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[clamorybus]

its technically a superfluous purchase, but i think im gonna save up for an xp magic pad

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

"cold feet (literally)" - spencer reid x fem!reader

you wake up in the middle of the night to get a pair of socks

wc: 1k

cw: reader is described as wearing a bra, sickeningly sweet fluff, two idiots in love

Spencer keeps his apartment climate-controlled at a brisk sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. He likes to be cold, he says, and you generally don’t mind. You run hot anyway, so if, on the off chance you do get cold when you’re lounging around on his couch or perusing his bookshelves, you grab one of the throw blankets Garcia’s knitted for him and wrap it around your shoulders. 

Tonight is different, in that you were not planning on sleeping over. Your relationship with Spencer works so well, in your opinion, because you both like to be independent, so rather than be with each other every moment of every day that he’s home, you orbit around each other like planets. You spend many evenings over at his place, and he spends just as many as yours, but eventually, the other person goes home. 

Not that you didn’t like sleeping in the same bed as Spencer, of course, but the relationship was still fresh, and you both liked that you were taking things slow. Tonight, however, you started a movie with him rather late, and by the time it was over, you were bleary-eyed and your bones felt laden. Spencer was more than willing to offer you the empty side of his bed for the night. 

You arrived in sweatpants and a t-shirt, so you just took your bra off and laid down. Spencer splurged on a fancy orthopedic mattress, so you somehow both sunk into it and rested on top of it like a glass on a table. It was insanely comfortable, and both you and Spencer really were wiped out, so you went right to sleep. 

When your eyes flutter open a few hours, you’re laying on your side. The first thing you notice is that the room is not completely dark. No, in fact, there’s a stream of moonlight, or maybe a street lamp outside, creeping in through the curtains, casting a soft, gray-filtered glow over the room. 

You feel Spencer’s hand loosely on your hip, and his knee resting lightly against the back of your thigh. Your immediate reaction is not to move for fear of waking him, but your feet are icicles. The air around you is cold, too, but the blankets remedy that. You just need socks. 

I am molasses, you coach yourself, moving languidly and carefully to rise into a sitting position. However, you lack the FBI stealth training needed to rise out of bed without waking your boyfriend, because when you look over your shoulder, his eyes are very clearly open. 

There’s a tired yet playful little smirk as he sits up, leaning against the headboard. “Sneaking out already?” he asks, his voice still rich and thick with sleep, and you suddenly wish you’re able to see him like this more often. Maybe this whole going home to go to sleep thing is simply for the birds. 

“No, of course not,” you laugh softly. The mattress creaks as you finally stand up, your bare toes spreading against the soft carpet. As you pad over to his dresser, you shoot him a performative smile over your shoulder. “My feet are just freezing.” 

“Do you want me to adjust the thermostat?” Spencer asks immediately, shifting the blankets off of him so he can, presumably, get out of the bed. 

“No, no, it’s okay,” you insist, holding up your hand. He stops in his place. “It’s just my feet, Spence,” you assure him. The cherry wood creaks when you tug the top drawer open, plucking the first pair of socks you see out off the top. 

Spencer’s mismatched socks are meticulously organized in their correct pairs, as it turns out. You smile to yourself when you realize this means he takes the time each day to couple up an incorrect pair of socks before putting them on his feet. 

You select a pair of purple ones with little kiwi fruits printed on them, affection for the ridiculous man in bed behind you bubbling up in your chest, making it feel as if it’s filled with helium. Like you could float up to the ceiling at any moment. 

You’re still smiling stupidly as you perch yourself on the edge of the bed. You slide his socks over your bare feet, wiggling your toes around for a moment. “Why are you smiling, angel?” Spencer’s asking curiously, and you feel his foot nudge your back. 

You lie back down in the bed, shaking your head softly as you lay on your side and place your head against Spencer’s chest. He takes a second to adjust, slinking down so he’s lying flat on his back, then he tugs you a little closer. 

Your cheek rubs against the soft, worn fabric of his t-shirt. You place your palm down against his flat tummy, and consequently feel his chin press into the top of your head. “What is it?” he asks again. 

“I just think you’re the bee’s knees, that’s all,” you say softly, earning a small chirp of a laugh from your boyfriend. 

“The bee’s knees, huh?” he rakes his fingers through your hair slowly. The action is lulling you like straight melatonin, making you even more tired. “Did you know that phrase actually used to mean something small and insignificant? Over time it developed to refer to something or someone that is greatly admired.” 

You close your eyes, your body relaxing against him as he speaks. “Do bees even have knees?” you ask through a yawn. 

“Technically speaking, no,” Spencer brushes his thumb along your temple, then across the top of your ear, as if he is charting all the smooth parts of you. “But they do have a ball-and-socket joint between their leg segments, which allows them the flexibility to move their little legs around. So when they dance to show their hive mates where the good honey is, they move their legs around.” He laughs softly at this notion, and you feel your weight sink into the mattress. 

“You make me want to dance,” you whisper, smiling with closed eyes against his chest. “So, you’re the bee’s knees.” 

Spencer hums fondly in response to this, then kisses your forehead. “That’s kind of a reach, angel,” he says. “But I think you’re the cat’s pajamas, so who am I to judge?”

[seattlesellie]

dads best friend!abby scenario cause why the hell not.

cw: sexual themes mdni, age gap, abby’s a cocky but charming asshole, power dynamics-ish? : ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

— "Oh and honey? Doctor Anderson's coming over for dinner" Everything felt oppressively hot and everything felt impossibly tight. The food seared your tongue, humid steam rising from the vegetables on your plate causing your throat to constrict and your eyes to sting with tears. Your right hand was clenched in a tight fist, left hand gripping your fork like it might grow legs and run away if you let go of your grasp. Your tights were itching relentlessly, tank top strap kept sliding off of your shoulder and built itself a home down your arm. Your lipgloss felt too sticky and your palms too clammy, you felt agitated, uncomfortable and way too goddamn nervous.

You felt consumed.

You didn’t know why.

Sure, Doctor Anderson was attractive, with palms twice bigger than yours. She wore a tight fitted muscle tee that had you squinting then turning your head around fast enough to crack your neck, noticing a goddamn six pack poking through maroon fabric. And yeah, she had an intoxicating scent of pine and wood and a hint of pepper that made your eyes nearly roll back inside of your skull, voice silky smooth, thighs firm and muscular, eyes icy blue, a smile that made you melt and all that stupid jazz,

but none of these things were a good enough explanation to why you were feeling this way — dazed, stupid, all bothered.

She sat down on the dinner table’s leather chair in a manspread as if she owned the place, and her thighs bulked up even more, veins of her arms becoming more prominent. She always knew what to say, and when you cracked a joke about orthopedic surgeons she cheekily told you to “watch it” — which made you thickly gulp and sheepishly smile down to the floor like your idol from age thirteen just told you they want to marry you and have you forever.

You needed an ice bath, but she also wouldn’t stop goddamn looking at you, even when you made it clear that eye contact with the surgeon, your father’s best friend, was a task that you apparently couldn’t manage to complete.

Her look made you nervous, and when she narrowed her eyes you nearly choked on a carrot, and when your father asked you “What’s wrong, kid?” you couldn’t even answer because what was wrong — was that you had to cross your legs together cause of some aching down there, and what was wrong is that his best friend made you feel like you were losing your mind at 9pm with a fork glued to your palm.

So you lied.

“M’just... tired, I guess” you murmured, then fake yawned, then internally cringed at yourself for performing the worlds fakest goddamn yawn.

“Already?” he voiced, shifting his gaze towards a visibly amused Abby. “Quite the night owl, that one... usually”

"What can I say, dad, loooong day" answered you, with a syrupy voice she wanted to stick her fingers inside and lick.

Abby chuckled, then smirked at you even though the response wasn’t directed at her. Then, she looked over to your father who was gnawing on some overcooked steak.

“She’s a kid, needs to get her sleep”

You scoffed, which made doctor Anderson poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “What...?” she murmured cockily, cracking a toothy grin. Your tights felt tight again, glued to your hot flesh, then you realized why they fucking call them tights because dammit they really are tight.

“I'm not a kid, can, y’know... drink, and stuff. Plus... M'busy, with... College"

You sounded like a damn idiot. All Abby did was chuckle and tilt her head back slightly, leaning further back in her chair.

“T'aw, I know, What'ryou studying again? Fashion science?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. That bitch.

"Sorry I don't wanna go to medical school and spend seven years of my life sticking my hands down a corpse"

So you didn’t go to your room after that, caught up in a whirlwind of proving a point. You stayed stubbornly with your feet glued to the floor and listened to Abby and your father ramble and yap on about work shenanigans. Usually, you’d semi doze off at this point, go on your phone and occasionally throw a snarky remark, but this was different. She was different than any of his other friends. Abby was actually funny, she didn’t brag too much, and if she did it faded quick cause she really was that good.

