#trust me i‘m a doctor

[jolieblack]

This is Sherlock‘s lock screen fight me.

[jolieblack]

Something finally came to me! (I usually can’t write to prompts to save my life.)

May Prompts 2024 by @calaisreno

May 24th: Imperfect

We've always done things the wrong way round.

We moved in together at a time when we knew no more than four or five facts about each other. Significant facts, granted, such as John being a war veteran and me having no patience with idiots, but neither of us could have claimed to have had anything even close to the full picture at the time. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if either of us had. Only on my really bad days, though.

I don’t have all that many of those any more, luckily. And when I do, I have plenty of good memories to help me pull myself up again. Take the ones of how we confessed our love to each other to a beautifully decorated room full of people in festive dress and in even more festive spirit, to much applause and cheering and well-wishing. Yes, you heard that plural right. Those are two separate memories, years apart and in two different places. I got to go first, and it wasn’t even me who was getting married at the time. That’s another thing that most couples would do differently. Coordinate it a bit better, at least.

The second time around, as a lot of you will remember well, it was John's turn to talk, and I‘d been told in no uncertain terms to keep my mouth shut and say nothing, not even to correct his grammar, till he was done. I can now attest that it is true that the groom never gets to have a say in anything at his own wedding. Someone got his late revenge there. And believe me, that doesn’t depend on whether it’s one groom or two. Yes, and I know there are still people out there even in this day and age who feel that it’s not normal to have two grooms at all. They can all go away and never show their ugly faces again where I can see them, or smell the foul breath of the bigoted filth they’re spouting. That’s not the wrong way around, that couldn’t be more right for both of us.

But we did other things the wrong way around, too. In most romantic stories, killing someone to save the person you love is usually the culmination of long mutual trust and dedication. It‘s supposed to be the crowning glory, the final sealing of a bond that has long been in the making. It’s not supposed to be the starting point. And John is usually the more patient of the two of us, but when it came to this, he could barely contain himself for 36 hours after our very first meeting before he did it. Ever heard of timing and pacing, Doctor, I hear you people wonder? And he’s supposed to be the one with the talent for good storytelling. The timing was good, though. The timing was excellent. There’s another 'what if' for you that is no fun to contemplate at all.

There is killing out of love, and - I have to say it, I can’t not, I‘d be lying by omission if I didn't - there's also dying out of love. I doubt, however, that there’s anyone out there who has ever put a more elaborate effort into pretending to die out of love than I have. As far as I‘m aware, that’s not really a romantic convention, either, and I sincerely hope I haven’t started a trend. I honestly can’t recommend it. Effort is well and good, and I dare say the execution in my case was flawless, but I can’t deny there was a certain lack of forethought as to the emotional impact on both parties concerned. Don‘t try this at home, folks.

People also usually date first, then start cohabiting, then get married, then raise children together. Please don’t ask me to define at what time in our lives exactly John and I were dating and when we weren’t yet. To this day we have never been able to agree on a definition for this mysterious activity that emphatically, according to John, for whatever reason, does not encompass two people who like each other going out together and having fun. But it is an undisputed fact that we had been raising a child together for a good while before we got married. And we have been going out together and having fun for years uncounted now. Crime scenes never fail to work that particular magic on us. Oh wait, no, that was another example I had on my list for what most other couples do differently. Hang on, do I see a certain Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard raise his hand in objection? Raising both hands, actually, showing us… what, seven fingers? Is that the number of couples working for the Metropolitan Police that you know personally who have met at crime scenes? Or are you reminding us of the number of times John and I were actually kicked off a crime scene because we were enjoying ourselves entirely too much, and were told not to come back till we could behave like adults? I could have sworn those were more than seven occasions, but I‘ll take your word for it.

Talking of raising a child together, I‘m sure Rosie will say a word or three about that herself later, but I have never understood why most of you had doubts about the practicability of that particular endeavour. Let me just tell you that a baby carrier is entirely compatible with a cashmere scarf, or didn’t you know cashmere can absorb up to a third of its own dry weight in liquid? And it got only easier from there when Rosie grew older and stopped affectionately drooling on whoever enjoyed the happy privilege of holding her and carrying her around. She hasn’t demanded being carried around in a good while now, and I don’t know what our poor old backs would say to that these days. But we were talking about happy memories, weren’t we, so there’s another. And at least in the metaphorical sense, I hope you know, Rosie, that you’ll be held and carried for as long as you want and need, as long as we both live. You were my daughter even before I was your father’s husband, and that has been one of the greatest honours bestowed on me in my life.

Because this is who we are, isn’t it, our crazy little family, where nothing is as you’d expect it to be. But we still wouldn’t have it any other way, topsy-turvy, weird, flawed and utterly imperfect, but also utterly us, unique, one of a kind. I don’t know if it was fate that threw us together, or if it really was just a whim on the part of the comfortable, corpulent, bespectacled gentleman sitting at this table over here, smirking with his trademark benevolence. But there’s a debt of gratitude to be paid there, and today is a good day to do it. In this at least, we’re doing the conventional thing, but who’s to say we’re not allowed to do that at least once in a quarter-century.

So, ladies and gentlemen, dear friends and family from far and wide, I give you: John Watson, the man of my life, the man at my side for over thirty years, and for exactly twenty-five years in the legal sense on this very day. Please raise your glasses with us to the next twenty-five. And for God’s sake stop snivelling like that, Mycroft. You’re embarrassing the whole room.

[frobin]

•In the latest chapter, did you notice that Franky is wearing a cowboy hat? 😉

•And how cute is their conversation talking about their captain?

What did you think of the overall chapter?

Hey there, anon! Thank you for the ask.

I read the last five chapters in one go and I already love Elbaph (that looks so wrong, Elbaf looks better).

First things first: Fuck the Deadbeat Dad Pirates. And not in the nice way.

Anyway, I feel like it’s s so funny, that the one giant Navigator is a fucking nuts creep (good that Nami electrocuted - probably only shocked - him).

Love that he has like 20 different pets though and apparently he is really good at sewing clothes (his design reminds me of Mr. 4/Babe?).

Chapter 1127, 1128 & 1129 were already a lot of fun and it was interesting, that I could see that everything was built with "Lego" (a Danish invention iirc).

Also only Luffy would kill a “god” and eat it, after a giants feast.

Anyway, someone buy this dude a The Sims game.

I also love how angry Luffy is with Usopp. He trusts in Usopp’s strength so much! (Also that beard lmao)

Chapter 1130

The chapter was great!

I feel like it would have been better to talk to the giants (Gerd & Goldberg) but more importantly: please Gerd, you’re a doctor… put some clothes on! It’s freezing! (Something, something, giants metabolism, yadda, yadda… idc she looks cold! And Oda is a certified perv.)

And of course Luffy just runs to Loki and is going to befriend or fight him and change everything. Also, Loki is Hajrudin‘s brother? Hmmmmmm….

Cruxifixion is a really awful way to die. Loki does not look crucified though…

But probably appropriate for regicide and patricide, caused by greed? We don‘t know enough yet to really judge.

Anyway…

FRobin!!

I wonder if Franky was more upset about the idea of Sunny being eaten? Because the other Strawhats will be fine! They are always fine!

Look at little Bonney holding onto Jinbe!

I love that the old/adult quartet is still on the ship. And I love that they trust the rest of the crew to survive and to meet back on Elbaf and worry more about the giants wellbeing (no food and rum).

But yes! Franky is wearing a cowboy hat (and the big chain!)! It looks very similar to Robin‘s hat… and Robin is wearing her glasses! Beautiful!

Brooks‘s look also seems very classy. So does Jinbe!

(None of them know about the x of the crew in Alabasta. It also answers the question if it was painted on or tattooed.) (Second hint towards Alabasta after pervy giant looking like Mr. 4?… and of course the fact that they met Oogie and Boogie on Little Garden lmao).

And yes! Their trust in their Captain is adorable!

Overall I‘m excited for Elbaf!!!

FINALLY!!! (I am as excited as Usopp, ngl)

[ladycaramelli]

Loss

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader x Bestie!George Russell

summary: in which y/n Verstappen finds out her boyfriend made out with another girl at an Party, she told him not to go to but it’s not the only thing she found out

TW: child loss!

a/n: englisch is my second language so pls be nice :)

„Charles, I told you and you went anyway!“, y/n told him, she was angry and sad, „I knew what would happen and I still trusted you!“, a single tear escaped your eye.

„It was not my fault you didn’t want to come!“, he searched for an excuse. „Are you kidding me?!“, y/n voice got louder, „Now it is my fault you went against me? To be exact Cheated on me?!“, y/n felt betrayed. „No that’s not what I‘m saying!“; he scratched his neck looking like a little boy who got in trouble infront of his mom, but he wasn‘t, it was his girlfriend.

„You know, I don‘t care what you are trying to say, just tell me what have I done to you?“, tears were streaming silently down her cheeks, „I thought everything was fine, going the right way…“. y/n couldn‘t look at him not right now, not anytime soon, she turned away facing the big window looking over Monaco.

She heard a sight behind her and the shuffling of his feet made her turn back towards him. Defeated, he let him down onto the couch. “I just found it out..”, she whispered covering in shock, “I know and I am sorry, I should’ve told you right away!”, Charles got frustrated going through his hair with his hand.

He got up and went over to her, trying to embrace her but she stopped him, laying a hand on his chest, that once felt so familiar now cold and strange. “No..”, she whispered so low he almost missed it.

“You know..” he let out a deep breath, “..may it be better if we would go separate ways…” Charles didn’t dare to look into her beautiful eyes, fearing he would regret his choice right away. The tears stopped when y/n looked at Charles after a long moment of silence, “Okay..” there was nothing she could say that would make his choice reverse. Without another word she packed her most needed things before leaving the apartment, going to her car and calling the only person she could go to know.

“Hey love, how can I help you so late?”, he asked. “Can I come over?”, y/n answered quietly. “Sure, you need something?”, “No, Thank you, George!”

*a couple weeks later*

It was cleared up with her doctor that it would be safe to race for her, since it would only be three more races of the season and quite some time between them. George the only one who knew, the only one that went through it along with her.

