Ed, I have returned with another AU idea for you. The EddieTommy one! How about some Tommy and Eddie as Catholic school boys - classmates or schoolmates or maybe they're attending rival schools and competing against each other in some extra-curricular (sports or non-sports)?
Alright alright alriiiiight, Eddie's older or Tommy's younger or both idk
1. Eddie's new to the baseball team, but he played Little League since he could hold a bat. It lasted longer than dancing, because he'd quit that over two years ago after his parents killed the fun of it. The only reason the same thing didn't happen with baseball is because his dad never played, and they put money into extra stuff for dancing instead of extra baseball coaching. But he's good enough to get on the team when he's a freshman, he plays JV and watches the varsity team play and wishes he could join them. He's just finished a game when one of the varsity players comes up up him, the guy on second base. "You're good, you know that?" he says, and Eddie flushes and shoves his glove into his bag. "Thanks," he says, trying to keep his voice from doing anything embarrassing or weird. "I've seen you guys, I hope I can get on the team next year." "Eh, you probably will," the guy says. "A few of us are graduating, so if you talk to Stevens about it now, he'll like that you took initiative." He introduces himself as Tommy and has to meet his friends, but he just wanted Eddie to know he should definitely try out for varsity the next year.
2. It's hard to keep track of people when everyone wears the same uniform, harder still when Eddie's a freshman, but he notices Tommy around the halls. He's got his friend group, other jocks and they're boisterous and seem to all be close. He doesn't ever have one of the girls under his arm, but there's a few who look like they want to be. At lunch, Eddie sees him wrestle around with one of the guys until a sister steps in and reprimands them, but the guys are both grinning, even though their blazers are askew and their hair is fucked up. And he suddenly has to grab his backpack and shove it in his lap and pretend to look through it while he thinks, "Fuck, now, really? Why?" And he tosses the whole thing around in his head over and over and it gets embarrassing and weird really fast, so he tries not to think about it at all, even if he doesn't always believe what the nuns and priests say.
3. Shannon is cool and fun and hot, so Eddie distracts himself with her and doesn't think about how he keeps comparing her to a senior baseball player. He likes being with her, really likes when they start doing more beyond just kissing and holding hands, but sometimes when she's on top of him he holds her tight like it could make her weigh more.
4. Eddie makes varsity, he's good enough to keep going through senior year. His parents are talking scholarships and scouting and extra coaching, though, and he's ready to give it up. He's at the field after practice ends one night, hitting balls since he promised he'd lock up the pitching machine after. "Goddamn, what'd that last one do to you?" a voice says from behind the backstop. Eddie turns and a ball sails past him, and he flinches when it hits the boards. But he realizes he knows the person. "Tommy?" he says, squinting. Another ball comes, and he jogs out to turn the machine off. When he's done, Tommy's coming around the fence and bends to grab a ball that had drifted near first base. He tosses it to Eddie, hard enough that it stings a little when he catches it barehanded. "How you been, Diaz?" Tommy asks with a grin, and Eddie feels his stomach flutter. Fuck.
5. Tommy's back in town for something family related, he doesn't say what and Eddie doesn't ask. They end up hitting and fielding for each other, and Eddie asks if he's still playing. "Nah, I didn't go to college," Tommy says. "I enlisted. I'm a pilot now." It explains the near buzzcut he's sporting. Tommy used to have longer hair, almost curly. It would stick up weird when he took his cap or helmet off. Eddie asks him about the Army, finds out he's a helicopter pilot. It's pretty cool, honestly. "I don't know what I'm gonna do," Eddie admits. "I thought about enlisting. My parents want me to be an engineer like my dad." "What do you like doing?" Tommy asks, and Eddie shrugs. "What, you hate everything?" "Nah, I like baseball, don't want to try going pro, though," he says. "I used to dance. Can't really do anything with that. I dunno. I just don't want to sit in an office. You said you're doing medevac, and that sounds like it's actually doing something. Helping people." Tommy looks out to the field for a long moment. "There's stuff you hear and see that's hard to shake," he says finally. "So there's a price. I'm glad I'm doing it, though. Maybe not for the military, but I can do it after. Get hired by a city or something." "How long you in town for?" Eddie asks. "Few weeks," Tommy says.
