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akira-emberheart · 4 years ago

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klaine fanfic - braces

Summary: Blaine is anxious about getting braces. Kurt, as always, is a good boyfriend.

Notes: So I wrote this because I love fluffy stuff between these two. And hey, Blaine would definitely be the type to freak out about braces, we've seen how he is with his hair. He has a huge connection and reliance to his outer appearance, and I just though it would be fun to explore that a bit. Let me know what you think? (also I only now after editing the story I realised videocalling wasn't exactly a common or doable thing in regular phones in 2010? But please suspend your disbelief, I wanted that cute moment)

Word count: 4023

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"You look distraught."

Kurt points out, staring at Blaine, who is supposed to be doing his Physics homework, but in reality has been staring through his sheet for half an hour straight, with what Kurt deciphers as worry giving a pinched shape to his eyebrows.

"...Hm?" Blaine snaps out of it, blinking. His eyes are tired. The lamp on his desk no longer gives the necessary amount of light - it's early November, and it's only half past five, but that means it's already too dark outside to be able to decipher the numbers and equations on daylight alone.

But Blaine has been seeming slightly more pensive than usual, when he thinks no one is looking, ever since he came back to Dalton after the weekend at home. Kurt knows his relationship with his parents isn't really the best, and that it's not as uncommon that he comes back a little more stressed than normal, but even this is a little unusual.

"Are you having trouble with the worksheet? Or is it something else?"

Kurt had learned a while ago it was easier to be direct with Blaine. If something is really bothering him, he tends to keep to himself until he's ready to talk about it, but he does appreciate Kurt's little push in that direction - it's usually what it takes for him to finally being able to vent out to. So Kurt figures it's best to give him a direct opportunity. "You've been a little distant since you came back today."

Blaine rubs his eyes and sighs, pushing the books and the sheet away from him. "I just... I love how you always know when something's up," he chuckles, looking down to play with a loose thread on his jacket sleeve.

"You do wear your emotions on your face," Kurt smirks, "So what's up?"

"I went to a dentist appointment on Saturday," Blaine explains. "I've been... well, I've always known my teeth aren't really straight, and the doctor did say I was gonna have to fix them eventually, or I could have some worse problems in the future, but I needed to wait until my wisdom teeth came in."

"... and they did now...?"

"Nope," Blaine sighs. "Apparently I don't have them at all. X-rays show no sign of anything. So. I was supposed to get braces a couple years ago, but wisdom teeth could have been a problem. Now we know I don't have them, so the dentist said I could start the treatment... point is. I'm getting braces."

Kurt frowns. Blaine isn't terrified - like Kurt would be, he's admittedly not a fan of dentists, and braces sound like a new special kind of hell for him - but he is a little upset.

"When are you...?"

"Thursday. The office still has to call to confirm, but I have an appointment at lunch period." He buries his head in his hands, tiredly, accidentally messing up his hair, untangling it from the delicately placed hair gel that he uses everyday. "It's gonna be awful, Kurt... I - it's gonna look horrible, and, and it's going to hurt, and mess with my singing, and I'm not even getting rid of it anytime soon..."

"Hey, hey, just - breathe," Kurt says gently, moving his chair closer to Blaine. He places both hands on Blaine's shoulders and leans forward to kiss his cheek, before leaning back and taking Blaine's right hand in his.

"Those are... valid concerns," he admits, "but. First of all, it's not gonna look horrible, I doubt you can make anything look horrible, Blaine. I see how it can make you self conscious, but I'm sure it's a matter of getting used to it... and that applies to everything else you've said."

Blaine closes his eyes with a pained grimace. Kurt sighs.

"Yeah, I... imagine it's not gonna feel comfortable at first, and maybe you have to get around speaking and eating with them for a couple days, but you just have to give it some time until your mouth gets used to it, right? It won't be that bad... besides, how long will you need them for?"

"That depends," Blaine says quietly, "at least a year... maybe two if my teeth don't move how they're supposed to."

Kurt smiles. "That's not too bad," he reassures, "lots of people have to wear them for like, three years, or even more, right?"

"Lots of people have straight teeth and don't have to wear them," Blaine mutters.

"Of course," Kurt rolls his eyes quickly, and then stares back at Blaine. "Don't undermine my point. I'm just saying, it's not that bad. I know a year sounds like a lot, but it really isn't. Especially comparing to a whole life ahead of you with straight teeth. Don't forget you still get to enjoy that in the end," he smiles.

Blaine attempts a small smile. "I guess... "

"So try to focus on that," Kurt says with a smile.

Thursday morning, Blaine might seem calm and collected as usual to everyone else, if not a bit more quiet, but Kurt can see right through that.

Blaine is anxious and looks ready to jump out of his skin.

He refuses his usual breakfast at the cafeteria, and sticks with just a cup of tea, which he barely manages to finish.

"Hey," Kurt takes his hand, "you need more that that on your stomach to get through the morning until lunch. How about some toast?" He offers, nodding at the stack of warm bread at the serving table.

Blaine shakes his head quickly. "Not hungry," he mumbles.

He keeps staring down at the bottom of the mug, his fingers on the left hand tapping repeatedly on the table, quietly, but Kurt doesn't miss it. And Kurt knows if he looks under the table, he'll see Blaine's right leg moving up and down, the usual restless leg syndrome amped up to a thousand.

"Blaine."

Blaine looks up at him, brows pinched in worry.

"It's gonna be fine. Just, breathe, relax," Kurt coaxes, his thumb rubbing Blaine's knuckles gently, "it'll take like an hour and then it's done. Then you come back to Dalton and I'm right here. Today's the last midterm for a while, we can sneak into my room afetr dinner and just watch a movie or something."

Blaine closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Thinking about it right now isn't going to help. You're just suffering in antecipation, and there's no need for that. Also, eating something would help a little, or else you're just gonna end up feeling weak all morning. Just a piece of toast, please?" Kurt insists, "or a muffin? I think they still have those."

"Okay," Blaine sighs. "I can eat a bit of toast... I'm sorry Kurt, I know it's not a big deal, and I'm just - I can't help it. I know I'm being a big baby about this, but...."

"Hey, no," Kurt assures, "I'd be freaking out in your place. Especially because I hate dentists. I get that you're worried. It's okay. It's normal. Do you want to talk about it? Or maybe we can talk about something else? You know, to get your mind off of it?"

"Hmm.." Blaine considers. He looks slightly more like himself now, his face more relaxed. "We can go over those mock tests for Literature. Last thing I need is to get a lower grade on top of this," he sighs, "and I didn't manage much reading last night."

"Great," Kurt says, "I can use some last minute revising too. But finish your breakfast first."

When Blaine gets back, it's nearly four in the afternoon.

Kurt sits on one of the garden benches outside, already having finished his homework. It's a good thing he has last period free, it certainly had come in handy when he was exchanging texts with Blaine. Blaine hadn't replied to his last text, asking if he was on his way. He should be, it had been more than a couple hours already. Maybe he hadn't seen it, but it leaves Kurt a little nervous.

After a while, Blaine's mom's car pulls over at the side entrance, and Kurt can see him, stepping out of the passenger seat. He looks around nervously, and waits for his mom's car to go before stepping inside the school gates, with his head down. Kurt starts walking towards him, and Blaine glances forward and spots him somewhere along the way.

When they meet in the middle, Kurt smiles warmly, and Blaine smiles back timidly, his mouth closed.

"You didn't answer my text... how did it go?"

"I... sorry," he says quietly, and then takes a hand to cover his mouth, "I probably missed it."

Kurt raises an eyebrow, and then takes both of Blaine's hands in his. A small flash of panic seems to pass through Blaine's expression, because he knows exactly why Kurt has taken his hands. Kurt notices, and gives a tiny reassuring squeeze. "It's okay," he says, "but how are you doing?"

"Okay," Blaine says carefully, and it's obvious he's trying to hide his teeth. "I - it went okay."

Kurt glances around. Even though everyone is in class, or in the library, or in their rooms, and they practically have the whole patio to themselves, he gets that Blaine might want to be in a less public place.

