the rescue center owner. It’s pretty self-explanatory. Wordcount: 3, 290 The reader is referred to as she/her.

“You’re fired!” A gruff voice screamed outside a diner a few blocks down. “And don't come crawling back to me when you need my help! Not again!”

The shouts caused his ears to prick up, so he turned his head to the sound and flipped the man off. Though one had to wonder if he was a man. Yes, he stood on two legs, but he was covered head to toe with shaggy brown fur, and he had the head of a bull.

“No, I quit! Nobody fires me. Your loss, baby!” He yelled, baring his canines in a wide smile. When the other fumed in response, a jet of steam shot through his nostrils to blow his gold nose ring forward. Then, they stomped their foot and kicked the dirt below. He froze. “Oh shit.”

“I'll skewer you like a kebab!” They roared, rearing their head back before lunging forward to start charging at him. A single glance of those sharp horns was enough to send him running. So he fled, dashing through the narrow marketplace while gritting his teeth. Pushing past members of the public, he never stopped knocking over random objects in his way.

Crates, baskets, and fruit stalls in his path were bulldozed, alerting nearby swordsmen in blue jackets.

“Hey, you there! Stop running!”

He could hear their paws and hooves hot on his tail, so he lowered himself onto all fours and morphed. Sprinting all the way to the edge of the city, he disappeared into an alleyway. His life was a culmination of terrible decisions, but this probably took the cake. He knew exactly where this system of alleys led to, but he never slowed down to look back.

There was nothing left for him in the beast kingdom.

Dashing out of the enclosure of walls, he rammed into a dumpster and fell to the ground with a heavy thump. “Ah, shit...” He rolled onto his back and outstretched a paw to stare at it. “Maybe it isn't too late to be adopted. Ha!” The thought made him laugh, but it came out as a high-pitched wheeze. “Who am I kidding? I'm not a damn pet.”

“Hey, is that a red Doberman?”

He widened his eyes and sprung up on all fours. Pricking his ears to the two men standing at the street outside, he shook his head in regret. Like a deer caught in the headlights, they shined their torch on him and lit up his black irises with fear.

“Wow, you're right! Look at its fur! It's got a beautiful rusted color to it!”

“I can't believe it's a stray. We should take it back to the rescue center.”

The next thing he knew, he was sitting in a small cell. A metal gate slammed shut and locked him in. A few minutes later, he was still processing everything that had happened. He just got caught by a bunch of humans. “Did I jinx myself?” Jumping up and scrambling to the gate, he pressed his snout against the wires and held it with his paws--a rather human-like action and odd sight.

“Let me out, let me out dammit!” He yelled, pulling the wires back and forth to make it rattle. “This is a beast rights violation! I demand a lawyer!” What should have been coherent sentences left his mouth as a string of violent barks.

An attendant entered the hall and smashed a baton against a pole. “Oi, settle down! Keep that up and nobody will want you!”

The dog pulled away and fell onto his behind. Then, it let out a defeated scoff. “Nobody would want me anyways. Just do yourself a favor and let me rot on the streets.”

Upon hearing those soft whines, the attendant lowered his arm and walked off. “Atta’boy. Now go take a nap or something.”

And nap he did, having given up on escaping--for now. Laying his head on the cold, hard ground, he fluttered his tired eyes to a close. The next morning when he came to, his nose twitched to an unfamiliar scent. It radiated in waves from the fingers on the other side of the gate. Human fingers.

When he glanced up, someone was crouching in front of him and holding out their hand. “What about this one, Jerry? Is he up for adoption?” They asked with a small smile decorating their lips. Sitting up excitedly at that, he wagged his tail. Anything to get out of here. I'll figure out where to go later. “Aw, I think he understands me!”

“Hm, I suppose he is. But he's got a nasty temper, that one. You might wanna rethink your choice.”

He watched the hope fade from their eyes. “Oh, seriously? That's too bad...” Then, they stood up with a sigh. His tail swished to a stop and slumped. That attendant was right in the end, after all.

“And I thought I could get scary dog privileges. Maybe I should stick with smaller sizes...”

The pair made their way down the hall to look at the other species the center housed, much to his disappointment. “Cheer up! We've got tonnes of other big dogs for you to consider. Not all of them will be fussy living in small spaces. You said you lived alone, didn't you?” His ears perked up at that.

“So long as you take them out on walks, they'll be fine.”

“Maybe. But I might have to go home and take some measurements. These dogs were a little bigger than I expected.” Soft laughs echoed, followed by a door creaking open.

“Totally understandable. You come back another day, eh?”

The door clicked shut, leaving him to his own devices. A single thought occurred to him, and it repeated in his head over and over until it drove him mad. He needed to get out of here. Before some other human set their eyes on him. But how? That question was promptly answered when a chill ran down his spine.

His fur shivered and puffed up as he slowly grew in size.

“Oh crap, I'm out of juice!” As his limbs began to stretch, so did his paws. Soon, they began to resemble fingers, and his panic reached an all-time-high when he realized he was standing on two feet again. That wouldn't have been a problem if he wasn't where he was.

He was stranded in the human world in his beast form.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Looking down to the spot between his legs, he gawked at another unwelcome discovery. Not only was he locked in a tiny cell, but he was also buck naked! It was only a matter of time before the attendant returned and found him like this. Regardless of his appearance, he was more than certain this warranted the police getting involved.

He already screwed up enough as it was. He definitely couldn't afford to get in trouble with the law in the human world too.

So he resorted to escaping by force. Taking a few steps back, he rammed into the lock. After a few attempts, he smashed through the gate and skidded to a stop. Without a shred of hesitation, he whipped his head to the door and charged right through it. Bursting into the front office, the receptionist screamed at his sudden arrival.

Then, they screamed even louder when they processed just what they were seeing. A humanoid dog.

The sheer volume of their shrieks made his ears tremble. “Oh my god, would you shut up already? I have good hearing, you know?”

Upon hearing him speak--a surefire sign he was indeed human--they reached for the phone beside them. Then, they talked frantically into the speaker, mentioning something along the lines of a naked creep in a fursuit. Now, he had no idea what that strange device was, but he was pretty sure they were alerting the authorities.

“Uh oh.”

For the second day in a row, he was chased by cops through a public sphere. That was one thing that didn't change, even if his setting certainly did. Towering buildings and skyscrapers loomed over him from all directions. Strange lights, posters, and moving pictures bombarded him with seizure-inducing colors.

Even then, he had no chance to take it all in when he was too busy fleeing. “Gah, get out of the way, get out of the way!” He barked.

Shoving through the people crowding the edges of the wide street, he stumbled right in front of a heavy-duty truck barreling at him at thirty miles an hour. He had been so determined to get away from the hoard of humans, he never realized where he wound up.

Before he could be sent flying, he gritted his teeth and jumped out of the way while it swerved into a telephone pole.

Briefly turning back to process the damage he'd done, shock filled him to the brim as he processed the scene of devastation that unfolded before him. But he couldn't linger on it for too long.

“That's the guy! Get him!”

He had to get out of here. But where was he supposed to go?

His nose twitched to a familiar scent. It was the person from this morning! And if he wasn't wrong, he recalled that they lived alone. So he followed the smell, finding himself standing outside of an apartment complex of some kind.

Setting down your things after that short and unproductive trip, you flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Police sirens wailed in the distance, but you paid them no mind. Whoever they were chasing, the fugitive was sure to be caught soon enough. Little did you know, you were about to become their accomplice.

A few crisp knocks sounded on the other side of your front door. Without tearing your gaze from the screen, you slid on your slippers. “Coming!” You called. Slowly making your way to answer it, whoever it was that decided to bother you on this fine Sunday morning, you peeked through the peephole to see a pair of tall red ears. Dog ears.

“Huh?” Unlocking the door and creaking it open, albeit only slightly, you poked your head out in confusion. Standing there in all his glory, or its glory, was an anthropomorphic Doberman. If it weren't for these circumstances you met them under, you would have noticed they were a spitting image to the red Doberman in the rescue center. Instead, you were more compelled to fixate on other details.

When he realized where you were staring, he covered himself and grinned sheepishly.

“Uh... Happy birthday?”

The color drained from your face until you were paler than a sheet of paper. Then, you screamed.

He reflected a similar panic, and before you could shut the door in his face, he lunged forward into the frame and pried it open. “Wait, just hear me out! I'm in a bit of a tight spot here!” Given his physical advantages, he triumphed rather easily and forced himself into your home. All you could do was watch, but that didn't mean you couldn't keep screaming.

Rearing his head back as he covered his trembling ears, he shot his arms around you and clamped a hand over your mouth. “Stop screaming for God's sake! I've had it enough with the screaming today!” When you felt his fur against your lips, you only struggled and thrashed harder out of fear.

Regardless of his strength and stature, he couldn't do this all day.

So he tried morphing again. Rather than changing into the dog you saw earlier in the morning, he assumed a form closer to yours. His rusted red fur disappeared along with his tail. The long snout that pressed against your face shortened, and eventually, the arms that held you hostage were human. Or at least, they gave off that impression with his tanned, hairless skin.

You could argue that his transformation made the situation a little less bizarre. A little more manageable. So yes, you stopped moving. Now that you weren't resisting, he assumed you calmed down enough for him to let you go. What a big mistake that was.

The second you were freed, you punched him square in the jaw.

“Gh-!” An explosion of pain spread through his cheek. Turning back to you with teary eyes, he gripped the spot you took the liberty to abuse. “What the hell was that for?!” He spluttered.

“For being naked, you idiot!” You fumed through a blush.

“I thought we already moved past that!”

“We'll move past it once you put some clothes on!”

A little less bizarre? Who were you kidding? His sudden change in appearance only signaled to you he wasn't just your typical creep in a fursuit. As you mulled over the thought, a grim expression contorted at your features. Was this karma for changing your mind about that Doberman? A supernatural reckoning you so deserved for walking away? Needless to say, it was something worth discussing over some food.

“Thanks for the sweatpants, by the way! I'll return it to you later.” Kicking back in a chair, he started snacking on what he found in your pantry.

You avoided his gaze. He stood at least five inches taller than you, and he was certainly bigger than you were. And in more ways than one. “... You can keep it.”

Watching a dog munch on chocolate was not the most comfortable thing to see, either. The same could be said for his hands that picked through a candy box. “Wow, these are great! We don't have stuff like this back where I live.” He mused, throwing another chocolate-covered almond into his mouth. You tensed up.

“Wait, are you saying you've never had chocolate before?” Leaning forward and slamming your hands down on the dining table, you darted your eyes over his unreadable expression for any signs of discomfort. “I can't believe I let you eat it! Just because you can talk and everything!”

“Wha'dya mean I can talk? Of course I can talk!”

Maybe letting him rummage through your pantry was a bad idea.

He licked around his snout and huffed. “Anyway, sure I've eaten it before. Just nothing this good. What did you guys do to this, huh?” You breathed out a sigh of relief at that and sat back down. So you didn't accidentally poison your guest. Some guest he was, though. His name was strangely more down-to-earth than his otherworldly origins.

“Well, it's processed.”

“Processed, huh? I have no idea what that means.” He turned the box over and squinted at the label. “Huh? What language is this?”

“Japanese.”

His brows knitted together and he looked deep in thought. “Hm. I don't know what that is either.”

You laughed under your breath. “Duh. From what you've told me, it wouldn't be wrong to say you were born yesterday.”

“Oi, I'll have you know I was born at least a year ago!”

Allen, the runaway beast, had left his homeworld for the human one. Though chased out was the more accurate way to put it. There was nothing left for him back there, and his only hope of starting over was to take refuge in a foreign land. Perhaps not forever, but at least until he figured out where to go from here. That was what he had in mind.

“I'm not too concerned about you learning anything new. You'll be leaving soon, so.” Standing up with a content smile, you made your way to his side and patted him on the shoulder. The action prompted him to glance up at you with a full mouth. What you said next, however, would make him spit everything out. “You can't stay the night, Allen.”

He spewed almond bits all over the table, much to your disgust. “Wait, what?! I thought you were gonna let me stay! And not even just for a night, maybe for a week or two!”

You gawked in disbelief. “Are you crazy?! I'm not taking you in just because of your sob story. I'm not made of money, you know!” But that wasn't quite it, either. You were prepared to raise a dog, a big one at that, for protection purposes. The problem wasn't money.

The problem was that he wasn't human.

His ears drooped and he shot you his best puppy dog eyes he could muster. But you stayed strong. It was what he later added that jabbed at your strong resolve. “Aw, come on. Weren't you planning to adopt a dog like me? What's the difference?” Allen pouted. The sound of him reiterating exactly what was on your mind made you freeze up.

“It'll be the same as having a pet, I swear! Maybe even better--I know how to use a toilet!”

“Of course you know how to use a toilet!” You interjected, pulling away shortly to let out a sharp, frustrated sigh. “You're not a pet, Allen. You're a person, well, a dog person. You're not helpless without an owner! And what if somebody hunts me down and for keeping you here?” As much of a point you had, he didn't stop there.

Everything in his life boiled down to this moment. If he couldn't convince you to let him stay, there was no saying where he would end up. So he would do everything in his power to give you that one last push.

Standing up from his chair, he morphed into a human. Or tried with what was left of his energy. While his red ears and tail remained, there was nothing else reminiscent of the beast he was. “If you're worried about what I am, then I'll stay like this. Without the ears and tail, I mean.” His furry appendage swished at that.

“And I'll help you with house chores. I'm more capable than I look, I promise!”

You furrowed your brows and sighed for what felt like the tenth time that day. You couldn't believe it, but he was steadily chipping away at your resolve. So you turned away. “Mm, I don't know. This is a lot to ask from someone, especially if you aren't helping with the bills.”

Allen lit up, sensing your change of heart. So he jumped in front of you. “I'll do anything to make up for it!” He grinned, his energetic outburst catching you off-guard. There was something about his body language and attitude that perfectly embodied a loyal dog eager to please its owner. It was probably because of that tail of his that wagged with great gusto.

Among other things, you supposed.

“I'll be everything you need! A pet, a bodyguard, househusband, whatever you like!” Your attention was piqued at the mention of bodyguard. But when you processed the rest of his sentence, you lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Who said I needed a househusband?” You frowned.

Allen blinked. “Was that too much?” He grinned toothily. “Then how about a live-in boyfriend?”

With every shred of your willpower, you held back the urge to punch him. You already bruised him enough for today. “If you want me to consider taking you in, make me something for lunch! If it's acceptable, I might let you stay.” Shoving him into the kitchen at that, you pulled your apron off its hook and tossed it his way. “And do the dishes, too!”

“Alright, alright, jeez! Have some faith in me, won't you? I used to work in a diner, ya know?” The man swatted you gently with his tail. But you only pulled it much to his surprise.

“Used to. You probably got fired.”

Allen ignored that comment. “Watch where you touch, babe. You're moving a little too fast, even for me--Ow!”

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purple-fireflies · 3 years

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A/N: Soy Luna Grey’s Anatomy au -- some plot devices will be the same, others may differ. (This is just an excerpt, I'll post the full chapter on ao3 & tumblr when I'm done with it!)

Other notes:

The title is from The Fray’s “How To Save A Life” which is basically the show’s anthem song (that and chasing cars)

Sometimes, certain dialogue may be verbatim from the show (this is only for medical-related plot devices, ie meeting patients, assigning lab reports, establishing exposition, etc) so I’m stating here right now that that specific dialogue belongs to Grey’s Anatomy, and the characters belong to Soy Luna, but everything else belongs to me

Juliana never had the last name given in the show, so for story’s sake, it’s Bahiense.

She’s referred to as “The Nazi” but that’s not meant to offend anyone at all, it was the nickname given in the show, so I’m transferring it here.

In Soy Luna, Ámbar is one year older than Luna, but here she’s the same age as her

In Grey’s Anatomy, there are only 5 people in each group of interns, but for plot’s sake, there are 7 each

In the show, Benicio’s name was never mentioned, so for writing purposes, his last name is going to be Calisto

Luna sits up quickly—bad idea.

She winces at the light coming in through the window and groans at her headache.

And someone stirs next to her.

Exactly how much did she drink?

Enough so she doesn’t remember the name of the smirky boy staring at her, pulling on his boxers.

She is never drinking again.

And he needs to leave.

“You are?” He asks, grinning the grin that probably got Luna into this mess.

“Humiliated on so many levels,” She mutters, “And I’m late, as well. So if you could just, I dunno, leave, that would be perfect,”

“Or we could pick up where we left off?” He asks, with a grin that tells Luna he isn’t used to being rejected.

“No, seriously. I’m late. Which I shouldn’t be on my first day of work, so?”

Take the hint.

“Wait, so you live here?”

Jesus Christ, she’s going to be late.

“Huh? Oh yeah, it was my aunt’s house, but I’m selling it so technically, not for long.” She rushes out.

“I’m sorry,” He replies, actual emotion in his eyes.

“My aunt is still ali—you know, we don’t have to do the thing,”

“We can do whatever you want,”

Really?

“No, the thing. Where you pretend you care or ask me nice questions or whatever. Listen. I’m going to go upstairs and shower, and when I get back, you’re not going to be here, uh…”

What was his name?

He laughs softly, “Matteo.”

“Luna,” She replies, shaking his hand.

“Bye, Luna,” He says winking at her.

She smiles in response and jerks her head towards the door.

“Bye, Matteo,”

And that’s the last she has to see of him.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

“Each of you comes here hopeful. Wanting in on the game. A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you,” The chief, Tamara Rios, says as Luna stumbles into the room, causing everyone to stare at her.

Great job, Valente.

Luna walks around the room. She sees Ámbar, avoiding her gaze as if it was poisonous. She sees another girl, a brunette, looking around the room with wide eyes. She sees Simón, looking back at her, and resists waving at him as a kindergartner would. She walks around the OR a little more and sees two girls so close they might as well be stuck together, one a blonde and the other a redhead. She bumps into another boy, who just huffs softly and brushes her off.

Rude.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

The resident takes 3 more interns, leaving Luna with the brunette she saw at the orientation.

“Only 6 women out of 20,” She says, sighing, as if mad at the statistic itself.

“And I think one of them’s a model. As if that would’ve helped with the whole respect thing,” The redhead interjects.

Luna and Ámbar share a look.

Luna turns to the brunette.

“You’re Nina, right?” She says, smiling.

Nina nods, “Which resident did you get assigned to? I got Bahiense.”

“The Nazi? Me too,” Luna replies.

The guy who bumped into her says, “You got the Nazi? So did I. At least we’ll be tortured together,” He says, trying to lean into Luna’s space.

Luna and Nina exchange a quick look saying, God, can you believe him?

A doctor comes up and calls out “Smith, Valente, Ponce, Simonetti, Medina, Sánchez, Álvarez,”

Ámbar walks up to the guy and asks, “Bahiense?”

He points down the hall.

The seven look down to see who he’s pointing at. It’s a woman slightly shorter than them, using a cane to stand up, ordering some other resident around.

The guy who bumped into her says, “I thought the Nazi would be a guy,”

Sexist much?

“I thought the Nazi would be...you know, the Nazi,” Luna mutters.

“Guys seriously? Maybe it’s just professional jealousy. You know, maybe she’s just brilliant and they’re so jealous so they call her the Nazi. Maybe she’s nice.” The redhead says, and Luna sees her nametag saying Jimena Medina.

The blonde next to her, Yamila Sánchez, Luna supposes, nods.

Which means the only one left that she doesn’t know would be...Luna cranes her neck to see his nametag.

Ramiro Ponce. Who is currently staring wistfully at Yamila.

Please.

“Let me guess, you still have hope left in your heart,” Ámbar says to Jimena, rolling her eyes as if it’s what she was born to do.

Jimena shoots Ámbar a dirty look (wow, Luna wishes her luck with that can of worms) and proceeds to try to shake Dr. Bahiense’s hand when she walks over.

Dr. Bahiense looks at her hand as if it’s infectious.

