your local chubby doctor & hottie

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@milo-medicine has a bear shaped night light in his bathroom to make nighttime traversal easier. its named bear-bear-bright-bear.

@theverylastnightingalefuck used to have snake bites, but they closed on him during med school. he also used to dye his hair all the way to brown to cover his poliosis.

@ashtonevantide-official is allergic to most fabric softener. its either the scent or an ingredient but he has to send his partner into the detergent isles when they shop.

@nursekayleeeee has mandatory 10 minute floor laying time in the grass outside her apartment after every shift to de-stress. her neighbours have learned to accept a floor-bound Kaylee.

@drmargotalli hates grape flavoured things, it makes her nauseous. it comes from drinking grape Gatorade when she was sick as a child. she can't stand it now.

@sanctuary-terri is working on making a cat scratcher post attachment for her leg. its mostly for Fin, the raccoon who lives more in her house than the sanctuary enclosure.

@josaiahthemalenurse's dream job is to buy fix and sell old toyota cars. he had a 1999 sienna and loved it and sadly had to sell it for med school.

@orthobones almost always has glitter nail polish on his toes so that he can bond with his daughter. his favourite is a deep blue. he orders little nail stickers for Joanna, so sometimes he will be wearing unicorns.

@little-ghost-lani can quote the entirety of the Brave movie from memory. she got to pick a dvd from the thrift for her birthday when she was with her mom, and they would watch it on their old laptop every night.

Margo’s mary-janes clicked against the pavement as she pranced out to Ekaterina’s car, giddy as always when it came to seeing her beloved Belova.

As a compromise between owning a farm and owning a hoarde of pet rats, Ekaterina had proposed a date to the local petting zoo instead. Margo of course, jumped at the opportunity to be surrounded by little fluffy things that she could pet.

She flashed her biggest smile as she stepped into Ekaterina’s car, pulling her in for a kiss before she buckled herself in.

“oh my goodness you will need to pull me by the scruff of my neck out of the baby goats if you ever wish to see me again,” she ranted, staring blissfully out the window as Ekaterina pulled out from the curb. “when I was just a jeune fille my grannie brought me to her friend’s farm and i would always get to ride the horses and have all the little lambs and little chickens crowd me and oh it was so peaceful.”

Her expression softened into something sadder. “it was the most peace i got to have in those times.” she said softly, “thank you for agreeing to this. it... it means very much to me, my love.”

The kiss alone was enough to improve her entire morning.

By the time Margo had launched into her enthusiastic speech about goats, lambs, chickens, and the very real possibility of needing to be physically removed from the premises, Ekaterina was already laughing quietly to herself as she guided the car through traffic.

"I suspected as much," she replied. "Which is precisely why I wore sensible shoes today. Someone will need to carry you back to the vehicle after you inevitably attempt to adopt half the zoo."

Her teasing softened as Margo spoke about her grandmother.

Ekaterina reached across the center console, finding her hand without taking her eyes off the road.

She squeezed gently.

"I am glad she gave you those memories."

The words were quiet.

"And I am glad you told me about them."

For a moment, she simply held her hand.

Then the corner of her mouth curved upward again.

"Though I should warn you, my butterfly, I have every intention of using this information against you."

A brief pause.

"If I find you sitting in a field surrounded by baby goats looking impossibly adorable, I will be forced to stare."

Another pause.

"Extensively."

The smile she offered afterward was entirely unapologetic.

She blushed harder at the part about being carried. "My love, i am much too heavy to be carried, even for you, my dear."

though, the comment about using her information against her stuck a chord.

"what in the ever loving fuck does that mean?" Margo exclaimed, suddenly getting defensive. Ekaterina kept flirting like nothing, but Margo wasn't having it.

"Angel, no," she said softly, squeezing her hand. "That isn't what I meant at all. I would never use something you entrusted to me against you. Especially not something like this."

A small frown settled on her face as she glanced briefly toward Margo before returning her attention to the road.

"What I meant is that now I know another important memories for you. I know what peace looks like for you. I know why animals make you light up the way they do. I know why those memories matter."

Her expression softened.

"And now that I know, I get to remember it."

For a moment she was quiet.

"Do you remember when I told you that one day I'd like to buy a few acres somewhere? A little farm. A house in the countryside. Entirely too many animals."

A small smile tugged at her lips.

"I wasn't joking, mon bien-aimé. So when I said I intended to use that information against you, what I meant was that you've just given me another reason to imagine that future."

She shook her head softly.