Seeing him, seeing Charles, two days in a row, wasn’t easy. They haven’t really talked since she packed a few bags and moved into George’s guestroom. And seeing him did in fact hurt as much as not answering his text or phone calls, even more than finding out what had happened that night.

The days were exhausting, it was hot, the car wasn’t at its best and so was y/n.

Qualifying was okay she made it into Q3, but then it happened the breaks weren’t working like they should and she drifted into the wall, it wasn’t bad the car was not too damaged.

But the impact did something to her, a sharp pain in her abdomen, like someone pressed onto it for a second then it was gone.

Qualify ended and she met with the others, George coming directly to her, embracing her in his large figure, “Hey, are you okay? You know!?”, while asking he looked down her body, she nodded, “I think so, there is a slight cramp, but I can mean nothing..”, y/n shrugged slightly before her brother reached her laughing, “Damn, even when you crash you will start third row!” Hugging her from the side, Charles came toward the group. “Good job guys! Can’t wait for tomorrow's race!”, he laid one hand onto max shoulder.

It was so close to her, too close. She felt the heat radiating from him, his racing suit bind around his hips, the fireproofs the right amount too tight.

Y/n felt like she could throw up, especially when his gaze shifted and he looked her right in the eyes. “Hope you good?!”, Charles casually said, it took y/n a second to get it was about her crash, “As always..” she just answered, looking anywhere but him. It was an awkward silence before George took her arm and dragged her alongside him, “See you tomorrow”, he waved the group goodbye.

“What was that!?”, “I don’t know, Georgie… It’s exhausting, like everything, him acting like we’re old friends as if he’s not hurting, not having texted me like a hundred thousand times or called…”, she let out a breath, they were on their way to the hotel. She hissed, out of nowhere the cramp got heavier, “Y/n, what is it? Do you need a doctor?”, “No, I don’t think so, it’s weird it came out of nowhere and now it’s almost gone. I read it can happen..”, she tried to calm George, he was so good to her the last few weeks and she was so grateful for it!

When she woke up there were these cramps again but she needed to race, for her and her team, and to prove it to Charles. Before the race she checked in with her Doctor via call, he told her it could happen due to her body changing, it could be something but on a low percentage.

She race went great, she ignored the cramps adrenaline rushing through her vein washing them away.

The podium was so close…. In the last few meters she got third place, overtaking Charles at the last chance.

Heavy breaths coming through the radio, “Y/n, congratulations! Are you okay? Copy!”, her team said, “thanks guys, I um..I feel a little lightheaded.., maybe the heat!” She said the truth.

George had to retire his car but waited for her at the barricade for her to celebrate with her team. When she got to him she smiled but he could see the pain in her eyes, Y/n' knees buckled when she was in his arms but he kept her steady no one would notice. “Something’s wrong, George..” she cried to him, but before he could say anything she was already on her way to her brother celebrating his P1.

In the cooldown room y/n took deep breaths to keep the cramps away, “Y/n, hey!”, Max shook her arm, she didn’t notice he had talked to her, “are you alright?”, she just nodded and held a cool water bottle against her head. She thought about the look Charles had given her, he had started from P2 and finished P4, overtaken by his ex. He was straddled to say the least.

Everyone had their trophies and sprayed champagne, when it hit her, fighting the dark edges around her vision she more or less stumbled towards Max, grabbing him, wide panicking eyes, “Something’s wrong..” then she fell unconscious, slumping into his arms. Max panicked, not knowing what was going on, calling for help, people rushing towards her, Lando who stood in front of the pair, shielding them from everyone.

And he stood there surrounded by people trying to give an interview, watching on a screen what happened, Charles' heart sank and he couldn’t deny it. They carried her towards an ambulance, George on one side trying to explain, Max on the other. And Charles watched from afar everything in slow motion, “I’m sorry..” he left the interviews.

“What do you mean, there is something she didn’t tell me, George?”, Max held the named one at his shoulder, “Max, trust me if we don’t get her in the Hospital NOW, there is no point in me telling you!”George said, erraging. Max looked defeated and they both got into the ambulance with her.

*in the hospital*

Tears streamed down her cheeks, when she woke up they didn’t have to tell her, she felt it, she knew it, she knew she had lost her baby…

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, Max asked carefully, caressing her head, while he leaned against him. “I don’t know…I thought you might be mad at me or him…”, y/n sniffled. Oh and he was mad at him!

It was better he did not know that Charles was sitting outside her room waiting for an answer. But Max just saw his little sister hurt and he needed to be there for her. The doctors came to check on her ignoring the man outside the door.

Her cries could be heard when the door opened and George came out. “Just so you know, you fucked up man! And be careful Max is not amused..and I am neither”, George had a not happy tight smile on his face, “I don’t even know what happened!?”, Charles was frustrated, his feelings were upside down and no one told him what the hell is going on.

“She lost it…Y/n, just lost your child, man..”, a tiny tear formed in George’s eyes, he was angry, he had wished y/n could be happy for once. “What!?”, Charles was confused, a baby?His child? But he didn’t get an answer from George he just walked down the hallway.

There was a light knock on the door before Charles entered the room, y/n wiped her tears away when she saw him. Max was basically fuming but she grabbed his arm, “Please let us alone..”. When the door clicked close there was a moment of silence when they were inspecting each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, he stood at the end of the bed, still in his racing suit, hands on the bedframe. “George told you, hm?”, y/n said instead of an proper answer, “He did, but I wish it was you who told me..”, “I did..I wanted to!”, she sniffed, “But you didn’t let me keep talking…when I said I just found out…I didn’t…I didn’t mean..”,stears rolled down her face. “you meant the baby..” Charles finished her sentence realizing, she nodded defeated. A moment of silence embraced them, “May I?”, he pointed at the chair Max sat at a few moments ago and y/n nodded, suddenly wanting him close.

“Tell me more…” he pleaded, placing his hands on their sheets. “I was at four weeks when I found out and it would have been seven weeks, eight tomorrow actually…”, y/n couldn’t stop crying but she kind of felt a relief, “The doctors told me it would be okay to race due to my body condition, but those early weeks are always critical…”, she looked at him, head in one hand the other on the sheets, he looked sad, it was his child too, she told herself and took his hand in hers. Carefully as if it could break, “I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t, how could I, you had hurt me so much…and then seeing you again, the crash yesterday, it was all too much..”.

Charles looked up at her, his eyes gleaming, a tear rolled down his cheek, “I am so sorry, I am the biggest asshole on this earth! I fucked up so hard…those weeks without you were the worst! I didn’t know anything, you never answered and I couldn’t sleep or eat or anything…I regret everything so fucking much!”, he cried, y/n had seen him cry before but not like this, not this deep hurting cries. „Mi manchi amore! E mi sarebbe piaciuto tanto avere un bambino con te!“, he held her hand to his lips, tears rolling down his cheek.

„I miss you too! But it will take time for me to heal and trust again!“, that was everything Charles needed to hear, he held her in his arms, never wanting to let her go again, „I don’t care! I will wait an eternity for you to be ready, ma per favore sii di nuovo mio!“, he whispered into her ear and when he felt her arms tightening and her head nodding, Charles could’ve cried even more but knew she needed him now to recover.

[radfemsiren]

I (f, 24) actually need to get this off my chest but i know i can‘t talk to anyone without being called a transphobe.

I’m a r-pe victim and due to the circumstances I can‘t be alone in a room with men I don‘t trust. I just can‘t. I don‘t even have male doctors.

I went to the toilette in a library today and for the first-time ever a „non-passing trans woman“ entered. I was shell-shocked. I was scared. Shitless. I could feel tears well up in my eyes and I was shaking like crazy. I was alone with a man in a closed space.

And he just grinned. GRINNED.

As soon as he took a step forward I bolted out of there.

What was there to grin about?

I told the people who work there. They told me I‘m „discriminating her“.

I feel so defeated, I have so much rage in my heart right now.

I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that ❤️ Women’s spaces are not some elitist club that’s made to hurt people for excluding them. They are a safe space for an oppressed group, and your situation is a clear example of that.

Male violence affects so many women, and the entitlement to our refuges away from them is unacceptable. If a rape shelter, bathroom, gym, reading group, dating app, anywhere! Says no men, that needs to be respected. I mean, all throughout history they kept us out of so many places, it’s insane they can’t handle even the smallest pushback from us.

[x-0ophelia0-x]

Ezra x Jacen’s Nany Reader

Hear me out….. there’s NO WAY in the galaxy that Hera leaves Jacen with only Chopper, I repeat CHOPPER as supervision… that droid has committed war crimes on a daily basis as a form of entertainment, simply because he could.

Sabine has been to busy being a part-time jedi apprentice, and looking for a way to bring her idiot best friend/brother Ezra back home to their Mama Hera..

Kallus is simply too busy as a stay-at-home dad raising his horde of Lesat cubs, while his hubby Zeb is busy working as a part-time recruit trainer for the New Republic..

So.. what’s a VERY pregnant Hera to do when she comes across a young girl, who happens to be the same age as the Son she had just lost, in the streets of a still recovering planet after the fall of the Empire? Watching as the girl gently tends to the sick and injured that others seemed to ignore.. all while this child is clearly malnourished and weak herself.

Surprise bitch, you just got adopted by the coolest Mama in the Galaxy..

Aside from helping Hera around the Ghost with chores, making sure the ship’s baby ready, and studying (because Hera wants to help her new kid after clearly observing her passion for medicine) she eventually becomes Jacen’s teacher and basically the family’s personal Doctor.. (and I mean the WHOLE family.. Zeb tried to avoid his annual check-up once.. wasn’t happy that Kallus ratted him out and basically tricked him into Reader’s office)

The main draw back that Reader seams to have in her personal life though??? Her severe case of “Resting Bitch Face” nobody seems to show any interest in her, and only her adopted family seems to not be bothered by it.. she even tries to do things to make her face less intimidating.. constantly being aware of her facial expressions and doing her best to keep her eyebrows slightly raised and a slight half smile on her lips…

Then Ezra comes back… and you bet your ass as soon as the crying, hugging, lecturing and overall emotional reunion is done.. Hera is dragging Ezra by the ears to get a FULL check-up by the most trustworthy doctor she knows.. and Jacen is happily tagging along, holding his “big brothers” sleeves while waiting for him to meet one of his favorite people.. the outcome is… somewhat unexpected.. Ezra trying to be charming and calling Reader’s “serious face” cute..

