"Another one bites the dust."
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moviesismagicWho: Adrian and Tristan Hewitt with Richie Jameson
What: Blood, sweat and tears
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: New Year night
Adrian was supposed to be a married man by now. Instead, he was standing at a hospital vending machine trying to get what would likely be a bland and tepid coffee to ring in the New Year. All that happened was 2016 dumping a timely reminder on them that no matter how good life could be, we all had our proverbial crosses to bear. Adrian being engaged to a hemophiliac was one of them.
Everything had been all set and ready to go for their ceremony that was doubling as a massive New Year's party. It wasn't meant to be. At least, not that day. And it was all a product of his beautiful man having a way too massive a heart for his own good. Richie had been working a late evening shift at work the day before New Year's Eve. He had a patient, a little boy, who had come in with injuries the parents reported was a result of him slipping on an icy step at the back of their house. Though when Richie had been examining the little boy, the child grabbed the sleeve of his mom's shirt and it tugged down, revealing bruising up the side of her neck and over her collarbone.
A short while later, when the mother tried to prevent the father going into the little boy's room, he had completely lost his shit and punched her in the face. Richie tried to to intercept so he wouldn't do her any serious harm, while one of the nurses called Security. They didn't get there before the damage to Richie was done. He copped to right hooks in the temple and a knee in the gut. It caused him to immediately start to bleed out, not just from his mouth and nose, which looked like a blood bath in itself, but the knee to the gut perforated something inside, and caused an internal bleed to.
Richie was rushed to theatre for them to try to get inside him to locate the source of the bleeding to stop it. All the while, the staff struggled to the bleeding from his head to stop. It had turned into an extreme medical emergency. Adrian had been at home trying to touch base with everyone to make sure the last minute details for their wedding were all in place when he got the phone call. Richie was still in the operating room when he got to the hospital, arriving there even before Karla did.
They found the bleed and cauterized it, but it was only with a lot of medical intervention that Richie's bleeds started to slow down. They had been administered blood transfusions all the while, yet he continued to bleed. The bleeding slowed, and Adrian was briefed by Christian in the ICU about what had happened. Richie face was black and unrecognisable from the contusions, and his torso matched. Before he bled so heavily, it made the bruising look much worse than it would for a normal person. All Adrian could do was hand the reigns of his wedding over to his Personal Assistant to cancel everything, telling her to pay whatever late cancellations fees were involved.
Richie wasn't conscious. He needed to stay in the ICU while they continued to administer blood transfusions to try to get his count back up. Other than the bruising, his skin was deathly pale and he was cold to touch. The last thing on Adrian's mind was the wedding. Christian had reassured Adrian that although Richie looked terrible, he was stable and there was no sign of serious head injury or bleeding on the brain. It was just that his body went into overdrive with the excessive bleeding, and they had to monitor him if it started to get worse again. All Adrian could do was sit and wait it out. And that was how he welcomed 2017. Watching the black coffee splattered into the cup, hearing the ball drop on the TV in the nearby waiting room as he picked the cup up and had a tired sip.
What: Blood, sweat and tears
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: New Year night
Adrian was supposed to be a married man by now. Instead, he was standing at a hospital vending machine trying to get what would likely be a bland and tepid coffee to ring in the New Year. All that happened was 2016 dumping a timely reminder on them that no matter how good life could be, we all had our proverbial crosses to bear. Adrian being engaged to a hemophiliac was one of them.
Everything had been all set and ready to go for their ceremony that was doubling as a massive New Year's party. It wasn't meant to be. At least, not that day. And it was all a product of his beautiful man having a way too massive a heart for his own good. Richie had been working a late evening shift at work the day before New Year's Eve. He had a patient, a little boy, who had come in with injuries the parents reported was a result of him slipping on an icy step at the back of their house. Though when Richie had been examining the little boy, the child grabbed the sleeve of his mom's shirt and it tugged down, revealing bruising up the side of her neck and over her collarbone.
A short while later, when the mother tried to prevent the father going into the little boy's room, he had completely lost his shit and punched her in the face. Richie tried to to intercept so he wouldn't do her any serious harm, while one of the nurses called Security. They didn't get there before the damage to Richie was done. He copped to right hooks in the temple and a knee in the gut. It caused him to immediately start to bleed out, not just from his mouth and nose, which looked like a blood bath in itself, but the knee to the gut perforated something inside, and caused an internal bleed to.
Richie was rushed to theatre for them to try to get inside him to locate the source of the bleeding to stop it. All the while, the staff struggled to the bleeding from his head to stop. It had turned into an extreme medical emergency. Adrian had been at home trying to touch base with everyone to make sure the last minute details for their wedding were all in place when he got the phone call. Richie was still in the operating room when he got to the hospital, arriving there even before Karla did.