"Alright. You wanna go to my room for a bit? We still have like two hours until Warbler rehearsal."

Blaine nods, and they go back inside. The halls are empty, thankfully. Kurt keeps glancing in Blaine's direction, trying to read him. He's still staring at the floor, and Kurt catches him running his tongue through his top teeth, and then tensing his jaw.

"Does it hurt...?" He asks when they're halfway through the staircase towards the dorms. He makes sure not to stare, to leave Blaine more comfortable, and keeps looking ahead. Instead, he reaches for Blaine's hand and takes it in his. Blaine squeezes back.

"A little..." he answers softly. "It's mostly pressure, though."

When they get to Kurt's room, Blaine's eyes roam a little, over the carefully placed stack of DVDs, the neat pile of blankets on the bed, a couple candles, ready to be lit, decorating the desk and bedside table, and some packs of jello and pudding.

"I - did you...prepare all this?"

Kurt smiles, and hugs Blaine from behind, snaking his arms around his torso, and resting his head on his shoulder. "I know we still have rehearsal, but we could relax a bit until then. And after.. we have the whole evening to ourselves. Thank God midterms are over, huh?"

"Thank you," Blaine whispers, melting away in Kurt's embrace. Kurt steps away and takes a seat on the bed, his back against the headboard, and takes off his shoes, before patting a spot next to him. Blaine sits, and lets Kurt pull him closer, so he's leaning back with his head on Kurt's chest, with Kurt's arm around his shoulders.

"Okay. So," Kurt says finally, running his hands through Blaine's knuckles. "Talk to me."

Blaine sighs.

"Well, I was being honest," he says, "apart from the torture of laying back with my mouth open for at least an hour, it went smoothly," he says.

"Good," Kurt nods, "So how are you feeling now?"

"I - It's uncomfortable - like, really uncomfortable... Moving my lips in front of these things is tricky, and I'm really scared about singing in front of everyone."

Kurt hugs him tighter. "I think that's normal. Your mouth isn't used to it yet..." He pauses, trying to look out for Blaine's reaction. He can't really see his face from this angle. "Can I see?"

Blaine tenses up. "It's not... pretty."

"I'm sure it looks okay," Kurt reassures. "Please?

Blaine turns his face towards Kurt, staring into his eyes. "Okay... but don't make fun of me," he grumbles.

"I would never," Kurt chuckles, caressing Blaine's face lightly.

Blaine takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, and finally opens his mouth a little, exposing the navy blue brackets glued to his teeth and the wire connecting them. He opens one eye, tentatively, and stares at Kurt, who seems to be studying the contraption on his teeth attentively.

"So...? What's the verdict? Do I have to lock myself in the room for a year...?" Blaine asks, half joking, but still with a gloomy tone. It's probably what he wants to do, at least this afternoon.

"Don't be silly," Kurt smiles, "It looks fine. The dark blue makes your teeth look really white too, so that's nice."

"Hmm.. Next time I might try Dalton colors then... blue and red."

"You'd look adorable." Kurt kisses his forehead.

Kurt is always a tiny bit impressed at how much Blaine can transform when he's around other people.

He had stayed in Kurt's arms until they had to leave for the Warbler meeting, eating his pudding, slowly and carefully, wincing every time the spoon would hit his teeth, and watching some videos. Before going inside the choir room, he had taken a deep breath, looking back for a reassuring look from Kurt (which he got).

And then he had gone inside, looking like his usual self, cheery and happy and confident (but still smiling with his mouth closed), a contrast to how quiet and nervous he had been throughout the day.

The other Warblers didn't take too long to notice, and proceeded to be the supportive friends they were. Some jokes were made, but all in good humor.

And it was nice, because Blaine finally seemed to relax a little, and was even daring to smile normally, exposing the wires and brackets. Now that Kurt can finally have a better look, he notices how the braces make Blaine look a couple years younger. And he can't deny, it's really cute.

After the rehearsal, Blaine's mood plummets at dinner.

Dalton Academy has a great kitchen. Really really great. And today they were serving chicken breast with roasted potatoes, cooked just the way Blaine loves it.

So it's really a shame he spends the whole meal pushing food around his plate, unable to eat.

It's not that he's not hungry, though today's events had certainly done a number on his stomach, and he was still a little too anxious to devour his food like he would in a normal day. No, he does feel like eating, but his are starting to hurt. It's worse now than when he got the braces installed a few hours ago.

He attempts a few bites, but even the chicken and the soft potatoes were too hard on his teeth. In fact, right now, just a press of his tongue is too hard on his teeth. So he doubts he can really get anything into his stomach. Plus, he's only now realizing what a hassle it is to eat actual food with braces.

Kurt watches, with a worried expression, sitting in front of him.

Blaine sighs quietly, and pushes his plate away from him, barely an inch. He sees Kurt scramble for something to say, but, to his surprise, it's Nick who intervenes.

"Aw, man... your mouth's probably bothering you a lot now, huh?" He places a hand on his shoulder, and takes Blaine's plate back to its previous position. "But hey, look, you can try to eat it in smaller pieces. It's not as bad... here, like this - "

Nick proceeds to cut up his own chicken in small strips, and pushes his fork against the potatoes to crush them. Then, he carefully places a very small amount of both into his fork, and points at it. "This. You should be able to eat this without much pain. It's slower, but at leat you don't go to bed hungry," he shrugs.

Blaine looks up at him, and then back at the plate.

"That seems like a good idea actually, Nick," Kurt comments with a small smile, before looking back at Blaine. "You could try it," he suggests.

"I can tell you it works, man," Jeff adds.

"Yeah," Nick replies, "it's what I used to do whenever I had my braces tightened. Eating normal was impossible," he chuckles, and then turns to Blaine, "but it does get a lot better when you're used to it, B. It just really sucks in the first few days."

Blaine seems to consider, and then tries to cut up his food like Nick had suggested. He feels some eyes on him as he's about to try it, which is sweet, because he knows his friends and boyfriend care, but it's rather unnerving.

"Are you guys just gonna watch me now...?" he asks with a twinge of sarcasm. He knows his mood was about to turn foul a few moments ago, and Blaine wants none of that with his friends. He'll wallow in self pity when he's alone in his room - right now, he has to hold on to anything to keep his spirits up.

"Hey, come on, we just don't want you to go hungry," Jeff replies with a chuckle.

"Try it," Kurt coaxes softly.

It works. Smaller pieces of food are much easier to get through, and even though his teeth are still aching furiously, and chewing is actual hell with the brackets chafing against his cheeks and lips, that sharp unbearable pain doesn't come, as long as he goes slowly.

It makes this dinner infinitely less enjoyable, though.

"It's not too bad," he announces to the expecting crowd, "thanks," he smiles at Nick, who gives him a thumbs up, before going back to his own chicken, in larger, normal pieces. Blaine's smile fades, but he keeps eating.

Kurt is going through the DVD pile carefully, setting some boxes aside on the foot of the bed, next to his laptop. He looks up at Blaine when he sits down on the mattress, hands on his knees and hunched back.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

Blaine closes his eyes.

“Are you in a lot of pain?” Kurt asks, setting the DVDs aside, and inching closer to Blaine, stopping behind him to wrap his arms around his torso.

Blaine nods, leaning into Kurt. His chest feels heavy, and for a moment, he’s ready to burst into tears with the frustration that has built up from this whole day. Or, well, this whole week. He’s self conscious, he’s in pain, uncomfortable, exhausted, and from the looks of it, he won’t even be able to get a good night’s sleep.

“Aww, honey…”

They get settled on the bed, already slipped out of the Dalton uniforms and changed into more comfortable clothes, and Kurt picks up a couple blankets from the pile. Blaine lays his head on Kurt's lap, and lets him cover his body with the fluffy grey blanket. With the rain outside, and the warmth of Kurt’s arms, it’s cozy and comfortable. Even with his teeth hurting so bad, and the new discomfort of the braces, Blaine feels more relaxed, as Kurt runs his fingers through his hair in gentle motions.