Jimena, undeterred, continues to say, “Right, well. I’m Jimena Medina, but you can call me Jim if it’s easier,”

Yamila, who seemed to jump out of thin air, says, “And you can call me Yam,”

Bahiense looks so unimpressed Luna thinks that if contempt alone was enough to murder someone, Bahiense would be a serial killer.

Luna shares a quick look with Simón, who gives her a reassuring nod.

Bahiense looks them all up and down, evidently annoyed with being stuck with their group (ouch).

"I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change,” She starts, then moves to a bench, filled with different objects, “Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours,”

Everyone rushes to grab their pagers, studying them before Bahiense starts talking again.

“You’re interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop, and don't complain!”

Bahiense opens what Luna supposes is an on-call room, “On-call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woken me for no good reason, we clear?”

Luna rushes to nod, writing furiously on her notepad, and then goes, oh.

She raises her hand.

Dr. Bahiense looks extremely pissed at Luna for having the audacity to have a question.

“Yes?”

“You said five rules. Those were only four.” Luna says, trying not to wilt against Dr. Bahiense’s gaze.

“Rule number five. When I move, you move,” She says after her pager beeps.

That’s some TV show shit right there.

They break into a run and watch as Dr. Bahiense runs down a couple of doctors.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

The helicopter—yes, a helicopter—lands, and a doctor pulls out a teenager on a stretcher.

This is way too much for Luna on her first day.

“What do we got?” Bahiense asks, and Luna hears Nina correct the grammar under her breath.

As the paramedic puts the girl on the stretcher (while she’s seizing) he says, “Katie Bryce, fifteen-year-old female, new-onset seizures, intermittent for the past week, ID lost en route, started grand mal seizing as we descended,”

Bahiense stops, leaning on her cane for a second, and then it’s all business.

“All right. Yam, put her on the side, 10 milligrams diazepam,” Bahiense groans when Yam does it incorrectly, “No, no, the white lead is on the right, righty whitey, smoke over fire, a large-bore I.V. don't let the blood haemolyse, let's go!”

Yam injects the diazepam and Katie stops seizing.

Luna releases the breath that she wasn’t aware she was holding.

Another doctor, in dark blue scrubs, another doctor comes up in stark contrast to what she and the other interns are wearing. Luna catches his name very quickly. Gastón Perida.

Nina sucks in a breath as he walks past them, Luna realizes with a start.

“So I heard we got a wet fish on dry land?” Dr. Perida says, and Luna catches how Nina stares at him with intent.

Dr. Bahiense, her sudden brashness gone, replaced with respect as she says, “Absolutely Dr. Perida,”

Dr. Perida nods, his eyes brushing over the intern group, stopping at Nina, and he then continues.

“All right, Dr. Bahiense, I’m gonna shotgun her,”

“That means every test in the book, CT, CBC, chem. seven, a tox screen, Nina and Ámbar, you're on labs, Ramiro and Yam, patient workups, Luna, get Katie for a CT, she's your responsibility now,”

Wonderful. Her first day and she gets the really hard patient.

“What about me and Simón?” Jim asks.

Bahiense looks so tired when she stares at Jim, “Right, you two, uh. You get to do rectal exams. Okay?”

Jim and Simón have faces that say no, not okay.

Luna makes a face gloating at Simón and he just glares at her in return.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Ámbar peeks into the OR where Dr. Bahiense is. Bahiense comes out and looks at her expectantly.

“Um, Katie Bryce's labs came out clear, there's nothing in the results that explain her seizures,” She says, hoping to catch Dr. Bahiense to ask her what she really wants to ask her.

“And…?”

“ I heard every year the attending on-call picks the best intern and, and lets them perform a procedure, during the first shift?” Ámbar asks, glaring back at Dr. Bahiense when she tries to stare her down.

Ámbar Smith does not get stared down.

“Go away. Now.” Dr. Bahiense says, and Ámbar groans internally.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Yam sighs at yet another ill-tried joke Ramiro attempts.

Flirty in med school and flirty now.

Why should she even bother?

“We have one more patient to work up,” She mumbles and he nods, walking slower to keep up with her pace.

She places her stethoscope and hears for a heartbeat. “Everything seems to be in order,”

“So he’ll be fine?” The woman next to him—presumably his wife—asks.

“If you don’t count that my bacon days are over, sure,” The patient replies.

Yam shares a smirk with Ramiro.

“You'll have surgery tomorrow with Dr. Perida, I hear he's good, and after that, you can have all of the bacon-flavored soy product you can eat,” Ramiro interjects, speaking easily with the patients.

“Please, kill me now,” the patient jokes.

“Wish I could, but I took the Hippocratic Oath for a reason,” Yam replies absently, going over and signing his charts.

She blushes at the weird looks she gets and rolls her eyes at Ramiro’s never-ending smirk.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Katie. Won’t. Stop. Talking. Which isn’t helping Luna find her way through these halls.

Did she just miss the last turn?

“You’re lost,” the kid says, grumbling.

What do you think I’m trying to fix right now? Luna thinks to herself and just about stops herself from saying.

“I’m not lost.” Luna insists, then remembers she’s a doctor, “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m missing my pageant. How do you think I feel?”

“Right. You’re missing your pageant.”

This poor girl is in the hospital with seizures and the only thing that she can think about is her pageant.

Luna feels sorry for her.

“The Spokane Teen Miss? I was in the top ten after the first two rounds. This is my year. I could've won,”

Luna absently hums and realizes that they’re going the wrong way. Again.

She turns around and pushes Katie back the same way.

“You are so lost. What are you, new?”

Luna chokes back a laugh. Yeah, something like that.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Yam watches Ramiro try to give their patient a central line. It’s not working.

And it’s visibly hurting the patient.

She groans and pushes past him, about to put the line in when Dr. Perida waltzes into their room and raises his eyebrows.

“Out.” He says, his nice demeanor replaced with annoyance.

Do all of the residents and attendings just hate interns on principle?

Yam glares at Ramiro and pulls him out, watching from the window as Perida puts the line in perfectly.

“Bet you used to mess up a lot when you started out,” Ramiro tries to joke with Perida.

Yam just winces and nods at Dr. Perida as she leaves.

Ramiro at least has the decency to look sheepish.

This is going to be a long shift.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Luna sits, taking Katie’s patient history and generally listening to her incessant babbling.

“I twisted my ankle. I do rhythmic gymnastics, which is like, really cool. Nobody else does it. And I tripped over my ribbon, and I didn't get stuck with someone this clueless. And that was like, a nurse,” Katie says.

Luna bites back a retort.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Simón groans at the plate of food in front of him. The number of rectal exams he and Jim had to do was enough to take the appetite away from anyone.

“This shift is 80 hours long, you have to eat, Simón,” Ámbar mutters, her gaze hardening after leaving Simón’s eyes.

“I can’t.”

“Eat.” Ámbar insists, pushing Simón’s plate towards him.

“You try eating after performing 17 rectal exams. The Nazi hates me. I want to puke.” Simón says, his face contorting.

“Just don’t puke near me,” Ámbar mutters.

“The Nazi’s just a resident. Attendings hate me,” Ramiro replies.

“Did you know Luna is inbred?” Nina asks, and all heads whip to her immediately.

Partly because no one expected the shy ingenue to say anything.

And partly because Luna being inbred is very surprising.

Simón hurries to say “It’s not uncommon to be the kid of a doctor,”

“I mean royally inbred. Her mother is Lili Benson.”

“Shut up. The Lili Benson?” Jim asks.

Nina nods.

“Who’s Lili Benson?” Ramiro asks.

“The Benson method? Where’d you go to med school, Antarctica?” Yam says incredulously.

No one notices how Simón and Ámbar tense up as Yam continues talking. “She was one of the biggest women surgeons. She practically invented th—”

“She won the Harper Avery. Twice.” Jim says, rolling her eyes at Ramiro.

“So I didn’t know one thing.”

“I would kill to have Lili Benson as my mother. Scratch that, I’d kill to be Lili Benson.” Nina says, her eyes alight.

“Katie Bryce is a pain in the ass. I swear if it wouldn’t get me fired, I’d strangle her with my bare hands.” Luna says, walking over to their table, sitting next to Nina.

She seems to miss the wistful glance Simón throws her way.

She does seem to notice the way everyone’s staring at her.

“What?”

Nina opens her mouth to say something but stops immediately when Dr. Perida walks over.

“Good afternoon interns. It's posted, but I thought I'd share the good news personally. As you know, the honor of performing the first surgery is reserved for the intern that shows the most promise. As I'm running the OR today, I get to make that choice,” Dr. Perida says, and Luna feels a rush of hope.

Or. Felt. Seeing as Dr. Perida is clapping Ramiro on his back (it was kind of worth it to see him choke a little on his salad) and saying, “Ramiro Ponce. You’ll be scrubbing in on an appendectomy this afternoon. Congrats.”

Luna deflates.

She wanted that surgery.

She wanted it really badly.

“Me?” Ramiro asks, not quite believing it. Or maybe he’s just wilting under Yam’s intense glare.

“Enjoy.” Dr. Perida says, nodding to everyone.

Luna doesn’t fail to notice that he’s staring at Nina while he says that.

Nina doesn’t fail to notice either, if the blush on her cheeks has anything to say about it.

Ramiro looks like he’s still in shock.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

“I’ve seen his file. Ramiro Ponce barely even made the cut to get into the program. He’s not your guy.” Juliana says to Gastón, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh, he’s my guy alright,” Gastón responds, absently checking the labs.

Juliana sighs, “Every year you pick your guy, and every year your guy suffers most.”

Gastón smiles. Everyone who knows him knows his easy nature, his inclination to being on the side of less serious.

Unless of course, it has to do with work.

“Terrorize one, and the rest fall in line, Bahiense.”

“I get it. I respect it. But Ramiro? Ponce is a puppy. A cute little puppy that is waiting to be killed. He can’t take the pressure. Think about it, Perida.” Juliana says, walking away.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Luna watches as Katie’s parents stumble into Katie’s room.

The look of pure worry and fear on their faces makes Luna warm to them immediately.

A couple of hours ago, their kid was supposed to go on stage and wear a sash and be a kid.

Now they’re scared that their kid could be dying.

“Katie?” The mom asks, trying to hold her hand.

Luna falters, not wanting to break their little window.

“They gave her a sedative for the CT scan, so she’s just a tad groggy,” Luna says, standing up.

“Will she be okay?”

“Does she need surgery?” The parents ask at the same time.

Their urging faces make Luna wish she had an answer.

“Uh. You know, I’m not her doctor, I am a doctor, just not hers. Anyway, I’m not Katie’s doctor. I’ll go find him.” Luna rambles.

Luna finds Bahiense, “Katie’s parents have questions. Should I get Dr. Perida to answer them?”

“What? No. Perida’s off the case. The case is the new neuro attending’s case, Dr. Balsano. He’s over there.” Bahiense says, pointing to…

Oh god.

Please.

Not today.

This is not happening.

Matteo turns and stops dead in his tracks, his eyes clicking in recognition.

This is not happening.

Luna is not dealing with this.

She turns away from his gaze and walks away. What is she going to do?

She walks towards the stairwell and gets grabbed in.

She stumbles and Matteo catches her, running a hand through his hair, which Luna grudgingly admits looks not bad.

No. Luna. Stop it. Luna. No.

“Dr. Balsano. Did you need anything?” Luna asks, trying to not look at flustered as she is.

Matteo looks positively ecstatic at this turn of events. “Dr. Balsano? This morning it was Matteo. Now it’s Dr. Balsano.”

Luna dearly wants to slap that smirk off of his face.

“Dr. Balsano, we should pretend this never happened,”

“What never happened? You sleeping with me last night or kicking me out this morning because I don’t know about you, but both are memories I’d dearly love to keep.”

This guy really can’t take a hint.

“No. No. No. This is not happening. There are no memories of anything. I’m not the girl in the bar and you’re not the guy in the bar. I am your intern, Dr. Balsano.”

“I see how it is. You took advantage of me last night and now you want to forget about it.” He says, smirking incessantly.

“I most certainly did not,”

“I was drunk and vulnerable. Not to mention, insanely good-looking,”

“You’re not that good-looking,” Luna says, while her traitorous brain says Liar over and over.

“Sure I’m not. But last night, I was wearing my red shirt and I was extremely good-looking and you took advantage,”

He’s not entirely wrong about the red shirt.

“I didn—”

“Want to take advantage again? Say, Friday night?”

He’s smiling again, only this time it’s a smile, not a smirk.

Maybe Luna wouldn’t have said no if he wasn’t an attending.

“No. You’re an attending. I’m your intern. And I would seriously appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like that,” Luna says, glaring at him. It doesn’t seem to deter him.

“Like what?” He asks innocently as if he has no idea what he’s doing right now.

“Like you’ve slept with me,”

Matteo smirks.

“Dr. Balsano. Have you ever considered the fact that this is inappropriate?” Luna breathes.

He doesn’t say anything.

Luna sighs and leaves, the door slamming behind her.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

“Open. Identify. Irrigate. Close.” Jim instructs, and Yam sighs.

“Jim, I think he’d know,”

“He looks like he’s going to puke,” Jim shoots back.

Yam looks at Ramiro and says, “We have to go to the gallery now. Don’t screw it up.”

They walk up and take a seat behind Luna and Nina.

The intern above them says, “He’s going to faint. He’s a fainter.”

Yam fights back a if you only knew.

“Nah, I’m guessing code brown. Right in his pants,” another intern snickers.

Yam and Jim share a look.

Sure, she’s not a huge fan of Ramiro but he helped her a lot in med school. He helped Jim a lot in med school.

This is just savage.

“He’s going to sweat himself unsterile,”

“10 bucks he’s messing up the McBird,” someone says.

Oh god, they’re betting on Ramiro.

“20 says he cries,” Ámbar says, and sends an apologetic look at Luna.

“I’ll put 20 on him melting down completely,”

“50 says he pulls the whole thing off.” Yam hears herself say.

Luna grins at her, “That’s one of us down there. The first one of us. Where the hell is your loyalty?”

Yam breathes out.

The entire gallery, while it was buzzing before, is now silent.

“75 he can’t even ID the appendix,” Ámbar says again.

This time it’s Simón shooting her the look.

“I’ll take that action,” someone says.

Eric, Yam realizes.

The idiot from their bio class.

Nina elbows Luna when Dr. Perida says, “Okay, Ponce, let’s see what you can do,”

Jim breathes in quickly and Yam also holds her breath.

Do it right do it right please do it right.

“Here it comes,” Simón says.

“Scalpel,” Ramiro says and the nurse hands it to him, echoing the word.

Ramiro takes it and everyone cheers.

Perida motions for them to shut up as Nina says, “God, he’s quite a bit of trouble,”

Ramiro gets ready to cut as Perida instructs, “More pressure.”

Ramiro manages to do it without any mishaps and then proceeds to say, “Pickups.”

The scrub nurse echoes the command and hands him the instrument.

They go on for a little bit, and Yam thinks he might actually pull it off.

Until it goes downhill after Ramiro takes out the appendix.

Perida mutters an angry remark as all the interns in the gallery call him Double O’7.

Jim shares a worried look with Yam and asks Luna, “What does 007 mean?”

Luna sends them an apologetic look.

“License to Kill.”

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

The cool air rushes into the basement that Bahiense’s interns have settled into.

The majority of them pile onto the gurney as Nina goes to the vending machine looking for some chocolate.

Luna winces at the whine that Ramiro makes as he walks into their “hideout”.

“They’re calling me 007 aren’t they?”

Luna groans and shoves Simón’s head off of Ámbar’s lap so she can fall asleep in it.

She’s too tired to deal with any human interaction that requires her to, you know, have any sort of emotional security.

“No one’s calling you 007,” Jim and Yam lie (but they do it in unison so like, props).

Ramiro shoots Yam an annoyed look, “I was on an elevator and Eric whispered 007,”

Ámbar pushes Luna’s head off of her lap and glares at Ramiro, “How many times do we have to go through with this? 5, 10, 15? Please tell me soon or I’m going to rim your head off.”

Ramiro sits on the gurney and groans “Eric whispered 007 in the elevator and everyone laughed,”

Luna picks her head up from where she’s trying (unsuccessfully) to fall asleep and actually feels sorry for the guy for a second but the aching limbs and pounding migraine make it kind of hard to console the poor guy.

“They weren’t laughing at you,” Jim says.

“You sure?”

“Would we lie to you?” Jim asks.

“Yes,” Ramiro, Ámbar, Simon and Luna say.

“007 is a state of mind,” Nina yells from the vending machine and throws a packet of chips at Luna as she walks back.

“Says the girl who finished first at freaking Stanford,” Simón yells at her.

Nina just rolls her eyes in response.

Just as Luna finally feels the call of sleep, her pager beeps.

She just wanted 5 minutes.

“It’s 911. Damn. I gotta go,” and Luna takes off at a sprint.

“I should’ve gone into geriatrics. No one cares if you kill an old person.” Ramiro continues after Luna leaves.

“Yes. Yes, they do care if you kill an old person. Plus. Surgery is hot. Geriatrics is… Well, it’s for freaks who live in the basement with their mom,” Simón replies.

“I have got to move out of my mom’s,” Ramiro mutters.

Nina and Ámbar share a grin.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Luna’s out of breath by the time she gets to Katie’s room.

She really has to go to the gym more.

“Finally,” Katie mutters.

Luna looks around, seeing if anything’s wrong.

Oh god, please tell me she has a good reason for this. She has a good reason. Maybe. Hopefully.

“Are you alright?” The nurse paged me 911.”

“Ha, it took me forever to get her to even pick up the phone. I had to go full Hulk.”

“Wait. So there’s nothing wrong? Nothing medically wrong?”

“I’m bored.” Katie shrugs.

Luna likes to think she’s a nice person. A little absentminded at times, but a nice person nonetheless.

Katie, however, is really testing the whole “do no harm” thing.

“I am not your babysitter. I am not your cruise director. You can’t just page me for anything.”

“Don’t be so overdramatic. My pageant is supposed to be on cable, but it’s like this hospital lives in the ’90s. I can’t find anything. If someone who’s not me gets the crown, I should at least get to see it.”

Luna takes a deep breath. She’s a teenager. You were also stupid as a teenager.

“Okay. This is a hospital. There are sick people here. Go to sleep and stop wasting my time.”

“I can’t sleep, my head’s all full.”

“Those are called thoughts. Run with them.” Luna says in a fit of anger.

She’s been working for almost 24 hours and she just wanted 2 minutes of rest.

But maybe she shouldn’t have snapped at a patient.

But that’s a lesson for another day.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Luna and Nina are in the ER when they hear a loud voice.

“4B has post-op pneumonia. Let’s get her started on antibiotics, okay?” An intern says to a nurse.

Someone didn’t tell the newbie not to piss off the nurses.

“Are you sure it’s the right diagnosis?”

“Oh gee, I don’t know. I’m only an intern. But here’s an idea. You go and spend 4 years in med school and then talk to me. She’s got shortness of breath and fever. It’s post-op pneumonia. Start antibiotics.” He sneers.

Luna rolls her eyes.

The same guy walks over to her and Nina, “God, I hate nurses. I’m Benicio. I’m with Jeremy. You guys are with the Nazi, right?”

“You know it doesn’t have to be pneumonia, right? It could be splinting. Or she could have aPE.”

He sneers again (does it ever leave his face?), “As I said, I hate nurses.” and walks away.

“Well, he’s an absolute idiot,” Nina says, shooting daggers towards Benicios across the room.

Luna’s about to respond, but her pager beeps again.

“Dammit, Katie.”

This time she walks.

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#soy luna #soy luna fic #lutteo #soy luna grey's au #simbar #yamiro #gastina #hope you guys enjoy it!

