#i just realised i called the wrong clinic

[cbk1000]

My favourite work story is still the time a woman got mad at my sister for not being clairvoyant.

So, this was several years ago when we both still worked in medical records at a doctor's office. A patient calls, upset that we haven't sent their medical records to the office of the provider they're transferring to.

Ok; sis puts them on hold, we check the folder where we keep pending requests that we haven't got to yet. Nothing there. Check the system, where we always scan in the records request with a signed and dated note stating it was faxed or mailed once it's completed: nothing there.

Sis gets back on the phone, asks if the patient filled out a records request at the other clinic, thinking maybe they just hadn't sent it to us yet, or they had and we didn't get it because the fax didn't go through or they had the wrong contact info, etc. It happens.

No, they did not fill out a request at the other clinic.

Sis asks if they filled out a request at OUR clinic; sometimes patients would call us angry that we hadn't sent their records, and we'd find out that their appointment was twenty minutes ago, and the nurse hadn't even sent down the paperwork with the records request in it yet.

No, they did not fill out a request.

Kay.

Did you tell the nurse you needed records sent? Sometimes they forget to convey that to us.

No.

Mmkay.

Did you, at any medical institution, fill out a records request indicating you needed us to send records; did you call us and ask for your records to be sent; did you email us asking for your records to be sent; did you ask the nurse and/or doctor for records to be sent? In short, did you indicate in any way whatsoever that you needed your records sent to that clinic?

No.

Hoo boo. Ok, well, look, sorry you're upset, but as you can see, there is literally no way we could have known that you needed records sent to that clinic.

Pause for patient to realise they've made a bit of an ass of themselves and set out on their Redemption Arc where we all laugh about how silly humans and their brain farts are.

Nope.

Patient then snaps at my sister, "Well, you should have just known!!!"

Right, well, why don't you go complain to our boss that we didn't read your mind and let me know how that goes.

#personal #on the flip side #i had a similar situation #where a patient called me and wasn't outright rude #but was definitely Not Happy that her records had not been sent #so i'm checking into it and in the process of doing so she suddenly goes oh my god #i just realised i called the wrong clinic #but she profusely apologised and was obviously really embarrassed #because she could admit when she was wrong #a novel concept

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

CRAZY OVER YOU x MIN YOONGI

[HYBRID AU]

PART FOUR II

The truth untold

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Bunny Hybrid, Hoseok/assistant, new character/Snake Hybrid, new character/unknown hybrid.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior, yandere yoongi, possessive behavior, angst.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

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In the books they say black mambas have a distinct mating ritual and the males would even fight for the right to mate when a suitable female mate has been found, a common behavior among the snake hybrids we notice was that no matter the species the males would make a nest to Impress the female a sign he was ready to begin the mating ritual with her. Along the years was believed that behavior stared between hybrids since they no longer could fight for the female’s attention, so far nothing told us otherwise.

So far Yoongi has been presenting signs of heat, although I was sure of it it was all down the line once he told he in fact had no heat. Studies had shown that not all snakes hybrids had heat indeed but, it was so unusual to find one who fit in that category we never once thought Yoongi could be like one of those.

That could only mean everything we knew about him was wrong and by proceeding with a put down procedure the entire clinic could get In trouble for negligence of the hybrids care, as bad as it may be it was a good chance for making the higher ups cancel the procedure, that way Yoongi will be able to be treated the right way and live.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit of hope bloom inside me, helping on Yoongis recover as now my biggest priority even though i had grew more than just a few feelings for him through this days we seen each other i must put them aside and focus on the matter at hand. Those are the thoughts on my mind as i push him slightly away, Interrupted by the sound of my cellphone ringing.

- let me take this… - I said stoping the kiss, he looked at me with heavy eyes but didn’t let me go.

Hands still holding tightly my waist as I breathless took my phone from my pocket, clearing my throat as i see Jin’s name on the caller. He must’ve had arrived already.

- yes? - I began taking the call.

- hey yn, i arrived already, just left Yoongis room and I sanded some cleaners to fix everything it should be done by the time you’re over with his bath i think - he said, before pausing a long sight leaves his mouth - I’m sorry about it all, can we talk once you’re done?