He falls asleep during the movie, which is unsurprising given the very few hours of rest he got last night, when he stayed awake dreading the dentist appointment. When he wakes up, the movie is already over, and Kurt is just working on an assignment on his laptop, somehow managing to stay in the same position as before. It doesn't take long for him to realize what just woke him up - his mouth is throbbing with pain, worse than before. The inside of his lips and cheeks are tender and raw from the brackets rubbing against them, and now that he's aware of the feeling, and completely awake, it's impossible to ignore. Blaine lets out a pitiful groan, startling Kurt.

"Hey, you're awake," he smiles. "You okay?"

Blaine groans and buries his face on Kurt's chest, letting his boyfriend rub his back for a little.

"Have you taken a painkiller? It probably a good idea, since we're going to sleep soon, and you do need some rest."

"Huh...? What time - oh," Blaine glances at his phone. "It's late," he sighs.

"It is," Kurt agrees, "we're practically breaking curfew here. As much as I'd enjoy spending the night with you, you should probably get going."

Blaine stills against Kurt, with his head fitting comfortably in Kurt's shoulder. "Five more minutes," he mumbles, "painkillers are in my room, I'll take one before sleeping."

Blaine looks slightly less depressed when he's leaving Kurt's room, just in time not to break curfew. Kurt kisses him goodnight (gently and softly, he doesn't need to cause Blaine more pain that he's dealing with) and reminds him to get some rest. He then takes the opportunity to catch up on some homework, bringing the candles to his desk and basking in the peaceful environment he had created earlier. When he's done, he texts Mercedes, asking her how the New Directions were doing on their regionals prep (and of course he was going to ask Finn as well on the weekend, but Kurt had learned not to expect much details from him - he was a simple man), and then texts his dad goodnight. He likes Dalton, and the boarding school part of it, since it's such a good environment, but he does miss home sometimes. Especially his dad, and Carole and even Finn, and the family dynamic Kurt finally got to experience.

He's about to prepare himself for his night time skin care regimen, when his phone buzzes again with a text.

Blaine.

From: Blaine

can't sleep :( want you here

Kurt suddenly wants to forget about Dalton curfew and go to Blaine's room, and cuddle until he's able to fall asleep. But he knows he can't. He stares at his phone, undecided. Until a thought strikes him.

He makes sure the doors and windows are closed - they were soundproof enough, but he wants to be certain. Then he texts Blaine.

To: Blaine

I'm gonna call you

Already in his pajamas, he sits up on his bed comfortably, phone in his hand, and clicks on the video call icon, and waits.

Blaine's face shows up, in his dimly lit room. He's laying down, on his stomach, holding his phone in front of him, and despite the lack of luminosity, Kurt doesn't miss the tired look in his eyes, and the way the corners of his mouth curve downward. It's times like this when Kurt is painfully reminded that Blaine can be sexy and handsome, but also look like a ten year old who had his ice cream stolen. The hazel puppy dog eyes make Kurt want to envelop him in a hug and protect him from all the bad things in this world.

Of course, that becomes complicated when it's braces who are making Blaine miserable.

"Hey," he says softly, "so those painkillers haven't kicked in, huh?"

"No," Blaine moans, "I guess not... it's still so sore... I'm sorry Kurt," he apologises with a sigh, dropping his head to rest on his elbow, before wincing and lifting it up again. "Ow-" he grimaces. "I'm sorry," he repeats, "you need your rest, and I've already been so annoying today, and just-"

"Hey, no, stop," Kurt interrupts him, "stop apologising. I like that we have each other's back in the bad times too, don't you agree? I wouldn't trade that for a boring good night of sleep," he jokes, and manages to make Blaine smile. "But seriously. What can I do?"

They end up watching videos together on their laptops. Blaine stays quiet, mostly, and focuses on Kurt's voice when he comments something. A couple hours later, Blaine doesn't laugh at Kurt's joke, and his eyes are closed, mouth slightly agape, letting visible the shiny wires across his teeth.

"Blaine? Hey," Kurt calls. Blaine stirs a little, and opens his eyes blearily. "Why don't you turn off your laptop and the light. Time to sleep."

"Hmm," Blaine groans, but obeys.

"I can stay until you're asleep, but lie down and close your eyes. You've had a long day."

It's five minutes before Kurt hangs up the call. "Sleep tight. Love you."

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pocketmosaic · 4 years ago

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Days 22,23,24 &25

OK so I haven’t posted for a few days, there is a good reason and I thought I would let you know. About a week and a half ago my son got an abcess on his lower jaw, he had a tooth that really should have been taken out but the abcess developed before that could be done.

It took us several days to be able to contact the emergency dentist (as anyone in UK will know getting a dentist is really difficult if you are an NHS patient and getting through to the emergency dentist is difficult at the best of times, so during pandemic it is almost impossible). At this point there was a lump about the size of a squash ball in his jaw.

The dentist put him on a course of antibiotics and the swelling started to go down so we thought that would be the end of it. However on the second day of the antibiotics his jaw started to swell again. By this time I had an email address for the emergency team so I was able to email them and tell them that it was even bigger than it had been before, and I sent them a picture.

They called me friday morning and asked me to bring him up so they could try and drain it. When he got there he couldn’t open his mouth more than about a centimetre so they couldn’t do that. They gave him some stronger antibiotics instead. After I had picked these up from the chemist I got a phone call from the dentist telling me that, after consulting with the hospital dentist, I should take him down to accident and emergency so that they could take a look and try and work out the best course of action.

I dropped him off (owing to COVID-19 we can’t accompany people into the hospital at the moment) and went home to wait for his call. After an hour and a half he messaged me to let me know I had to take him to another hospital over an hour away, by this time the lump was the size of a tennis ball. They wanted to put him under general anaesthetic and try and sort it out so I had to take hime there and leave him again.

They were supposed to do the operation on Saturday so I had his Dad on stand-by to pick him up. I was so tired from running him around on Friday and my hips and knee were in agony from driving. Anyway, they kept giving him antibiotic IV’s from Friday night and he wasn’t able to go down for the operation on Saturday. I had forgotten to pack his charger so by the time lights went out on Friday he had no charge in his phone but was lucky enough to be able to borrow a phone from another patient (who had a different charger to the one he needed) to keep me updated.

He finally went for the operation on Sunday morning, again his Dad was on standby (we have been seperated for 14 years but remain friends). They then told him he would have to stay another night as they were still draining the abcess. This meant that I was the one who had to pick him up on Monday, so today I am really tired again and in more pain than usual.

Thankfully he is fine now, he managed to get a decent nights sleep and the swelling is starting to go. Over the weekend though I didn’t do any exercises and my food intake is a bit of a blur. I know I didn’t cook anything until yesterday (when I shoved a load of veg and some chicken in a slow cooker before I went to get him). I did have a KFC on sunday night when my apetite returned a bit. Other than that it was a rivita thin here, a banana there and a couple of benefit bars inbetween.

Hopefully tomorrow normal service will return, until then, be safe all.

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maybe-this-time · 7 years ago

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Tooth Ache (a 2 a.m. college laundry AU)

Lily Evans couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t because finals were coming up (though they were). It wasn’t because her suitemates were having loud and aggressive sex at two in the morning and the sounds of headboards, bed springs, and fake moaning was driving her mad (though it was). It wasn’t even because that fit bloke in her Romantics Literature class had recently acquired an equally fit girlfriend (though, okay, that did bother her).

No, normally Lily Evans could sleep through anything – earthquakes, hurricanes, her sister Petunia’s incessant criticism. So, what was keeping her up so late?

Her bloody wisdom teeth.

She had awoken the day before with a throbbing pain on the lower right side of her jaw. Her third molar was inflamed, and it hurt like hell. Being the weekend, she couldn’t even get in to see a dentist until Monday.

So how did she cope with the pain induced insomnia? By doing her laundry, of course. She loaded up the weeks’ worth of dirty clothes and headed for the laundry room in the basement.