And Reader being genuinely flustered by Ezra’s awkward attempt at flirting…

Jacen.. is getting ideas, and Chopper is going to help him because CHAOS WILL RAIN!!!

……. and he’s got years worth of pranks to pull on Ezra.. might as well start now.. 😉

a gremlins Nany.

pairing: Jacen‘s Nany!Readee x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none

word count: 2,1 k

summary: You’re Heras most trusted person. Not only did you take care of her beloved son Jacen, no. You were and still are his Nany and best friend. And not only that, after Ezra’s return, Hera ofc trusts you with his check ups. And Jacen and Chopper have a lot of fun about this.

authors note: It’s not proofread, pls bare with me! 😭 I‘m sick and I gave my best to make it as good as possible :´D I hope this makes sense, I‘m not really familiar with medical stuff, especially when it comes to Star Wars 💀

anywayyyy

enjoyyyy <333

imagine this being Ezra waiting for his routine checkups, thank you xd

As she walked through the streets she didn’t fail to notice a young girl, helping the people in need.

Her way with the injured and sick was more then just gentle.

Despite her own visible weaknesses portrayed by a weak body.

After each treatment she only left them to treat the next one if they reassured her that they’re fine.

„Thank you so much y/n, wouldn’t know what I’d done if it wasn’t for your help“

Said an elderly woman, truly a heartbreaking scene even if this girl was a complete stranger to her.

was.

It didn’t take her long to approach the girl, she waited for her to finish the treatment on another injured citizen before she started to talk, startling the girl on front of her.

„Hey there..“

The girl turned around and met her eyes with the stranger, her gaze was shocked at first but soon turned into one of adoration as she looked at the pregnant woman in front of her.

„H-Hey..!“

„I‘ve been here for a little while and couldn’t help but notice your way of helping your people… could I ask you a question?“

The girl looked up to the green Twi‘lek while nodding a yes.

She didn’t know how to form the question since it was a rather personal one and let’s be honest.. they didn’t talk yet.

However, this planet belonged to the ones with the highest death rates, seeing the poor girl alone here, weakened and injured.. where were her parents?

„Do you have a family here?“

As if she saw it coming the girl nodded a no, a sad expression laying bare on her face.

The Twi‘leks heart ached for her. 

She just lost one child, seeing another one, assuming at the same age as him.. it was too much to just stand by and do nothing to help.

„Would you like to become part of my crew?“

y/n looked up at her, not fully believing her ears yet.

„Are you serious..?“

„Yes“

And just like that a huge smile appeared on her face.

„Of course I’d love to!“

The woman returned y/n‘s smile and offered her her hand.

„Name‘s Hera“

„Name‘s y/n“

-

A few months passed by from the moment where you firstly walked into the Ghost.

The ship wasn’t the biggest but oh force, you’ve never felt more at peace then when you got to enter your cabin.

The ship was cozy and it even had a medbay!

Hera then decided to inform you about the other crew members and their activities. 

That’s also the reason why it was so empty.. however.

Soon you were able to meet everyone, except one boy who Hera told you was missing.

Sabine grew the closest to you (after Hera and chopper ofc).

Even if her timetable was loaded with Jedi training stuff, you two always managed to spend some time together.

Zeb worked at a part time recruit trainer for the New Republic while Kallus stayed at home, making sure that their horde of Lesat cubs wouldn’t destroy everything.

Chopper is Chopper. 

There’s nothing more to that since we all know how he is.

There’s no way that Hera would’ve trust him enough with her still unborn child.

Soooo.. with Kanan gone and Ezra missing, there’s only one person left who she’d trust enough with her baby.

You.

You were studying medicine, something you wouldn’t be able to do without Heras help.

She became something like a mother role for you and ohhh my goodness where our excited for the day the baby would be born.

She didn’t have to ask you, couldn’t even since you started to turn the ship into a baby safe place.. at least the most possible version of this since it’s a spacecraft after all .

Hera was moved to tears, seeing how much effort you put everyday to ensure her baby’s safety while everything that Chopper did was to mess with your stuff.

Yeah you were the right choice, no doubt in that.

„Hey, could I ask you to do me a favor? But before I tell you what it is, just know that whatever you’ll answer is allri-„

„Yes I want!“

„What?“

The woman was too stunned to speak.

„But you don’t know what I’m going to ask you..?“

„If I want to take care of your baby right?? Please tell me that this was your question???“

There was a spark of excitement on your voice that made Hers heart to flutter.

She didn’t know if it were her hormones or her (for now) clouded judgement but she immediately hugged you, fighting back some tears.

„Thank you..!“

-

Some years passed by and thanks to Heras help, you were able to actually get an official status as doctor.

That wasn’t your only ‚job‘ tho. You were also a part time nanny for Jason from the moment on he was born. 

Being the most trusted person available on the ghost pushed your ego, making you think that you can perform both of your ‚jobs‘ at the very same time.

It did make some things harder for you, but it was her baby after all, he was worth it.

People who knew about your story would say that you’re literally shining in comparison to your state from when before Hera found you.

Others at the other hand were kind of scared off by your resting Bitch face, not showing any interest towards you.

Your new family didn’t seem bothered at all by it, not even Jacen, but you still gave it your best to improve your facial expressions.. they never faded tho.. .

So when the day arrived where the boy called Ezra returned, Hera instantly had an assignment for you.

She and basically everyone of the ghost crew used to tell you stories about him, how he made the ultimate sacrifice to safe his crew and Lothal.

Ten years had passed since then, since his disappearance and since you’ve been as good as adopted by Hera.

The days after the big news.. we’ll it’s safe to say that you never saw her this emotional in your entire ten years.

Not even when she was pregnant with Jacen, and this is a statement. 

You weren’t there when he arrived since you had some patients waiting for their treatments, but you soon found out about the happy news when Hera called you through your comm link.

And not long after you heard her knocking on your door, dragging an middle aged man by his ears, while Jacen tagged along, holding him by his sleeves.

She asked you if you could take a look at him, a very good one since he’s been absent for like.. I don’t know… 10 years?

Yeah, sounds reasonable. 

„Please do a FULL check-up. You’re my most trusted doctor on this galaxy.“

„Of corse Hera, well then Ezra.. Please take a seat.“

He freed himself from Heras and Jacens Grasp and went to sit on the special chair. 

Ezra seemed to be excited about the technical stuff that surrounded him.. you’d be too if you’ve been stranded in the middle of nowhere for a decade so.. .

„We’ll wait outside, just tell us when we should come“

Said Hera and with that she and Jacen left the room, leaving you and Ezra alone.

„Okay then.. how are you feeling? Are you injured? Sick?“

Knowing how Important he is to Hera you tried to somehow neutralize your „special“ expression.

And he seemed to notice this, you barely knew him and he already started to change his attitude around you.

„No, I‘m totally fine“

He had a grin on his face while you raised your eyebrow at his answer.

„I still need to take a look at you so-“

He already started to take his shirt off, I mean he didn’t have to, just you her push it slightly upwards but you weren’t complaining. 

Nope.

Not at all.

But you had to keep yourself professional.

„Why did you take your shirt off?“

„For the check-up..? If I’m not wrong that’s what patients to for the lung part?“

„Ah- Yeah sorry. Yes, ehm, thank you“

You checked his heartbeat, his lungs and everything you could do at the moment.

There was one thing that concerned you.

Not his health since it was in a good state.

But the way how he made you feel.

You tried to keep a straight, neutral, friendly face while looking him up, but he made it impossible for you.

„You’re cute“

„What?“

Your movements froze for a short while, this kind of comment was unusual.

„You’re cute. You know.. the way how you try to keep your face straight“

„You’re serious?“

„Yep. Why shouldn’t I be?“

He was charming, handsome, kind, you only knew him for a very short time. Like for real. But there was something positive around him.

And it flustered you.

„Thank you“

„Just telling the truth“

-

Unbeknownst to you two, a very curious Jacen was leaning right against the door, squeezing his ear as close as he could and boy did he smile when he heard Ezra talking to his best friend.

„Jacen, you know that it’s rude to-“

„He told her that she’s cute“

He whispered, loud enough so that Hera understood him.

And her face lit up.

„He what??“

„Shhh.. come here and listen“

This private moment, at least to your knowing, made you happy.

There was finally someone who immediately found interest in you, someone who wasn’t blinded by your facial expressions or your attempt at looking natural.

Weeks passed by and he turned out to continue to be as charming as he was the day you met him.

His genuine, true, loving self made you fall im love with him and the same goes for him with you.

Hera was happy to see how both of your presences affected each other for the better and Jacen was sure that he was destined to play your matchmaker. 

And chopper didn’t let this chance go by.

Jacen wanted to help his best friend and his big brother and Chopper had years worth of pranks to pull on Ezra. 

Chaos will rain

And even if Ezra had warned you that he sensed that something would happen, nothing could ever prepare you for what was to come.

It was a peaceful day at your office.

Your last patients for today waited in the waiting room and Ezra was one of them.

Hera didn’t leave him any other choice then to go and get frequent check ups from you just in case that he really didn’t catch anything on Perridea.

His frequent check ups became known to Jacen and Chopper and they saw the perfect opportunity in this to pull their first prank on you two.

Jacen hid behind the shelf with a music box while Chopper disguised himself as something fitting to his surroundings.

They knew that you’d welcome him into your office with a hug, your relationship witch him had gotten better and better and Jacen didn’t fail to notice this.

Knowing this was the base for this prank.

As Ezra neared himself to open the door to your room, opening the door and greeting you, Choppers mini metallic arm reached out and electro shocked his leg, making him loose his balance and fall straight into your eyes.

The pose you found yourselves right now was more then unexpected as his fall took you by surprise. 

Jacen then didn’t waste any more time and played on the ‚play‘ button of the music box, playing some semantic song which seemed to be popular. 

Chopper then took a photo, beeped some things and left the room with a grinning Jacen as fast as he could.

Your patients where beyond confused at the scene and went to your office to check if everything was alright. 