6. Eddie's at a party, and he goes out back and sees Tommy talking to a few guys. They used to be on the team, too, but between Tommy and Eddie. They still played with him, one of them must've invited him. Eddie tries to not make a beeline for him, but it's not long before he's in the circle and talking about whatever the fuck. Every time he makes Tommy laugh, he feels the beer fizz in his stomach. They end up on a beer pong team together, and Tommy nudges him with his elbow and leans in close to whisper what cup to go for next, that he should rerack after so Tommy can clean up the next one. They win, they celebrate loudly and obnoxiously, flexing and roaring while empty Solo cups get pelted at them. Later, Eddie's gotta walk home and walk off some of the beer. If he gets in late enough, his parents won't wake up. But then a hand lands on his shoulder. "Going my way?" Tommy teases, and Eddie nods.
7. They're cutting through a park and trying not to be too loud, because people will absolutely call the cops on them. But Eddie's leaning against a tree and doubled over laughing as Tommy tells a stupid story from flight training, and he leans against the trunk and tries to catch his breath. When he looks over, Tommy's grinning and then he's not, and then Eddie's reaching for Tommy's neck and pulling him into a kiss. He expects to get punched or shoved or laughed at, but Tommy groans deep and low and puts a hand at Eddie's hip and another in his hair as he kisses him back. They make out like that, desperate and messy, and Eddie's hard in his jeans and cums when Tommy pushes against him, trapping him between his body and the tree. "Goddamn, you're so fucking hot," Tommy says against his neck. He pulls his dick out and there's just a couple fast strokes before he's moaning against Eddie's jaw and cumming on the ground.
8. They don't talk about it. Eddie has to do his own laundry in the morning when he's a little hungover, and he blows off plans with Shannon, who definitely wants to get back together, and he tells his mom he doesn't feel good because the burger place the team went to must've undercooked his food. She fusses over him, and he lets it happen and watches TV in his room. When he gets out of the shower that night, there's a pebble being tossed at his window like he's in a fucking movie. He pokes his head out and sees Tommy leaning against a beat up truck. Eddie slips out, and they drive outside of town to a field and get in the bed of the truck on some musty blankets and make out until they've got their hands in each other's jeans. Eddie gets his dick sucked while he's staring up at the stars, and he hauls Tommy up for a kiss after and urges him down until he's being almost crushed by him.
9. They're eating Burger King after, and Eddie asks Tommy if he had a thing for him before. "Fuck no, you were a skinny little freshman," Tommy says, snorting. "You looked thirteen. Why, did you have a crush?" And Eddie shovels fries in his mouth and doesn't answer, which is answer enough.
10. Whatever's going on with Tommy's family is enough to make him quiet and introspective, but it's not enough to keep him from wanting to fool around. Maybe it's a distraction. Eddie's apparently okay with being a distraction, because he can't get enough of Tommy. If he's not at school or practice or a game, he's with Tommy. One afternoon, Tommy picks him up from school and takes him to a motel room and wraps Eddie's tie around his hand and drags him to the bed. They still don't do more than suck each other off at first, but now they can be naked. Or mostly naked. Eddie's uniform is still mostly on, and Tommy confesses he never hooked up with any dudes from school but it made him have a thing for the uniform. And then he disappears when Eddie's napping and comes back and has lube and condoms, and Eddie's surprised when Tommy hands him both and asks if he's ever fucked anyone before. "I'm not about to have your first time be in a random motel, dude," Tommy says flatly. "And I've done it before. And I like it." So Eddie fucks him and then does it again immediately after, feeling like he could do this all night. Except he has to get home, and Tommy says he's gotta take care of some stuff before he leaves.