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opheliasbrokenmind · 4 years

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lucky - will graham

that’s what i do when i have an important upcoming exam because i have no self-discipline... well someone’s gotta do what they gotta do, right? i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing and please please let me know what you think!! i got the idea from a fight i had with my sister recently -yeah i use shitty things that happened to me in my stories-

feel free to send me an ask for will, his character is so fun, and also painful, to write. GIF CREDITS TO THE OWNER, it’s an amazing one

The cold breeze caused you to shiver as you walked to the house, it seemed like it was in the middle of the nowhere, as it was somewhere special only you knew. A shelter for me to hide from the real world, you thought and smiled with the idea, Will would smile if he heard that, looking at the many dogs of him. The clock on your phone showed it was 4.30 am and the lights weren’t on to your luck, meaning Will was asleep. You cheered for him, it wasn’t common for Will to get a good sleep.

Before reaching for the keys in your coat’s pocket, you tried to open the door and as usual, the door wasn’t locked. You stepped inside, trying to be quiet as much as possible and left the small suitcase on the ground, turning to hang your coat. You weren’t ready to face reality yet, you just wanted to crush on the couch with the dogs on the ground and sleep until your boyfriend get up.

‘Thought you were going to be in Nevada for the weekend.’ Will’s voice came from the kitchen and you froze, he sounded tired. ‘I was.’ You said quietly, walking to the kitchen, you were desperate to see him. ‘What happened?’ He asked calmly but you ignored the question, stepping closer to get a hug. Will welcomed you into his warm arms, he always did. He could feel your body relaxing in his embrace, you felt safe, you were home now.

‘Nothing, I just thought one evening is enough.’ You let out the lie, you both knew it wasn’t the truth but if you didn’t want to talk about it, Will would never push you. ‘Are you hungry or anything? I made some pasta for dinner.’ He asked softly as you stood in the dark, he sat on the counter while you rested your head on his shoulder, ‘You couldn’t sleep?’ You already knew the answer. ‘The new case is bothering me lately, and I’ve missed you.’

‘You could ask me to stay.’ Will knew he could do that and he knew you would cancel the trip without a blink, just to stay with him. But you haven’t seen your family for a while and he thought it was your right to go away to Nevada for a few days. ‘Yes, but they are your family, y/n.’ With that, you pulled away and smiled, ‘Oh, if you only knew... It was simply a disaster, Will. After dinner I was back at the airport.’

‘I... I can’t believe I thought it would be good, you know? I know my sister would be mad but I accepted to go anyway, I even thought she’d be nice. We sat for dinner, then my dad raised his glass, congratulating me for finishing my thesis. She said I had to make a show all the time, so dad will be on my side. That she’ll never have a second child, it’s such a shame she wanted me in the first place.’ Will stood silent, your words made him sad, he wasn’t there to have your back.

‘Then I just said the facts, that it’s nonsense the talk about a second child when she had none. She screamed at me, shouting she wants to get married and have children, she hates still living with mom and dad. She went to her room and you know what, mom said I was rude and she was right. That’s why I didn’t invite you, I know you’d be nice to them and all, but I just didn’t want you to witness the fiasco.’

‘I wasn’t mad you didn’t invite me, y/n. I mean, I don’t like meeting new people obviously but well, they are your parents so I’d like to think I’ll meet them at some point. What they did is wrong and you don’t deserve to be treated like this, they may be your family but that doesn’t give them the right to hurt you.’ He spoke calmly, although he was angry at your older sister, still wishing he was by your side back there.

You sighed and held his hands, guiding him to the bedroom, you wanted him to get some sleep before the morning and his work came to overwhelm him. ‘I know I can’t understand her but I can imagine how’s she feeling. She failed at some things in life and here I am, achieving things she refused to work for. I don’t think it’s my mistake, or my parents’. They gave her every opportunity, Will.’

‘I remember, when I was six or seven they almost begged her to choose a university, they were ready to pay any amount and she said she wasn’t interested, that studying was too boring. She refused every offer and worked in a few jobs, quitted quickly, spent most of the days outside, almost got engaged twice and now I bet she’s regretting her choices. It must be hard, being almost forty and still living with your parents.’

You explained simply as he took his place on the bed, watching you take off your clothes, folding them neatly. Then you reached for one of his t-shirts, with the white one you reminded him of an angel in the dark. ‘You’re right but she’s not your burden, you have every right to be happy for yourself and you should be, you are kind, successful and caring.’ Will said quietly and patted the bed, ‘Come here.’ You obeyed eagerly, loving the feeling of being close to him.

‘Dad asked about you by the way, he’s quite excited for the genius I’m sleeping with, you know?’ He chuckled softly with your words, ‘The genius, huh? I’d go with a different wording.’ You felt your smile fading away, exactly getting what he meant. A freak, he’d call himself after having another seizure. ‘You are not how you see yourself Will, believe me, and I already know he will like you because you’re the best thing that happened to me, ever.’

He sighed, your voice was sweet yet what you said was bitter, his insecurities attacking him just like the shadows of his nightmares. You were honest as always and he stopped for a moment, nobody has ever said the things you told him, he never thought he could be this important to a person without any intentions.

Then he felt your arm resting on his chest, drawing small, soothing circles. You felt he was thinking so you just waited until he was back with you, ‘Stop criticizing yourself, please.’ You reached to left a kiss on his cheek but he turned his face so you met with his lips, your lips brushing slightly as you smiled, finally connecting your lips. The kisses you shared always made you feel safe, you knew everything would be alright.

Your fingers found his curls and you pulled a little, just so he gave you the access to his mouth, letting you take over the control. As if you were kissing for the first time, your blood rushed with adrenaline. Once you broke the kiss, he embraced you with his strong, long arms. ‘This feels real and I know it is real. You keep me sane, y/n, just you. I... I don’t where I’d be now without you.’

‘And you keep me going when I feel like I can’t do things anymore.’ You replied, tracing his biceps with your fingers. Will was relaxed now, he knew he was safe with you, even the dogs seemed to be calmer when you were around. ‘I know,’ he whispered, ‘and I love you.’ Then he kissed you goodnight and closed his eyes, knowing you’d be wide awake until you were sure he was asleep. At that moment, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. Little did he know that was the same feeling you had at that moment.

#dsknbdjfbsd my biggest dream is to sleep with william graham himself #not only sleeping obivously...#just choke him with my love #will graham #will graham x reader #will graham fic #hugh dancy #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter

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buttmuncher91 · 3 years

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a lot of advanceshippers love to say such bs about Drew even to this day. Drew is not my favorite character & it’s fine to prefer advanceshipping over contestshipping and I kinda like advanceshipping , but some of the things they say are ridiculous! This is not bashing on all advanceshippers or advanceshipping in general, this is just some quotes (not exact) I’ve seen that I’ve had problems with.

”Drew is a jerk! Ash would treat her right!“

Both would treat her just fine! Drew watches out for her & tells her when Harley is tricking her, saved her friends & brother when she was busy, saves her friends, cheers her up when she’s down, & they both calmly talk to each other when alone.

Besides, there are some things to point Ash being a jerk to her too! Ash yelled at her because he was butthurt he had no boat to get his next gym badge & skips out on watching some of her contest when May even watches him battle regular trainers.

And it’s not like May is an innocent angel herself. She yelled at Ash & Drew for no reason, had her torchic attack Ash, & forced Ash to agree to let her travel with him by bringing up her bike.

I know May & Ash have developed a lot sense than, but so has Drew & y’all are just stuck viewing him how he reacted at the beginning.

”May hates Drew & loves ash!“

She doesnt hate Drew. At the very worst, she sees him as a friend & has seen him that way by “Who, What, When, Where, Wynut.” Like I said we seen them talk a lot when they run into each other & heck, she even ditched the group, including Ash as he was talking to her, to talk to Drew when she saw Drew. So tell me again how she loves Ash way more than Drew lol!

And in ”Spontaneous Combustion“ May blushes at Drew after he waved and walked off. May never blushed around Ash, even when some weird couple accused her of being Ash’s lover. And there was nothing in that scene that indicates her getting red met something else. She wasn’t sick, doesn’t look mad, didn’t do anything embarrassing, etc... so it looks as if she really likes Drew.

”Drew is a flirts with any girl & would cheat on May, but Ash would never cheat on her!”

You people have nothing to back this up. Drew had fangirls gushing all over him? May being Norman‘s daughter and probably because she’s referred to as hoenn princess, has a lot of fanboys! In fact, Ash is more likely to cheat on May then Drew dispite him being oblivious, as Drew showed 0 interest in his fangirls & ran from them. If he was such a flirt, he wouldn’t run from fan girls, but would try & you know, FLIRT with them. Drew also showed 0 interest for other girls, & only teases May. You advanceshipper fanbrats (not saying all advanceshippers are fanbrats just the advanceshippers who think this) only pretend he is to make up reasons for May to reject Drew.

”He only likes May for her rack, & wouldn’t care for her if it was flat!“

Talk about reaching. Drew only stares at her FACE! He never stared at them, & the anime gave her chest 0 focus. He isn’t just some creeper. Despite not being interested in her, he treated Breanna nicely & she was flat. He may just have puppy love/a crush on her, but saying he’s just trying to win her because of her rack is complete bs!

”Think about it, Drew & May would make ugly babies!”

Based on what? Cuz Drew has green hair? As someone whose least favorite color is green (okay, okay dark/forest green is pretty), I think this is a stupid claim. Even with a weird hair color, there’s a chance the child could be cute, & really beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Hair color is NOT even close to a huge factor to what separates not ugly to ugly. And they don’t have to make babies if they do get together. They can just choose to adopt to help out those who need a home or just happily be with each other with no children at all.

”Drew is in less episodes with May than Ash, so advanceshipping is better & will be canon!”

🤦‍♀️Misty has the most screen time with ash. By this cruddy ”logic,” Misty & ash (so far) are canon. Yes, misty has much more screen time with ash than May. Misty had all of Kanto, Orange Islands, AND Jhoto with ash... as well as a cameo with ash in Hoenn, and TWO separate cameos in Alola. And at this point, May could have spent more time with Drew. It’s been 4 regions that Ash hasn’t even thought of 1 of her Pokémon after all this time. I’m no pokeshipper, but let’s be real here.

And most of the time Ash & May are on screen, it’s them focusing on their goals/Pokémon. They cheer & encourage each other too, but it’s mostly friendship stuff. Could something happen later on between them to spark love? Sure. But nothing in the anime ever pointed to that. And you can literally say that with Ash and... ANYONE! Like Ash could grow up, met back up with Roxie & they could fall for each other.

When Drew appears on screen, you mostly see hard evidence for contestshipping, weather on Drew’s side, May’s side, or both. Yes, there’s evidence on BOTH sides that they like each other. At best, advanceshipping looks one-sided on May’s side. And even then, it mostly looked that way in the beginning of AG. There’s way more evidence that May likes Drew & vice vesa than with ash & May, even with “less contestshipping hints!“ A lot of hints for shippings are overblown. Not just advanceshipping hints, but poke/pearl/negai(actually never mind, negai is under looked & over hated)/amour/etc... are over blown & it’s just ash being his usual nice/childish self. With Drew, it’s obvious he likes her as how he constantly stares at her, teases her, gives her red roses (& says they’re for beutifly), etc... While I think I covered how May likes Drew enough already. And yes, this could just be a kiddy crush for the both of them, but in the end there’s still harder evidence that Drew & May like each other.

Plus there are a lot of canon fictIonal couples who had less screen time with each other than other characters. Naruhina, ichihime, Hinny, gochi, etc...

“Drew never saves May’s life, unlike Ash!”

So? May never even tried to saved Ash, like she did with Drew!

Ash has also saved: Angie (who has a more confirmed crush on ash), Dawn, Pikachu (3x I can think of), Chinchar, Lillie (or at least attempts to help a lot of times), Celiebi, Erika’s Gloom, Serena, Misty’s sisters Pokémon, a ton of CotDs & their Pokémon...

And what of those who saved Ash? Misty, Sabrina’s... family photographer, Gary, Iris, Clemont’s father, Zeroara dude, a ton of officer jennys, Pikachu, a lapras, Paul, Drew (ya keep on hating him if it werent for him Ash Brock and Max would probably be dead in that crate Jessie, James & Meowth trapped them in so not even advanceshipping could happen).

“Rivals can’t be dating!”

Where did you get this bs? Even in the pokeani IN THE AG SERIES this has been proven false. Watch Pasificlog Jam again. Who put you in charge of how couples should work anyways? If a writer wants to have rivals hookup in their story, than they have that freedom to have the rivals hookup regardless how upset you get over it.

“Ash & May kissed in a banned episode, so advanceshipping is canon not contestshipping!”

Come on guys, they’re 10. The anime creators aren’t gonna have two 10 yr olds kiss on the lips. Its really creepy some person came up with this. No, it’s not creepy cuz I don’t like advaceshipping (I actually like some aspects of it). Again, it’s creepy because they’re 10. If they were like 13+ yrs old, it‘d be okay, but NOT 10. Plus, even Japan is very sensitive when having kissing on the lips happen with kid shows. Even with adults, they censor it/show something else as the kiss happens & just imply it happened. Expecally how they view kissing on the lips in the first place, they ain’t having 2 ten year olds kiss.

And there would be NOTHING to imply that they where going to kiss. Around this time this episode that they kissed claimed to happen (episode 357), Ash & co. where heading to fortree. Nothing ever was implied from the both of them even want to kiss each other. They just where supportive friends of each other with no hinting there where secret feelings or developing feelings from ether of them. Theres also nothing beyond that episode that implied the kiss happened. Because if it did actually happen, I’m sure something like that would impact the next few episodes, but nope no mention of any kiss nor do ash & May act any differently around each other in 358 and beyond. So even if it did happen, it was going to more than likely sink the ship, like it was some akaward thing they did because they were “under the mistletoe“ & afterwards just agreed to be friends & forget about it. The pokemon anime was always about friendship, adventure, and Pokemon themselves, never romance.

Also episode 357 is “Take This House and Shuppet!” not “A Kiss Under the Mistletoe!“ The Japanese episode is the same as the English barring names & episode number.

Were do you get such a sorce for this info? “my friend’s japanese friend who talked to the director of the AG anime & saw it!” or some other ridiculous unreliable garbage like that? Give me actual sources with interviews from the writers talking about this supposed banned episode. Bet you can’t, unless it’s fake & unreliable. If it existed, it would have floated up by someone from Japan. After All, even if for 20 mins that episode should’ve existed if it was just banned. Like “Electric Soldier Porygon” was banned completely & only aired one time in Japan. However, there are places that you can watch the episode despite it being completely banned due to putting a lot of children in the hospital from seizures. That was older than the supposed advanceshipping kiss episode as ’Electric Soldier Porygon’ is a Original Series episode in Kanto the 38th episode. No one can find this supposed advanceshipping episode nor is it even listed in the banned episode list. It should be harder to find this older banned episode than it should be to find this supposed banned kiss episode.

“Why should May choose Drew over Ash? Ash is like a literal god!”

What? Yes, he’s befriended every legendary & come back though poketears, save the world so many times, has arua abilities (he rarely uses), & whatever else, but it’s not like he seems that BA or whatever. Ash not aging seems over focused on, when in reality NO ONE is aging. It took him 7 regions to win 1 league (a questionable one at that), can’t remember Pokémon he seen before & sometimes forgets what he learned, & needs saved by others sometimes. Some god, can’t even rescue himself. Besides, who knows what Drew has done on his adventures. Drew has also saved Ash, Brock, & Max from trouble, isn’t Drew awesome saving someone ”like a god!”? Drew also has beat him in a battle as well, is that y’all’s problem?

And where is Ash’s voice in all this? It’s like this in all this anti-Drew bs. “Drew is just this terrible creature who possesses all 7 deadly sins & is the creation of Giratina & thus May hates & so does everyone else! However... blessed by Arceus himself, we all just know not dense Ash Ketchem is waiting to sweep May off her feet & save her from the demonic spawn that is Drew who is lusting after her bewbs😡” (<-original ideas, do not steal jkjk). Like there’s NOTHING to indicate ash wants her. And do you think this of May as well? Like do y‘all think May is just this perfect, sweetest, most divine woman in the pokeani that only Ash “blessed by Arceus“ is the only guy that should be blessed by such an angel? 🤣

Look, I like Ash & I like May. But even with my favorite characters I wouldn’t go as far as to think so highly of them that it makes Helga’s obsession with Arnold look like nothing. And just because Ash is more amazing with more feets & whatever, doesn’t mean May has to love ash or that Ash has to choose may because Drew doesn’t measure up to him.🤷‍♀️ Just think about it, should Timmy’s mom go with Dinkleburg? After all, he is smarter than Timmy’s dad, has more money & is more successful than he is. And Wandesemo is more popular, not stupid, & mostly competent unlike Casmo. Should Wanda dump Casmo for him? Of course i understand wanting the best person to end with you’re favorite character. But that’s not how love works & in the long run isn’t fair to both Ash & May (& Drew, but I know you haters don’t care about that).

#pokeani #Advanceshippers #contestshipping #Drew #Shuu #May #Haruka #Pokémon #Ash #Satoshi

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jonjordanforrealz · 3 years

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12 Years Is a Long Time

September 29th is my son Arron’s 11th birthday – a cause for celebrating for sure, and a time for this parent, as most parents do, to ponder aloud, “How in the hell did that go so fast?” For me, sentimental sap that I am, birthdays are always a time for reflection too.

In doing so this morning, I was, of course, reminded that September 29th is also the anniversary of my brother Michael’s passing. A year to the day before Arron came into this world, Mikey left it. 12 years ago today. That’s gone a different kind of so fast itself.

I’ve talked about my brother’s death many times over the years and it never bothers me to do so. Most of the time, it makes me happy just to talk about him at all. To be remembered is to be loved and he certainly is in both instances. But I don’t think I’ve ever really shared much publicly about his last day.

And I need to let it go.

Who knows? Maybe something like this can help somebody.

For 12 years, I’ve carried the weight of that day and never really faced it or dealt with it. And I’m tired. It’s heavy and I’m tired. And to fulfill my final promise to Mikey, actually, I need to get rid of it, once and for all.

Following a lifetime of major medical issues and severe mental and physical handicaps, and doing all he could over the course of his 25 years to beat the odds and somehow conquer and survive one and all, Michael would meet his match in the form of an internal bleeding issue that just couldn’t be solved.

A kid like Mikey, who couldn’t really communicate outside of very basic emotions, had no way of conveying to doctors what anything felt like, where it hurt, how long something had been bothering him, and so on and so forth. So oftentimes, things got worse, sometimes as bad as they possibly could get, before anyone could even get anywhere close to figuring out what the hell was going on. And in his final chapter, this reality first led to him being transported to be treated by specialists in Tampa, and then ultimately, to our family’s greatest test. That we were so conveniently able to face that final decision together thanks to his relocation to my neck of the woods was a stroke of luck that I don’t think anyone appreciated until years later.

Michael’s bleeding issue just wasn’t going away no matter what the doctors tried. Not to cheapen the matter, but I think someone likened it to plugging a hole in a hose with your finger, only to have another open shortly thereafter. At some point, you run out of fingers. And so, we were faced with two choices: An exploratory and very invasive surgery that guaranteed nothing or a nonsurgical Hail Mary that was every bit the final hope. My parents encouraged me to speak freely and honestly in that days-long conversation and as I recall, my opinion never wavered, though of course, I respected and understood their agonizing back-and-forth.

To me, this kid had already been through so much, literally since Day 1. Countless major surgeries and painful procedures that would absolutely hammer (and maybe finish) most “regular” people were the worst of the lot. Other concessions over time – simple things like eating and drinking normally – also took a toll, I’m sure, as every human needs simple joys.

Throughout his last ordeal, there had already been several procedures, and in my eyes, he didn’t need more of that. With the proposed surgery highly likely to kill him anyway, I didn’t see the justification to put him through that sort of torture again. I didn’t want that to be his way to go out. As his closest advocate, because “brothers” means something more that those who don’t have can know, I knew he didn’t want that to be his way to go out either.