Abby threw a reference to a book you thought no one else had read except for you. You timidly lifted your gaze and remarked, “Oh, i read that book, actually”

Abby smiled and flattened her hands on the wooden table. “Smart cookie, huh? Did you like it?”

You batted your eyelashes like a kitten seeking more strokes at the praise, not noticing that body language of yours.

But she did.

You talked about the book for a solid ten minutes. Your father was the one, surprisingly, to go on his phone and faux-snort when he felt excluded from the conversation ran by two intellectuals and a giant elephant who goes by the name of "Tension", in the middle of the room.

Abby made you laugh and she made you think and she listened to your anecdotes. It made you buzz with electricity, and it made you yearn for her attention.

it also made her long for yours.

Your father interrupted by showing Abby a picture from work. When her eyes lowered to his phone, she shot you a lingering gaze and a smirk. You, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks, shyly looked away.

It was tight everywhere all over again.

So they talked more about work, Abby’s patients, their coworkers, Doctor Martha’s chicken pot pie, Doctor Johnson’s bizarre antics, the glass door no one bothered on calling to be fixed, blah blah blah, an endless stream of chatter.

And you listened, you listened with rapt attention, every ounce of your focus aimed at the prospect of another one-on-one conversation with Abby. Each time the older woman casted you with a quick glance, you flushed even harder. You waited, and waited and waited but your father was a blabber mouth, and you were oh so impatient,

you began mindlessly kicking the wooden table's legs.

Your sock-covered feet shifted restlessly from side to side, then you tucked them beneath your chair and resumed kicking, the movements gaining force. You curled your toes and continued to play with the table's handles. Abby winced, but you didn’t pay her any mind. You kicked again, with more force now.

You sighed.

Abby cleared her throat, and her cheeks suddenly bore a faint crimson blush. You couldn't help but notice, hm, must be the red wine finally catching on to her form. Ignoring, you kicked again, and the doctors back straightened and she stiffened in response. Your father asked her a question, and Abby… stammered.

“Yeah, that guys… uh— yeah”

You rested your chin on your hands and lightly tapped your fingertips against your cheeks thrice.

Then you kicked again, harder, you were bored and restless, waiting, give me some attention, Abby —

And then, you felt a pair of shoes encase your feet, ankles creating a cage around yours. It was then and only then that you had the startling realization: you hadn't been kicking the table at all. Instead, you had been unknowingly engaged in a game of footsies beneath the table with a goddamn world class surgeon.

And oh god did you want to die.

And oh god did abby sport a shit eating grin on her face that only you seemed to catch.

You froze, not even able to release your feet from her iron like grip. Unmistakably, she didn’t seem to release her grip either. So she kept them there, caged and locked.

“Alright,” your father sighed and cleared his throat. “Got some cuban cigars in the yard, shall we?” he gestured towards Abby, who was still holding your feet in her tight grasp.

“Yeah, go ‘head, I’ll just clear the table” she murmured absentmindedly. So kind and polite, huh?

You father chuckled and tapped abby on her shoulder, as he rose from his sit and straightened his back. “Nah, let the kid handle it”

Abby shot you a glance. Your pupils were dilated and your chest heaved rapidly up and down.

“She's not a kid, remember?”

Abby let go of your feet and you rose from the chair with such haste, you nearly had whiplash. When you lifted your plate, staying mute, looking like a deer caught in headlights as your father paced towards the yard, Abby gazed at you, and her eyebrow arched up in utter amusement.

“You uh, play soccer, by any chance?” quipped her, crossing her arms on her firm hard muscly chest.

You gulped.

“Huh?”

Abby lifted her wine glass to her lips, taking a sip that left a glistening sheen on her bottom lip. A chuckle escaped her.

“Jus’, y’know… with all the kicking, and everything. I mean, take a girl out for a drink before you do all that, yeah?”

You stood in shock, you didn’t speak, didn’t mutter a word, merely humming in response. Abby grabbed the plates from your hand, and then she grabbed the salt.

She furrowed her eyebrows and huffed. “M'just ’joking, smart cookie. If you wanna play, let's play"

Then you heard your father’s voice down the hall.

“Sweetheart?” he paced closer as Abby walked towards the sink. He leaned over the wall,

“forgot to mention it to you but, Abby’s staying over for the weekend”

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<Jokes>

What was the foot’s favorite type of chips? Dori-toes.

What’s a foot’s favorite food? Shoe-shi.

The gingerbread man goes to the doctor and tells him he really hurt his foot. The doctor says “Have you tried icing it?”

Why isn’t your nose 12 inches long? Because then it would be a foot.

What does a thief wear on its feet? Sneakers.

I used to really hate my foot fungus, but now it’s actually starting to grow on me.

I didn’t think orthopedic shoes would help me, but I stand corrected.

Foot injuries are always really serious because they take so long to heel.

What did the foot say to the soccer ball when they won the match? I toed you so.

What has four legs but no feet? A table.

Which two Ancient Greek philosophers had the nicest feet? Pla-toe and Sock-rates.

Does your shoe have a hole in it? No? Then how did you put your foot in it then?

How hard was it for the shoemaker to manufacture clown shoes? It was no small feet.

What do you call it when you put two slices of bread around your foot? A below-knee sandwich.

What does a foot have for breakfast? Jam and toe-st.

What is a foot’s favorite mint? Men-toes.

What do you call a shoe made out of bananas? A slipper.

My younger sister thought TGIF was an instruction manual that told her that the Toes Get In First.

The best way to keep yourself alert at all times is to join ballet because it is the only sport that keeps you on your toes.

What causes the pain you get when you kick a rocket? Missile Toe.

Why was the toe swollen and itchy? Because it had a severe case of toe-nsilitis!

Whom did the man call instead of a doctor after hurting his feet while driving? He called the toe truck.

What is the boy called if he’s stung by a bee on his foot? You call him Toby.

Source: Wiggly Foot Jokes And Puns That'll Have You Feeling Ticklish

</Jokes>

[transgenderization]

you really want one of those orthopedic bone saws or a recipricating saw or something like that to get through a halo but you CAN make do with a hacksaw in a pinch it will get through eventually. just make sure you have it clamped firm to the table or you won't get a clean cut

[nrdmssgs]

Reacting to the reader, accidentally falling asleep on them. (Price, Ghost, Gaz)

Masterlist

Part 1 (Soap, Alex, Konig)

Captain John Price

Platonic

Won't mind, if his old friend takes a quick nap on his shoulder, as long as this old friend tolerates a cigar smoke.

If he was discussing something with the others, and you happened to fall asleep - he'll try to speak quieter to the point, where his low velvety voice turns into a full-fledged asmr session.

But if the talk grows heated and his low menacing rumble wakes you up accidentally - he'll just pull you back on his shoulder. "Sorry, darling, go back to sleep... Now back to you, you d**p sh*t!"

Will unconsciously fidget with your fingers, John can't help it: your skin is so soft - it calms him down to lightly massage and caress your hand while you are napping.

Price finds it endearing, how flustered you got, after you finally woke up and understood, how exactly have you been sleeping all this time. Once again, he has nothing against it, but he will gladly joke about it, just to see you blushing. "Of course, you can spend a considerable amount of money on this orthopedic pillow in the hope that it will help you start sleeping better. Or you can always call one of your old friends - it costs nothing..."

Romantic

John will have to fight the urge to scoop and cradle you, so that you lean against him with your full weigh, enjoying his warmth enveloping you.

Even if he has something to do - his attention will be concentrated on you. Your calm deep breaths, your fingers clasping on his shirt lightly - that is what Price consumes with his every his single fiber. Because after all, it's memories of those things that keep him alive and sane on the battlefield.

Will definitely kiss the top of your head, even if you two are not alone. Multiple times.

It's moments like these, when he remembers to take a pause, look outside the window, remember, that his war is not everything he has - there is life beyond it.

Expect to wake up with his hand on your head, fingers sinking into your hair, a warm smile blooming on his face as he notices you slowly opening your eyes. "Had a nice nap, my love? Now how about I take you somewhere, you could actually sleep properly?"

Simon Ghost Riley

(this one turned out more like a scenario, sorry)

Platonic

Ghost doesn't notice the weight of your head on his lap right away. He's seen you curl up on a bench next to where he was sitting, but you are so small and light in comparison to him, it's hard to register your head leaning against him.

He sits at the table and talks to someone, when it hits him: a strange warmth, spreading in all directions of his body from the place your cheek meet his lap.

Simon makes a little, almost unnoticeable, pause, breathes in and goes on talking.

There's a voice in the back of his head, telling him to find anything, that might resemble a pillow, for you to sleep on. It would be so much better, than his dusty jeans. And you definitely deserve something softer than his lap to rest on.