The room was quiet, the florescent lights casting an eerie glow on the sterile looking room – white tiles, white machines, greying walls. She loaded up her clothes, then settled in for the long wait. She brought a book to pass the time. Jumping up onto the counter in the middle of the room, she began to read.

She was doing an alright job – the pain in her jaw only causing her to reread half the sentences – when a loud noise startled her. A giant laundry basket came crashing through the door and careening to the ground. The lanky man behind it managing to catch himself on the door before he met the same fate as his clothes, which were now strewn everywhere. “Fuck,” he muttered, surveying the damage.

“It’s not going to pick itself up,” Lily said, placing her book in her lap.

The man looked up, blushing furiously. “I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

“Clearly.”

He dropped to his knees, haphazardly sweeping his clothes back into his basket. Lily took the time to survey him. His glasses were slipping down his crooked nose, and his limbs seemed a bit too big for his body. Form the looks of his hair – dark and extremely tousled – he had just woken up. Although, that could’ve been a stylistic choice. Some guys liked having perpetually messy hair. He rose, and Lily took note at how tall her was. She liked her men tall.

He set to work emptying his basket into the nearest open washer, not even bothering to separate his whites. She tsked as she turned back to her book.

“What?” the man called. “I can feel you judging me.”

“Have you ever done laundry before?” she asked.

“Of course, I have,” He said before opening his bottle of detergent and just pouring some in.

“Sure,” Lily said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were the laundry police.” The man shot back as he closed the lid.

“The laundry police?” Lily repeated. “Is that the best you can do?”

The man jumped up onto the other end of the counter. “It’s very early and I am operating on zero sleep, so forgive me for not being at full quipping potential right now. I assure you that if you find me sometime tomorrow, I will give you the verbal sparring of your life.”

“Is that a promise?”

He surveyed her again. She knew how she must look to him with her flaming hair pulled up in a messy bun and her old pair of her dad’s sweatpants. He must think her a right mess. “Yeah,” he said at last. “It’s a promise.”

She turned back to her book as he pulled out his phone. Alter a few minutes, he spoke again. “What are you reading?”

“Pride and Prejudice,” she answered. “It’s for my Romantic Literature course.”

He scoffed. “An English major. Of course.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He ruffled his hair as he turned to face her. “Just that, you know, you have that air about you. The stuffy pretentious air.”

“Stuffy and pretentious? And what’s your major, then?”

He puffed out his chest. “Maths.”

She let out a bark of laughter, the force of it hurting her jaw. “Naturally. That explains your judgment and arrogance.”

“You’re calling me judgmental and arrogant, really?”

“You called me stuffy and pretentious.” She pointed out.

“You’ve been critical of me since I walked in the room.”

“Technically, you crashed into the room.”

“See,” he pointed at her as if she had proved his point. “There you go again.”

“Fine,” she conceded. “Maybe I have been harsh on you. Let’s start over,” she extended her hand. “I’m Lily Evans, and you are?”

He took her hand. “James Potter.”

She made a mental note to look him up on Facebook later. “And what brings you to the laundry room at this ungodly hour, James Potter.”

He gestured to the washers. “Laundry.”

“No one does their laundry at two a.m. on purpose. There has to be a reason.”

“What’s your reason then?” He asked. He moved closer to the middle of the table and she followed suit. They were now sitting cross-legged in front of each other, knees touching. If her jaw didn’t ache so badly, Lily would’ve appreciated the Sixteen Candles-ness of it all.

“Wisdom teeth,” she said, pointing to her face.

He winced. “Ouch. I remember having mine out. They were impacted. I was awake the whole time.”

“You were not.” She said. They didn’t do surgery on you when you were awake, did they?

“Was too.” He said. “It was cheaper to do it with just local anesthesia and laughing gas.”

“Oh my god, that must’ve been so bizarre.” She couldn’t even imagine that. She could barely sit through a filling!

“Oh, it was, believe me.” he picked up his phone, scrolling through it. Finally, he held it out, showing it to her. “Look at how badly my face was swollen. My best mate Sirius teased me about it for weeks.”

It was selfie or him laying down, his cheeks an angry shade of red and swollen to half their side. “You look like a chipmunk!” she squealed.

“Alright, enough.” He took the phone back and she noticed the tips of his ears turning pink.

“So…” she prompted. “Why are you up?”

He looked away sheepishly. “It’s a little embarrassing, actually.”

“Go on,” she pressed.

“Okay, fine, but you can’t laugh. I locked myself out…yesterday.”

She just looked at him, “Excuse me, but what?”

“My roommate and I were both going home for the weekend. I was in the middle of loading up my car, hence the laundry, when he left. He assumed I was already gone, so he locked the door. I left my keys in the room.”

“And you’ve just been wandering around all day, doing nothing?”

He nodded. “I’ve been in the library, mostly, playing on the computer.”

“Why not just go to the RA and have them unlock it for you?”

“Funny thing about that,” he said, ruffling his hair again. It must’ve been a nervous tic. “You can only do it five times before they start charging you.”

“You’ve already locked yourself out five times?” she asked incredulously. “God, it’s only the first semester!”

He held up his hands defensively. “I know that! That’s why I’m a little ashamed.”

“You should be. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“Are you trying to convince me that you’re not stuffy and uptight, because you’re doing a horrible job.”

“I’m sorry,” Lily said. “It’s my tooth. I swear, I’m less of a bitch when I’m not in constant dental pain.”

“I don’t know if I believe you.” but he was smiling. “I’ll have to meet you later and see for myself.”

“Good. You can give me my verbal sparring and I can dazzle you with my normally winning personality.”

He grinned. “It’s a date.”

Her buzzer went off then, startling them both. “Laundry’s done,” she said, hopping off the counter. To her surprise, he followed, helping her unload her washer.

“That’s nice of you,” she said as he tossed some of her things into the nearest dryer.

“I assure you, this is completely self-serving.” to prove his point, he picked up a pair of her more daring knickers. He dangled them from one of his fingers. “I just wanted to see your underthings.”

she snatched them from him, hitting him in the arm. “Perv”

He laughed as she threw her knickers into the dryer. “You’ve got quite the arm, Evans.”

“My sister was a bit of a bully growing up,” she explained. “What’s your excuse, perv?”

He shrugged. “I went to boarding school.”

“Oh, wow, a rich kid.” she rolled her eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, leaning against the counter, the picture of ease.

“Maths major, rich kid, boarding school student – it’s no wonder the sight of you pisses me off.” But she was joking. she leaned against the counter too, her arm brushing his.

“The sight of me bothers you? Usually girls don’t complain.” he ruffled his hair to drive the point home.

“Someone needs to slap you in the face one of these days.” she teased. “Put you in your place.”

“Care to be a volunteer?” he asked, looking down at her.

“You’d let me slap you?” She wasn’t averse to the idea.

“Honestly? I doubt there’s anything I wouldn’t let you do to me.”

Lily blushed all the way to her roots. She broke eye contact, looking down at her feet. “Oh.”

“Was that too far?” he asked. “I’m not the best at reading a room or knowing when to shut up. Actually, I probably misread this entire situation.” he pushed himself away from the counter. “Do you want me to leave? Because if you do, I’ll-“

“Shut it,” she said, looking back up at him. She was still blushing. There she was standing there with a total stranger, looking a mess and acting a brat, and he still wanted to flirt with her. She wasn’t used to being flirted with so openly. Boys were usually hesitant with her, always assuming she was a prude, afraid they’d scare her away.

She found his honesty refreshing.

“It’s alright,” she told him.

“It’s alright?”

“Yes.”

“As in ‘I’ll tolerate it’ or ‘I’m into it’? Because those are different things-“

“I’m into it,” she laughed at the way his face lit up. “At least right now. Who knows how I’ll feel when my tooth doesn’t ache and your wit returns. Maybe I’ll hate you completely.”

“I’m willing to take that risk,” he said. he sat back onto the counter. “You’re going to the dentist Monday?”

she nodded.

