#💬>MICHAEL TALKS

[whamthealbum]

George Michael - Nelson Mandela 70th Birthday Concert 1988 Wembley Stadium

I posted this on tiktok too and ugh his voice just gets me every time like I wanna make love to it but not in that way yk

[annehcthcways]

You were a lovely roommate during the Maldives trip and I wish we had a bit more time together. However, I'm sure you too were soaking up the beauty, enjoy the break from work and seeing friends and such. What are you up to with it all over? || @sqmichael5sos

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 ! ❞

　despite having an official girlfriend, known to the whole world, he doesn’t catch a break from his beloved fans. or quick reminder that he married his fan number one + social’s !

ft. itoshi sae , iglesias bunny , kaiser michael.

content. 1.8k wc, slightly suggestive, dirty thoughts, freaky / off-handed comments, crack, unserious, spoiler - free, up to 0.5k words each drabble, isagi makes insensitive jokes, inspired by freaky tiktok comments.

author’s note. I had so much fun writing this because this is lowkey how I act whenever I see them but not that freaky. be so for real, that’s how you would act when they were your boyfriend hehe. part two?

ITOSHI SAE.

　SPEAKING frankly, it's not like you are weird or anything. Not as weird as some of his fans — but you're definitely weird. Again, in a positive way though. You're weird in a positive way.

Can someone even consider this as a positive?

Your own boyfriend is cringed out by you sometimes, giving you weird stares as if you're his fangirl. Only that you are his fangirl and he knows it. He knows you'd watch every match of his until your dying breath.

"Hehe..." you sighed out dreamily, leaning against your palm.

Watchful eyes following Sae's every movement while he was trying to eat in peace. You two were at home, you cooked something delicious and now you kept him company while he was eating.

"Something wrong?" he wiped his mouth with a tissue.

His pretty teal eyes blinking ever so slowly, his long lashes adorning his face and highlighting the colour of his eyes. You could die in peace and you meant every word when you said that.

"Nothing..." you lied smoothly, letting out a giggle.

A giggle that reminds him of his fangirls and also fanboys.

God, you couldn't hell yourself though. He was so fucking hot, face so handsome and body built like the greek statues, his »I don't give a fuck«-personality fits him so well and his nonchalant attitude.

Suddenly you dropped a—

"You're so hot." you stared at his features, lips curling into a smirk.

"Oh. Thanks." he returns back to eating, not minding your comment.

And then — you stood up from your chair, only to move closer so you can sit closer to your boyfriend.

"I'm so lucky." you started off slowly, leaving him wonder for a second. "I see what Shidou sees."

"Shidou?" he deadpanned at the mention of Shidou Ryusei.

"Ugh, stop talking about him." you frowned, waving your hand dismissively.

"Didn't you start with him?" he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes.

"Oh wow..." you gasped, "do that again."

"Do what?" he glanced at you again from the corner of his eyes.

"THAT!" you couldn't contain your giggles anymore as you pushed his plate away from him, latching yourself onto him. "UGH YOU'RE SO FINE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

"Ah..." he trailed off, patting your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I wanna smash my lips against yours." you whispered, voice muffled because of his clothes. "And this definitely isn't the only thing I'm smashing today."

"[name]..." he deadpanned again, your fan behaviour insufferable yet cute in its own way.

"Yes, my darling husband? My sexy, handsome, beautiful and attractive Sae?" you giggled dreamily against his shirt, feeling his arms around your figure.

"Let me finish my food." he paused, "please?"

"Of course!" you distanced yourself again before taking the spoon into your hand. "Say ahh."

Spoiler alert: he didn't open his mouth.

"Mmh?" you hummed in confusion, then blew lightly against the hot meal, "the plane is coming! Say ahh!"

"Ahh..." he parted his lips reluctantly.

"Good boy!" you teased him.

"Never ever say that again."

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itoshisaesonlygf gender is NOT the same as sex. gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with @official.itoshisae tonight. stay informed.

official.itoshisae respectfully back off.

　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf guys he’s only shy !!

　⤷ ryuassei.only I knew you wouldn’t cheat

　　　me pookie wookie dookie cutie patootie ❤️

　　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf keys and livestream it

ryuassei.only imagine faking a relationship 🤣

　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf blocked banned reported

　⤷ rinnie_poo gtfo weirdo

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ryuassei.only IM FUCKING JEALOUS LOCK UR DOORS YOU WITCH IM BURNING DOWN YOUR HOUSE

　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf what a weirdo

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　　⤷ userrando3424 already did o7

rinnie_poo hoping that guy is stepping on lego stones, his socks get wet, spoon falling into the bowl and stubs his toe against something.

　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf I love you rin

　　⤷ rinnie_poo call me if he’s being an asshole.

　⤷ hide.its.slursagi what a lovely greeting lol

　　⤷ rinnie_poo shut the fuck up

　　⤷ ryuassei.only “SYBAU 💔🥀” ahh

　　⤷ rinnie_poo you’re getting crushed anyway

　　⤷ itoshisaesonlygf SHOW THEM !!!!

　　⤷ ryuassei.only ho is u a traitor? 🥀🥀

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　⤷ itoshisae.official I’m right here.

userrando0010 we know it’s you shidou 💔

　⤷ ryuassei.only ugh fine I got caught

　　⤷ userrando0010 HE REPLIED WHAT.

　　⤷ userrando1392 FUCK ME PLZ

IGLESIAS BUNNY.

　YOUR gaze stayed glued to your phone as you sat on the couch, finger scrolling through the newest edits of your boyfriend. A grin crossing your lips as you watched the edit.

"Tsk..." you let out a gleeful giggle, seeing your boyfriend on the edit.

Wasn't he the finest man ever walking on earth?

"His girlfriend is so lucky..." you muttered, commenting under the post and then replied, "thank you..!"

Content with liking the edit, saving the post and favouriting it, you scrolled to the next edit — just to comment something else. "Not going to lie, he ain't safe from me..." you mumbled.

"Who isn't safe from you?"

"AHH!" you flinched in shock, immediately locking your phone as a reflex while your heart pounded quickly against your chest. "Ohmyfuckinggod Bunny!"

"That's me." he looked down at you, his hands placed against the edge of the couch while looming over you from behind.

"Hi." you smiled at him innocently, head lifting up to face him.

Yet your eyes wandered from his pretty face to his toned body. "Oh wow." you couldn't help but let out, taking in the sight behind you even if it meant that you'd snap your head any moment.

"Careful before you hurt yourself." and with that, he placed his hand under your head to push it lightly — so you'd face ahead again.

"Whatever you want." you replied and turned fully now to admire him even more.

Thinking back to that one comment, your mind immediately was filled with silly thoughts. "Oh... But I seriously think I can handle all that." you started giggling as you averted your eyes, biting your index finger.

"Whatever you're saying." your boyfriend smiled at you, making himself place on the edge of his couch. "What were you watching?"

"Edits that should get banned because the stuff is too much to handle, apparently." you answered immediately, not hesitating to face again. "Ugh..."

"Mmh?" he hummed, tilting his head slightly to the side.

