"Kisses down low..."

[playingtowin]

Who: Zeke Wyatt and Jett Levesque
What: That awkward moment when...
Where: Jett's place, NYC
When: After this

So, trying to hook up seemed like a good idea at the time. There was a smoking hot guy who was not only friendly, but wanted to snog him. That was an epic start, right? It was, like, first base, at least. At least, he thought so. He wasn't exactly well-versed on this getting to whatever base stuff. Who could look a gift horse in the mouth? And Jett wasn't at all a horse. He was fucking sexy as hell. Zeke took a giant leap of faith, because it was really flattered - even a bit bashful - that Jett seemed physically attracted to him. That was at least the first hurdle jumped... right?

Best laid plans and all that.

After Cassidy's place, when people started to leave, Jett asked Zeke if he wanted to come back to his place to hang for awhile seeing as it wasn't too late. The girls were all having a big, frankly scary-sounding, sleep-over that the boys wanted to jump ship from as soon as they started breaking out the period and bra talk. It was actually hilarious how quickly that scattered the camp with dicks, but from the smirks on the girls' faces, Zeke was pretty sure it was it was planned. Then, of course, being completely dumb and forgetting to think before he opened his mouth, he was coming out with, "Wait, does Cas even get her period?"

( He found himself unceremoniously shoved out the door by Sasha, who had a hasty apology on his lips... )

LOG, COMPLETE

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Niko @ upwiththecock

[wordsofwisdom]

Hey, where are you? You said you would come to see me after work. They finally let me have my phone to text.

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Flynn @ strips4u

[canadianheart]

Can I ask you something? About when you were sick?

"I had to let it happen, I had to change."

[headingforsomething]

Who: Reecy
What: "So I chose freedom."
Where: Shades of Violet Benefit, Manhattan, NYC
When: Sunday evening

Reecy had been going to cancel this booking. She had found that she couldn't just bounce back from her loss and go on like nothing had happened. Something had happened, and it hurt a hell of a lot. You couldn't just turn that off. The difficult part was that this booking was close to her heart. It was a benefit for young woman with mental health. Around Justin's age, and a little older still. Many of them had attempted suicide as a result. If they could get back up after what they faced, then she had to too.

Her charity work with Shades of Violet had become so very near and dear to her heart. Even more so each time Justin's illness exacerbated. It was always a sobering reminder that, some days, it felt like they all had him on timeshare. It had been a natural progression for her to take the position as ambassador with fundraising benefits for women's health. She had never stood up and shouted from the rooftops that she was a feminist. She personally didn't believe in a lot of the damaging mindsets that bordered - or outright fell - into misandry in some feminist arguments. It was all well and good for women to squwark MYSOGYNY, but the flipside to that was, unfortunately, often roughly cut misandry. She didn't believe in having to hate on one group of people in society to plump up the argument for your own beliefs.

But working with young women trying to face the struggles of fitting into societal expectations whilst being 'branded' as mentally ill meant a lot to her. The benefit tonight was raising money for young girls who were suffering co-morbidity physical illnesses along with mental illness for them to go away to a self-care retreat to learn how to heal and make lifelong friendships with people facing the same battles as they did. Support was important, especially with something that constantly left you feeling so alone.

( But she was struggling tonight... )

NARRATIVE, COMPLETE

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Jesse @ slowsouthernstyle

[wannabesurgeon]

I got asked on a date. What do I do?!

"I see a bad moon a-rising. I see trouble on the way."

[truthrunswild]

Who: Finlay Bennett and Shannon Webster
What: The messenger
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Sunday night

Fin ran as fast as he could humanly manage all the way through the hospital and up to the floor Shannon's room was on. He was out of breath, red-faced, and sweaty by the time he got there. "Shan... baby..." he panted, trying to catch his breath. He went up to his boyfriend and gently put his hands on his shoulders. "If I tell you something, will you promise me you won't try to move when I do?"