“Then let’s go to the dining hall together on Tuesday. We can start all over.”

“Will you even recognize me if I don’t look a complete mess?” she asked, sitting down too.

“You don’t look a mess,” he told her. “You look beautiful.”

She snorted, and her jaw pulsated in pain. “You’re only saying that because I may have agreed to go on a date with you.”

“I assure you, I would think you’re beautiful, even if you turned me down.” his voice was so earnest that Lily felt compelled to believe him

She was starting to think that James meant everything he said.

“Alright, Potter, I’ll believe you. For now.”

“I can work with that,” he beamed. he reached out, fingers slipping through her hair. her breath hitched. “You have lovely hair, really. I’ve never seen hair this shade.”

“That’s because everyone else with it has the good sense to dye it another color.” She reached out, grabbing at his hair too. “What about you? Don’t you own a comb?”

he laughed. “Nah, it’s fruitless. nothing can tame it.”

“I bet I could,” she said, running both of her hands though his hair now.

“How’s that?” he asked. She felt his free hand running up her side.

“Magic,” she said. “I’m absolutely magic when it comes to hair styling.”

“Magic, huh?” he was leaning closer, his glasses slipping down his nose again. “Care to show me?”

She released his hair, moving to push his glass back up his face. “Not now,” she said. She let out a laugh at his dejected expression. “Don’t look too sad, Potter. It’s mainly because my jaw hurts so bad that if you kissed me now I’d forever associate you with excruciating pain.”

He pulled away from her, dropping his hands to his sides. “Mostly?”

“It’s also because it’s nearly three in the morning, I just met you, and I’m a little peeved about the whole knickers thing.” she allowed. “We’ll try again, when we’re both our best and sunniest selves. see if I still want to kiss you then.”

“You will,” he told her confidently. “I assure you, you will.”

“So sure of yourself,” she chastised.

“I’m right, though. You will.”

He was right. When Lily met his Tuesday night to walk to the dining hall her first thought was that her sleep deprived aching head hadn’t imagined how attractive he was. the second thought was that she very much wanted to kiss him.

But she wasn’t going to let him know that. Not yet, anyway.

#hp #jily #james potter #lily evans #long post #fanfic #harry potter #my writing

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shmuzzieheart · 7 years ago

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TF2 Fic-Mouth Pains

Still in bed recovering from my wisdom teeth removal so I might as well write some father-son fluff

Summary: Scout finally gets his wisdom teeth out, and Spy takes this as an opportunity to continue his baby steps towards being a better dad.

The sheer quietness of the base was a bit too unsettling for everyone. The building was usually filled with the deep giggles, fast speech, and bragging of Scout. It could always be accounted for from 6 in the morning to 10 at night, every day of the week. On the weekends it lasted even longer into the evening, often meaning annoyed teammates would go to wherever he was and ask for him to “STOP TALKING SO I CAN GET SOME SLEEP”.

So this was a very surprising and very unwanted happening.

It had been quite early in the morning when Medic and Spy drove the nervous runner into the nearest face and jaw center to have his wisdom teeth removed, after a recommendation from the team’s dentist (Medic wasn’t very happy about them needing some other professional to take care of their teeth, but no one was willing to have the doctor rooting around in their mouths). So, 4 a.m., they brought Scout in. It was a simple enough explanation: Scout’s four wisdom teeth were all impacted, and if they weren’t removed now they would soon be on their way to causing bacteria to form. One of them even had roots forming a 90 degree angle in the poor man’s jaw. Both of the older members listened to the doctor, nodding here and there as he explained the procedure to them. Scout, however, was busy looking at the large cart with the suspicious-looking tarp over it. But, the promise of anesthesia made him a little less worried.

Oh, but the pain afterwards. The gauze in his mouth and the painkillers in his body did little to ease the throbbing in his gums. All the way back to the base he whined, driving the two older men half mad (in Medic’s case madder), and when he finally fell asleep they both let out sighs of relief.

Medic waved everyone away from Scout as they brought him back to his room. “He needs to lie down after I change the gauze. Could someone bring me something soft for him to take his first pill with?” Demo came to the room with a little bowl of ice cream, and it lasted long enough in Scout’s stomach for the pill to digest, but not much longer. Spy jolted in his seat when he heard the gagging noises and coming from the hallway, but was stopped from entering the room by a puke-covered, swearing German. Thankfully, there was an empty pail under the bathroom sink for Scout to use the next four times he had to empty his stomach.

The fifth time he heard the grumbling of the doctor washing out the pail was the kicker for Spy. He promptly checked his watch: 10 p.m. It was time for Scout’s next painkiller. Spy went into the kitchen and grabbed two jello cups from the counter, along with the spoon. It was apparent that ice cream wasn’t doing the trick, from the smell of vomit in the bathroom.

It was only when the French man was in front of the door when he realized what he was doing. Would Scout even want him in there? He had tried his best to be a better father since the runner found out, but was it enough for him to be welcomed into the room when his son was in this state? Not to mention Spy was never a fan of vomit. Give him blood and guts and he’d be fine, but the sound of gagging made his skin crawl. But, he had to do this. He remembered getting his own wisdom teeth out, as well as popping out the rest of his teeth to replace them with the fake ones. He could do this.

Giving the door a few light knocks, he stepped back a bit when the door swung open, revealing a very tired looking Medic. He was missing his coat (the casualty of Scout’s vanilla-flavored puke), and the curl on his forehead was limp. He ran a hand through his hair, eyeing the jello cups in Spy’s hand.

“Yes, Spy?” he asked.

“Have you given Scout his next pill yet?”

“Nein, he won’t let me. He doesn’t want to vomit again, and he won’t listen to me when I say he’ll be in more pain.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m losing my patience.”

“Then let me try. I believe I can convince him.”

“Do you?”

“Oui. Plus, I think I can get him to finally sleep.” At the skeptical look he was given, he added, “I did it once when he was a baby and I was still around. Maybe that will leave you with the ability to some rest of your own.”

“That would be appreciated...Alright, have at it. Come get me if it doesn’t work.” Medic left with a quite ‘danke’, and Spy made his way into Scout’s room.

A collection of things were on the table by his bed: the pail, the bottle of medication, a few bowls, and a bottle of water. On the bed itself was Scout, wrapped up in a few blankets with two icepacks pressed against his cheeks with a towel tied around his face. A low whine came from him, and it made a feeling of worry grow in Spy’s stomach.

“And how are we feeling?” He asked, coming over to sit on the bed beside him. Scout opened his eyes, gave Spy a dirty look, and closed them again. Spy couldn’t help but give a little chuckle. Even when he was sick and in pain the runner could still give attitude. “Not well, it seems. Medic says you won’t take your next pill. Is that true?” He got a nod. “Hm. I highly advise you do, Scout. I remember getting my wisdom teeth out, and believe me, they give you those painkillers for a reason. I didn’t take one of them and passed out crying from the pain of it.” Scout’s eyes snapped open. “It hurt that much yes. I was fifteen when I had mine out, though. The roots hadn’t formed yet. Yours have, so I think it’s a good idea if you do take your medication. Will you?”

Scout shifted a bit, but nodded. Spy gave him a smile and ripped the top off of one of the jello cups. “Excellent. But first, you need something in your stomach. Let’s give this a try, shall we?” Scout brought his hands out of the mass of blankets, taking the cup and the spoon. Slowly but surely he scooped the jello into his mouth, careful to dodge his teeth and gums. When the first cup was finished Spy gave him the other, giving him an approving nod and smile. After the second was finished he uncapped the medicine bottle, letting Scout take it himself with some water.

“Good job, Scout. Let’s hope that stays down.” Scout rolled his eyes and was about to say something when Spy flipped over him so he was between his son and the wall. He gently took the towel with the ice packs off of Scout’s face, setting them near the edge of the bed. “Now I believe it’s time for you to get some rest.” Spy took a pillow from behind Scout and rested it on his lap, then maneuvered Scout’s head so it was on the pillow. The runner made a noise of argument, but didn’t have enough energy in him to fight the French man.