One of the most attractive things he could do to be honest. With that lethal facecard? And that body?

"I'm so so so lucky." you whispered under your breath, cheeks heating up at the sight.

"Are you? Or am I?" he chuckled at your comment, batting his lashes.

"...I have nothing appropriate to say." your face was expressionless yet your inner voice screamed it all.

He erupted into a laughter his time, letting you watch how his adam apple moved along in an attractive way. You couldn't describe it properly in words — but he was all you needed in life.

"Ugh kiss me already." you throw yourself at him, clothed body bumping against his naked upper body.

"Whatever you want, love." his hand found itself behind to the back of your head again, pulling you into a quick kiss — it left you stunned honestly.

As soon as he distanced himself, you blinked slowly while your brain tried to processed what just happened.

"You..."

"Yeah?" he chuckled, your reaction too amusing for him.

"You deserve your ass ate for this."

"Please no."

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[name]thehunter “dinner’s ready, @bunnythebunny!” I say as I sat on the table ❤️❤️

userrando2737 GUYS SHE WATCHED MY EDIT, SHE WATCHED MY EDIT AND COMMENTED!!\*£|~${! PLZ NOTICE ME PLEASEEEEEEEEE

　⤷ [name]thehunter please continue the great work love 🫶

　　⤷ userrando2737 SHE REPLIED SHE REPLIED I’M DYING BYEEEE

　⤷ userrando4444 this is SENDING me 🙏

userrando0174 oh who is u?

　⤷ [name]thehunter im ya grandma

　　⤷ userrando1773 LMFAOO WHAT’S THIS

bunnythebunny oh thank you for dinner, it was great ☺️ is there more?

　⤷ [name]thehunter you know where I am.

　　⤷ userrando2938 OH WOW.

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userrando7369 ready… set… GOON ❕❕

　⤷ userrando2884 touch grass lil buddy 🙏

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　⤷ userrando8926 the 69 says it all

official.itoshisae whatever is cursing my eyes.

　⤷ bunnythebunny oh nice to see you! ☺️☺️

　　⤷ official.itoshisae lukewarm eyesore

　⤷ [name]thehunter dw I love you kiss 💋

　　⤷ bunnythebunny does this count as cheating?

　　⤷ official.itoshisae yes now break up.

KAISER MICHAEL.

　HE was asleep. In a deep slumber probably while his front was fully turned to you, letting your eyes wander all over his glorious face — almost shining in your eyes.

Maybe even blinding you with his beauty?

Your lips curled into a grin, taking in his facial features. Of course he was pretty. It's your boyfriend, after all. The bastard of every soccer match whenever you watch him play.

And here he is, sleeping soundly — not knowing the danger's of the world aka you. But what can you do? The dragon (you) has to protect the princess (michael) from the village (fans).

But he himself was in danger. If you ever would take a look at him, you'd fall for his charms — just like you did. "Hehe..." you giggled in delight, pulling the blanket closer to you.

Was inner you fangirling? No, no. You are just happen to be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his sleeping beauty.

"You're so fine. Looking at you makes me feel like a victorian man, seeing a woman's ankle for the first time." you whispered, your hand inches away to caress his cheek.

And suddenly — he opened his eyes while raising a brow, catching your wrist at the right time

"What nonsense..." he muttered under his breath, voice sounding fully awake.

"You were awake the whole time!?" you gasped in shock before he pulled you closer. "Ack!—"

"Did you seriously just say something about victorian man seeing a woman's ankle?" he questioned, mischief not found in his voice — instead it was curiosity.

"Yeah, I did." you answered before realising, "ah. You don't understand."

"So what if?" he rolled his eyes, already annoyed by your teasing grin.

You swiftly freed yourself and found yourself on top of him. Well only your upper half was above him while your knees were still propped beside his hip.

"Basically it was scandalous for a woman to show off her ankles in the victorian era. High-class women were limited to show off most body parts and showing ankles were challenging the norms. I guess, victorian men liked that." you taught him.

"Ah..." he nodded and his one arm sliding around your lower back.

"Pfft— You're so cute." you giggled.

"Didn't you saw I looked fine? Like a... fine shyt?"

You bursted into laughter as he said that.

"You're superrrr cute!" you laughed.

"Oh?" he mused under his breath, raising his hand to tap against your quivering arms. "But you are the cute one."

"No." you lowered yourself, planting several kisses on his cheek. "You're so fine, babygirl."

"Babygirl? Are we calling each other cringe pet names now?" he raised a brow, finding joy in your affection. "Perle? Or should I say, Bubu Bärchen?"

"Eugh, never say that again!" you shook your head frantically, a shiver running down your spine.

"Mausebär."

"Schnuckiputz."

"Schnecke."

"Okay you won, stop those outrageous pet names."

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callmeempress I feel pregnant whenever I see @michahhel.kaiser

nessfetchthis what a wonderful sight to wake up to!

　⤷ callmeempress certainly ❤️

　⤷ userrando4674 fetch this bone 🦴 !!

　　⤷ callmeempress that’s it you’re getting blocked bye me AND michael

　　⤷ userrando4674 WHAT NO IM SORRY PLZ I WILL FETCH IT MYSELF

hide.its.slursagi get HIM pregnant

　⤷ callmeempress actually, you’re so right… might do that as well thanks 🌹❤️🔋

　　⤷ michahhel.kaiser [name] syfm

　　⤷ callmeempress make me 💞💞💞

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michahhel.kaiser next time post smth better than this. this absolutely looks heinous.

　⤷ hide.its.slursagi the earth was flat until ur dad got buried.

　　⤷ michahhel.kaiser @callmeempress why didn’t u block him yet?

　　⤷ callmeempress this was a good one tho

　⤷ nessfetchthis oh you never look heinous!!

　　⤷ callmeempress alexis, love, cutie, sweetheart sometimes I’d love to sugarcoat it but you would probably eat that too if it’s for michael… this picture does look heinous

　　⤷ userrando9999 WHAT’S WITH THOSE CREATIVE INSULTS???

　　⤷ userrando7819 CLOCKED HER OWN SON????

userrando2231 I also wanna wake up to this sight hellooooo?

　⤷ hide.its.slursagi blind motherfckers

　　⤷ michahhel.kaiser thy actions are the most strange. thou show few signs of intact sanity.

　　⤷ hide.its.slursagi loving parents ❤️

　　⤷ michahhel.kaiser count your days.

　　⤷ hide.its.slursagi count your scars.

　⤷ userrando6699 NOT ISAGI CLOCKING THEM ALL IN THE COMMENTS INCLUDING YOU KING?

userrando1083 seeing this made me accidentally hit my chin KAISER YOU LOOK SO HAWD PLZ ONE CHANCE ❕❕

　⤷ hide.its.isagi which chin?

　　⤷ callmeempress I’m considering to block you seriously…

　　⤷ hide.its.slursagi I was just joking! 😅

　　⤷ userrando1049 he said as he grinned like evil larry.

　　⤷ userrando9966 he said as he knew that he hurt the world’s feeling 🥀🥀

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[killmeleatherface]

I’m Here Part 3

Jack Abbot x F! Attending (OC)

This is a third part to my ongoing series.

