rinse & repeat

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isaacdfeldman:

Isaac caught a glimpse of the mischief flashing across the others’ eyes. The man was attractive, and Isaac certainly couldn’t deny that. He took a sip of his drink, setting it down easily, and then looked up at the stranger, all doe-eyed, for effect. He smiled, smirking. He could feel the liquor in his bloodstream, as the room started to dull, ever so slightly. “Long day of rehearsals… needed something to take the edge off. Although I always love asking things of strangers. And how about you?”

Vice-less for the night, his blood sober and his pupils large, Wesley felt out of place in a bar for the first time in fifteen years. While his vice wasn’t alcoholic, the atmosphere was familiar and yet he was distracted by something more than the beating of his own heart. “What about me?”

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lucacavaliere:

He shook his head before laying himself over Wesley. “I should have just crawled into your bed instead. Or perhaps I need a bigger home and you and Sawyer should just move in if this is going to continue. I’ll get one of those beds that take up an entire wall that way there is room for 4 adults, 2 large dogs, and 2 children.”

Wesley smirks. “And when Kyson inevitably gets pregnant? Will you re-build the bed or simply kick us out?” It was a friendly tease, his hands falling to thread through the younger one’s hair. They had been friends for a long time, longer than he could truly remember. Being friends with somebody much younger than himself had always felt strange, but he supposed that his personality attracted younger people compared to people his own age. “How are you?”

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lucacavaliere:

“Mariposa?” he gasped, hand over his chest before he broke into a laugh. “I’m not sure you could ever come close to my mother, love,” he booped his nose. “Even I’m more scared of her than my father.” Wesley had known Luca for quite some time. He felt like they were brother’s at this point, though no one could take the place of his actual brother. “But speaking of sleep,” he hummed, giving his best friend a look. “I lost out my bed space to your boyfriend last night. He and Kyson were all curled up with the dogs so I slept in the guest room.”

Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, Wesley’s squints his eyes in question. “Wow, that stings. You could have asked me to be the little spoon and you chose to sleep alone” The paramedic feigns offense, sarcasm dripping like water off his tongue. Giving him a gentle yet fond chuckle, he nods. “The night before they were stealing mine. Do you know how difficult it is to have a one and a half year old as a bed partner? He likes to hog the covers and he drools”

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michelleseong:

Michelle wasn’t sure what exactly she was in a rush for, as she had no concrete plans for the evening. But she hoped to find a party going on, maybe a concert or even a bachelorette party she could sneak herself into. She could totally be the personal assistant of the bride’s cousin’s best friend from summer camp, right? She’d go with the flow on just about anything if it meant penis-shaped candy and Britney Spears songs. 

So she crouched at the driver’s side of a parked vehicle, chosen at random for the height of it’s side mirrors and the fact that no one was in it. She was careful not to touch it with her shoulder (why were car alarms so loud these days), as she used the mirror to quickly apply her makeup and check herself out for the night.

With sirens and lights on, Wesley could feel the familiar dread-like adrenaline butterfly in the pit of his stomach. Only months prior, this had been him. Heavy boots crunch the gravel beneath pairs of feet as skilled hands grab trauma bags and paddles with the snap of their gloves against wrists. The older paramedic notices the young girl in passing, making a mental note to speak to her if she stuck around; there was a good chance she would know something. Thirty year old, female, in second stage labor on the side of the street; how more exciting could things get. “What’s going on here?” Wesley coos, directing his partner to grab the stretcher from the back of the truck. His first delivery in a new city would definitely be a memorable one. He takes a breath. The dispatcher had merely said unknown medical and those were never good. 

Relief overcomes him in the moments after birth, when a loud wail of new lungs echoes in the darkness of the night. Normally, they would have transported immediately, but there was no way in hell Wesley was going to get in the way of a birthing mother and her crowning daughter, That would be incredibly foolish. “Well hello there...happy birthday, mate” The paramedic grins, wrapping the newborn tightly after looking her over in a blanket. “You and my son have something in common” He chuckles, arms extending to lay the little girl in her mother’s arms.

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isaacdfeldman:

Isaac drummed his fingers on the bar, his head swarming with lines to memorize. Noticing he was not alone, he turned to the person next to him. “You’re probably wondering why I’m muttering words to myself. I just want to apologize because that’s that, and there is no other explanation I can give.” He smiled, hands empty. “Planning on getting a drink?”

Wesley’s eyes squint in curiosity with the young man’s attention suddenly meeting his intrigued gaze. “Nah, mate, that’s not what I was thinking” Mischief shines in the whites of his eyes, stance suddenly too relaxed. It was interesting how he was finding things that gave him the same high as the amphetamine that still lingered in his system.  It had been four months and yet there were times withdrawal gripped him tight, he supposed that’s what using for fifteen years got him. “I haven’t decided” He says with a lisp of his teeth, breath lingering in his throat to give his tone a playful yet mysterious edge to his answer. “What about you? Are you simply sitting at a bar to people watch and ask questions?” A grin.

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Text - The Med Wes

Eli: Yup. You're good at two types of distraction and I need both

Wes: What kind of distractions are we talking about here?

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Text - The Med Wes

Wes: I am not. How does 7 sound?

Eli: Sounds great.

Eli: Is been awhile since I have seen my good friend and plus I need the distraction tonight

Wes: A distraction huh?

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missmcmags:

She loved her job. 

Sometimes.

