#eye doctos

[eyecarenexus]

Eye Care Expert in Blacktown & Norwest: Your Vision Health Guide

Nexus Eye Care in Norwest and Blacktown delivers advanced treatments for various eye conditions, including cataracts, glaucoma, and retinal diseases. Our expert ophthalmologists are committed to offering tailored solutions for your unique vision needs.

[smogflesh]

i doubt anyone's awake. but vague post SHE IS FINISHED.

[childeyespecialistt]

When it comes to the health and well-being of our children, their vision plays a crucial role in their overall development and quality of life. That's why it's essential to have access to a skilled and compassionate child eye specialist who can provide expert care tailored to their unique needs.

Importance of Pediatric Eye Care Pediatric eye care goes beyond just checking for vision problems; it encompasses the early detection and treatment of eye conditions that could affect a child's vision and eye health for life. Regular eye exams starting from infancy are vital for ensuring that any issues are identified and addressed promptly.

Qualities of a Child Eye Specialist A child eye specialist, also known as a pediatric ophthalmologist, possesses specialized training and expertise in diagnosing and treating eye conditions in children. They understand the unique challenges of working with young patients and have the patience and compassion required to put them at ease during examinations and treatments.

Services Offered by a Child Eye Specialist A child eye specialist offers a range of services aimed at preserving and enhancing children's vision. This includes routine eye exams to monitor eye health and detect any issues early on, as well as specialized diagnostic tests and treatments for conditions such as amblyopia (lazy eye), strabismus (crossed eyes), and refractive errors.

Common Eye Conditions in Children Several eye conditions can affect children, ranging from minor refractive errors to more serious issues that require intervention. Amblyopia, for example, occurs when one eye doesn't develop properly, leading to reduced vision that can be corrected if caught early. Strabismus, on the other hand, results in misaligned eyes and can affect depth perception if left untreated.

Benefits of Early Intervention Early intervention is key to preventing vision loss and correcting vision problems before they impact a child's development. By seeking timely care from a child eye specialist, parents can ensure that their child's vision is given the best possible chance to develop properly, setting them up for success in school and beyond.

How to Choose the Right Child Eye Specialist When selecting a child eye specialist, it's essential to consider factors such as their credentials, experience, and reputation within the community. Reading patient reviews and seeking recommendations from trusted sources can also help parents feel confident in their choice of provider.

Preparing for a Visit to the Child Eye Specialist Before the appointment, parents should gather any relevant medical history information and prepare a list of questions or concerns to discuss with the specialist. It's also crucial to ensure that the child feels comfortable and relaxed during the visit, as this can help facilitate a thorough examination.

During the Appointment During the appointment, the child eye specialist will conduct a comprehensive eye examination, which may include tests to assess visual acuity, eye alignment, and eye health. Based on the findings, they will discuss treatment options and provide guidance on maintaining good eye health at home.

Post-Appointment Care and Follow-Up Following the appointment, parents should implement any treatment plans as advised by the specialist and schedule regular follow-up appointments to monitor their child's progress. This may involve wearing glasses or contact lenses, performing eye exercises, or undergoing surgical intervention if necessary.

Conclusion The eyes are not only the windows to the soul but also the gateway to a child's learning and exploration of the world. By prioritizing pediatric eye care and seeking timely intervention from a qualified child eye specialist, parents can ensure that their children's vision remains clear and their futures bright.

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

At what age should children have their first eye exam?

Children should have their first eye exam at around 6 months of age, followed by regular screenings as recommended by their pediatrician. Can vision problems in children be corrected?

Yes, many vision problems in children can be corrected with timely intervention, such as wearing glasses or undergoing vision therapy. What are some signs that my child may have a vision problem?

Signs of a vision problem in children may include squinting, rubbing their eyes frequently, holding objects close to their face, or complaining of headaches or eye strain. Are eye exams covered by insurance for children?

Many health insurance plans cover routine eye exams for children, but it's essential to check with your provider to confirm coverage and any associated costs. How often should children have their eyes checked?

Children should have their eyes checked regularly as recommended by their pediatrician or eye care provider. This typically involves annual screenings, but frequency may vary based on individual needs and risk factors.

[divvy-freak]

Please help they dialyed my eyeballs!!

[moonstarrr]

𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You hoped that the sounds of the machines beeping around you would have distracted you at some point but it was no use. Constant hours of pain and every hour a nurse coming to check you too see how much you have any improvements on dilation has become more and more annoying.

It was now midnight and the time to finally meet your baby still seemed so far away. You were laid on your side holding on too Evan’s hand as another contraction hit you. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned into to you rubbing your back slowly and giving you kisses on your forehead.

“There you go baby, it’s almost over” He said with pity tracing his voice. Evan hated seeing you in any kind of pain at all. He would want nothing more than to give you some kind of relief but even knowing that he wasn’t capable of that hurt him even more.

A deep sigh left your lips and you loosened your grip on your husband’s hands slightly. Tears filled your eyes. The pain became more and more unbearable.

You were already too far in to even have an epidural and it killed you.

“I can’t do this anymore” you say with your voice shaking as you look up at him.

“Yes you can you’re so close just a little while longer”

As you were about to try and turn on your back you heard a knock at the door . You look up at Evan and you both shared confused looks. You weren’t expecting anyone to come by and see you.

He walks over and opens the door and he lets in Maddie, Chimney, Hen, Bobby, Athena, and Eddie.

Maddie gave her brother a quick smile and quickly passed by him making him stumble a little bit and quickly made her way over to you, she didn’t waste any time by giving you a hug.

The rest of them followed behind her and each of them giving you hugs and smiles.

“I wasn’t expecting you guys here” you said with a smile.

“Well once Buck told us you were in labor we had to stop by and wish you good luck” Hen said . You looked at Buck and raised your eyebrows, you didn’t think he was gonna tell them when you went into labor you thought he was gonna surprise them after the fact.

Maddie sat on the edge of the bed and placed one hand on your knee and looked up at you her eyes full of excitement knowing that she will soon become an aunt.

“So how are you feeling love?” She asked

“The pain is terrible I just want it to be over” you say with a sigh.

“I know how you feel girlfriend bringing a whole child into the world isn’t easy and you want to know the worst part”.

You say up even more thinking she was gonna say that there was more pain to come.

“What?”

“They don’t have to experience any of this, ain’t it crazy” she said while pointing to all the men in the room. The room erupted with laughter.

After a couple minutes of conversation with everyone and jokes being said the nurse and doctor came in and told them to kindly exit the room because you had to start pushing. They waved goodbye to you and Evan wishing you guys luck.

As soon as they left that’s when things began to become more serious and fear took over you. You heard so many stories of things that have gone wrong during birth and you were praying for a smooth delivery.

“Evan I’m scared” you said while grabbing his shirt pulling him even closer to you . You didn’t want anyone close to you or anyone touching you if it wasn’t Evan. He was the only one that could provide you with comfort and stability during this time.

“Babe look at me I promise, you and baby are gonna be fine and nothing will go wrong just listen to doctors and I’ll be right here the whole time”. He says wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and the other holding your hand.

He watches as they place your legs in stirrups. He feels his own self becoming anxious and excited but he tries his best to be the partner that you need.

“Okay on the next contraction you can push” the doctor says.

You look up at Evan and he looks back at you with pure love in his eyes. He nods his head at you and places a quick kiss on your cheek and whispers to you “you can do it”

When you start to feel the contraction you hunch forward and close your eyes. You hear the doctor counting but your drown it out only focusing on the sweet nothings Evan is whispering too you only for you to hear.

After 2 more pushes the sound of strong cries fill your ears and you open your eyes to see the doctor resting your baby girl on your chest. The nurses quickly try to clean her up, you look up to Evan and see the tears falling from his eyes and big smile on his face.

The baby you guys have been waiting for has finally made her presence and he couldn’t be happier.

You place your hand on her back and look down and take in her features and beauty. Evan placed his hand on top of yours and leaned his head on your taking in everything.

He couldn’t have been happier. It’s all he ever wanted.

[girlgenius1111]

who could stay?

alexia x r

r is struggling with her anxiety. Alexia wants nothing more than to help. Will r let her?

CW for panic attacks / general depictions of anxiety.

Alexia knew something was up with you. Recently, you'd been attached at the hip to her. This wasn't something she minded, not at all, it was just quite out of character for you. You'd responded to her attempts to figure out what was wrong with tight lipped smiles, and clear lies that you were fine. You looked exhausted, which she didn't understand. You spent most nights at her apartment, and there was no indication that you weren't sleeping, yet the bags under your eyes only darkened. You made no indication that you wanted to speak to her about what was wrong, but luckily, she caught you getting out of bed one night.

Alright, she didn't catch you getting out of bed, but she rolled over, half asleep, looking for you to snuggle up against, eyes snapping open when she found your side of the bed empty. Still warm, but empty. She was instantly awake, and worried. She first looked to the bathroom, but the light was off, the door ajar. There was no light flowing in from the hallway, but she headed that way anyway, not sure where else you would be.

Entering the living room, she could just barely make you out on the couch, head in your hands, body seemingly shuddering with every breath.

"Amor?" she called softly, flicking on the light as she did so. Your head snapped up, wild eyes meeting hers. Your eyes were red, and tear tracks stained your cheeks. Alexia moved to your side quickly, crouching down in front of you. "Hey, amor, what is wrong?"

"No-nothing. I'm fine. Go ba-back to sleep, Ale," you gasped out. Alexia frowned in response, making no move to do as you said.

"Mi vida, why are you out here? Why did you not wake me?" Alexia was confused. She'd seemed to have found the root of why you looked so exhausted, but she still wasn't sure why she found you crying, by yourself on the living room couch, in the middle of the night.

You were quickly losing the ability to speak, though, something that Alexia picked up on. "What can I do?" she asked, begged really. She hated seeing you like this, hated not being able to help. In response, having clearly given up on trying to force her to go to bed, you gripped onto her forearm, your desire obvious. She moved up onto the couch, pulling you securely into her chest. Your ear was pressed right over her heart, and you tried to calm down, listening to the steady beats.

"Shh, you are okay, bonita, I've got you," Alexia soothed, and you tried to focus on her words. You were okay. You were safe. You were with Alexia. You were clinging onto her quite hard, and she held you with equal force. "Breath for me, amorcita, in and out, just like that."

Alexia's voice was comforting, and she talked you through the worst of the panic attack, only pulling away once you're breathing was almost normal.

"Thank you," you told her, eyes downcast.

"Of course," she paused, not really sure what to ask first. "How long has this been going on?"

"Only a week," you replied, and Alexia sighed in response.

"A week of waking in the middle of the night like this, and you did not get me once?"

"I didn't want to bother you, Ale,"

"You are not capable of bothering me," the midfielder argued, but she took a breath, not wanting to get frustrated when you were clearly still so upset. "Is something causing it?"

You stayed silent.

"Amorcita, please let me in. I want to help, I do not like seeing you so upset," Alexia begged.

"I stopped taking my anxiety medication," you admitted.

"Porque?" Alexia questions, looking stunned. You shrug. "Porque, amor?" Alexia asks again.

"I don't like relying on it. It messes with my mood, and I just don't want it anymore, I don't need it."

"Clearly, you do need it. There is nothing wrong with needing to take something for your anxiety, y/n." Alexia states, trying to keep her voice even. "Did you talk to your doctor about going off?"

"No," you reply, voice small.

"Amor, come on. That is not safe,"

"It's fine, Alexia, please just leave it," you respond, trying to sound firmer than you felt.

"No, I will not. I care about you, and I do not like it when you are unkind to yourself. You deserve to feel good everyday, and if medication helps you feel that, then you should take it. You are going to talk to your doctor, go back on your meds, and if you want to change something with them, you will do it under the supervision of a medical professional. Entiendes?"

"Si," you respond quietly, and Alexia is surprised at how quickly you give up. Your dropping eyes tell her why, though, and she drops her stern attitude.