They found the bleed and cauterized it, but it was only with a lot of medical intervention that Richie's bleeds started to slow down. They had been administered blood transfusions all the while, yet he continued to bleed. The bleeding slowed, and Adrian was briefed by Christian in the ICU about what had happened. Richie face was black and unrecognisable from the contusions, and his torso matched. Before he bled so heavily, it made the bruising look much worse than it would for a normal person. All Adrian could do was hand the reigns of his wedding over to his Personal Assistant to cancel everything, telling her to pay whatever late cancellations fees were involved.
Richie wasn't conscious. He needed to stay in the ICU while they continued to administer blood transfusions to try to get his count back up. Other than the bruising, his skin was deathly pale and he was cold to touch. The last thing on Adrian's mind was the wedding. Christian had reassured Adrian that although Richie looked terrible, he was stable and there was no sign of serious head injury or bleeding on the brain. It was just that his body went into overdrive with the excessive bleeding, and they had to monitor him if it started to get worse again. All Adrian could do was sit and wait it out. And that was how he welcomed 2017. Watching the black coffee splattered into the cup, hearing the ball drop on the TV in the nearby waiting room as he picked the cup up and had a tired sip.
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Nov. 18th, 2016 04:37 pmthankfuckforlifeSo, we've set a date. New Year's Eve, and the party is on us. Or it's mostly on Adrian, but I think he's good for it :D
keytomylifeIf you want to go home and get some sleep, I'm off today so I can sit with Adrian until his brother gets in. You should get some rest, I really don't mind.
"I was made for loving you."
Jul. 25th, 2016 03:30 pmthankfuckforlifeWho: Richie Jameson, Adrian Hewitt and Miles Morrison
What: When TLC isn't enough
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: Middle of the night, Sunday
Richie was supposed to be at work for a day shift in a little less than five hours. But after being up with Adrian suffering increasing stomach pain and a fever that was gradually climbing, he called Nathan and told him he couldn't make the shift. Shortly after that, he made the decision that he should take Adrian in to the ER. Richie's fiancé had throwing up continuously for about five days now, and initially, he just seemed to be a flu bug. Adrian was a classic workaholic and tried to push on at work, but staff ganged up on him and called Richie to come and pick him up.
He just wasn't bouncing back after the conversation flu remedies Richie was ploughing into him. Now the nausea had stepped up into stomach pain and cramping. At one point, Adrian was doubled over in the foetal position on the bathroom floor from the pain. Richie had his suspicions about what might be wrong, but he was a pediatrician, and he didn't want to home-diagnose without the right diagnostic tools at his disposal. He suspected appendicitis at first, but Adrian vetoed that by saying he had his appendix out when he was a kid. That was when Richie started to worry even more, and Adrian's temperature was climbing little by little and was now in the high grade zone.
Richie brought him in, and having just been triaged by Miles, who was working an ER shift, they were waiting on a doctor to come assess him. Richie had a Red Bull in his hand because he was feeling sleepy given the time of the night it was. Adrian was lying on the gurney, curled up on his side, an arm nursed around his stomach. Richie was stroking his hair in soft soothing strokes. It was usually Richie the one in an ER bed getting treatment for his bleeds. It had shaken him up having the tables turned and Adrian to be ill. Adrian usually seemed as fix as an ox, and then some. He was incredible health-conscious and worked out to stay healthy with his crazy work schedule. The fever was indicative of an infection somewhere. Richie was hoping it was something relatively simple, with relatively easy treatment options.
Adrian was shifting then with a groan and hurried the sick bag to his mouth where he was, once again, sick repeatedly. Richie put the Red Bull aside to take Adrian's free hand to hold. When Adrian was done, Richie got up to dispose of the bag immediately and brought a fresh one back for him. "Do you want me to get a cool cloth for your face, honey? You're burning."
What: When TLC isn't enough
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: Middle of the night, Sunday
Richie was supposed to be at work for a day shift in a little less than five hours. But after being up with Adrian suffering increasing stomach pain and a fever that was gradually climbing, he called Nathan and told him he couldn't make the shift. Shortly after that, he made the decision that he should take Adrian in to the ER. Richie's fiancé had throwing up continuously for about five days now, and initially, he just seemed to be a flu bug. Adrian was a classic workaholic and tried to push on at work, but staff ganged up on him and called Richie to come and pick him up.
He just wasn't bouncing back after the conversation flu remedies Richie was ploughing into him. Now the nausea had stepped up into stomach pain and cramping. At one point, Adrian was doubled over in the foetal position on the bathroom floor from the pain. Richie had his suspicions about what might be wrong, but he was a pediatrician, and he didn't want to home-diagnose without the right diagnostic tools at his disposal. He suspected appendicitis at first, but Adrian vetoed that by saying he had his appendix out when he was a kid. That was when Richie started to worry even more, and Adrian's temperature was climbing little by little and was now in the high grade zone.
Richie brought him in, and having just been triaged by Miles, who was working an ER shift, they were waiting on a doctor to come assess him. Richie had a Red Bull in his hand because he was feeling sleepy given the time of the night it was. Adrian was lying on the gurney, curled up on his side, an arm nursed around his stomach. Richie was stroking his hair in soft soothing strokes. It was usually Richie the one in an ER bed getting treatment for his bleeds. It had shaken him up having the tables turned and Adrian to be ill. Adrian usually seemed as fix as an ox, and then some. He was incredible health-conscious and worked out to stay healthy with his crazy work schedule. The fever was indicative of an infection somewhere. Richie was hoping it was something relatively simple, with relatively easy treatment options.