Here’s the last part! :)

AN: soooorry guys. I’ve been busy and I couldn’t post until now. Next part will have the gala :)

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Four weeks. That’s how long you’d been back in the Pitt. Four weeks of twelve or more hour shifts, sleeping in the on call room, more cups of coffee than you count and more avoidances than you cared to count. Yes, you’d successfully managed to avoid having a conversation with Jack Abbot the entire time you’d been unceremoniously back in his domain. You’d of course been unable to avoid being in the same trauma rooms with him, but he never spoke to you and you sure as hell weren’t going to be the first one to talk.

At the end of a particularly grueling day, with your back aching and your feet feeling like two prices of brick attached to you, all you could think of was ordering Chinese take out and watching your favorite Netflix show. Just as you were finishing one of your last charts, a usually happy Michael Robinavitch sidled up next to you; back against the counter of the nurses station with his arms next to him.

“You going tonight?” He asks.

“Going where?” You ask, faking curiosity. He’s never done anything wrong or hurtful to you, so he does not deserve a sour mood from you.

“To the gala. It’s tonight.” He widens his eyes, saying it as if it’s not a foreign language to you at this point. “What gala, Robby? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Kid, the annual medical gala. The Robertson Medical Gala for the foundation?. All attending are required to attend.” He offers.

Oh yeah, that gala. You skimmed an email from Gloria about it last week. You thought you’d be able to get out of it by this point so you never placed it in a solid part of your mind.

“Oh. Yeah, that one. Yeah.” You rubs your eyes, immediately stressing about having to go home and get ready AND put on heels. “I guess I will be there. And you will be too. Guess I won’t be miserable all by myself.” You offer, looking at your old friend.

“I, actually for once, have a date. So unfortunately you will be alone. Sorry kid.” He backs.

Robby knocks on the nurses desk with his knuckles and says, “Unless…” He looks away.

You pause, closing your last charts and putting it over the nurses desk and away, waiting for Robby to continue.

“What dude? Spit it out.” You turn to face him.

“No I shouldn’t. It’s none of my business. We’re at work.” He’s holding something back.

“Okay, weirdo. I’m gonna go then. I’ll see you tonight?” You pull your phone out and start walking away.

“He never got married.” Robby says after you.

You pause mid step, not turning around.

“Jack. He, uh, he didn’t go through with it. He told Rachel the day before the wedding was supposed to happen.”

You turn around, looking him directly in the eyes, trying to search for any glint of joking or ill fated humor.

“He never told me what happened, but I gathered from bits and pieces and figured it out.” He says, coming off the front desk and standing upright.

“I didn’t know.” You put your hands on your hips.

“Why didn’t he ever call me?” You ask his best friend.

He throws his hands up in silent exasperation, “You know him. He’s not one for calling to talk about something hard like…anything, but especially, well, you.” He offers.

“What do you expect me to do, Robby? We haven’t spoken one word to each other. And now you expect me to hear that he didn’t marry Rachel and go beg for him to finally be mine? No. I won’t. I’m beyond that.” You put your hands in front of you in a done motion.

“No, I’m not expecting you to do anything. He’s not either.” He puts his hands in his pocket.

“I just thought you should know. He’s hurt too.” He says, as a final word. You don’t want to hear this.

You nod and turn on your heels, issuing him a goodbye with your hand flicking off your head.

Ugh, screw today.

—

Instead of your favorite lo mein and a beer in your hands, you’re currently finagling a cosmetics brush around your face. A dab here, a touch here, some powder. The usual. By the end of the hour your face is bronzed and tight lined and blushed to perfection. You use the mirror hanging on the back of your door to observe your handiwork. While you weren’t a novice with hair and makeup by any means, it had been literal years since you’d spent time every morning getting ready. You quite enjoyed it, you felt put together and had a slight air of confidence surrounding you.

After you put on the silk black dress that hit just below your ankles, you sit down to strap your heels to your feet. As you’re finishing the last hook, something in the corner of your room catches your eye.

A hoodie. Jack’s hoodie. You slowly stand up, your dress falling down your thighs, calves, ankles, all the way down to just below your feet. You walk steps slowly to the corner where the piece of clothing is seated, on top of an open box you’re sure you’d absentmindedly rummaged through without fully unpacking. Once your fingers touch the fabric it’s like a jolt of electricity is fired through you. You thought you’d gotten rid of it in all the moving, but in the back of your mind you’re also sure you’d known it’s always been there. A silent reminder of the original owner.

The night you’d ended up with the infamous jacket about was about four years ago. You were on the rooftop after a double shift, just wanting to catch the sunrise, and be reminded that there’s still beauty and normalcy in life. You just needed to feel something good. Your shifts had been filled with case after case of damage, destruction, and death. And of course you were understaffed. A packed waiting room with all seats filled and even more standing against any open space they could fine. The ER was filled with gurneys, chairs, IV stands, you were almost running out of room.

When there was finally a much needed lull and your shift was about to end you’d managed to sneak away. You’d been on the roof for about ten minutes, eyes glazed to focus on the city and sky before you when a voice interrupted your break.

“Hell of a shift. You did good.” Jack spoke to your back.

You don’t say anything and keep looking ahead of you.

You can hear the rocks crunching under his feet until he’s right beside you.

“Really, kid. I know it’s second nature at this point with you, but don’t be so hard on yourself. You made the right decisions, even if it doesn’t feel like it.”

“I just…this doesn’t get any bit easier does it?” You inquire.

“Nope.” He says with a pop of his mouth.

Back to silence.

“How long you been up here? It’s really cold. You need a coat.” Jack says, eyeing you.

“No really I’m good, don’t worry about me.” You say, like you want to be tortured. Some ritual you’re unknowingly performing up here to get insight on anything to make you feel better about all the death.

Jack doesn’t say anything, just starts shrugging off his hoodie.

“No Abbot, I’m good. You need it, keep it.” You try to convince him.

“Nonsense.” He says putting the jacket over your shoulders and helping you sling your arms through. It smells like him. His warmth, his cologne. His familiarity.

—

You let yourself put the jacket up to your face, your common sense faltering due to Robby’s earlier confession still on your mind. You instantly transform back to three years ago, a young fellow filled with love and adoration in your eyes for Jack Abbot. How fucked up is it that your spent most of your resident and fellowship years hopelessly in love with someone who’s engaged? But then you get mad.

It is fucked up. It’s not like Jack outright lead you on, you knew he had a fiance, but sometimes Jack didn’t act like he had a fiancé. When he spend an hour or three after shift talking to you on the roof, outside on a bench, in the park across the street, in the diner a few blocks away. He became your person. And you became his, there was no doubt about that. Neither of you ever crossed a line that Gloria or Rachel would question, but you leaned. Very far.

“She wants to get married.” Jack mumbled, looking forward, not daring to have this conversation with you and look in your eyes.

You didn’t reply.

“She’s a good girl. It’s been long enough. I guess I kind of owe it to her.” Jack said.

“That’s a great reason to marry someone.” You say.