11. Eddie goes outside when he sees Tommy's truck pull up. It's late, his parents are asleep. Tommy's in a suit, his tie taken off, and his eyes are swollen and red. "My mom's funeral was today," he explains, and Eddie hugs him tight. He hugs him while Tommy sobs and howls from the safety of his truck cab. He tells Eddie he's leaving in the morning, and they kiss and kiss until Tommy has to leave. Eddie has his email address, his private one. But then a few days later, Shannon drags him into a corner at school and hisses that she's pregnant.
12. Eddie's wandering through the station and comes across old group photos. He scans them, smiling at the big mustaches and old pictures of Hen and Chimney. But then he sees a guy standing next to Chimney and grinning, and he freezes. He grabs Chimney and asks him if the guy still works for the LAFD, if he was still alive. "Yeah, dude, Tommy's just at Harbor," Chimney says, cracking his gum. "You still talk to him?" Eddie asks, and Chimney nods. "C-can I have his number? We, uh, went to high school together." So Chimney does, and Eddie takes three days to call. When he does, Tommy says, "Hello?" And Eddie smiles and says, "Hey. Uh. It's Eddie. Diaz." And there's a long beat and Tommy says, "Holy shit."
13. They meet for a beer. Tommy's hair's grown out, he's leaned out a little from when he was in the Army but he's still huge, and he's got laugh lines. He still gives good hugs. They tuck into a booth in the corner of the bar, and Eddie unlocks his phone and pushes it over. "So I had a kid right after high school and joined the military," he says. "Hm, I almost married a woman a few years ago," Tommy says. They talk for a while, for a few hours, actually. And then they get up, and they go outside and Eddie tugs Tommy in by his belt loop. "You wanna get out of here?" he asks, and Tommy nods before kissing him.
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Digital copies of the zine We Are Enough are now available for purchase! The physical copies will be available for purchase around mid-June 2026. They have been delayed due to some formatting issues, and we are still waiting for the proof copies of the zine to be received and approved. Digital copies that are purchased will be sent out at the end of the purchasing window.
Decal packs are also available for purchase. The We Are Enough pack comes with three decals and can only be mailed out within the USA.
The purchasing window for the digital copies and the decal packs is from June 1st, 2026 to July 1st, 2026.
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We Are Enough digital copy purchase link: HERE
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We Are Enough profits will be split and donated between two charities: The Okra Project and the National Indigenous Women's Resource Center. Learn more about these charities from this post: HERE
this awesome zine features art and stories from some of your favorite fandom creators staring your favorite queer 911 characters!!! i had the utmost honor to illustrate not only the front and back covers of this, but i also have two illustrations inside that i hope you will enjoy!
physical print copy link will be added soon as well š„°
proceeds go to two amazing charities so please consider purchasing a copy or even some awesome stickers for your car, laptop, toolbox, etc! if you canāt contribute monetarily, you can still help raise money by sharing this around š
Buck and Chris help Eddie set up a profile on a dating site (why ??? Donāt ask questions) but they leave preferences pretty open (on purpose or not who could say) so he matches with men and feels some type of way about it. He doesnāt have his face on his profile, and keeps it pretty anonymousāand then he matches with someone he figures out pretty quickly is Josh Russo. Josh doesnāt know itās Eddie thoāso like texting fic of Eddie slowly opening up to him? āPracticingā flirting with a man until he realizes he wants to flirt with Josh for real actually? Just a slow blossoming friendship that leads to a relationship? Or they get real nasty real fast and Eddie has to deal with a sudden influx of horny feelings heās hiding from his friends? ENDLESS OPTIONS
1. Eddie is digging through the junk drawer in the kitchen and feeling like he's lost his mind. "Christopher! Are you sure you didn't see my phone?" he calls. The answer is a suspicious silence. He squints and listens. Buck and Chris are supposed to be putting together a Lego set they'd both been excited about, some space thing. There should be arguing, teamwork, jokes, them getting sidetracked, something. He goes to his son's room and pushes open the door just as Buck hides the phone behind his back. "Dude, seriously?" Eddie says, clamping a hand on Buck's shoulder so he can't squirm away and reaching behind him to grab the phone. He's about to change his passcode to something obscure. Screw his kid's birthday, he's putting something like Charlie Hough's strikeout record. "Why do you--" He unlocks his phone and sees a dating app. "He's mad," Chris says. "Uh, yeah, you're both grounded," Eddie says. "Out, you two are emptying the dishwasher. Nuh-uh, I don't want to see any pouting, serious violation of privacy. Go, both of you." "I'm older than you," Buck protests as Eddie shoos him out of the room. "Do I look like I give a fuck?" Eddie hisses, and Chris lets out an oooh behind them.