I couldn’t stay angry at Jin for much longer, i knew better that his father must’ve had passed the order for Yoongis prescription and keeping in mind how his father the director really didn’t care if he lived or died anymore I shouldn’t have lashed out on Jin either.

- of course Jin, we should discuss some other things too - i tell him, meaning we must do something about this whole situ at hand with Yoongi.

- I’ll wait for you in my office then, see you - he said.

- see you Jin.

I turned off the call staring up at the hybrid in front of me, he had a curious look on his face still racing my back with his fingers. I took in all of him for one last time every little detail on his face feeling his warm body so close to mine before i release myself from his embrace. Walking back to the closet i get him some clean clothes setting them over the table i turned back to the hybrid.

- you should get change now, we’ll head back to your room - i tell him - Jin told me it should be back to normal by now.

- you’re always leaving me for that director - Yoongi mumbled behind me.

- what? - I turned back to him handing him the clothes.

I watched as he folded them into his own hands, never looking at me as he chooses what piece to wear first a pout forming over his lips. Ever since we meet i notice how he seemed to slowly get closer and more comfortable around me, the more i tried not to think about much of how possessive he seemed to become the more clingy he showed himself to be. I knew this wasn’t the right thing to do, by giving in this burning feeling growing inside my chest i could put him in danger a well as my career here at the clinic. I have been irresponsible this entire time but things need to change from now, my own hormones some how have disrupted this behavior on him as he said himself not long ago before we both make the choice to give in. He didn’t have a fault in all of this, after all he’s just a hybrid it is completely normal for them if they are put in such situations but, I shouldn’t have let that happen. As his doctor it is my responsibility to take care of him and I failed miserably at it, relationships with a patient are completely forbidden.

I can’t keep doing this to Yoongi anymore, i must draw the line now before is too late. Soon he will meet someone like him and probably forget about all of this between us anyway, i just need to save him.

A long sight left my lips before i turn back as h dressed himself.

- i need to discuss with Jin about he stimulants - i said, hearing the sound of clothes - that’s all.

- just that? - he said, still mumbling the words.

I could hear the pout on his lips as he said it, a small smile forming on my own lips. For the smallest second i let myself forget about all of my responsibilities, letting that feeling of warmth sink in my chest. Yoongi never wanted me with anyone else but him at the clinic i liked that, to have someone want you so desperately but that was his instincts. It was a normal behavior for them to feel protective of their partner. For them any other male presence meant a risk of losing their partner, acting out was a normal way to express that they cared.

Ever since he opened up about his feelings and my presence seemed to be getting his own hormones disrupted by mine, things were a lot more clear to me. That wasn’t him, just an instinct.

All because i failed miserably to keep my distance.

- why? - i asked him.

- it would mean I have to fight for your attention - he said, this time closer to me.

His words had a lot more meaning to it then i wanted them to, i had no doubt he meant every single one of them. Its common for snake hybrids to fight for their potential partner to mate if they are dared to by another male, Yoongi must’ve had interpreted Jin’s presence as a threat and certainly mistook my presence as a female in heat. It is much uncommon for it to happened, I myself never saw a hybrid mate with a human before it was so unrealistic too, none of my coworkers had said anything about it in all the years I’ve been working here. It really did made me believe that this was all my own fault, a hybrid mating with a human never happened before.

There was never a possibility for such thing to happened, hybrids and humans never showed any signs of attraction for each other before there was no scientifical background done above that.

Why would Yoongi even be able to sense my hormones was still something I can’t understand, it’s such an unusual possibility I can’t bearly begin to make sense of it. I couldn’t help but feel guilt about it, my presence was just like the heat stimulants for him. Nothing good comes from side effects. I can’t keep doing that to him.

- you don’t have to fight for my attention - i tell him.

He took a deep breath before walking back to me closing the distance between us, I immediately took a set back and he eyed me up and down at my sudden reaction.

- you… - he scoffed - you’re really driving me crazy.

- its not my intention, sorry.

My words had more meaning then i intended too, it was too soon but i had to begin drawing the lines between us. Now with JIn so close to his appointments especially, it will be better for him since he will soon be able to meet his potential mate partner and as much as it might bother me to stand behind those lines I shouldn’t have crossed before, i must carry on my duties as his doctor only. There is no space for love or any sort of feelings between us, our worlds are completely different from one another. This was never supposed to happen anyway.