Instead, I argued, that through the non-invasive course of treatment, while the odds of that working were stacked heavily against him, this put the ball in his court. This made it so that he could fight, if he wanted to. For a kid who rarely had the chance to call his shot at any time in his life, this was that. “Scrap if you want to, kid,” I thought. “If anyone can beat the odds one more time, it’s you.” And if not, I thought he had that right too. And I wanted to fight for that. This time, I wanted to fight for his right to fight. Or not.

And so, with my parents on board, we gave him his shot, and at first, true to form, the kid was responding positively. Amazed yet unsurprised, we carried on with some hope for the first time in seemingly forever … and then everything just tanked. Quickly.

I’d prepared for this my whole life. And I had thought I had been stepping into this moment already time and time before. But I wasn’t nervous. I felt a sense of urgency, after getting the call, because I wanted to be with him but I wasn’t nervous or scared. Something that always comforted me was a belief that if anyone ever deserved a peaceful end, it would be Mikey. Once we were faced with the grave news, the doctor assured that as they stopped doing whatever they had been doing to treat him, and focused on making him comfortable, that he would indeed get that peaceful transition. And I know in the medical world that nothing is ever guaranteed but I really believed it. I believed in that. It’s all I wanted, then, knowing that there was no winning this last fight.

But it didn’t go down like that. His last day wasn’t, at first, peaceful at all. It was prolonged. And there were gasps and groans. At one point, a seizure. And I was mad. I was so mad.

At the same time, I knew what it was, really. This kid’s will to fight just doesn’t go away. It’s funny because from the very beginning, one of the things he was diagnosed with was some syndrome called Failure to Thrive. Fuck that.

When the worst moments hit, and I watched my brother and my family suffering, I didn’t feel mad anymore. I just felt like I had to do something.

There’s a picture that I have of my brother and I in bed. I was maybe 10 and he, six. We shared a room at that time and when my mom or dad would come in to get us up, if I was being a bum and still laying there and we had somewhere to be, they’d plop Mikey right in my bed next to me. That always got me up. Nothing like an eye poke or swift kick from the kid who “couldn’t control his movements” to start your day – accompanied, of course, by his trademark giggle.

That little shit … It’s still my favorite picture in the world.

In those final moments, I just crawled as far into his hospital bed as I could to lay next to him, just like we did on those mornings as kids, and I whispered to him, “It’s okay. You don’t have to fight anymore. We’re going to be okay.”

You see, I’d often wondered, when I was very young, why he pulled through so many things that most people wouldn’t. After all, I’d always noticed people bitching and moaning about the stupidest things (oh, contemporary America!), wandering around aimlessly in perpetual woe-is-me mode. If anyone should have ever just said, “Screw this!” and checked out, Michael should have. But he had us. And we, him. He pretty much defined us, really, for better or worse. I felt like there was at least a little something in him that told him he needed to stick around for us. And I just wanted him to know that we would be okay if he couldn’t anymore.

Within minutes, things calmed down. His breathing slowed. The stupid machines making noise start doing so more sporadically. And then, before we knew it, it was over. That was it. The end.

I remember lots of hugs and tears and one of many goodbyes to come. And then we said thank you to some staff members – really a symbolic thank you, from me at least, to so many over the years. To people in the medical field, I look at you as I do teachers, and that is in the highest regard, having intimately known both worlds, whether I wanted to or not.

I remember going outside and nobody saying very much.

I remember sitting down at a table.

And then I remember saying, “Well, what do we do now?” I don’t think I ever quite figured out what to do. A purpose I’d always had was now gone.

Of course, in the coming days and weeks, we had plenty to do – plenty of the mind-numbing, gut-wrenching things you have to do to prepare for a loved one’s final arrangements and all that. I took on a lot more of the sort than I ever had at that time because I felt like my parents shouldn’t have to, so I was distracted by productivity. But soon after that, I don’t remember anything. Don’t remember his funeral. Don’t remember leaving my parents and coming back home. Don’t remember going back to work. Sports, friends, events … nothing.

Truly, I think I completely lost a year. I don’t remember a lot at all about the time in between Mikey’s death and Arron’s birth. And then the latter happened and it was like the pause button I’d pushed on life had been pushed again, whether I was ready or not.

And while I was obviously happy to be a dad for the second time, I was also still hurting, which I must have forgotten about too in that year prior. And again, I was mad. I was so mad.

In the years since, that anger lingered, because if you don’t hit something head-on, it doesn’t just go away. Anger leads to hurt, fear, panic, anxiety, a defensive existence, and isolation. I’ve experienced it all and I wouldn’t wish any of it on my worst enemy. I’ve distanced myself, I’ve been checked out and I’ve lashed out, retreated within and pushed people away. It has caused me problems in every element of my life at one time (or more) or another.

None of it is any excuse and it’s a lot for which to apologize over a long period of time but if my suffering has ever caused any sort of suffering for anyone reading this, I am sorry.

(Note: I’m still going to enjoy my space and my distance more than most people but, overall, I can be better!)

I feel like some of this might be a surprise to people because I don’t show it, hardly ever. I’ve gotten good at projecting this version of myself at any time, regardless of what’s really going on. I even manage to have and to be a good time, probably a bit too often influenced by some additives I’ve grown fond of over the years. But there are times when all of that is just masking a wreck. And it has to stop.

I don’t know why I’m shedding this now other than that I need to – because it can’t go on forever. I haven’t come close to being the best version of myself and I have people around me who deserve nothing less than that. What better time than now if I’m finally recognizing that, at times, I haven’t been good? And at my worst, I haven’t even been okay.

And the bottom line is that I promised my little brother, as he left us 12 years ago, that I would be.

I’ll never let go of him. He’s on my arm and in my heart and I hear his voice – especially that laugh! – every single day.

But I’m letting go of that day.

12 years is a long time.

It’s been heavy.

And I’m tired.

And I have to be okay.

#bros #family #michaeljordan

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nukyster-blog · 4 years

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Changing course Chapter 24) Safe Keepers

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Piglet had taken Ivar’s demands to heart and had the decency to portray herself as a cheerful companion. The ten years of being a slave taught her to mold herself into the perfect image, to whoever had a claim at her.

Ivar didn’t buy her overcompensation for a bit and refused to eat anything he hadn’t seen her previously take a bite from herself. Piglet, the queen mother of spoiling meals.

But Ivar would rather have this actress clinging to his lips and dancing to his needs then have Piglet relapse into that impossible state of smolder and angry eyes.

Piglet talked more, too, which meant she spoke over four words. She kept her talks to basic chit-chat; about her labour, about the animals. The cold, the kitchen bitches. But it was nice to hear someone speak in his mother tongue while playing a game.

“Have you seen the fair maiden?”, Ivar asked bluntly while it was Piglet’s turn to throw the knucklebones.

Piglet’s dull stare and raised eyebrow told him enough; she was playing dumb again. Ivar pulled the golden necklaces from his pocket and let the cross spin in front of Piglet’s face.

“The fair maiden who gave me this,” Ivar continued, “have you seen her recently?”

Piglet was clearly not amused that he brought up his “quote-unquote” mistake. It showed in her bearing, although she tried her best to maintain a blank face.

“No”, was her simple and short answer and she threw the knucklebones on the floor. “Your turn.”

Ivar wasn’t willing to settle with such a useless answer and swiped the bones away.

“Speak the truth Piglet,” he warned her.

“I am,” Piglet stated, annoyed. “Play Ivar,” she pushed and nudged her head to his balled fist.

‘And we’re back at four words’, Ivar thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he tossed the knucklebones in the sand. In a flash he counted the pieces and smirked.

“I win”, he stated and Piglet huffed, “you lose, Piglet.”

Recollecting the bones Ivar dared to ask Piglet a very direct question: “Have you ever been in love?”

Piglet smiled, but it wasn’t her bright smile that showed her perfect teeth and crinkled her cheeks into dimples. This was a condescending smile.

“I hate men, Ivar.” She testified and pretended that his question did not take her off guard. His words turned her jittery, made her fingers wrinkle and unwrinkle the tattered fabric of her skirt.

Ivar noticed: “But yet here you are, playing games with me. I’m a man.”

Piglet seemed appalled by his statement and made a face as if he’d forced her to eat a slug. “Maksura,” she nodded to his legs and then eyed up at his crotch, “you’re broken, you don’t count as men.”

This was a very nasty blow below the belt and Ivar’s jaws tightened. She was pushing all the right buttons to make him stop speaking to her, questioning her. Digging into her personal realm of secrets and mystique. Her spiteful words were the only defence mechanism she had against him.

So, after managing a clear face, Ivar calmly continued his interrogation: “aside from my handicaps, I’m still the thing you despise. Yet you’ve cared for me from the start. Before Ludolf returned home. You didn’t have to do that, yet you did and remained doing, even after I treated you like dirt. Why?”

Piglet stared him dead in the eyes for a while before crossing her legs in her lap and straightening her back.

“You have a Djinn inside of you, spirit,” she spoke toneless, “it’s right behind your eyes and it comes out in anger. Djinn will protect you, but feeds on you. You’re cursed Ivar.”

Ivar felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck spike up by her confession and took a moment to let her words sink in. Her confession made sense; it verified the feelings of always being different. A fraud, a changeling. Maybe his brother’s spiteful accusations held a sense of truth.

“Two peas in a pod,” Piglet locked eyes, “I have Djin too. It never comes out, hides. Protects me from inside, keeps men away.” She let her eyes roll back and made a spastic neck motion, “My curse, my safe keeper.”

Although Ivar still had one more question to ask as a rule of their three-question-game, he quietly picked up the knucklebones. Throwing them into the sand he wished he’d asked a different question.

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Piglet’s revelation left Ivar conflicted and troubled. He wished he could simply scoff at her words and label her mad for speaking such foolishness. But the longer he thought about what she explained to him last night, the more sense it made.

Everything.

His lack of empathy, this unearthly feeling of being dead inside. Maybe that was hitting the nail on the head; death, maybe the Djinn was the cause of his explosive nature, his unhealthy satisfaction of seeing other people’s suffering. Maybe there was a thing inside of him that feasted on his heart, soul, of all his emotions.

He’d always been an outcast, not just physically. He did not think like other men. He was different, ruthless and cruel.

But then, how could Piglet be a kindred spirit? Her empathy was overwhelming and much stronger than her hatred towards the Christians. She loved her animals and had a nurturing soul.

They were as different as day and night, inside and out. A dualism, an opposition of each other. Ivar’s rage had always been external and explosive. His relentlessness to survive had proven itself more powerful than the Christian’s death penalty.

Piglet’s force was that of the imploding kind, shaking her to the core and forcing everyone around her to take a few steps back.

They were as different as fire and ice, yet their paths had been intertwined. Maybe long before they physically met. For Piglet had been his savior from day one and the first woman he’d felt generally concerned for, aside from his mother.

It’s right behind your eyes, oh how Ivar wished he’d been able to have a glance at his own reflection. He realised he hadn’t been able to take a good look at himself for a very long time. And maybe that was a good thing, because he hadn’t had a proper bath or shave ever since King Egbert’s broken promise. His short hair had grown till the tips of his shoulders, all tangled up and impossible to put a brush through, if he had that luxury. He’d never had a lot of facial hair, but now a scraggly beard had climbed his face like last year's ragged vines after a severe winter.

Ivar feared that he would not recognize his own reflection and, after Piglet’s revelation, maybe not even his own bright blue eyes.

What if he’d see something behind his eyes, what if he’d witness something unearthly staring back at him?

‘Two peas in a pod, two peas in a pod, Ivar spent his day with gloom, staring across the box while his mental state deteriorated.

“I’m going mad Piglet”, Ivar confessed when the slave girl placed his meal near his feet.

Piglet hummed aloof and started eating. She was forced to be decent to him, but that didn’t mean Ivar could count on her sympathy.

Which annoyed him dearly, but exploiting her to shed a tear and hold his hand would make him feel feeble and weak.

Ivar decided to take another turn and started talking, just for the mere sound of his mother’s tongue. He spoke of how he was Viking, a fearless, seafaring raider. He left out the part where he threw up the entire content of his stomach due to seasickness and the time he nearly pissed his pants during the storm.

Piglet didn’t buy his grandiloquence bluff but listened to him without any interruptions. Of course, she did not believe the crippled slave of de Haar was being honest. Ivar was aware he didn’t resemble the imposing berserker he was portraying himself to be.

“I once slaughtered a Christian, you know?” Ivar revealed when Piglet rolled her eyes and scoffed at his speech.

“When I was a mere ten winters young,” he continued watching how Piglet stilled and sat back down, “I ripped him apart and used his bones for my tafl game. Maybe once I’m done with the Giant we can use his for our three-question-game, eh?”

His grotesque statement made Piglet shudder and bite her lip, but then she eyed the chains that kept him locked inside the shed.

“Caged Ivar,” she told him firmly and almost taunting, “crackbrained.” She added with a smile creeping up her face.

Ivar shot forwards, howling when he felt the cuts on his back stretch and was abruptly stopped a few inches in front of Piglet’s face.

“I will burn this castle down until there's nothing more than ashes,” he hissed, bearing his teeth. If he wanted, he could grasp Piglet, send her back to the ground and overpower her for daring to look at him so boorish. For a moment his hand twitched, but turned into a fist and slammed itself down into the sand.

“Ivar the martyr, Ivar the bloody,” Piglet belittled, “Ivar full of shit. Ivar slave. Ivar dog with muzzle.” She barked as she flinched back to avoid his fist smashing her nose.

“And what does that make of you then, huh Piglet?”, Ivar shouted. “You’re just a mediocre, foul bitch, with despoiled skin and seizures.”

“Still bitch without a leash,” Piglet informed him, mockingly. Her laughter echoed through the shed as she jumped the border of his box to avoid being hit in the face with Ivar’s bowl.

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A/N: Well that was almost half a chapter of them not getting into each other’s hair. So close. So the Djinn, I came up with this possibility a while back when I wondered where Piglet’s reselicance to keep Ivar alive comes from. She needed more than just a caring nature. Pity didn’t seem right, so I wanted to give her something inside of Ivar she’d recognize within herself. She’s an outcast, not just for her skin. She has a handicap too. What I liked in Vikings is how Ragnar explained to Ivar that his crippled legs were his strength. I still feel strongly that Ragnar only said this to coach Ivar into taking revenge. But still, a very strong message. So, basically we have two cursed outcasts versus a castle. I always love the underdogs.

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sole-cuore-amore-e-droga · 3 years

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Cyprus brings shampoo to Rotterdam 2021

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I FELL IN LOVE, I FELL IN LOVE, I GAVE MY HEART TO PRODUCT PLACEMENT.

Though I do see where they come from. Everyone from Panik Records, from her to Eleni Foureira featuring Perfectil on the “Fuego” MV, gonna need that sweet sweet money all of the time. But has Greece’s economy not really recovered for them to constantly need to advertise products on music videos or am I just losing my mind overthinking things?

Eitherway, this review may or may not appear before or during their rehearsal day, so see how do I make a fool of myself by trying to estimate Cyprus’s chances!

ARTIST & ENTRY INFO

This year we have a 26 year old Elena Tsagrinou from Greece here (the way they were last represented by a somewhat Cypriot on 2017?). She did music early on in her age, also participated in the Greek version of Got Talent. Though, before breaking out as a solo pop sensation in ways you cannot imagine, she used to be in a pop band OtherView. Strangely enough, I’ve heard of them because of this song below but I could’ve NEVER estimated it was her and never could have I predicted she would land herself a Eurovision entrance all alone:

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The band has had quite a few successful enough singles with her, she did some music shows participation and hosting, her band switched labels midway through (guess into which one they eventually landed, hint: some of the screenshots in this review have this peculiar logo), and in 2018, she had to “withdraw” from the group to go ahead and pursue the aforementioned solo career, somewhat. She continued doing a lot of shows (particularly seen on the MAD music channel related events), and doesn’t have as many singles as she had with OtherView right now, but she’s possibly well on her way to blossom as an artiste. Some of those reading (lol who am I kidding who even reads these) may be familiar with this little song of hers:

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You’ve heard way too many things about “El Diablo”, her 2021 entry, so idk if I feel like explaining the technical side of things all by myself or you already know everything. But in these reviews I repeat everyone else regardless, so let me just say that “El Diablo” is an obvious pop song, with a lot of Swedish related touches to it, because at least one person on this song also worked on Alvaro Estrella’s Melodifestivalen 2021 entry that glorifies at least a handful of the same cliches that “El Diablo” does lyrically. Dear Eurovision lyricists, you can use more foreign languages than Spanish for your obligatory foreign language incorporations, thanks~

Although I’m not sure about whether it is more Laurell Barker’s fault as much as it is Joker Thörnfeldt’s, but it’s easier to blame them equally, because the former probably came up with “ta-taco, tamale” and the latter couldn’t get enough of the word “mamacita” they used for the aforementioned Melodifestivalen entry. Anyway, the lyrics, from what I get, is that she’s in love with an eeeevil guy because he’s sweet talking her, they do some sexy stuff together (presumably), pour sauce on their bodies for no explicit reason other than “obligatory-foreign-reference-itis”, she’s breaking the rules (and idk if it was “mama-mamacita” telling her to do it), got the icy edges that the spicy is melting for her, throws eyelashes on the floor when she’s got no wigs to throw (but that doesn’t matter because even without a wig, she can flip her hair and make him look twice), and there’s as much as you need to know about the song’s lyrics as I feel like I should show to you, because eh. Eurovision has suffered from worse cookie-cutter lyricism through the years, “El Diablo” is painful but not the worst.

REVIEW

But I do like the song somewhat!

“El Diablo” was initially compared to Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” upon release, and I totally kind of see why, because in all the right spots you can absolutely hum over the chorus to that over the one of “El Diablo”’s, it just exchanges gratuitous French translation of one of the already sung lines on the bridge for obligatory inserted Spanish terms just for the sake of being trendy with the crowds of the nowadays, because as we learned nothing these days, having a lot of Spanish in your song is apparently trendy. And Elena does nothing absolutely batshit insane on the music video (other than advertising) - no lapdance for the devil Lil Nas X style, no being forced into a bath, no person to sell her body to (not even the titular diablo), no dancers that rise out of their Christian sleep pods. Just Elena singing behind lots and lots of trash bin bag wrap.

Honestly the bigger issue for me than the song being “sAtAnIc because it is called “the DEVIL!!!”, aside from the lyrics, is that the MV does not come with any forewarning whatsoever for the people that are seizure prone when they see strobe lights? And that happens for some extended periods of this clip? I know you are indulged in your advertising and good for you but don’t just care for the companies that pay you if you use their products, do care about people’s wellbeings too, sometime.

But enough about the MV.

The song is decently sounding. It has interesting uses of what sounds like hi-hats during the verses (e.g.: a moment when this happens for the first time on the song is after Elena sings “tonight we’re gonna burn in a par-tY” the second time, and then there’s something that sounds soaring - that’s what I think that the hi-hats did.). It also has some sort of a synth piano on the second verse to boost the song’s sound rather than just relying on 808s and beats. I quite like how the chorus is so instant somehow, idk why but it is for me. Might have a gripe with that childish choir singing “I LOVE EL DIAB-LO” in the tune of standard kindergarten children teasing tune (aka ”NA NA NA BOO BOO”), as well as the constant breathing sounds, but they don’t distract me from generally “fucking” with this song, lol. It’s just that likeable imo.

I just can’t cope with the fact that Cyprus can’t seem to dare to go at least a little bit original with their song, yanno? Ever since 2019 they were called out as being a ripoff of something... hell, everyone since 2016 except Eleni was a ripoff of something. Alter Ego? “Somebody Told Me” by The Killers. Gravity? “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man. Replay? “Fuego” itself. Running? “Lose Control”, Meduza x Becky Hill. Now we have a Lady Gaga song wannabe that even caught the attention of another singer that the music video looked like it was ripping off, and the Eurofandom caught up in hysterics:

Heads up, folks: not EVERY short haired blonde with messy hair, silvery tank top and shortpants that writhes on the floor is a Zara Larsson clone. And I don’t know who stirred controversy first - her or the fans - but this was ridiculous to see, even for me.