"Venga, mi vida, let's go back to bed." You allow her to guide you back into bed, but clearly, you you think she's still mad at you, because you lay on the edge of your side of the bed, as far from her as you could get. You feel her pull on your shirt, and you turn, eyes watery. Alexia is laying facing you, arms open, a soft look on her face, and you waste no time scooting over into her warm embrace.

"I want you to talk to me, mi amor. When you are anxious, I want you to tell me, so I can help," Alexia whispers into your hair.

"I hate bothering you."

"Listen to me, por favor. You could never bother me, especially not when you're sharing your feelings with me. Vale?"

"Okay." You allow, after considering for a minute.

"Do you think you can go to sleep?"

You shrug. "I'm still kind of anxious," you mumble. Alexia presses a kiss into your hair, sliding her hand under your shirt, and beginning to run her nails up and down your back. She feels you relax more against her.

"There you go, amor. Just focus on the feeling of my hand on you. Everything is okay," she promises.

"Love you," you murmur, words almost lost in the fabric of her shirt.

"Te amo mucho, bonita." Alexia responds, only letting herself fall asleep once she was sure you had first.

-----

The first time you do as Alexia asked, and tell her when you're feeling anxious, is only a few days later. You're back on your medication, having met with your psychiatrist, who agreed to look into other options, so long as you went back on the current one for now. It was still an adjustment, though, and you were still significantly more anxious than normal. Alexia had taken to holding you tight against her while you both slept, which had worked in 2 ways. You hadn't woken up having a panic attack, and even if you had, you wouldn't have been able to slip out of bed without her noticing.

You've both returned from practice, and Alexia is in the kitchen, making a snack, when you decide that you are feeling to uneasy to sit and wait for her. Being in physical contact with her was one of the only things that was always successful in calming you down. Entering the kitchen, you quietly pad over to Alexia, wrapping your arms around her abdomen, and resting your head against her back. She stills her movements, cutting up strawberries, and puts the knife down, placing her hands over yours.

"Hola," she says quietly.

"Hi," you respond, voice shakier than you would have preferred.

"Everything okay?" she asks carefully, aware that it is not, but wanting you to come to her.

"No," you say. You mean to follow it up with something else, but your throat feels tight, as you swallow back tears, and you can't get another word out. Alexia doesn't need more, though, turning around and holding you tight against her chest, swaying you both back and forth lightly. You let out a shaky breath, feeling yourself already calming slightly.

"Thank you for telling me," Alexia says, aware of what a big step that simple word had been for you. "Can I do anything?"

"I don’t know," you admit, words dripping with vulnerability.

“That is okay. I’ve got you." She reassures, guiding your head away from her neck, and pressing her forehead to hers. Your eyes flutter shut, and you sigh. After a few moments, you pull away, feeling somewhat calmer. You only make it as far as Alexia’s arms allow, as she isn’t letting go.

“Make your snack, Ale,” you instruct, but she simply shakes her head, manhandling you into the position she wants you in. Once she has you stood in front of her, arms wrapped around her body, she resumes her snack preparations, looking over your shoulder as she cuts the fruit.

You chuckle lightly into her at her ridiculousness, but she ignores you, not letting you move from your spot nestled against her.

“We’re becoming that couple, Alexia. The annoyingly clingy couple.”

“No me importa. I like you clingy.” She declares, shuffling the both of you across the kitchen to put the strawberries back in the fridge. By the time she’s put the snack in a bowl, not letting you even an inch away from her, you’re both laughing.

Finally, she lets you go, smiling triumphantly at your significantly more relaxed behavior. She places a strawberry piece into your mouth, pecking your lips lightly.

“Better?”

“Yeah. So much better.” You promise, returning her soft smile.

“Bueno!” She replies, before taking the bowl in one large hand, and scooping you up and over her shoulder in the other. Her strength impresses you, but still, you squirm slightly as she carries you into the living room towards the couch.

“Alexia!! You’re being absurd” you laugh, and she playfully smacks your ass with the hand holding onto you. “Alexia Putellas Segura, put me down!”

Arriving at the couch, she tosses you easily down, and you bounce slightly. She’s looking down at you with a smirk, and you can’t help your lips tugging into a matching one. Just when you think she’s going to be normal again, she sprawls herself on top of you, larger body enveloping yours, as she shifts around making herself comfortable.

“No room for you to be anxious now, amor.” She says matter of factly, and you wrap your arms around her. It sounds absurd, but really, she’s right. Her weight on you is the perfect amount of pressure, and the smell of her perfume invading your senses slows your heartbeat easily.

Alexia reaches over to the table grabbing both the remote and bowl in her hand, making her intention to not get off of you clear.

“I like you clingy too.” You mumble, and the blonde offers you another strawberry. Your hands busy holding onto her, so you open your mouth, rolling your eyes, as she places it carefully in your mouth. You aren’t annoyed, not at all. You didn’t know what you needed before, but Alexia did. She always did.

----

The next time you ask Alexia for help, it’s a much bigger hit to your pride. You’ve just gotten into a fight, which ended with Alexia storming out of the house to “go on a drive and clear her head.”

It was a stupid fight; both of you thought the other was taking on too much at Barca and your respective national teams, and the lack of time together had been taking its toll. Frustrated, and really just missing each other, you’d gotten into an argument about which of you was too busy. It was both of you. Neither of you were ever people to give up, or step away, even when it was for the best, so you took your exhaustion and frustration out on each other.

You know both of you just need to calm down, and you would have given her the space to do so. Only, the minute she walks out of the house, you begin spiraling. You panic in a way that is completely disproportionate to the situation, but you can’t help it. She’s mad at you and you hate when she’s mad at you.

You need to do something to stop your panic. Your psychiatrist has decided on a new medication plan, in which you are on a lower dose of everyday meds, and take an as needed medication when you’re feeling extra anxious.

This is one of those times, you realize, as you shakily unscrew the bottle, and realize that it’s empty. You’d forgotten to pick up the refill earlier in the week, when you’d woken up anxious, and taken the last pill half asleep.

Cursing under your breath, you go to the bedroom, sitting down in the dimly lit room, and trying to do the breathing exercises you’d been practicing. It’s futile though, you’re already too far gone for that to work. You need either Alexia, or your medication.

You think about the conversations you’ve had with her over the past weeks, in which she assured you, over and over, that she would always be there to help you when you needed her. You aren’t really sure if she meant for you to talk to her when she was mad at you, though.

Deciding that you don’t really have a choice, you pull out your phone, clicking your girlfriend’s contact. You’ll just ask her to pick up your new prescription from the pharmacy, not to come help you. You don’t expect her to do anymore than that, not right now.

To her credit, she answers after only a couple rings, although her voice is still sharp.

“Sí?” She asks, not bothering to greet you, a sign of how upset she is.

“Alexia,” you say, not able to hide the relief you feel at the sound of her voice. You’re breathing heavily now, and you have to pause before you say anything else.

“What is it?” She asks, shifting to a more concerned tone.

“Get my refill of my meds?” You manage.

“Joder, yes, I will go now.” She answers, and you can hear the tires screeching as she makes what is probably an unsafe u-turn. Clearly, Alexia understands what’s going on with you, and it makes you feel better, if only slightly, that she doesn’t sound as mad anymore, just worried.

“Sorry,” you stutter, feeling bad for interrupting her time alone.

“No, it is okay,” she dismisses. “I will be there in 10.”

With that, she hangs up. You lean your head back against the bed, gripping the soft carpet under you in your hands. Shutting your eyes, it feels like only minutes have passed when you hear the front door open, and Alexia call out for you.

“Up here,” you yell out shakily. Alexia’s footsteps pound on the stairs as she races up them, bursting into your room and ruining the peaceful atmosphere that had been in place. She looks almost as upset as you feel, as she crosses the room in 3 long strides, grabbing a glass of water from your nightstand, and quickly getting out a pill.

She watches you take it, eyebrows knit together as she takes in your labored breathing. After a second of thought, she settles down next to you, leaving you the option of scooting closer to her.

“You can go, it’s okay.” You tell her, assuming she doesn’t want to comfort you, not when you just had a fight. Her tone tells you otherwise.

“Do not be stupid, I am not leaving.”

“But you needed to—“

“And you need me.” She says simply, as if you’re the only thing that matters. It dawns on you that maybe you are. You meet her eyes, then, and see nothing but love reflecting back at you. Not anger, not frustration, none of the things present before she’d stormed out. Convinced, you lean into her, resting your head on her shoulder. You allow yourself to forget about the fight, push all your worries from your brain, as you focus on your breathing, and steady, dependable Alexia next to you.

“Did you really think I would leave you like this?” The blonde asks quietly after a minute.

“You were mad. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d wanted to go.”

Alexia scoffs. “I love you more than I could ever be mad at you. If you need me, I will be here. No matter what.”

It’s not the first time you’ve heard this from her, but it’s the first time you really believe it. Maybe Alexia was telling the truth. Maybe there really wasn’t anything you could do to push her away, scare her off. She’d stuck with you through all the things you thought she wouldn’t, holding your hand, softly kissing your cheek through everything thrown your way.

It was overwhelming, the love you felt from her in that moment. You often felt like you couldn’t put into words how much you loved Alexia, but this was the first time that you’ve really been convinced that she loves you just as much as you love her.

You look up at her, eyes glassy, mouth opening and closing as you try to figure out what to say, how to express what you feel for her.

“What, amor?” She questions softly. Her eyebrows are scrunched again, and this time you aren’t panicking, and you can appreciate how cute it is, the way her worry for you is painted clearly across her face.

“I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Alexia, I really don’t. You’re- you’re everything to me. Everything.” You whisper back.

Alexia’s face melts, all the tension leaving her, as she grabs your face in her hands, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. You fall into it, the feeling of her lips moving desperately, but gently, against your own.

As you kiss her, you think you’ve maybe defined it, how much she means to you. Alexia is everything. Everything you could ever want or need.

——-

This wasn’t a request, just something I decided to write when I was anxious. I hope you guys like it anyway.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

Could you write an NBC Hannibal One-shot, where fem!reader was a surgeon like him, who worked along side him for a couple of weeks and later meets him after he nearly got crucified in Baltimore. After Hannibal get‘s released from the hospital, they start to get to know each other.Maybe in the end there is some fluff and smut (if you are comfortable)

Hannibal X Reader: Stitches and sweet kisses

Warnings: wounds, brief mentions of death, smut, fluff, penetration (p in v), mentions of oral, pet names, soft sex, rough sex, sub x dom (if you squint), praise kink, breeding kink, female reader, no use of y/n, female anatomy.

Word count: 2,7K

You were used to odd patients. It was a common occurrence in your line of work but you never expected this. He has been rushed in by an FBI officer and immediately taken to a room. He didn’t need any drastic surgery. His wounds were not extreme but he had lost a lot of blood and was having a hard time breathing. You should have handed him over to another doctor but the moment you laid eyes on him you’d recognized.

You only worked with him a week but you’d never forget him. You’d been one of the surgeons in the room when he lost his first patient. A little girl, no older than six. She had a tumor that needed to be removed but there had been complications during surgery. You couldn’t save her. Everyone took the loss hard but it seemed to have hit Hannibal the hardest. A day after the incident you saw him walk into the main office with his resignation. You never saw him again. 

Until today that is.

There were holes in his palms and a large purple bruise around his neck that told you that there had been a rope around it. Your curiosity peaked the more you worked on healing him. He looked awfully vulnerable like this. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity. Once you’d fixed him up as best you could and put on some medication for his pain you made your way to the FBI agent outside his door. You expected they wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to know but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“What happened to him?”

“Someone tried to kill him. Jack Crawford was the one who found him. They say the guy had him positioned like Christ on the cross. I mean what kind of sick fuck does that?”

You turned back to look at Hannibal through the small glass of the door. He was out cold due to his medication but his face held a deep sadness in it.

“What kind of sick bastard indeed.”

The days passed quickly. Whenever you weren't working on healing people or helping around the hospital you found yourself hanging around Hannibal's room. You’d go in to check on his vitals but you’d soon find yourself pulling a chair next to him, your eyes traveling over his face as he slept. He was always unconscious when you were around but you couldn’t help but talk to him. As weird as it sounds it felt easy to be around him. He was the small break in the chaos of your life.