The walk back to his room was quiet, no one dared to say a word and the space between us was thicker the the silence around us. It was almost to much to bare, having him so close yet so far away I didn’t know if he already had somehow caught on my sudden change as we walked through the long white corridors, he never said anything. I knew some time i would have to tell him this wouldn’t happen between us again but, i kept praying he would just run for the other female without saying anything. Even if it hurts, i just thought it would be better for him to carry on without me.

From time to time I would catch him smirking at me, he would look at me up and down as he walked slowly behind me, not being able to control my own heart feeling the heat rising up to my face blushing hot at his stare each time, he made sure to walk close to me the entire time sometimes bumping into me.

For the time being i would jut ignore it, until its the right time to tell him the truth and put that line between us once and for all.

Once we finally reached his floor through the elevators we made our way to his room, as we got closer i notice someone standing in front of the door to his room soon realizing from the looks it was Hoseok who stood there. He looked up at us a worried expression on his face slowly turning into an angry one as his eyes fall over Yoongis figure behind me.

- why is he not in a collar? - Hoseok spat, not giving me a chance o speak first.

- stop it - I warned him, a sight leaving my lips feeling Yoongi getting closer behind me a protective hand closing around my wrist.

- you’ve been walking around with him like this, without a collar? - he said, a baffled chuckle leaving his lips - after all that happened this morning!?

- yes and he didn’t bite anyone - I tell him, bitting my lip angrily - honestly Hoseok I’m tired of you all misinterpret him.

- now you’re defending him?! - he spat, walking closer to me making Yoongi quickly push me back and taking the front standing between me and Hoseok.

Both males stared down at each other, the sight made me feel a mixture of anxiety and guilty. Knowing Yoongi was only acting out of instinct because he misunderstood completely our feelings, this was just another reminder of why i should’ve been drawing the lines between us.

- I don’t have time for this, I need to talk with Jin about this whole situation - I quickly interrupted, getting myself between both of them i took Yoongis arm into my hand.

- I’ll go with you then - Hoseok said, resting over the wall beside the door.

This wasn’t exactly how I wanted to clear things out with Jin about Yoongi, it was personal and I didn’t wanted to have Hoseok knowing anything especially with his sudden attitude now. Seeing as he wouldn’t move anytime soon i only sighted taking Yoongi back to his room, i closed the door behind us once we were inside alone. Taking a quick look around the room seeing as everything was indeed cleaned up and fixed, the bed in the center as usual and neatly done as well as the small table beside and the only closet in the corner.

He would be able to make a new nest now and rest knowing no more meds would have such drastic effect over him again, i saw how he looked around probably already thinking about it as well.

Any signs from earlier events were all cleaned and I could only sight in relief quickly making my way to the closets over the right wall getting a few more covers from it and putting over the bed, feeling the sharp eyes of the snake hybrid over me as i moved around the room once i though it was enough for him i turned back to him who stood close by the bed watching with curious dark eyes.

- i thought you might want this, for a new nest - I tell him.

I don’t know what about this sentence that makes him blush so hard, he looks so adorable like that. I take in a mental picture of this look, soon i won’t be seeing him like that anymore but i shake off any bitter feelings from it. Treasuring this small moment, he mumbles a “thank you” and i begin to make my way out.

- I’ll be back later - I tel him before leaving.

Not looking back as i did so, the door felt heavier then it ever did. After everything that happened I couldn’t hold back the switch i felt once i made the decision, like that line was already drawn between us and he just didn’t know yet.

I took a deep breath after closing it completely, Hoseok presence beside me was a heavy cold bucket of water. I couldn’t blame him for his reaction, everyone seemed to be a little sensitive lately especially since all the events this morning. Safety protocols exist for a reason and as much as i hated to admit, it was wrong of me for taking Yoongi out without a collar on I shouldn’t have risked more even, essa especially when it had not been too long since he was acting that way.

- shall we? - he said, impatiently.

I only nodded letting him lead the way, guilty was weighing over me more then it ever did.