He turned back to face you, finally.

“I can think of great reasons to marry someone, if I really had to.” Jack said.

“Oh?” You managed.

“Yeah. Someone’s who’s smart, cares about others, makes me laugh really hard, understands this job. And doesn’t just say they understand, but they actually do understand. They live it.” Jack says, keeping eye contact and walking towards you.

What?

Where is this coming from?

“Those are great reasons to marry Rachel.” You manage.

He stops, and looks off to the side. “Yeah, Rachel. That’s who I want, right.”

__

He proposed two weeks later, in the weeks between ending your residency and starting your fellowship. Rachel happily accepted and immediately started planning her dream wedding.

It was weird for you and Jack for a while after that. Like he felt he actually had to act serious about Rachel now. He couldn’t be nonchalant about the girl because he put a ring on her finger.

He was always wishy washy about her. Not that you ever cared to ask, but you heard him talk or listened to him make quips to other people. No one wanted to talk about their personal life openly at work, especially an already usually quiet Jack. Either way, you and everyone else were under the assumption that Jack had a mostly casual girl. Until the ring popped up.

Ugh, you hated Robby. Well not really hated Robby, but we’re so annoyed that you let him get on about Jack and now had this new information swirling around your brain. Why didn’t Jack call you? He’s the one that confessed his love to you. You kissed that night. No, you didn’t confess your love back, but he knew. He was way too smart of a man and knew you too well to not know how hopelessly devoted and in love with him. You just felt you couldn’t say it because he had an actual girl/friend/fiance. You never asked Jack why he was with Rachel, when he acted as if it was almost annoying to have to go home to her. He mumbled something about owing her and that was it. You never prodded, he wouldn’t tell you more anyways.

Well, you couldn’t think about Jack anymore. You’d spent almost the last decade doing so. And you were still confused.

Here’s the next part!

[thebitsandblurbs]

Marathon - Part 2

Pairing: Analyst!FemReader x Michael Robinavitch x Jack Abbott

Warnings: Thyroid Cancer, One brief but about blood, Surgery (Mentioned), Age gap (implied)

Author’s Note: Finally! After a millennia, part 2! Not beta read. Part 1 here

The next time you saw Robby, it was at the hospital. You were on your way to Check-In when you bumped into each other- literally. He seemed surprised, but most certainly happy to see you. “Y/N, what- what’re you doing here? How have you been?”

“I’m doing alright - I’m checking in actually,” You tell him, gesturing to the Check-In room, “I’m having surgery today- a total thyroidectomy."

Well, it was either that or a partial thyroidecromy.

Honestly, who would've thought that you would get diagnosed with Papillary Thyroid Cancer, Stage 1.

Thankfully, you had caught it early. A light itch at the front of your throat led to the discovery of an abnormal lump towards the right side. After it didn't go away for like a month or so, your parents urged you to get checked out. So, you relented.

While not in the typical age bracket, your primary erred on the side of caution and had you referred to an endocrinologist. Several vials of blood and three pin pricks later, you were officially diagnosed. To say that you were shocked would be an overstatement. In fact, you laughed. An unfortunate coping mechanism in times of any level of stress.

Hell, after the appointment, you just decided to treat yourself to some Wendy's and an extended lunch break. After all, you did take flew time for the appointment... and you'll have to deal with your parents' concerns later. Might as well mentally prepare yourself for that.

When Robby found out about why you were there, he opted to stay with you. Your parents- while decent people- would've stressed you out more had you brought them. Alistair had promised to visit you after the surgery was finished.

The two of you talked for awhile, finding no shortage of subjects to chat about: how you came into your job, favorite movies, TV shows either you or he missed on. It could’ve gone on for hours had you not been pulled into Pre-Op. Robby came with you, of course, offering to watch your belongings until you came out of surgery.

Nurses murmured to each other as Robby held your hand on the surgery gurney. He held your hand all the way to the double doors. Slowly did his smile faded as he watched you disappear down into the hall.

Rubbing the back of his head, it was then did he knew that he had become completely infatuated with you.

Jack found Robby napping in the chair, his hand intertwined with your’s. You seemed unnaturally pale, dark circles lined the bottom of your eyes, lips chapped. There was a yellow emesis basin was nestled on your side. It was when your eyebrows furrowed and your chest heaved did he realize what it was for.

Thrusting the basin under your mouth, he helped you sit up as you threw up until the bin. Robby was up in an instant, rubbing your back as Jack fetched a small towel from the cabinets. The taller man gladly accepted the cool, wet towel, pressing it to your forehead as you finished vomiting into the bin. When you finished, Jack helped you back down, gently shushing you as you slipped back into your slumber.

The older man couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on you longer than normal. He could tell that Robby was already in it deep. Everything that you were, the qualities you retained- it was what Robby wanted. The two of them had agreed a while back that they would be open to partners, but both had to agree on that person.

However, Jack had trouble seeing himself with you. He didn’t click with you as well as Robby did. And frankly, he didn’t know you well enough to even try. With how fast Robby decided that you were it, Jack certainly had his doubts about you. What made you special?

“Well,” Jack glanced at Robby as he drew up the blanket to your chest, “you seem to be head over heels for her.”

Robby snorted, “No way.”

“Yes way.” The man countered. He paused, reluctant to say what was on his mind, but, “Robby, I love you but-“

“But what?”

“Man, you’re chasing a fantasy. What do you think she’s going to say when she finds out about us? And you want to include her in the mix? She has her whole life in front of her.”

“Jack,” Robby runs a hand over his tired face, the other resting on his hip, “you don’t even know her.”

“You don’t either!”

“But I want to,” Robby snapped, “I want to- I think she could be- she could be good… for us. I want a life for us, but there’s something missing. You know it, I know it.”

You mumbled something, causing the two men to freeze. Throat sore from the tube, neck throbbing from the fourth inch incision at the base, your stomach churned once more- an unfortunate side effect of the anesthesia. You heard bits and pieces of a conversation, but you weren’t lucid enough to make sense of it.

Jack shook his head, watching you go back to sleep, “Robby-“

“We can talk more about this at home.”

“Yea- fine, I’ll-uh- I’ll see you at home.”

When you woke, Robby had just walked in, still wearing clothes from the day before. Your voice was raspy, “Gee, you look more tired than me. What’s up with you?”

He chuckled, “Traded shifts with a friend. Figured you could use the company.”

“Really,” you wince as you sat up a little more, “me? I’m touched."

A moment passed between the two before you piped up again, "So why are you here though?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why're you here?" You iterated again, "Don't get me wrong- I'm flattered, but you and I are kind of acquaintances."

Robby was taken aback for a moment. He fumbled to find the right words, the ones that justified his reason for being here. But before he could speak, you spoke again, "You ever see Fraiser?"

"Yea, the one with Kelsey Grammer?"

"The very same," you cleared your throat, wincing at the soreness. The Tylenol they gave you earlier did absolutely nothing for the pain, "At the end of Season 4, beginning of Season 5, Fraiser hops on a plane to Mexico in the hopes of finding a woman. Any woman who so much as showed interest, he chased."