Adrian was shifting then with a groan and hurried the sick bag to his mouth where he was, once again, sick repeatedly. Richie put the Red Bull aside to take Adrian's free hand to hold. When Adrian was done, Richie got up to dispose of the bag immediately and brought a fresh one back for him. "Do you want me to get a cool cloth for your face, honey? You're burning."
[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Mom @ livingforlife
Jul. 25th, 2016 03:24 pmthankfuckforlifeI know it's, like, the middle of the night, but I'm taking Adrian to the ER, Momma. His fever's not coming down and he's got bad stomach pain, and his belly's a bit swollen. He's still throwing up. He had his appendix out when he was 9, so it's not that. I'm just worried, so I'm taking him in.
[ FACEBOOK ] with Richie Jameson
Jul. 10th, 2016 03:40 pmmoviesismagicSpending the weekend with this angel, trying to decide on The Date #fiance #beautifulsoul
[ FACEBOOK ]
Jun. 25th, 2016 02:47 pm"My love for you, insatiable."
Jun. 24th, 2016 11:30 pmmoviesismagicWho: Adrian Hewitt and Richie Jameson
What: Happiest Place on Earth
Where: Disneyland
When: After THIS
That day had been, without a doubt, the best of Adrian's life. He had done and seen some incredible things in his relatively short life, but that day he had laughed more than he ever had and Richie had him smiling so much, his face was aching. They had a ball on all the rides, and it was the uplifting fun they needed after moving through a dark and stormy cloud together recently. No one was drunk, no one felt like they needed to be drunk, no one was bleeding, no one was feeling like this wasn't working. It was just perfect. The exact sort of perfect Adrian knew he wouldn't ever forget.
Now they were in a VIP area watching the Paint the Night Parade and waiting for the fireworks to start in a little while. Adrian had his arm tucked cosily around Richie's shoulders, while Richie stood snuggled in beside him with his arm wrapped around Adrian's waist. They were both wearing Mickey Mouse ears, because no trip to Disneyland was complete without that, as dorky as it probably was. Richie was munching on cotton candy, and feeding pieces of it to Adrian as he broke them off and tugged them free. The latest piece, Adrian bypassed and instead caught Richie's lips in a deep kiss. His lips and tongue tasted sweet, and Adrian smiled into the kiss. "Happy?" he asked with a smile, their lips still so close.
What: Happiest Place on Earth
Where: Disneyland
When: After THIS
That day had been, without a doubt, the best of Adrian's life. He had done and seen some incredible things in his relatively short life, but that day he had laughed more than he ever had and Richie had him smiling so much, his face was aching. They had a ball on all the rides, and it was the uplifting fun they needed after moving through a dark and stormy cloud together recently. No one was drunk, no one felt like they needed to be drunk, no one was bleeding, no one was feeling like this wasn't working. It was just perfect. The exact sort of perfect Adrian knew he wouldn't ever forget.
Now they were in a VIP area watching the Paint the Night Parade and waiting for the fireworks to start in a little while. Adrian had his arm tucked cosily around Richie's shoulders, while Richie stood snuggled in beside him with his arm wrapped around Adrian's waist. They were both wearing Mickey Mouse ears, because no trip to Disneyland was complete without that, as dorky as it probably was. Richie was munching on cotton candy, and feeding pieces of it to Adrian as he broke them off and tugged them free. The latest piece, Adrian bypassed and instead caught Richie's lips in a deep kiss. His lips and tongue tasted sweet, and Adrian smiled into the kiss. "Happy?" he asked with a smile, their lips still so close.
"It's time."
Jun. 24th, 2016 10:10 pmthankfuckforlifeWho: Just Richie
What: MF'ing Disneyland
Where: See above
When: After THIS
Richie's granddad had let slip over a family dinner one night one of Richie's amusing childhood moments. Having gotten pissed off at kids asking him why he didn't have a dad, he had began a phase of telling people 'I don't ever want to get married, I just want to go to Disneyland!' It was hilarious when you were eight years old. In many ways, Richie had grown up like his mom, ultimately being hardworking and career-focused. His conviction about Disneyland had never changed, but his ideals about marriage definitely had. Especially since Adrian had come into the picture.
It had been a rocky road, there was no doubt about that. Richie's life had been complicated shortly after Adrian had paid a million bucks for him in the bachelor auction. Even had Richie had been skeptical about the whole thing, they ended up sleeping together and the sex that first night had been fucking fantastic. Romance blossomed, and even though other parts of Richie's life became confusing and scary along the way, things kept evolving with Adrian.