2. He forgets about it for a couple hours, because he's too busy asking them what the hell they were thinking. He's just glad he doesn't have dick pics or anything on his phone. Still, privacy. But he's starting dinner and feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He wipes his hands and has a notification from the app. He swears under his breath and unlocks his phone to tell the poor woman he's sorry but no. Except the person in the picture isn't a woman, it's-- "Josh?" he says incredulously. Why the fuck would Josh message him on a dating app? And then Eddie looks at his profile, realizes he must've interrupted them in the middle of making it. The "about me" and a few of the questions are answered, but there's nothing set for preferences--male, female, drinkers, smokers, etc. And the only photo is a post gym selfie in which most of his face is obscured by his phone and a Chihuahuas hat. The message from Josh says: "I don't normally reach out to a faceless torso, but are you from El Paso, too?" Eddie didn't know Josh was from El Paso, because that would've meant they'd have to talk instead of bitching at each other at dispatch. He goes to Josh's profile. It's extremely normal: looking for friends or someone special, Texas boy in Los Angeles, likes old movies and horror films (which is actually surprising), doesn't like smokers, drinks socially, loves karaoke. The photos are a couple of selfies, a couple of photos that were definitely taken by other people at a bar and what looks to be Maddie and Chim's yard, one where he's hiking and has a backpack strap across a tight shirt, and one where Josh is glancing at the camera with a smile while he's on a lounge chair by a pool. He's wearing a shirt, but it's unbuttoned, and his swim trunks are tiny. He's hairy, way hairier than Eddie. Before he can rethink it, he responds to Josh.
3. He admits to Josh that he didn't make the profile, his kid and friend did. He hasn't dated in a long time. Josh is understanding and nice about it, asking how old his kid is and teasing him for getting caught in a 21st century Sleepless in Seattle scheme. It's nice. Josh is nice to talk to. He even flirts with Eddie a few times, and Eddie reasons that flirting back is for practice. So he talks to Josh for a few days, and then he asks Josh if the Chihuahuas hat was the only reason he messaged him. "I mean, I'd like to say it is, but your body is kind of insane." And Eddie is embarrassed to admit it's an older picture from when he first moved to LA. He doesn't take a lot of pictures of himself, not unless his kid is in them. Before he can reconsider what a stupid fucking idea this is, he pulls his shirt off and takes a selfie with the camera tilted down to show off his body, but it cuts off at the mouth. Josh sends back a: "Jesus christ, warn a guy. I'm at work right now." And Eddie apologizes. "Don't be sorry. I'm not mad, just hiding in the men's room now. :P" A moment later, Eddie gets a selfie with dispatch bathroom tile in the background and Josh took his shirt off and took the same photo, except his work pants are tented. Eddie chokes on his water and ends up with a wet chest. He should stop this completely, tell Josh who he is or whatever, but Eddie's getting hard in his basketball shorts. Hard because of Josh. He's hairy and he's in fine enough shape but nothing crazy, but Eddie zeroes in on his pecs. They're rounded, his nipples are hard, and Eddie imagines licking one and is so hard he has to push his hand down on his dick so it stops straining his shorts.