But there's nothing, that he could offer you right now to replace him. So he settles to sitting as still as he possibly could and covering the edge of the table with his hand in case you wake up and get up abruptly. Little gesture, showing how much he really cares for every squadmate, how much he values their trust.

Back on the base, you notice, some late training hours disappeared from your timetable. Your Lt may never comment on you briefly passing out on his lap, but he never forgot, you needed a bit more time to rest after the last mission.

Romantic

He might be reserved and distant with you in public. Nothing personal, just a professional attitude, a facade, if you want. But here, behind the closed doors of his room, he freezes the very next minute he hears your muffled mumbling as you drifted to sleep on his shoulder.

"Don't go. Not yet."

Simons' heart sinks. He wishes, he didn't know, what were you talking about in your sleep, but he knows. Even in your dreams, on the territory, where you can have anything, you've ever wished for - you ask only for him to stay.

In public, you are always ok with him going on missions without you. You are always collected, supportive and optimistic. But when no one is around, you let yourself cling to Ghost for a brief moment, clasp your fingers around his arm and wordlessly plead 'don't go, don't go, don't go, don't...'

As he brushes hair from your face, you slightly flinch, not waking up.

"Take me, not him."

Simon looks at your face, feeling guilt building up in his chest. He puts his work papers aside, scoops you up and carries you to his bed. There he cradles you, caressing your face till you stop mumbling, descending to deeper sleep.

You wake up the next morning alone, surrounded by his scent, as he left you his shirt. He always does that, when he leaves on a mission without you. Your gaze wanders around, till it stops on your arm. His handwriting, black pen ink, covering your skin. Never before has he done anything like this. You grab your phone and frantically make a few dozens of photos of the inscription, that he left on you. You already know, that you'll make it permanent.

The inscription says "On my way to you"

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Platonic

Kyle is actually the one to ask others to speak quieter, when he realizes, you've fallen asleep on his lap.

Will shoo away Soap, who is ready to attack you and Kyle with a myriad of 'so when's the wedding' jokes.

Gaz is also the one to actually make sure, that there is nothing hard in his pockets and that the no sharp edges of his tactical clothes touch your delicate skin. He is a very good, genuinely caring friend.

In fact, he will protect you from any person, threatening your sleep. He will even convince Ghost to come back to you with new intel or orders just a bit later, or give them to Gaz, so that he can tell you everything later.

If you work together - he will try to help you with paperwork, so that you have more time to sleep between trainings and missions.

Romantic

Kyle has that face of the happiest, most proud man out there. It's you, the one, he has been dreaming about for so long, feeling so relaxed next to him. Not only he has you - he can make you so content, you smile, while napping on his shoulder.

His eyes are glued to your face. Nothing else matters in this very moment. It's impossible to distract him with anything.

Covers you with his jacket, always makes sure that you are warm and comfortable in his hands.

Loves to surprise you with something small, every time it happens and you wake up on his shoulder. If you two were in the park - Gaz will carefully pick a flower and tuck it in your hair. If it happened in a coffee shop - he will quietly order your favorite cupcake and move the plate towards you.

Lives for that smiles appearing on your lips in first moments after you wake up. Peppers your face with kisses. "Morning, sunshine!" (says it even if it's almost midnight, and he is about to drag you to the bedroom in a few minutes)

[owlisbuffering]

The Name Game

Yuu has taken to using whatever nickname comes to mind when talking to the TWST boys, most of them puns or references to pop culture from their home world that no one understands. No one is safe and it's getting out of hand. Selections include:

Grim: Grimlin, Grimothy, Grimotheus, Fire and Grimstone, Grim Burton, Grim and Tonic, Grim and Bear It, Tiny Grim

(Dorms after the cut)

Heartslabyul

or The House of Cards

Ace: Aces, Ace of Base, Arsenic and Old Ace, DumbAce, SmartAce, Aceassin, Ace-mmetry, Acemmetrical, Crappola, It's a Trap!pola, All About That Ace

Deuce: Deuce Goose, Loosey Deucey (that one was a mistake; immediate regret), Deuces Wild, Deuce on the Loose, What the Deuce, Pas de Deuce, Mother Deuce

Trey: Trey Table, Tea Trey, Muffin Man, Treytor Tot, Great ExpecTreytions, Treytrix Reloaded, Cloverfield, Treytor, Treylor Swift

Cater: C8r Boi, Cater to My Whims, Caterer, Whip and Cay Cay, Diamonds are Forever, Cater-ina, Diamond Jubilee, Kiss Me Cate-r

Riddle: Riddle Me This, McRiddle, Hey Riddle Riddle, Kissed by a Rosehearts, Meet Me in the Riddle, Riddleculous

Savanaclaw

or The Watering Hole

Leona: Leona 500, Lion Sleeps Tonight, Aweem Away, Cat Nap, Comatose, Rip Van Winkle, Lambert

Ruggie: Ruginald, Teach Me How to Ruggie, Rug Doctor, Artful Dodger,

Jack: Jack Be Nimble, Jack Sprat, Jack and the Beanstalk, House that Jack Built, Jumping Jack, Hungry Like the Wolf, Big Bad Wolf, Team Jacob

Octavinelle

or 3 Fish Mafia

Jade: Thing 1, Jaderade, Made in the Jade, Nephrite

Floyd: Thing 2, Vicegrip, Personal Space Invader, Pink Floyd

Azul: Tako Time, Tako Tuesday, Octillery

Scarabia

or The Cave of Wonders

Jamil: Snek, Danger Noodle, Hissy-fit, Peanut Butter and Jam-il

Kalim: Mr Golden Sun, Kalim Me Maybe

Pomefiore

or Sephora

Epel: Epel Juice, Epel-sauce, Epel Pie, Fizzgig, Stufful, Pancham, Sour Epel, Incred-Epel Hulk

Rook: Rook Nook, Rookery, Lumiere, Corvus Christi, Murkrow, Rookadoodle

Vil: Queen V, Beyoncé, Potato Queen,  Madame Peacock

Ignihyde

or Best Buy

Ortho: Orthopedic, Orthodontic, Mr. Roboto, Robotnik, XJ9, Jenny, How to Build a Better Boy

Idia: Ghost Rider, My Good Hotman, Shroud of Darkness, Your Most Lugubriousness

Diasomnia

or Shadow Castle

Sebek: How Doth the Little Crocodile, Coccodrillo, Schnappi, Spinal Tap (because his vol goes up to 11), Totodile

Silver: Sleeping Beauty, Narcolepsy, Poker Face, Woodland Whisperer, Snorlax, Sleeper Cell

Lilia: Lils, Batty, Batman, Stellaluna, Littlest Vampire, Gramps, Lil' Guy, Woobat, Team Edward

Malleus: Toothless, Drag-on, Falcor, Mushu, Spike, Dragon Tales, Malleable, Malnutrition, Malfeasance, Malodrama

[russellsppttemplates]

Let me love on you a little more (Charles Leclerc)

Sometimes, it felt like what you were doing was a drop in the immense ocean, but Charles always made you feel a little better when you had the chance to go home

Note: english is not my first language. I based this on the news and stories I heard from people on the front line! This is in no way romanticising or summing up what happened, much less downplaying it! I hold huge huge respect and gratitude for healthcare workers!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: Covid-19 pandemic and themes associated with reader being a front line worker as a doctor (mentions hospitals, tests, death)

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

"You can follow the purple line to the testing site we have here", you told the elderly woman.

"Is it going to hurt too much? My neighbour had to get tested to weeks ago when she visited her family and she said it's uncomfortable", she mused.

"It's a little itchy, I have to admit it, but it shouldn't hurt you, just a little bit uncomfortable, Mrs. Loire", you attempted to soothe her, your usual hand on the patients' arm now a strongly inadvisable way to comfort them.

"Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N", he said, her eyes letting you know that behind her mask there was a big smile on appreciation and gratitude.

Taking temperatures and checking flu like symptoms was not how you thought your medical career would pan out once you chose your speciality, but the new normal was this and you were working your best to do what you got into medicine to do in the first place, improve and save lives.

"How many people have you sent to the testing site?", your colleague Marina asked you when she noticed that for now, there were no walk-ins or ambulances with new patients.

"Just this morning, twenty-five", you sighed, "the closest I got to a potential non-Covid case was the kid that broke his arm, but Ortho swooped him right from me".

"Are you truly so disappointed about not being on an Orthopedics case?", she chuckled, "you hated everytime you had to be on that floor", she argued.

"I'd do anything that isn't watching people die because we don't have enough equipment or because we don't know enough about this disease to stop it", you let your frustrations out.

"We're going to win this, Y/N", Marina squeezed your shoulder, "you're usually the hopeful one on the service, but I can hope for the two of us today", she replied earnestly, "I'm going to have lunch now, do you want to go with me and sit on opposite tables so I can at least look at your face without a mask from a distance?".

"Let's go, I'm starving and I'm going up to the ward this afternoon", you raised your eyebrows, tidying up the station for whoever would cover the afternoon shift there.