Adrian never held back. He was romantic, funny, smart, talented, gorgeous. He was the perfect package, and it lead to Richie feeling sometimes that he was too good for him. Or that Adrian would eventually get fed the fuck up with having to run back to New York every time Richie got himself ill, injured or in an emotional wreck. But it had been Adrian who had been there for him when the ordeal with Zoran happened, when Richie had fallen ill and started bleeding internally, when things with Jeff died in the ass, and then when Richie suffered the vicarious trauma through his job with the rape victim patient and started drinking heavily.
( The drinking heavily had lead to him doing dumb shit like getting a tattoo of Adrian's name on him, which caused a hemorrhage... )
COMPLETE
What: MF'ing Disneyland
Where: See above
When: After THIS
Richie's granddad had let slip over a family dinner one night one of Richie's amusing childhood moments. Having gotten pissed off at kids asking him why he didn't have a dad, he had began a phase of telling people 'I don't ever want to get married, I just want to go to Disneyland!' It was hilarious when you were eight years old. In many ways, Richie had grown up like his mom, ultimately being hardworking and career-focused. His conviction about Disneyland had never changed, but his ideals about marriage definitely had. Especially since Adrian had come into the picture.
It had been a rocky road, there was no doubt about that. Richie's life had been complicated shortly after Adrian had paid a million bucks for him in the bachelor auction. Even had Richie had been skeptical about the whole thing, they ended up sleeping together and the sex that first night had been fucking fantastic. Romance blossomed, and even though other parts of Richie's life became confusing and scary along the way, things kept evolving with Adrian.
Adrian never held back. He was romantic, funny, smart, talented, gorgeous. He was the perfect package, and it lead to Richie feeling sometimes that he was too good for him. Or that Adrian would eventually get fed the fuck up with having to run back to New York every time Richie got himself ill, injured or in an emotional wreck. But it had been Adrian who had been there for him when the ordeal with Zoran happened, when Richie had fallen ill and started bleeding internally, when things with Jeff died in the ass, and then when Richie suffered the vicarious trauma through his job with the rape victim patient and started drinking heavily.
( The drinking heavily had lead to him doing dumb shit like getting a tattoo of Adrian's name on him, which caused a hemorrhage... )
COMPLETE
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Jun. 19th, 2016 11:41 pmthankfuckforlifeWhen you think you're going to The Hamptons for the weekend, but you get flown in a private jet to Disneyland to stay in the FREAKING MICKEY MOUSE PENTHOUSE #MOTHERFUCKINGDISNEYLAND
"All that you did was love."
Jun. 17th, 2016 10:27 pmmoviesismagicWho: Adrian Hewitt and Karla Jameson
What: Secret meetings and chats
Where: Karla's home, White Plains
When: Friday, lunch time, after THIS
That morning, Adrian had to deal with Orion throwing a complete diva fit, but it was well warranted. It was all part and parcel of the business sometimes. Orion and Enzo actually worked so well together, the casting was exceptional. But neither were very compatible with the female co-star who was full of her own self-importance. It was early enough days that Adrian was actually considering a re-cast. Work business. That he had to deal with after waking up and having some pretty incredible morning sex with Richie, making neither of them want to get out of bed to go to work. There may have been some entertaining of calling in sick, but they both put their (adult) pants on and got to it. They grabbed a quick breakfast, and Adrian dropped Richie off at the hospital before heading to set for the day's filming. He was more than okay taking a breather to go visit Karla.
He was just reading a text from Orion that simply said 'I cannot work with her, she's a homophobic bitch' when he rang Karla's doorbell. Adrian knew Orion was both gay and secretly married, but no one else on the production did. It wasn't always easy, but he truly respected why Orion kept his private life just that: private. His priority was to 100% protect his husband, who had written this screenplay that Adrian purchased, not his own career. It was the joys of the movie biz. Then a second text came through from Richie that said, 'I think I might get my nipple pierced' with a tongue emoji. It was a joke, Adrian knew that. Richie poked fun at his dumb mistake getting a tattoo when he was drunk. He could now. He was back on the road to recovery.
Smirking, Adrian shot him back a text that said 'NO, LET ME SUCK IT INSTEAD' with a tongue emoji of his own. Things were better. Much better. For awhile there, Adrian really hadn't been sure at all. He was glad the rocky road had smoothed out again.
What: Secret meetings and chats
Where: Karla's home, White Plains
When: Friday, lunch time, after THIS
That morning, Adrian had to deal with Orion throwing a complete diva fit, but it was well warranted. It was all part and parcel of the business sometimes. Orion and Enzo actually worked so well together, the casting was exceptional. But neither were very compatible with the female co-star who was full of her own self-importance. It was early enough days that Adrian was actually considering a re-cast. Work business. That he had to deal with after waking up and having some pretty incredible morning sex with Richie, making neither of them want to get out of bed to go to work. There may have been some entertaining of calling in sick, but they both put their (adult) pants on and got to it. They grabbed a quick breakfast, and Adrian dropped Richie off at the hospital before heading to set for the day's filming. He was more than okay taking a breather to go visit Karla.
