* OTIS / GREY.

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24-30

24. does your muse hate their middle name? \ what is it?

"my name is otis michael grey. and no, i don't hate my middle name. i was named after michael jackson, so i actually really love my middle name."

25. how many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

"zero. if i'm not at work, i'm sleeping. if i'm not sleeping, i'm shitting. if i'm not shitting, i'm in the shower. i don't ever do anything even remotely entertaining."

26. does your muse have any trophies?

"my baby cousin gave me a 'best cousin of the year' award that she made right before i moved to london and i'm so proud of that thing."

27. if your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

"indoor skydiving? sure. but there's no way in hell i'd ever do the real thing."

28. what is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

"i'm a good christian boy. i don't lie."

29. has your muse ever had a pet? if so, what type?

"i had too many dogs, a cat, and some farm animals in tennessee. then i had a fish when i first moved to london, but it died because i forgot to feed it and clean the tank."

30. who was your muse’s first kiss?

"my best friend, ashley, in sixth grade. it was disgusting."

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4, 17, 22, 39, 43 !

4. was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

"my dad really wanted me to take over the family business. he owns a body shop in nashville that he inherited from my grandpa. i think it's pretty clear that i said no."

17. does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

"i believe in god, jesus and all that. but i don't pray as often as i did when i was a kid. i was really big into church and stuff when i was a pre-teen."

22. what is your muse most thankful for?

"i'm really thankful for my childhood. it wasn't the greatest. my parents weren't happy when i came out, and my grandpa really wasn't happy. but we went on vacation every year, and i had the best friends, and i met justin timberlake twice. i don't think i could've asked for a better life back then."

39. does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

"i go for both. i like to switch things up."

43. describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

"my grandma. she died a few weeks before i started high school. she was the first person i came out to, and she inspired me to tell the rest of my family. she was a special lady and i miss her every damn day."

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23, 36, 49

23. what shoe size is your muse?

“fifteen.“

36. what simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

"i guess i’m surprisingly bad at swallowing pills. i only take liquid meds like a fucking child because i get choked and throw up otherwise.”

49. how long is your muse’s penis?

“oh my god. i’m happy with it and i never get any complaints from anyone else. that’s all i’m gonna say.”

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Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized?

"yes to being hospitalized. i had my tonsils and adenoids removed when i was five, i had my appendix removed when i was seventeen, and i had a pulmonary embolism when i was twenty. fun stuff!"

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50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

Send me a number! (some slightly nsfw) || specify muse if needed

How does your muse feel about seafood?

What is their favorite piece of technology?

When did they lose their virginity?

Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

What keeps your muse up at night?

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Does your muse get carsick?

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized? 

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters) 

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

When did your muse learn about sex?

What is your muse most thankful for?

What shoe size is your muse?

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

Does your muse have any trophies?

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

What is your muse’s first memory?

How does your muse feel about crocs?

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

What was your muses’s first job?

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Would your muse ever roleplay?

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Name a song your muse can sing every word to. 

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

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roisiins‌:

   “you’re a nurse?” róisín’s eyebrows perked up with interest in the other’s profession. the girl was doing some au pair work because she hadn’t got a clue what she wanted to do and wasn’t getting any ideas whilst in mayfair either… it was hard having little direction while being pulled in every direction by her host family. “how did you decide that that’s what you were supposed to do?” her irish accent thick, her brows now furrowed as she awaited his response. this was simply a year of doing something different but what if no ideas came to her? she would just have to go back to galway without any ideas… that wasn’t an option for her.

"unfortunately, i am," he nods, followed by a light laugh. he's mostly joking. he loves his job, he does, because he gets to take care of people when they're at their lowest point. they have cancer, or they need open heart surgery, or they've just broken their arm, and otis is the person they turn to. he's the person who can make them better. well, him and the doctors. "i watched too much grey's anatomy with my mom when i lived at home. it looked like a fun job, so i went for it," he winks. "no, i'm just kidding. my grandpa was a neurosurgeon and i wanted to be like him, but i'm not smart enough for medical school, so being a nurse was the next best thing."