As you walked to the area you had lunch in, you were happy to find the sun shinning outside on the green park area where you or the patients' family would take them to get fresh air when they were still admitted and recovering. It wasn't a thing now for obvious reasons, so you and Marina ended up in there keeping a safe distance while enjoying the feeling on the sun on your bare skin.

"Do you sometimes feel like you're losing all sense of time in there?", Marina nudged to the big building, "my mother's birthday was yesterday and I thought it was still a month away - she called me to say she had left a piece of cake for me by my door".

"Yesterday, Charles called me and told me he has going to wash my favourite hoodie of his and then wear it around the house so that by the time I came home it was nice and smelling the way I liked it. Then I reasoned with him that it wasn't this weekend because how could it be? Then I realised he was right", you took a spoonful from the tupperware.

"Are you spending the weekend at home?", Marina asked, smiling at how you seemed to finally be taking care of yourself.

You had been one of the doctors who didn't mind staying for longer in the hospital, reasoning that you didn't have kids and fortunately your family members didn't need assistance so you could cover more shifts and work as much to keep everything running smoothly. It caught up with you as it did with all your colleagues so you set specific times in your calendar where you would go home and, barring any catastrophic situation at the hospital, no one would call you for the days you spent home so you could fully relax with Charles.

"Yes, five days at home and then I'm back", you sighed, "and you? How is your little one doing?", you asked.

"My wife texted me an hour into my shift to say that Milo had a Skype call with his class and their teacher and he said his mama was in the hospital being a hero", she gave you a big smile and looked up to control the tears, "it's hard being away from them, but these little moments help", she added.

"Charles does streams with his friends, and apparently he's always mentioning me and the people on the chat have been very supportive - whenever he calls me he tells me that some fans recognise my voice and my name from the virtual appointments and that they've been here and treated by me, too", you blushed, "He's always hyping me up and I can't wait to be with him".

Stopping by the coffee machine, you both got another expresso shot before parting ways since Marina wasn't on the Covid ward for that shift.

"We've just intubated three more patients", the doctor finished her rounding up to you and the rest of the team that would take over for them, "beds five and six aren't looking good and we've alerted their family members already", he nudged.

Everyone knew what it meant when it came to calling the families, so you nodded, "hopefully they'll get here on time, have them page me downstairs when they arrive, please", you asked one of the interns before you excused yourself to put your personal protective equipment on.

"Is that you, Y/N?", one of the younger kids you had treated said as you got out of the room.

"Yes, it's me! You have a good eye, Arlo!", you smiled before noticing nurse Francesca pulling his wheelchair, "are you going home, sweet boy?", you gasped.

Arlo had been the first child you treated in the ward, only having seen adults up until that moment and it changed a switch in you. A small child struggling so much seemed to shake something inside you, and every time you called his parents with updates, you wished that you'd never have to make the dreaded call.

"I am, my lungs are all good and I'm not warm anymore!", he smiled, "I finally get to go home, my parents are downstairs waiting for me. Did you give Charles my thank you hug for the cap?", he asked.

When you noticed the little boy talking about the last Monaco GP and how he hoped one day he would be able to meet his favourite driver, Charles Leclerc, you couldn't find it in you to keep your relationship undisclosed. So, when you went home the last time, you asked Charles to sign one cap for you and told him to be ready for a FaceTime with the little boy. Arlo was the happiest you had seen him since he had been admitted, lighting up when he saw your boyfriend on the screen and giving him a few smiles despite his tired and sick state.

"I haven't been home yet, but I will give him the biggest hug at the end of the week!", you smiled, "I'm so happy for you, Arlo!", you gushed, making the gesture to blow him as kiss as he waved goodbye.

There were good stories, and even though they in no way erased the sad ones, they helped you carry on with the fight.

Laying on the on-call room after your shift, you took off your mask since no one else was allowed inside it other than you, doing your usual routine and setting your phone in the window sill.

"Hey, amour", Charles said on the phone, "how was your day?", he asked as he watched you towell dry your hair.

"Hey, mon coeur", you offered him a small smile, "I'm so tired I can't guarantee I won't fall asleep in a minute".

"It's okay, I won't mind. Did you get tested?", Charles asked as he seemed to be tucking himself to bed as well.

"Yes, another swab up my nose", you flashed him two thumbs up, "I'll have the results in the morning and hopefully I can get out of here for a few days and spend them with you and not quarantine in a hotel room", you crossed your fingers, "I don't have any symptoms, but still, you never know with this bastard".

"We'll spend it together, amour", he comforted, "I already have a lazy couple of days planned out for us", he smiled as you too tucked yourself on the oncall room bed.

"That sounds amazing", you closed your eyes briefly, "I can't wait to be with you", you yawned.

Charles knew better than to start anything important, just happy to see you were resting, safe and sound, making small talk to lull you to sleep before he ended the call.

After attending the virtual meeting so you could update the next team on how the service was running before you left, the results from test came back negative, which meant you could finally drive home.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside as you heard commotion coming from the living room, "stay away while I put all of this in the cabinet", you warned Charles.

He was quick to go to the bedroom, getting his hoodie and a pair of shorts for you, "as much as I'd love to hold you all day looking like that", your boyfriend nodded to your figure in just underwear, "I think you'll be more cosy in these", he approached you as you finally let him touch you, his arms going around your waist and pulling your bodies closer, "I've missed you so much, Y/N", he whispered.

"I missed you so much, too", you pulled your face away from his chest before kissing his lips in a proper greeting.

Charles guided you to the living room after you got dressed in his clothes, stopping by the kitchen door to check if you had a proper breakfast to which you said yes, so he took you to the sofa, snuggling you two under the blanket as he put one of your favourite shows on the TV.

"I love you, Charles", you would say every now and again, completing the affectionate moments with a kiss or a squeeze.

During the afternoon, you and Charles ended up napping on the sofa, Charles waking up with you still fast asleep on his chest, making him kiss your forehead a couple of times and pull the blanket to cover you up.

"How long was I out for?", you rubbed your eyes two hours later, looking up to see your boyfriend's smile.

"A couple of hours, it looked like a really good nap", he kissed your nose.

"Yes, it was", you squeezed his body, "I'm really craving some carbonara for dinner, do you think we have what the recipe needs?", you questioned.

"We do - I did the food shop earlier this week and I got all of the supplies", he smiled, brushing your hairs away from your eyes and behind your ears, "do you want to get started on it?".

"Yes - I need to pee first, but I'll meet you in the kitchen", you winked, pecking his lips multiple times before getting up.

As he watched you walk to the bathroom, thoughts came flooding in.

This is what he wanted with you. Cosy intimacy that went beyond what happened in the bedroom. The domesticity that went beyond just spending time together and that shines through in the little moments of intertwined routines, special requests and little talks in the middle of the night about random existential questions.

Stepping into the kitchen, Charles gathered the ingredients, pots and pans before you stepped inside too, hugging his waist and nuzzling your face on his back, "you're so comfy, Charlie", you cooed before he turned around so he could face you, cupping your cheeks and rubbing them.

"And you're so gorgeous, mon coeur", he complimented, making you melt inside as you focused on the pads of his thumbs against your skin.

Slicing the guanciale, you removed the rind and cut the rest into small pieces while Charles grated the pecorino cheese and added the egg yolks to the same bowl, the pasta already cooking with the timer on the side.

Scrambling everything into the pot one last time before adding the pasta water a little bit at a time until it was spot on as you liked, making you serve it up in the plates and head back to the sofa.

"Haven't you had enough of the sofa?", you giggled as Charles let you sit before he placed the tray on your lap, doing the same with his own, "I know I haven't had the energy for much else, but maybe tomorrow we can go hike if you'd like", you suggested.

"I want to spend time with you, wherever you are - you're in the sofa, I'm in the sofa, you're in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, if you're in the bathroom, I'm in the bathroom", he stated like it was clear as water.

"Maybe not when I'm in the toilet, though, okay?", you squinted as he laughed at your antics.

Charles tidied up after the both of you, sending you to the ensuite bathroom for a bath he'd join you in as soon as he was done.

"You didn't get in?", Charles slumped his shoulders slightly as he saw you sprawled out on the bed.

"I was partially in a food coma, but also - I didn't want to get in alone and the water was a little too hot so I had to let it cool for a bit", you smiled, letting him pull you up and into the bathroom.

Stepping inside the bathroom, Charles grabbed your hips, "let me love on you a little bit more, mon coeur", he said as he pulled you to him, grabbing the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and taking it off of your torso, kissing the skin on your shoulders.

As he stopped his ministrations on your skin, you took the opportunity to take his t-shirt off while you shimmied your shorts and underwear, caressing his muscles before he also took the rest of his clothes off.

"Feels good", Charles dipped his fingers in the tub, getting in himself so he could help you sit between his legs and lay your back on his chest.

