#how cheesy

[xiyade]

BOTH OF THEM ARE REALLY SITTING THERE EACH WORRIED FOR HIS OWN BF I HATE THIS SHOW AAAAAAAA

[valsedelesruines]

On love.

[bee-kathony]

Tales From Fraser’s Ridge | Part 36 “The doctor is in”

a/n: I made a poll on twitter and most people voted for a one shot about Claire being ill and Jamie being the doctor so I give you this.... whatever this is ;) and as always, thank you to @julesbeauchamp for the lovely moodboard! nsfw

Missing Moments 

I can count the number of times I have been sick on one hand. Once, when I was very young and traveling with Lamb in Egypt — I’d come down with a fever after eating something questionable the locals had offered me.

The next time I had gotten sick was during the war, it was cold and rainy and I lain in bed, thinking that I would be dead by morning. And I had gotten sick when Brianna had come home from school with the flu; we had wallowed in self pity, eating bowls and bowls of chicken soup.

Now, I was sick again, but without the modern amenities I desperately wanted right now. I prided myself on my almost immaculate immune system, having never gotten sick the first time I traveled through the stones. I blamed it entirely on Jamie. He had come home two days ago from hunting, his skin fevered and sweaty.

I’d tried to push him off of me, but his strong arms only wrapped tighter around my waist as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. He slept like the dead that night, his mouth open and his nose clogged. The next morning, I woke with a splitting headache and by that night, I had been ordered for bed rest and broth.

I barely slept at all last night, my body aching, my limbs feeling heavy. Jamie emitted so much body heat that at some point, I had begged him to sleep somewhere else — anywhere but next to me. He had begrudgingly complied and made a sort of palate on the ground next to my side of the bed, his hand resting lightly on my ankle.

More than just feeling achey, I felt rather useless. Normally at this hour, I would be doing the washing or sitting out in my garden, but there was no way I would be getting out of bed for the foreseeable future.

Just as I shut my eyes against the harsh light streaming in the bedroom, the door opened to reveal Brianna, holding Adso in her arms.

“Hello, Mama,” she said quietly. “I brought you a cold cloth. Da is still digging around in your surgery trying to find all the things on your list.”

“Thank you darling,” I smiled and weakly patted the bed for her to sit down. “Are you feeling alright?”

She came to sit beside me, letting Adso climb onto my lap.

“Me? Oh yes, I feel fine. Everyone seems to be perfectly healthy too in case you were wondering,” she grinned, reading my glass face. “Jemmy was asking if he could come see you, but I told him not yet.”

“I wish I could hold him,” I said sadly, wanting nothing more than a cuddle from my grandson, but I settled with a few pets to my wee cat and he purred against my hand. “If I had finished preparing my last batch of penicillin, I could have tried it out.”

“You would have been the perfect test subject for that,” Bree agreed. “Knowing exactly how it would feel and everything.”

My head started to pound and I winced. Brianna placed the cold cloth on my forehead and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Feel better, Mama and get some rest. We’ll take care of things out there.”

“I love you,” I said softly and let my head fall back on the pillow. My eyes were shut so I only heard when she left, closing the door gently behind her.  

In my dreams, I was back in the OR. My hands were gloved and ready for surgery and I found myself standing over an open cavity. It was always a thrill to feel a warm body against my fingers and know that I had the power to heal and fix people’s pain.

It was a simple operation on a male, middle aged with appendicitis. My brain shut off while my hands worked. There was nothing to think about, nothing to feel but the warmth of a human body beneath me.

Just as I cut the last of the tissue, the monitors started beeping and the patient’s heart rate dropped at a dangerous rate.

“What happened?” I shouted, but when I looked up I found that I was all alone. The body beneath me start to convulse and blood spurted up and onto my chest and face. He was dying.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I muttered as I shoved my hands back in to stop the bleeder, but it wasn’t working. A second later, the tell tale sign of loss of life came beeping loudly all around me. I’d lost him.

As I pulled my hands out and angrily yanked my gloves off, I caught a glimpse of red hair. My breath caught in my chest as I took a step forward and lifted the cover off the patient’s face. The man who had just died looked exactly like Jamie. I stared at his lifeless body and when I saw the triangle scar on his chest, I screamed.