"I don't think I'm seeing an analogy here."

"Robby," you turn to him, "are you looking for something to fill or something to cultivate? I mean- I would like to get to know you more as a person. But if it stops short at friends with benefits, then I rather not- no offense! Not that I think you're thinking of me that way!"

"Yea, no- yea, I agree with that," he sighed, leaning back in the chair, "so... would you like to get some coffee some time?"

You smiled, "Yea, I think that'd be cool..."

[luis-michael6160]

☕ Afternoon Experiment No. 34 or why you shouldn't mix Tim Drake, coffee and marijuana, EP: 3 the end

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Peace had temporarily returned to Wayne Manor.

Temporarily.

Because Tim was back.

With more coffee.

And a new theory: that human language was a reptilian algorithmic simulation.

“Anyone else notice he’s blinking in binary?” asked Dick, rubbing his temples.

Tim was perched on the living room chandelier, typing on a laptop duct-taped to his chest.

“I’m not blinking,” he murmured. “I’m syncing with the heartbeat of the Matrix. I’m going to redesign reality using aluminum foil and reversed Bach.”

Jason was drinking coffee straight from the pot.

“No more microdoses. No more games,” he growled. “Time for Plan B.”

“You’re gonna shoot him?” Steph asked from the couch, not looking up from her phone.

“I’m gonna shoot him,” Jason confirmed, pulling a tranquilizer dart from his pocket with the grace of someone who had rehearsed this moment in dreams.

Damian crossed his arms, affronted.

“I am offended you didn’t ask me. I’ve had a knockout dart gun ready since four years ago.”

“Since he woke you at 3AM to debate whether cats control time?” asked Cass.

Damian nodded. “And he filmed Titus to prove it.”

Dick cautiously approached the chandelier.

“Tim. Buddy. Brother. Beloved sibling. Wanna… come down?”

Tim didn’t look down. “The chandelier is an antenna. I’m mapping the subconscious hive-thoughts of the house. I think Alfred wants pizza.”

From the kitchen, Alfred: “I do not.”

Jason sighed. Took aim.

And fired.

The dart soared with the grace of long-awaited justice.

It hit Tim square in the neck.

The world froze.

Tim blinked. Twice. Looked at his hands. Whispered:

“I’m… disconnecting.”

And let go.

Fortunately, Damian was already standing below with a crash mat.

Tim fell like an angel whose ideas had finally run out and landed with a soft snore.

Cass covered him with a blanket.

Steph removed his laptops, backpack, two power banks, and a hot thermos.

Jason tossed the spent dart like he’d just saved Gotham.

Dick sighed.

“Four days of sleep. Minimum. Anyone wanna bet what wild idea he’ll have when he wakes up?”

“I say he tries to resurrect dinosaurs using coffee extract,” said Steph.

“I say he builds a dream translator to talk to Alfred while asleep,” Cass offered.

“I say he clones himself so he can nap while continuing to work,” Damian muttered.

Jason smirked.

“And I say he finally discovers love. Because honestly, only someone deeply lonely drinks that much coffee.”

From the floor, Tim mumbled in his sleep:

“…espresso loves me back…”

Silence.

All at once: “HE NEEDS A GIRLFRIEND.”

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[hood-ex]

Did Dick make all his suits? Or did Alfred produced any Nightwing suit?

No, Dick didn't make all of them. If mentioned, they come from different sources (Harold Allnut, Bruce, Alfred in NYO, Michael Holt and Wally made Dick's most recent fingerstripes suit). Though sometimes Dick appears with a new suit with no real mention of who designed it or where it came from, and maybe those instances are ones where we can assume Dick took care of at least commissioning for a new suit to be made.

@northoftheroad has a meta that talks about all of Dick's Nightwing suits. The makers of the suits are mentioned (if the comic/series included that info anyway).

[yamst3rdamctrl]

Split Personalities

A complication of one shots/parts about the crazy twins Erik and Michael. Can you handle the different personalities?

(request are welcome)

Table of Contents

[zacharydaefron]

Not sure about that one, not sure I could handle that. I'd love to perform those, maybe something with Ashley and Vanessa as well, maybe get something like All In This Together for the the end. I won't promise anything, but maybe a surprise like that down the line is possible. Just never say never, as they say. I'm doing great, life's been busy but amazing. I'm getting a filming break which is even better if you ask me. How's everything with you, man?

any chances of us getting a high school musical rendition from you up on that stage during this festival? honestly it would be one of my favorite performances if you were a. performing and two. performing bet on it or scream up there; either way i'd be sold. just kidding but i believe that would be an epic surprise for everyone. how are you doing man? what's been going on in the life of zac efron? | @zacharydaefron

[madaims]

Welcome!! 💛💛💛

Hi everybody! Aims here. 35 year old artist and plant mama (gn) of 7 different houseplants.

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My pronouns are She/Any. My gender isn’t really that important to me. As a character in a paranormal romance I once read, quoted: “My gender is… Let’s call it a coat of many colours. It shifts depending on my mood and the circumstances……… Too mischievous to neatly categorise or pin down. I like it that way.”

Bisexual pride! 🩷💜💙

My Tumblr is mostly Good Omens, but I also sometimes have Doctor Who on here. I’m a huge David Tennant simp, I love him so much! I reblog lots of him. Also Michael Sheen being feral, Georgia’s unhinged fangirling of her own husband and the many tag games and personality quizzes my amazing moots tag me in.

Crowley is my kinnie just saying, he’s my favourite character and I just love him to bits. I draw him so much! He’s such a dork but he thinks he’s so cool! 🤣

I also loveeeeeeee Ineffable Husbands!! Aziraphale and Crowley are meant to be! 💛 I draw them and reblog art of them together all the time.

Finally, a quote that really resonated with me:

“The light is most beautiful to those who know the dark.” ~ Eleanore Bettencourt-Deveroux (A Werewolf’s Guide to Seducing a Vampire by Sarah Hawley, Chapter 39 Page 392)

“You have survived 100% of your bad days, keep going.”

My most used tags are as follows:

#madaims draws things All my art and scribbles live here. 🖼️

#madaims talks My reviews and discussions live here. 💬

#madaims answers Where I answer tags, quizzes and inboxes. 💌

#madaims rants When I get a bit shouty about certain subjects. 🗣️

#madaims shower thoughts Things I daydream about and meta posts. 🚿

#madaims gpoy Unsolicited selfies. 📷

#madaims fic rec Fanfics I like, want to read and share with other people. 📚

#madaims stuff Just stuff really. 📦

#madaims writes I try my hand at being a poet and author. 📝

#madaims dreams Basically a dream diary of sorts. 💭

#madaims asks the audience The place for the polls I make. 📊

#plant update Updates on my ever growing houseplant family. 🪴

#good omens That queer angel and demon show I love. 😇😈

DNI if you’re a terf, racist, homophobe, Georgia Tennant and/or Anna Lundberg hater or just a general arsehole. If you don’t like what I post, then kindly fuck off. Ciao! 🖕

[therotwielder]

🎧, 💬, 🎉, ✒️? - @basra-of-the-crows

🎧 - Tell us a song that reminds you of your muse

I don't gave a dedicated Robbie playlist, but I do have a couple songs that remind me of him :]

Once in a Lifetime by Talking Heads and Man of War by Radiohead come to mind, also Drinking by Bôa.