One day when you’d been taking his vitals his eyes fluttered open. You watched him look at you, his eyes traveling around the room before falling back on your face. You gave him a small smile, continuing your work. He watched you take his pressure and jot some things down on his clipboard.

“I bet you don’t remember me.”

“I never forget a face.”

“Some memory you must have.”

“It normally doesn't fail me. Though I do have a hard time with names. I can't seem to recall yours.”

You introduced yourself to him with a smile. 

“Ah yes, how could I forget.”

Hannibal continued to look at you as you moved around the room. A small frown made its way to his face as he began to remember when he’d last seen you. He would never forget that day no matter how hard he tried. His heart rate spiked a bit at the memory causing you to look at him in concerne.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine. Remembering is all.”

You seemed to understand what he meant immediately, your own face twisting to match the sadness he felt inside. He didn’t remember much about you but he knew you were a good doctor. He’d walked past you on the day after the surgery and had noticed the tears in your eyes. You’d felt the loss of the girl just as much as he had. But unlike him you’d continued your work.

“How do you do it?”

“Sorry?”

“How do you keep working after…”

He couldn’t even bear to say it.

“It wasn’t easy. I took a month off. Started going to therapy before finally feeling ready to come back.”

You tugged up a chair, taking a seat next to him. Hannibal turned to look at you, his eyes focused on your face. 

“I’ve lost a lot of people but I've saved a lot too. I guess that's just how it is, you know? Do what you can and try your best to keep going. Therapy helps a lot. I still go every week, it helps to talk to someone about your shit you know?”

Hannibal let out a small laugh causing you to look up at him with curiosity.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No it’s just that…well…i’m a psychiatrist.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I became one after I stopped being a surgeon.”

“How is it? I bet it must be hard.”

“It is. Some days are easier than others. But it’s like you said, I help people. That feels good.”

You move closer to his bed, your hand moving to grab his. Hannibal watches you tug his hand into yours. You look down at the bandages that cover his palm, slowly beginning to remove them. He observes the way you trace your finger over his stitches gently.

“You’re healing really well. I’ll probably be able to remove these in a couple days. How does your neck feel?”

The purple had faded but you could still see small marks where the rope had sunk into his skin.

“Is it still tender?”

You leaned over his body, your fingers moving across his throat. Hannibal lifted his head, giving you better access. From this angle he could see very little detail of your face. His breath seemed to give out for a moment, his mind entirely focused on your proximity to him. You turned your focus over to his face, your eyes meeting him. There was a deep gentleness in the way you gazed at him, it made him feel exposed. But not in a bad way. 

“You okay?”

“Yes. I apologize. I’m distracted.”

“It’s alright. I have to go but if you need anything just tell them to call me okay?”

“Alright. Thank you.”

A couple of days later Hannibal was finally released. You’d walked into his room expecting it to be empty but instead you found him standing near the window. You walked over to him, stopping beside him. He turned to look at you, observing as you watched the world outside for a moment before turning to face him.

“I must tell you that as much as I love your company we aren’t a hotel.”

Hannibal smiled at you, causing you to mirror his expression.

“I’m glad to leave this room. I couldn’t take the white walls anymore. Though I must admit I'm sad I will not be seeing you everyday.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. You enjoyed your time with Hannibal immensely but you’d always thought that when he was healed your daily chats would come to a bitter end. Never in your wildest imagination would you have thought that he’d want to continue your contact outside of the hospital. 

“Would you join me for dinner? It’s been awhile since i’ve had a proper meal and i would love your company.” 

“I’d be delighted to. What restaurant did you have in mind?”

“Actually I was thinking I could do the cooking. It’s one of my passions you see. I’ve missed it just as I've missed having some real food.”

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you Dr Lecter?”

“You can’t even begin to imagine.”

He had been right about that. After your dinner you and Hannibal continued to keep in touch. With time your relationship grew into a friendship and soon enough you found yourself falling for the doctor. He wasn’t anything like you’d imagined him to be. He had a seemingly unlimited amount of knowledge that he was always eager to share with you. He’d have you over for dinner whenever he could, always enjoying the company and your fascination for his cooking. He’d come to your apartment from time to time, it had become a place where he could have a break from the hard days. You were always more than welcoming to him. And then one day he found himself sitting on your couch one evening, nursing a bottle of wine as the two of you listened to music. 

You were sprawled out on the couch, your legs resting on Hannibals. The only sound that could be heard was  of the music that played from your radio and your voice humming along to the tune. Hannibal took in the sight of you. Your eyes were closed, lips moving to form the lyrics of the song. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to share a home with you. His feeling for you should have startled him, after all he’d only known you for a little while. But there was this sort of connection he seemed to share with you. He often wondered why of all the possible doctors that could have attended him that day at the hospital you had been the one to heal him. Perhaps it was a way of some greater force telling him you were the missing piece he’d been searching for. 

Your eyes opened slowly at the feeling of Hannibal's hand on your thigh. You gave him a lazy smile, shifting your body up.

“What is it?”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“You.”

Your eyes widened, heart hammering inside your chest at Hannibal's blatant confession. Perhaps it was the wine you’d been drinking or maybe it was the adoring way Hannibal was gazing at you but in a flash you crawled over to him placing a soft kiss to his lips. It was a slow kiss, tender and full of emotion. Hannibal cupped your cheek keeping your lips attached to his until he felt like he couldn't’ breath. You break the kiss, panting for air. A giggle escapes your lips as you look at Hannibal watching the corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smiles.

“You’re so beautiful. Did you know?”

You flushed at Hannibal's words, head moving to look down at your legs. Hannibal placed his finger under your chin forcing you to look into his eyes. You gaze up at him through your eyelashes, a blush littering your cheeks.

“No need to be shy, pretty girl. It’s just me.”

You didn’t know what had come over him but this Hannibal wasn’t one you were used to seeing. He seemed much less put together than usual. There was almost a homey quality to him. You lifted your body off the couch. Hannibal watched you stand his eyes gazing up at you curiously. You placed your hand out to him. He looked at your open palm for a moment before giving you his hand. You tugged him off the couch pulling him towards the hall.

“Where are you taking me dove?”

You turned to look at him with a sly grin, legs never stopping their movements.

“To my bedroom. Obviously.”

Hannibal was used to seeing you in a specific sort of light. Whenever you two would go out together you were always soft spoken and quiet, often opting to listen to him talk rather than initiating conversation. In the bedroom however you turned into a whole different person. 

Your pussy fluttered around his dick as he moved into you. Your head fell back on the pillow with a moan.

“Fuck you feel so good Hannibal.”

He moved slowly, trying his hardest to be as gentle as possible. He knew your body was starting to become sensitive after all the hours he’d put into teasing you. He’d made you cum on his tongue and fingers twice before allowing you to take him in your mouth. And after fucking your throat in such a rough pace that he'd managed to make tears well up in your eyes he wanted to show you he could be gentle too. Your legs wrapped around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into the skin of his ass.

“Hannibal deeper please i-ah ugh- want to feel you.”

“Shh dove, take it slow. Can’t have you tiring yourself out.”

Hannibal leaned down, his teeth finding the shell of your ear. You whimpered as he nibbled at the skin. Your fingers clawed at his bare back trying your hardest to make him move closer into you. You were insatiable for him. Completely at his mercy and he knew it. It's why he was taking things slow. Whispering sweet nothings to you and telling you how much of a good girl you were being to him. Every time he praised you he felt your pussy grip onto him like a vice. He enjoyed the feeling just as much as he enjoyed seeing you cum. But there were limits. And you were about to discover Hannibals.

In truth you didn't expect your words to affect him so much. It was more something that turned you on then something you thought he’d enjoy but the moment the words left your lips you knew you’d hit a nerve.

In the best way possible.

He was moving at a glacial pace and you just couldn't take it any longer. You grabbed his face pulling him into a rough kiss. You tugged at his bottom lip a smirk appearing on your features as he gazed at you in hunger.

“Want you to fill me up Hannibal. Want you to put a baby in me.”

That had been the tip of the iceberg. In a flash Hannibal had flipped you around his hand shoving your face into the pillow as he lined himself up with your entrance again. Your body jerked forward as he began to thrust into you. He was going so harshly you couldn’t help but grip at the sheets. Hannibal had, all of a sudden, become more vocal than he had been the entire night. 

“Feel so fucking good dear.”

His groans and grunts followed your screams of pleasure and pretty soon you were feeling your orgasm sneak up on you. Hannibal seemed to feel your need to cum his hand moving to grip at the flesh of your hips in an even harsher manner. He tugged you closer to his body, holding you still for a moment. He took in the feeling of your walls pulsating against him, his eyes closing.

“Hannibal please!”

How could he deny such a sweet thing like you? He couldn’t. So he started moving again, his free hand itching towards your clit. He maneuvered you in a way his tip could hit your g-spot perfectly and in a matter of seconds you were cumming around him. He continued to fuck into your body even as you sagged into the bed. You felt him twitch inside you before he came with a grunt of your name. 

After a while Hannibal pulled out of you, throwing his body next to yours. You lifted your head off the pillow to look at him observing his chest rise and fall rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. You shifted your body so that you were lying on your side, your legs angled in Hannibal's direction. He turned to look at you, giving you a smile before tugging you closer to him. He buried his noise in your hair taking in your scent. The two of you fell into easy slumber, both completely spent.

The next morning you woke up to a sweet smell. You rose for your bed tugging on a robe before making your way to the kitchen. You smiled as you caught sight of Hannibal. He was wearing your apron but his ass was completely on display for you. You walked over to him, giving him a sharp smack on the ass. He jumped at the action, turning to look at you. You simply grinned up at him.

“You cheeky thing.”

“You know you love it.”

He did in fact love it.

Actually, he loved everything about you.

“Whatcha making?”

“Pancakes.”

“Yum. How can I help?”

“Grab the eggs from the fridge for me.”

“Okay.”

The two of you moved in perfect union as if things had always been like this. And perhaps they always would be.

[russellsppttemplates]

Trust me (Lance Stroll)

Lance's recovery plan after his mountain biking accident leaves you even more concerned

Note: english is not my first language. Here's another piece to help complete my mission of including Lance pieces in my masterlist!

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: Lance's mountain biking accident, mentions of hospital setting and recovery

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?", Lance asked one last time, checking if he had everything they would need, "I have some stuff from work to do, and besides, mountain biking isn't really my thing", you shrugged, not feeling too bad that you were missing the activity.

"Alright then, if you need anything, just call me, okay?", your boyfriend noted, kissing your forehead before he walked out of the door, "be safe, guys!", you yelled before the door closed.

Through the wonders of remote work and your job, you found a way of spending some of Lance's time off the races with him, and when he suggested that you should join for him trip to Spain before the season began, you only had to arrange a few things around to be able to join him.

It was supposed to, despite the fact that you were still working, a relaxing time and a needed change of scenery. And was it a change of scenery indeed when you got a call saying that Lance had been injured and was being taken to the hospital by the emergency team. You packed all the documents you could think of and made your way to the hospital, thumbs fiddling with one another since you had yet to understand the extent of your boyfriend's injuries.

Sitting in the waiting room, your foot tapped o the clean grey floor, your eyes moving to the double doors everytime a health professional walked out, hoping they would come looking for you and take to see your boyfriend with an update on his health status. His trainer was with him and he had been the one to text you briefly about what had happened and the hospital he had been taken to, but once they went into the examination room, he had grown quiet and his messages had ceased, until a brief one stating that someone would be coming to bring you in as Lance had finished his medical exams.

A young doctor came to you, presenting himself and explaining to you a brief outline of what happened, as far as he was aware, and what the medical team had been doing given the concerns and problems that arised. While you were not a medical expert, Grey's Anatomy was your comfort show and the amount of exams and the words you recognised meant that your boyfriend had been way more serious than you had hoped.