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hcrrison‌:

“who died and made you king of my home?” he questions, followed by a light laugh. but, in all honesty, he doesn’t give a shit. he would never be able to drink all the liquor in his house and, if he did, then he would surely be dead. “my man.” he grins, snatching the bottle from otis’ hand. he drinks straight from the source this time, forgetting all about the manners he pretends to have. “do i look like a cuddler?” he quirks a brow. he is. “fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, right?” he jokes, swinging his legs around so the other can sit on the couch if he wants to. “how much sleep do you even average on a weekly basis anyway? dunno how you’re functioning right now.” 

otis tries to come up with something witty to say, to keep up with monty's humor, but as he takes a long drink from the bottle of rum, his mind goes blank, so he just shrugs. "nah, i always stick around for the cuddles, and then i sneak out the next morning before they wake up. that's how a real man does it." he winks and flops down on the couch, resting with his legs in monty's lap. "comfy," he grins. "oh, i have no idea. like, four hours a night? i don't know what that would add up to in a week. i'm not in the mood to do math."

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oflcilxni‌:

“hello to you too,” leilani mumbled, sitting up slightly from her slouched position on the couch as she watched the other collapse on the floor of her living room. it’s not that this was an uncommon thing for them, but it still took her by surprise on this particular occasion. “yet another piece of subtle advice to never work in the medical field,” she let out a laugh. “maybe it’s the barista training finally coming to good use, but i’ve been told i make a great cup of coffee, do you want one?”

"did i forget to say hi? sorry." he rolls over onto his stomach and bangs his forehead on the carpet twice before looking up at his friend. "hush. i don't hate the job. i hate the hours." he shoots the girl a grateful smile as she offers to make him a coffee. "i'm gonna love you forever. you're a god-send."

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casvandra‌:

cassie repositions herself for the boy, her hand coming up to fiddle with his own as she smiled warmly upon him, “you’re such a child, you know that? i can’t leave you alone for five seconds.” she pulls her hand away from his to run them gently through his hair, “but afterwards you’re getting some much needed rest, okay? i’m not sure why you chose a career that works you to the bone like it does, but i suppose that’s your prerogative.” 

"sorry, mom," he teases, his eyes drifting shut when she starts running her fingers through his hair. he fake snores before sitting up and turning to face his friend. a soft laugh passes through his lips before she even finishes speaking. "rest sounds good," he admits. "well, i gave myself two options. i could be a cop, or i could be a nurse, and i'm too scared of guns to be a cop. so, that's why i chose this career." 

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hcrrison‌:

“you’ve been fucked for the last fifteen hours, otis. be grateful.” he laughs again, somewhat delusional from the amount of sleep he’s had. definitely more than otis, but not enough for him to be satisfied. then again, when is monty ever? “literally open any cabinet and you’ll find it. all the liquor you could dream of.” he explains, waving his hands around in the air. “bring me another while you’re in there.” he says, holding up his empty shot glass. “well, since you’re done savin’ lives for the night, you can feel free to crash here. i have an extra room.” he offers.

he opens the first cabinet he comes to and frowns when all he finds is plates and bowls. "you're a lying liar," he sifts through a few more cabinets before finally finding a bottle of rum. his favorite. he holds the bottle up like rafiki holding baby simba in the lion king and grins. "this is mine now. you can't have any of it," he grabs the bottle of liquor that monty left on the counter before he goes back into the living room. "you can have more of this shit, though." he places his hand over his heart as if he’s been wounded by what the other said "wait, you're sayin' you don't wanna cuddle if i stay the night?”

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casvandra‌:

cassie couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she watched the other dramatically faint onto the floor below, her head tilting slightly as she listens to him whine and beg for something to end his misery. “mm, isn’t that the first thing they tell you when you’re studying to become a nurse? that you can’t work less than fifteen hours a day?” she teases him before coming to sit on the ground with him, “coffee sounds the least dangerous out of all those choices, so why don’t we go grab a cup and maybe something sweet. my treat, okay?”

he sticks his bottom lip out, pouting as she teases him, but he's not actually upset at all. "oh, shut up," he scoots over and rests his head in her lap when she sits down next to him, and reaches for one of her hands to fiddle with her fingers. "your treat?" he grins. "sounds good to me, cas !"