"If I ever find a place full of lambs and goats, I'll think of you. If I ever have that little farm, you'll probably find yourself surrounded by baby animals before you've even taken your shoes off. That's the sort of thing I meant."

Another squeeze of her hand.

"i'm-" she whispered, "i'm so sorry-"

"i did not mean to jump to conclusions i am just ever so used to weapons being formed out of my words-" she tried her best to keep her voice steady, "i am sorry i doubted you, my lover,"

she looked up, wiping a finger on the underside of here eyes, careful to not smudge her makeup. "i would like that. a house on an orchard like my grand-mère had. where we can grow fresh strawberries and live in peace," she whispered.

"i apologize, i do hope i did not ruin the mood of our date," she said shyly.

“None of that, angel.”

A small smile appeared as she carefully pulled the car over to the side of the road and shifted it into park.

“You haven’t ruined anything.”

She reached over and brushed her thumb beneath one of Margo’s eyes, careful not to disturb her makeup.

“The date is still happening. The goats are still waiting for you. I am still very much looking forward to spending the afternoon with you.”

After a moment, she adjusted her seat farther back before patting her lap twice.

The gesture was unmistakable.

“Come here, my butterfly.”

Her smile softened.

Margo didn't want to leave. she was contented in the arms of her lover, but they couldn't stay on the side of the road forever.

Margo slowly climbed back into her seat, allowing Ekaterina to pull back into traffic. and in a few minutes, they were pulling into the parking lot, and paying their fare to get in.

Margo was back to bubbly as soon as her shoe touched down on the gravel, immediately excited when the smell of hay and the bleating of goats touched her ears.

"Oh lord."

The laugh escaped her before she could stop it.

Only moments ago Margo had been curled up in her lap, and now she was apparently on a mission to reach the goats before anyone else could.

The transformation was almost impressive.

"Slow down, angel," she called, though there wasn't much conviction behind the request as she allowed herself to be pulled along. "The goats are not going anywhere."

Still, she tightened her grip on Margo's hand and matched her pace, unable to stop smiling as she watched her practically vibrate with excitement.

The smell of hay, fresh grass, and farm animals filled the air as they passed through the gates, and Ekaterina found herself paying far more attention to Margo than to the attractions around them.

She looked happy.

Genuinely happy.

The kind of happiness that reached her eyes and brightened her entire face.

"I believe," Ekaterina said as they approached the first enclosure, "that I have made a terrible mistake."

Her expression was solemn for all of two seconds.

"I underestimated just how much competition I would have for your affection today."

A small herd of baby goats milled about only a few yards away.

Ekaterina sighed dramatically.

"oh my god look at the sweet babies!!" she squealed, bending down as soon as she got into the first pen, "Ekatie!! Ekatie!!! Ekatie!!" she cheered, tugging her down to her knees beside her.

"oh my dear look at the sweethearts!!"

it was lucky that they arrived early, and on a weekday, the petting farm was nearly deserted. the herd of goats meandered over to the pair, the babies haphazardly trotting up behind their parents.

immediately when Margo was on the ground sitting, the goats began their friendly attack.

"oh my-" she chuckled, pulling her ponytail out of the mouths of two very pregnant momma goats.

the babies were already beginning their battles to see who could climb the highest on the two seated ladies.

"could you get me a brush for them my dear?" Margo asked Ekaterina, "i would but um..." she trailed off as she doubled over, a little brown and white baby goat was currently fighting his brother on who could get higher on her shoulders.

At some point, Ekaterina had acquired the brush Margo requested. At another, she had somehow become responsible for carrying feed, jackets, and various belongings while her girlfriend continued her campaign to be adopted by every animal on the property.

She didn't mind.

Not even a little.

The countryside had always appealed to her. The quiet. The open space. The absence of ringing phones and endless paperwork. But more than that, she loved watching Margo here.

Loved the way she laughed.

Loved the way she crouched down to greet every creature as though introducing herself to royalty.

Loved the way her entire face lit up whenever a particularly friendly goat decided she was worthy of attention.

It was impossible not to touch her.

Every few minutes Ekaterina found herself brushing a hand against her back, fixing a loose strand of hair, pressing a kiss to her temple, her cheek, her shoulder, whatever happened to be within reach. More than once Margo had caught her staring.

Ekaterina had not been embarrassed in the slightest.

By the time they reached another enclosure, she was seated on a wooden fence rail while Margo continued making friends with anything possessing four legs.

One hand remained hooked loosely around Margo's waist as though she might drift away if left unattended.

"I hope you realize," she said, leaning over to press a kiss against her cheek, "that I am being remarkably mature about all of this."