Entering the room, your eyes flew immediately to Lance, seeing his bandaged up wrists and some of the same material around on his right toes, "hey, you", he said, eyes droopy from what you can imagine was a mix of medication for the pain and also from the steong lights and the fuss around him, "hello, my love", you said, looking at the nurse taking notes on her iPad in a way to ask for his permission to approach your boyfriend, "how are you feeling?", you asked, him, your hand touching his cheek softly, afraid of touching somewhere where it would cause more damage.

"I'm a bit uncomfortable from the pain, but it's manageable", he smiled a tight lipped one, looking at the doctos who were discussing some of the films and scan images, "it seems that Lance has a fracture and displacement in his right wrist, a fracture in his left wrist. We also see what looks to be a partial fracture in his left hand", the doctor said, showing the scans, "and another fracture in the big toe on his right foot", he finished.

"And is there a plan for it?", Lance asked, "the season is starting in two weeks", Lance noted.

"You said testing is next week? So from the 23 to the 25?", the doctor asked, "yes, and the first race is on the 5th", he trainer added, looking at the calendar on his phone.

The doctor was silent for a bit before he excused himself, looking at the scans and discussing a few points with his colleagues while you looked at Lance, sensing his mind was filling with negative thoughts and pressures about his recovery already, "I can only imagine how scary this is, but you'll be alright, okay? We'll do everything we can to get you better as soon as possible", you tried your best to reassure him despite the heavy feeling in your chest.

"Our opinion, and this comes from having participated in many cases where the injuries were sinilar", Dr. Javier Mir explained, "is that the timeline for testing is, unfortunately, not enough for everything to heal like we would like", he stated, "and, realistically, I would count that you miss the first few races", he finished.

After informing that they were going to have a meeting to discuss the surgical plans, Lance's trainer left to call the Aston Martin health professionals to catch them up with the situation, leaving you and Lance alone in the hospital room, "are you feeling any pain? I'm sure we can get the nurse to kick these up", you pointed to the IV bag next to you, "I'm good, I just feel a little pressure on my wrists, nothing more", he tried his best to smile, wanting to see you ease too, "I'm sorry this happened, my love", you tempted, seeing him pucker his lips and welcoming his to touch your own lips, craddling his face and taking the opportunity to scratch his cheeks, thumbs rubbing the skin.

The next day began with Lance getting ready to go up to surgery on his right wrist, "I'll be here when you wake up", you smiled, kissing his forehead before they wheeled him up, "try and get some sleep, yes, darling? I know you haven't slept all that well", he winked, "I love you".

While Lance was in surgery, you kept texting his family, trying your best to be a calming and sure figure and also answering their questions and updating them on how everything was going, "is he okay? Given everything, that is...", Chloe said during the videocall, "he's handling it, I guess. He's obviously disappointed that this has happened, and that this has happened so close to the beggining of the season", you offered, "but he's keeping to himself?", your boyfriend's sister completed, "yes, I think. You know how he is. He's shared some of his thoughts but he's trying to stay as positive as he can be, and everyone here is on the same page, too. They've been very reassuring and hopeful", you smiled, your attention caught by the surgeon you recognised from Lance's team, "I'll text you the news, okay? Dr. Mir is here", you bid Chloe goodbye, ending the call and getting up.

"Miss Y/N, we just finished your boyfriend's surgery, and I'm glad to say it was successful", he smiled, seeing your relief, "my colleagues have lifted the anesthesia and they're taking him up to his room, you can join him as soon as you like", he finished, accompanying you to the lifts to take you up as well.

Thanking Dr. Mir, you texted everyone that had kindly asked you to know when the surgical intervention had finished, reaching the room as soon as you sent the last text, knocking on the door to see a young doctor type on her iPad, "Hi, you must be Y/N, right?", she asked and you nodded, "he's still a bit loopy and sleepy from the medication, but he asked for you just now", she smiled sweetly, taking note of some of the numbers on the screen before saying, "Dr. Mir will come back once he's done with the op notes to inform you, but so far, everything is going well and like it should".

Lance moved in the bed, opening his eyes at the noise, you presumed, "hey", you whispered, brushing the hairs on his forehead, "how are you feeling, bub?", you smiled, seeing his brown orbs look back at you, "I'm tired, but otherwise good", he mumbled as he tried his best to kiss the part of your hand closest to his lips before he was interrupted by his surgeon walking in.

"Hi Lance, glad to see you're doing well. The surgery went as it was supposed to, and I think, if you work hard, you'll be back for Jeddah. Bahrain, maybe, I don't want to be too optimistic, but it would be doable", he smiled, explaining the next few steps.

"Unfortunately, the fractures in your left hand and wrist, and also your toe for thay matter, aren’t suitable for fixation, so we'll have to go about it on a more conservative approach to heal those other injuries", he explained, gathering Lance's trainer while they all discussed recovery plans, your hand sitting on his leg while they spoke.

While you were in hospital, things had been as good as they could be: the medical staff had been amazing with everything, caring for Lance and teaching you the smaller things you could do at home in terms of dressing the area and helping it heal faster, even if it was something simple as holding his hand and twisting it like you're dancing.

The first few days at home, and even though Henry was with Lance for a good part of the day for all the different approaches to improve the mobility on his hands and wrists, "I need to shower", Lance gulped, "and while it is usually different when I say this, I really need your help", he smiled shyly, getting up and approaching you so you could both head to the bathroom.

When you were back in the bedroom, with Lance already tucked into bed with his medication already taken just watching you get ready for bed yourself while you tidied the room, "Y/N", Lance called, grabbing your attention while you put the dirty clothes on the hamper, "are you okay? Do you need me to move the pillows? Do you have an itch somewhere?", you urged to his side, ready to help, "None of that, no. I'm perfectly content and comfortable, and that is because of you. Thank you", he chuckled, "I don't think that there are any words or expressions that I could use to show my appreciation and gratitude for you", he beamed, "I'm even more in awe of you. You have been here everytime I've needed you, even if it's just a mundane task that my wrists don't allow me to do. You're always there cheering me on whenever a session doesn't go well and there to congratulate me and celebrate with me whenever it goes well", he smiled.

Sitting next to him on the bed, careful of his wirst, and kissed his lips, "we always said we would be here for eachother, right? Besides, I enjoy caring for you", you cuddled him, helping him to lay on top of your chest while you put something on the TV, your hand landing on his torso.

.

While you couldn't go to Lance's appointment as you had work responsibilities, you were eager to see him arrive back home

"I was speaking to the team today, and Dr. Mir also gave his opinion, and they think I can race this weekend in Bahrain, things are really looking up", and that was enough for your nervousness to come back.

"And do you feel ready to go? I mean, you're still doing ice after every session, the bruises are still there too", you tried to reason, knowing from previous days that it was nearly to no use. It wasn't the first time his medical team had forwarded the option, and while it was a good sign that his recovery was going well, it still concerned you that it would be too painful for him.

"I'm more than ready, I miss driving. Tomorrow I'm driving on the simulator to see if I can handle it", he smiled as he took a water bottle out of the fridge, his smile fading when he saw the crease between your eyebrows, "I have everyone looking at every movement I do and how I do it, my love. I'll be fine", he attempted to soothe your worries, kissing your forehead, "do you want help with dinner?", he wondered looking at the pots, "I can stir this!", he cheerfully suggested, pointing the wooden spoon at you and managing to make a grin break on your lips, nudging his side while you joined him at the stove.

.

Seeing Lance need help to get out of the car made your fears even clearer, "I don't like this", you mumbled, feeling Claire-Anne's hand on your back, "me neither, sweetheart", she mumbled back. Sighing, you realised that you were not the only one filled with worry. While Lawrence, Lance himself and everyone on the team said he would be okay, you couldn't help but let your thoughts travel to a dangerous place. What if something went wrong? What if he crashed and he couldn't get out of the car safely? The questions plagued you to the point where you excused yourself, smiling and thanking all of the Aston Martin team members you passed until you reached Lance's driver's room, closing the door before you sat down, waiting for him to come back from the interviews.

It didn't take long before he was back, seeing Henry walk in with bags of ice on his hands, "Hi Y/N", he smiled, setting the bags on top of a box before he exited, "Lance will be here shortly". When Lance arrived, he kept talking about how it felt to finally be in the car, "it's incredible. The team back at the factory built an amazing car this year, it's a pleasure to drive! I- Hey, everything alright?", he questioned as he fastened the ice bags around his wrists, "I'm happy that you're happy, Lance, don't get me wrong. But, is it safe for you? And I'm asking genuinely and I want an honest answer", you finally let out.

Sitting next to you, Lance placed his hand on your thigh, "it's medically safe. Does it hurt? Yes, but not to the point where it will take me out of doing it", he stated, "I'm worried for you, I mean, you couldn't even turn the wheel around with both of your hands, I saw it on the onboard", you spoke your point, "I promise I'll be careful, okay? I understand your worry, and I appreciate it. I'm sorry it causes you this much distress, but I promise you I'll say it whenever it's not okay, yes?", he held his pinky out, making you nudge it slightly, "C'mon, my love, give me a real pinky promise!", he teased you, lacing his finger with yours with some applied strength.

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The cars were on track getting ready for the formation lap when you were walking bag to the garage, bumping into Mick on the way, "Y/N! I haven't seen you in a while, how are you?", he greeted you with a kiss on each cheek, "Hi Mick!", you greeted him back, "how have you been? We've been dealing with the whole wrist situation", you shrugged your shoulders, "I've been good, change of scenery for the season, but it has been a big opportunity to learn and it's only the start. I've heard, Lance's keeping you on your toes, hm?", he giggled.

"Yes, a lot. I trust him and the team, you know? But I can't help feeling nervous. These past two weeks have been the craziest in my life, I think", you smiled, "but it's all in good efforts, I think, the car looks promising. I think Sebastian's legacy is doing some magic", you finished, "if he says he's good, trust him, yeah? I'll see you around, Y/N", the German driver smiled, patting your arm as he left the green coloured garage.

Picking up your headset, you sat next to Lance's mother, getting ready to watch the race while you crossed your fingers for everything to go well, "this is even more stressful", the older woman confessed, "if he says he's good, we should trust him", you repeated Mick's words like a mantra, earning her nod as she squeezed your hand on top of the small table like compartment.

With Fernando finishing on the podium and Lance finishing in 6th place, there were many reasons to celebrate, "above all of this", you gestured to the celebrations that were being held by the team dinner party, "is that you're safe and sound, here with me", you smiled, kissing your boyfriend's lips, "I told you to trust me, didn't I? And it was fine", he mused, "you should have seen her during the race, though. There was a time I felt she would make them stop it all just to go and give you an ice pack", Claire-Anne mentioned, smiling at her son's happy relationship.

[silverfoxstole]

Bears, bears, bears! Bears everywhere! And Doctor Who bears at that, made specially for and presented by me to Paul McGann, Sophie Aldred and Sylvester McCoy at Portsmouth Comic Con.

As most of you probably know, I document my bear-making activities on here and I made an Eighth Doctor bear a couple of years ago, followed by a Seventh Doctor last summer. Ace was a new one, and because of that I ended up making two, the first as a prototype that I kept for myself, working out the details of the costume, particularly the jacket, and the second for Sophie.

Back in February when I decided to make Anne Bearleyn I found that my usual type of fur was unavailable so I had to go looking for another, ending up with something that while it looked lovely was fairly hellish to sew as it shed everywhere. It was all I had when it came to making the first Ace bear, however, and so I went with that. Afterwards, having got covered in fluff again, I tried to find something similar to the fur I’d used for most of my previous bears, but when it arrived and I started putting one together decided that when compared to the bear I’d just made it looked cheap and nasty, which was definitely not what I wanted for this particular project. Consequently that fabric went on a one way trip to the bin and I ordered more of the other stuff, resulting in what I’ve termed a ‘furpocalypse’ when I decided to cut and sew three more bears in one day:

I had to vacuum both the room and myself four times, and clean out the sewing machine twice! That fluff gets everywhere, even up your nose! It was worth it in the end, though, as the result looks so nice. As the pile is quite thick I had to glue on the noses and use felt for eyebrows as thread just vanishes, but I think that actually looks better and allows for more expression.