“What are you doing?” he managed to ask.

“Getting you to sleep.” Spy responded. “Let’s see if I can remember the lyrics.” He set a hand on Scout’s head and began to run his fingers gently through his hair. After a moment of humming Scout heard Spy begin to sing.

Au clair de la lune, Mon ami Pierrot, Prête-moi ta plume Pour écrire un mot. Ma chandelle est morte, Je n'ai plus de feu, Ouvre-moi ta porte, Pour l'amour de Dieu.

Spy sang until Scout was asleep in his lap, snoring lightly. The assassin remembered the first time he had lulled his son to sleep with that song, when he was still just a fitful baby wriggling in his crib. The memory made him smile, and he rested his head against the wall, falling asleep himself.

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I wrote this randomly, so I hope it sounds alright. The song Spy’s singing is “Au clair de la lune”, if you wanted to know the title.

#spy #tf2 spy #scout #tf2 scout #tf2 #fanfiction #shmuzzie writes

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takenkarathat · 8 years ago

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That Tall Golfer Girl

I read a story about a girl from Missouri State University the other day and her piece of writing really hit home for me. I felt like I had to create a domino effect in sharing my story. I was that girl in school who no one really looked at as "popular." I was quiet in elementary school, had 1 best friend in middle school, and had almost no friends in high school. I grew up in happy home with a large community. Everyone knew each other despite how large it was. From what I can remember, play dates were arranged by our mothers and I was invited to all of the birthday parties. One party I remember in particular was the sixth birthday of a girl whom I still talk to today, but we'll revisit that in a little bit. I had the VERY best friend a girl could ask for in third grade. There was a new girl who moved into a house down the street from me and she was in my class. I guess you could say we were inseparable from the day we met. We had a sleepover in her empty house the first weekend she lived in my community. Her parents graciously opened their home to me and spent plenty of gas money taking my friend and I places. We even buried her blue fighting fish on the side of her house after giving it a wonderful funeral. One day in fifth grade, my best friend told me she was moving back to Charlotte. We were working on a paper mache canoe for the art history museum. To her, it was a casual conversation, but to me, it was heartbreaking. I remember leaving art class and crying with my head down on my desk for the hour that was left of school. I went home and cried in my mother's arms for hours. Why do I tell you this story in great detail? That was the last time I had a friend who I knew cared about me. She and I were as quirky cool as they get! To this day, I do not know where she is and wish there was a way to find her. I have searched Facebook and the White Pages. I only know her name and that she came from Charlotte, NC. If you read this, I am still searching for you bestie! Things began to change after my best friend moved. My life was turned upside down. I vividly remember the start of what I like to call "my other life." It started with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when I was ten. I could not swallow it. I thought everything would get stuck in my throat. Each day at lunch, I would sit down at the table assigned to my class and eat yogurt in silence. My best friend was gone and I did not know how to make friends with the other girls. No one ever asked me why I only at yogurt for lunch. A short time later, I was suddenly able to eat solid food again. But before I move on to middle school, I will tell you about a highlight of my life after my best friend moved. Travel basketball was my everything. I had a really good friend who was in my class at school and our parents were great friends as well. I once gave her a Wheel of Fortune game for her birthday, which I thought was genius! She was a great friend and we drifted apart when my other life started. Moving to a new school was not an easy transition for me. I developed severe anxiety and was eventually diagnosed with panic disorder around age eleven. I remember secretly visiting my counselor's office every morning to check in with her for comfort. I knew she was always there for me. I got comfortable in middle school as eighth grade rolled around. I was a skater kid with one best friend. I never had panic attacks when I was with her or when we exploring her neighborhood. I couldn't tell you why given every other moment of my life was full of fear. Middle school ended as quickly as it started and my panic became a full blown life crisis. I drifted away from my middle school best friend. The first day of high school I got sick on the bus because I was so nervous. My mom had to pick me up and return me to 5th period journalism class. I was shaking in my shoes, but got comfortable when it came to newspaper class because I had visited prior to going to high school. The editor in chief was REALLY nice and welcomed me as soon as I walked into class as well as Doc. He was the teacher whom everyone loved! I muddled through freshman year catching mono and pneumonia at the same time from the end of September to the beginning of November. Anxiety and panic became my life. I remember lying in bed everyday while I was sick slowly losing my mind and self esteem because everyone had found their groups of friends. There were cliques that I desperately wanted to be apart of at the time. Looking back, I should have never done that to myself. Scrolling through Facebook seeing everyone I knew going to homecoming and football games made me upset and I cried myself to sleep every night. My phone was useless and the enabler of a horrid depression. No one texted me. No one called me. I just had my mom, dad, and my dog. My sisters didn't understand what was going on. As time passed, I went to a special school for 2 weeks that was supposed to make me comfortable with leaving home without panic attacks. Everyone there had a drug problem or had attempted suicide. I was not supposed to be there. I just had really bad panic attacks. They locked the doors so no one could get out. I understand now that it was protocol. When I left that school, my newspaper class was still there. They stuck by me. The editor in chief was made aware what was going on and she was older than me so she understood a little bit. I ended freshman year with no friends and many acquaintances my life allowed me to encounter. Sophomore year started with visits to newspaper class every single morning before English and history. It was my safe haven. My counselor's office was my other home within my high school. Somehow, I managed to play on the golf team, which was the only thing that did not cause me panic. I cannot tell you why. I just can't. I went homebound for school sophomore year due to severe panic. My newspaper class stuck close by me through that too. They gave my older sister a card to bring home to me and I still have it today. At the beginning of junior year, I had a much needed break from my panic. Again, I cannot tell you why I was able to attend school with minimal panic attacks. I had my daily routine. Visit newspaper class, visit my counselor, and stop by freshman year english/history class before heading to my first class of the day. November 2009 (sophomore) was the beginning of a medical mystery that took almost ten years to crack. My stomach began to hurt. It was more like a severe cramp. I doubled over constantly and ended up bedridden. Just as my life seemed kind of "normal," it slammed me back into the ground. I spent LITERALLY the next year in bed with pain in my stomach that no one could understand. My depression returned and the scrolling through Facebook feeds became more frequent. I wanted to be part of that group of girls who had all the fun and went to country concerts during the summer. I wanted it so badly! Strangely enough, Taylor Swift was becoming popular in the music industry and her music was the only thread of real life I could relate to. I felt like it was the two of us wishing we could just be pretty and liked by all of the other girls. I was a songwriter as well and clung to her music like it was the oxygen in my blood. Everything that came out of her mouth was my life and what I was hoping and wishing for in friends, boyfriends, and high school life. But there's always something "wrong" with the girl who marches to the beat of her own drum right? My stomach pain, panic, and gasps of air for normalcy through Taylor Swift's music continued into senior year of high school. All the while, I was bullied to no end for liking Taylor Swift when it was her lyrics I was so obsessed about. You have to admit she is pretty cool too! Headaches began to accompany my stomach pain. The emergency room doctors became my friends. Well, doctors were my only friends for a while. People from newspaper class once shared with me what the topic of discussion had come to be regarding where I had gone. Apparently, I had cancer, committed suicide, and died from my illnesses. At the time, it bothered me, but now I wonder how on earth anyone even noticed I was gone in the first place since I was a fly on the wall while I was there. Without taking another hour of your time, I'll explain what happened in as simple terms as possible. Bullets might be better. -I got headaches and spent 2 or 3 nights in the hospital from November 2010-June 2011. -I had surgery in May 2011 to remove endometriosis, which was the source of my stomach pain. -I missed high school prom and graduation. -I still went to college and was on great anxiety medication that kept me okay. -My freshman year roommate was and still is an angel even though we could not have been more different in college. We still talk and I consider her to be one of the kindest people I have ever met. -I slept when I was not in class freshman year of college because fatigue and headaches kept me in bed sometimes. -I got endometriosis again sophomore year and had another surgery. -I tried college basketball and failed miserably due to my lack of strength. But I met a lifelong friend whom I am texting right now! -My headaches persisted and an ENT discovered something wrong with my sinuses in the process so I had the worst surgery one could imagine. The doctors didn't tell me that the recovery pain was similar to brain surgery because they knew I might reject a surgery I needed to breathe better. -I continued school and almost failed Drawing 101. I can't believe they grade you on your ability to draw! -I still couldn't get rid of my headaches. I was in the dining hall one morning sitting in the corner and my jaw locked from eating eggs. I had to drive 45 minutes home to my dentist who sent me to D.C. for EXTREME TMJ treatment that lasted...2 years. The morning after my 21st birthday, I woke up and felt the strangest I had ever felt in my whole life. I had no headache. My jaw wasn't tight or popping. I had no panic. I began life on March 25, 2013. I got 2 jobs and began talking to people at school. None of them became my best friends because I could never seal the deal with plans due to my illnesses. Treatment for my headaches turned into Botox injections every 3 months, which have lasted 8 years. I tried them previously with no luck. I tried out for and made men's golf team after a shoulder dislocation during basketball season that sent me to a specialist who diagnosed me with a rare disease called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. The men's golf team was a little boring to me so I decided to create a women's team with 4 months left of my junior year. It worked! Since 2014, I have LIVED! Headaches have been rare, panic is gone, and I still don't have that clique of friends I wanted. That's OK. I still talk to the girl who invited me to her sixth birthday party. She made an appearance on that show, Two Broke Girls, the other night, which she deserved more than anyone because of how hard she worked! My freshman year roommate used to live in Northern VA, but moved back home. I wish we had more time to hangout when she was here because it turns out we are very similar in personality. She is a really down to earth person who marches to the beat of her own drum. She does not care if I'm as stylish as her and really just cares about me. Let's see...I call that good people! I worked 80 hours a week running myself into the ground multiple times while trying to take a "break" from school. My dog and best friend passed away 2 months after I graduated from college, which took 2 weeks of my life from me. However, he sent me the current fluff ball I own now! Life led me to golf instruction where I currently teach the best junior golfers in the world and am on my way to my LPGA Teaching Professional certification. I am also a foreign currency trader (Forex) with a huge group of fellow traders from all over the world! What have I learned in my other life and the few years since I started living? I just want the rest of my days on this earth to be simple. I want to make everyone around me happy and make sure they know I truly care about them and what they are doing in their lives. I want to spend everyday I can with my puppy and impact as many golfers/people as I can with my story. Being part of that clique was not all it was cracked up to be, but I still have my moments when people mention memories of something I should have been able to experience. Endometriosis surgeries are routine for me these days, but it's just like going to the dentist. My rare disease causes me a great deal of pain and fatigue, which I am trying to handle as best I can. The pain isn't really a thing since my other life was...hell...for lack of a better term. What I really want you to get out of this is an interesting story that inspires you to be a better person. Life doesn't always hand you silver platters and the world is certainly not a nice place sometimes. However, it can be if you make it. I have dreams and goals to accomplish because I still have plenty of time on this earth as far as I'm concerned. I just turned 24 and am jumping over mountains because I tell myself I can. The only mountain I have yet to get over is that random selection in the crowd of Taylor Swift fans at a concert. I just want to spend a little time telling my hero how much she saved my life years ago. Some people still don't understand how huge of a fan of Taylor I am. I don't know her personally, but from what she has vulnerably allowed the world to see about her, I would honestly like to just meet her as Taylor. Not the Grammy winner or girl with a bunch of boyfriends. Just that person who was with me saving my life years ago when she didn't even know it. I am that "tall golfer girl" and that's all I really ever want to be.