He was just reading a text from Orion that simply said 'I cannot work with her, she's a homophobic bitch' when he rang Karla's doorbell. Adrian knew Orion was both gay and secretly married, but no one else on the production did. It wasn't always easy, but he truly respected why Orion kept his private life just that: private. His priority was to 100% protect his husband, who had written this screenplay that Adrian purchased, not his own career. It was the joys of the movie biz. Then a second text came through from Richie that said, 'I think I might get my nipple pierced' with a tongue emoji. It was a joke, Adrian knew that. Richie poked fun at his dumb mistake getting a tattoo when he was drunk. He could now. He was back on the road to recovery.
Smirking, Adrian shot him back a text that said 'NO, LET ME SUCK IT INSTEAD' with a tongue emoji of his own. Things were better. Much better. For awhile there, Adrian really hadn't been sure at all. He was glad the rocky road had smoothed out again.
[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Karla @ livingforlife
Jun. 17th, 2016 01:59 pmmoviesismagicHi Karla. Do you think we could meet for a coffee at some point? There's just something I want to talk to you about.
"Something to talk about."
Apr. 16th, 2016 11:27 pmeverythingdesignerWho: Tristan and Adrian Hewitt
What: Accidental brotherly intervention
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC
When: Friday evening
Adrian had sent Tristan a text message to cancel lunch plans they had for Friday, telling him what happened to Richie. Of course, Tristan didn't mind at all. It sounded serious. Adrian needed to be with his partner. But then there was the Facebook post, which hadn't at all made sense. Adrian needed to be with Richie, so why was he talking about needing to get away? Tristan didn't need to be a genius to work out that something wasn't right. He had cancelled a couple of meetings he had scheduled in for late that afternoon, and as soon as he could get away from work, he had gotten his driver to take him to the hospital.
Luckily, it was right on time. Just as he was arriving and heading through the foyer of the hospital, Adrian stepped out of the elevator and was heading towards the exit. He was moving in quick strides, clearly in his own world and wasn't even looking to notice Tristan there. Before his brother could get to the exit, Tristan stepped up to intercept him. "Hey. Where are you going? I thought I'd be having to drag you away from Richie's bedside," he said in concern. The troubled look on Adrian's face was obvious. "What's going on, Aid? Has something happened? Is he in worse condition than you thought?"
What: Accidental brotherly intervention
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC
When: Friday evening
Adrian had sent Tristan a text message to cancel lunch plans they had for Friday, telling him what happened to Richie. Of course, Tristan didn't mind at all. It sounded serious. Adrian needed to be with his partner. But then there was the Facebook post, which hadn't at all made sense. Adrian needed to be with Richie, so why was he talking about needing to get away? Tristan didn't need to be a genius to work out that something wasn't right. He had cancelled a couple of meetings he had scheduled in for late that afternoon, and as soon as he could get away from work, he had gotten his driver to take him to the hospital.
Luckily, it was right on time. Just as he was arriving and heading through the foyer of the hospital, Adrian stepped out of the elevator and was heading towards the exit. He was moving in quick strides, clearly in his own world and wasn't even looking to notice Tristan there. Before his brother could get to the exit, Tristan stepped up to intercept him. "Hey. Where are you going? I thought I'd be having to drag you away from Richie's bedside," he said in concern. The troubled look on Adrian's face was obvious. "What's going on, Aid? Has something happened? Is he in worse condition than you thought?"
[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Riley @ pullmysteth
Apr. 15th, 2016 11:45 pmmoviesismagicWhy the hell didn't the ER staff call me when Richie arrived? I'm listed as his ICE, and I should have been called.
"Don't wanna be all by myself..."
Apr. 15th, 2016 11:08 pmkeytomylifeWho: Just Miles Morrison
What: Alone
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC
When: Early Friday morning
Short of either of them ending up dead, the night out drinking for Miles and Richie couldn't have gone worse. Getting drunk was the easy part, but Richie had no intentions of taking it slow, and Miles just figured what the hell. He was miserable, and yeah, he wanted to be drunk. Why shouldn't he get drunk? He was an adult and he just been split up with in a pretty raw way for a pretty raw reason. Getting trashed for awhile was exactly what he wanted to do because sober, all he did was alternate between crying and feeling furious. He didn't like either option. Without work to distract him, going out just seemed like a good idea.
He just didn't know that Richie had been using booze as a band-aid for little while now. When Richie had started to get drunk, some references had been made to rape and not caring about whether he got drunk or not. Miles knew Richie's life was made by rape, but this wasn't to do with that. It was different. But as soon as Richie had mentioned it, he just hit some harder booze, bumping from double shots to triple, so Miles decided to follow suit. Of course, Miles knew Richie was hemophiliac, but at the same time, Richie was also an adult and a doctor, and capable of making his own decision (albeit bad ones) without his mate breathing down his neck. When Richie wanted to get a tattoo, Miles had just been too drunk to think rationally about it. He just thought it was hilarious.