4. He's sexting Josh. He's fucking sexting Josh. There's no more pictures, but Josh is telling him about how much he loves sucking cock and Eddie is telling him he wants to finger Josh and suck on his tits. He's jerking off and shoving his fist into his mouth to keep quiet, and he cannot be sexting Josh. He scrolls back up to the picture Josh sent and squeezes his cock through his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hisses, using his shirt to wipe himself off. "Fuck." He almost calls Buck, but he knows Buck will just tell him to go for it. He needs someone who can weigh the insanity of what he's about to do. He calls Hen. He goes to her place, and she and Karen are looking at him like he's lost his fucking mind. Karen takes the coffee out of his hand and gives him a glass of wine. "Okay, so how did you end up sending each other sexy messages?" she asks, slowly sitting back down. Eddie downs the glass, even though it's one in the afternoon, and starts from the beginning.
5. Eddie takes a nap on their couch and wakes up with a crick in his neck and a weird semi hangover. He was only out for about thirty minutes, but he's sobered up and needs so much water. He gulps some down and looks at Hen and Karen, who are watching him like he's holding the switch to a bomb. "Okay, so this is easy, right? I just tell him," Eddie says. "It's what you should do, but it might not be easy," Hen says. "But it's not fair that you know who he is and he doesn't know who you are." Eddie drinks more water and leaves. He messages Josh, finds out he's nearly off work, and stops by a store. When Josh comes out of dispatch, he's looking at his phone. He looks up and spots Eddie. Holding flowers. Like an idiot. "Okay, so Buck and Chris made a dating profile for me," Eddie says, and Josh goes pale and then red. "I should've told you it was me, but--" "Yeah, you should've. It's not okay to play with someone's emotions," Josh snaps. "I wasn't playing!" Eddie protests. "You're straight!" Josh all but yells, and like five people turn and look at them. "I'm...not," Eddie says, shifting nervously. "But I'm not gay. I'm...there's a word that I can't remember because I was like three glasses of wine deep when Karen pulled it up. Believe it or not, I've only dated a few people. Ever. It's hard for me, I have to feel connected to someone or I'm not interested, and people usually want more before then or they think I'm interested and I'm just being nice or--just, I swear, I wasn't playing. I liked talking to you. A lot. About everything." He raises his brows pointedly at the last word, and Josh blushes and smiles a little and looks away. "You and I didn't have a good time working together. We barely talk when we're at the same parties or hang outs. I liked getting to actually know you and you actually getting to know me, okay?" Eddie says, and Josh looks at him for a long moment. "So I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. If you don't hate me, do you want to maybe get a drink or something?"
6. When Josh takes the flowers, Eddie half expects him to throw them at his head. But Josh traces a finger over a rose petal. "No one ever gets guys flowers," Eddie reminds him softly. It's something Josh had bemoaned. "No, they don't," Josh agrees, his voice equally soft. "I'm still a little mad, but...a drink sounds nice." And when he looks at Eddie, Eddie can't help but curl a hand around his neck and kiss him. The flowers squish between them, and Josh pulls them away and presses close as he kisses back. Eddie really can't believe how much he likes him, likes this. They go to a bar that Josh knows, and Eddie explains the whole story. Josh teases him about it. Eddie likes that he's teasing with a twinkle in his eye. They end up facing each other on their barstools as they talk, and Josh's hand is on Eddie's thigh when he kisses him again. The thing is, Eddie really does need to work up to more. But he also really likes how it feels to kiss Josh. They make out in public, which Eddie hasn't done since he was a dumb high school student kissing Shannon between classes. And after, when they go their separate ways, Josh needs him a text. He's in bed with his pants open, his dick is hard in his underwear, and he's got a thumb hooked in the waistband. Eddie sends one back with his clothes completely off, because he was just about to get in the shower, his hand covering and pushing down his cock with the root visible over the heel of his palm. He won't have full blown phone sex with his son in the house, but they text and send pictures and mostly silent videos until Eddie's showing him the cum on his stomach and wrist and Josh is showing off the mess on his thighs. "Next time, I want to watch you," Josh messages. Eddie can do that. He asks if Josh is free Friday night.