As you saw them looking you two up and down… your face became the deepest shade of red known to humanity.

Ezra’s too.

This ‚incident‘ may have helped you two to get closer but you were still shy about it.

Jacen and Chopper however had other plans and lets just say that this was just the beginning.

[sharenadraculea]

Tell kids what‘s in their fucking food!

So I just saw a instagram-video of a mother cooking „hidden veggies mac and cheese“ (basically pasta with veggie-cheese-sauce) which is cool. I like cooking-content. Well, there was a comment that was basically „Well, this is nice, just tell your kids what they are eating.“ (which is absolutly correct). To which the poster of the video responded „People are acting like I traumatize my kids [laughing smiley]“

I think it was supposed to be funny, but stuff like this just enrages me! If I -someone who is a pretty picky eater- found out that someone has been sneaking no-go-foods into my meals… let‘s just say things would get very, very ugly. Lot‘s of screaming and crying, maybe even vomiting. And I‘m not a child anymore. I‘m no longer dependent on my parents to make and give me food. I‘m a picky eater and sometimes it get‘s bad, but I‘m not at the really fucking bad end of things.

And yes, I understand, dealing with picky eaters is exhausting for everyone involved. I know that veggies are good for you. Especially for kids. Neither of these facts justifies you lying to someone about what‘s in their goddamn food.

Because you never ever mess with someones fucking food.

It doesn‘t matter if they are kids or adults or your kids or not. It doesn‘t matter why they don‘t want to eat this food. Be it religion, morals, ARFID, allergies, intolerances, other medical reasons, sensory issues, them just not liking a food. It doesn‘t matter.

You have no fucking idea how they will react. Yes, some kids will be cool with this. Absolutly. Others won‘t. Their trust was broken in a very big way. You told them a food is safe and it wasn‘t. Food-related trauma is real and it won‘t make picky eating habits any better.

If I found out that someone tried to feed me a no-go-food, I would be so fucking pissed. I wouldn‘t eat something that person cooks for a very long time. Maybe never again. Children don‘t have that option with their parents cooking.

Yes, someone, especially your kid, not eating a lot of diffrent things is very stressfull. But that is no reason to lie to them. To break their trust. If you are scared that they aren‘t getting enough nutrients, talk to a doctor. Supplements exist for a reason. Therapist, including ones specialized in food-related things exist.

But never mess with someones food.

Tell people, including kids, what they are eating. Explain to them what they are eating.

Don‘t lie to people about what they are eating. You can do a shitton of harm.

[fractiouslemonofficial]

This one cartoonist just made the simplest request ever. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IS CRAZY...

Was I clickbaity enough for you? Good. Read on.

Last month I left my “real job” to work full-time on my comics. While I’m aware of how mental that sounds, I still believe this is God’s will for me, to spread encouragement through humor and to show myself and others how He provides for those who trust Him. The Lord works in mysterious ways and if telling someone to leave a well-paying job to become a dirt-poor cartoonist isn’t mysterious, I don’t know what is. It’s been a blast getting to do what I love, but it’s also been difficult to adjust from leaving home every day to work and instead working at home. The natural instinct is to think I‘m on vacation and take it easy, but I’ve got to stay motivated. I know updates have been a little sporadic thanks to that (as well as doctor appointments and visits from very hyper children), but we’re picking up speed.

With that said, I’d like to ask everyone out there for a very simple favor. I’ve said enough about money before, but this has nothing to do with that. Just tell people about my work. That’s all. This kind of operation is a grass-roots campaign and that campaign doesn’t go anywhere without any grass. (I think that metaphor holds up; but if it doesn’t, then don’t tell me.)

If you like what I do, tell a friend. Let them know what you like about it and encourage them to check it out as well. If you’re a family member who couldn’t be bothered to read it, that’s fine. But tell anyone you know who might like it to check it out. Write down the name of the comic and the address! It’ll help a lot and I’ll be very grateful for it! And yes, of course, if you feel generous enough to be a patron, that’s always nice, but mission number one is to actually let people know this stuff exists.

Okay, I’ve gone on enough. Time to get back to work. Bye now!

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[crazyvik97rpg]

William was the best, as always - it made Sebastian feel a lot better that he promised to stay longer today, and that they could even facetime later, so Sebastian could see their kitties. He would even come visit him again tomorrow! Sebastian was very happy about that- he honestly dreaded the hospital already, he just wanted to go home. Well, sadly he wouldn’t be able to until the end of the week…

„That sounds great…yea, let’s facetime“, he hummed and smiled softly at him, squeezed his hand right back, „And I know you say I can text you anytime but…you need your sleep too, love. I can’t just keep pestering you. Even if I want to“, he smirked a little, admiring him.

William then asked him how much he should tell - the soft lips on his cheek felt so wonderful, it made Sebastian forget the difficult aftermath of surgery immediately, heh. Even better would be snuggling in his arms - impossible right now, sadly.

„Well, as for our friends…ah…“, Sebastian sighed, really not too fond thinking about it, „…No. I can’t just keep lying to them any longer. They’re our friends. We trusted them with our secret, so…we can’t just keep this from them, what if they find out through someone else? Personally, if that was me I would feel betrayed…“, Sebastian pondered out loud a little, „Tell them all they want to know. That I had surgery for skin cancer, that I got the diagnosis like a month ago. …All that. And…that I didn’t want to say anything because…I still had to deal with it all myself, mentally. I just wanted to…have normalcy just a little bit longer is all…“

He was sure that was the smarter thing to do either way.

„Anyway…so then…you come visit me again tomorrow? But don’t stress yourself, okay? I won’t run away either way…“, he grinned a little, „…But…I already know I will be bored to death. I brought some books and stuff with me but…feels weird. Will feel even weirder once I‘m back home“, he sighed and pouted a little. He honestly hoped Doctor Cole would check on him soon, so he could be moved back to his hospital room. There they had at least a nice view out the window.

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[my-worship-to-them]

Confession time, y’all.

I think I might be crushing on my boss. HARD.

She's… god she’s so fucking hot.

She’s exactly my type. Gray hair, laugh lines as deep as a creek with beautiful crow‘s feet to match, intelligent as all fucking hell - a doctor, no less…

I want, no, need her to make me her pet. I’ll be a good girl for her, obedient and well-trained. She may collar me for all the world to see, leave marks on my throat that’d make the trip westward seem like a light breeze.

I can picture her slamming me across the table, holding me down and railing me into next week. Not letting me catch a break, forcing me on my knees and grinding down on my mouth until I‘m about to pass out. God, she may slap me across the face and spit in my mouth to her heart‘s content, I‘ll take any punishment, anything to please her.

And, not to be a stereotypical sappy sapphic, but…

I’d like her to invite me home. I was so close, drunk as a skunk on her doorstep. I could’ve given it a try, blame it on the booze if she rejected me. But I was a coward. As usual.

But if I'd made my move…

and she'd have accepted…

Well. With how intoxicated I was, she wouldn’t have tried anything. She'd have helped me inside, given me a place to sleep off my inebriated state. Perhaps in her bed, luscious and luxurious and smelling of her. She’d insist on sleeping on her couch, but I'd outright beg her not to leave me. And, she wants it too, so she stays. I undress unceremoniously down to my underwear and stumble into bed, underneath the covers, and for a moment, she just watches, leaning in the doorway as I try to get comfortable. I look back at her. There’s a moment of absolute silence. Neither of us move, and we just… We look at each other. There's such tenderness in her gaze. There’s this beautiful smile again, the one that makes me melt away with pride… And there‘s hunger.

Just barely concealed.

Then, she undresses too. She knows that I‘m watching her. She's slow, deliberate. Almost putting on a show. She was an actress once, I can see that now clear as day. How could I ever have forgotten such a significant detail? Without looking at me she knows how to move, what to do to get me worked up. Her top goes first, revealing soft skin in… why, a black lace bra. For a moment I grin stupidly, and then I start full-on laughing. She smiles that beautiful, crooked smile again, as if unsure what's so funny. I laugh and laugh, and keep laughing, so incredibly happy to be here and alive, I jump up and throw myself into her arms.

And she starts laughing too. She doesn’t know why I‘m laughing or why she's laughing. But she is glad that I am happy. And as the laughter starts to die down, there’s this smile again… the one that I cannot resist. That disarms me effortlessly, and without thinking, I clumsily press my lips against hers.

I don’t know much about kissing. Haven’t gotten to try it sober, or methodically. But I trust my gut that it’s right. And she knows how insecure I am, so she takes charge. Rests her hands on my hips, letting them wander idly. At some point we move to the bed; I hardly notice.

I don’t know what happens next. I don’t know what kind of lover she is.

But I’d give so much and more to find out.

[joelslegalwhrereads]

Files and surprises

pairing ⁀➷ james aubrey x reader

word count ⁀➷ 461

summary ⁀➷ Booth and Brennan are dropping off a file at Aubrey's place but they weren't expecting you, because there was one thing they didn't know. That you were not only dating him but also living together with him.

warnings ⁀➷ no mention of gender, wearing Aubrey’s clothes (this should be a warning)

a/n ⁀➷ I don’t even know when or how I got this idea. If there’re any mistakes i’m sorry; it’s 12:01 am and i was about to fall asleep while i edited this… Also very out of context but has anyone seen FBI - special crime unit? (edit: I‘m in season 2 and it‘s so good okay omg)

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The doorbell rung, which you couldn't hear because of the warm water running down your hair and body.

Aubrey opened the door to Booth and Brennan. Booth needed to drop off an important file before he had a few days off work, and as the apartment was closer than the FBI, Aubrey told them to just drop it off at your place. Booth also had some additional things to tell him, so it was the perfect idea.

You turned off the water, letting the steam fill the room when you opened the shower door.

Brennan and Booth stood in the hallway when you came out of the bathroom into the open living and kitchen space. You pulled down the hem of one of Aubrey's shirts you had on with a pair of shorts. „Jimmy, can you remember where I've put my-„ you started, when you finally looked up. „Oh doctor Brennan, how nice to see you! Hey Booth.“ you smiled at them, rearranging the towel on your head so it wouldn't fall off.