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hcrrison‌:

“thanks. i definitely pride myself on my maturity.” he grins, falling back onto his couch and stretching his body across it. “save it, lover boy. hate for you to fall asleep during our make out session.” he jokes, tipping back his own glass and taking the shot. it burns its way down his throat and his features express that for a brief moment. “of course i do. who do you think i am?” he replies. “all the good shit too. that’s the perks of havin’ people just give you things for the sake of giving them.” he explains, closing his eyes. “god, fifteen hours …” he mumbles. “is bein’ a nurse really worth it?” he laughs. 

he sits up and slaps at monty's thigh, his brunette locks shaking as a laugh escapes him. "damn. and i thought i'd come here and get liquored up, then we'd have wild passionate sex, but i can't even get a little kiss from you? you're such a buzzkill, man," the teasing lilt in his voice matches his easy smirk as he stands up on his feet again. "where's this 'good stuff' you speak of? i need it," otis shrugs, and walks into the kitchen to find another drink. "honestly ? yeah, it is worth it. i get to, like, help people and shit. i don't know. i'm too tired to even think right now."

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hcrrison‌:

“first of all, coffee? disgusting.” he comments as he slides off the couch. making his way over to the kitchen, he sifts through a few cabinets before producing a bottle of liquor. it’s a little heavy for the time, but he figures that otis kind of seems like he needs it. “second of all, don’t expect me to be at your beck ‘n call all the time. i’m only doin’ it now cause you said please.” he teases, pouring a shot into two separate glasses. “drink up. it’ll make you feel better.” he assures the other, stepping over his form sprawled out on the floor and setting the drink next to him.

"shut the fuck up, man," otis doesn't make any moves to get up off the floor, he just lifts his head and monitors every step that monty takes. "i just love how mature you are, honestly," he groans, his mood souring by the second. he rests his head back on the floor and closes his eyes. that is, until he hears something being sat down next to him. he opens one eye and turns his head to see what it is. "shit. i swear, i could kiss you right now." he swallows the shot down like a champ; the liquid burning his throat is more than appreciated after a day like today. "you’ve got more of that, right?"

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"my shift is finally over! i was at that damn hospital for fifteen hours straight because i guess i signed up for that when i decided to become a nurse or whatever–" letting out a loud huff, otis throws himself down on the floor dramatically. he lets out another deep sigh, wrist going over his forehead as though he's a fainting woman in one of those period dramas. "i need coffee. or alcohol. or a tranquilizer. just get me something, please,"

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( nick robinson, cismale, he/him, twenty-three ) have you seen otis grey, the nurse around mayfair yet? they’ve been living in london for the two years. i’ve been told they can be quite ambitious and naive, and perhaps that’s why people insist they’re reminded of bitter coffee, hospital food and wrinkled scrub tops when they’re around.

background !!

otis malachi grey, born and raised in nashville, tennessee. 

his father, jim grey, inherited grey's body shop from his father who inherited it from his father and so on!

his dad wanted him to take over the family business, but he was never interested in workin w cars! he wanted a more meaningful job. that’s why he became a nurse.

personality !!

+ ambitious, charismatic, compassionate, supportive, humble: otis really is ... very very much a good dude. like he makes piss poor decisions sometimes but his heart is fuckin huge. but saying he’s a golden boy is too much because otis definitely … has his flaws.

- naive, temperamental, reticent, skeptical: he's gotten into some fights because he was 'blessed' with his father's temper. he's trying to be better, though. it's been a pretty long time since otis has been seen with a cut lip or bruised nuckles. he also gets discouraged super easily. he bottles things up. he's everybody's friend but nobody's best friend bc he has a hard time trusting anyone ... yikes ~~!!

this is so damn short bc i’m still getting to know otis myself !

hmu to plot friends!!!

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NICK ROBINSON