“Claire!”

Hands were on my shoulders, lightly shaking me and my eyes flew open. It was his face, the patient’s face staring back at me. It was a dream… just a dream.

“Are ye okay, Sassenach?” Jamie looked worried and I feared what I had said in my sleep.

Still trying to rid myself of a ghost, I simply nodded my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close.

“I had a nightmare,” I said into his chest.

“What about?” His warm hand rubbed slow circles on my back.

“I was in a surgery, operating on a patient,” I started and explained how it felt good to hold a scalpel again, to feel that rush that an operation brought. “Everything was going fine, but then the man started to bleed and he died on the table.”

“Och, twas just a bad dream, a nighean. Ye didna kill anybody,” he comforted me and I pulled back to look at his face, almost to make sure that he was really there.

“That wasn’t the worst part, Jamie,” I said, my voice still weak. “It was you, you were the patient that died.”

My words must have struck something, and he shivered. His hands came up to rest on my cheeks, his thumb brushing against my lip.

“Well, I’m no dead yet, Sassenach. Yer dreams may try to kill me off, but I’m no plannin’ on dyin’ just yet.”

“Good,” I grinned and he helped me to lay back against the pillows. After the rush of adrenaline from my nightmare, my body was now beginning to feel the same aches and pains as before.

“Besides the nightmare, are ye okay?” He asked.

“As good as one can be,” I shrugged. “I feel quite chilled all of a sudden though. And my whole body still aches as if I’ve been run over by a bus.”

Jamie snorted and reached for my pot of camphor beside the bed. “I dinna ken what a bus is, mo nighean donn, but I reckon it wouldn’t feel good to be run over by. Is it anything like a horse?”

“A very big horse,” I laughed and then that turned into a fit of coughing.

“Lie still, my own,” Jamie dipped two fingers into the camphor and the smell of it filled the room — as much as my nose would allow me to smell anyways. With his other hand, he loosened the front of my bodice and then applied the salve to my chest.

“This shite stinks to high heavens,” he cursed and scrunched his nose up. “Ye best be glad ye canna use that nose of yers.”

“I don’t mind the smell,” I admitted and then sighed as his warm hands methodically worked the salve into my skin. He had rough hands with callouses, but a nice firm touch as well.

“That’s cause all ye do is smell odd things all day, Sassenach,” he chuckled. I let my eyes shut as my husband massaged the salve onto my skin. Now that I was feeling chilly, thought still possibly with a fever, Jamie’s warmth was a welcome.

One hand left my chest, but returned with more salve while the other managed to push down my chemise from my shoulders and well past my breasts. My nipples hardened at the new chill of the air, but Jamie’s hands closed around them.

“Mmm,” I moaned as he ran his thumb firmly around in circles.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked.

“Not there,” I opened one eye. “But it feels good, don’t stop.”

His body vibrated with a laugh above me, and I melted at his touch. It was bliss to have him touch me, and it was bliss now to feel his quiet strength flow into my body. So many times, I was the healer. I was the one to mend and fix a broken body, it was rare that I was on the receiving end of such attention.

Jamie’s hands cupped my breasts, fingers lightly stroking the underside and then moving upwards. I was surprised when I felt my stomach tighten as he ran his thumbs over and over my nipples. I knew that I could arouse Jamie at any moment with the lightest of touches, but I was shocked to find that I was clenching my thighs, trying to relieve some of the building ache.

“Does it hurt anywhere else, a nighean?”

“My arms and legs,” I replied. “My joints feel like they’ve been stretched and yanked.”

My own personal doctor dipped his hand back into the salve and then started to massage my wrist up to my elbow and back down again. His repetitive movements reminded me of another, more painful time.

I had lain in a bed, my body aching with the loss of my first child when Master Raymond had come to me. His hands had emitted a strange blue light as he pressed and kneaded my body. Crackles of light had flooded my eyes, and soon the pain lessened. I hadn’t thought of Faith in so long, but no amount of time would heal my heart from losing her.