„Hi.“ Booth smiled, very confused. „Y/N! It's nice to see you!“ Brennan smiled. " This clarifies a lot of things for me that actually had me a little confused before.” She laughed and pointed at your shirt, which obviously wasn't yours but Aubrey's. You chuckled and looked at Aubrey, who just smiled at you. Where Brennan was horrible at conversation through eye contact only, James and you were the best. He could tell you a million things with only one glance. Something very irrational and not really possible, as Brennan would have said.

Bones walked to you to give you a big hug. That was when both your men were completely thrown off and didn't know what was going on. Temperance Brennan wasn't the type to hug people unless she liked and trusted them completely. They didn't know that their loves were this close. Their faces spoke volumes, expressing all the confused thoughts.

Neither you nor Brennan paid any attention to them because you were far too busy talking. You headed for the kitchen, laughing. "Really?" you giggled. "Yes! When I tell you that this sternum-" Brennan continued, with a laugh. She moved her hands in the air and told you the whole story, making you giggle in surprise and amusement.

„Uh, where were we?“ Aubrey asked Booth amused, getting his attention again. „I'd say you will tell me all about this,“ he made a sweeping gesture, Aubrey laughed and nodded. „Sure.“ Aubrey grinned.

„Yeah okay… so this suspect is definitely involved in something, we have-„ he started telling Aubrey all the things he needed to know.

Aubrey kept looking over at you talking to Brennan, incredibly grateful for all of this. Incredibly in love with you.

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[juminsmysticmc]

RFA with a Mc who goes into labor while being in an argument with them

Hey there! So you all know that I am crazy for pregnancy stuff and so this is my new idea! Hope you will enjoy it just like I did!

Jumin

,,I can’t believe you…“ Jumin sighed, disappointed as he looked at you.

You were glaring at him, just like he did a few minutes ago.

,,Even your son doesn’t get your anger, Jumin,“ you sighed, rubbing your belly as you felt some odd movement.

,,Well, my son is innocent! He wasn’t the one who went out without a single bodyguard,“ Jumin repeated.

You scuffled, looked away, and began to tear up.

,,I was craving ice cream and I didn’t want anyone to feel annoyed for bringing me some,“ you mumbled.

Normally you and Jumin would have everything in the penthouse, however, for some reason, there wasn’t the one flavor you were craving, which made you go out on your own.

,,Mc, I didn‘t like you going out on your own when we first started being together, and trust me, now that you’re pregnant and even more of an easy target… you can’t defend yourself if something happens!“

,,Are you saying that I am irresponsible towards my son?!“ you were now hissing again.

The both of you began to argue. The fact that you went out on your own and could have been kidnapped made him very nervous, especially since your pregnancy began, he felt anxious.

You were still arguing and hissing at each other when you suddenly felt your belly get hard. It felt more as if you were cramping when suddenly a big pain followed, making you groan.

Jumin was still arguing and trying to get you to understand his point when he suddenly stopped upon hearing your painful sound.

,,What’s wrong?“ he asked you, slowly approaching as you were kneeling down.

The first thing he thought about was that the stress caused you some pain or that something went wrong.

The fact that your water broke however, proved him wrong, making him act as quickly as possible.

,,Fuck, it hurts,“ you groaned as the both of you waited for the doctors.

And despite the both of you still being angry at each other, Jumin was doing his best with supporting you and you were gladly relying on him.

After all, soon the both of you would become parents…

Zen

,,I can’t understand why the two of us are arguing again,“ Zen sighed as he sat on the chair on the balcony.

He was trying to light a cigarette so that he could smoke while you, with a lot of distance, were trying to explain to him your point of view.

,,Because I fear that nothing will change if this baby comes! Zen, we are going to become parents! We need to become more responsible, stop drinking, stop smoking, and prepare for the baby,“ you said again.

Your boyfriend finally could light up the cigarette as he sighed and put it between his lips.

,,Mc, I will try to stop smoking, but I need this to relieve my stress because of work and you,“ he said.

The meaning was different, however, the words he decided to choose were wrong and so this led to another argument between the both of you.

The two of you were still hissing at each other when you suddenly stopped talking.

Zen was still arguing and commenting when he noticed that you weren’t even looking at him anymore.

,,Mc, please don’t-”

,,Hyun I- I think I‘m giving birth!“ you suddenly said.

In the next moment, Zen was holding you bridal style, already carrying you towards the door.

Zen deeply regretted that he smoked until a few seconds ago as he saw your pained face as you tried not to inhale the scent.

,,I will grab the hospital bag,“ he quickly said and ran to the house, changing his shirt too before he was next to you again.

It was happening now and Zen actually realized how much more he should have planned together with you and how much this senseless argument must have stressed you out for life.

,,I will become better, I promise, for the both of you,“ Zen said as he was hurrying to the hospital while you kept breathing.

Yoosung

,,I mean, it’s not my fault that you’re having a high-risk pregnancy and have to stay in bed all the time! Please don’t take it out on me!’’ Yoosung hissed, annoyed by your mood swings all the time.

You were pretty hard to handle nowadays, were always angry at him, either not talking to him, or not even letting him sleep in his bed.

Whatever he did, it was wrong.

And slowly, the lack of sleep and the frustration was too much for him to handle, making him snap.

Despite wanting to keep it together for you, when you once again nagged at him, he couldn’t handle it.

,,You know what? Since I can at least walk around, I will just go away!’’ he told you when you kept arguing with him, laying in the bed underneath your blankets.

,,Kim Yoosung, I DARE YOU!’’ you screamed, but it was too late. Your husband left the house and left you alone.

,,I hate myself too…the way I am right now,’’ you sobbed as your hands were holding your swollen belly.

Of course Yoosung was just sitting outside, despite him being angry at you for being annoyed these days. He was way too worried and loved you too much to really go for a walk.

He knew that this wasn’t easy for you too and that you tried your best.

,,I hope that the baby will come soon and that everything will be better than this,’’ he sighed.

The next moment, he could feel his phone vibrating.

Knowing that it was probably you, he decided to wait for a bit to read it.

However, the spamming wasn’t stopping and so Yoosung decided to read it sooner than he had actually planned.

He afterward thanked God that he indeed pulled out his phone.

,,MC?!’’ he screamed after you wrote to him that you were in pain, had odd pains, and some liquids just came out from between your legs.

,,Yoosung…’’ you weakly groaned, happy to see him.

,,I think I’m in labor,’’ you whispered as he came closer.

,,Okay, okay…an ambulance will be here soon. It will be all okay, Mc…’’ Yoosung whispered, feeling anxious now that it was really time.

,,I love you and I’m sorry for being so…ugh, hard to handle,’’ you gasped in pain, holding onto him.

,,I love you, I’m scared, please don’t leave me,’’ you kept gasping.

No way he would leave you.

Never.

Jaehee

,,I didn’t even mean it like that,’’ Jaehee sighed.

She just commented something that made you misunderstand.

Now the both of you were just arguing.

It wasn’t even important, however, you took it too seriously and were now sulking over that reason.

Jaehee knew that this was just your hormones and that you usually wouldn’t act like that, however, she too was beginning to feel bad about your behavior.

,,Jaehee, these things are hurting me! You should know! That’s why I’m mad at you for not thinking of me!’’ you said, walking away from her and entering the living room to tidy up.

,,Ugh, I’m telling you, I meant it differently. Also, my every action is based on you. I do everything just for you, for your well-being, and your health. It’s not fair that you say that I’m not thinking of you!’’ she said, sighing again before she helped you with the task.

,,I know…but still, it hurt me!’’ you exclaimed as you suddenly burst into tears.

Jaehee had no words left for you and instead tried to breathe in and out calmly. She knew that in a few moments this would all be over, however, it still was hard for her.

The next time her eyes fell on you as Jaehee had a different sight of you.

You were holding the pillow tightly in your hands, your facial expression much harder while your teeth seemed to grit…

,,Mc…?’’ Jaehee said and for a moment, she panicked that you would be that angry to even become aggressive.

However, she had it all wrong.

Instead, you moaned loudly in pain before your legs gave up.

,,Oh fuck I think the baby is about to come!’’ you gasped, looking up at her.

,,What? Now?’’ she gasped.

And even though she was more than surprised and afraid at that very moment, Jaehee managed to stay calm and do everything just like she planned.

,,It’s about time, Mc,’’ she smiled, taking your hand before the ambulance drove you to the hospital.

Saeyoung

,,I beg you, at least help me,’’ you sighed as you put the dishes together and began to clean the kitchen.

,,Mc, whenever I, your savior, try to help you, you tell me to literally fuck off,’’ Saeyoung smirked. For him, this argument the both of you were having still wasn’t as serious as it was for you on the other side.

,,For God’s sake, I don’t want to keep the whole family under control as if I’m a slave! I want some support from you! Be a bit more like Vanderwood and go and clean!’’ you hissed.

Saeyoung sighed, slowly approaching you to hug you, just for you to reject him by pushing him away.

This kind of triggered your fiancé, leading the both of you into getting into an argument.

,,You know what, I will just clean my things and then watch Elly on the monitor. She at least won’t push me away!’’ he hissed, hurt by your actions.

,,Yeah, as if you’re going to clean up your stuff! Thanks for doing nothing!’’ you groaned.

You promised yourself to not approach him first as you were angry at the moment.

However, you soon had to break this promise to yourself as Braxton hicks seemed to be much stronger and more painful than usual.

You gasped in pain, waiting for the pain to stop and rush to Saeyoung.

,,No Mc, I’m still angry with what you did,’’ he said when he heard you opening the door.

,,Saeyoung,’’ you groaned in pain, making him immediately turn around to you.

,,I think the baby wants to come into this chaotic household right… ouch… now.’’

With that, all the anger from before vanished and fear and happiness was left.

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27.04.2022 // 22:02 MEST

[walkthroughhellwithasmile]

I know people before me have written about this, but you really know who watched the trial and who didn’t by reading what they write/tweet/post.

It’s shocking how many people spread misinformation just because they are too lazy (and probably too stupid) to educate themselves on a topic. Or because they are desperately trying to hold on to their bullshit opinion, because they couldn’t fathom in their wildest dreams that men can be victims, too. Either way, that’s not really a sign for intelligence, IMO.