7. "Any hits?" Buck asks when they're prepping lunch the next day. Eddie locks his phone and looks at him. "Hm?" "On the app," Buck says. "I deleted it," Eddie says, and Buck sighs. "But yeah, I did. We're going out tomorrow." And Buck wants details, wants pictures, but Eddie says he deleted the app so he can't pull up the profile. This would be set in late season 6. But Buck wouldn't have met Tommy yet, so the prospect of telling him that Eddie's going on a date with a guy would be daunting. It would take a few dates for him to finally say something to everyone, or during the collapse at the end, Josh would be demanding to know that Eddie's okay after he gets trapped in the van and Eddie would come on the radio and say, "Baby, I'm okay, I promise, I'll be okay." And every single person in the 118 (minus Hen, which is good because concussion) would whip their head around to stare, because what?
It's quiet. It's emphatic, but Buck can hear now when Tommy is saying what he wants to believe and not what he really believes.
Andāthere's the "we" again.
Eddie slips less oftenādoesn't say he's one of the Stars, doesn't identify as one of them so easily.
Maybe because Dallas isn't El Paso. Maybe because he didn't go to as many live games growing up as Tommy. It's not like in a state the size of Texas their one team is really the the hometown team for everyone. It's definitely because Eddie doesn't associate hockey and his team to some of his few purely good memories of family, of his father.
Tommy thinking of his team as "we" and Eddie not doing that muchāit's normal. It's Buck who's not being normal. He has to tune it out and stop being irrational about losing him and especially about him and Eddie losing each other over a game. They love each other more than they love the game, and Buck knows he doesn't even know the half of it when it comes to how much they both love the game.
We're still us, Buck thinks. It's not quiet in his head as he thinks it, but it is emphatic.
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This is a little bit of a BuddieTommy fic built around the idea of Tommy and Eddie increasingly being nasty fucks to each other because their hockey teams are playing each other in the Conference Finals. Luckily for Buck, they are also all fucking nasty about it the whole time. (This snippet is SFW though!)
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Eddie switches cameras for a few seconds to show Tommy coming down the stairs and says, "He's coming back. He's gonna tell you about Kenny McDemon leaving the game. Try not to look too happy about it when he mentions it."
That'll be hard. Buck Googled him and he thinks Kenny McDemon looks like B Shift Sammy who's a probie fresh out of the academy, except somehow even younger-looking.
He asks, "Can this guy even drink yet?"
Tommy won't be back in his seat for a couple more minutes and Eddie didn't think to share his observations about Tommy and the kind of attention he was paying to "the game" right after saying hello, as if Tommy having his eye on some jailbait isn't a minor emergency. Buck definitely cares about this more than the "jerseys fouls" Eddie spotted and spent 5 minutes describing and mocking.
"Well," Eddie answers, "he's Canadian, so he can drink when crosses the border and heads back home." It sounds very much like that is exactly what Eddie wants the kid to do despite a maybe bum-ankle.
While Buck listens to Eddie snickering to himself, he finds the guy's birthday on his Puckpedia page. He was already in the middle of looking it up even as he asked Eddie the question ā and, yup, Tommy's sports twink isn't legal to drink in LA where he plays. He just turned 20 in February. Buck's not sure how he's supposed to play it cool and not let some schadenfreude slip when Tommy gives him their usual game events rundown.
Buck loves this habit they have when they go to the arenas and stadiums and fields and call him from their seats to give him a recap when there's a break in play that he only cares half as much about as he does looking at them enjoying themselves or suffering through the cruelties of sports fandom. He loves that even when he'd rather stay home and use his time for his hobbies, they still include him in theirs. He loves how both their faces get very animated and expressive about referees fucking up and things like player injuries.