Although for a second I saw where they were coming from.

Now see why I want Cyprus to go original for at least once? Because I guess that the way “Fuego” was conjured up, it brought Cyprus so much success with how the package was, how Eleni sold it, and how the song sounded. You know the first thing of everything potentially going wrong for you later on is if you find the formula you’ve been looking for, but you proceed to be using the exact same formula that got you this far in the first place, without realizing what was it in the formula that you needed to bank on to further to make it click, but instead proceed to copy everything like it was an easy, fill-in-the-blank form. You can and should do better than that.

Though that doesn’t stop me from ranking it 11th this year.

Thing is, I really expected it to be the one female pop song of the year I would have the constant impulsive need to replay, replay, yeah. Ever since the chaotic entry MV drop that occured on some random-ass Cypriot TV show where three guys talked a lot (and before that, we got a cooking show), and kept growing increasingly agitated that no one is liking their show, until at some point one of them erupted in “IN TWU MEENETS... EL DIABLO... ON UR TEEVEE”; I was really devastated I couldn’t be able to break the replay button because of Panik Records deciding to rather benefit for themselves to have the MV on their app, then on Youtube, THEN on Spotify in that order. So I listened to a few video rips that I received / had for myself, and it was a fun time... until I realized the desire to play it declined much faster than I thought it would when it actually dropped on Spotify, oops. So I can’t really let myself rank it higher, when there are at least some catchier female bangers with better overall sound, better lyrics, and better multiple-replay factor. But I can’t really settle for a much lower rank for her than 11th, anyway. Girlbanger 2021 power y’all!

That and vocally she’s actually not that bad, even if she has shown up singing her song drunk in a handful of Instastories for some event of some party house, and at the time people overreacted, but I think that at least a large audience of those same people has collectively dropped their “Cyprus obvious NQ” talks come the pre-parties.

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Panik Records, when will you put the yeehaw El Diablo on streaming? Now THAT’S a version that has replay value, and I might never get bored of it instead :(

Approval factor: Yeah, there exists some for me in it Follow-up factor: CyBC did one of the nastiest in terms of following up their 2020 arc of “Bring Your Artist Back for Revenge Year” that was 2021, straight up ditching Sandro probably right after Eurovision was done (well it doesn’t look like the case because CyBC published a statement later, but I sense that it might’ve been the case), because “Running” wasn’t doing so well with the “YAS QUEEN” branch of the Eurofandom. Which sucks because Sandro would’ve actually been down to be asked again for Eurovision, as he revealed it to NikkieTutorials during many of her interviews with last year’s class of. “Agreement from both parties” my ass, unless Sandro secretly realized that like Tom Leeb, he was too busy for 2021 Eurovision, which I doubt. It actually sucks imo that Sandro can probably be considered as even a forever non-returnee, because Sandro is more of German roots than Greek, and if we learned anything about the Mukuchyangate 2021, is that Germany will never send a returning artist, at least one that didn’t represent their country first and foremost. So Greece could only ask Sandro nicely only if the contest comes on to Germany, I guess? How do you think they decided on getting Stefania, who still ever so regularly appears on Dutch music, to represent them this year? So on that regard the follow-up from CyBC stinks, eventhough I think that entrywise the follow-up was rather decent, at least in the usual Cypriot way of sending female pop (going from “Replay” to “El Diablo” which I like more than “replay”), and eventhough I’m falling out of the hype for Cyprus I once used to have, their 2015-2021 entry streak had entries that I largely feel positive for overall, so in that regard, the follow up is decent. Qualification factor: In a year of Semi 1 Female Banger Slaughterhouse, Elena goes out in my eyes with several scratches, but not enough to completely kill her chances. If anything, given the divisiveness of Ireland’s rehearsals, Elena is likely to obliterate any last memory of Lesley Roy any first time viewer has ever had, except for her stage graphics. Even if Elena’s staging will not be as mindblowingly cartooney as the last, once a bop comes on, everyone forgets the slower song and gives into the bop, at least that’s how the draws work when choosing what insignificant song to put on 2nd and wedge in between the opening banger and some lesser-key banger, right? I know that “Replay” barely qualified, but I find “El Diablo” slightly better, and it all goes well, it will barely just as qualify as well. Because in a Semi 1 Female Banger Slaughterhouse, she can’t be the losing one, really.

INTERNAL CORNER

I already told everything that was noteworthy about Elena’s journey in previous sections, honestly.

• That I said that CyBC likely ditched Sandro right after cancellation just like Hooverphonic ditched “Release Me” should they have had a chance to keep or toss their entry. It doesn’t present itself as the case, but I just feel like it is.

• That the song was revealed on a Cypriot talkshow where three dudes were aware that we were waiting for “El Diablo”, trying to throw some gratuitous English our way, hating that we didn’t like our show, but promising that “El Diablo” MV will be shown in “TWU MEENETS”, which wasn’t but worth the wait eh?

• That people were cackling at Zara Larsson joining in the talks of Elena’s MV having aspects of her own song’s MV plagiarized.

• That Elena performed her song in a private-ish event when drunk and having heaps of fun and people cried that it was gonna be a NQ.

And do I really need to elaborate about the local Cypriot church scandal? It just so happened that a bunch of people read into a song’s title so much, thought it was rude of their country to sing about the devil (eventhough the bigger offenses made here is the gratuitous Spanish more than anything), and hoped that the broadcaster will disqualify the very song they okayed to be internally chosen because they are displeased with it - and if it’s not disqualified, they even threatened to burn the headquarters down. No, really. That’s like the most amusing part of that whole spectacle. Imagine burning a broadcaster headquarters down for a song... if I did it for every favourite of mine that lost to other broadcasters, the broadcasters would run out of locations to rent, because everything else good is pre-occupied or the ashes of their lost headquarters staring back at them.

Imagine being toxicly Christian in 2021... How long until Elena’s face gets photoshopped on the main protagoniste of The Unholy?

ANY LAST WORDS?

Even if I’m with this song, part of me kind of wants me to fail to make Cyprus realize that their formula is starting to wear thin and they got to be somewhat of a versatile nation in Eurovision if they want to be on the radar of not just one specific niche. But then again, they learned nothing when they flopped with Tamta, because she sneakily qualified as opposed to failing even harder than Tulia, ah well. Will they ever learn?

But why would I openly wish this to a top 11 song of mine, oh dear. Good luck Elena, may God be on your side, I guess. :P

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live-laugh-lenney · 4 years

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REQUEST- Yo this might be kinda odd but could u do some angst with will and maybe like he has another seizure or something and ends up in the hospital and the reader has to stay with him,,, so it would kinda end up as fluff anyway :) ok thanks

Hi, hello!

My first Will request on this new blog - thank you so much for coming here and sending it in, lovely! Fingers crossed that this hits well and more ideas and requests come in because this is a new venture that I’m pretty excited about and I hope it does well.

Enjoy! x

YN didn’t hate a lot of things.

She disliked a lot of things and kept a mental list of anything and everything that had become a pet peeve of hers during the course of her life, especially as she endured adult life with the rollercoaster of ups and downs, but she never found herself at a point where she hated anything. Hatred was a strong word for her vocabulary and she didn’t use it lightly, never chucked it around whenever she voiced an opinion of something and she rarely used it in a jokey term... she needed a reason to hate something, or someone, and there had never been anything that tipped her over the edge.

But when it came to hospitals, with the linoleum floor and the smell of anti-bacterial hand-wash and the ominous silences that were filled with distant wails and cries and the intense sirens screaming from the ambulances arriving out front, then she would happily say she hated the place without a personal reason needed. They scared her (and she could probably thank her mother for that - the woman was obsessed with hospital dramas and all things doctor-related), they made her feel worried and nervous and all she could find herself doing is panicking if any one of her friends or family had checked into one or had been close enough to spend a night in there, let alone an hour.

So finding herself in the Royal London Hospital, closing in on midnight on a Friday night, was not where she had planned to be at the end of her day.

She’d known for the entirety of the week that Will was having a lad’s night out with his friends from university because it’s all he spoke about, every minute of the day. Their breakfast, lunch and dinner conversations were full of him chatting about what their plans were and how he couldn’t wait to see them after so long of being apart, how he couldn’t wait to introduce her to them as the girl who he was completely and utterly loved up with and how he was eager for them to share stories to prove to her he wasn’t such a bad bloke in his teen years and that she’d definitely had fawned and swooned for him if they’d known one another back then. She definitely would have, thanks to his mum for sharing the ever-so delightful puberty spurt he had growing up, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She’d known they were going for a drink, for a meal and that they were off to see the film in the cinema that he’d been desperate to watch for weeks (one that he wanted to watch with her but had been turned away once she saw the rather ominous, rather horror-fulled title poster for it).

What she didn’t know was that the scenes in the movie were triggering to someone like Will, who couldn’t handle insane amounts of blood and gore happening all at one, and that her easy-breezy day would soon end with her panic-stricken mind driving her crazy.

“Come sit over here,” Will croaked from his position on the bed, his hand holding a plastic cup of water whilst his other patted the empty space beside his hip, “please? You’re too far away. You look lonely over there.”

“I’m not talking to you, William,” YN grumbled, barely looking up from her phone as the screen kept her face illuminated; she was no doubt texting their friends to keep them updated because, even thought they insisted they’d wait, they’d been escorted home due to not being immediate family. “I’m angry with you. Let me be angry with you.”

“Can’t be too angry. You’re sat in the hospital with me,” he said.

His eyes stared at the top her head, full of hope that she’d look up and see just how fragile and soft and desperate he was for some loving, some affection, after the terrifying moment of a seizure, mid-film and in a room filled with avid horror fans who would most likely laugh in the face of emergency. He could see the knots that had formed in her hair after the drive from Canary Wharf to RLH, tendrils falling down the sides of her face as loose hairs fell from the messy ponytail she’d chucked her hair up into, her nails bitten and hang-nails bleeding from where she’d bitten and chewed out of pure anxiety. He recognised the black hoodie drowning her upper body and the grey joggers, that would usually be tucked into the bottom drawer of his wardrobe because they were too small for him, rolled up at her ankles. Except she didn’t look up and continued tapping her thumbs against her phone, no doubt moving onto his mum to explain just how much of a fool her son was.

“Please come and sit with me, babe.”

Silence fell through the room.

It was achingly silent, with the distant chatter coming from the nurses passing outside the room and the monitor beeping beside him at a consistent speed, and he hated it. That was the one thing he hated; her silent treatment after he’d done something stupid enough to put him in danger - and he got that plenty of times.

“I’m sorry, okay? It wasn’t my fault but I’m sorry,” he said softly, head rolling back against the pillow behind his shoulders. He felt water slosh from the side of the cup, dampening the white sheet covering him from his hips to his toes, eyes closing to shield his vision from the bright lights above him. “I didn’t know it was going to be that bad. If I’d have known, I wouldn’t have suggested we go and watch it.”

“You could have had an idea,” she scoffed, thumb pressing the lock button on her phone. She looked at him but not like he wanted her to. Her eyes were full of all kinds of emotions; anger, sadness, frustration, tiredness, happiness. All running mad behind her drooping eyes. “You knew it was a horror film by the poster. By the title. For God sake, Will. You must have had some idea.”

“It was a stupid idea,” he sighed, “the trailer never showed the gruesome parts. I though it was going to be a safe one.”

He brought his head up and looked in her direction when the heaviest scoff left her throat, rough and scratchy and almost tear-filled, hands braced on her knees as she pushed up and stood to her feet, tugging on the sleeves of the hoodie to cover her hands. He thought she was going home, and he wouldn’t have blamed her (he didn’t want her to either so he was desperate, pleading with his eyes, for her feet to move in his direction), but her bag stayed put and her feet took her just where he wanted her to go. Her features rigid, set hard upon her face, but eyes so soft and full of upset.

“A stupid idea, for sure,” she frowned, close enough to push a fist into his calf, “you’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

“A massive idiot. You’re going to put me in here one day because you’re such a massive idiot,” she hissed, although her actions seemed to mock her tone of voice as she perched herself down beside him and squeezed his hand, “say it so I know you understand.”

He smirked, “I’m a massive idiot and I don’t deserve to have someone as lovely and supportive as you in my life. You look after me and I-”

“Alright, shut up now,” she rolled her eyes and laced her fingers through his, taking his water from him and placing it beside the jug, “don’t scare me like this ever again. I mean it.” xx

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multifanficss · 4 years

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Emergency Room(BTS X READER)-07

A/N: Sorry this took some time, I just didn't have any ideas, but hope you enjoy it! Please vote/like, comment! :)

Today is Saturday and it is also Namjoon’s friend, Kim Seokjin, birthday celebration. I am very nervous because the only person who I know will be there is Namjoon. I plan to go for a bit not too much, since I am very tired from work. The clock read 4:30 and Namjoon had sent me a message that it began at 5:00 pm. I decided to go shower and put on a formal long dress. I am not really the type to wear dresses but this one had pockets and it was very pretty. After I dressed up, I did my hair and makeup. I looked at the time and it read 4:50. I decided to take a cab and headed to the place. I also got him a gift which was a nice watch and gift card, since I didn't really know what he liked.

I arrived at the place and got out of the cab. It was a very nice 2 story home. I rang the doorbell and Namjoon opened it. "Hello Y/N! I am so happy you came! You look nice." he said and hugged me. Then let me in and introduced me to His friend. "Y/N, this is Kim Seokjin, He's a plastic surgeon. Seokjin this is Y/N she is a general surgeon," he said and Seokjin lead out his hand. "Hello, it's nice to meet you, I've never seen you around the hospital before, are you new to Seoul?" he asked. "Hello, nice to meet you too, I am new I moved to Seoul around 3 months ago and its been my first week at work." "She works at the same hospital as we do," Namjoon said. Seokjin smiled, and I gave him his gift. "Thank you! I will open it later." The three of us continued to talk about our day and Seokjin would ask me questions as to where I was from and stuff like that.

After an hour or so the doorbell rang again. "Hold on I will get it," Namjoon said. About 20 seconds later we heard, "Happy Birthday Hyung." "Happy birthday!!!!!" from multiple voices. Then multiple people hugged Seokjin and I decided to step back a bit. Then I saw Dr.Min and Dr.Jung walk in. Dr.Min saw me in the corner standing there and walked over with Dr. Jung. "Hello, Dr.L/n, what brings you here?" Dr.Min said. "Don't be so harsh yoongi, Namjoon probably invited her." Dr.Jung said. "Yeah, Namjoon invited me but don't worry I don't plan to stay too long Dr. Min," I said and smiled. Then I saw Jungkook walk to me, "Hey y/n, nice to see you here. you look nice, I like your dress. How are you doing?" he asked and hugged me. "Hello Jungkook, nice to see you too, and thank you, you look nice too. I've been good just very tired," I said and he nodded. "Hey, it's Y/n!" I heard someone say and it was Jimin. He hugged me, and I saw Taehyung standing next to him. "Hello Y/N.," he said and looked away. Then Seokjin said it was time to eat.

I waited until everyone else sat down to sit. I ended up sitting next to Dr.Jung. He smiled, and we all ate and talked. After I finished I saw that the clock read 8:30. I realized that should get going. I stood up and said "well, I had a nice time with all of you but I have to leave early," I said and went to bit goodbye from everyone. "Why so soon, y/n?" Seokjin said and hugged me goodbye. "I just am very tired, but happy birthday." "okey, how are you going to go home?" he asked. "Oh ill just take a cab. no worries." "wait, ill take you," Taehyung said. "Yeah ill go with him." jungkook said. "Are you sure, I don't want to bother you.." I said. They nodded and said it was no problem. I said goodbye to everyone but didn't hug anyone else. I got in the car and they drove me to my apartment, it was silent.

end of y/n pov

Min Yoongi's POV

I felt bad watching her leave. I wanted her to stay, maybe I was being too harsh. After the door shut, I felt Hoseok look at me with disappointment and he was mad at the same time. "I wonder why she left so soon, we didn't even cut the cake...." Jimin said. I felt so bad and just decided to keep quiet, we all waited until Taehyung and Jungkook came back. Then we heard the door open and close. They both came back. "We are back," Jungkook said. "is she okey," Hoseok said. "I don't think so, she seemed sad, but we didn't talk about it, we dropped her off and she said thank you and got out quickly," Taehyung said. This guilt is eating me up alive.

End of Min Yoongis Pov

Y/N POV:

One week Later

Today I'm working in the inpatient center and will be performing a surgery along with Jungkook. The child has been suffering from abdominal pain and needs surgery since he is having liver and kidney issues however we need to run tests. Since mina has now returned she is back and working along aside me again along with Taemin. They both well together but do argue at times. I just finished my checkup on the child and decided to let him in observation with mina and Taemin until we understood clearly what was going on. "Okey, so please keep an eye on him, if anything strange begins to happen let me know right away. I will be back with Dr. Jeon and we will be back with the results and the pre-op.”

After I went to Dr. Jeon we began to discuss some of the possibilities and the test. The tests were not clear and very foggy. "He has some sort of liver failure which is causing him to have abdominal issues and have affected the kidneys, but his scans also show something else," he said as pulled them out and sat down to discuss. "This is showing he has no liver disease but has gallstones and his appendix looks quite big," he said. "These look totally different. like if they mixed them up,.." I said. "I am not sure, they said ...." that's when my pager went off and it was mina. "It's the boy," I told Jungkook and we quickly walked since we were close by. That's when we walked in and saw that the boy was having a seizure. "Call Dr. Min, we need to figure this out right now!" he said to Taemin. I turn to Mina and said, "What happened?!" I said. Mina seemed like she couldn't reply...all she said was

" I-..I-"

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soheila-1996 · 4 years

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My story- part two

Hi! Thank you all so much for all the lovely comments and support I got on the first part! It made me wanna write a second!

My little disclaimer:

I have epilepsy. This details my seizures, I can’t speak for everyone, everyone’s seizures/ experiences are different. This is graphic. Seizures are messy. They aren’t fun and it felt wrong to make it out to be cute when they really aren’t. Pretty much all the things that happen in the plot have happened to me. Well, I’m not married to a king or live in a palace so…there’s that but everything else is accurate. There may be some jokes about it here because I do joke about it sometimes. It makes me more comfortable and I find it helps relax everyone around me. I’m also writing about it because there really aren’t that many fics written about it and I think it’s important to shine light on it.

Any feedback would be really appreciated! :)

Tagging people who shared the first part. You don’t have to read it! I just thought you might want to see what happens: @kacie-0156, @texaskitten30, @cordonianroyalty, @kingliam2019, @bebepac, @kingliam-rys, @cordonia-gothqueen, @kimmiedoo5, @bbrandy2002, @loveellamae, @bobasheebaby

This is also part of wacky drabbles hosted by @emceesynonymroll. The prompt this week is: #38: Please don’t leave.

Paring: Liam and Riley

Warnings: Blood, hospital setting.

Word count: 5261

(Riley’s POV)

I woke up the next morning sore. Everywhere was achy. My tongue felt like it had been speared, I hadn't really noticed it the night before. I was so tired and still a little ‘seizure drunk’ that I hadn't realised.

I’m in my bed but I can’t remember coming to bed the night before. The last thing I remember is coming back to the apartment and explaining to everyone about my epilepsy then we decided to put a movie on- I must have fallen asleep and Liam probably had carried me to bed.

I really don’t deserve him.

I turned over to be met with empty cold sheets. His side of the bed was unmade so he had slept here but he was nowhere in sight. He was probably still mad. I don’t blame him. I'd be a little pissed had I just found out he had a serious medical condition that he never told me about.

I hate talking about it. I don't understand why though. It’s not something I can control or should be ashamed of but in a way I am. I’ve always longed to be normal and before last night everyone thought that I was and I, if i'm being honest, loved it. I revelled in being like everyone else for once.