A lot of Hoziers discography too but primarily Self-Titled.

💬 - How many languages does your muse speak?

Like most irish people, Robbie only really speaks english but was taught gaeilge in school and remembers a sparse couple phrases (Dia duit, Slán, Conas atá tú, etc.)

He was fairly good at it in school but no one in his family spoke it and when he moved to London his grasp of it started to fade. He tried speaking in it to Melanie once, thinking she was also irish, but she just looked at him like he'd grown a second head.

🎉 - When is your muse's birthday/What's your headcanon date of muse's birthday?

Febuary 16th! He was born in 1990, making him 26 when he came to the institute.

I chose it on random, but it happens to be the day that season 2 culminates, with the NotThem being found out, Michael kidnapping Tim and Martin, Leitner meeting the pipe. In all the hubbub I thought it'd be rather fitting of a lonely-marked man to have his birthday forgotten and instead marked by tragedy.

✒️ - What inspired you to create your muse/What inspired you to make a blog for your muse?

Robbie started as a kind of self-insert (and still is in a way) and I mainly made him because I wanted an irish person in tma (outside of a SINGLE unnamed statement giver, really guys, we're like a ferry ride away give us a slaughter statement or something)

THEN I started the robbie-meets fic and I had a lot of fun writing him meeting all of these avatars and his complete ineptitude kind of helping him in a way. I wrote and talked and drew him so much my irl friends thought he was actually in the show (because none of them have listen to it (YET))

I started this blog in particular bc I felt bad for kinda abandoning my old tma rp blog (rping a mute character was kind of hard and Robbie is MUCH funnier + easier to write)

[shallowseeker]

I am always thinking about how Jack saves the woman his father brutally killed.

ALWAYS.

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AND ALSO HOW

In the first scenario, Rowena is acting out of self-interest, and it's not enough.

In the second, she’s trying to be the hero and wrangle AU Michael—and it’s STILL not enough. She’s following in the sacrificial-vessel footsteps of the others: Sam, Cas, Dean...

Even after all this time, she’s not strong enough. (But oh, how she wanted to be...)

In the end, Rowena can say she doesn’t care about anything enough to take her own life. But sacrificing herself to Michael proves that’s not entirely true. She’s just afraid to do it alone—because deep down, she’s afraid she’ll... in Lucifer’s words... choke, again.

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*primordial screaming*

Hero disease / worst disease

When you're young, your world is small—just you. You get a little older, and it's your family. Maybe your parents, your siblings. If you're a captive soldier, it's the mission. The community, the church, etc.

But as you grow, the world just... keeps getting bigger.

And with that growth, you just keep finding more things to care about. More things to save.

Caring is contagious. Mutating. Ever-changing.

Like:

CAS: Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you.

I also think about

AU Michael: For you, the past two years—the entirety of your existence—feel like eons. You don't even know what time is. 

Something about what growing looks like.

[turtlesnails]

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Firstly, thank you to the anon who sent me the request! :)

👥️ - who are two characters that never got to interact that you would like to see talk to each other?

Jack and Yassen.

I feel like Jack would be angry at Yassen, given everything Alex told her. Possibly getting upset at him for working with Cray and for killing Ian. But, also feeling thankful that Yassen kept Alex save and spared his life.

It would be really interesting to see the two of them have a conversation or even have to work together to protect Alex. It’s something I would like to see, although it probably won’t happen.

🧸 - do you believe alex was specifically being trained to be a spy as a child?

I think Ian was training Alex, but I think it was more for Alex’s protection if ghosts of the past came after them. I could also see Ian encouraging/manipulating Alex into being a spy when he got a bit older. But, I think Ian would have wanted Alex to finish his A levels before getting in the family business.

Book verse; If Ian survived stormbreaker I could very well see Blunt convincing Ian to send Alex to Point Blanc for a few weeks to just look around. Or convincing Ian to take his nephew on more and more missions without Alex really knowing what was going on.

I do think that Ian did take Alex on missions as cover, even if the plan was just for Alex to chill at the hotel. Christmas at gunpoint is a good example of this theory, and in the book verse, Alex brings up a few other holidays he spent with Ian.

💬 - favorite quote?

Oh this is a hard one. I only saw the show once so I don’t have much of the dialogue memorized. I remember that Tom had a few good lines. (Tom is the absolute best boi).

The only line that comes to my head right now is Yassen’s. Both the conversation between Yassen and Ian, where Yassen is almost apologetic at having to kill Ian.

And, later when Yassen said, “Another time, maybe.” When he runs into Alex at the school.

In the Book Verse, Alex has a few funny one liners in the books. I like to moments when Alex is being Alex. In book one, one of my favorite lines is when Sayle and Alex are talking about the Portuguese man of war; Sayle says“You see, it [portuguese man-of-war] reminds me of myself.” and Alex’s response was “It’s 99% water. It has no brain, no guts and no anus.”

Alex in the books is immediately realizes his mistake and feels bad.

Alex says this line in the movie, too. But, it’s not as funny, but definitely comes across rudely- which I guess is how Sayle takes the comment.

❗️ - what was a moment you didn't see coming?

Season 1: Really surprised me. At first I was a bit disappointed with the changes they made from the books, but by episode three I was hooked on the plot. They did a really good job of changing things that need to be changed, and adding plot points and characters that were exciting. So basically the whole season one of TV show.

I really liked Tom’s character and his plot. The big twist I did not see coming was him getting kidnapped by Michael Roscoe and pulled into everything because of his friendship with Alex.

Season 2: I thought it was a bit more predictable and hit more of the plot points of the original books. I was not expecting Kyra to show back up in season two. At first I was feeling “Meh” about her character (since she mainly fills Jack’s role in Amsterdam), but I think they made the right call with creating team Alex (Tom, Kyra, and Alex).

Season 3: Well….. We will see 😉

🌟 🦂 who's a character you could see working for scorpia in a different timeline, and why?

Blunt. Because he is an evil character and shows time and time again that he does not care for Alex and just uses him. We also see Blunt do rather evil things in the books. He sent a sniper to scare Alex into working for him again in Scorpia Rising, so I can see him going to extremes to convince Alex to do what he wants or keep his own secret.

[killmeleatherface]

It Had To Be You

Part 3

Dr Michael Robinavitch x f! resident (turned attending) OC

This is a Part 3 to my ongoing series

Heres the last part!

TW: yes there’s gonna be smut! P in v, oral, implied and said, kissing, medical setting, fighting, cheating, pregnancy, age gap relationship, dom sub relationship.