Another kiss.

"Most women would be devastated to discover they rank below goats in their girlfriend's list of priorities."

A third.

"Yet here I am, enduring it bravely."

Despite the complaint, her arm tightened around Margo's waist and she smiled into her hair.

The truth was obvious.

She wasn't jealous of the goats.

she turned back to the rabbits that she was currently in a herd of, beginning to fake-talk to them again "well i know that she's planning to mount me like you little fluff balls do to each other later, so I'm just making sure to tease her well enough," she said matter-of-fact.

“she’s always so cute when i tease her, all that wanting just balls up in her and-” she poked the bunny’s cheeks, “poof, then I’m being ravaged until i can’t see straight.” she said with a giggle. She played with their ears and fed them lettuce, all while knowing that she had Ekaterina wrapped around her finger.

How could she have ever doubted her. Thought her words meant something different. This was her woman she was talking about. The same one who fought for her honour before even their first date. The same one who held her tight when most people ran.

Her Ekaterina.

“katie!” she sang, holding up a lop eared bunny who’s fur curled. “look!! she’s just like you!” she giggled. The rabbit was trying to gnaw on Margo’s hair. So she put her down in her lap quickly.

"Unbelievable."

The complaint carried absolutely no weight behind it.

By now she had accepted that her girlfriend's favorite hobby appeared to be embarrassing her in front of innocent woodland creatures.

A few moments later she abandoned her place on the fence entirely and made her way over to where Margo sat among the rabbits.

Without ceremony, she settled herself behind her on the grass and immediately wrapped both arms around her waist.

"There."

Her chin found its familiar place on Margo's shoulder.

"Much better."

Ekaterina had long ago stopped pretending she wasn't constantly looking for excuses to touch her.

The countryside was lovely. The rabbits were adorable. The weather was perfect.

And yet somehow she found herself far more interested in the woman sitting in front of her.

A soft kiss found the side of Margo's neck.

Then another against her cheek.

"You know," she murmured, watching the rabbit continue its campaign against Margo's hair, "I am beginning to suspect you've been slandering me to the local wildlife."

Her arms tightened slightly around her.

"I should warn you that every rabbit, goat, and sheep on this property is receiving a very one-sided version of events."

A pause.

"Though I admit they seem rather fond of you, so perhaps my case is already lost."

Despite the teasing, she nuzzled a little closer into Margo's shoulder, content to simply hold her there while the rabbits hopped around their feet.

"whaaaaat?" Margo giggled. "i would never slander you, i am only merely explaining to the fluffle why you have been mentally undressing me this entire time. and being sexually driven is something they can in fact connect to is all!" she explained.

"well i have been known to be quite the disney princess. be glad there are no wild birds here or you would have lost me in a flock of hungry and loving pigeons." she joked.

she leaned back, letting herself fall softly back into Ekaterina's arms. the animals meandered around them, Margo fully accepting being a warm soft climbing frame for the critters.

she looked up at Ekaterina from her head's perch on the woman's thighs. for a second they were no longer in a petting zoo. for a second they were married and old at their own cottage. for a second Margo felt as at peace as she did on her grannie's farm. for a second the stress of work and the drama in her life melted away. for a second the possible sunburn was not the thing on her mind.

she watched the way curls framed her face, the way she looked at her with so much love and admiration. the warm summer air and the refreshing breeze. it felt like it was only them. Margo's face went blank.

“Believe me, I am, angel. If you carry on being such a sweetheart, perhaps you can drape my thighs over your shoulders like a medal.”

She smiled at her and winked, her free hand discreetly sliding down and beginning to gently massage one of Margo’s gorgeous breasts. “You’re a candy I simply can’t resist.”

"though, if you are... feeling this same way. i would not mind a trip to the washrooms to freshen up." she offered.

she knew the expression on Ekaterina's face like the back of her hand. she had seen it so many times. and to be truthful, the second Ekaterina's hand touched her breast, Margo wanted to ravage her right then and there.

Ekaterina rolled her eyes, carefully lifting her girlfriend’s head from her lap before standing up and offering her hands to help her up. “Come on, sweetheart. I want my dessert before we go for lunch at that lovely country restaurant.”

As soon as Margo was on her feet, the lawyer wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close as she led the way through the country park. They passed a few families and other people on their way to the restaurant and the restrooms. The couple had to wait for a private restroom to become available.

The older woman slid her hand down to squeeze the redhead’s butt, leading her into one of the cubicles. With a playful smile, she watched her as she tied her hair into a ponytail, then stepped in beside her and closed the wooden door.