I knew Hoseok wasn’t happy with my decisions lately, he always been a brother to me and deep down he was just worried for me. I wasn’t exactly the smarted when it came to helping the hybrids, no matter how aggressive they would get i would always make sure to get the job done. There was not a single hybrid I treated that was continuously aggressive once i treated them, it is not their fault to act that way, after all, most of the times they are acting out of fear of getting hurt. Most doctors here don’t even try to get close to them when they are in such state, but I didn’t really liked letting the security handle them whenever those things happened. Just like the tiger hybrid was brought here, I made the mistake of using a small dose of tranquilizer and got hurt. Things like that can happen to any one here, that was why I always took charge of them. Deep down i knew i was part of the small portion of people here who truly wasn’t afraid of them.

Things can get ugly at any time, i wanted Hoseok to know that and stop being so angry about it with me because of it. He always seemed to think of me as a weak person, i got hurt and went back to work that’s how it always had been but lately he just seemed to be over reacting every time.

By the time we got in Jin’s office, the tension between us was thick enough to be cut in the middle with a knife as we both sat quietly in front of seokjins desk, the three of us only stared at each other for a couple of minutes after we got here no one even said a word.

Knowing Jin he was probably trying to figure out what had happened in the meantime for us to be in such situation, his eyes going back and forth between us. Hoseok was ready to set everything over the table, from the way he was heavily breathing beside me i could tell he was still angry at me.

- well… - Jin began, cleaning his throat.

- should i start? - i said, feeling the man beside me burn even more.

- please do - Hoseok spat, turning to me with anger over his eyes.

I swallowed hard, I’ve never been under this stare of his. It definitely pained me more then i wished it did. I took a deep breath before I start.

- I understand Yoongis behavior this morning was not one of the bests…. - I said, making Hoseok scoff beside me.

- yes, we talked over the phone about it for a bit - Jin commented.

- and we came to the conclusion that, such dose of heat stimulants could have side effects… - I said - after talking with Yoongi it was clear to me that this dose everyday was making him sick to the point he was so uncomfortable it made him lose control today.

- I understand - Jin said - I already made a few calls and since you commented before he’s been giving signs of heat they called off completely the meds.

At the mention of his heat Yoongis words went through my mind again, his sudden confession for not heaving a heat was something we had to discuss now. It might also be the cause to his side effects from taking the heat stimulants, when hybrids used to be put under the drugs they should give signs of heat as soon as they take the first dose but Yoongi only started to give signs lately under a big dose. All could only tell he wasn’t being affected even the slightest bit positive by the drugs because there was no heat happening to begin with, which could only resolve in a bad side effect.

- he’s not in heat - I stated, finally bringing a surprise reaction from Jin.

- what? - Jin nervously asked, a chuckle leaving his lips as if not believing me.

- i talked to him about it today, he told me he doesn’t go into heat - I explain - from what I can tell, he only mates to reproduce but we should take new exams to make sure.

There is a moment of silence between us three, Jin seems to be deep in thought probably going over everything to make a conclusion out of this. As much as it could help Yoongis situation, him not having heat meant more exams would have to be taking on him which would only trouble the procedures for his mating and we would need the directors approval first. He could state it is not necessary and we wouldn’t be able to do anything and Yoongi would still have to be put under the drugs again, if Jin convince his father we might be able to save him.

The information he gave us would be crucial to stop his put down, even thought it was just a hybrids heat cycle it would meant the director wouldn’t have much choice but proceed with new exams and procedures for Yoongi and depending on his results he wouldn’t have to be put down anymore.

I felt hope growing inside my chest at the thought of it

- I know you’re thinking what I’m thinking Jin - i tell him, immediately capturing his attention. There was a small smile over his lips as he looked over me.

- I’ll talk with the director and get the permission immediately - he said - it’ll take some time and we must take the exams first, by the time he has to meet the female snake we should have it all settle though.

- wait - Hoseok interrupted - so what does all of his weird behaviors come from?

- probably side effects of the drug hes been taking - i said, keeping short Hoseok wasn’t from the same unit as me things like this were unusual for him - hell be clean from it by Monday.

- yes….- Jin sighted - I understand my mistake and it seems y/n has a way with him no one here does so, I trust you to keep taking good care of him.

- as long as she fallows the protocols - Hoseok said.

- what is this about now? - Jin asked.

- I took him to bath and brought him back without a collar - I said honestly.

- y/n…. You’ll give me grey hairs - Jin said holding his temple - please fallow the protocols, i understand but…

- I will, sorry -I tell him - can we talk alone for a moment Jin?