Your boyfriend brought his hands together and formed a shell shape with them, collecting water in them and wetting your shoulder blades, then letting it cascade down your neckline, boobs and tummy before he let his hands wander around to feel your body, hoping it would show you his love and appreciation for you.

After you got out, Charles rubbed your products on your face, giggling when you made little faces before you put on pyjamas, tucking into bed and cuddling his chest.

"You know I've missed you so much, but our bed feels heavenly right now", you chuckled, kissing his naked chest, "I love you, Charles", you mumbled before sleep took over you.

"I love you, beautiful girl, sleep tight", he whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head before he rubbed your back.

Charles was woken up from your body moving a lot and the clammy feeling of your hand on his chest, looking for your face and noticing the crease on your forehead, "hey, amour", he gently shook you awake, "wake up for me, please, it's okay, you're okay", he urged as you opened your eyes wide as you took in where you were.

"I'm home, I'm home", you mumbled, taking deep breaths like Charles encouraged you to once you sat up, doing them with you a couple of times until you calmed down.

"You are, mon coeur, you are", Charles kissed your forehead when you rested your back against the headboard.

After standing there in silence while Charles played with your fingers on your lap, you were able to speak about it, "I hit five this week", you mumbled, "five people who have died on my watch since this thing started, five family members I've had to call to tell them their loved one didn't make it.

"And it's a small number when you compare it to other countries - so many colleagues are already on their one hundredth, but Monaco is so small", you reasoned, "I haven't had a number this high since I started at the hospital - in my regular service, I never lost five people".

"It's not your fault, amour - a virus is out there and you're working so hard to contain it", Charles pulled you to his chest, rubbing your arm up and down and kissing the side of your head, "the work you're doing with the testing site, making sure to slow the spread and ensuring everyone is as healthy as they can be - you're part of that, Y/N, and even though it doesn't seem like it, you're still winning, you're still beating the universe".

"I couldn't do it without you", you mused and Charles' scoff alerted you, "it's true, Charles! I would never be able to stay at the hospital for so long if you weren't supportive, if you weren't helping my parents and making sure they're doing okay when I can't do it! The way you support me and are there for me - the way your holding me like you always do", you snuggled further into him, "this helps me keep going - you do", you kissed his jaw, seeing his blushed cheeks in the dimly lit bedroom.

"We're a good team then", he accepted the compliment, kissing your temple again, "do you think you can go back to sleep or maybe we could have a chat, watch some TV, have a lazy makeout session", he wiggled his eyebrows.

"That last idea sounds great, I've missed that", you rolled over properly, taking his lips in yours as his hands roamed along your tummy.

[alotofpockets]

Waiting room | Leighton Murray

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Prompt: "I'm at the hospital."

Warnings: Car crash (Leighton's parents), injuries, hospitals, operations, and lmk if I need to add more!

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1k

Leighton loved going to Sips while you were at work. She would sit there for hours just doing her homework, or watch something on her phone, to be in your presence. Today, she was working on her homework, glancing your way every now and again. It wasn't too busy, so you started cleaning the counters. You heard a phone ring and looked up to see it was Leighton's.

“Hi Nico.” She says as she answers the phone. Your girlfriend tenses up. “Nico, what's wrong?” You walk her way as she drops her phone on the table, her body trembling. “Hey, what's wrong, baby?” You ask, crouching down besides her. A tear rolls down her cheek. “Leighton? Leighton, are you there?” You hear from her phone. 

“Hey Nico, it's y/n.” You say as you put her phone to your ear. “I'm at the hospital.” You stand up and step to the side as Leighton starts hurriedly shoving her books into her bag. “What happened, are you okay?” You hear the worry in his voice. “It's our parents, they were in an accident. I don't know anything yet, they are still assessing them.” You try to stay calm for the Murray siblings. “Okay, we will be there as soon as possible.” 

You tell Leighton to stay put as you head to the back to grab your bag. “Lila, I will explain later but I need to leave right now, family emergency.” You're back by Leighton's side before Lila could answer. “Come on, I'll drive.” 

The silent ride to the hospital seemed to last forever. When you parked the car you were quick to make your way to the ER waiting room, where you found Nico. Leighton fell into his arms before slumping down in one of the seats. “Any news?” You ask as you give him a hug too. “Nothing yet, the doctors said they would tell me as soon as they got an update.” 

Just as you sat down with Leighton a doctor came walking up to you. “Hi, is this the rest of the family?” The doctor asks. Nico nods quickly, wanting the doctor to tell them what was going on. “So, your parents were brought in by the paramedics after a collision between a few cars. Both Henry and Mimi suffered some injuries, I will start with Mimi. She broke her collarbone, and has some cuts and scrapes, besides that she also has a concussion. The trauma team is currently with her working in the collarbone. She is unconscious at the moment from the heavy sedation the paramedics had to give on site. We will be able to tell more about her concussion as soon as she wakes up.” You are all nodding along as he speaks, holding on to each other as you receive the news. “Henry, was driving, and got the bigger hit. His legs were pinned, the orthopedics team is operating on him as we speak. I will update you once we know more.” 

The three of you sat down again. You held Leightons hand to bring her the slightest bit of comfort, as she leaned against Nico's shoulder. Over the next few hours the doctors came with small updates, ‘Mimi's collarbone would heal on its own’ and ‘They are still working on Henry in surgery.’ It was getting late, and neither one of you had eaten anything for hours. “We should eat something. I'll go down to the cafeteria to get us something, call me if you need anything okay?” 

When you got back Leighton had fallen asleep on Nico's shoulder. You decide to let her sleep, and set her food and drink to the side. Nico thanks you for the food and eats it in silence. About half an hour later the doctor comes your way with another update. “I have good news.” You wake Leighton. “Hey, baby, wake up. The doctor says he has good news.” She sits up right away. The doctor smiles and continues. “ Henry is out of surgery, he is in the recovery room now. We will move him to the room with Mimi shortly. Speaking of Mimi, she is awake and her neuro check up was clean. We will monitor both of them closely but they should both make a full recovery.” Leighton leans into you for comfort, you wrap your arm around her and pull her close. “If you’ll follow me, I will take you to Mimi’s room, we will transfer Henry to the same room shortly.”

“Mom!” Both Murray siblings say as they run to her side. You hang back, letting them have a moment with their mom. You carefully place the bags, coats, and food on the small counter. “How’s your father?” She asks Nico. “He is going to be okay. They said he just got out of surgery, and will be moved to this room shortly. Once Leighton and Nico sit down, Mimi looks up at you, “Come here, darling.” You walk to her bedside, she immediately takes your hand in her own. “Thank you for taking care of my babies.” You smile at her, “Of course, and if there is anything you need, let me know.” Your conversation gets interrupted by the doctors wheeling Henry’s bed into the room. “Dad!” The siblings said in unison again. 

It was getting late, both parents had to stay overnight, and you weren’t allowed to stay. So, you drove Leighton home. Nico had driven there himself, so he went home in his own car. The rest of the evening you spend in bed with Leighton, her cuddled up in your arms as you held her tight. Placing soft kisses to her head, until she fell asleep. The next morning you drove both Leighton and Nico to the hospital for visiting hour. You could tell that both Henry and Mimi had gained back some energy, which was a good sign. The doctors assure you that they will make a full recovery, which was a relief for the family. 

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[tortiefrancis]

Happy disability pride month! I decided to draw some disabled Barbies, most, if not all, from the fashionista line!

note: I'm not fluent in Brazilian Sign Language, please let me know if I messed this up in any way!!

[ ID: a digital, stylized drawing of five women sitting around a brown table and talking to each other. The background is transparent, and there's some shading. The women are, from left to right:

A woman a wheelchair and has dark skin, black eyes and long, coily, black hair, and wears pink heart glasses and a short, sleek, rainbow striped dress. Then, a woman with Down Syndrome with tanned skin, hazel eyes and long, wavy, blonde hair, and wears a white dress puffy sleeves, pink, yellow and purple flowers, a pink necklace and pink orthopedic shoes. They both smile.

Then, a Deaf woman with pale skin, green eyes and long, straight, red-ish brown hair in a high ponytail, and wears hot pink hearing aids, a short, black dress with a white collar and hot pink, white and purple flowers and dark hot pink shoes. She does the sign for bus in Brazilian Sign Language, her two hands close to her chest, curved inwards, then going forward, breaking apart, like a bus door opening.