By the time they came out, about 30 minutes later, Kate had slightly grazed knees, a wet face and a couple of soft love bites on her neck.

it was less of desert, and more of an appetizer.

"must we have lunch? i'd rather just- take it to go- and head back to mine or yours." she huffed, stumbling a little as her legs were still jellied from pleasure.

she tried not to make eye contact with anyone as they exited the bathroom. they got a few disapproving stares from people as they left, but Ekaterina held her head high, so Margo felt okay about it.

"i just- oh my-" she whimpered.

Ekaterina still lead her to the lunch spot, no matter how much Margo whimpered and whined.

Ekaterina knew that Margo tended to take charge of situations when her patience ran out, but she wouldn’t let that mean their lovely date would end anytime soon.

The line moved quickly, and one of the waiters led them to a private table in a corner. Roma sat down next to Margo and wrapped her arms around her waist, caressing her belly. The table was behind a wall covered with beautiful paintings, which stretched out right behind the redhead. “Do you want me to take some pictures of you, my love?”

"you are so mean to me." she huffed.

"if you wish," she responded, wishing more that they were at home taking pictures. she hadn't missed how the background of Ekaterina's phone was her in a rather revealing dress.

Currently all she wished was to go home and give her more pictures. showcase the bites and redness and blush that covered her. and maybe, since Ekaterina had been ever so mean to her, she would do the same. tease her a little.

After a while, she pulled away, brushing her nose against hers.

“I know, darling. You know full well I don’t say no to you without a reason.”

She sat up straight, glancing around for the waiter to bring the menu. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, still gently caressing her tummy.

“I want to talk to you about something, I’d say it’s lovely.”

The lawyer looked at Margo with loving eyes. “I want to tell you that being with you and being your girlfriend is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

Kate spoke softly, wanting to create a little intimate space even though they were still in the restaurant.

“You’re so sweet, so beautiful and kind; you’re the main reason for everything I do.”

She paused for a moment before continuing.

“I know your independence is important to you, and I don’t want to cast any doubt on my unconditional support for you. I know it might be too soon for us to move in together, so I wanted to let you know that… You know… If you’d like, you could bring some of your things to my place, something to make life easier for you when you stay over.”

Kate lowered her gaze, watching as her own fingers nervously fiddled with a ribbon on Margo’s dress. She found it rather difficult to speak so plainly about such crucial steps, so she felt a little shy before continuing.

She was requesting to make accommodation, to give her a space so mornings after didn’t feel rushed. A place for Margo to keep some things for those lovely overnights that so often turned into weekends. So that staying over was not such a big fuss.

She was honoured that Ekaterina was respecting her so. Allowing her the space to still keep her hands on her independence. Not requesting cohabitation, something less yet more. Just space. 

“I would be honoured,” Margo spoke, the original spite from a half finished session having exited her voice. “Shall we get to that after this?” she asked her, gesturing to the restaurant around her. 

The waiter appeared, Margo ordering herself a spinach salad and leaving Ekaterina to her remarks to the waiter as well. 

Margo huffed, "I do wish they served cheesecake for lunch. I would destroy one at this moment if I was allowed,”

"I was hoping you'd say yes."

There was a quiet sincerity in her voice.

"I don't want your independence, mon bien-aimé. I only want my home to feel a little more like yours whenever you choose to be there."

The waiter returned to take their order, and once he had left, Ekaterina couldn't help but laugh softly at the mention of cheesecake.

"Oh? So now you're attempting to negotiate dessert with those eyes?"

She tilted her head, studying Margo with exaggerated consideration.

"I'm a lawyer, angel. Emotional manipulation is supposed to work less effectively on me." A beat passed. "…Unfortunately, you've discovered my greatest professional weakness."

She leaned over, pressing a quick kiss against Margo's temple. "Of course we'll stop at the bakery." A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"I'll buy you the largest slice they have, and if you still look at me like that afterward…" Her fingers gave Margo's hand a gentle squeeze. "I may even let you convince me to share it."

Her smile widened.

"Though I have a growing suspicion that you're less interested in the cheesecake than you are in discovering exactly how easily you can persuade me to spoil you."

"if you get me the whole cheesecake i will let you put it wherever you wish on me," she persuaded. "that will be the only way i will let you share my precious cheesecake." she mentioned, taking a long sip of her ice water with an upturn of her nose.

"but yes, i do appreciate that you value my independence. as one who lacked so much of it when i was younger, it means ever so much to me." she added.

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It was a silly move, really, one moment she was turning to walk out of the bathroom and next she was on her rear with a bad pain in her arm and leg.