( Miles had always been a happy drunk... )
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
What: Alone
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC
When: Early Friday morning
Short of either of them ending up dead, the night out drinking for Miles and Richie couldn't have gone worse. Getting drunk was the easy part, but Richie had no intentions of taking it slow, and Miles just figured what the hell. He was miserable, and yeah, he wanted to be drunk. Why shouldn't he get drunk? He was an adult and he just been split up with in a pretty raw way for a pretty raw reason. Getting trashed for awhile was exactly what he wanted to do because sober, all he did was alternate between crying and feeling furious. He didn't like either option. Without work to distract him, going out just seemed like a good idea.
He just didn't know that Richie had been using booze as a band-aid for little while now. When Richie had started to get drunk, some references had been made to rape and not caring about whether he got drunk or not. Miles knew Richie's life was made by rape, but this wasn't to do with that. It was different. But as soon as Richie had mentioned it, he just hit some harder booze, bumping from double shots to triple, so Miles decided to follow suit. Of course, Miles knew Richie was hemophiliac, but at the same time, Richie was also an adult and a doctor, and capable of making his own decision (albeit bad ones) without his mate breathing down his neck. When Richie wanted to get a tattoo, Miles had just been too drunk to think rationally about it. He just thought it was hilarious.
( Miles had always been a happy drunk... )
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
keytomylifeThis is Richie's friend, Miles. I need to let you know Richie's in hospital. He's not doing too well and I know he'd want you here.
"Why did you change all of a sudden?"
Mar. 30th, 2016 09:41 ammoviesismagicWho: Adrian Hewitt and Richie Jameson
What: Intervention
Where: Hollywood Hills, CA
When: Tuesday night
Adrian just couldn't stand by and do nothing when he knew something wasn't right with Richie. He had briefly spoken to Karla about it in a few text messages, but he couldn't let the fate of his relationship fall on a brief text message conversation. That just wasn't him. In his heart, he knew something was wrong with Richie. He didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. He just didn't know what it was. Or why. Or what to do to help. The distance between them while Adrian was working in LA for a few weeks didn't help. All it did was give Richie the tools to withdraw even more. The text messages and phone calls had fizzled out, and then Richie wasn't even answering calls.
So, knowing Richie had his four days off work now, Adrian bought him a first class ticket to fly him to LA so they could have time together and hopefully at least talk about how Richie was feeling. Adrian had no clue Jeff had spoken to Karla. Adrian didn't even know Jeff. He hadn't met him. All he knew was there had been this best friend, but now Richie couldn't stand to even hear his name, so Adrian never pushed any of that. It wasn't his business to push. He just figured if there was anyone important in Richie's life, he would have met them by now.
He just didn't factor in the possibility Richie would arrive drunk. Not steaming, but enough to have a slur to his words and a stumble in his step. Not to mention having to throw up spectacularly on the side of the road out of the limousine on the way to Adrian's Hollywood Hills home. Adrian was just fucking glad he had met Richie at the airport, or he might have ended up lost without a trace. Adrian didn't try to intervene that morning. All he did was put Richie to bed so he could sleep some of it off. You couldn't talk to someone in that condition; not someone who had already been withdrawn from you.
Now evening, was trying to decide if he should order something in for dinner alone, or if he needed something for Richie too if he woke up. He was sitting at the counter of the kitchen island with some takeout menus in front of him, lying there forgotten while Adrian sat with his head in his hands. He was so sure Richie wanted to split with him, and he was feeling miserable about it all.
What: Intervention
Where: Hollywood Hills, CA
When: Tuesday night
Adrian just couldn't stand by and do nothing when he knew something wasn't right with Richie. He had briefly spoken to Karla about it in a few text messages, but he couldn't let the fate of his relationship fall on a brief text message conversation. That just wasn't him. In his heart, he knew something was wrong with Richie. He didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. He just didn't know what it was. Or why. Or what to do to help. The distance between them while Adrian was working in LA for a few weeks didn't help. All it did was give Richie the tools to withdraw even more. The text messages and phone calls had fizzled out, and then Richie wasn't even answering calls.
So, knowing Richie had his four days off work now, Adrian bought him a first class ticket to fly him to LA so they could have time together and hopefully at least talk about how Richie was feeling. Adrian had no clue Jeff had spoken to Karla. Adrian didn't even know Jeff. He hadn't met him. All he knew was there had been this best friend, but now Richie couldn't stand to even hear his name, so Adrian never pushed any of that. It wasn't his business to push. He just figured if there was anyone important in Richie's life, he would have met them by now.
He just didn't factor in the possibility Richie would arrive drunk. Not steaming, but enough to have a slur to his words and a stumble in his step. Not to mention having to throw up spectacularly on the side of the road out of the limousine on the way to Adrian's Hollywood Hills home. Adrian was just fucking glad he had met Richie at the airport, or he might have ended up lost without a trace. Adrian didn't try to intervene that morning. All he did was put Richie to bed so he could sleep some of it off. You couldn't talk to someone in that condition; not someone who had already been withdrawn from you.