- oh, yes - Jin looks over to me - what is it?

I wait until Hoseok leaves before i tuner my focus back to Jin, the time until were finally alone i kept thinking and rethinking how to even begin with all of this.

- so what is it y/n, you seem a bit worried? - Jin said, getting up from his seat in front of me to take the one were Hoseok sat before.

- It’s just, this whole situation with Yoongi and what he told me about not having a heat - i began - I can’t help but think that, everything we knew about him was wrong and by proceeding with this procedure the entire clinic could get in trouble for negligence of the hybrids care.

- I know, i was thinking about this too - he said - to be honest with you y/n i notice that after reading his old documents, Yoongi has been indeed been mistreated.

His words immediately stole my breath away. This was much more then i thought it was, it made me question more and more if all this time his behavior wasn’t just an act of rebellion on the clinic but rather tiredness and anger from being treated wrongly this whole time. While everyone thought of him as an asshole, he only acted that way because people have been unfair towards him. That made my blood boil.

- It’s been that way since he was brought here - Jin stated, a sight leaving his lips - i only recently found out about it, not much exams were taken of him for his well being but for scientific purposes. They’ve been testing on him for years until he became… well the hybrid we know now.

- Jin… - I helpless said - what are you telling me now?

- You know exactly what I’m saying…. - i could see his eyes shining like never before - trust me, no one hates this more then me right now.

He had tears older his eyes before he quickly got up and walk back to his desk, Jin hated to be seen like that and it took me a few seconds to realize the meaning under his sudden confession.

They don’t intend to save Yoongi no matter what, its all a set up to hide what they have been doing all this years to him.

- i wont give up that easily - i stated to him - tell your father i said that.

- I won’t either y/n - he said, i could see the determination under his features and that encouraged me even more.

- lets get things right with Yoongi first, before his meeting with the female hybrid - i tell him.

- I’ll take care of it immediately y/n, I’m running a few call already things should start soon.

- ok.

I got up from the seat and made my way to leave.

I could bearly begin to digest all the information that Jin just told me, I couldn’t believe such thing was happening right under my nose at the clinic. All of those years he’s been enduring god knows how many testes done to him without his consent, the more I thought about the more i began to think that maybe the guy he bit that time deserved all of it.

His behavior started to make more sense to me, this whole time he was in defensive mode, even with me. Just like the tiger hybrid i treated that day, Yoongi was also been through so much and he never had a chance to stop it.

I couldn’t help but think about his words, “please, tell me you’re not one of them”. At that time it didn’t made much sense to me but now, feeling this heavy weight on my chest the burning sensation under my eyes.

By the time i left Jin’s office i was bitting into my lip to hold my sobs from leaving my mouth, once i was inside the elevator i could bearly hold it back. It just pained me so much to know it, how hurt he must been all of this years all alone. No one knew it and the ones who did knew never said anything, not did they ever tried to help him.

I didn’t know what to do with all of this information, i just knew that now more then ever i wanted to be with him. After all of this time i was the only one Yoongi didn’t felt threatened by and finally i could understand what he meant all this time, before i could clear things out with him i had to pull myself together. There was more to do then i thought, I don’t have time to cry now i had to save him. I never leave any patient behind, I won’t leave him too.

Feeling the anger dripping out my skin I began to hate even the walls of the clinic and everyone here, anger boiling over me at Jin’s father for allowing all of this to happen and then just try to cover it all with all this stupid procedure but still force him to mate just to keep doing those experiments with another hybrid, i doubt they would wait for the hybrid to even grow up before they begin.

When the door of the elevator opened I made my way through the corridor without a single thought in mind, soon stoping in front of the door i put on the code to get in.

My body is hit by the hot temperature wave of his room already used to it by know, my hands are shaking by my sides once I see him already in his bed. I could tell from the looks over the messy bed he had already done a nest on it, sitting down over the mess of covers he looks up to me as i make my way towards him not wasting a second. He had a smile over his soft features but, quickly turning into a confused expression once he took in how i looked.

I don’t blame him, my face probably looked much puffier now since I’ve been crying on the elevators till i got here. I felt sick of it all, just for that moment i wanted to be just us not a doctor and a patient. Not a hybrid and a human. Just us.