I turned back onto my back, throwing my head back against the pillow as I let out a drawn out sigh. I feel like I’ve messed everything up. It’s like I’m back when I messed everything up with Tom, my ex, he found out about my epilepsy and left. I had a seizure in front of Ben, another ex, my high school crush, and like Tom, he left after saying some pretty disgusting things to me. I know that my seizures aren't pretty, I know they're scary but I have no control over them. If I had it my way I wouldn't have them.

Jacob- my last boyfriend before Liam, he wasnt as ignorant as the last two. He tried to be there for me like a normal boyfriend but he just couldn't seem to let it go. He was constantly on edge that I'd have a fit. Eventually, it got too much for the both of us and so our relationship came to an end. Now, I’m scared of what’s going to happen with Liam. I don't want to lose him. I love him more than I've ever loved anyone.

I’m just hoping we can find a way to move forward. Together.

A few minutes went by before I decided to throw the comforter off of me and get out of the bed. I winced slightly as I stood. I had forgotten how much my muscles always ache after a seizure. It’s horrible. All of it is horrible.

I opened the bedroom door after taking down my robe off the back then padded toward the kitchen. I lingered outside of the half-closed door when I heard Liam’s voice coming from inside.

“...That’s not the point Drake. The point is what if she had a seizure and no one was there or knew about it? What if she does have one and she’s alone? What if her stubborn nature comes out and she doesn't tell anyone when she’s not feeling well?”

I felt my heart sink down into my stomach. Liam is stressed anyway and I've just added to it. I feel terrible, physically and mentally. He doesn't need to constantly worry about me. I don’t want him to constantly worry about me, he’s my husband not my carer.

I needed to face the music so to speak so I pushed the door fully open. The squeaking of the door opening got both men's attention. It wasn’t until I was fully in the room I realised, Hana and Maxwell were also here too.

Everyone looked at me expectantly, “Liam, all I can do is tell you that I’ll be honest. I’ll tell someone when I'm not feeling well. I know you have no reason to trust me after the stunt I pulled last night but...I’m still the same person I was before last night. Please, please don’t treat me differently,” I’m pleading with him and my friends now although I know I don't really have a right to ask for anything not after all the chaos I’ve caused.

Liam and I briefly locked eyes. Liam sighed and opened his arms. “Come here.”

I didn't hesitate to walk into his embrace. I clung tightly to him. I’m scared and he’s the only thing that ever makes me feel safe. Like everything will be okay.

I felt him wrap his arms around me tighter and place a kiss on the top of my head. “You really scared me last night, Ri,” Liam told me quietly, “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He pecked my head again as he let me go and stepped back.I looked up to him and gave him a reassuring smile. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” I nodded, he raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m a bit sore but that’s normal.” Liam nodded. I understood his concerns about me not telling him about how I'm really feeling. I just have always found it difficult to be honest about it.

A few moments of awkward silence went by. No one knows what to say, I don’t know what to say or how we go from here. There’s no guide on what to do when your wife of two years drops an epilepsy bombshell.

Drake finally broke the silence, “His Majesty over here was just bragging about how, he, in his own words ‘make the best pancakes.’ We were just about to put that to the test, weren’t we Li? Before Brooks interrupted.”

I saw Liam’s eyebrows crease as he looked to his oldest friend. Drake shot him a look enough to tell him to just go along with it.

Liam smiled, it was his fake, forced one. I could always tell, his real one always showed his pearly white teeth and reached his eyes. This one his lips were in a tight line and his eyes didn't twinkle.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

I, of course, knew it was a cover but I was thankful for Drake’s distraction. Drake and I sat down on one side of the table and Maxwell and Hana on the other as Liam got started on mixing together the ingredients.

A little while later, we all had our own plates full with pancakes. We all dug in silently. It was awkward, not a comfortable silence at all.

I placed my fork down just as everyone else was just finishing there’s. I hadn’t finished all of mine, when I chewed the cut on the side of my tongue brushed painfully up against my teeth.

“Guys…,” I started but was promptly cut off by Maxwell. I could tell last night that he was hurt I didn’t tell him.

“Just promise us that you’ll tell us when you’re not feeling well next time, Little Blossom.”

“That and take your medication,” I heard Drake mumble from beside me.

“Okay,” I nodded, ignoring Drake’s snarky comment. “I’ll tell one of you.”

“Promise?” Maxwell asked me.

“I promise.”

Maxwell held out his pinky. I promptly wrapped my own little finger around his from across the table. “You can’t break a pinky promise,” Maxwell reiterated.

“I know, Max,” I sighed as I let go of him and placed both my hands back down into my lap.

“We’re all just worried about you,” Hana spoke up. I nodded in understanding. Here comes the pity party. “But we can get through anything together.”

We all stayed there for a little while, each of them reiterating how much they loved and supported me. They were honestly the best group of friends I could ever have asked for. They loved me no matter what and I loved them too.

Later that day, I discovered the surprise Liam had in store was a trip to go to our honeymoon island in a couple weeks time. Our diaries were both packed and that was the only time we could make the trip. Leo and Katie also had headed back to the States that evening.

They had all checked in now and again but not too annoyingly. It had been a bit overboard over the first couple of days but their overprotectiveness was easing off a bit. Thankfully.

I still was having trouble sleeping and not getting enough so I started sometimes having a nap during the day when I had the time to do so. Liam had taken on some of my responsibilities, I hadn't been pleased about that but I needed to sort my sleep out and he was aware that a lack of sleep and stress was a massive trigger for me.

Everything had changed that night but nothing really changed- if that makes sense? For two years my condition had been my dirty little secret and now it was finally out in the open, I was hardly going to go shouting it from any rooftops anytime soon but I felt much closer to everyone. I hadn't realised how much I had been distancing myself.

Liam had taken it better than I had expected. He, of course, was worried but he didn't overwhelm me with it. He asked me questions about it as well as doing research on my type of seizures to try and understand as much as he could. He wasn't like Jacob, he could at times be overbearing with his desire to know everything about my condition.

If I was honest all of my friends had been phenomenal. It was only our tight knit group that knew about it still. I didn't feel a need to announce it to an entire country and so I didn’t.

All in all, I felt better than I had for a long, long time.

I still should have told everyone about it at the beginning but my fear that they’d see me differently, that they’d treat me differently had gotten in the way but they had all proven me wrong time and time again.

It was the day of The Five Kingdoms festival, It had originally meant to have been a few weeks ago but the weather had been appalling so it was rearranged for a day with much nicer, inviting weather. It's the only day of the year that the palace is open to the Cordonian Public so naturally we wanted as many of our citizens as possible to attend.

Liam and I had been gallivanting around the palace grounds, playing games and talking with our people. It was the normalcy that I had always wanted, with a husband who didn't treat me like I’m made of glass.

A little while later, I slipped back inside the palace and headed to the nearest toilet which ended up being in my apartment. I’ve lived here for two years and I still don't know where anything is. I needed to go and couldn't hold it in any more. I had tried to find one of my friends or husband just to let them know in case they needed me but the crowd was massive so it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack so I headed in on my own. It wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t need a babysitter.

I had just done what was needed and was standing by the sink, washing my hands when I felt my stomach roll.

Oh no.

I, initially, ignore it. I had been ignoring feeling sick for a little while, I thought it was just because I haven't eaten much today but then my arms started to go numb and I know what’s coming. I’m all alone and I know I won't be able to make it to Liam or one of my friends in time.

“Oh no, no, ” I whispered to myself. I reached into my back pocket in my pants and pulled out my cellphone as I carefully lowered myself down onto the cold, bathroom tiles.

Still sitting up, I unlocked my phone and looked for Drake’s contact. I know Liam doesn't take his phone with him to royal events.

I fumbled with the device, my arm doesn't want to cooperate properly. I hit a contact, I just hope it’s the correct one.

Everything is becoming confusing again. I lie down with the phone beside me. I don’t really remember where I am and why I’m here.

I heard the phone ringing in the distance and Drake’s gruff voice come through on the other end. “Brooks?”

I don’t know what to say, I’m not sure what to say so I don’t talk. “Brooks, are you okay?”

I try to speak but it comes out as a whimper. Why is this happening again?! I took my meds, I followed the rules!

Drake’s tone changed, “Brooks, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

It takes more effort than it should but I manage to get out a jumbled sentence, “I dun’t feel good,” my voice is slurred, I’m talking like a child.

I vaguely hear Drake curse. “Okay...Where are you?” He sounds out of breath to me.

I looked around me. I’m not sure where I am.

Am I on the ceiling?

I don’t understand.

My head fell to the side, no I'm on the floor, I’m sure. It’s cold under my back. I still can't figure it out though.

I can’t think.

I can’t tell Drake where I am!

“I-I don-” I started, my voice is so slurred I don't think Drake can understand me. “S-scared,” I squeaked. That's all I know right now. I’m scared.

“I know. It’s going to be okay.” I don’t remember Drake’s voice being so echoey. “Riley, listen to me...you need to tell me where you are.”

Drake’s not here but I can hear him. How?

I feel myself beginning to gag and I’m sure Drake hears it too because he’s telling me to roll over onto my side. That’s hard. My limbs don't want to cooperate but I manage it and the vile stuff easily flows out of my mouth.

My fear mounts. What’s happening to me?!

I can’t focus on anything, my eyes are darting around the room. It’s making me more dizzy and disoriented but I need to know where I am.

“Li-” I’m trying to talk again but my voice is still jumbled.

“It’s Drake,” he told me. Drake? I don’t understand. It sounds familiar but I can't picture him.

I- Where am I?

I try to move but I can’t. My limbs feel heavy and I don’t have the strength to lift them anymore.

I just want this all to stop!

(Drake POV)

I’m weaving in and out of the crowd around me, my phone still against my ear. Riley’s scared whimpers coming through from the other end. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. Riley is like my sister and she’s scared, in trouble and I don’t know where she is so I can help her. I need to find Liam and I need to find her but I don’t know where either of them are!

I know she’s still conscious, she’s mumbling something incoherent. I’m trying my best to reassure her but I don’t think she understands.

Finally, I found Liam. He’s apple bobbing with someone. I ran over to him, Bastien is standing near him and is the first to notice the panicked look on my face. I walked past Bas and straight to Liam, I tapped him on the shoulder. He immediately stood back up to his full height turning to face me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked me, his eyebrow creased with concern.

“It’s Riley,” I told him. I quickly passed him the phone as we stepped away from the now curious onlookers. “I can’t get her to tell me where she is. I think she's going to have a seizure.” Liam eagerly took the phone out of my hand, putting it immediately to his ear.

(Liam’s POV)

Drake had just handed me his phone telling me that my wife was going to have a seizure and nobody knows where she is!

I can hear her scared whimpers coming through the other end. “Love? Riley, can you hear me?” I asked. Panic is evident in my tone but I’m really trying to keep myself composed.

I really am.

Last time was terrifying but at least that time people were there to help her. I was there to help her. This time nobody is there to help.

“Riley?” I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I’m sure it's about to come right out of my ribcage if it carries on.

Drake, Bastien and I are now walking inside the palace. It was only Riley’s voice coming from the other end so we made the evaluation that she wasn’t outside in the crowd and must be back in the palace somewhere.

She’s not talking but I can hear her crying. “Love? Riley, can you talk to me please?”

“I don–” I heard her stutter. I can hear in her voice that she’s scared and confused. “What is…? I don’t…” She said, trailing off.

“Riley, it’s okay,” I told her but it’s not. None of this is okay, “You’re just a little bit confused, sweetheart. That’s all.”

Through her sobs she said, “Li? I don’t feel good.”

“It’s okay, Riley. It’s all going to be alright,” I told her, trying to soothe her. We’re still walking around the palace- well, actually we're running around like mad men but we need to find her.

So many things are going through my head, so many worst case scenarios. I can barely hear myself think. I just need to find her, if I find her It’ll all be okay.

“Li, I dun’t feel glood,” She told me again. Her words have become more jumbled now. She’s speaking to me like a child who's just learning their first words. That’s okay though, I know she’s still awake and I’ve still got time to find her.

I froze mid-step as I heard her crying stop and then less than a second later, heard the sickening sound of her limbs flailing and hitting the floor below her. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” I whispered to myself.

My eyes widened as my panic mounted.

I listened closely, hearing for anything that could suggest where she is..then I heard it, dogs barking in the background.

She’s in the apartment!

I started running, not giving Drake or Bastien any indication of where I was going or an explanation.

I was on the other side of the palace!

I don’t think I've ever ran this fast in my life. I can hear Drake and Bastien behind me, I assume they’re both aware of what’s happening by now. I can still hear her limbs hitting the floor and the dogs barking in the background.

I’m really starting to panic. My legs aren't taking me to our apartment fast enough. I need to get to her! Now!

Another minute, another minute too long and I finally rounded the last corner, it took me slightly off balance as my left foot skidded but I managed to get back on track.

My lungs feel like they’re screaming for air but I don’t stop. I can see the door now!

Finally, I reached it and threw it open. I was greeted by both of the also panicked looking corgis, scratching at my legs. I looked around, she’s not in the living room, kitchen, bedroom.

I left the bedroom and headed down another little corridor and saw the bathroom door closed. I don't waste any time opening it.

I opened it hurriedly but cautiously. I don't know where she is and I don’t want to hurt her. Luckily, she’s in the middle of the floor. She’s not seizing anymore, she’s laying flat on her back. Her eyes are slightly open but I don't think she’s awake.

I don’t waste any time getting down on my knees beside her. I quickly placed Drake’s phone down away from us, there’s a little bit of blood pooling out from the corner of her mouth and I notice the sick on the other side of her. I don’t know how long she’s been laying here like this. The phone had cut off a little while ago.

I quickly pull her towards me, over onto her side. A little bit of blood flows from her mouth and onto the bathroom floor tiles.

Something feels really wrong to me. Her breathing isn't right. I placed my hand on her chin and opened her mouth properly. She gags and coughed as more of the blood tinged spit came out.

“It’s alright, Love,” I whisper quietly to her.

(Riley’s POV)

My eyes fluttered open slightly. Whatever I’m laying on is cold beneath me. I can see a figure in front of me only a few inches away and that’s when I start to panic .

My vision is disfigured.

I can’t hear.

I can’t move.

I feel something behind me, jumping up on me. I don't know what it is but I don’t want it touching me!

What is it?!

Get it off!

I try to squirm away and whatever I was is pulled away from me. I didn’t get far, I’m so tired and my body doesn't want to cooperate with me.

Why is it so hard to breathe?

I look around again, there’s something by my face which I soon discover is my own hand.

What’s happening to me?

I can feel somebody touching me- that figure in front of me placed a hand on my arm. I try to get away but I’m unable to.

….Why can’t I breathe properly?

It feels like I’ve drank some water and it’s gone down the wrong way. I’m coughing and gagging, trying to get rid of this feeling but it’s not going away. Why isn't it going away?!

My mouth hurts, stung by what tastes like vomit.

My hearing starts to return to me and my vision begins to sharpen. The figure in front of me moves so their face is in my eye line. It’s Liam.

I still don’t understand what’s happening. All I know is that it’s hard to breathe. Why?

My ability to think hasn't quite returned to me yet. I don’t remember how I ended up here.

I’m staring at Liam now as I splutter about, trying to get air to my agitated feeling chest. I think he’s figured out that i can see and hear him now. He slightly titles his head at me, giving me a soft, comforting smile.

“Hi, love. It’s okay. I’m here now.”

I gripped at my chest. Good, my arms are working again. “ C’breathe,” I tried to say. My sentence was rudely interrupted by a choking sensation that i tried to swallow down but that just made me cough more

I’m still really confused. The last thing I remember is just a sense of dread, pure fear.

“What’s hap-” My sentence is cut off by another coughing fit. I felt him as he started running his fingers soothingly through my hair.

“You had a seizure,” he explained to me calmly,” But you’re okay now.” I nodded, it all slowly but surely starting to come back to me.

(Liam’s POV)

It really is breaking my heart to see Riley struggling and I can’t do anything to help her. I wish I could take all of her pain away from her. She’s the most amazing person I've ever met and doesn't deserve this.

She seems drowsier to me than she did last time. While Riley was waking up Bastien had told me he had called an ambulance as a precaution while we were looking for her and now it’s looking like it’s actually needed. She really is struggling to breathe properly.

A few minutes go by and she’s still not fully alert. Her eyes looked up to meet mine, her eyes fluttering as another coughing fit. I smiled reassuringly down at her, “It’s okay. Paramedics are coming and they’re going to help you breathe better, okay?” She nodded sleepily.

She coughed again and foamy, blood tinged spit came out. I could see her trying to turn further onto her side but she was struggling. Too weak to do the task on her own. I help her gently back over.

“Liam,” She gasped as she finished emptying out what she could.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” I gently rubbed her shoulder as I tried to soothe her the best I could. I feel powerless.

I heard some voices outside of the bathroom- one I recognize and two I didn’t. Drake had taken the dogs away, so they weren't being a nuisance and Bastien had been waiting for the paramedics to arrive, which was who I presumed who he was showing in now.

Riley flinched when the sound of boots and the rustling of bags could be heard, as the medics made their way into the bathroom. I had moved out of the way and sat down by her feet. I kept a comforting hand on her calf so she knew I was there and wasn’t going to go anywhere.

It was like I was trapped inside of my own head again, like I had been the first time I had witnessed it. It’s the worst feeling in the world when someone you love more than anything is struggling and there’s nothing you can do to help them.

I hate this.

I had seemed to have zoned out, getting trapped back inside my head, where so many scenarios were racing. The paramedics were treating my wife with a level of urgency that scared me. They had mentioned being concerned about how she was breathing and made quick work of getting out of the palace and into the awaiting ambulance.

I should have been there! If I had been there then this wouldn’t be happening right now. I should have been there to protect her!

After a quick ride in the ambulance, we arrived at the hospital, where doctors and nurses immediately got to treating my wife.

Like I had guessed, she had aspirated on her blood and spit. After I found out about her epilepsy I had done a lot of research and looked into possible complications. I knew that having that much fluid in your lungs is dangerous. The doctors had kept her on oxygen and given her some medication. She could breathe easier now, thankfully.

Riley was stable now and had been admitted. I was just relieved that she was going to be okay. I was so, so scared when Drake initially told me and then when I found her that fear only tripled.

The entire experience had been traumatising for both me and her.

I never wanted to let her out of my sight again if I’m being honest. I don’t ever want her to be scared, alone and in danger like that ever again. I don't ever want to fail in helping her again. It feels like I’ve failed to protect the one person that means the absolute world to me. The only person that I’m sure I wouldn’t ever be able to live without. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that.

I headed down the hospital corridor to her room. She was fast asleep in the bed. She looked so tiny and vulnerable. I hate seeing her like this.

Drake had kindly dropped off a bag for us both, I placed it down by the chair beside her bed as I sunk down into it. It was now the early evening. I’m not entirely sure what had happened with the festival after I left. All I had been told was that Madeleine had ‘handled it’ whatever that meant.

I keep thinking over what happened today. This all could have gone very, very differently.

I try hard to keep back the tears pricking at my eyes but I ultimately fail. I can’t keep them in. I’m so scared of something happening to Riley, like what happened today, or something so much worse. I’m scared of losing her. She means everything to me.

I quietly get to my feet. I’m planning on just going for a little walk to clear my head. She’s asleep and I know she’s safe here. As I’m about to walk away her hand gripped onto my wrist. I stopped and looked down at her.

Her eyes sleepily opened fully, “Please don’t leave.”

“Okay,” I said, sitting back down in the chair and looking over at her.

Riley rubbed at her tired eyes then scooted over in the bed. She patted the space next to her, “Get in with me,” she ordered me so of course I complied after slipping my shoes off. I wrapped my arms around her as she rested her head against my chest.

We lay like that for a few minutes. The silence was broken when I couldn't hold in a sob anymore. Riley sat up slightly, looking up at me. She took one of her hands and wiped away the tear that was falling down my cheek.

I don’t understand how she’s doing this. I’m supposed to be comforting her, not the other way around.