Now evening, was trying to decide if he should order something in for dinner alone, or if he needed something for Richie too if he woke up. He was sitting at the counter of the kitchen island with some takeout menus in front of him, lying there forgotten while Adrian sat with his head in his hands. He was so sure Richie wanted to split with him, and he was feeling miserable about it all.
"A little bit of alcohaulin' ass."
Mar. 21st, 2016 02:40 pmmultipleloveWho: Brett Jennings, Richie Jameson and Adrian Hewitt
What: Brotherly duties
Where: Adrian's apartment, NYC
When: Sunday night
Brett was really glad he was there that night, or Richie would have tripped out of that cab and fallen flat on his face on the sidewalk in front of Adrian's apartment block. Then that would have let to an all-out bleeding-fest and those were never pretty. Brett had all intentions of having a decent amount of drinks that night because he had a really long and hard week at school and things were still playing on his mind about Melody and the pregnancy. They were in this push/pull situation now where they weren't sure if they should date, weren't sure what their feelings were, and weren't sure how the hell to deal with the fact there was a baby on the way. Melody told him that Zoran had been distant these past couple of weeks, and Richie was basically incommunicado every time Brett tried to call him or text him. So, he dragged both of them out to a bar.
It turned out they were the ones who were both going to get totalled, and he had a few but was mostly sober. When Zoran was totalled relatively quickly, Brett called Caleb and told him to come pick Zoran up, so Brett could get Richie home safely. Richie was a mess. Brett had made it around the side of the cab just in time for Richie to try to get out. He caught his honourary brother just as he tripped on the gutter and his own foot, and stopped him smashing his face in. Richie was an uncoordinated mess in Brett's arms now. He was skinny and lanky, and it took some juggling on Brett's part to get Richie up on his feet again.
"Just don't puke on me, for fuck's sake," he said while he held Richie up and threw some cash in at the cab driver to pay for their ride. He elbowed the door shut so the cab could leave, and then held Richie up around the waste. "You were ploughing through those fucking drinks, dude. Are you going to tell me what the fuck's going on now?"
What: Brotherly duties
Where: Adrian's apartment, NYC
When: Sunday night
Brett was really glad he was there that night, or Richie would have tripped out of that cab and fallen flat on his face on the sidewalk in front of Adrian's apartment block. Then that would have let to an all-out bleeding-fest and those were never pretty. Brett had all intentions of having a decent amount of drinks that night because he had a really long and hard week at school and things were still playing on his mind about Melody and the pregnancy. They were in this push/pull situation now where they weren't sure if they should date, weren't sure what their feelings were, and weren't sure how the hell to deal with the fact there was a baby on the way. Melody told him that Zoran had been distant these past couple of weeks, and Richie was basically incommunicado every time Brett tried to call him or text him. So, he dragged both of them out to a bar.
It turned out they were the ones who were both going to get totalled, and he had a few but was mostly sober. When Zoran was totalled relatively quickly, Brett called Caleb and told him to come pick Zoran up, so Brett could get Richie home safely. Richie was a mess. Brett had made it around the side of the cab just in time for Richie to try to get out. He caught his honourary brother just as he tripped on the gutter and his own foot, and stopped him smashing his face in. Richie was an uncoordinated mess in Brett's arms now. He was skinny and lanky, and it took some juggling on Brett's part to get Richie up on his feet again.
"Just don't puke on me, for fuck's sake," he said while he held Richie up and threw some cash in at the cab driver to pay for their ride. He elbowed the door shut so the cab could leave, and then held Richie up around the waste. "You were ploughing through those fucking drinks, dude. Are you going to tell me what the fuck's going on now?"
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Mar. 14th, 2016 02:01 pmmoviesismagicHi Karla - Have you heard from Richie today? He usually texts after his shift, and when he gets up from his sleep for a bathroom stop, but I haven't heard anything. I thought maybe he just got distracted with Jeff. Who I actually haven't met and have no contact details for.
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Feb. 17th, 2016 09:11 pmthankfuckforlifeDate evening/night seeing Chicago yesterday and now 2 days off together. I fucking love being in love.
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Jan. 1st, 2016 08:39 pmmoviesismagicGot back from a quick trip visiting the family with Tristan just in time to be drunk dialled by my gorgeous other half and make it to him just before midnight for him to make good on his promises ;)
Happy 2016 to me - and to everyone else!
Happy 2016 to me - and to everyone else!
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Dec. 23rd, 2015 03:26 pmmoviesismagicI honestly have the most beautiful, sweet, amazing, caring, and wonderful boyfriend. How did I get so lucky? Best birthday ever.
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Dec. 23rd, 2015 02:41 amthankfuckforlifeHERE @ muserevival
"Vulnerability is the essence of romance. It's the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, 'This is me, and I'm interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more important, all that I am not.'" - Ashton Kutcher
With Adrian Hewitt
The first hurdle Richie discovered in dating a billionaire was the birthday gift options were pretty limited. Especially when said billionaire boyfriend wasn't really materialistic. He had nice things, and lived in a gorgeous apartment, and drove a nice car. But he would much rather donate to charity than need expensive gifts. Money wasn't constantly at the forefront of everything. The lovely things he had done for Richie since they had been dating had come from the heart, and left little imprints on Richie's heart as a result. They were making memories. Priceless memories. Money couldn't buy that.