Next to her is a woman with vitiligo with dark skin, dark brown eyes and long, dark brown, coily hair in a large bun, wearing a long, pink, yellow and white striped dress and white shoes. Finally, a woman with alopecia with medium tone skin, brown eyes and no hair, wearing a hot pink dress with puffy sleeves and purple flowers, golden hoop earrings and white shoes. They both have neutral expressions. /End id ]

[ricciardosheart]

A Night in Italy - Toto Wolff.

warning - fluff fluff nothing much, I don't think so, I mean it's a toto wolff fanfic

summary - just a beautiful exchange between a girl name hannah and Toto, how he becomes from a stranger to a familiar stranger, it beautiful

P.S - guys I want to make this a series, please let me know if I can make it better, not proofread

In the heart of Florence, where ancient wonders and modern delights coexisted harmoniously, two souls found themselves drawn together by fate. Toto, a charismatic and adventurous man with a deep passion for cars and motorsports, had always been fascinated by the bustling cafés of Italy. One summer evening, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the cobblestone streets, he found himself wandering into a charming café.

As Toto entered the cozy establishment, he couldn't help but notice a captivating figure sitting alone at a corner table. Her name was Hannah, an accomplished orthopedic surgeon, her presence exuding intelligence and grace. She was engrossed in a book, seemingly unaware of the world around her.

Something inside Toto stirred as he watched her, and he knew he couldn't resist the urge to speak to her. With a deep breath, he approached her table, feeling both nervous and excited. "Excuse me," he said, his voice gentle yet filled with warmth, "I hope I'm not intruding, but I couldn't help but notice you from across the café. Would you mind if I join you for a moment?"

Hannah looked up, her eyes meeting Toto's with a hint of surprise. She hesitated for a brief moment, but the sincerity in his eyes made her feel strangely at ease. "Sure," she replied with a smile, gesturing to the chair across from her.

Toto took the seat gratefully, introducing himself to Hannah. The conversation between them flowed effortlessly, as if they were old friends catching up after a long time apart. They spoke about their shared passion for cars and motorsports, exchanging stories about their favorite racing events and drivers. Toto, with his vast knowledge of automotive engineering, fascinated Hannah, and she, in turn, captivated him with her dedication to her profession and her insights into the world of medicine.

As the evening progressed, the café slowly filled with the soft glow of sunset, bathing the surroundings in a warm, romantic light. Hannah checked the time on her watch, realizing that she had spent several hours talking to this friendly stranger named Toto. "I should be heading home," she said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "It's getting late, and I have an early start at the hospital tomorrow."

Toto understood the practicality of her decision, but he couldn't bear the thought of saying goodbye just yet. "I completely understand, Hannah," he said softly, "but what if we continued this delightful evening with dinner? There's a wonderful trattoria nearby, and I promise it'll be worth your time."

Hannah was taken aback by the invitation. Normally, she would be cautious about such spontaneity, but something about Toto's presence made her want to step out of her comfort zone. "Alright," she agreed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "one more adventure for the night."

They made their way through the charming streets of Florence, the city's history and romance surrounding them as they walked side by side. The trattoria Toto had recommended was a quaint and intimate place, perfect for an unforgettable evening.

Over a delicious dinner, they continued their conversation, delving deeper into their lives, hopes, and dreams. As the night wore on, they laughed freely and shared stories that left them feeling like kindred spirits. Each moment spent together seemed to strengthen the connection between them, weaving an unbreakable bond that neither of them could fully comprehend.

Bottles of wine were brought to their table, and as the hours slipped away unnoticed, they lost track of time. The wine served as a catalyst for their candid conversations, allowing them to reveal their vulnerabilities and aspirations without hesitation.

Hannah couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of comfort in Toto's company. He was a stranger just hours ago, yet now, she felt as if she had known him for a lifetime. The walls she had built around her heart, hardened by the demands of her profession, began to crumble under the weight of this inexplicable connection.

As the clock approached 3 am, the realization that they had been lost in each other's presence all night hit them. Hannah's heart was filled with a mix of emotions she couldn't fully comprehend. She had fallen for this familiar stranger, and it scared and excited her in equal measure.

Toto, too, was smitten by Hannah's intellect, compassion, and adventurous spirit. The ease with which they connected and the way they understood each other felt like a once-in-a-lifetime encounter.

With the night coming to a close, Toto walked Hannah back to her car, the silence between them filled with the unspoken emotions that lay heavy in the air. As they stood under the moonlight, a soft breeze carrying the scent of flowers, they found themselves embracing, their hearts racing in sync.

"Hannah," Toto began, his voice gentle and earnest, "from the moment I saw you at that café, I knew there was something extraordinary about you. I've never felt such an instant connection with anyone before. I know we just met, but I can't ignore what I feel."

Hannah looked into Toto's eyes, her heart fluttering as she realized she felt the same way. "Toto, this is all so unexpected, but I can't deny that there's something between us. I've never met someone who understands me so completely. It's like we've known each other for ages."

Toto smiled, his eyes shining with affection. "I don't want this night to be the end of our story, Hannah. Can I see you again?"

Hannah's heart swelled with happiness as she replied, "Yes, I'd like that very much. Let's exchange numbers and find a way to meet again."

And so, they exchanged contact information, each feeling a sense of excitement and hope for what the future held. As they parted ways that night, their hearts felt lighter, knowing that something magical had unfolded between them.

In the days that followed, Toto and Hannah continued their conversations, growing closer with each passing moment. They found themselves making time for each other despite their demanding schedules, eager to explore the depths of their connection.

They shared countless adventures in the picturesque streets of Italy, embarking on road trips to the countryside and wandering through historical landmarks hand in hand. The bond between them deepened, and their love blossomed amidst the timeless beauty of Italy.

As summer turned to autumn and autumn to winter, their love story thrived, with each season marking a new chapter in their lives. Hannah found herself opening up to love in ways she never thought possible, and Toto discovered a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.

On a crisp winter's evening, Toto took Hannah to a secluded spot overlooking the city of Florence, where the lights twinkled like stars in the night sky. Under the shimmering moonlight, he got down on one knee, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Hannah," Toto said, his voice filled with emotion, "you've brought so much joy and meaning into my life. With you, I've found a love I never knew was possible. You've become the light of my world, and I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the great honor of being my partner in this beautiful journey called life?"

Tears glistened in Hannah's eyes as she looked into Toto's earnest gaze. Her heart felt full, and she knew that this love was unlike anything she had ever known. "Yes, Toto," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I love you, and I would be honored to share my life with you."

Their love story continued to unfold, a tale of two hearts finding solace and joy in each other's love. Together, they faced life's challenges with unwavering support, cherishing every moment they spent in each other's arms.

In the heart of Italy, amidst the ancient wonders and the modern delights, Toto and Hannah had found a love that transcended time and place. Their love story became a testament to the magic of destiny and the power of connection, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary love stories begin with a chance encounter in a café on a summer evening in Italy.

[aughby]

A Love Reawakened

The hardest decision you'd ever made was to break up with Yuki Ishikawa two years ago. Both of your aspirations and your affection for one another had been quite strong. You were quickly becoming one of the best orthopedic physicians in the nation, and Yuki was at the height of his volleyball career. There wasn't much time for a relationship between you because of your work commitments, especially since Yuki's growing notoriety demanded ongoing secrecy. You both made the decision to let go of one another and concentrate on your aspirations after many heartbreaking evenings and challenging talks.

You buried the memories of your time together deep in your job, yet they persisted like a shadow over your heart. Your hectic routine helped you forget about the pain you felt every time you thought of Yuki, and the hospital ended up being your second home.

One day, a nurse came knocking on your door and peeped in as you were going over patient files in your office

"Doctor, one of the national team volleyball players is a new patient with a sprained ankle. There's a little buzz in the department because he's fairly famous," she smiled. And guess what? You have been assigned to him! "

You gave a courteous grin, accustomed to your coworkers being enthused about their famous patients. "All right, I'll handle it. I appreciate you telling me this.

The nurse couldn't help but say, "Oh, and Doctor, he's really handsome," as she handed you the file. You should probably get ready.

You laughed softly, shaking your head as the nurse left. You’d treated plenty of athletes before; this would be no different.

As the nurse walked out, you shook your head and laughed quietly. This would be no different from the many athletes you had previously treated.

However, your heart stopped when you opened the file and saw the patient's name on the chart.

Ishikawa Yuki.

For an instant, the room appeared to tilt as recollections of his smile, laughter, and his ability to cradle you after a demanding day came flooding back. It had been two years since you had seen or spoken to him, so when he returned to your life, you weren't sure if you were prepared for it.

You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and made your way to the examination room. As you strolled down the hallways, attempting to quiet the storm inside your chest, the hospital's normal buzz seemed louder and the fluorescent lights harsher.

Yuki was sitting on the examination table with his long legs hanging over the edge when you eventually opened the door. His eyes widened in disbelief as soon as he looked up from his phone, which had him hunched down.

For a minute, you stood motionless, and you could feel the discomfort between you. Under that stiffness, though, was the warmth you knew so well, the connection that never really vanished.

You said, "Yuki," sounding more composed than you actually were.

With a voice that was equal parts surprised and something else, something that made your heart skip a beat, he answered, "(Y/N)."