There are lots of people who were supporters of the defendant, but stopped supporting her once her lies were debunked in court and when her „evidence“ was revealed. Or rather the lack of evidence. And then there are those who haven’t watched a second of the trial and only read what the tabloids were writing and we all know what that was. Poor defendant lost against the mean man with the scissors for fingers ☹️

Why I am writing this? Because I just unfollowed a doctor on IG and twitter, because he continued to share hateful posts about Johnny. I’ve always liked his content and he definitely should’ve stuck to that instead of supporting the defendant. I‘m writing this, because I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that a doctor, a real medical doctor, just can‘t see that the defendant was lying about everything, the physical abuse in particular. How can a doctor look at those pictures and say that they show the results of physical abuse as the defendant has described it?? How? Not to mention the non-existent medical records. To be honest, if he was my doctor and I would read all that crap about Johnny Depp he‘s spreading, I wouldn‘t trust him anymore. I would be looking for another doctor in a heartbeat. Completely unprofessional.

[shhhlikeme]

can I get hcs of kenma and tendou with a quiet and reserved S/O but she’s secretly really pervy? Nsfw maybe 👉👈 I love your writing!! (*^▽^*)

Thank youuu😘

You may! I‘m writing Kenma’s separately because my posts are too long so look out for pt. 2 later! Ps. Idk if it’s spelled ‘tendo’ or ‘Tendou’ so I might swap from time to time lol.

I literally love this one shot!

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Tendou Satori x “Timid Girl by Day: Naughty Girl by Night” S/O

(Slight NSFW)

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“I was in the chess club, too Y/N. State champ, 1984!” Exclaimed Tendou’s father loudly. His mother, who was sitting across from him at the restaurant dinner table beamed at him.

“She’s a keeper, Tendou. You better not do anything to lose her!” Satori’s mom reached over to hold onto your hand and you gave her a sweet smile, happy that you had won your boyfriends family over.

“I was state champ last year,” you mumbled to his family quietly and they practically gushed to death.

“How did our strange Tendou get you?” Questioned his mother rather rudely.

she shoulda kept that in the drafts

You shrugged, feeling the need to defend your love. “Tendou is the kindest, most gentle, honest boy I’ve ever met. I’m lucky to have him. Right, Ten?”

Your boyfriend Tendou had been staying out of yours and his parents conversation for the majority of the night, a little because his parents didn’t need any help in counting his faults but moreso because his girlfriend......had her foot pleasurably kneeding his crotch under the table. Very pleasurably, considering the man had a mild foot fetish. You were softly running the underside of your foot along his length that has hardened fully due to your ministrations. You used your foot to nudge his thighs apart and fondled his balls.

“Right, Ten?” You repeated.

Tendou looked at you across the table when you evilly invited him into the conversation, knowing that he wasn’t listening a damn.

“S-sorry w-what?” He pretended to cough quickly in order to cover his moan when you fondled his balls. You were literally going to make him cum and you haven’t even stuttered once when talking with his parents.

“Aren’t you listening?” His mother snapped.

“He never listens.” His dad muttered.

“Your parents were just saying how lucky you are to have me because of how quiet and reserved I am.” You gave him a sexy smirk and slowly grazed the length of his his member from top to bottom. Tendou had to increase the force of his coughing and look away because his eyes wanted to roll to the back of his head.

“Sweetheart, drink some water will you?” His mother waves the server over and points to the water pitcher.

“And Ten, I was telling your parents how you are the best boyfriend in the world because you......”

Tendou couldn’t listen to you when his thoughts were so consumed by lust. It wasn’t his fault that he hadn’t any more blood in his brain because it had all migrated south. He was so turned on by not only your movements, but the fact that everyone who knew you, including him, thought you’d be the last girl to be doing what you’re doing right now.

He fell in love with the shy girl in school—because you were so pretty and quiet and you spent all your lunches in the library like he used to do before Ushijima invited him to start joining him for lunch. You were very reserved, never choosing to roll your school skirt to make it shorter like all the other girls in school and Tendou saw that as endearing.

And you were nice to him. When he built up the courage to sit next to you and start a conversation, you were quiet but the nicest person he’s ever met..... Even though his personality should have scared you like it did everybody else.

you two started dating and you never changed from being mousy and reserved

That is.....until it came to anything sexual

Something intimate had only happened between you two once before and you had been interrupted by Tendou’s parents, but he caught a glimpse of your very strong naughty side

But even that brief moment was nothing compared to this

Touching him under the table while his parents were right there....this was one for the books

But what can you say? Your perversion came out like a bat of a hell when you saw Tendou so nervous introducing you to his family, looking so cute in his green tux. You’d never seen him so reserved but you knew it was because his parents weren’t his favourite people in the world. You don’t know why but seeing him like this made you want to make him orgasm, and he was rendered powerless to stop you

“Ten, are you not feeling okay honey? You haven’t been answering us.” You asked your redhead sweetly as you agonizingly-slowly removed your foot off of him and slipped it back in your flats. You gave him an innocent bat of your eyelashes.

Tendou held back his whine from your removal.

His parents asked Tendou if he needed to go see a doctor again due to his strange behaviour that he used to exhibit when he was young.

Satori only needed to see the doctor if they could give his gf a prescription of what to do with a bf’s serious case of blue balls.

Nevertheless, Ten tried to explain himself to his parents because the threat of seeing his childhood doctors was an absolute no.

“N-no I mean s-sorry! Y/N, parents, I-I’m fine, trust me—“

You interrupted him. “No, I don’t think you’re fine, Ten.”

“Yes I am—“

Irritated with him, you turned to grin at the older couple. “Mr. & Mrs. Tendō, your doctors are very unnecessary. I know just how to help your son,”

Tendou watched how you brought a glass to your lips after you spoke. You had asked the server for a straw earlier, which was pretty odd in a five star restaurant, but now Tendo knew why. With your eyes innocent and with his parents eyes on their son in worry, you took a sip of the water. Then, you slipped the straw further into your mouth suggestively. You circled your tongue around it for your boyfriend’s hungry eyes only. Tendou’s dick twitched under the table.

You rendered the sexy clown speechless momentarily. lets all applaud

“Son, I thought you got over that awful odd phase you’d been in because you got to Shiratorizawa....”

Your bf rushed to defend himself even though he barely heard his father. “Dad! I promise I have and that I’m fine! I don’t need any more help—“

“It’s nothing like that, Mr Tendo. But you do look like you’re a little under the weather, Ten. Maybe you need to leave early?” When your boyfriend’s eyes flicked back to you, you flicked the tip of your straw with your tongue— the same way you wanted to do to certain other tip.

How can your eyes remain so innocent as you do this?! Satori thought. Horny, annoyed with his parents, and confused, Tendou shook his head at his dad. “No! I’m okay, reall—“

You kicked him under the table. The idiot was not getting it! “No YOU’RE not, Ten. I think you’re feeling sick. With JUST a cold. And I think you need me to take you back to my house so I can nurse you back to health, correct?” You spoke slowly hoping your boy would finally get the gist.

Finally, that lightbulb turned on. 💡

Our cherryhead baby was like:

Bruh.

His eyes lighting up because the sexy redhead FINALLY understood your sexual innuendo, he nodded. His mind ran with thoughts of you and him in your bed: hopefully naked. Keeping up your impeccable sweeter than though charade that his parents ate right up, you turned to his parents. “I recently got my acceptance letter into the nursing program at Kyoto University.”

“What?!” Mrs. Tendō’s jaw dropped. She grabbed her husbands hand and squeezed it excitedly. “But that’s one of the top 2 Universities in Japan!”

You smiled, blushing shyly. Your boyfriend was shocked at how you are truthfully so insanely bashful and that it wasn’t an act with his parents. He couldn’t think about that for long though, because in that moment your foot unexpectedly grazed his erection again and it felt sooooooooooo good that he had to let out a strangled cough to cover his moan again.

You were happy with his reaction. “See, the poor thing is still coughing. Would you two mind if I took him home to help him? I promise he’ll be back to normal after.”

“Go ahead, chess champion, Kyoto U student!!!! Please keep our son and be a good influence on him!”

Satori couldn’t help but think, ‘Good influence?!’ As he bit back a moan of sexual frustration when you removed your foot again. He was embarrassed by how close he was.

“Great!” You smiled. “Let’s go, Ten sweetheart. The sooner we get home the sooner I can make you feel better.” You got up, straightening your humble dress and rounded the table so you were standing behind your sitting boyfriend. His parents began busying themselves with collecting their things.

From behind, you leaned over and whispered in your man’s ear,

“When we get to my house, I’m going to make you cum so hard that you’ll make a riddle about me, too.”

Your boyfriends eyes rolled back and his leg started tapping on its own like a dog wagging its tail.

Tendou’s parents were busy with the cheque.

“Our valet just pulled up so we are going to go now, but Thank you so much for joining us for dinner, Y/N.” finished his parents approvingly. “You are without a doubt the kindest, sweetest, most modest scholar we’ve ever met. And by some miracle you are dating our son! I hope you get out of that timid shell one day, Y/N, because you deserve all the praise.”

You blushed, giggling like a school girl as you hugged your boyfriend, just enough so that he could feel your boobs pressed to his back. He wagged his tail more.

“Thank you, Mr. & Mrs. Tendou. I promise that I shall work on my timidity and modesty.” On your son’s dick, that is, You thought to yourself, smirking because you were only a 10-minute drive to your house.

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Baby Kenma in part 2 later lol

[juliandev0rak]

“just let me take care of you.” for the softer prompts? 🥺

thank you for the ask! this prompt really is so soft 🥺🥺

“just let me take care of you” from these prompts

characters: Julian x my apprentice Beatrice

words: 1182

It’s getting late and Beatrice is worried. Julian was due back from his medical clinic over an hour ago and she’s heard no word from him. She’s been staring out the window for ages, watching as the sky darkened from blue to black and the wind began to rise, it’s winter in Vesuvia and there’s a storm brewing. Already the snow is coming down in flurries, nearly blocking the view out the window.

She’s just made up her mind to go search for him and is pulling on her cloak when the door creaks open and her bedraggled lover walks in. Julian’s coat is buttoned all the way up and his gloves are on but the first thing Beatrice notices is that he’s shaking. 