( Still, it was Adrian's birthday and he wanted to make it another little memory imprint because it was the first birthday they would share in their relationship... )
muserevival"Vulnerability is the essence of romance. It's the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, 'This is me, and I'm interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more important, all that I am not.'" - Ashton Kutcher
With Adrian Hewitt
The first hurdle Richie discovered in dating a billionaire was the birthday gift options were pretty limited. Especially when said billionaire boyfriend wasn't really materialistic. He had nice things, and lived in a gorgeous apartment, and drove a nice car. But he would much rather donate to charity than need expensive gifts. Money wasn't constantly at the forefront of everything. The lovely things he had done for Richie since they had been dating had come from the heart, and left little imprints on Richie's heart as a result. They were making memories. Priceless memories. Money couldn't buy that.
( Still, it was Adrian's birthday and he wanted to make it another little memory imprint because it was the first birthday they would share in their relationship... )
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Dec. 20th, 2015 09:22 pmeverythingdesignerSpent some time with Adrian and his man last night. Fucking love seeing him so happy.
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Dec. 16th, 2015 10:17 pmthankfuckforlifeI've discovered that one of the best things in the world is warm afternoon snuggles in bed and a long nap with your lover on a cold rainy day.
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Dec. 6th, 2015 02:47 pmthankfuckforlifeLying cuddling on the sofa all day with my favourite person watching cheesy movies and eating cookies #relationshipgoalsmet #lovelovelove #ihavehappy
"Hand to hold on to."
Dec. 5th, 2015 01:59 pmmoviesismagicWho: Adrian Hewitt and Richie Jameson
What: Late night date night
Where: Hudson River foreshore
When: Friday night
There was no doubt about the fact Richie and Adrian had both been hit pretty hard with the flu bug. Adrian knew he had caught it off Richie, but he didn't mind. That was just something that happened when you were a couple. Richie took the hardest hit. His initial flu turned into a bad chest infection and cough that he had still been battling when Adrian had started to feel poorly. Even still feeling unwell himself, Richie had fallen right into nurse-mode with Adrian. For Adrian, he just felt sick and wiped out. He had been aching all over, running a fever, nauseated which inevitably lead to throwing up. They had been a pair of sickies holed up in bed together, but even feeling as shit as they did, it had still been nice. For some reason, it was a bonding experience for them as a couple and took them to the next level.
Now, it was date night. They were both feeling much better and they had both been back to work this week. Which mean time together was rationed again. They found unconventional ways to spend time together, and this was one of them. Richie had worked a double shift, day and evening, and Adrian had been on set all day in the early days of filming his latest movie with Orion. All day, he hadn't bee able to stop thinking about Richie. He was on his mind constantly, and people were catching him in little daydreams, smiling just thinking about how lucky he got.
They were walking hand-in-hand along the Hudson River promenade. Adrian had met Richie at work after his shift and they went to get hot chocolate and cupcakes together. They brought them here and sat on one of the benches chatting about their days. They were rugged up in thick coats, scarves and gloves, walking slowly and holding hands. Adrian stopped, pulled Richie close and gave him a deep, lingering kiss. When it stopped, their faces still close, he smiled and murmured, "I love you."
What: Late night date night
Where: Hudson River foreshore
When: Friday night
There was no doubt about the fact Richie and Adrian had both been hit pretty hard with the flu bug. Adrian knew he had caught it off Richie, but he didn't mind. That was just something that happened when you were a couple. Richie took the hardest hit. His initial flu turned into a bad chest infection and cough that he had still been battling when Adrian had started to feel poorly. Even still feeling unwell himself, Richie had fallen right into nurse-mode with Adrian. For Adrian, he just felt sick and wiped out. He had been aching all over, running a fever, nauseated which inevitably lead to throwing up. They had been a pair of sickies holed up in bed together, but even feeling as shit as they did, it had still been nice. For some reason, it was a bonding experience for them as a couple and took them to the next level.
Now, it was date night. They were both feeling much better and they had both been back to work this week. Which mean time together was rationed again. They found unconventional ways to spend time together, and this was one of them. Richie had worked a double shift, day and evening, and Adrian had been on set all day in the early days of filming his latest movie with Orion. All day, he hadn't bee able to stop thinking about Richie. He was on his mind constantly, and people were catching him in little daydreams, smiling just thinking about how lucky he got.
They were walking hand-in-hand along the Hudson River promenade. Adrian had met Richie at work after his shift and they went to get hot chocolate and cupcakes together. They brought them here and sat on one of the benches chatting about their days. They were rugged up in thick coats, scarves and gloves, walking slowly and holding hands. Adrian stopped, pulled Richie close and gave him a deep, lingering kiss. When it stopped, their faces still close, he smiled and murmured, "I love you."