Robby knew where you lived because he’d started insisting on walking you home a few months ago. After your usual beers in the park with the crew, it’d end up to be you, Samira, Robby, and Jack. You’d be rehashing a pivotal case that day or laughing about how you or Samira, “the more inexperienced ones”, would intubate or draw a central line. Whatever, it was all jokes. And then it became less joking and more flirting, as you noticed Jack and Samira sitting subtly closer and closer to each other. It’d usually end in silence and either you or Samira would speak up about needing to finally head home. If it was you Robby would usually mutter something about having a question for you and sliding up to be shoulder to shoulder with you. He’d keep that pace, keeping quiet conversation about the weather, a brick building you were walking by, how he’d had an apartment on this street. He talked about whatever he could to keep your attention and not cause either of you to leave the little bubble you’d surround yourself with. Eventually you ended up at the foot of your place. You never invited him up. You couldn’t. He’s way too professional. He valued his job and your job and the working relationship too much to mess anything up. It’s not like it was explicitly against HR rules, but you were his subordinate. No matter how much it hurt to be in love with him and not be able to do anything about it. But you did always hoped he just wouldn’t stop and would follow you up one time.

And now here you were, all this time later, walking down your front steps greeted by your attending.

Man, he looks good. Really, really good. Like so tantalizingly good you’re stopped in your tracks, and admire him. A charcoal Henley under an expensive grey linen jacket and black jeans. He looked mouthwatering, especially more when he smiled at you, eyes wide.

“You look amazing.” He beams.

“Hey, you don’t look to bad yourself, doctor.” You quip.

You follow down and come to stand in front of him, in a bodycon black cotton maxi dress, black strappy heels and silver earrings. He reaches out for you and stops. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, taking a beat. He turns around and takes a step away rubbing his hands up and down his face, muttering groans of dissatisfaction.

You’re confused, very confused. “Hey, uh, Robby, what’s wrong?”

He turns back to you and says “Y/N, I just…I cannot control myself around you.” He speaks. You’re hiding your stun so he doesn’t stop going.

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but yeah, we’re gonna do it. I know you applied and interviewed with me at The Pitt and you’ve been waiting to hear back. Well, tonight, tonight, at dinner, at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, I was going to offer you the attending position.”

Now you can’t hide your shock, your eyes go wide and your mouth drops open.

“I know, I know. And I know I’m not supposed to influence you and you haven’t even graduated yet, but I need to know right now if you’re taking it. Before I can go on. It’s been killing me. I, uh, don’t want to lose one of my best people ya know.” He says.

One of his best people? That’s what you were? Why is he freaking out?

You try to step closer to him. “Um, Robby, of course I’m taking the position. I don’t want to leave here. Why would you even think I’d want to leave the Pitt?”

He doesn’t answer. Where’s he going with this? Was that what he wanted to tell you at dinner, really? That’s really nice of your attending to take his coworkers out to celebrate a job offer. So maybe this wasn’t a date. You instantly feel defeated.

His head pops up. It’s like you’ve unlocked something in him. Like he can read your mind at the current moment. The already started unraveling is speeding up. He finally reaches out to you and grabs your face. You expect him to stop, because that’s always what’s happened. And he does, he looks down at you, really searching for something.

“Am I crazy?” He asks.

You place your hands over his. “What? Why would you be-?”

He stops you and says, “What’s between us, what’s always been between us…I’m not imagining it. Me and you?”

You freeze. Were you awake? Was this really happening?

He’s waiting for an answer.

“What’s always been between us?” You ask. You need to hear him say it. You can’t your mouth betraying you.

You keep eye contact as he says, “Nothing. A good working relationship. I’m just having a moment, tired. Long shifts, ya know. Come on, let’s go to dinner. I’m starved.”

What? What? No, no, no, no, no, no. This is very bad. You realized you’ve answered wrong. He put the ball in your court and you threw it in the complete opposite direction. This is the most confusing man you’ve ever met in your life. What was happening? You could’ve sworn you knew exactly what he was going to say and again, you were wrong. Dead wrong.

He sticks his heads in his pockets, immediately making you miss the warmth of his touch. He starts heading down the sidewalk. So you follow him.

—

Your sat across the table from Robby, barely touched plates in front of you. It’s been a very awkward dinner. You can’t understand what went wrong. Maybe nothing had gone wrong and you were imagining everything. Maybe Robby has just needed a friend all this time.

“Do you work tomorrow?” You ask, making polite conversation. As if you don’t know this man better than he knows himself. He just shakes his head.

By the time the checks come you’ve finished 2 bottles of wine between the 2 of you. Obviously you weren’t the only one who needed your nerves calmed.

You don’t intend for him to walk you home, but you don’t mind his presence, even if you’re both walking in silence. Man this night didn’t end up like you expected.

—

2 Weeks Later

You’ve finally graduated residency. You feel such a wave of relief it’s insane. You’re also about to embark on a week off before you started as an attending at PTMC.

You’re still glad you’ve taken the job, even if you haven’t had a proper conversation with Robby since your not date. Man, you missed him. You missed being able to debrief after an especially long shift. You missed feeling the cool air on your skin as you sat next to each other sharing whatever candy you’d had in your pockets. You just missed his presence. Not as your coworker, not as your attending, but as your friend, your person.

You zone out of your thinking and come back to the bar you’re sitting at with Samara.

“To being attendings!” You clink 2 shot glasses together.

You throw the burning drinks back and suck a lime.

“These are for you too. From the guys down the bar.” The bartender places 2 sprites in front of you and you look at each other, then down the bar.

You see a familiar grey haired man with a friendly smile, Jack Abbot. He raises his glass in a sort of salute. You feel Samara light up. You notice movement next to Jack’s shoulder. There he is. An equally familiar for different ways brunette. Michael Robinavitch.

“Did they just send us soda? Really? Lame!” Samara jokingly yells. “Im going to personally complain. I’ll be back.” And before you can reply she’s picking up 2 more shots and heading over to the 2 attendings. You’d go see Robby, but you’d rather not sour your mood and you’re sure he’d rather be left alone.

You see Samara approach the guys and they offer a friendly smile. Samara leans into Robby and simultaneously makes him smile, causing him to look at you. Robby gets out of his seat, tips his drink to the fast approaching couple and leaves. He head towards you.

Almost in an instant he’s occupying the seat your friendly was just in.

“Hey.” He offers with a smile.

The presence of him next to you makes you want to melt. You just want your best friend back. Even if you’re not his. But your wants could be put aside. You were a doctor, you knew to put the greater good before a single person.

“Hey.” You offer back with a turn.

The silence that follows is awkward. It’s loud. This sucks. You’re annoyed, just what you didn’t want to happen. You’re about to open your mouth and say a lie about how you need to leave, but when Robby sees your awkwardly tense up he goes to say something.

“Listen, I’m no good at doing this. I think we both know that. Can we get out of here and talk?” He inquires.

He’s offering a metaphorical olive branch. You nod.

He’s called the bartender to settle both of your tabs, after sending another round of shots to Jack and Samara, stating “they’ll need it.”

You’re on the warm streets of Pittsburgh halfway to your apartment when you break the ice.

“What’s been going on with you? With us?”

He ponders this. “I know, like I said. I messed that up. I wanted to take you out and offer you the job, but I didn’t do it right. You deserve more.” He’s talking about the job but you feel he’s using job for a different term.