I made a second set of Ace clothes while I was waiting for the fur to arrive; the first jacket had been a bit too small and I’d only had satin to use for the lining which disintegrates as it’s sewn, not something I wanted to give someone as a gift. It was a painstaking job to replicate the badges and decoration on the jacket with felt and embroidery thread, but I was pleased with how it turned out:

The costume is based on one from Remembrance of the Daleks, the skirt and t-shirt made from jersey and the decorations on the latter also of felt. She has a plait, rucksack and baseball bat, as well as a nitro 9 canister in her hand/paw (which I actually swapped out for a better one on Friday but didn’t take any pictures of it). The nitro is attached with velcro and can be exchanged for the bat. My only tiny niggle is that I made the jacket lining the wrong colour, only realising it should be orange when I started rewatching Sophie’s episodes last week, but that’s just my perfectionist side at work and her new owner didn’t mind.

“Aaaaaace!” You can see my original Seventh Doctor bear here; I changed a few things working on the new one, this time using blue eyes and making the jacket in cream rather than brown, mainly as a contrast with the darker fur but also so he would match season 25 Ace. I decided to use red paisley for scarf, tie, hatband and handkerchief, adding a red trim to the last two. The jumper once again took a couple of hours’ work, and as this was a present for Sylvester this time I did embroider question marks and chevrons all the way round!

For the umbrella I cut out several long triangles and stitched them together in imitation of a real brolly, using a bit of a skewer covered in felt for the pole (that’s not the word but I can’t think what to call the middle of a umbrella for the life of me!), to which I attached some jewellery wire pinched from my sister (shh!) twisted into the shape of a question mark. That was then covered in yet more felt. I’ve made a lot of things from felt lately!

And voila: one finished Seventh Doc bear:

I do hope Sylvester spots that he even has spoons in his pocket. 😁

Last but not least, we have Eighth Doctor bear, which I actually started first but I didn’t have enough fabric for his coat so he had to sit and wait while I worked on the others. My original is here; he’s gone through a few costume tweaks as I’ve tried to improve on things and this time I mainly used scraps left over from my own cosplay and made them up in the same way: shirt, scarf, waistcoat, belt and gailters are all the same as mine, and the coat is identical material but from a different source.

His shirt and waistcoat both fasten with buttons, and I made the watch chain and belt buckle from embroidery thread. It took several attempts to get the boots and gaiters right, and I went from having quite a large piece of faux leather to something about a quarter of the size, most of it ending up in the bin! Unlike my Eight bear he has a sonic screwdriver, made from - yes, you guessed it! - felt. Fortunately the TVM sonic is quite a simple design, unlike the other one I made which can be swapped with this one to go with the Dark Eyes outfit I ran up on an impulse because I had scraps left from my own jacket and put in the bag with him; hopefully Paul will find it as that DE sonic took me two attempts to get (somewhat) right!

I changed the shape of the lapels on this new coat so that they were more like the real one, and I also took some pics of him in his Dark Eyes gear:

I confess that he was the one I found it hardest to give up. Look at him:

And he matches me!

I had to keep telling myself that I couldn’t keep him, I’d made him for Paul, but it wasn’t easy!

Finally, a few pics of them together:

I was so, so pleased with the way these turned out. Along with Bush (about whom I’ll post separately), these are the best bears I’ve made so far, and I’m glad that Paul, Sophie and Sylvester were just as happy with them!

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Past Versions - 11th doctor x reader x 10th doctor

Summary: Based loosely on the Day of The Doctor episode S7 Ep16. It's short but sweet.

Word Count: 1427

Warnings: None I dont think

A/n: Once again this was written a while ago so im sorry if there are any mistakes :)

Requests

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“AH” You fell flat on your face. “Well, that’s one way to make an entrance” You said standing and brushing yourself down.

Infront of you stood the doctor and a rather skinny man you hadn’t met before. He had slightly lighter hair then the doctor, but it was just as messy, as if he’d been running from something. Thinking about it this man was pretty easy on the eyes. The doctor kept looking from you to the man as if he was waiting for you to say something.

“Um hi, I’m y/n” You said extending your hand.

“Right, hi I’m the doctor” He replied shaking your hand.

“What?” You said clearly taken a back.

There was two of them? Well this was new, not that you were complaining. You looked back at your doctor.

“Care to explain, darling?” You asked your boyfriend who was currently playing with his hands nervously.

“Um yes okay. Y/n this is er, well, me. A past version of me, the 10th version. He was me before I turned into” He gestured at himself with his hands “Well the current me.” He explained.

A small smirk played on your lips.

“So, he is you?” You asked looking at the other man.

Your doctor nodded. You went over to 10 and circled him, examining everything about him. His clothes, the stiffness of his lighter brown hair, the eyes which somehow reflected even more sorrow then normal and the slightly odd choice in shoes.

“Well, if I’d known you were this good looking, I would have come searching for you a long time ago” You said standing back and admiring him.

11 stared at you with his mouth open, as if he was going to say something before closing it and just sighing clearly irritated. You laughed and walked over to him.

“You know I’m joking dear” You slid your arms around his waist, and he put his arm over your shoulder holding you tight against him.

“Okay well good” He said smiling a little before planting a quick kiss on your lips.

“Whoa wait hang on” 10 interrupted. He looked from you to doctor shocked slightly. “Are you two-? So we-?” He said pointing at you.

“Yes I’m his, well your, girlfriend I guess. I mean not technically yours yet, but his definitely” You said smiling up at your boyfriend.

10 continued to look baffled for a moment before nodding his head.

“Well, that’s understandable. Your beautiful.” His comment made you smile brightly at him.

“Why thank you. As previously stated you’re not too bad yourself.” You replied with a wink.

You felt your doctor’s grip on you increase slightly as he moved you back. You chuckled at his actions, finding it hilarious that he was getting jealous of you flirting with himself.

“Doctor?” Clara’s voice called through the portal.

“Ah yes hello Clara. Can you hear me?” He dropped his arm from you and moved closer to the portal. 10 hung back a bit and stood by your side.

“Who’s that?” He asked.

“Clara. A friend of mine.” You replied.

“So, me and you huh?” 10 commented, shooting you a boyish grin.

“It looks like it.” You said, returning his smile.

“How long?” 10 pressed.

“A while.” You replied vaguely.

“What you’re not going to give me a figure?” You chuckled at his question.

“I can’t just go telling you all the details of your future. I don’t want anything you might learn to change the way things happened. You do know time can be rewritten right?” You said cheekily.

10 laughed at your comment, causing your doctor to turn round and look at the two of you. He frowned at the sight of you getting friendly with his past self. He wasn’t sure why it annoyed him, at the end of the day you were his girlfriend and it’s him you’d be going home with. But the way 10 looked at you struck a nerve in the doctor.

“You’ve been spending too much time with me if you’re quoting me” 10 replied.

“No such thing as too much time with the doctor. Every second is a gift” You said casually.

10 stared at you while you gazed around the forest the three of you were currently in. He was utterly amazed by your presence. Everything about you drew him in. Your charming nature, the way you carried yourself, your comedy. Not to mention your appearance. Suddenly a feeling of eagerness swept over him. The eagerness to meet you in the future, to catch up and live his life with you. The one you were living right now. It was a weird feeling to him; he wasn’t one to wish time away. You were some girl, having this effect on him.

Your doctor had had enough. He marched over to you and promptly wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into him before capturing your lips with his. You were slightly taken away by the passion of it, but it didn’t take you long to return his fire and wrap your arms around his neck.

Your fingers threaded their way into his brown locks, tugging slightly, causing him to smile against your lips. He squeezed your hips in his hands which made you jump into him slightly, but you didn’t mind. When the two of you finally pulled away, you stood there staring breathlessly.

He raised his hands to cup your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. The love he held for you was evident in his eyes as it shone back at you. After a while, the moment was broken as he let go of you and turned to face 10.

“She’s mine. So back off” He grumbled.

“We are literally the same person. I’m allowed to feel-“ 10 started before he got cut off.

“No. No you’re not. You are a past version, she doesn’t know you. She knows me. And there is no way in any universe that you could possibly even begin to feel the way I do about her.” He ranted.

You stood and watched, speechless.

“She is the one thing in this life that holds me still and keeps me sane. No measurement of time or space would ever be big enough to describe my love for her. So don’t think for one moment that just because you’ve got a glimpse into your future, that you feel what I feel.” He concluded. His words hung in the air; the atmosphere thick with tension.

10 blinked before nodding his head and walking away. You approached your doctor, placing your hand softly on his arm and turning you to face him. His anger dissipated almost instantly when he locked eyes with you. A few tears slid their way down your cheeks are you stared at him, words failing you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” The doctor said sheepishly, backing away from you. You reached out and grabbed his hands.

“You think I’m crying because I’m sad?” He nodded at your words. “I’m far from it. I’m crying because of how much what you said meant to me.” You explained.

He moved closer but stayed silent allowing you to continue.

“I’ve spent a lot of my life feeling second best, like I was constantly living in the shadows of everyone around me. No one cared about me or put me first. I’ve always been an afterthought. Until you. Everything you do for me, everything you make me feel – its extraordinary. And I can now say I’ve finally found somewhere I feel wanted. This is the feeling I’ve been searching for my whole life; you are the feeling I’ve been searching for my whole life” You said, bringing his hands close to your chest. “And I love you more every day for it.” You concluded, smiling at him.

Once again he cupped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away.

“I promise, I will never push you aside. I will never make you feel the way those people did. Because you deserve this.” He gestured around him. “You deserve to feel loved and wanted in this life. I’m just glad I’m the one who can provide it for you.” He said, a smile gracing his lips.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.” He replied, kissing your forehead.

Suddenly, 10 cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt. But your friend needs you” He said pointing to the portal.

You smiled at your doctor before taking his hand in yours.

“Let’s go sort the world out.”

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

hi hi ❤️ I hope your doing well and happy New Years! Love the Highschool au i have a tiny request if it’s possible, like head-canons or a one shot of reader n eyeless jack how would they be together n how the Proxies would react to that.

Something Short

Author's Note: Sure!

TW: Red Flags, Implied Rape, Abuse, Manipulation, Guilt Tripping, Stealing Organs, Drugging, Drugs, Horny High schoolers, EJ being kinda creepy, and medical stuff.

EJ isn't the most talkative guy. He normally keeps to himself and has the reputation of the mysterious hot guy. People automatically assumed he was hot because of his mask.

You definitely heard of him before but you didn't actually meet him until you forced into the proxies group.

Toby had sent you to talk to Ben and pick up a "special device" for him, which you agreed to because you had no choice.

When you got in, you were treated with the smell of weed and laughter. Ben was laughing with a controller in his hands, sitting on a bean bag chair, Jeff was yelling at Ben with a rolled up piece of paper emitting smoke in his hand, and EJ was smoking with his mask next to him with his hood down.

As Ben ignored Jeff and walked to you, you couldn't take your eyes off of EJ. He was surprisingly handsome, but the lack of eyes somewhat scared you.

After you got Toby's order, you walked up to EJ and said hi. EJ didn't seem to care or be interested in you at the time and he just ignored you, mostly because he was as high as a kite but that besides the point.

After EJ sobers up when he got home, he kinda couldn't forget about you, but more specifically your voice. I say in this AU EJ is like, somewhat blind. Like, he can see but not the best, it's bad to the point glasses can't fix it. So, he spent the entire school day listening at the voices and waiting to find yours, and when he did he walked up to you.

The two of you talked about you classes, interest, what you planning to do after you graduated and so on. The Proxies have an ok relationship with EJ, going to him for injuries and medical supplies but no more. So when they saw him flirting and taking to their new toy, they were pissed.

They told you to not talk to EJ, or what they called the Eyeless freak, but you didn't listen. Over time you and EJ talked more and eventually went on dates. EJ was really kind and always made sure you were ok and safe, but he's also be flirtatious with you and dragging you into alleyways to kiss you and pin you to the wall or floor. His red flags didn't show to you yet, EJ is extremely good at hiding them.