#real life #tall girls #high school #just me #my story #taylor swift #adversity #golfer #lpga #heart #soul #faith #ehlers danlos syndrome #panic disorder #panic attack #girlswholikegirls #lgbt

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*** Scott & JT’s Vintage Vault Refresh reviews are a chronological look back at WWE PPV and TV history that began with a review of WrestleMania I. The PICs have revisited these events and refreshed all of their fun facts that provide insight into the match, competitors and state of the company as well as their overviews of the match action and opinions and thoughts on the outcomes. In addition, Jeff Jarvis assists in compiling historical information and the Fun Facts in each of the reviews. Also, be sure to leave feedback on the reviews at our Facebook page. Enjoy! ***

Monday Night Raw #117

June 26, 1995 Danville High School Danville, PA Announcers: Vince McMahon & Shawn Michaels

1) Smoking Gunns defeat Jason Ahrndt & Black Phantom when Billy pins Ahrndt with the Sidewinder at 2:15

Scott: So, after… well whatever the hell happened last night in Philly we open with the Smoking Gunns. I’m still trying to wrap my head around what pile of crap I watched last night. Of all the talent in that tournament, MABEL WON? Seriously? Then Mo mush-mouthed his way through reading the scroll as Shawn Michaels just alluded to on commentary. I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed that. At least Bret Hart won and we don’t have to deal with all this foot nonsense. The Gunns win in a pretty quick squash here, but as we continue I will delve more into last night. Grade: DUD

JT: Hey! We are finally back live here on Monday Night Raw and we are less than 24 hours removed from a very bizarre night in Philadelphia as the third annual King of the Ring is in the books. Vince McMahon and his old commentary buddy Shawn Michaels have the call for us here tonight. Michaels flamed out quickly last night, wrestling Kama to a draw and bowing out in the first round of the tournament. I would ask why they even bothered having him in it just to go that route, but whatever at this point. Vince notes that Michaels is here because the King is still cleaning out his mouth after the foot fiasco following his loss to Bret Hart last night. The Smoking Gunns head out to the ring for our opening bout as they look to rebuild their credibility and relevance a bit in the tag division. Vince and Shawn talk about Mabel shocking the world and winning the KOTR crown while Michaels quips about not realizing Mo could read. The Gunns make really swift work of these bums and pick up the win. Grade: DUD

*** Jerry Lawler joins us from the office of his personal dentist Isaac Yankem, DDS. He is there trying to get the brutal stench and smell out of his mouth after his tough loss in Philadelphia last night. Lawler vows that Hart will pay for what he did and that their issue isn’t over yet. He also mentions that Yankem, a former great wrestler, is promising to extract some revenge as well. ***

*** Barry Didinsky is in the aisle shilling the official King of the Ring shirt and hat as well as a Bret Hart hat and sunglasses combo. Order now! ***

2) Skip defeats Scott Taylor with a Frankensteiner off the top rope at 2:00

Scott: Ah Sunny…oh sorry. As I was saying, last night’s show was trash. They just had a recap to shill tomorrow’s Encore Plus of the show. Who would buy that? Anyway, Skip and my girl Sunny are here to pretty things up. I love how even Shawn rips Vince’s hair, even while a babyface. So it appears Sid begged off during last night’s tag team match. That’s an abomination. Even as a heel, Sid’s not a coward. They are totally ruining his character, turning into a typical WWF heel and not the heel he should be. Skip is getting roughed up by these jobbers before he wins matches, which isn’t helping his character in my opinion. Grade: DUD

JT: We head back down to the ring as Skip and Sunny hop on down to the ring to both fat shame the fans and beat down Scott Taylor. Michaels brags about his skills with the ladies as the Bodydonnas rant in the ring. Taylor actually starts off hot with a flurry until Skip drops him with an enziguri to take over. Vince and Shawn talk more about Jerry Lawler in the feud that just won’t ever go away. Taylor dropkicks Skip outside, where he stooges around a bit before turning the tide again. Skip chewing gum during these matches is pretty funny, as is Shawn’s clear disdain for his name. Skip hits a pretty crazy splash off the top rope to the floor and then wins with a top rope Frankensteiner, busting out the high spots in this throwaway bout. Even though he probably gives a bit too much to the jobbers, Skip has a really unique arsenal, even impressing Michaels in the end. If only he had a better name, maybe he could be a legit player, as he has really looked good in limited action thus far. Oh, and Sunny. He has her too. Grade: 1/2*

*** We check out footage from a celebrity softball game in Oklahoma City. Diesel took part of the game and all proceeds went to the families affected by the Oklahoma City bombing from earlier in the year. ***

*** We then join Todd Pettengill for a report filed last night from the Corestates Spectrum. Todd recaps all of the results from King of the Ring. He also reveals that Diesel will face Sid in a WWF Title Lumberjack Match at In Your House #2. ***

3) Man Mountain Rock defeats Phil Apollo via submission with the Whammy Bar at 1:00

Fun Fact: Tonight we say goodbye to Man Mountain Rock after a short stay in the Federation. He had asked to be an announcer when he came into the WWF, but his request was denied. During his run, he had several injuries, including a serious hernia. He also became addicted to pain pills and downers along with smoking marijuana. His substance abuse issues led to his release.