“I love you,” I blurted out. My voice cracked and my bottom lip quivered.

“I love you too,” She said, as she snuggled up closer against me.

I sniffled then wiped at my now irritated, red, puffy eyes. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry.”

(Riley’s POV)

I’m so overwhelmed with guilt right now. I knew this would happen if Liam were to ever find out. I knew he’d blame himself for everything, he always does. It breaks my heart to know my husband is devastated because my brain can't just behave itself.

This is what I was more scared of.

I’ve always been treated differently because of my condition- the sad thing is I’m used to it. It’s been a part of my life since I was a little kid. It’s all I really know. I could deal with Liam being overprotective- well, more than he already is to begin with over him being heartbroken over something, neither him or myself, can control.

I snuggled closer against him. I just want to be close to him right now.

A short while later, Liam’s sniffling stops and I look up at him again. Tears are pricking at my eyes as I figure out how to word my next sentence of the offer I had been thinking over and over for the last few minutes. “I don’t want to hurt you…” Damn, the tears are already starting to flow. “If you love someone then you let them go...I’m giving you an out because I don’t want to hurt you. I-I don't want this stupid condition to ruin your life too.”

Liam didn't say anything to start with. My heart sinks as I think he’s considering my offer. Unexpectedly, he pulled me tighter against him and pecked the top of my head. “I’m never going to leave you. I love you too much to let you go.”

I let out a loud half laugh, half-cry of relief. I don’t want to lose him either. Saying that sentence obliterated my heart.

I sniffled, “I love you too much to let you go too.”

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gleefuldarrencrissfan · 4 years

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Rim Job is finally complete!

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Chapter 5- Payback

“Blaine, honey. Look at me, please. I promise that it’s fine,” Kurt pleaded at his boyfriend who was buried under a stack of blankets. “Please.”

A muffled voice came out from under a pile of blankets. “I can’t. I won’t ever be able to look you in the eye ever again,” Blaine groaned. “It’s mortifying.

“You can’t look me in the eye anyway, shortie.” Kurt teased, gently tugging at the blanket that was on top. “It’s ok. It happens. People fart.”

“But not in their boyfriend’s mouth.” Blaine sighed, letting his hand poke out of the blanket a little to swat at his boyfriend and immediately cover himself back up.”

“If you don’t come out of there, I won’t be able to finish what we were doing.”

Blaine popped out of the blankets sheepishly so that his boyfriend could see the shock on his face. “Wait, you want to continue? Even after I- did that?”

Kurt took his boyfriend’s hand in his. “Of course I do. It was an accident. It’s not something you’ll make a habit of. And it’s not like I’ve never farted during sex.”

“You have?” Blaine’s eyebrows arched in confusion. I never noticed.”

“That’s because you are very loud in bed. Although it’s happened more than once and I was sure you noticed.”

“If I did, it wasn’t what I was focused on. I focus on the noises coming out of your mouth and the expressions on your face.”

“Likewise. Actually, had you not jerked away from me and buried yourself under a mountain of blankets, I would’ve never brought it up,” Kurt explained.

“So you aren’t disgusted?” Blaine questioned, turning his head to look his boyfriend in the eye.

“No. Intimacy is messy. That’s why it’s meant to be private. Shared only between the two of us. I couldn’t be grossed out because it’s you. Remember that night that you got drunk at Rachel’s party.” Blaine blushed in embarrassment. “You threw up on my Doc Martens. That was gross, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to be with you.”

“I threw up on your shoes and you still wanted to date me?”

Kurt nodded. “Because you’re you. I love you, Blaine. All of you, even the messy, stinky, or awkward parts of you, if I didn’t make that obvious by what we’ve done this weekend. I wouldn’t just agree to wax my ass for anyone. And I definitely wouldn’t give just anyone a rim job. Only you.”

Blaine smiled. “So you didn’t hate it?”

“Are you kidding? I”ve never been so turned on in my life. I thought your dirty talk was erotic before, but damn, Blaine. Your mouth can get absolutely filthy, Mr. there are certain words I try not to say,” Kurt teased as he kissed Blaine’s cheek. “It was so sexy. I kinda came on your sheets. The ones you’re wrapped up in right now.”

Blaine stared at his boyfriend in disbelief. “Wait! You came? I didn’t even touch you,”

“On contraire, the way you pulled my hair, scratched my back. It was the sexiest I’ve ever seen you, with your legs spread open for me, ass in the air, smooth and perfect. You’re gorgeous, Blaine, and I loved every moment of it,” Kurt explained, kissing Blaine square on the lips. “In fact, I think I’m ready to pick up where we left off. Bend back over so we can continue where we left off,”

“Hell yes,” Blaine sputtered as practically yanked the rest of the blankets off and let them drop to the floor as Kurt pushed him back on the bed.

“Roll over, baby, so I can fulfill your fantasy.”

“Kurt,” Blaine took his boyfriend’s hand lovingly in his own. “Really, we don’t have to finish if you don’t wan-”

He was answered by Kurt flipping him over and pulling him to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor. “Less talkin’ unless you’re telling me what you want me to do to you. Tell me, Blaine.” Kurt said, blowing hot breath over Blaine’s parted cheeks. “What do you want right now.”

“Your tongue, on my ass. Please,” Blaine begged.

“As you wish,” Kurt said, and then proceeded to lick at the pink asterisk that was so plainly on display in front of him. Kurt started with a kitten lick, tentative and slow. “Like this?”

“Kurt, you little tease, like before. Harder.”

Kurt ran his tongue in the crease of Blaine’s thigh. Right here?” he teased again. Kurt felt Blaine’s body shiver underneath him.

“Tickles,” Blaine chuckled. “Kurt, please, don’t tease.”

“Then say it. Say what you want me to do to that gorgeous pink hole of yours.

“Lick it, baby,” Blaine whined. “Lick it like it’s mocha flavored ice cream. Run that gorgeous pink tongue all over it.”

“Right here,” Kurt questioned as his tongue ran slickly over Blaine’s puckered hole.

“God Yes, Kurt! Like that. Right there. Right there.” Blaine hollered, his head jerking back as Kurt licked at Blaine’s entrance, lapping it in long strokes first and then adjusting to short, flicking motions with his slick, wet tongue.”

“Yes, Kurt! Yes! Fuck me with your perfect tongue. Please!” Blaine panted, his voice cracking at the end. “So perfect.”

“God Blaine, yes! Kurt said as thrust his tongue inside Blaine’s hole, lathing it with his saliva as he jerked his own erection.

“So close,” Blaine moaned, his body spasming and thrashing against the mattress. “I’m gonna-”

Blaine didn’t even get to finish his sentence as stars shot in front of his eyes and the most intense orgasm he had ever had exploded in every nerve in his body.

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“Blaine! Blaine! Baby? Are you ok?”

Blaine opened his eyes to his boyfriend stroking his face. “Did I black out?”

Kurt nodded. “You scared me for a second there. I thought you might have had a seizure or something. You just got really quiet, but I didn’t worry quite as much when I saw the wall.”

“It hit the wall?” Blaine’s head jerked around so he could see where Kurt pointed.

Kurt nodded. “Yep. But I cleaned it up. You’ve been out for like five minutes. Was it really that good?”

“I didn’t get to finish with you yesterday, but yes, it really was. And now, I get to show you, after a few more minutes of recovery,” Blaine smiled as he rested his head on Kurt’s milky, white chest. “Would you like me to?”

Kurt nodded. “It actually felt pretty amazing for me too. Until Cooper barged in on us. Where is he, by the way? He hasn’t barged in on us once today.”

“Oh shit!” What time is it?”

At that exact moment, Kurt heard a buzzing. “Is that your phone?”

“Nightstand,” Blaine pointed. “I turned off the ringer so that we didn’t get interrupted. He’s called three times and sent seven texts. I hope he’s alright.”

“What’s wrong?” Kurt inquired, pulling on his underwear. “Is he ok?”

“He left a message,” Blaine said as he cleaned himself with the damp cloth that Kurt had set aside for them. “Oh God! He went for the wax without me.”

“Is he mad?”

“He sent a video message.”

Cooper popped up on the screen, waving wildly as he sat shirtless on a massage table while a few women busied themselves with tasks in the parlor. “Hey Squirt! Thanks for making the appointment for me. I know you said you’d go with me, but it sounded kinda awkward to have my brother come with me while I get my ass waxed so I went without you. I decided to get my chest waxed too. They told me I’d be three times sexier if my rock hard chest was smooth. I asked one of the ladies to record it so you could see the results. So far, It’s not so bad,” Cooper said as a pretty Asian woman slathered the wax on his chest. “They tried to get me to shave it first but I told them I could take it. The wax actually feels pretty- HOLY SHIT!” Cooper screeched as the lady ripped off the large strip of wax near his nipple. “ BLAINE, YOU LITTLE JERKOFF! THAT HURTS LIKE HELL! TURN IT OFF! HELL NO, I'M NOT LYING BACK DOWN. AND THERE’S NO WAY IN HELL YOU’RE JERKING THE HAIRS OUT OF MY ASS. BLAINE, I’M KICKING YOUR ASS WHEN I GET HOME. ACTUALLY, NO. I HAVE A BETTER IDEA.”

The video ended abruptly.

Kurt fell back on the bed laughing. “Oh my God! That was priceless. Did you tell them to do that?”

Blaine nodded as a massive grin spread across his face. “Next time, he’ll call first,” he chuckled.

He sounded pretty pissed. What do you think he might mean by saying that he had a better idea.”

“I don’t know. It’s Cooper. Remember when he got the bright idea to try to sneak backstage at that Queen concert because he was “famous” enough that the security guard would just let him back.”

“How long is banned from the Nationwide Arena?” Kurt laughed.

“Until 2022,” Blaine chuckled. “If his big idea is as well thought out as that one, we have nothing to worry about. Besides, don't you always say that karma’s a bitch?”

“Almost as big of one as I can be,” Kurt added with a smile.

“You are not a bitch unless someone deserves your wrath, and then you just dish out what’s coming?” Blaine said, kissing Kurt with a loud mwah sound.

“And you know what should be coming right now? Me. I believe we have unfinished business,” Kurt growled, pulling Blaine down on top of him.

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Half an hour later, both boys are lying naked on Blaine’s bed, kissing lazily, loosely wrapped up in a thin sheet. Kurt let out a sigh and kissed Blaine squarely on the lips.

Kurt sighed as he kissed Blaine sweetly on the forehead. “Now I get it. The reason you blacked out. That was amazing, Blaine. Totally worth the waxing, although I probably won’t endure that again.”

Blaine nuzzled Kurt’s cheek. “I told you that you didn’t need to do it just for me. It’s up to you. I put the wax away in the bathroom cabinet in case you want to do it again.”

“Did you push it to the back? I don’t want your housekeeper or your mom finding it and asking us where it came from. It was bad enough when Lupe found our lube and told your mom about it.” Kurt chuckled as his fingers caressed his boyfriend’s bare chest.

Blaine nodded to signify that he agreed. “That was mortifying. I got “the talk” after that.”

“Oh please. My dad gave me the talk after you decided that he needed to give me one. It couldn’t have been been as bad as the one my dad gave me. There were pamphlets. How could your experience be worse than mine.”

“My mom gave me a family-sized box of condoms and then demonstrated how to put one on using a banana.”

Kurt laughed. “Oh my god. That is so much worse,” That’s the reason you almost upchucked when I suggested banana splits that weekend.” Kurt chuckled.

Blaine nodded as Kurt’s phone beeped. “Hey, no phones when we’re messing around,” Blaine reminded Kurt.

I’m sorry but it’s buzzed three times. I figured it might be important. He grabbed his phone and started checking his notifications. “Hey, Cooper posted something on your Twitter wall,” Kurt said with a smile.

Blaine reached over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. “I hope it’s the waxing video. That was hilari-” Blaine froze. “Oh my God! Kurt, did you read it? He tagged us both.” Blaine asked, thrusting his phone in Kurt’s face.

“Oh my God! I’m going to kill him!”

Cooper Anderson aka slash savings: So I have a big announcement. I’ve got a gig on a brand new show that will air next summer. Thanks to my baby bro, Blainey and his beau, Kurt Hummel, for the advice on rimming. Apparently, my gaybies are sexperts after what I walked in on yesterday.

Underneath was a photo of Blaine bending over a very bare looking Kurt. It was obvious that they were naked even though Cooper had blacked out the boy’s asses.

“Oh my God! It’s a public post. And he crossposted on Facebook!” Blaine exclaimed, scrambling out of bed, the sheet barely wrapped around him. “I’m going to kill him, he said as he grabbed his laptop off of the nightstand and jerked it open. He opened his Twitter and pulled up his account.

“You?” Kurt shrieked. “The girls, Mr. Shue! My dad. They’re all on Facebook. I’ll never be able to show my face again. Can you delete it?”

“It’s not my post. Oh my God. He posted twenty minutes ago. People have already started replying.” Blaine exclaimed as he scrolled through the tweets.

N. Puckerman, Mercedes Jones and 33 others like this.

Brittany S. Pierce: No fair! When Kurt and I were dating, I couldn't even get him to lick my armpits. :(

Rachel Barbara Berry: @Brittany S. Pierce. Ew!

Finn Hudson: Oh God! That’s my little brother! I’ll never unsee that!

Fair Porcelain @Finn Hudson: I’m six months older than you.

Santana Lopez @Finn Hudson: Judging by how much of your little brother Coop blacked out, there’s nothing little there.

Puckerman aka Puckasaurus: Dude. How do you squeeze all of that into those tight ass pants you wear? Emphasis on a tight ass. @Blaine Warbler: seems you loosened him up a little, in more ways than one.

Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix: Wanky!

Finn Hudson: I’m outta this conversation.

Mercedes Jones: Do I even want to know what rimming means?”

Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix: It’s some kinky shit. Pun intended.

Kurt Hummel@ Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix, you said your lips were sealed!

Santana Lopez@ FairPorcelain apparently Blaine’s weren’t and neither is your ass. Get it Kurt!

Fair Porcelain@Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix, remember our conversation in the car. I’d check all your products and hair care products for the next six months. Payback’s a bitch.

Santana Lopez @Fair Porcelain: Shutting up.

Fair Porcelain@Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix, Too Late!

Puckerman aka Puckasaurus @FairPorcelain: No reason to get all anal on us, just Blaine. LMAO.

Artie Abrams: I knew they had to be getting it on since after West Side Story, yo. I mean with the way Blaine’s dancing has gone from boy band corny to some hip thrustin’ action.

Rachel Barbara Berry: Oh my god! This is my best friend. How am I ever gonna look at him straight again?

Puckerman aka Puckasaurus@ Rachel Barbara Berry: No worries. Judging by that angle, Blaine doesn’t look at him straight either! 8^D

Quinn Fabray: It looks like with your flexibility and willingness to show some skin, Sue might want to recruit both of you for the Cheerios.

Fair Porcelain: This was supposed to be private.

N Puckerman aka Puckasaurus @ Fair Porcelain: Oh trust me. We see privates.

Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix: Wanky!!!!!!

Blaine Warbler @ Cooper Anderson slash savings: WHAT THE HELL, COOP! THIS IS INEXCUSABLE! TAKE IT DOWN THIS INSTANT.puckerman aka Puckasaurus: Take it down. Oooh! I bet that’s what our boy Kurt said.

Fair Porcelain @ N. Puckerman aka Paulasaurus: Oh shut it!

Puckerman aka Puckasaurus: I guarantee that Anderson didn’t say that!

Blaine Warbler @ N. Puckerman aka Puckasaurus: Stop 🛑!

Puckerman aka Puckasaurus: I guarantee he didn’t say that either!

Fair Porcelain @ N Puckerman aka Puckasaurus: Butt out!

Artie Abrams aka Captain Wheelie: Another thing I bet Blaine said at that particular moment. :^D

Fair Porcelain: I hate you all right now, especially you@ Cooper AndersonSlash savings

Cooper Anderson slash savings@ Fair Porcelain: It looks like you were lovin' My Little Blainey boy very much in that moment!

Blaine Warbler @ Cooper Anderson slash savings: I’M WARNING YOU! TAKE IT DOWN RIGHT NOW!

Cooper Anderson slash savings @ Blaine Warbler: Or What, Squirt? :^D

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Cooper chuckled to himself as he read the comments on his Twitter page. It was just a joke. He was totally going to take it down. Eventually. Once the sting from the waxing subsided. He winced as he softly rubbed over the bare spot on his chest. All of a sudden, his phone began ringing. He answered it without even looking, which he immediately regretted doing when he heard the high pitched squeal from the other side of the line.

“Oh My God! Is this Cooper Anderson? From the Free Credit Rating Today Dot Com Commercials? I can’t believe that you tweeted that video with your phone number! My girlfriend Celeste, well, my bff, not my girlfriend, girlfriend, said that I shouldn't call because a real celebrity wouldn’t actually tweet his phone number, but I told her it had to be you because I follow your Twitter religiously and you do crazy stuff like this all the time. And hey, don’t worry about the botched wax job. That shit hurts. You’re still a sexy-”

Cooper hit the end call button and pulled up his Twitter to see that Blaine had responded to his Tweet.

Blaine Warbler@Cooper Anderson slash savings: Digging your new look!

He didn’t even have to click play to know it was the video of him getting waxed, but it wasn’t just the short clip he had sent Blaine. It was the entire session which had ended with him running out of the spa with only a towel clutched around his waist, screaming obscenities. He couldn’t even watch the video without being interrupted every few seconds by another obnoxious fan calling to see if it was really him on the phone. He quickly deleted the video and changed his password when he heard his phone ring again.

“Hi, yes, sorry mate, but this is not the superstar Cooper Anderson from the FreeCreditReportratingsTodayDotCom,” he said in his best Australian accent. “Someone was just pulling your leg-

“Cooper, darling. This is Slyvia, your agent. And Bridgett from PR is on the line.”

“Cooper, Oh My god! What have you done this time! Tweeting your number?” Bridgett screeched.

“I didn’t do that. That was my brother. But I’ve already contacted Verizon about changing my number and I took down the tweet. Hopefully, it won’t be that bad.”

“Oh, I wasn’t even upset by all of that, Darling,” Slyvia said matter of factly. “I’m more upset by the announcement on Facebook that you’re down exclusively doing gay porn. I told you if you wanted to do that, then I could hook you up with the right connections. Just last week, XXXTRA contacted me about you doing that new movie, How to Strain Your Dragon: The Hidden Hole.”

“Sylvia, I’m not doing porn,” he sighed. “Not again, anyway." Cooper sighed and muttered to himself. "Well played, Blainey. Well played."

“Oh poo, darling. But are you still wanting to do the article with Men’s Health magazine? They’ll want to do an exclusive with you.”

Cooper smiled. “They want to do an exclusive with me? Why? Because of the show and the life-saving techniques I learned for the role?

Bridgett laughed. “No. They want to do an exclusive about your mechanophilia. It’s not every day that somebody admits that they like to stick their junk into tailpipes and engines and stuff.”

“What!” Cooper gasped, causing him to almost fumble his phone. He took a deep breath. “Ladies, I’ve got to go. Please call the magazine and tell them I’d be thrilled to do an interview, but that someone was just playing a joke about the car thing. I like to have sex in cars, not with them. But I’d love to talk about the complications of performing CPR on a mannequin and how I almost drowned after I hit my head when I dove into the wrong side of the pool.” Cooper chuckled. “And I’ll make sure that I will change my Facebook password too. But I have to go. I need to make another call.” Cooper hit the end call button and hit Blaine’s name on his contacts.

“BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON, I WILL KICK YOUR HAIRLESS AS-”

“COOPER EUGENE ANDERSON, YOU ARE EXPECTED HOME IN TWENTY MINUTES, IS THAT CLEAR, YOUNG MAN!”

“Yes ma’am, I mean, mom.” Cooper gulped.

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"Hey, gotta wrap this up. Mom said five minutes and I'm pretty sure she means it," Blaine said into his camera.