“Julian!” She drops her cloak and rushes over, wrapping herself around him in a tight embrace. His arms go automatically around her and she sighs, relieved to see him safe and sound. 

“Hello, my dear. I apologize for being home so late, I got caught in the storm.” He says, face pressed into her hair. His voice sounds scratchy like there’s something caught in his throat and Beatrice leans back to really look at him. His visible eye is nearly bloodshot and his face is flushed bright red. She knows how he looks when he’s blushing and this is more than a simple blush, his face is nearly as red as his hair.

“Darling you’re shivering, let’s get you inside.” She says, putting a hand on his arm to lead him out of the entryway. He follows without complaint, allowing her to sit him down on the couch in front of the fireplace. 

“I’m sorry if I worried you, I tried to send Malak ahead to let you know I was on the way but he must have flown off somewhere.” He says apologetically, grabbing both of her hands in his as she sits next to him. 

“I’m just glad you’re back before the storm got any worse.” She smiles, reaching to pull his gloves and eye patch off. His hands are freezing cold and his coat is dripping cold melting snow onto her. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes Julian, you’ll catch cold!” She stands up from the couch and pulls him up with her. He raises an eyebrow and looks ready to make some sort of joke when the show of bravado is cut off abruptly as he breaks into a fit of hacking coughs. Beatrice reaches up to put the back of her hand on his forehead, cringing as she feels how feverishly hot he feels. 

“I think we’re too late to stop you from catching a cold.” She frowns, continuing to pull him along towards their bedroom. 

“I’m fit as a fiddle, my dear!” He argues, “There’s just a tickle in my throat, I’ll be fine.” 

“I know you’re a doctor, but I don’t trust your assessment of yourself, darling. You’re burning up.” She retorts, going into their bathroom to start drawing him a bath. 

He follows behind her, looking a bit like a lost puppy as he continues to argue that he’s fine. Beatrice turns around to face him after she finishes heating the water and places her still magic-warm hands in his. He relaxes into her touch but starts as she says sternly “Ilya, you’re not fine. You’re going to take a hot bath and eat some soup, and then you are going to sleep.” 

“But- I, I have a lot of work left to do tonight darling, I have reports and research and-” his protests are cut off as she presses her lips to his. He melts into her, his face spreading into a smile as she pulls back to meet his eyes.

“Just let me take care of you.” She sighs, she loves him but gods is he stubborn. He’s looking at her like he can’t quite believe she’s real, tired eyes filled with hazy emotion. She can see the moment he finally decides to stop arguing and give in to her, he’s never been good at letting others take care of him but he’s finally learning that he deserves the same love and care he gives to others.

“Alright,” He concedes, voice quiet “but none of that magic sleeping soup.” 

“I’ll make no promises about the soup, now behave yourself and get in the bath.” 

After he’s been made to soak for a while and his shivering has finally stopped she tucks him into their bed propped up against soft pillows and a blanket charmed to stay warm. He sinks into the bed with a sigh and Beatrice moves to get the soup. A hand snaps out from under the covers and catches her wrist before she can move away.

“Don’t leave me.” Julian whines, tired eyes gone wide. His hand is clasped around her with considerable strength considering how tired and sick he is and Beatrice has to pry it off as gently as she can. She looks at him, curls plastered to his forehead, ruddy cheeks and stress bitten lips and feels her heart swell with emotion. Julian is stubborn and self deprecating and doesn’t like to rely on others, but he’s trusting her. She’d do anything for him.

“It’s ok, Ilya, I’ll be right back I promise.” She reassures him and he grumbles in response, falling back against the pillows. 

When she comes back with the soup he’s half asleep already, curled in on himself in the blankets. He doesn’t look up until she sits down next to him, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder gently. 

“You need to eat something before you go to sleep, darling.” She says, moving her hand to help him sit up a little more. He looks at her sleepily and opens his mouth obediently as she comes towards him with a spoonful of soup. 

“This is the sleeping soup isn’t it.” He pouts. “Do you really have to dose me with magic?” 

“You won’t rest enough if I don’t.” She brings another spoonful up to his mouth and he sighs but lets her continue to feed him. 

“But I‘m not even tired…” He slurs, drooping eyes contradicting his words. Beatrice laughs under her breath and places the empty bowl on the side table. She brings her hand up to smooth his hair away from his forehead, using magic to make her hand cool. 

“Feels good..” he murmurs, eyes closing against her touch. 

“Shhh..” she soothes him, pressing a tender kiss to his eyelid, the tip of his nose, his cheek. “Rest now.” He smiles almost unconsciously and mutters something, too quiet for her to hear. 

“What was that, sweetheart?” She asks.

“I said I love you.” He says, voice still barely audible as he succumbs to sleep. 

“I love you too, Ilya.” She places another kiss to his warm face and lays down beside him feeling indescribably lucky.

“No more soup.” He mutters. It’s hard to tell if he’s already sleeping, but she can’t help but laugh at his words.

“Go to sleep darling.”

[leedongwook]

Buddie lifeguard AU 🌸 Part 5

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Read on Ao3

“Hey Buck, how’s the pretty head?“

“Hey Buck, your head ok?“

“Hey Buck.“

Eddie deletes the message and tries again. He’s trying to find the right words to text Buck for ten minutes now but he can’t form a good sentence. He scratches at his head and sighs.

“Hi Buck, you up for a drink?“

Eddie stares at his phone again. Would he even be up for a drink? What if his head was more hurt than he thought. He’d called the hospital in the evening to check if Buck was still there, but the annoyed nurse on the phone didn’t give him any informations. Which Eddie knows is rigth, since he’s not a relative of Buck. He’s been lying awake all night though, thinking about texting Buck or not.

He’s still worried in the morning and decides to finally send Buck a quick message. The words just don’t want to come to him.

Eddies sighs again and deletes the message. Just when he wants to put his phone away, it rings and he almost drops it on the floor. Eddie stares at his phone in confusion and blinks at the caller ID showing up.

It’s Buck.

How does he have his number? Eddie doesn’t remember giving it to him. Eddies hands start to sweat and he giggles weirdly. He shakes his head at himself in annoyance. Get a grip Eddie and answer the call.

Just when his finger hovers over the caller button, the sounds stops. It goes to voice mail. Eddie curses and throws himself back on the couch. He really wants to talk to Buck. He doesn’t know why it’s so hard for him or actually he does know. He really likes Buck and he doesn’t want to ruin things with him.

The phone starts ringing again and Eddie lunges forward to grab his phone answering it immediately.

“Buck, hey how are you? Everything ok? How do you have my number?“

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut when he only hears Bucks breathing on the other side. How awkward was that.

“Hello to you too, Eddie.“

Eddie hears Buck laugh and his heart beats against his ribcage way too fast.

“Oh, oh yeah hi. Erm …“

“You ok over there, Eddie?“

Eddie coughs awkwardly and rubs his fingers along his thighs. God, he’s being weird and Buck’s gonna hang up on him any second.

“I’m … I’m good … yeah thanks.“

“Good. I asked Maddie to ask Chim for your number because I wanted to say thanks for helping me yesterday. I guess, I was a bit of a mess. Sorry.“

Eddie imagines Buck sitting on his couch in his appartment, alone, head bowed, sad eyes, thinking he’s been a burden to Eddie because he was involved in the accident. Eddie suddenly can‘t bare the thought of Buck being sad. He takes a deep breath and his voice comes out soft and calm.

“Hey, no it’s ok Buck, I am glad I was there to help you. You been a hero helping everyone else, even though you were hurt. How’s the head by the way, what did the doctor say?“

He hears Buck sigh on the other end.

“Slight concussion. I’ve got a hard head. I’m just annoyed that I can’t work for the rest of the week.“

Eddie chuckles. Of course he can’t sit still and rest. Buck always wants to be on the move, always wants to help.

“Right back into action, huh.“

Buck laughs and he sounds happier.

“Yeah you know me, I always need stuff to do. That’s why I was thinking if you and Chris might wanna come around on the weekend for a beach day? Hang out and stuff.“

For the first time Eddie thinks he can hear Buck being a bit insecure and it’s actually kinda cute. Eddies heart jumps a bit because he’d hang out with Buck every day, if he’s honest.

“Erm yeah I guess. I think Chris would love to see you again.“

And me too thinks Eddie but doesn’t say it out loud.

“Yeah that’s cool. Maybe we can jump on a surfboard or something. Just yeah, cool.“

“Sounds like a date then, eh I mean yeah we can do that, yes. Text me where and when, but we’re free the whole weekend, so whenever you want.“

“Cool. Then see you on the weekend Eddie. And thanks again.“

“Don’t mention it, someone has to lookt out for that pretty head of yours.“

Eddie bites at his lip when he finishes his sentence but he’s only getting Buck laugh as a reply. He hangs up and throws himself back at the couch, covering his eyes with his arms. Why is he always so awkward around Buck. That guy really had a number on him huh.

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“Daaaadd, are you coming.“

Christopher‘s already standing at the door waiting for Eddie to go. He‘s checking his beach bag again, just in case, so he doesn‘t forget anything. He’s not mentionioning the four times he looked in the mirror to check that his hairs sits right. Chimne would make fun of him if he was here.

“Yeah buddy, I‘m coming.“

His son was all hyped up and excited when he told him that they’re gonna hang out with Buck on the beach on the weekend. He counted the days and Eddie has to admit he did so too.

He walks out oft he bathroom and grabs his bag. One last check on his hair again and then he’s opening the door for Chris to walk outside.

“Ready superman?“

Chris nods and smiles happily at his father. The drive over to the beach doesn’t take long and when Eddie parks the car in the carpark, he sees Buck waiting at the beach house. He quickly helps his sound oft he car and they walk over to where Buck is waiting.

As soon as Buck sees the two of them he runs over and grabs Chris underneath his arms and throws him around. Chris giggles and holds tight at Bucks arms.

“Hey kiddo, I missed you.“

Bucks eyes are wide and shine bright, he’s got a huge grin on his face. Eddie notices the bandaid on his head though and his cheek bone looks a bit swollen. Probably from where he hit his head on the steering wheel.