She held her head as the adrenaline rush took her, nearly passing out for what would have been a second time if only she had remembered the first.

"oh gods," she muttered, letting herself lay on the floor. Her hair sprawled out on the floor as she took a moment to access her own injuries.

Then came a heavy, unmistakable thud.

She frowned.

"Margo?" she called, turning toward the hallway. There was no answer.

Concern immediately replaced curiosity.

She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and started walking toward the bathroom, her pace quickening with every silent second.

"My love?"

As soon as she reached the doorway, she caught sight of a pair of familiar, shoe-clad feet sticking out onto the floor.

Her stomach dropped.

"Margo!"

The towel slipped from her hands as she rushed over, dropping to her knees beside her girlfriend. Her gaze immediately swept over her from head to toe, searching for blood, an awkward angle, anything alarming, before one hand gently cupped Margo's cheek while the other rested carefully on her shoulder.

"your door, mon amour le plus cher, and your counter. it took me out," she explained. "i fear it may have gravely wounded one of your favourite parts of me,"

Margo leaned her cheek into Ekaterina's hand.

"oh i am such a klutz, i do apologize, though i fear i may also be wedged as of currently." she explained. she fully knew she could get up on her own, but she was aware how protective her partner was, and so what if she wanted to milk her mishap for all it was worth.

though, none of the fright or the tears that prickled at her waterlines were fake, after the wave of adrenaline, the ache from where her body had connected with the pristine tile floors started to show itself. same with her thigh, her arm, her rear, and the back of her head.

"Oh, mon bien-aimé..."

Her thumb brushed tenderly across Margo's flushed cheek before she leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead.

"I knew that bathroom doorway had been looking at you suspiciously," she murmured with quiet indignation. "And the counter clearly joined the conspiracy."

The joke came easily, but the concern in her eyes never faded.

She carefully slipped one arm behind Margo's shoulders and the other beneath her knees, pausing first to make sure she wasn't hurting her.

"May I rescue my poor damsel from this most ruthless bathroom floor?"

At the smallest sign of permission, Ekaterina gathered her gently into her arms, moving slowly and carefully so she wouldn't aggravate any of the sore spots she had just discovered.

"And as for one of my favorite parts of you being gravely wounded..." Ekaterina sighed dramatically, stealing another gentle kiss from her temple. "I'm afraid that is a matter of national importance. I shall have to inspect the injuries personally."

She smiled, hoping to coax one out of Margo in return, before nuzzling the side of her head.

"But first, we're getting you somewhere soft. Then we'll check every bruise, make sure nothing is more serious, and afterward I'll finish dinner while you sit exactly where I can keep an eye on you."

She paused, her expression melting into something impossibly tender.

"...Doctor's orders."

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Margo rested her head on Ekaterina's shoulder. She allowed herself to be carried to the couch, let herself be placed down incredibly gently. like she was made of glass.

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It was a silly move, really, one moment she was turning to walk out of the bathroom and next she was on her rear with a bad pain in her arm and leg.

She held her head as the adrenaline rush took her, nearly passing out for what would have been a second time if only she had remembered the first.

"oh gods," she muttered, letting herself lay on the floor. Her hair sprawled out on the floor as she took a moment to access her own injuries.

Then came a heavy, unmistakable thud.

She frowned.

"Margo?" she called, turning toward the hallway. There was no answer.

Concern immediately replaced curiosity.

She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and started walking toward the bathroom, her pace quickening with every silent second.

"My love?"

As soon as she reached the doorway, she caught sight of a pair of familiar, shoe-clad feet sticking out onto the floor.

Her stomach dropped.

"Margo!"

The towel slipped from her hands as she rushed over, dropping to her knees beside her girlfriend. Her gaze immediately swept over her from head to toe, searching for blood, an awkward angle, anything alarming, before one hand gently cupped Margo's cheek while the other rested carefully on her shoulder.

"your door, mon amour le plus cher, and your counter. it took me out," she explained. "i fear it may have gravely wounded one of your favourite parts of me,"

Margo leaned her cheek into Ekaterina's hand.

"oh i am such a klutz, i do apologize, though i fear i may also be wedged as of currently." she explained. she fully knew she could get up on her own, but she was aware how protective her partner was, and so what if she wanted to milk her mishap for all it was worth.

though, none of the fright or the tears that prickled at her waterlines were fake, after the wave of adrenaline, the ache from where her body had connected with the pristine tile floors started to show itself. same with her thigh, her arm, her rear, and the back of her head.

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