The more attached you grow to him, the more they start to come out. EJ would make you spend time with mostly him and he'd keep you at his house for hours, even when it was past your curfew. You would tell him that you had to go and he'd get mad. He'd tell you how lonely it is to live alone and how he just wants you to stay a little longer. If you keep refusing, he'll go deadly quiet. The moment you turn your back, tentacles would grab you and drag you towards him. He'd tell you to be quiet so you don't alert the neighbors before knocking you out.

You'd wake up in your room with a different set of clothes and no recollection of what happened the day prior.

EJ 's knowledge on drugs makes it extremely easy for him to have you develop memory loss with minor things. So you and his relationship can stay as "wholesome and sweet" as possible.

The Proxies would eventually tell EJ to back off because they don't like to share, but EJ wouldn't just tell them that they were jealous that you preferred him over them, and how'd they should find a different victim, because you were his now.

Ej starts off really kind and sweet, but his true nature will show over time, so be careful. He's still really caring though and will do anything to keep you safe, even if he holds you captive for hours and possibly steals an extremely minor organ when your passed out or fucks your sleeping body, but hey! He's a sadistic cannibalistic doctor, you thought he'd be all loving and sweet?

[unknowntoyou2205]

Make it to Christmas 1/3

Info: Christmas for the Shelby clan were never special, but this year seems t be the worst as y/n, the youngest, has been diagnosed with the illness that takes many away.

Set in season 1

Masterlist

All was quiet in the Shelby household, all were asleep bar Tommy who sat in his office working on some papers that were due. His thoughts were stalled as he hears movement around the halls upstairs and a door slamming against a wall before sounds of chocking, causing him to sigh and move to stand up, knowing who it was.

Y/n Shelby had been sick for the last five days, and it seemed to be getting progressively worse. For an eleven year old her energy had severely deteriorated and anything she ate always came back up, that was if she ate anything at all. She spent majority of her time in bed, sleeping most of the day.

Tommy sighs as he makes his way up the stairs to check on his sister. Arriving at the bathroom door he seen Polly sitting on her knees beside the young girl, holding her hair back and rubbing her back in comfort, muttering kind words as her youngest niece struggled to keep anything down. Hearing noise, Polly looked up to see Tommy standing in the doorway, who glanced at his oungest sibling before looking at Polly.

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“It’s been five days Pol, something ain’t right.” Tommy stated, not liking his sister being sick.

“I know that Thomas, hardly think this is normal.” Polly snapped at her nephew, worry get best of her.

“Pol.” Tommy warned, moving his head to y/n, saying not to stress her out.

“Tommy.” Y/n whined after she finished heaving, hearing her older brother and wanting his comfort.

“Hey there little angel, still not feeling great aye?” He asked, causing Polly to glare at him.

“I’m tired, and sore and icky. I don’t like it, I want it to end, I want to get better.” She whined as she coughed, bringing her hands up as an indication for Tommy to lift her.

“I can imagine that it isn’t pleasant, but you will get better. Why don’t you and aunt Pol go to the doctors today, he can give you something to make you feel better, how’s that for ya?” Tommy asked, picking up his sister despite Polly’s protests and grabbing a rag from the bathroom sink, wetting it and wiping her face gently with it.

“What’s the doctor going to do for her, she has the stomach bug that’s all. Nothing rest can’t fix.” Polly stated, not liking the idea of going to the doctor only to be told the girl needs rest.

“If it was a stomach bug I’m pretty sure it would’ve gone by now. Just bring her Polly, all they can say is that there isn’t anything wrong.” Tommy stated, allowing y/n to place her head on his shoulder, her eyes closing with tiredness once again.

“I swear Tommy she has you wrapped around her finger.” Polly stated wit ha shake of her head.

“Her health is important Polly, I thought you prioritized that.” Tommy stated before moving out of the bathroom and heading to put his sister down for bed once again, kissing her head before leaving.

"Lord, watch over y/n and I pray that she get's over this bug amen." Polly prayed before heading back to bed.

Next morning, y/n and Polly sat around the kitchen table, waiting for Tommy to return with the doctor. Y/n sat sluggish in her chair, appearing to be struggling to keep herself up right as she lay her head on her arms which were crossed on the table. In her hand was her Christmas teddy that she always had on her from the moment it hit December 1st, being the teddy that John had given her shortly after returning from the war.

Y/n loved Christmas, always had from the moment she understand what Christmas was about. She loved to decorate the house in the little amount of decorations the Shelby family had. The Shelby's were never really into doing Christmas, seeing it as another day, and if it wasn't for y/n they probably wouldn't even celebrate Christmas.

Polly looked away from her niece as the door was heard opening, and stands up when she sees Tommy walk in with the doctor behind him. Seeing her looking at him, Tommy nods at her before moving towards his sister, crouching beside her and placing a hand on her back to try wake her up a bit, only for her to whine, feeling discomfort from touch and moving away from her brother. Tommy frowning and looked at Polly, both knowing it was strange for the youngest Shelby to deny affection.

The doctor moves towards y/n who looks up in confusion, eyes beady due to tiredness. Seeing an unfamiliar face, she frowns and looks at Polly before moving hands, wanting to be picked up. Polly clicked her tongue in frustration, shaking her head in disapproval at her niece, causing y/n to whine again, not liking her aunt’s reluctance to pick her up

“Y/n the doctors here.” Polly stated, glancing at the doctor as he watched how the youngest Shelby reacted against her brothers contact.

“I’ll leave you too it.” Tommy stated ,clearing his throat and moving to his office, closing door tightly.

Y/n sighs before groaning in discomfort as she wiggled in her seat. The doctor took this as a sign that the young girl was ready and made his way over to her. Seeing y/n's eyes flutter with tiredness the man sighed kindly and began working quickly to prevent further discomfort for the girl. He checked her temperature, back of the throat, her walking abilities and a urine sample. At the end y/n was nearly falling asleep, causing the doctor to become concerned.

“Y/n, the doctor is here to look over you, will you be good for him and let him do his work.” Polly instructed to young girl, knowing this could go one of two ways.

“I want Tommy.” Y/n stated tiredly, her voice ruff after the severe coughing episode she had earlier.

“I’m sure Tommy will come back when it’s over, now come on, be a big girl now.” Polly stated with a bit of roughness, wanting this to be over with.

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“Does she always appear tired.” He asked Polly, who stood in the corner of the kitchen out of the way.

“Most days, especially after any vomiting episodes.” Polly stated, sounding as if she knew what it was her niece had.

“And her temperature, she appears to have a fever, how long has that been going on.”

“Around five days, she always gains a fever when she’s sick.”

“And you say she’s been vomiting for nearly a week?”

“Like I said doctor it’s just the stomach bug, all children get it. They lose their appetite, have aches and pains, get sick, rise a fever, and then it runs its course. Tommy’s worrying for nothing.”

“Actually Mister Shelby has every right to be worried. Because young y/n here doesn’t have the stomach bug. A stomach bug wouldn’t last as long as it has, at least not as severe. With her fever, redness of the throat likely caused by her abrupt coughing episodes and vomiting as well as the aches and pains you say she’s been complaining about, young y/n is suffering from more than just the stomach bug, or any common illness for that matter.” The doctor stated, pointing out all the symptoms.

“Well, what is it then?”

"I'm afraid young y/n Shelby here, has the Spanish flu." The doctor stated causing Polly to look at him in horror.

Each of the Shelby siblings didn't know what to say, their baby sister had caught the illness that majority of people died from if caught. Arthur stared ahead, not knowing what to think, John looked down, regretting the joke he made and feeling fear for his baby sister, Ada tried to hold back tears while Finn allowed the tears to fall, not wanting his twin to go. Tommy stood frozen, refusing to look at anyone as he tried to process the news his aunt just said. Y/n was the Shelby's little angel, from the moment she was born she was their light, the thing that helped the brothers when they returned from war. Without her it would become darkness.

“Polly, what’s going on, why did you call a family meeting?” Ada asked, watching her aunt in confusion as the woman paced around the floor, worry clear on her face.

After the doctor had diagnosed the youngest Shelby- he had warned Polly of the likelihood of her getting worse instead of better- though poor Polly knew this as not many people were known to survive around the town if they caught the lethal disease, with the majority of them dying weeks after their diagnoses- with how y/n’s little body was reacting to the disease it was likely to take it’s toll on the youngest Shelby’s body quickly, meaning she likely wouldn’t make it to the end of the year- hence why she was sent to bed before her siblings were called to hear the news.

“Right Pol, what is it? What’s so important that you had to call us all here aye?” Tommy asked, barging through the front door and stalking towards the kitchen table.

“I need everyone to keep a clear head and remain quiet as I tell you this alright. Y/n’s in bed and needs her rest.” Polly stated, not wanting to wake y/n up.

“Bloody hell Pol your talking as if someone’s dead.” John stated, shaking his head slightly at the dramatics of the situation.

“Pol, what is it? What did the doctor say?” Tommy asked, seeing the seriousness in Polly’s face.

“Y/n’s sick, really sick.” Polly started, looking at each Shelby sibling before continuing, “And I don’t want any of you to start worrying alright, because it won’t make it any easier.”

“Pol, what’s wrong with our y/n?” Arthur asked, not liking the way Polly was talking.

“Y/n has the Spanish flu. The doctor said with her symptoms it’s likely she’s been infected for a while.” Polly stated, waiting to hear the reaction.

“But she seemed fine last week.” Finn stated, looking at his aunt in confusion.

“The doctor said it will get worse, and there is a chance.” Polly stopped, wanting to get control of her emotions before continuing, “There is a chance that she may not survive this. Her bodies not able to keep up with it.” Polly looked down as silence fell around them.

Polly sighs, knowing the Shelby stubbornness was strong when it came to little y/n. She also knew that this would break the family, regardless of the outcome. And all Polly could do was pray, and hope, that y/n would at least make it to Christmas, her favorite time of year.

“Is she asleep?” Tommy asked, moving towards the stairs.

“Yes, and I don’t want anyone going into her. Don’t need anyone else catching it.” Polly stated forcibly, moving towards Tommy as he scoffed.

“You expect us to not be there for our sister when she’s ill, you clearly don’t know us Polly.” Tommy stated harshly.

“we’re not leaving her Pol, she needs us. And if she doesn’t make it we need her too.” Finn stated, sniffling from the tears.

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Friends don't look at friends that way

Malia x female reader

Teen wolf imagine

My parents are homophobic and I was raised to be a homophobic, but they are abusive and all and I realized that I didn't want to live by anyone's rules anymore, so I low-key cheer on LGBTQ+. And Malia is literally the only girl that's made me rethink my sexuality and here I am. So this is the imagine <3

Summary: yn has always been there for Malia, specially when she came back from being a coyote and getting her used to normal life again. She thinks they're just best friends till Malia says something that changes everything.

Warnings: these is my first time writing with these bi thing so please tell me if there are some incorrect things.

Yn had always been there. Since the start. Since the day that malia turned back into a human girl, yn had felt like something had strung them both together and she called it friendship.

Malia also felt like something was pulling them together, she had felt attracted by her, by the wayyn was so kind, the sound of her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she was happy. The way she smelt like home, she felt safe whenever she was with her. She knew there had to be something more than just friendship, but she didn't really dare to say anything. Not really.

The pack saw how you two were close and talked between themselves that yn and malia should just start dating and spare them all the drama.

And their wish had come true when in senior year.

The dread doctors business was a nasty one, you didn't know who was a human who was a chimera and yn lived in constant fear that something bad would eventionally hurt her friends.

Yn was human and Malia tried along the rest of the pack to protect her at all cost but they failed when she was taken by the dread doctors along with Liam and Hayden.

Malia freaked out. And that's when she realized hoe much Yn actually meant to her. More than a friend. Definitely a lover, bit a sinking realization hit her that yn wouldn't feel the same way about her. But she couldn't spare those thoughts, not here in the tunnels going around in circles whith no other lead.

"We'll find them malia" said Scott trying to keep the werecoyote calm, even when he himself was scared that he may lose two lives with he was supposed to protect.