When Buck puts his son down again, the little boy frowns and point his finger to Bucks head.

“Are you ok Buck, you got a bandaid there?“

Buck kneels down in front of the kid.

“Don’t worry,  just a little bump, my heads tough.“

He smiles again and bumps his son on the nose, who immediately lights up again. They both turn around and look over to where Eddie’s standing with the bag.

“Hi Eddie, nice to see you.“

Buck looks good with his swim shorts and the white shirt, he’s wearing. It’s sitting thight around his torso and Eddie can see his abs shining through. He blushes a bit and shakes himself to focus back on Buck.

“Hi Buck, thank you for inviting us.“

“You need help with your stuff?“

Buck points at Eddies bag.

“No, no I’m fine, you go ahead.“

Buck nods and crouches down in front of Chris again.

“Hop my little man, lets see if we’re faster than your daddy.“

Chris grins and carefuly climbs on Bucks back. Buck takes his crutches and starts running.

The boy is jumping up and down on Bucks back and Eddie can her his happy screams.

“Last one‘s the looser.“

Eddie chuckles and follows Buck and his son over to the beach.

When he reaches the water he sees Buck running along the beach jumping up when the water hits his feet. His son‘s still clinging onto his back and every time he jumps, he laughs loudly.

Christopher looks up and sees him standing there, his smile even bigger now.

“We won daddy, we won.”

Buck stops and walks over to where Eddie‘s standing in the sand.

“Your dad’s slower than a turtle isn’t he.”

Buck chuckles and brushes against Eddies shoulder with his hand.

Eddie looks at his shoulder where Buck just touched him and then back to Buck. The other man’s smiling brightly at him. Tiny water droplets are running down his cheeks, over his delicate jawline and down his throat and disppear under his shirt. Eddie catches a glimps of a tiny birthmark sitting there.

His son tugging at his shorts starles him and he looks at him.

“Dad, can I try some surfing, please, please.”

Eddie looks over to where the surfboards are lying in the sand.

“I’ll hold him the whole time Eddie. He’ll be safe. I promise.”

Buck doesn’t have to promise him. He knows he’ll keep his son safe. Chris walks in front of him and looks at him with his best puppy eyes.

“Please dad, please.”

Buck stands himself behind his son and gives him his best happy smile.

“Ah, I hate you two.”

Chris claps his hands together in joy.

“Oh, you love us, dad.”

Eddie tousles through his sons hair and presses a kiss on his forehead.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

Buck winks at Eddie before he walks over to get the surfobards and a life vest for Christopher. Eddie puts the towels in the sand and sits himself down to keep an eye on his son and Buck.

Buck carefully puts the life vest on Chris, always talking to him. He must have made a joke because his son holds his tummy and can‘t stop laughing. Buck takes his hand and helps him going over to the water. He puts the surfboard in the water and lifts Christopher on it. He sits himself behind the kid and slowly paddles away, into the small waves at the shore.

His son holdss his hands into the water. He looks so happy and excited and it warms Eddies heart. Buck somehow always senses what the kid needs or wants. It’s beautiful to watch the two of them togehter. His son‘s grown to trust Buck really fast but Eddies doesn‘t blame him because he himself has that feeling of calmness and saftey when he’s around Buck.

When he looks back at the water he sees Buck lift his son onto the surfboard now so he‘s standning on it.

His son waves at him, eyes bright.

“Look daddy, look I’m a surfer.”

Eddie gets up from where he’s sitting, to have a better view at them.

“Yes, you are my little super man, you are. You’re doing awesome.”

Buck lets go of Christophers hands and the last wave takes the kid onto to beach. The board stops abruptly, but Buck‘s already there catching the boy, before he falls over. He lifts him up again and Chris climbs on his back. They both walk over to Eddie.

“This was amazing bud, you did so well.”

Chris is still super hyper and he can’t stop smiling.

“Did I look like a real surfer?

Eddie takes him into a hug and rubs at his back.

“You did buddie, you did.”

He lets go of Chris and hands him a bottle of water.

“Thanks Buck, this was awesome.”

Buck nods.

“No problem. He’s a natural. You wanna have a go, too?”

Eddies puts his hands in the air and waves around.

“What me? No I don’t think…”

“Oh yes daddy, I wanna see you surf.”

Eddie nervously rubs at his arms.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Buck can help you, can’t you Buck?”

Buck taps on Chris shoulder gently.

“Course I can, If your dad wants to try?”

Buck looks at him with questioning eyes.

“You wanna try?”

“Ok, ok i’ll give it try.”

Chris applauds him and sits down on the towel. Both men walk over to the surfboards and Buck takes his shirt off and throws it in the sand.

Eddie can’t help and look at him. He’s got goosebump on his skin, probably from the cold water earlier.  A tiny droplet runs down his chest, all the way down to his navel. Eddie takes in a harsh breath when he can see a blue bruise running from his shoulder square over his chest, down to his abdomen.

Buck notices where Eddies looking at.

“Seatbealt. Looks worse than it is, doesnt even hurt anymore.”

Eddie wants to run his finger along the bruise, wants to check if there’s more damage. Broken ribs or anything.

“Eddie I’m fine.”

Bucks voice getting louder snaps him out of his trance.

“Good, that’s good. I’m glad.”

Suddenly Bucks hand appears in front of his face.

“Get on the surfboard, Diaz.”

Buck smiles and Eddie thinks the blue of the ocean makes his eyes look even bluer and more magical.

He takes the other mans hand and lets himself be helped on the board. His first surfing attempts are awkward and Eddie thinks he’s absolute awful in doing this. Bucks smiles and the other mans support makes him want to try again.

Suddenly there’s a wave crashing right in front of them and the movement of the water throws Eddie forward and off the surfboard. Buck lunges forward to stop Eddies fall but his foot gets stuck under the board and he falls backwards into the sand, followed by Eddie, who lands on top of him. Eddie opens his eyes and looks at Buck the other man’s eyes are wide and so so blue, it’s like the ocean is mirroring it‘s color in them. Eddie feels the water washing over his legs. His legs which are resting inbetween Bucks. He can feel Bucks hip move under him, his abs being strained against the weight on top of him and Eddie remembers the bruise on the other man’s chest. Bucks arms lie rigth and left, next to his body. Eddie’s arms are in the sand right next to Bucks head. The other man looks at him with a smile. His lips are pink, so pink and Eddie wishes he’d know how they taste. There’s those tiny freckles around his nose and Eddie thinks Buck has the prettiest eyelashes he’s ever seen. Tiny water drops are clinging onto them and sparkle in the sun. He can see another scar on his forehead probably from work. It’s all healed and looks white and faint against his skin. Eddie slowly lifts his one hand and holds it against Bucks cheek. It’s like the other man’s skin is sparkling with the sea salt sitting on it. Buck is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Eddie feels the other man move underneath him, his hips grinding against him. Buck licks at his lips and it’s driving Eddie insane.

“Eddie.“

Bucks voice is soft and barely a whisper. His chest feels tight and he just realizes now that they’re both topless and their skin touches the other. He can almost feel Bucks heartbeat against his. Buck moves his fingers to Eddies wrist holding it gently. He looks at him with bright eyes.

“Daddy, Buck are you two ok?”

Christopher appears next to the two men and rips them out of their little moment. Eddies tongue feels heavy though and he can’t get a word out,  instead he hears Buck answer. His voice making his chest vibrating against his.

“We’re good kid. The sand softened our fall. Guess your dad needs to practice a bit more.”

Buck laughs and Eddie can feel his stomach muscles move under him.

“Can you maybe, get up. You’re heavier than you look.”

Eddie blinks at Buck confused, still being mesmerized by the other man’s presence.

“Oh, yeah sorry. Thanks for cushioning my fall, I guess.”

“No, problem.”

Eddie carefully shuffles backwards and gets up. The holds his hand towards Buck and helps him get up.

They’re both wet and full of sand.

“What about we jump in the water a bit to get the sand off and then we’ll get some ice cream? How does that sound.“

Christophers takes his fathers hand and his other finds its way over to Bucks hand. Holding them both tight he pulls them over to the water. Eddie thinks this might be a bit too much for Buck,  but when he looks over to the other man he’s smiling and follows his sons lead. Eddie thinks it’s a nice picture. Buck being a part of this, being a part of their family.

Buck lets go of the boys hand and starts splashing water around and hits Eddie right in the face. Christopher screams and laughs loudly. They all start to splash water around till they’re all wet and tired and their stomachs hurt from all the laughing and they decided to call it a day and head home in a bit.

Eddie packing the bags already when Buck comes back with three big ice cream cups. They’d built a sandcastle earlier and Chris is sitting next to it. Buck hands the ice cream to Chris, who excitingly licks at it. 

The other man then walks over to where Eddies packing their stuff togehter and motions for him to sit down and take the ice cream. Buck sits himself down next to Eddie. Chris is couple of meters in front of them hungrily licking at his icream and watching the ocean.

Eddie gently bumps his leg against Bucks.

“Thank you Buck. You made this one really happy.”

Buck turns his head over to Eddie.

“Just this one?” He points over to Chris and then puts his hand on Eddies thigh.

“Or this one aswell?”

Eddie swallows hard. Buck’s incredibly close to him now, he can see the tiny sand grains sitting on his skin. He blushes and nervously licks at his ice cream.

“Eddie.”

He looks back at Buck and he’s so close. His eyes are so blue. Buck licks at his lips and Eddie wants to kiss him so badly.

He puts his hand over Bucks, that is still resting on his thigh.

“Yeah, this one too.”

“Yeah?”

Christopher yelling for them, interrupts them again and both men get up to bring the bags over to the car. Buck carefully buckles Chris into the car and says his goodbyes.

“Thanks again, Buck.”

“No problem, it was a great day. Your kid is great.”

Buck leans forward and before Eddie can react, the other mans lips connect with his cheek. They’re soft and warm and Buck smells like sand and sea water. 

“See you, Eds.”

Buck slowly moves his face away and winks at him one more time before he walks over to his own truck. Eddie gently taps at his cheek where moments before Bucks lips had been resting. 

He feels like he’s in a kind of trance when he watches Buck drive away and he thinks he might be in love. 

In love with Buck.