“Well, I accepted the job. I’m an attending now. We’re both attendings. We’re on the same level now.” You offer back. Which isn’t exactly true, but semantics, semantics. Maybe the alcohol you’d had in the hours before had made you calmer and looser than you thought. You’re pulling at what you feel he wants to say, trying to slowly reel it out of him so you can celebrate your prized catch. He looks at you.

“We are not on the same level here.” He offers.

You’re in front of your apartment now. “Michael, what the hell are you talking about? Can you just spit out what you’ve been wanting to tell me so we can go back to being friends?” You don’t mean to say it with such an attitude but you’re over it. You either stay friends and be fellow attendings, and maybe your relationship will stay the same. And maybe he doesn’t actually love you like you love him. Whatever. You’d take it. As long as he was in your life.

He’s silent for a long time. It’s like something is bubbling at the surface and he’s terrified of letting it erupt.

You decide to help. “Okay, whatever. I’m not your subordinate anymore and you can’t fire me so I’m just going to say it. I think I know what you wanted to tell me 2 weeks ago, or at least what I was hoping you’d tell me. And you’re scared as hell to say something. Which I get, I totally do. But it’s been way too long to keep playing games Michael. You owe me more than that. You owe it to yourself, to us..” You leave the last part out there.

Yup, the alcohol had made you very confident.

Something’s burst in him. Using us, as if there is an us.

“Us? What about us?” He asks.

Do I have to say it?

“Fine, I’ll say it. I’m in love with you. I have been for a really long time. And I know that might be stupid and I know you might not feel the same. Which is fine. I just couldn’t not tell you. It’s been driving me crazy and when I thought you felt the same and then didn’t, I thought I’d be okay hiding it. But I’m not. I’m too proud to hide my love for you anymore. I’m not good enough an actor to play like this doesn’t matter. Like you don’t matter to me.”You burst with words.

Michael looks at you and in an instant is in front of you hands darting to your jaw. He finally, finally, crashes his lips down to meet yours. Taking, searching, trying to absorb everything that you’ve been missing for so many years. You don’t know how long you stand there making out in the street in front of your apartment kissing like horny teenagers, but you don’t care. Eventually Robby pulls back.

“I love you too. If it wasn’t obvious enough already.” He says scanning your face.

“Finally.” You say.

“Do you want to come up?”

You hear Robby’s steps come up behind you as they wrap around your waist. His lips are on shoulders, slowly going up your neck. He’s handsy, you’d always suspected, but it’s nice to be reassured.

Here’s the next part!

[sharpchinsimp]

Hello!!

🔎2. What is your favourite mission? 💬9. What is your favourite quote from the game? 🔗12. Which character do you feel you are most similar to?

Hi, thanks for the questions!

🔎2. I absolutely love all of the FIB missions, I Fought the Law, Hood Safari and Bury the Hatchet, but if I had to pick one it would be By the Book. It is super controversial and shocking, it's unique, all my favorite characters come together, it reveals the essence of Michael and Dave’s deal and the plot of the game. This is the most memorable and interesting mission for me.

💬9. There are a lot of short funny memetic quotes in the game, they always make me smile. I love when Devin does a super evil thing and then says "Namaste", it's sooo funny, he's so awful with his fake spirituality.

As for the "deep" quote, I won't be original and say that "Surviving is winning, Franklin". This quote fully reveals the reasons for Michael's morally terrible actions, allows us to better understand him and maybe justify him. As opposed to the heroic position shown in films and imposed by morality, where you have to die for the sake of something, or you are a coward and selfish, where love or friendship is worth dying for, or where it is fashionable to live brightly and die young, this sounds more realistic and beautifully complements the deceitful world of the Vinewood dream shown in GTA V. Michael tells us that life is actually more valuable than we think, and the fear is stronger than we think when we are safe. We can condemn him and think that we would definitely have acted differently, but when we find ourselves face to face with death, the will to live can be stronger than all our beliefs, we do everything to survive and be safe, and only then do we realize at what cost this was given to us. Also this kind of philosophy is closer to the primitive order of society or the wild, where it doesn’t matter how terrible the things you’ve done, as long as you survive and can have children, you are a winner of evolution, and this is quite unusual for a person who likes to sit on the couch and watch movies, and also tries to be a good family man. This reveals Michael's wild nature, which may have attracted Trevor. This quote makes Michael a more complex and interesting character, whether we agree with him or not.

🔗12. I wish I could associate myself with some cool character, but no, I can't say "literally me" when I look at anyone in this game. But I would say that I am very similar to the typical Los Santos resident. I love lattes in a paper cup, coconut milk, yoga and meditations, talking about crazy conspiracy theories just for fun, watching stupid shows and pretentious arthouse films, buying things I don't really need, lying in my room all day and playing games, and all that. I'm a hipster, lol.

[luis-michael6160]

Title: Three Guys Who Should Never Have Met, But the Multiverse Had Other Plans EP 01 🕷️🦇🐢

[story collection]

Webs, Wings & Shells: EP 01

El primero en caer, literalmente, fue Spider-Man.

A swirl of interdimensional smoke, a barely contained scream, and suddenly he was there: hanging upside down from a streetlamp in an alleyway that was definitely not New York. Not his New York.

“Where am I?” Peter muttered, wiggling his fingers to make sure his web-shooters were still working. It wasn’t the first time he’d ended up in another dimension, but that didn’t make it any less awkward.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to think this is some kind of cosmic intervention.” The voice came from the ledge of a nearby low building. The guy wore a black mask with glowing white eyes, a blue symbol on his chest, and the expression of someone who’d seen way too much in his life to be surprised by a spider-man dangling from a streetlamp.

“You’re… Batman on vacation?” Peter asked.

“Nightwing. The handsome brother.” Dick smirked, raising an eyebrow. He already liked this guy.

Then, with an orange burst of energy and a laugh as warm as a hot pizza on a cold winter night, the third arrived: a shell, a crooked bandana, and mischievous eyes.

“Oh wow! Is this a party? Because if it is, I brought attitude and gum!” Mikey landed with an exaggerated flip and a bow more fitting for a musical than a battle.

Peter looked at him. Then at Nightwing.

“Is that… a ninja turtle?”

“Yes.” Mikey and Dick answered simultaneously.

Silence.

“Is this what Batman feels like when I walk into his office with donuts?” Dick asked, rubbing his temple.

Peter dropped from the lamp post, landing gracefully on his feet and folding his arms.

“Okay, okay. Let’s break it down. Does anyone here know how to get back to our original dimensions?”

“And miss the chance to team up with Spider-Guy and Batman Jr.?” Mikey laughed. “No way! Let’s save the multiverse, get some pizza, and maybe adopt a raccoon!”

“Why a raccoon?”

“Why not?”

Peter sighed. Dick was already tapping his communicator.

“I’m gonna need more coffee for this.”

And so, between webs, flips, and shellshock, began the adventure of three guys who should never have met—but the multiverse, with its chaotic sense of humor, decided otherwise. Because sometimes, the world needs less logic and more talking turtles, broken-hearted heroes, and guys who hang from lamp posts.

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