It figures that's what Tommy leads with when Eddie hands over his phone in exchange for the beer and burger Tommy got for him. It's not unusual of him to lament someone going down, but Buck's also imagining Tommy fantasizing about going down on this guy and he's just glad he doesn't look like he's popping a vein over the thought in the little thumbnail in the corner of his screen.
"Our star d-man's fucked, Evan. He was totally slew-footed, had to leave the game when there was still half the period left."
Tommy's face is pure agony and Buck hopes Kenny McDemon is feeling that same agony ā the same agony he's feeling over his boyfriend's overinvestment in a child.
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Tommy's hockey blorbo's actual name shall be revealed in due time. It is not Kenny McDemon, which is Eddie's moniker for him. I have also decided to not include any real current NHL players in this fic, so he is not secretly someone actually on the Kings roster or development system. He is not based on any real baby d-man either, but feel free to send me face claims if you have them.
Tagging my beloveds @corporatebanana, @frogsinflannel, & @queerasbuck š«¶ I know the BuddieTommy crowd is pretty small, but if anyone else is reading this that has something to share featuring our favorite sus old man Tommy (even not in a BuddieTommy universe) this Sunday please feel free to take an open tag from me š
I loved Park the Shark and found him very realistic. So here goes the story of my encounter with a real life Park the Shark:
A few years ago I developed a connective tissue disorder. I got muscle and joint pain, inflammation, fatigue and I gained weight. Prior to this, I was very active and visibly muscular. But as you know, doctors will often think of weight gain as the cause and not a symptom. The disorder and my active lifestyle caused a few injuries in my joints. This meant I got to visit quite a few orthopedic surgeons. Park the Shark reminds me of the fifth ortho. Like all of the other orthos, he was tall, muscular, handsome and slightly Patrick Bateman-y.
I was in a room with an endocrinologist and a rheumatologist. Dr. Ortho Bro entered and controlled the room in a very intimidating way. One could hear the Jaws theme upon his entrance. I was in my underwear and thought "Ohhhhh my god, I am about to be called fat in ways I have never been called fat before". I was convinced, that I was gonna get all the Shark snark. Dr. Ortho Bro ignored the doctors, went straight over to me and said "I'm *last name* and I'm gonna examine you". He then started examining me similarly to a judge in a cat show. I was stretched and bent and jiggled and poked. Then he went straight to arguing with the other doctors. Dr. Rheuma suggested that I would be less tired and in less pain if I lost weight. And Dr. Ortho Bro looked DISGUSTED. He grabbed my wrist and extended my arm. "LOOK! Nice, strong. Ugh.". Then he asked me to stretch my arms over my head and pointed to my back. "See????? Firm. Protective. Good.". Dr. Endo then said weightlifting would be beneficial for managing my pain, and I said "I already...." but Dr. Ortho Bro interrupted me: "Obviously. It's only Dr. Endo who can't tell.". He then looked sternly at Dr. Rheuma and said: "Look, there is obviously something very wrong with her connective tissue. Muscles and bones are good. Refer her.".
While Dr. Rheuma and Dr. Endo made a referral to the specialist clinic that diagnosed me shortly after, Dr. Ortho Bro started asking me a million questions. "You do creatine? Good. You deadlift? Nice. What's your PR? Alright. How much you bench? Cool. Delts need some work, but all in all good. Book an appointment if that carpal tunnel acts up. Feel better soon". Then he fucking dapped me up and left.
I have never in my life had a simultaneously comforting and intimidating doctor. I was afraid that he would eat me, but at the same time I felt very safe, because I knew he definitely would eat the doctors before me. Scariest patient advocacy ever. 10/10 would recommend.
I know for a fact, that Park the Shark is gonna put that woman's leg back on way better than it was before. And he's gonna do it in record time. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk. And thank god for scary, slightly sociopathic orthopedic surgeons.
As much as I love Hucklerobby, I need yāall to stop putting them in my Sharkberry fics š thereās only nine, and I NEED MORE FLUFF! Park is an asshole to everyone except Dennis (only a few people can tell heās softer with the younger man), and Dennis walks that man like a dog.