"But what if we find them and they're not alive"malia complained giving him a look between desesperation and fear" what if YN's not alive"

Scott turned around to face her" well find yn, well find your best friend"

"Best friend" Malian muttered with loathing

Scott heard and the corner of his lips twitched upwards"you finally realized you had feeling for each other?" He laughed despite the circumstances.

"You guys knew?!" Malia exclaimed her voice bouncing of the walls creating echoes.

"We knew all along! It was the most obvious thing in the world" Scott shrugged his shoulders and kept walking.

"Yn probably doesn't like me she just thinks of me as a friend"malia protested, her voice emotionless. Keeping her feelings to herself.

Scott turned around once again facing her eyebrows drawn together "Friend don't look at friends that way, you two have looked each other in the eye a little too long to be just friends."

Malia raised her eye row at him "you guys have been watching us?"

Scott started walking beside her " we even have a bet going on to who will say their undying feelings for each other first"

"Really?!"

"Yeah" answered Scott laughing

"We should put a bet on stiles and Lydia too"

While this happend yn had been slipping in and out of consciousness. And when she woke up, she was laying on the floor her head propped up into someone's lap.

She looked around her and tried to sit up.

"Thank God you woke up" yn turned around to see Liam to whom she was laying on and Hayden by his side.

"Where the hell are we" she asked looking around. They appeared to be in a old theater and a fence covered the only way out. She saw I was electrified and groaned.

"I thi k were in the dread doctors lair"answered Liam

Are you guys ok?" She asked the sophomores as she saw Hayden clothing her stomach were it looked like black blood staining her shirt

"Not really" replied Hayden clutching her eyes closed in pain.

"Don't worry Scott will find us" I hope she added in her mind as she went to the younger girls side holding her hand.

*A little skip to the good part cause is 1 am

Malia walked into the McCall house hold with tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

They haven't found them. Heaven only knew what they could be doing to them.

She heard Scott gasp beside her, and she looked up to see Liam and Hayden laying on the couch, Lydia putting a blanket over them as they slept. They looking over them protectly.

Her eyes searched the room but she couldn't see yn.

"She's in the kitchen" Malian turned around to see Theo giving her a knowing smile."she was asking for you"

Malia nodded to him and for a second stood there. Then she went and hugged him. "Thank you" she muttered and pulled away walking toward the kitchen.

She found Yn sitting in the counter a cup of coffee before her, she looked up when malia came in and gave her a small smile "hey there bestie"

Malia rushed over to her and hugged her"i swear ill kill them all" she muttered into her hair.

Yn gave a light laugh and hugged her back. Malia pulled away and sat in a chair next to her facing her.

They sat there for a moment just looking at each other yns hand in malias.

"Yn""malia" they both started and stopped and looked at each other laughing

"You go first""no you"

"No, but really Malia, you first"

Malia sighted and looked into yns eyes, she didn't know what to say. So she just looked at their intertwined hands and sighted.

"I dont ever want to lose you again"she muttered

"You didn't lose me, I'm right here"yn commented.

"No you don't understand" said Malian looking up into her eyes against can't lose you, j can't because if I do, I don't know what I'll do"she looked straight Into yns eyes and yes heart picked up "I don't ever want to lose you because I love you yn"malia muttered

Yn gave a short gasp. She didn't... she wasn't.... but what if... what if maybe she was... what if she loved her back.

Flashbacks flooded back.. yn and Malia driving together throught the town blasting music and singing at the top of their lungs. Them laying together watching the night sky. Them staring into each other's eyes. I little bit too much to be Just Friends.

"I.." she stammered. Malian waited for her response her heart beat picking up, as she stared at the girl who had her heart." I think I love you too" she whispered.

Then Malia did what she had wanted to do ages ago without realizing it. She kisses her. Malian put her hands to the sides of her face and yn put hers in her arms as she kissed her back. Lips fitting together perfectly.

Malia pulled back for a moment of air "yn would you be my girlfriend?" She gasped out

Yn gave her a wide grin "i'd love too"

Whoopings were heard from the living room and laughs and clapping of hands.

"Finally!" They heard stiles literally yell

"Finally I don't have to be gay alone" mason laughed.

"You guys have been listening in?!""again?!"yn and Malian both yelled.

They looked at each other and giggled

"Do you want to take this upstairs?" Yn whispered to malia

Malia just grinned and took her hand and as they made their way upstairs they heard stiles yell after them"remember to wear protection!" Then Lydia saying to him"they don't need one dumbass"

So what do you guys think? I tried my best buy its 2 am and I'm tired. So tell me what you guys think and requests are always open

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

chamomile, chapter eleven  

A/N: the gif in the moodboard is by @fightingdragonswithwho

summary: it's time for everyone's mandatory grief assessment. Y/n's doesn't turn out how she predicted...

warnings: references to 6x20, tw miscarriage, hospital, thinking that your symptoms are just an average illness, crying, blood, shock 

word count: 935

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You squinted, fumbling for a paper towel to dry off your face. Splashing it with cold water hadn’t really helped you feel better. You still felt like shit. Was it the flue? Maybe something you ate? Who knew. Right now you just needed to take it one moment at a time. Get through tonight and just tonight.

Crumbling up the paper towel, you tossed it in the bin on your way out of the bathroom. Walking into the dead quiet bullpen, you stopped when you saw Rossi walk out of Hotch’s office, having him swiftly follow after to bid the older man goodnight. 

Catching your eye, he waved you up and you followed, giving Rossi a tight-lipped smile as you passed him. 

“Have a seat,” Hotch motioned towards the dark couch in the corner of his office.

Once you were settled, he sat down in the chair opposite you, folding his fingers in his lap, “so, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” you sighed, trying to ignore the light dizziness you felt now that you’d sat down. 

“Are you?”

“I mean, of course, it’s sad, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t really feel like I have the right to truly feel, or express, that loss because I didn’t know her as long as you did. You all should have the space you deserve to grieve.”

“Just because you didn’t know her long doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to grieve her,” he leaned forward a bit.

“I know, I know, I just-,” your sentence was cut short as the soreness in your abdomen turned into a piercing pain. Hissing sharply, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried again, ”I, um, I,” you struggled.

“Y/l/n?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m-,” you slurred, breathing heavy, “I’m sorry, I think I’m coming down with something.”

Forcing your eyes to open once more, you saw your boss looking like he was either ready to call an ambulance or draw his gun. 

Supporting your weight on the armrest, you wrestled to stand up. 

Seeing Hotch’s eyes glide down your body as you stood, he got the same alarmed, yet calm face he always got when talking to a victim. 

“Y/n,” he reached out, ready to catch you if you fell, “you’re bleeding.”

“What? No, I’m fine, I’m-, really I’m fine,” you looked down at yourself and saw the crimson lines, staining your inner thighs, “I’m… I…”

“Y/n?” he called your attention and caught your hand, “you’re gonna be okay.”

“What? I am okay, I’m fine, I just…” 

“Y/n, please let me drive you to the hospital.”

“No, no, I’m fine, I- ouch,” your knees almost buckled at the sting of that one. Clutching onto your stomach, you pondered if you weren’t actually just sick. And getting your period out of the blue had never come with these symptoms. Just because you hadn’t had it for a hot minute didn’t mean you’d completely forgotten-… wait. When was the last time you’d gotten your period? Oh no… oh no.

Looking up into his eyes, his visage began to blur as tears started to well up and hinder your vision. “Hotch?” you whimpered. 

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Here,” the doctor passed you a small paper cup with a little white pill at the bottom of it, “this will help your body pass the tissue.”

You were numb. Still in pain, but you were completely numb. 

Not even thinking about it, you swallowed down the pill, washing it down with the icy cold water they had given you. 

“Again, I’m so sorry, but there was nothing to do. It started out like this.”

Looking down, you turned the small cup in your hand, then bend and crushed it lightly. 

Gently laying a hand right next to where your foot was swattled up in a scratchy blanket, the doctor hummed, “I’ll be right back with your discharge papers.”

Silently watching as they disappeared behind the curtain, it didn’t take long for it to be drawn again, this time it was your boss who poked his head in.

“Hi,” he gingerly stepped inside. 

Looking anywhere but his face, you slowly breathed out, “I didn’t know.”

Taking a seat in the small chair situated beside you, he didn’t say anything, just sat there.

“I didn’t know,” you echoed, lip quivering. “Sir, I think… I just need a few days. The doctor said that it would take a little bit of time before…”

“You take as much time as you need.”

Finally looking him in the eye, you felt a few tears roll down your cheek, “thank you.”

“Please, don’t thank me,” he laid his hand on top of yours, “Y/n, I am so sorry this happened to you. And if there’s anything I can do to help, anything at all, you just let me know.”

“Could you-, I don’t know how I’m gonna get home.”

“I’ll take you,” he squeezed your hand. 

“No, it’s already late and I live on the other side of town compared to you. You should get home to Jack-”

“Y/n,” he interrupted, “I’ll take you.”

Turning your hand so that your palm was against his, you sniffled shakily, “okay, okay, okay.”

“I know it’s none of my business, but is there someone you’d like me to call? You don’t have to go through this alone.”

You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t tell him. He was your boss, you couldn’t tell him. Yet you couldn’t seem to answer him, you just sat there and bit your shaky lip.

Inhaling deeply, he looked down at your hand and breathed out, “okay,” nodding slowly.

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[9leaguesofmirrors]

Call Me (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

A Discord mutual and I were having a conversation about Ross having a borderline k!nk for Lisgoe's voice, and this is what came of it

I know I promised a wholesome Gainsgoe fic... but that's still in the works

CONTENT WARNING: Phone s*x, mutual m*sterb*tion, semi-public s*x, slight edg*ing and degradation

Being an internal investigator wasn't easy, especially not when it meant he had to spend his days putting up with the demented witch from hell. Recording device in hand, cleverly concealed (if he did say so himself), the spying was the easy part. It was the devil's wife that was the problem

Well, that and his irritating partner

He did care about him, Lisgoe was a much-needed glass of wine after a miserable day of shove after shove, but that doesn't mean he wasn't annoying at times. They were both busy men, but that didn't mean, on certain occasions, Lisgoe had time to, in layman's term, take the piss

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

<Looks like you that does>

>Joseph, I'm working<

<Not my fault you look like a blobfish>

>Stop texting me, I'll talk later<

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

>And stop sending me photos of blobfish<

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

<Nah>

"Oh, well I am terribly sorry!" The condescending tone of Pauline caused Ross to jolt his head up "Is this boring you, Ross?"

"No, Pauline. But it was about an appointment."

"Was it an appointment to schedule a job interview?"

"It was for my docto-"

"No, of course it wasn't an interview, because you're so distracted by tech that you probably couldn't find a job if it bit you on your bony arse!"

Ross put his phone away and, once Pauline turned away, checked his tape recorder was still rolling - it was. At least that was one thing that was going well

Now, all he needed to do was verbally throttle his partner

*********************************************

"You're awful. I mean it, you're awful."

During his lunch break, Ross had turned off his tape recorder and made a beeline for the most private place he could manage - which happened to be the a corridor near the lunch area. With the exception of the occasional passer-by, it was pretty much secluded

Making it a perfect place to chew out his partner over the phone

"This is serious, I'm not here to play games. I need to be completely focused-"

"Oh fuck off, it was a bit of fun. Lighten up!"

"Right. So I can spam you during work then? Is that it?"

"Jesus, breathe! Not my fault, I thought your lunch was at 12!"

"It's not. It's at 1pm, I've told you this before."

By now, he was less frustrated by the misunderstanding and more frustrated by the sound of Lisgoe laughing on the other end of the phone

"It's not funny, I can't afford to draw attention to myself-"

"Deep breaths, you'll get over it."

Rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall, Ross let out a frustrated sigh. Joseph Lisgoe was going to be the death of him

"Aren't you meant to be working?"

"I've done most of it, and I haven't been called out yet." Lisgoe's voice then took a turn, falling into a lower, slightly gravelly register "I'm free for the rest of the day, so I'm talking to you."