Shannon had gotten to the point where he hated being stuck lying on his back. They had elevated the head of the bed a little more now, so he wasn't completely flat out, but he still wasn't sitting up either. He was looking up at Fin in complete confusion, frowning because why was Fin looking so stressed out? He looked like he had just lapped everyone in the New York marathon or something. Which said a lot, because Fin was fit as all fuck. He wasn't pumped or built. He was slim and if he didn't wear belts, his jeans would fall down. But he had a great body. Toned, sexy, and... Shannon had to stop this train of thought, because he was pretty sure he would get a boner. If something wasn't wrong with Fin, that was. "What? What's going on? I... I promise, I guess?" he asked, a knot of worry tensing in his gut.

Fin bit his lip, not sure Shannon's promise would stick. "It's Niko. He's here, in the hospital. You said he was coming to see you tonight, but he's sick. That's why he didn't come."

"What?" Shannon gasped, and without even thinking, did try to sit up. But he was pretty isolated by the braces he was in, and Fin's hands still on his shoulders. "W-What happened? Where is he? How do you know? Why hasn't anyone told me?"

"No one's known until just now. I found him. I had to call 911 because he wouldn't wake up. I went out to the farm to groom Gypsy for the night. It was getting dark and cold. No one was home at your place. All the light were off, but the barn lights were on. Niko was going to vax Gyps this afternoon, with a couple of the other animals and the neighbour's horse. When I got there, Gyps was lying on the ground in the middle of the paddock. I thought she was hurt, or even dead. Maybe a snake bite or something, you know?" Fin shook his head, still feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest from the panic. "She wasn't. She was lying beside Niko, licking his arm to try to get him to wake up. He was real cold, baby. I thought he was dead."

( Shannon's eyes were wide and he started to feel sick... )

LOG, COMPLETE

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[beautifulday]

There you go, Zeke! You must be a health genius :D

"And rumor has it you sucked his dick then kissed me."

[americanskin]

Who: Angela Ashwood and Clint Chevalier
What: Baby Daddy Business
Where: Home, NYC
When: Sunday afternoon

It was a pretty important day for Angela. It was time for her next sonogram. She had been back and forth about whether she wanted to know the gender or not. Not that, these days, that was always an indication what you would ultimately get. They had firm evidence within their extended family that a birth-assigned gender wasn't always the ultimate. But at this point, until the tiny person grew up and started to understand themselves, this was what they were dealing with.

They had all been going to go as a family affair. Even Lincoln and Emily's granny was over from London for a visit, so she was going to come too. Angela had requested the biggest sonogram room they had available with Haley, but she understood none of this was exactly a conventional situation. Not by a long shot. But by the time the day cropped up, they lost one of their numbers. Clint was usually as strong as a fucking ox. Or a dinosaur that killed an ox. He was certainly hung like one. But the night before, he came home so sick from a job that they were actually concerned he had gotten himself trashed or roofied, or anything along those lines.

Wasn't that sort of job, apparently. He hadn't even gotten much work done before he had to throw in the towel and concede he couldn't plough on. That was a huge sign that he must really be sick, because he was usually a brush it off and not give a fuck type of dude. That morning, with everyone getting up and trying to get their shit together, Lincoln had come out and said there was no way Clint could go because he was burning up and had been up sick all night. Angela knew that. She had gotten up three times because she has a hot water bottle in her gut pushing on her bladder, and each time when she checked in on them, Clint was in the bathroom sick as a dog.

So, they went to the appointment without him. Unfortunately. Angela knew that Clint wasn't really buying into the baby excitement or even seeing himself as a parental figure in the arrangement, but he was still her baby daddy and still one of her favourite humans in the whole world. She felt bad for him that he had to miss it. When Lincoln and Emily went out to have tea with their granny, Angela came home to heap her nursely skills onto Clint, whether he wanted it or not. Besides, she wanted a chat with him after everything, if he was up to it, that was.

Clint was in bed, wrapped up like a sausage roll in the blankets. She thought he was sleeping but when she came into check on him, he opened his eyes. "You look fucking terrible. Fucking hell," she murmured, putting her hand over his forehead. He was still burning. "Part of me wants to drag your ass down to the clinic right now, you know. You legit just sick, or is there something you didn't want to say in front of Linc about the job?"