Once Jamie finished massaging both arms, he moved down to the end of the bed and lifted one leg into his lap. Warm hands covered my ankle, twisting and pressing against the joint. A soft moan left my lips, and I opened my eyes to see Jamie’s face turned down, focusing on his task.

“You would make a very good doctor,” I muttered.

“Oh, aye?”

“Well, you do have rather large hands so it might be hard to keep steady hold of a scalpel,” I said and then flexed my foot as he ran his thumb along the arch of it.

“I hold a pistol just fine,” he said. “I think I could hold a wee knife.”

“Oooo,” I groaned as his hands moved along my calf and pressed around my knee.

“Did I hurt ye?” He stopped his ministrations.

I shook my head, “No. I’m just sore, but it feels good.”

He moved his hand to my other leg, repeating the same motion. Being sick wasn’t too bad if it meant I could have Jamie rub my body with salves and lotions. Imagining Jamie as a doctor brought me back to thinking about my nightmare. Seeing his lifeless body there was not something I ever wanted to experience.

There was always a chance that when I said goodbye to him that it could be the last time I did so. When I had chosen to come back to this time — to him — I had left a certain sense of safety behind. The world I lived in still had bad people that did bad things, but there was a risk here that scared me every time Jamie wasn’t by my side.

I usually never entertained these kinds of thoughts, but my mind was as fatigued as my body, so they were not held at bay.

A squeak left my mouth as Jamie’s hands pressed against my thigh, his thumb grazing between my legs. The warmth in my belly spread, and I felt a light sweat break out on my upper lip.

“Is this helpin’?” He asked as he scooped up more slave and rubbed it in his hands.

“Mmm, very much,” I said. “Can you rub some on my abdomen?”

“Does that hurt too, Sassenach?” He asked innocently and I pushed down my chemise, revealing my stomach. Jamie pulled down the material and with what energy I had left, I kicked it off the bed and too the ground.

“I ken yer sick, mo ghraidh, but seein’ ye naked and rubbin’ yer body…” he trailed off, his eyes grazing said body. Leaning over, Jamie pressed both hands to my abdomen, applying a gentle pressure.

“You wouldn’t try and take advantage of a sick patient, would you, Jamie?” I smirked.

He scoffed and his hands pressed down over my pubic bone before gliding back up. I wiggled my hips a bit, arching my back to his touch.

“I think it’s ye who is tryin’ to take advantage of me!”

“Me?” I placed my hand over his wrist, pushing it down until it rested between my legs. “I’m just telling you where the pain is.”

“Pain, huh?” He cocked his brow and looked down where his hand rested over me. “I ken a way to make ye feel better in that sense, Sassenach.”

“Oh, you do?” I grinned, already feeling the restorative powers that his body gave me.

“Ye must promise to lie verra still, a nighean. Let me take care of ye for once,” he said. I did as he said and laid flat on the bed, and watched as he undressed and came to hover over me, fully naked.

“I’m not sure this is the prescribed medication,” I chuckled at my own pun and moaned as his hands spread my legs.

“Agh! Woman,” he muttered, pressing his lips to mine. “All ye’ve done is lay in bed, forcing me to rub yer smooth skin. I dinna care what kind of medicine this is.” With that, he pressed forward and slid inside me.

All I wanted to do was throw my arms and legs around him, and take him deeper, but my limbs begged me not to. So I lay quite still, just basking in the feel of him. His cock filled me, and I slid my hand up and down his side, feeling the goosebumps rise on his flesh.

We had made love once while I had a splitting headache, and after my orgasm I found that it had disappeared. Sex wasn’t a cure, but it was a remedy I was willing to try.

Jamie’s hands were tender and his thrusts were gentle and I could tell he was holding back. I wanted to urge him on, but I knew he was being careful not to cause me further harm. My body was slick with the salve and he moved against me, warm and slick.

“Oh God,” I moaned, arching my back. His mouth descended on my neck, his length touching me so deeply as I came around him, my whole body quivering. With a grunt of his own, Jamie came and rested his body briefly on top of mine before rolling off.