There was a long pause, and then you pushed yourself to move forward and adopt your formal demeanor. "You've sprained your ankle, then?" In an attempt to deflect the intensity of his stare, you asked, opening his file once again.

Yuki nodded while maintaining eye contact with you. Yes, it did occur yesterday during practice. They claimed that while it's not that bad, it's still best to be safe.

You looked at his ankle and nodded, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. Under your palms, his leg felt strong and familiar, and you had to keep your eyes on the task at hand lest the memories sabotage you.

Yuki observed you intently and said, "So, you're an orthopedic surgeon now." "I had no doubt you would succeed."

A tiny smile tugged at your lips despite the stress as you peered up at him. "And you continue to play volleyball. You'd succeed too, I always knew it.

You placed the bandage over his ankle, and there was another stillness between you. Although there wasn't much of a physical space between you, there felt to be a great emotional gap.

Yuki spoke up right away as you were done. "Do you ever think about us? About what we had?"

You were taken aback by his inquiry and gazed up at him, your heart racing. "Yuki, I.."

A handful of your coworkers came through the door of the examination room and started talking excitedly before you could reply.

"Doctor! How is our star athlete faring?" Ignoring the tension in the room, one of them questioned.

You took a short, deep breath and moved away from Yuki. "He will be alright. Only a slight sprain."

Your coworkers started swooning over Yuki, asking him questions and requesting signatures. You observed discreetly from the side, and the uneasiness came back. You wanted them to remain in the dark about your history with Yuki.

Still, Yuki's gaze kept returning to you while he signed autographs and answered their inquiries. He wasn't merely a patient, and this wasn't your typical check-up; it was evident by the look on their faces.

Upon the departure of your colleagues, Yuki faced you again with a serious gaze. "We must talk."

You looked at the door and paused. "Yuki, this isn't the right place or time."

He broke off, his voice gentle but firm, "Please. Please pay attention to what I'm saying."

Your resolve wavering, you let out a sigh. It was inevitable that you would have to have this conversation. "Alright. Let's talk"

You took him to a more private area of the hospital, out of sight of curious onlookers. You could feel the tension between you, yet you could also still feel the lingering love.

The first to speak was Yuki. "Over the past two years, I've given you a lot of thought. I had hoped to move on and concentrate on my work, but no matter how hard I tried, I can't help but think about us."

His words overcame you with a surge of feeling that you had been trying to suppress. "Yuki, we made a deal to part ways. For our futures, for our careers. That was the appropriate course of action."

"Was it?" He moved in closer and questioned. "Because it doesn't seem to have been."

You turned away, the sorrow from the past surging to the surface. "We made sacrifices together, Yuki. We had to. But that does not imply it was simple."

He reached out and softly cupped your cheek, compelling you to meet his gaze. "I understand. But seeing you again has made me realize how much I still care for you. "How much I still love you."

Your heart wrenched at his words; the feelings were too strong to ignore. "Yuki, I—"

Before you could finish, your phone buzzed in your pocket, interrupting the moment. You glanced at it and saw a message from a coworker regarding an emergency surgery. Duty called, and you knew you couldn't deny it.

You nervously said, "I have to go," and moved away from him. "There's an emergency."

Knowing but looking genuinely unhappy, Yuki nodded. "Your work is important. I understand that."

You said, pausing briefly before continuing, "Yuki, perhaps our paths aren't meant to cross." Maybe, as we discussed, we ought to concentrate on our professions."

Though his eyes were sad, his face tensed slightly. "Perhaps. But I can't help but think that we're passing on a fantastic opportunity."

The weight of his remarks hung in the air, and you had nothing to say in response. Your colleague called again before you could finish, pressuring you to get moving.

With a resigned tone, Yuki responded, "I'll be fine." "Go do what needs to be done."

With a heavy heart, you shot him one more glance before turning and leaving. You couldn't get rid of the notion, though, that fate had brought you back together for a reason, even as you ran down the corridor.

Yuki's sprain had healed after two weeks, and you hadn't seen him since that hospital day. You lost yourself in your work, attempting to ignore the things he had said and the expression in his eyes. However, despite your best efforts, you were unable to let him go from your thoughts.

After a difficult day at the hospital, you got a call one evening from an unfamiliar number. When you heard Yuki's voice on the other end, you hesitated before responding, your pulse palpitating a little.

"(Y/N)," he said in a quiet yet resolute tone. "I must see you, please. Please.

For a little period, you remained silent as the feelings you had been trying to control surfaced. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Yuki."

"Please," he said again, sounding almost imploring. Please pay attention to what I have to say. I swear not to hog too much of your time.

You agreed to meet him against your better judgment. It was impossible to ignore the part of you that was asking and anxious to hear what he had to say.

You had met him in a small, out-of-the-way café. When you got there, Yuki was waiting for you, looking as good as usual, but there was something serious about his demeanor that made your heart tighten.

As you took a seat across from him, a lot of words remained unsaid in the ensuing stillness. Yuki finally said something.

He started calmly, "I've been thinking a lot about what you said"—about our professional paths and our decision to part ways. However, I've also been reflecting on my feelings upon seeing you once more. I came to the realization that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life pondering over what might have been.

You forcefully swallowed as his words resonated deeply with you. The weight of his earnestness started to undermine the resolve you had worked so hard to develop over the previous two years.

You began to say, "Yuki," but he gently interrupted you by holding up a hand.

He continued, "Please, let me finish," his earnest gaze meeting yours and causing your breath to catch. "I am aware that at the time we made a choice. We believed that concentrating on our careers was the best course of action. But supposing we were mistaken? What if, despite its difficulties, being together is the right thing to do?"

His comments lingered in the atmosphere, causing feelings you had been suppressing for a while to arise. You had persuaded yourself that it was better for Yuki to go and that it was the right decision. But while you sat there and listened to him speak, you were forced to face the fact that you still loved him and that your feelings hadn't grown stale. Beneath the surface, if anything, it had simply gotten stronger.

You said, "I never stopped loving you," your voice faltering under the weight of the statement. But I didn't want to impede your progress. Your career is the culmination of all your hard work. You couldn't have fulfilled your potential because of me.

With a gentle voice, Yuki answered, "And I couldn't stand the thought of holding you back from your dreams either." But what if we're able to get both? What if we could pursue our dreams together? "

You shook your head, your rational side opposing your feelings. "Yuki, it's not that easy. Our lifestyles today are very dissimilar. You go all around the world for games and training, and I'm always on call. How can we make it function?"

Yuki reached over the table and grasped your hand. Your spine tingled from the warmth of his touch, and you realized how much you had missed him.

With a determined tone, he said, "I'm willing to try." "If you're willing to fight for us, then so am I."

You were struck dumb by the intensity of his remarks. Yuki had always been the type of person who put their best into everything they did and fought for what they believed in. And now he was assuring you that, in spite of everything, he was prepared to put the same amount of work into your relationship.

Gazing upon your clasped hands, you felt a whirlwind of contradicting feelings within. You desired to accept him, to abandon caution, and to spend time with him. But you were kept back by your dread of failing and of getting hurt again.

What happens if it fails? You uttered a barely heard whisper. "What if we give it a shot and it fails? I doubt I could endure that all over again.

Yuki gave you a gentle grip while maintaining a steady stare. "What if it succeeds? What happens if we manage to make it work and become happier than we ever imagined? Does that not justify the risk?"

You looked into his eyes and saw the love, the optimism, and the steadfast faith that you could work things out. It dawned on you then that you wanted to take that chance in spite of all the difficulties and your anxieties. Just as he was prepared to battle for you, you wanted to be with Yuki and fight for your love.

You nodded, tears gathering in your eyes as a tiny smile pulled at the corners of your lips. Alright, Yuki. Let's give it a shot. Let's defend each other.

His face lit up with relief and gladness, making your heart skip a beat. He leaned over the table and planted a soft, tender kiss on your lips that pushed everything else aside. It felt like going home to be with the two of you in that moment, reunited after a long time apart.

Yuki laid his forehead against yours as you withdrew, his breath warm across your skin. He muttered, "We'll take it one day at a time." "But together, we'll face it in any circumstance."

With a sense of calm that you hadn't had in years, you nodded. You echoed, "Together," knowing that you were prepared to face whatever lay ahead with him by your side.

And with that, a new chapter in your lives began, one that would be full of obstacles and doubts but also love, hope, and the conviction that you two could conquer anything.

You and Yuki had decided to give your relationship another go two months ago. It wasn't easy—you still had busy schedules, and with Yuki's growing renown, maintaining secret was even more important. However, in spite of the difficulties, your love for one another deepened, and you managed to find time for one another.

Yuki used to slip away to visit you on the weekends when he didn't have a game. He would usually bring food and spend calm evenings at your place. You would enjoy each other's company, watch movies, or just chat about your days. Those times felt like a haven from the outside world, a place where you were safe from the demands of your jobs.