But while she was a producer first and foremost, the issue with start-ups was that often times she had to do other jobs, too, which was fine, because if she was doing the talent scouting herself then she could be sure that they primarily worked with artists that she wanted to work with. And, honestly, she loved going to open mic nights to begin with, whether she was attending on behalf of the label or not. Cities were full of talented hopefuls working grueling day jobs while they try and find their way, and Maggie knew that San Francisco was going to be a gold mine for her, and it made her excited to get up each and every morning.

Apparently, though, all the talent was hiding elsewhere tonight, and if Maggie had to sit through one more dreadful Vance Joy cover, she was liable to fight someone. 

As a spoken word talent took the stage, waxing poetic about her relationship with her grandmother, Maggie tipped back the last of her beer and slipped out the front door for some air. The city streets were bustling in a way that was different than Atlanta and LA but invigorating nevertheless, and it was a welcome change to be out of the stifling bar environment. 

“Ah, that was a bust,” Maggie mumbled, wavering on the spot as she contemplated whether or not she wanted to call it a night, but… Instead, she zeroed in on someone nearby, alone for the moment, and she cocked her head curiously to the side. “Hi, Darlin’. I’ve got a curious proposition for ya, if you happen to be just as bored as I am.” 

He loved his job. Sometimes. Boots crunch on the gravel, the flash of lights cast intermittent shadows on the brick of the building they had been called to. Drunken fights were his favorite, even if he got smacked around by his patients before getting to truthfully treat them. Holding a pack to his jaw, he purses his lips in amusement as the beautiful woman approached him. Sitting near the front entrance in wait for his partner to do paperwork in the back of the truck, he winces slightly as he removes the cool ice from his face. “mmm, well, I have fifteen minutes left of my shift. Convince me of this curiosity and I might oblige.”

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zahrabrenner:

“Days like today really just make me miss the beaches back home” Zahra sighed a little and shrugged. “Nothing against the beaches here of course…they’re just not the same.” Her nose wrinkled a little before she gave a rueful smile. “Sorry, you looked like you were about to say something and here I am rambling on about beaches”

“Where is home for you?” Wesley understood completely. After spending nearly two and a half weeks back in New Zealand coming back to the United States felt almost like a defeat. He and Sawyer had almost made the decision to migrate to his homeland or up North to Canada. However, the pain of having to re-certify once again for both of them was something neither of them wanted to do. San Francisco was a good compromise. “I was merely going to agree.” 

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trintittay:

“Remind me downing a whole bottle of Chardonnay is not a good idea..” She whispered as she held her head and looked at the other. 

Sitting next to a young woman, obviously intoxicated but not the reason for the call they had received, he has to laugh. “Not once in my career have I yet encountered a drunk faller who was merely wine drunk. Is that what your friend was drinking as well?”

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discsters:

          SHE HEAVED AN AMUSED SIGH BEFORE SHE TOSSED HER PHONE CARELESSLY ONTO THE TABLE .       ‘      i don’t get it .      ’      she mused , a pout of full lips .       ‘     what is it with boys on tinder and their fascination with anal ? like what’s the big fuss ?       ’

“Do you want my honest opinion here?” Wesley questions, a grin upturning the corners of his lip with a gentle sigh.

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pagingdocblake:

  “Does this make me look like a panda?” he asked the closest person next to him. “My sister and her kids where over and I feel asleep and woke up looking like this. Lesson learned is never fall sleep around two three year old and your older sibling who loves pranking you.”

Wesley eyes the younger man with a fierce gaze. “Yes. And you will grow up to be the fiercest of them all, Matt” The man snorts, resting backward on the other’s couch. “Wyatt is thankfully not yet in the drawing on dad phase. Although I can’t say the same for my boyfriend.”

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Text - The Med Wes

Eli: Hey are you working tonight?

Eli: If not, are you up for drinks?

Wes: I am not. How does 7 sound?

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trixieisms:

trixie’s brows furrowed as she stared at a picture on her phone. “who in the actual fuck would shove that up their vagina?” she asked, turning her phone around to show the other a picture of a pointed dildo. “that’s fucking sharp, who would get off on that?”

The paramedic’s eyes wander toward the younger woman’s phone for only a second before a smirk passes his lips. “I believe it’s a torture device but I could be wrong. Perhaps it’s a statue”

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lucacavaliere:

“I’m sorry I’ve been going off maybe 3 to 4 hours of sleep this week. What did you say again?”

“God dammit...” Wesley rolls his eyes with an exasperated sigh. On a day off, he had decided to leave the house for once since moving to San Francisco. Truthfully, he had left his house many times, he had played with Wyatt in the backyard, had taken Sawyer out to dinner, but he hadn’t truly left his house in what seemed like an eternity. He supposed that was what happened when the beach was your backyard. “do I have to mother you, mariposa?”

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THREE MONTHS | WESSOY

Little feet settle in the sand, bucket and shovel excitedly bouncing as Wyatt’s body wiggles in a run toward Sawyer. “Get him, kid!” Wesley beams with a gentle chuckle. Moving to San Francisco had freed him. As much as his vice still lingered in the shadows, his brain and his body was starting to have an easier time with coping. Opening up to Sawyer had been a good idea. Everything from the moment he was born to the moment the pair met had been shared since their arrival and he was grateful for the force that had brought them together. He could cry but he wouldn’t. He was a better father, a better lover, and despite his personality still ringing true, the drama that surrounded his previous lies crumbled to the ground and shattered. Wyatt’s mischievous little eyes look backward at his father, blue and light, childish as he continues to chase the older man around the beach near their house. Luca had helped them find something small, something they both could afford without putting them out. Sawyer hadn’t found a job yet and as much as it would have been nice, it was nicer knowing that he was taking it easy. “I  don’t know who his father is but he must be a shit” Wesley snorts, laughing softly. @soybeancasserole