If I was chilled before, I was absolutely drenched in sweat now from the exertion. The smell of camphor filled my nose and I sneezed.

“Christ, it does stink in here,” I said.

“Och, I see ye got yer sense of smell back,” he chucked beside me, his own forehead damp.

“Apparently so,” I giggled then and then sighed.

“I had every intention of waitin’ to do that until ye were better, Sassenach,” Jamie admitted and rolled onto his side, his head resting in his hand.

“Well, I made no such promises,” I grinned. “But I do think that’s worn me out!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he tried to wink which only made me laugh. I shivered as my body calmed down and I reached for Jamie, pulling him close.

“Warm me up.”

“I thought ye said I was too hot,” he said, but wrapped both arms around me.

“You were last night, but now you’re just perfect.”

“Maybe ye should get sick more often, a nighean if it leads to that,” he grinned.

I laughed and looked up at him. “I don’t need to be sick to do… that.”

“Aye, twas mostly me that did all the work.”

I slapped him lightly with my hand and then laid my head against his chest. “Just you wait until I regain all my faculties, then we’ll see who does the work.”

“I canna wait,” he smiled and squeezed me to him.

It wasn’t long before I dozed off, feeling significantly better than hours before. With my warm furnace of a husband to take care of me, I knew I would be on the mend soon.

[dokidoki-tae]

Even when facing and accepting death, Kaneki found himself fighting for his life. Memories of Hide flashed before his eyes as a blade came to piece his skull.

Don’t die

It was always his voice he heard in those critical last moments when he faced a new opponent the CCG through at him.

Don’t die

Kaneki managed to dodge and inflict a wound on the sword-wielding human. The CCG’s lapdogs have become more skilled in holding a weapon, even Kaneki had a hard time dealing with them. 

Noting the wound, Kaneki discerned that the wound was deep enough to handicap the human so Kaneki would make an escape.

I can’t find it in myself to hurt a human

You were nothing like them, but why do I see you in them? 

Did I pierce through you so easily like that?

Were you so fragile, too?

Using his kagune, Kaneki flew from building to building like a wingless angel. A few minutes passed when he paused to rest, and Kaneki watched each star shimmer, smiling brightly at him. Even as the sun sets and the earth is engulfed in darkness, the moon and stars never allowed him to be submerged in complete numbness. 

A shiver ran up Kaneki’s spine, and he felt his nose tingle. Even with the title ‘King,’ even he was susceptible to colds.

Take care of yourself

 “Hide,” Kaneki spoke aloud. It was the first time in years that he allowed Hide’s name to pass through his lips. Even among his friends, Kaneki never let himself utter his name in front of others. His heart ached when he imagine Goat asking about him. How would he explain? How would be begin to describe the type of person Hide was?

Would he talk about how funny he was? Would he talk about how he protected him as kids? Would he talk about how he saved his life? Would he tell them about how kind he was? Would he tell them he died? Could he say, out loud, that he killed him?

It’s okay

The cold wind stung his eyes dripping with tears. Even as he pressed his fingers against the corner of his eyes, Kaneki shoulders and lips trembled as he fought back bitter thoughts. 

“I wish Hide never met me,” Kaneki murmured. Touka quietly approached and sat next to him, looking out into the bright city lights. They were just like the stars. She knew Kaneki had gone out again and would try to play the role of the lone-wolf hero, and now she found him alone and crying on top of a deteriorating rooftop. 

“He’d still be alive, if we never met,” It took all his willpower for Kaneki to maintain control or else he would have broken down in front of her. She could only watch, her heart filled with empathy as she thought about Yoriko. What kind of person would she be if she killed Yoriko...

“But,” Kaneki continued as Touka thought of her own human friend, “I can’t but be happy to have met him.” Face stained with tears, Kaneki couldn’t help but smile, thinking about the moment Hide introduced himself. There was snot running down his nose then, Kaneki chuckled as he wiped his own nose. 

“Nagachika-” Touka begin, gaining Kaneki’s full attention, “had a good heart, I realized that when I spoke to him at Kamii...”

“Kamii?”

“I went with Nishiki to check out the campus, because I wanted to attend,” Touka slowly revealed, “and I ran into him. He was taking down posters that said you were missing.”