Without thinking twice i took his hand in mine pulling him up as i close my arms around his neck, bitting into my lower lip to hold more tears from falling as i take in his smell.

How could they do this to him?

- what happened y/n? - he softly asked into my neck, arms closing around me just as strong as i held into him.

- I’m not one of them - i mumbled - I’m not like them…

As the words spilled from my mouth i held him tighter on my arms, noticing how his whole body went stiff realizing i knew everything. He tried to lean back but i only held him tighter, i couldn’t look into his face now i would only brake into tears if i did so, not being able to see anything but all the things they might have done to him.

He didn’t push me away after that, we kept ourselves like that for a while until he moved slightly away but I didn’t look into his face yet keeping my eyes over his exposed collar bones.

- you know…. - he began - y/n, please don’t cry I’m fine now.

- no… don’t say that - I murmured - Yoongi they’ll…

I stoped immediately from continuing, I didn’t know if now was the best moment to tell him the truth for all of this. I could bearly even say it out loud what would happen to him.

- what did they to you?

My voice was bearly a whisper, i couldn’t take that thought out of my mind. Why would they do such thing to him?

For another moment we didn’t spoke any words, he held me against him as he began to walk backwards till he reached to bed pulling myself with him as he sat down over it keeping me on his lap as his hands traced my back.

- it doesn’t matter what they did to me y/n…. - he whispered, hand holding my chin up to meet his face - i have you now, its more then I could ever ask for.

- dont say that… I’m not what you need - i tell him.

- but i want you - he said, his words sanding a chill down my spine - you should know that.

I wanted to tell him he was wrong, the was just the hormones speaking. That he needed was in fact the female hybrid and not me, a mare human. Another reason for us to not be together like this anymore, but just for today i allowed myself to be selfish again for just one more time I’ll stay in his arms.

[…]

Things didn’t got much brighter after that. I wished they did but it wasn’t that easy, Jin has been in a meeting with his father over the phone the entire morning to discuss about Yoongis future. He only told me he would be busy with that before the meeting started to inform me that he wouldn’t be able to participate in todays procedures with Yoongi, things were not exactly easy since his father was the one behind everything. Much later i found out Jin left the clinic to talk personally with his father, i began to worry even more about it.

I tried not to let show as i continued to work, when i left Yoongis room after barging in crying i had set in my mind that i would do everything to save him. If i have to give up on us to save him, i will. If someone mistreat him again I’ll put them on their place immediately, this is supposed to be a clinic to save and help hybrids recover not some crazy lab to experiment on those pure beings. They have been through enough already.

Since Namjoon was in charge of the treatment of the female hybrid i was the one in charge of checking their new room were they would be able to meet for the first time and began the mating process, as every hybrid have their own unique traits a separate space is created to accommodate their needs during matings to ensure a safe environment for both as they go through an important transition with their partner.

We had a few hybrids already in mating process, rehabilitation sometimes take longer for them and we cannot put them immediately into mating process as that can also make it harder for them to chose a partner. Our first priority is their safety and well being no matter what.

With Yoongis case I didn’t felt any different in that matter and the fact that this entire procedure to make him mate in the hopes that the clinic can keep his specie alive made me sick, if he was sick it would been a complete different scenario but since his healthy and the only side effect is his skin condition it doesn’t sit right with me to carry on this assignment, knowing the entire truth about the director and the things the clinic made him go through all this years kept making my stomach turn back and forth. I felt more inclined to save him even more now, no matter what.

The seventh floor was were the mating rooms were at, once i got there I quickly made my way towards the room assigned for Yoongi. The identification for it was YK10391Q, looking over the identifications on each door as i walked down the long white corridor it was separated by alphabetical order and his was on the few last ones. Every room had a separate entrance to a small room beside theirs were we usually stay to make sure the hybrids are well while they mate, everything is monitored by a medical team and the hybrids doctor on the first days before they began mating in case any problems occur. Anything can happen while they are alone there, in the past cases a few hybrids got a bit overwhelmed and ended up hurting their mate pretty badly and had to be quickly separated. They are given the privacy needed for their mating process but we always ensure everything is safe for them to enjoy such precious moment together. Nobody watches them but if something happens we must be there to assist them.