Ross didn't like the sound of Lisgoe's voice in that moment. That wasn't because it sounded bad. In fact, it sounded good

Far too good

"Why do you sound like that?" He asked, keeping his voice steady

"Bored, sick of everyone's shite, I can't wait for the day to be over." There was a gentle sigh on the other end of the phone "I wanna go home."

That voice

That sigh

Ross knew it was being done deliberately

"I'm in public, Joseph." He warned "Don't do anything risky."

"Can't I tell you that I want to be home with you?"

"No. I know what you're doing."

A short pause

"You like it."

That whisper tone, I swear to-

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I'm not thick. Why else do you think I'm using it? I want you, and I know exactly how to get you."

Despite the sound of Lisgoe's voice being extremely pleasing, Ross couldn't help but roll his eyes and laugh slightly at his partner's arrogance

"Don't know why the fuck you're laughing, Ross."

"You sound so sure of yourself."

"Because I am. You know me, Ross, I get what I want."

"And you want-"

"I want to use you."

It was spoken so casually, but with an underlying edge to it. Something sharp yet completely flippant. There was something in the way he spoke that sent shivers down Ross' spine

"Use me?"

"Yeah." Lisgoe's voice dropped to a raspy half-whisper "Like I said, I'm wound the fuck up. I blame my co-workers, my boss from hell... and you."

"Me?" Ross furrowed his brows "Why? What have I done?"

"Well, I'm bored of my co-workers, I'm sick of my boss, and I'm so. Fucking. Desperate for you. So, with all that considered, I need an outlet. And I'll gladly smash all of it into you until you can't fucking talk."

At this point, Ross was extremely aware of his surroundings. Anyone could walk through at any point and see him like... well, like this. So much for "laying low". He really should've been annoyed at his partner for this, it could've jeoparised his whole operation

And he was annoyed, truly... his anger was just slightly distracted at the moment

"You're going to make me lose my job." He muttered "And, if I do, I swear to-"

"I can hang up if you want."

Ross was sure that Lisgoe knew he didn't want him to hang up. That was the worst part, he should've probably hung up ages ago. But that voice, so different to his partner's usual punchy loudness, was like a hypnosis spell. He was drawn to it, he wanted to... no, he refused to let his mind go there. If he went there, he'd never want to get out. His resolve would snaps

"Ross-"

"I have time." He said quickly, trying to level his voice "Plenty of it. But I need to go somewhere else."

"Part of the fun, the risk of getting caught."

"Joseph," he looked around, then spoke quietly into his phone "the whole point of this is that I blend in. How am I supposed to blend in when I'm in the middle of a corridor trying not to-"

"Alright, calm down! Just find an empty room, not my fault you're a whore for me."

Ross was too preoccupied with finding a private place to hear that

*********************************************

Why is it, whenever you actually need one of these rooms, they're being used?

In a last-ditch effort, he made his way to the men's bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed nobody was there. He locked himself into one of the cubicles and phoned his partner up again

The wait was agonizingly slow, he was convinced Lisgoe was letting it ring. Keeping him waiting. Toying with him

"I thought you'd pussy'd out."

"I thought you'd lost your phone," Ross retorted "is your eyesight going already?"

"Fuck you." Lisgoe muttered breathily, a chuckle colouring his words "Like I said before, I just wanted to talk to you. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Yes, because initiating phone sex while we're both in public spaces, when we both should be working is a very normal thing to do."

"Could've jerked off on call and made you listen, consider yourself lucky."

This was a really strange situation, if looked at from an outsider's perspective. Ross was in a cubicle of a restroom, that anyone could walk into, pants tight at the groin thanks to his partner - who wasn't even in the same room as him! What was even stranger was that Ross didn't even feel uncomfortable - well, sitting in a cubicle with semi-erect penis wasn't comfortable, but he found himself having no problem at all with the situation itself. Lisgoe's voice in his ear... talking like that...

"Ross? You still there-"

"I wouldn't mind that."

Pause. Then the velvety, dark laughter of Lisgoe from the other end of the phone. Ross bit down hard on his lower lip, his breathing stuttering

"Sometimes I forget how much of a slag you can be!" His partner teased. Then there was a sound, a sort of short groan that sent a pulsating wave through Ross' body "Christ, you don't make self-restraint easy."

The laugh that came out of Lisgoe was full of breath, then the laughter started the fizzle out as his breathing became more like bursts of soft pants. His voice sounded as if he were slowly starting to unravel, losing it's edge and keeping it's gravel

"Really... Really don't make it fucking easy."

It wasn't like Ross had never heard what Lisgoe sounded like when he was having sex, but hearing it this time felt different. Obviously, they weren't in the same room, so there was an added feeling of unobtainable need. Ross could hear him, he could picture him, but he couldn't touch him. He couldn't even have the simple pleasure of touching his partner

He found himself missing the way that heavy breathing felt against his bare skin, the way Lisgoe's cold waves sent shockwaves through him at every touch. Those hands... god those... fucking hands. Tough from hard work and strong as nails. Even though there was distance between them, Ross had memories the way those hands felt as they gripped at him, clawed at his skin, wrapped around his throat...

God's sake, why is he so far away?

"Ross," Lisgoe's voice, smoky and commanding, broke him out of his thoughts "I want you to do exactly what I tell you."

Ross closed his eyes, trying to collect his voice before speaking, wanting to keep it as steady as possible. He managed to position himself so that any... mess he made would go into the toilet instead of a wall

"Yes, OK."

"What did you just say?" Hissed the grainy tone of his partner "Repeat that."

"I said yes." He tried to keep his voice as quiet as possible, praying that nobody would decide to walk in - which was a stupid thing to hope, considering it was a public space "Make it quick, I can't risk-"

"Touch yourself." If Lisgoe kept speaking in that authoritative, almost whispered tone, Ross wasn't sure how long he'd last "Over your trousers. If you jizz before I say you can, then god help you."

Biting his lower lip again to muffle the sound he knew he'd make, Ross pressed the palm of his hand against his groin. Immediately, relief surged through him and it took a great deal of self-control, which he prided himself on, to massage himself slowly like he was asked to. Joseph's name tumbled from his lips in a low moan

Click

Creak

The shuffling of several pairs of shoes

Of course this is when people walk in...

"What's going on?" Lisgoe had snapped his voice back to its regular, if slightly breathless, tone

"It's fine," shockingly, Ross' voice came out relatively normal, as if this was a normal phone call "a few people just came in."

"Right. Carry on."

At first, he thought his partner was joking. Ross waited for a laugh or, at the very least, a chuckle. There wasn't one

"Joseph." His voice dropped to a quiet murmur "Are you sure-"

"Listen to me." That voice again: soft, hissing, hints of gravel. It set Ross off all over again "You're not done. I'm not done. Neither of us are finished here. So you're gonna jerk that cock of yours until you either scream into your hand or those bastards outside know my fucking name."

Ross hesitated. Not because he didn't want to do it, he'd been reckless up until now so it seemed odd to stop now. It was just something he wasn't used to, the combination of nerves and thrill. A good sort of nervous, a fun sort of nervous

"You don't have to-"

"No, that'll be fine." He said into the phone, hoping to deliver a false sense of banality to those outside "It might just take a bit."

"Go slowly," Lisgoe murmured, now more of a piece of advice than a demand "if you go slow, you won't make as much noise."

Nodding, Ross let his hand fall back into position and continued, biting his lower lip to muffle the sound

"Good boy." Lisgoe breathed down the phone, which seemed to spur his partner on even more "Doing so fucking well."

Ross let his head leaned back as his hand moved. He could feel him whole body contract slightly, he let out a breathy, whimpered curse - instantly clamping his hand over his mouth. His heart dropped and his eyes darted towards the door, trying to gague if he was heard

Of course, Lisgoe found it very funny

"Careful, Ross." He teased "Would be a shame if someone saw you looking so fucking needy."

"Asshole." Ross muttered in retaliation

"You alright in there?" Called a voice from outside

Damn it, damn it, damn it-

"Yes." Ross responded quickly "I'm fine."

"Are you sure-"

"Just a stomach ache. I'll live."

"OK..." the voice didn't sound sure but, to Ross' relief, he heard footsteps as the group started to leave

He let his breathing fall a little heavier

"That was close." He murmured

"Speaking of things being close-"

"How original."

"Could've been a real dick."

Pause. Shuffling on the other end. Heavy breathing

"Could've told you exactly what I wanna do to you."

The way Lisgoe sighed those words caused Ross' to adjust himself, wanting to aim in the toilet as opposed to his trousers. Damn it, as annoying as he was, that voice was enough to cloud his rationality

"What would you do?" He closed his eyes, his breathing shaky "If we were together, right now, what would you do?"

"What wouldn't I do? Fuck, Ross, you wouldn't be able to breathe or walk afterwards."

Subconciously, Ross felt his hand pumping even quicker, his breaths coming out in pants

"You'd be a pathetic pulp with teethmarks and bruises all over your body."

Ross could hear his partner groan softly and it very nearly sent him over the edge

"Joseph... I'm-"

"Stop pumping."

He obliged

"What's the time, Ross?" His tone had changed to its usual register

Taking a few seconds to adjust to the sudden change, Ross quickly checked the time on his phone

"5 to 2, why?"

"Oh shite, I'm sorry." Lisgoe remarked innocently "Your lunchbreak ends in 5 minutes, I should let you get there."

"No. You're not leaving me here." Ross tried to sound assertive, but the immense pressure in his groin was set to burst like flames and he was struggling to ignore it

"I know how important work is to you, I'd hate to get in the way of it."

Gritting his teeth and welding his eyes shut, Ross gripped the top of the toilet backrest. The last thing he wanted, even now, was to give Lisgoe the satisfaction of his complete submission

"Joseph." He managed to strangle out of himself "I swear-"

"Beg."

Damn that tone

Damn that rasp

Damn the guts he has to ask such a thing

"You gone fucking deaf?" Lisgoe snapped "I said beg for it, you little slut."

Fuck him

God, I would

Don't think that, it'll make things worse

But I absolutely fucking would

"Joseph, I'll finish myself if you don't-"

"Excuse me?"

Lisgoe's voice had lost it's gentleness, which had been replaced with vicious command - a dangerous quality soaking his words

"Ross Gaines what the fresh fuck did you just say to me?"

"... I said I'd finish off myself."

It was stupid, and Ross was desperate, but it was the voice. That's all he could say

"Finishing yourself off in a public restroom because you couldn't wait?" Lisgoe's voice dripped with teasing mockery "God, I didn't realise I was with a desperate little whore-"

"Then let me." Ross snapped harshly, not caring if anyone was there "Please. It's painful. Don't be difficult!" He opened his mouth to speak again, but it came out in a strangled whimper - Ross was too overwhelmed to care

Silence

Then a dark chuckle

"Go on," he whispered, soft as a prayer yet tantalisingly gritty "do it for me."

That was all the permission Ross needed, and it wasn't long until Lisgoe followed suit

For a moment, they stayed there, breathing in near-perfect unison. Although it was tricky, Ross just managed to stand on his shaky legs

"Feeling better, Ross?" There was a smugness to his tone that Ross would've been annoyed by if he wasn't so exhausted "Ross?"

"Fine... I'll live."

"Take the day off, come home. You're too fucked to go back."

Ross considered this. On one hand, he hadn't missed a day since the first, and he really needed to collect more evidence from Pauline. However, he had mentioned a stomach ache to someone earlier, so that could be used in his favour... and he really did feel his focus wavering

"Don't try anything, I don't have the energy-"

"Jesus, I'm not that bad! You sound like you need to hibernate!"

"OK, can we drop this? I get it, I'm tired." In spite of himself, Ross' lips formed a smile "I'll see you in about 10 minutes."

"I'll be outside." Lisgoe said "Take your time to pretend you haven't just jerked off in a toilet."

"And who's idea was it?"

Lisgoe just laughed on the other end and, despite himself, Ross found himself laughing too - if at nothing else, at the sheer thrill and strangeness of it all