“Was it worth it, being grounded for a month?” Kurt asked Blaine over Facetime.

“Yeah, it really was. You should’ve seen Coop’s face. Mom’s really scary when you do something to embarrass our family name,” Blaine shuddered.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt pouted. I didn’t mean to get you grounded.

“Don’t be. Even with all this craziness, I had the most incredible time with you, and it was all worth it, although it sucks that we won’t be able to do it again for a long time,” Blaine said with his biggest puppy-dog pout.

“That just means we’ll have to improvise,” Kurt grinned slyly.

“What do you suggest?” Blaine asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“When I went to that sex shop, I might have picked up something that I didn’t let Santana know about,” Kurt smirked. “Something we could play with.”

“Oh God, Kurt. Did you buy a toy?”

Kurt smiled and bit his lip, his cheeks blushing red. “Maybe.”

“That’s so hot. We’ll have to-”

All of a sudden, Kurt’s door jerked open. Finn held up Kurt’s new razor. “Hey, dude. Is it ok that I borrowed your razor? I couldn’t find mine.”

Kurt bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter when he thought about the last thing he had shaved with that razor was Blaine’s ass. “Yeah, sure.”

“Why do they call it the Lawnmower?” Finn asked, scratching his head.

“I’m sure they have their reasons, Finn,” Kurt laughed.

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Author’s Notes: Well, that’s it for this piece. I hope that you all liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Reviews are like chocolates. I’d love to hear from you guys.

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scrapyardboyfriends · 4 years

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And now for my negative thoughts on the past week and a half of emmerdale. Look away anon who hates this stuff...

The Chaddy wedding is still incredibly stupid and I can’t believe he just decided to do it because Marlon was talking about how terrible his Christmas wedding was. What a way to start that off. I just...I fear they’re going to go through with it and it’s just going to be torture.

The Paul story is still...painful. I can’t believe they gave him a childhood seizure disorder just to relate to Liv. It’s just so absurd. And this whole thing with Liv and the seizures is just so annoying. I feel like they did all of this already and I thought they already decided she had epilepsy. It feels callous to say I’m tired of seeing her cry over it but because her seizure stuff has just literally never been about her and still isn’t, because just like brining her drinking back up, it’s just to further this dumb Paul plot. Just like her asexuality too. It’s just to get her involved with Vinny so that she can be a plot device in this Paul stuff. I just wish they’d actually at least try to do something with her that’s just for her. It’s very frustrating. And it’s like they remembered that there was no real reason for anyone to be keeping quiet about Paul to Mandy so they had to use Liv to throw another wrench it because it didn’t make any sense. I’m just tired of it all and it’s never going to end. Positives? Vinny has a nice singing voice and I enjoyed Eric being like “I don’t know who the fuck this guy is” to Paul in the cafe.

Let’s see...the Malone story? Also still terrible. Haha. I mean Harriet is just not meant to be this much of a main character. Let us be free! I really hope all of this new vicar stuff leads her to just go away or at least take a major back seat. The body exhumation stuff is...ridiculous but it’s soapy so sure why not. This would all be more fun if it hadn’t been dragging on for so long and if it centered on just about any other character. Harriet worked so much better as just the cool vicar or the private eye who just popped up to calm down the Pearls and the Emma Bartons of the world and make a quippy comment and then go away. Also....I hate everything they are doing with Dawn. I want her to be free of all of this nonsense too. And I loathe the way they are punishing her for everything with this stupid STI/infertility bullshit. She was put in an impossible situation by her parental figures who got involved with Malone. She was the only one who actually just went to the police about him and then she killed him in self defense and yet she’s being punished this much? I hate it.

The Al stuff...*eye roll*. I have a problem because I wasn’t watching when he and Priya really got together so I get it even less than I might if I’d seen that. They just really don’t know what to do with Al and they don’t know what to do with Priya either other than give her terrible men to date. Save Priya. As for Al and this whole “mystery woman” nonsense. First of all, it came out of nowhere and has been spectacularly bad. I’m 99% sure it’s just going to be Kim because she’s also supposed to be having an affair and they’ve mentioned her enough times in relation to Al’s weird secret trips. And well...Kim/Al didn’t work the first time so why would it work now? I’m preemptively mad and bored already. It should be Chas.

This Gabby/Leyla/Liam stuff still feels like too much and not enough. It went on forever and then I don’t feel like the resolution was at all worth while. I still feel like Gabby’s reasons were...underwhelming? Mostly because it’s the same thing she’d been saying from the start. There was never any more to it so why did we bother with such a long story? And Liam continuing to moan about the “accusations” is just getting a bit silly since literally nothing happened because no one knew about it and Gabby came clean rather quickly. I get him breaking up with Leyla. They need to do some real work on their relationship if they want it to actually work. But also, Leyla’s reasons for believing Gabby make sense due to the Maya situation and Liam was acting weird with Gabby over the whole stupid flowers thing. I don’t know, it just all needed to be better told and have a greater purpose.

The Meena/Manpreet/Rishi stuff is...incredibly forced?! I mean I think they’re starting to handle Meena a bitter better in regards to David, in that we’re actually seeing them spend a modicum of time together but they’re still rushing it unnecessarily. All of the comments I saw in the live blogging about everyone treating Rishi like a child are absolutely valid. It was really dumb. Sometimes they just push him too far into the bumbling comedy thing and it doesn’t work. As far as Meena and Manpreet go, that’s where the forced thing really comes in for me. I just feel like they have this obsession with warring siblings and so they keep trying to make a set that works. Again, the Sugden brother feud worked because it was based on years and years of build up. You can’t just bring in a sibling like Meena or Mack or Billy for that matter and be like “look they have a traumatic backstory with their sibling and now they hate each other and are going to have a constant rivalry for no real reason even though the backstory was explained away and those shouldn’t really be reasons anymore!”. I was thinking back to Jai and Nikhil when they came in. They came in together and they clearly had a brotherly rivalry that you could see play out in the business and how different they were to each other and any conflict they did have was built to more naturally. Hell they did a better job with Ross and Pete and I was never crazy about that. I just feel like Manpreet is unfairly harsh on Meena for stuff we’ve only vaguely heard about instead of anything we’ve actually seen on screen so it doesn’t really work for me.

Same with Mack and Moira. I get that he might not get over what happened when he was a kid immediately just because he knows the truth now but again it was like this big thing and then it was proven to be not that and now they’re just using it as a reason for Mack to show up and make snarky comments toward Moira about her relationship. I don’t know, I like Mack for the most part but he can’t just be that. Hopefully he’ll have some real feelings in this upcoming Charity stuff and that will round him out a little bit as a character. We’ll see.

I think....that’s it? The Jamie saga was blessedly quiet in these episodes but with Kim returning, I’m sure I’ll have more to critique there later.

#emmerdale complaints corner #belated live blogging #this is very long #i'm sorry #at least it's just all in one post

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watching london tgm! pt 2!

they actually carry clarence in in his coffin????

Kupsak sounds Different

OOOOOOOOOOH THAT WAS OSRIC’S VOICE THAT DID THE “Will our land at last be free” LIKE THE LINGERING ECHOES OF THE TRELAW SPIRIT. NICE.

the voice he used leaves me with no doubt he could’ve been another amazing Gwynplaine.

“Get out” WAS OSRIC LITERALLY THERE DID OSRIC STRAIGHT UP GO BUST A FUNERAL

OOOOH IT’S THE TRELAW REBELLION NOW. SPECIFICALLY THE TRELAW REBELLION. THE REBELLION BELONGING TO TRELAW.

for just a second i was living in a world without Barkilphedro but there he is, man, there he is. i was surprised to see him.

ooooh. oooooh “Angelica has not emerged from her chambers for almost exactly 20 years, during which time, she has not uttered a single word” WHAT?

DON’T SEND SPIKE TO GO GET HER WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU

off topic but getting back to the previous post if the “father she’ll never see” was part of the inscription and Ursus gave it to her then he’d know about it so it can’t be that did the MOM get her a necklace that said she’d never see her father??? was the mom like “ope we gotta pack up and sail away without your dad but lemme get you a cool trinket first” or was there no inscription and Ursus is just assuming that it was the dad who gave her the necklace but it was actually the mom and the mom got a necklace for Dea without telling Ursus but hold up aren’t they poor? wouldn’t somebody have known? do they have separate bank accounts? did the mom say “well I got our unborn child a present but it’s a surprise you’ll find out later” why a necklace that says “dea”? did the mom name her without consulting Ursus? how’d she know wh-? was she going to name the baby ‘Goddess’ regardless of gender? (valid?) was she asking a goddess to protect the baby??? did she have the baby, immediately go get her a little trinket, and then freeze to death? was ‘Dea’ a deliberate move or was it just the last name trinket in the shop? Were all the “Makynzeiye” necklaces taken? I Have Questions About This Necklace

anyway

the other version always makes me feel almost like Barkilphedro murdered the king himself. i don’t get that so much in this one but i do get the impression he Knows What He’s Doing with this speech and is Doing It On Purpose. Having A Good Time, as it were.

angelica????

oh my

“SWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE” uhm

b-bird noises?

ooh she’s actually. calling out the corruption of her father. good girl angelica.

“I will make this country great again” did they. have. to say that. did they have to. was it necessary. why make me think about that man. why do that to me. london has no rights u-u

wHAT we’re back in the cart? No JoJo?

london gets rights for the fact that Gwyn’s crouching. that is a very good crouch sir, perfect.

“with mojo and father...GAH” oh gwyn :(

that hit him so hard so sudden like :(

FIDDLIN WITH THE BANDAGES IS CANOOOOON IT’S CANOOOOOOOON I AM VALID! I’M VALID! I KNEW IT! I THOUGHT SO! YES. YES. WOOHOO

gwyn your arm

the drama of that dismount. the delicate self-yeet. incredible.

WHY IN HEAVEN’S NAME IS YOUR SHIRT TUCKED IN YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT

“please help me find” gwyn what is she supposed to do, google it?

CROUCH

oh here we go

that was terrifying jojo

jojo that was terrifying

the dance is. worse.

pleeeease no please no please no pl

where did she get that

i am scared for my life rn

JOJO STOP

ohhh i’m dreading Brand New World. can’t believe i’m gonna have to watch Gwynplaine Trelaw literally be killed for sport. she’s gonna snap him like a twig 😭

JOJO I AM BEGGING YOU TO PUT THAT DOWN

i am so scared of this jojo i am so

oh JOJO’S gonna offer to make the scuttling dream a reality???

book canon right there

😱😬😭

in this one she literally warns david personally to his face he’s got no excuse let’s go david wygd

but sure let’s go to the fair

i don’t hate this david but he’s like the mellow, zero-energy edition.

he bouncin

he’s turned into a starfish???

i hate Bristol!Jojo’s costume so bad but dang if i haven’t gotten used to it and now this one’s a little weird

i’m not strong enough tbh

dirry-moir just crouched and i’m gonna have to sue for copywrighte on gwynplaine’s behalf. i’ve apparently lost my ability to spell

idk man these people are just incredibly scary

oh thank goodness that part’s over

london!gwyn looks like a hobbit that’s been stretched out. like a screenshot of Mr. Elijah Wood in Unexpected Journey, but it’s been pasted into MS Paint and then stretched out a bit and then squished down and stretched out again and somehow pasted back into the movie.

i am genuinely so grateful we get another cart scene. i need time to recover from never seen a face.

the dynamic feels different in this version

awww the shoulder pat :3

this Gwyn is a whole other person. he’s both Calmer and More Wound Up. at the same time.

😭 he just 😭 literally choked 😭 i can’t 😭 he just fell right over 😭 wilted like a flower 😭 howm i supposed to cope with this 😭

Don’t pat him so hard Ursus for pity’s sake DX

aw we’re not doing Born Broken in front of an audience this time? rights are evaporating.

is Gwyn even alive rn i think he straight up died

did he take the medicine yet?

Ursus are u touching his face?

HE’S HAVING A WHOLE SEIZURE

What Was That Move

i have lost my ability to exhale

i think Gwyn’s doing a physical impersonation of a fish being mercilessly dragged from a lake by a grappling hook thrown from a moving speedboat

i do like how Ursus crouches down to their level while they’re on the ground

love how Mojo looks over like “are y’all seeing this”

LOOK AT THE SMILE OF YOUR MOTHERL

THAT’S WHY URSUS FREAKIN SNAPS

Ursus is holding Gwyn by the wrist and just shaking his arm as punctuation like “I CANT tell you ANYthing you DON’t already KNOW” URSUS STOP

GWYN TRIED TO PULL AWAY AND URSUS YANKED GWYN’S ARM

URSUS YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS

i mean i always thought the near hysteria was valid and acceptable but you know what Gwyn is MORE than allowed the “NOOO NOT TODAY” line. he can HAVE IT. understandable. he did nothing wrong.

someone’s drinking a beer

i’m sorry but the way he just climbed through that curtain was hilarious

it’s too calm. mr. maskell you’ve got three seconds to lose your damn mind and go absolutely OFF

BOING BOING BOING BOING BOING

CLAP

twinge

this one doesn’t have enough hysteria but it gets points for being even more boneless

lost an elbow again

here we go his brain’s going AGSHAFUIABNAVSBKJAG AGFYAIAFIguAI here we go it’s happening i can see the sparks

MR MASKELL PLEASE

GWYN YOUR ARMS

YOUR SPIN GWYN

that right there was what medical professionals commonly diagnose as a Religious Experience.

his pantlegs are even shorter in this version

OH HE JUST YANKS THE BANDAID RIGHT OFF.

jojo please

hangon i gotta go back and see him in Zero Bones mode one more time that was actually so personal

i must say that rewind was Flawless. without even looking i took it back exactly to him coming through the curtain. at myself goodjob man

i would like to formally apologize to myself for just having the “talent show au” thought. stop that.

WIGGLY FINGERS ON “WALKS IN THE NIGHT”

can’t believe i’m in love with an overcooked linguini noodle

he is So Floppy it genuinely hurts to even look at and honestly i love that for me. I’m living. i’m about to watch this scene a third time in a row see if i don’t

it really is a little low on the sheer manic vibe but at the same time it kinda has the energy of if you climbed into the washing machine or maybe dryer while the appliance is on? or if you got in the washing machine but you brought a toaster with you. and threw your phone in separate.

another perfect rewind let’s go I’M THE STUUUUUUUFF OF YOUR NIGHTMARES WAS I

his voice sounds like it’s coming from a vintage record player and it’s definitely in black and white with a smattering of static and just a slight flavor of tin and honestly i love that for me

Gwyn’s literally one of those old door stoppers you know like the little stick on the bottom of the door and sometimes you pull it all the way to one side and then let go and it’s like FWOBBLEFWOBBLEFWOBBLE and you’re like “OOOOOOH”

JEAN VALJEAN

ARMS UPPPPPPPP GO BACK AND BOIIIIIIIIIIING

LOVE that dude. Amazing.

did he just spit actually? he physically can’t? at least traditionally?

steppy leggies!

one more time and then i’ll move on. just one more.

rewound too far i’m now back at “Ursus If You Don’t Let Go Of That Boy’s Wrist”

come on through that curtain Gwynlit i am Ready for You.

I’M THE STUUUUUUFFFFF OF YOUR NIGHTM

i want this played at my funeral and i want mr. maskell to be there to dance to it

so i guess in this version his limbs just short-circuit at different times huh because i mean genuinely for real his elbows just seem to nope out every now and then

this right here is what mr. hugo meant when he said, if not in as many words, that you were a ten.

ARRRMMMS UP! ANNNND BAAAAAAACK AND

B O U N C E

he has the x factor

love how he just shuffles back through the curtain like that one gif of the yellow dude being absorbed into the bushes

JOJO I LOVE YOUR DRESS WHAT

Dirry-Moir’s voice is nice even if it’s Very Different

fr jojo that’s actually kinda cute

Osric my dear i Love You

and now they’re all dirilious

dilirius

dilirious

dileros

d e l i r i o u s ?

that

Dea and Gwyn just dropped out of the sky

awww mojo came to check on him

Mojo’s nudging at Gwyn’s arm and Gwyn’s Not Having It

Ursus you’re banned from touching him i am Mad At You

Gwyn’s having another attack in this version it is constantly happening. has this boy sipped any sauce yet?

he just stood up and now he’s like

HE’S DOING HAND FLAPS HE’S GOT FLAPPY HANDS HE’S ACTUALLY. WHAT. FLAP FLAP FLAP I LIKE IT I AGreE WITH THIS

ooh he reacts a little bit to “all the other fairground freaks”

FIDDLING WITH THE BANDAGES

Ursus sounds Angery

oh. gwynlit :( he’s cryin :( on “I don’t believe you” :(

😭💀😭💀

these two have PROBLEMS in this version and i am Hurt

he’s doing hand things again

VOCAL THINGS

this is canon now

DEA JUST HELPED HIM WITH THE CRIMSON LETHE

it looked like he was too jittery or something so she puts his hand over his and helps him bring the bottle of crimson lethe up to his mouth

im really just filling up a shopping cart over here

did quake just clock ursus over the head or did someone get shot boy golly that was loud

wait though with the little noise that Gwyn did a second ago, we hear it after the crowd starts doing it but in-universe did they hear him do that at some point and now they’re imitating it 👀

THAT CRISMSON LETHE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT HE JUST FLOPPED FORWARD AND DEA HAD TO CATCH HIM 📝👀

oh. “The Grinning Man Is Not To Be Disturbed” is because he’s straight up out of it after having the medicine. oh no

Mojo just growled as Gwyn stood up and i heard it wrong and thought there was like a cartoon sound effect like “LOOK HOW FAST HE JUST STOOD UP. WOOSH.” but no it was a growly bark

he held onto Dea’s hand and kind of hopped over to the door that was neat

i’m gonna start holding everything i read Like That

shjshgsj he just held it Like that and Stared before switching to holding it normally and actually opening it

random Itch

her outfit really is cute though i like this costume

“who I aaaaaaaaaam” stop the voice is too good sir

okay but that maneuver really is illegal y’all ought not to have done that

wait wait lemme go back and

i don’t know how i feel about that

one more time lemme check lemme just ch

*phil collins voice* oh lord

there is no reason

gwyn sweetheart you are not strong enough. she will kill you.

i now know what song this reminds me of now and i’m so upset

why do they have the outside of the cart looking like a happy meal box

GWYN WHAT WAS THAT

he just did the squawkiest laugh oml

HOLD UP

“you must see or you’ll never know” “YOU’RE RIGHT! Something is changing! She wants to meet me!” WHAT IS THIS CONVERSATION

HE SOUNDS HAPPY

SHE KNOWS HE’S GOING TO MEET SOMEBODY AND SHE ACTUALLY KISSES HIM LIKE “You must go!” WHAT

boy i know you did not just finger-gun goodbye at the blind girl

he’s walking in place now and i’m crying

she told him he must go now and he took it so literally he left while she was still talking

THE WALKING IN PLACE THOUGH. IT’S IN SLOW MOTION. I AM DISTRAUGHT

did you just wave at someone Gwyn

he’s so doped up

i think he thinks he’s about to get beat

okay in this version he doesn’t Let Osric grab his hand Osric just kind of grabs him and then Gwyn snatches his hand away and Osric’s like “i’ve got a funny feeling in my hand” meanwhile Gwyn puts his hand up and looks at it for a second and shakes down his sleeve and then he’s all hands-on-hips and looking at Osric like >:?

i think he just did the sound with them

and he’s having another attack.

he just fell back and they caught him and one person grabbed his hand and yanked him forward and now they’re picking him up

idk think he knows he’s alive in this version

AJSHFAJGAH THEY’RE DOING HIM LIKE THE PUPPETS IN THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST DANCE SEQUENCE THEY JUST TOSSED THAT BOY LIKE A FRESHLY-LAUNDERED BEDSHEET

he ain’t well sir

that’s all for now!

#bristol is still immeasurably better but i am having a great time negl #tgm #the grinning man

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