Yoongis room wasn’t much different from his right now, the temperature was high enough to make them comfortable and the lights were not as bright since their vision is very sensitive. There was a round bed in a corner covered with white heavy covers, on the other side close to it was a small bath tub still being installed.

- miss. Yn - said a male voice behind me.

I quickly turned noticing a man with a few papers in hand entering the room, he wore a yellow cap and by his uniform he must the one in charge of the design of the the room.

- hello sir.

- are you here to check the room of the patient doctor? - he asked.

- yes, are you the one in charge?

- I’m doctor, is everything to your liking? - he said while making his way towards the bathtub.

I took another glance around.

- the temperature is good as well as the lights here but, it’ll need more covers on the bed for a nest and could change the sheets for some silk, he has very sensitive skin it could be a little irritating for him - i said watching the man take a few notes.

- that wont be a problem miss, something else?

- ah yes, this bathtub how is going to be?

- just simple with a system for hot water and there will be put a small water fall in that corner as well as some lavender plants around, doctor Namjoon requested for the female since it helps her calm down.

- that’s good then - i tell him - for now that’s all i have in mind, when will it be done?

- it should be all done by today.

- okay, thank you.

With that i left the room.

We would be able to move Yoongi to the mating room today then, that was good since his mating would began on Monday. With him being able to be in his new room before anything we could still rearrange anything he might need.

Checking the clock on the elevator as i made my way to the first floor, seeing as i still had time before Yoongis lunch so i made the decision to check my patients before. Some normal and non eventful duties to clear my mind now is what i needed to get back in track.

I decided to check back on the tiger hybrid from yesterday, it hasn’t been a long time since i saw him so i should check his exams before making anymore procedures with him.

I took his files from the exam room noticing a few people were there a the moment, I complimented them before taking the files i needed and leaving for the hybrids room.

[…]

Yoongi - POV

I could still smell her scent on my clothes, ever since she left to continue her duties at the clinic after telling me she now knew everything. Part of me wished she didn’t know that, another small part of me was happy someone finally knew what they did to me and the fact that it was her brought some comfort to me but at the same time I couldn’t help but wonder if behind all of that she just pitted me.

No one has ever been this kind and understanding of me my whole existence, i was put on testes ever since I learned how to walk. They would take pieces of my skin, draw blood of me all the damn time. Not to mention the pain every time they tied me up in that bed to use chemicals on me, trying to test my scale’s capabilities of endurance, regeneration and so on. It became so much i could bearly eat anymore, it hasn’t been much long since they had finally stoped those tests.

Things felt different ever since these two new doctors began treating me, i never had a female doctor before. Never new why. She was the first one to treat me and I couldn’t help but feel embraced by her presence every time she comes in.

I had always hated the males in this clinic, they never showed me kindness even when i was a child. I wondered if all this time I wasn’t assigned a famele doctor on purpose, just to be mistreated by those men on purpose.

For all those years i had been in survival mode, leaning to adapt to stay alive but things seemed to have changed since yn came here. These two were not treating me for no reason, after being left alone to rot in here for so long their sudden appearance was not goin g unnoticed by me. I knew that she was hidden something from me, but Yn wasn’t like the other she would tell me when the time is right. I know she will.

Looking up at the dark ceiling of my room feeling the warm temperature surrounding me softly, touching my body through the silk. My skin felt so much better now with yn baths, for a long time i had simply given up on my shadding but I couldn’t do that anymore.

I had to look good for her, it was a given how fast i could heal my body. No one knew about that, even after all the tests they had put me under i still manage to hide everything about me from them. There was still a few things i had to hide from yn as well, i dont know how much longer i can keep this up though.

No wonder all those males doctors are always surrounding her all the damn time, her scent seemed to be all over the room even after she left. It continued to drive me completely insane, I wondered for how much longer will i have to keep this up with all the mating process she wants me to go through before i can finally take her.

I have a feeling those males she calls friends are trying to test my patience, not only do i have to worry about them but her other patients. That bunny was really asking to be eaten alive when he scented her, the more I thought about such thing happening the more anger boiled over me.

Did she liked that? How was he touching her? Is that the kind of hybrid she likes?

How dare her test me like this, i could feel my entire body vibrates with rage again. But quickly brushed off the best i could. I was lucky about the heat stimulants the first time, if i lash out again today i dont know how ill be able to get myself out of it again.