Scott: Wow, I thought they had shit canned Phil Apollo by now. Before this match we had Todd Pettengill doing a KOTR wrap-up and he announced the main event for next month’s IYH #2 from Nashville. It will be Diesel vs. Sid for the WWF Title, in a lumberjack match. That will likely be better than that snorefest they had in May. Man Mountain Rock has a cool WWF guitar, but that’s about as much as his charisma goes. He’s a mediocre worker at best, and poor Phil Apollo has to job to him. Grade: DUD

JT: Back to the ring we go as Man Mountain Rock is shredding his guitar in the middle of the ring for his prematch concert. Michaels takes shots at Bob Backlund for his stance on rock ‘n’ roll and then makes me chuckle when he says Phil Apollo has a big movie coming out: Apollo 13. Vince plugs the Superstar Line, where Jim Ross has more updates on the health of Razor Ramon. MMR picks up the layup win with the Whammy Bar. Too bad this is the last time we see the big guy because I felt like he was actually gaining some momentum and starting to establish himself a bit. The gimmick and look was pretty good, too bad he ended up flaming out so fast. Looks like Bob Backlund will win the war. Grade: DUD

4) King Mabel defeats Kenny Kendall with a belly-to-belly suplex at 1:45

Scott: So here we are. With all that talent in the tournament, they give the KOTR to this talentless hunk. I’m getting a sinking feeling that this guy is going to get a mega push over the next few months and that means…GULP… a WWF Title match. Ugh. This is an ugly squash to continue to push. Grade: DUD

JT: We waste no time getting to our next match and it is a big one as it is the first bout for Mabel as the new King of the WWF. In a nice touch, he is decked out in full royal regalia and is carried to the ring on a throne by some scrubs. That certainly adds to his presence. That said, he was clearly a very questionable and controversial choice to win the tournament, especially when you consider the other talent that filled it up. However, on the other hand they took it as an opportunity to make a new star, someone they have clearly been interested in pushing for a while now. Michaels calls “Mack Daddy Mo” the biggest piece of luggage you will ever see and jokes about his reading again, so I guess he isn’t a fan. Vince puts over the efforts of Savio Vega from last night as Mabel mows through Kenny Kendall, grabbing his first win as King. Grade: DUD

*** We pay a visit to the beach to check in on Waylon Mercy, who will make his official debut next week on Raw. He says that his opponents’ lives are going to be in his hands, you know what he means? ***

*** Todd Pettengill narrates us through a video package recapping this past weekend’s WWF Hall of Fame ceremony. ***

5) Savio Vega defeats Jeff Jarrett via disqualification at 4:45; Jarrett retains WWF Intercontinental Title

Scott: At least one positive came out of last night’s PPV, and that’s Savio Vega’s performance. He wrestled four times and almost won the tournament, and with that he’s earned an IC Title match against Jarrett, who for some bizarre reason didn’t wrestle last night. We had NO TITLE MATCHES last night. That’s bullshit. What color is Jarrett wearing? Looks like some kind of brown velour. It looks like it came off someone’s couch from 1978. Savio is taking full control and even caused some heel miscommunication with Jarrett decking the Roadie instead of the challenger. Jarrett eventually took control as Savio’s ribs are sore after Mabel’s post match beatdown, in which he also ended up attacking Savio’s friend Razor Ramon. Vega tries to make a comeback, however the Roadie trips him, and as a result Savio kicks him into Shawn Michaels at the broadcast table. Shawn and Roadie start jawing, then Jarrett tries to go after Shawn and Michaels starts throwing bombs. Roadie then ends the match by going into the ring and clotheslining Savio to force the DQ. The match really didn’t get going but it looks like we may have Shawn Michaels’ next feud. Grade: *1/2

JT: We head down to the ring for our main event of the evening as the Caribbean Legend Savio Vega is set to challenge Jeff Jarrett for the Intercontinental Title. As Jarrett and the Roadie strut out, Vince tells us that the premier of Jarrett’s music video “With My Baby Tonight” will air on Superstars this weekend. Vega had a monster night last night, winning three matches before falling to Mabel in the KOTR finals. It was a night that certainly put him on the WWF map as a threat. Not sure what the hell is going on with Jarrett’s tights this week. They are shiny plush shit brown. Roadie tries to jump Savio at the bell but Vega catches him and then works over Jarrett to compliments from Michaels, who is shocked he is a step ahead despite all his work last night. Jarrett turns the tide by slinging Vega into the corner but Savio came right back with a clothesline and right hands. Roadie gets involved again but Vega dodges a Jarrett charge and the two buddies collide on the apron. Michaels messes with Roadie’s hair and that draws Jarrett over to get in Shawn’s face. After a break, Savio pitches Jarrett back inside but Roadie punches the challenger and Jarrett gets to work with some kicks. The champ follows with a swinging neckbreaker and a nice suplex for two. Roadie got involved again but Savio fended him off and turned the tide, picking up a close near fall and then dropping Jarrett with a big uranage. Roadie again made his presence known, this time tripping Savio, who then dropkicked him right into the announce table. Michaels got in Roadie’s face again and Jarrett came to assist, leading to a brawl. Once the champ got back inside, Vega rolled him up but Roadie pounced and clotheslined Savio for the DQ and to save the belt for his pal. After the bell, Michaels got in the ring and he and Vega eventually ran off Double J and the Road Dog. This was a spirited match as Savio continues to impress, however it was all about getting Michaels into the path of Jarrett as it looks like these two will now start to feud. Roadie was real good here too, doing everything he could to help Jarrett retain and I also liked the psychology of Vega being a bit tired and Jarrett fresh after not competing last night. Grade: *1/2

Final Analysis

Scott: After the F-quality PPV last night, our episode tonight has the aforementioned King of the Shit Mabel, which at least means they’re going to strap the mini rocket ship on him. The Gunns get a win and perhaps can finally be the top babyface team they’re meant to be. We get an IC Title match which is nice, and then probably Shawn’s next feud is for the IC Title, which means he will probably win it because, well he’s Shawn. How did Undertaker lose to Mabel by the way? How did Mabel beat anybody? These next few Raws are going to be like a car accident. You probably know it’s going to suck but you can’t turn away. I won’t trash this Raw because they’re trying but there’s no light in this tunnel right now. FINAL GRADE: C-

JT: We bounce back from a tough night in Philadelphia with a pretty energetic night of Raw as they start to steer the course for the rest of the summer. We still have way too much damn focus on Jerry Lawler and his mouth issues and not as much mention or even appearance from Bret Hart. Also, I will say it was a treat having Shawn Michaels back in the booth after weeks of foot jokes from the King. Mabel is our King and we will see if the push works at all, but again at least they are trying to mix things up a bit up and down the card. The best course would be a slow burn push to build credibility but we will see. With Michaels on the face side, bumping him down to an IC Title feud makes sense because he can’t be in the main event picture with Diesel still there. It also helps elevate Jarrett and that strap a bit too. Over the course of 24 hours, Savio Vega is suddenly a reliable workhorse star for the company, and that is a good thing. Despite the grim night in Philly, I thought they actually rebounded well enough here with very focused stories and a quick paced show. We just didn’t really get a strong anchor match to really make it stand out. Final Grade: C

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