But the longer you dated, the more difficult it was to hide your relationship. When your hospital coworkers saw how frequently Yuki visited, some began to suspect there was more going on than just his being a lovely celebrity.

You were having a cup of coffee in the staff lounge one day, attempting to relax after an especially demanding shift. Several of your coworkers were speaking animatedly at an adjacent table.

"Have you heard?" One of them said, "Yuki Ishikawa was spotted near the hospital again yesterday," her eyes brimming with delight.

Another said, "Yeah, he's been coming around a lot lately." "Perhaps he has a crush on one of the medical professionals here."

You tried to concentrate on your coffee, but you couldn't help but listen to the chat. Your heart raced, wondering if they were going to uncover the truth.

With a secretive tone, a third colleague added, "I bet it's Doctor (Y/N)." "She seems to be here whenever he is, and she has been acting strangely lately."

With the coffee cup halfway to your lips, you froze. They were approaching the truth too closely.

One of them turned to you and smiled tauntingly before you could sneak out of the lounge. Hey Dr., are you aware of the reason behind Yuki Ishikawa's frequent visits to this location? Perhaps he has a crush on one of us in secret!"

Attempting to maintain your calm, you compelled a chuckle. "I'm not sure. Perhaps he just enjoys the cuisine from the hospital cafeteria.

They chuckled, but it was clear they weren't really sold. As soon as you could, you excused yourself and withdrew to your office to gather your thoughts. It was getting harder and harder to keep the secret, and you knew it was only a matter of time until someone figured it out.

When Yuki arrived that evening, you informed him what had transpired at the hospital. With a contemplative look, he listened quietly.

"We were aware that this would occur eventually," he remarked, grasping your hand. However, I don't want you to feel as though you must hide from me.

You squeezed his hand in response and said, "It's not just that." "I'm concerned about the response, particularly from your supporters. They have the potential to be intense.

Yuki nodded, sensing the fear that was not expressed. "I am aware. However, we cannot continue to live in constant fear of the opinions of others. We must be truthful with each other and with ourselves if we want this to work.

His advice seemed sensible, but it was daunting to consider telling the world about your connection. You had witnessed the public's harshness, particularly in the personal lives of celebrities.

However, Yuki was correct. You could never remain in hiding.

A few days later, there was a lot of excitement in the hospital because Yuki's team was about to play a major match in the city. You and several of your coworkers were preparing to attend the much anticipated match. As you used to do before your lives diverged, you had assured Yuki that you would be there to support him.

As the teams took the court, the arena was filled with excited spectators. As you saw from the grandstands, your chest filled with pride. Yuki performed with his customary elegance and strength. His single dive, block, and spike served as a constant reminder of why he was among the finest in the world.

But despite your support for him, the anxiety that had been mounting all day persisted. The anticipation was almost unbearable because you knew what was about to happen.

Yuki came over to where you were sitting in the grandstand after the match, which his team won in an exciting five-set showdown. Many of your coworkers were still yelling his name and holding up signs as they were still giddy with enthusiasm.

With a smile on his face reserved just for you, Yuki glanced up at you. You were shocked when he motioned for you to descend to the court.

You took a moment to gather yourself before heading down the stairs, and your coworkers turned to stare at you in disbelief. As you got closer to him, the arena seemed to get quieter as the audience gradually became aware of this.

Yuki seized your hand and pulled you into a soft embrace as soon as you got to him. The crowd let out gasps and whispers in response to the modest yet impactful gesture.

Then Yuki gave you a kiss, which was unexpected. He kissed you tenderly and deeply, making it clear that you were in a relationship right there in front of everyone.

A mixture of applause, gasps, and startled quiet filled the arena. Breathless and overwhelmed, you pushed back, but Yuki's assurance was evident in her expression. He was pleased to declare to the world that you were the one he loved, and he wasn't embarrassed or concerned about what others would think.

Looking around, you noticed that the crowd was responding in a variety of ways. It no longer mattered whether the fans were applauding or shocked. It was important that you and Yuki stopped hiding and acting as though your love didn't exist.

Later, once the first shock subsided, you were approached by your coworkers, who looked at you with a mixture of amazement and interest.

"You and Yuki, Doctor? Still attempting to take in what they had just witnessed, one of them questioned.

With a slight smile on your lips, you nodded. Yes, Yuki and I are in the same place.

The questions came quickly, but you gave sincere answers, feeling pleased to finally discuss your relationship. With his arm around your waist, Yuki joined you as you both faced the inquisitive looks and animated murmurs.

Over the course of the evening, the initial shock gave way to acceptance and, ultimately, support. Not only did your coworkers congratulate you, but some of Yuki's supporters who had gathered outside the arena also expressed their happiness for you both.

You knew that you and Yuki were stronger together, even though it wasn't the simplest route and there would definitely be difficulties along the way. There will be no more hiding or secrets—just the two of you face the world together.

You also had a sense of contentment and serenity that you hadn't experienced in years as you walked out of the arena that evening with Yuki by your side. You knew that choosing this life was the right one, even with all of its risks.

You two could conquer anything.

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Mirror Image

Premise: Sienna realizes her son is more like his father than she’s comfortable with.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x M!OC (Max Valentine); feat. Noah Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 740

A/N: This fic is from an ask by @jerzwriter, no.20 from this list of kiss prompts.

As a pediatrician, Sienna Valentine (née Trinh) had seen her fair share of scrapes and broken bones. She often reassured the parents of her young patients that children were resilient and that minor injuries were part and parcel of growing up.

However, when the injured child was her own, she found it hard to remain quite so laissez-faire.

Sienna still vividly remembered the day at the playground six weeks ago. She took her eyes off Noah for just five seconds when she heard his scream. Her heart stopped in panic at the loud thud as he fell off the jungle gym, landing awkwardly on his arm.

Now, as she watched the orthopedic surgeon remove the colorful cast, she held her breath, hoping her little man’s wrist had healed properly.

As if sensing her apprehension, Max reached for her hand and squeezed her fingers in comfort. The tension left her shoulders, and she leaned back against him.

She supposed she should be used to this by now. Her husband was no stranger to broken bones, scrapes and sprains. Only after she had asked Max to stop putting her through the stress had he curtailed his more adventurous activities.

Now, their son was following in his father’s footsteps. If there was a monkey bar, he had to climb it. The faster he could ride his bike, the happier he was. Lately, he’d gotten into skateboarding and spent hours looking up moves and tricks on YouTube to practice later.

Now that it was summer vacation, he was itching to head out to a skate park with his friends. A broken wrist had only slowed Noah down, not deterred him. Like another Valentine male she loved.

The orthopedic surgeon carefully cut away the final piece of the cast and gently rotated Noah’s hand, examining the newly freed limb, which was pale from being covered for so long.

“Looks good,” the surgeon said reassuringly, looking over his shoulder at Sienna and Max. "He’ll have a tiny scar, but the bone has healed nicely. Noah, can you try moving your fingers and wrist for me?"

With wide eyes and a mixture of apprehension and excitement, Noah began to wiggle his fingers. Slowly, he flexed his wrist back and forth.

“Does it hurt?” Sienna asked, her voice full of motherly concern.

Noah shook his head, a big smile lighting up his face. “Nope, it feels good. Look, Dad, I’ve got a scar on my hand, just like you!”

Sienna rolled her eyes as Max leaned in closer, exclaiming with exaggerated admiration and comparing whose scar was more impressive. Boys got excited by the strangest things.

The scar on Max’s wrist was from a car accident shortly before they married. She also remembered hearing he had broken the same arm when he was Noah’s age after jumping off the steps of a treehouse.

The surgeon nodded approvingly, pushing back the stool and removing his gloves. “He’ll need to take it easy for a bit, but he can start using his hand normally again. Just avoid any rough play or strenuous activities for a few more weeks.”

“Easier said than done,” Max chuckled knowingly after the surgeon left the room. He was too good at reading her mind.

He ruffled their son’s hair, helped him down from the examination table and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “But Noah’s learned his lesson. Right, buddy?”

Noah nodded eagerly, his bangs flopping across his forehead.

He’s due for a haircut; Sienna smiled softly, brushing the errant locks away.

Max often teased that Noah was a miniature version of her. But while he might resemble her, he was a mirror image of his father in terms of personality. All it took was one look from either of them with that endearing half-grin, and she was a goner.

Unable to resist, she gently lifted his wrist and pressed her lips to the thin scar, ignoring his embarrassed groan, “Mom!”

When he was a toddler, she would kiss his boo-boos away. Now that he was ten, he considered himself much too old for such gestures, but it still made her feel better.

“Sorry, not sorry,” she teased, kissing his forehead next. “Being a mom has its privileges.”

Noah looked up and grinned back. “I’m gonna be super careful next time. I promise!”

Next time. Sienna laughed. How many times had she heard Max say the exact words? Like father, like son.

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