Kaneki eyes shot open. He opened his mouth to ask more, but he let her continue without interrupting.

“He talk about you, and he helped me understand you a bit more. I was grateful for that. Even then, I had a feeling he knew about us, but he still treated me like I was normal, like we were friends, and he trusted me with a secret too.” Touka smiled softly when she thought back of that moment years ago. “You should never feel regret for knowing someone like him.”

“Touka-chan...I” Before Kaneki could finish, Touka got up, stretched, and walked back to the roof entrance. “I’m heading back. Gotta open shop early tomorrow.” Looking back, Touka flashed him a sympathetic smile. “Don’t freeze to death out here. I’m sure Hide wouldn’t want that.” And shut the door.

Kaneki wrapped his arms around his should and rubbed them for warmth. Before, Kaneki would have never believed that Touka would say such things about Hide. If someone had told him that she would have befriended Hide, he would have laughed. You always find your way into others’ hearts.

Soon, the stars became brighter, and Kaneki decided it was time to head back officially. 

Hide, even if I fall from the sky, you’ll always be there to catch me again. Even when I want to die, I can’t help but remember those nights as we stared at the stars. When I look up into the sky, I remember your smile, and it makes me want to live on to see the stars again. 

[boomboom80s]

Without fame in your life, your first and second home loses its light. See I can write too…..

[masteredshadows]

That night, a text is sent to Zed's phone--- the first of many to come. [msg]: Would it be a good time to mention that the pocketwatch is actually a cursed artifact from an old German witch? My plan was to get rid of all those pesky tourists, but I had a change of heart and decided to warn you.

Vladimir hastily sends another text a few moments later. [msg]: Just kidding, of course! I would never try to curse a customer, tourist or otherwise.

     Zed allows the phone to sit a few moments, distracted by a rather perplexing bug in his code. He has checked and rechecked each and every line – by all rights, everything should be working perfectly, and yet, for some godforsaken reason, the damn thing breaks the moment he tries to run it.

     He lets out an exasperated sigh, then swivels the office chair around and over to the phone. As he picks it up, it buzzes again, the screen flashing with a small image of a letter with a red circle enclosing a 2 attached to its corner. Zed slides his finger on the screen, unlocking the device, leaning back in his chair, and kicking his feet onto the table. When he sees who the message is from, he stiffens, unsure of how to react. 

     In the hours since the conversation, Zed had managed to convince himself that this is dumb, that he shouldn’t indulge such feelings when Vladimir only has information to offer him. There are plenty of other people he could entertain himself with, people who don’t own a gun to shoot him with when things do, inevitably, go sour.

     Despite this, despite the logical part of his brain desperately attempting to throttle him into thinking sensibly, Zed taps out a reply, a smile crossing his face without his notice.

     Once he finishes typing out the messages, Zed stares at them a moment.

      Hm. Perhaps he should put effort into texting properly, for once. He would hate to be recognised for such a simple mistake.

     It takes just one more moment to fix the messages, deleting emojis and inserting full words instead of poor abbreviations, at which point Zed presses send, staring at the phone for another moment.

     Well. His code can wait, really. If he has been unable to figure anything out in the last half an hour, why would he be able to now? His brain needs a break, to relax -- he can look at it tomorrow, when his mind is rested and fresh.

     Yes. Of course.

[text]: Thought I was going to have a heart attack.[text]: After such a delightful conversation you’d still consider cursing me? How cruel.[text]: I am glad to see your message, though. I’d hate to let such a fascinating mystery slip by… 

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@mythshaped  replied to your post “   “Alright, but some of those kinks on that list aren’t even...”

zou vc: embrace ur kinks

   “I’ll embrace them if I can try some of those out with you, darling..”

[ofdamnation]

@simpaticos!

the second his favourite female finally shows face outside of his car, he’s quick to unlock it and let her in. he scoffs playfully, head shaking as he takes in the sight he’s graced with. “ yah... how am i supposed to take you out when you look this good ? i can’t have other men seeing you like this... come on, get in the car before someone steals you from me. ”