I hated to lie to her but, since she was also hiding things from me it was only fair.

Spreading myself over the soft surface of my new nest i let the warm temperature embrace by body comforting me into a deep thought.

- y/n…

Her name left my lips like honey, i could stil taste her from this morning.

It didn’t seem to be the right choice to mate with her but, after spending time with her and being around her I didn’t care if it wasn’t right anymore whenever I was with her every cell in my body called for her. After tasting her I knew she was ready for me, her scent was dripping from every inch on her skin a silent call for me to be with her only I could sense it.

She’s been considerate enough to get more covers four nest, I couldn’t believe when she did that. No one has ever asked for me to make a nest before, y/n was the one I wanted my mind wouldn’t change about that.

I needed her so desperately, I can’t take anymore crumbs from her. I need to feel her skin completely, every centimeter of her same beautiful body against mine. Her soft breaths as she can bearly hold heel self form the pleasure.

Spreading my arms above my head as the image of her beautiful face filled my mind, the ghost of her fingers around my neck were enough to make me go insane.

Even the silk covering my skin was unbearable in that moment, a feeling of numbness in my mind as her scent kept filling my lunges. I bite into my bottom lip tasting my own poison as I harshly ripped open my shirt, not being able to even control my movements any longer. Lifting it up to my nose to feel her scent better, it was so sweet i wanted to cry.

Hips moving up and down the more i thought about her body against mine this morning, how breathless she was under my touch, how delicate her skin feels.

I let that thought drive me completely out of my sanity in that dark room again.

[…]

Y/n - POV

By the time I was done checking on Jungkook the bunny hybrid again, i was restlessly making my way to the kitchen to get Yoongis meal. Jin didn’t call me but sanded a massage instead telling me to carry on the assignments without him. Nothing else, no words were needed anyway. I knew he was still talking with his father trying his best to convince him about Yoongi, i sighted watchim his food being prepared this was taking much longer then I thought it would. I just hope he gets in his father head to make the right decision for Yoongi, after all those years he deserves to be treated the right way.

I thanked the lady after she hands me the silver tray with Yoongis food, quickly making my way to his floor. I notice this time the food wasn’t just fruits but some nicely cut kimbab, the fact that they starved him all this years was a pinch to my heart. But now things will slowly start to go back to their right way, usually all the hybrids eat together at the cafeteria with a few exceptions for especial cases as we always ensure their safety and let them socialize with each other which is just as important for them. You can’t just lock them up in their rooms till they are fully recovered.

As i watched the numbers on the elevator go up i felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and carefully reach for it with one hand, seeing a massage from one of my colleagues informing that Yoongis mating room was all set. A sight of relief left my lips, thankfully I’ll be able to set Yoongi on his room before Monday. Since tomorrow is my rest day i won’t be working and will only be at the clinic Monday, the fact that I’ll be able to take him to his room brought some comfort to my mind. I didn’t wanted anything to happen while I wasn’t here and knowing Yoongi didn’t felt comfortable around the other doctor was not a thought that brought a pleasant feeling at all. Especially now that I know more about what happened to him, i felt even more protective of him. Not knowing if they would care for him nicely or continue to mistreat him.

Once the door of the elevator opened at his floor I quickly made my way through the long corridor toward his room, i had so much going on in my mind I didn’t know where to start with it. I knew i wanted to do but if Jin’s father don’t agree with us i could lose Yoongi forever, that thought was not the most pleasant to bear. I didn’t know what i was capable of doing if that ever happen, it didn’t help my nerves how Jin hasn’t returned any of my calls or massages.

For now i must carry on with Yoongis appointment as if nothing happened, until i can tell him the truth. He’s aware of the fact that i know what happened to him at the clinic, trying to carry on now as if I didn’t know or nothing happen was not what i wanted too.

With a long sight i opened the door to his room, ready to continue with this till the end whatever it might take to save him.

As the door closed behind me i waited until all the lights of the room were back on, felling the hot temperature of the room immediately embrace my entire body cold from the air outside. Walking closer to his bed were seeing as he was laying down upon noticing my presence he slowly lifted his upper body up.

Dark eyes staring into mine tiredly, almost immediately making my heart skip a beat.

I stared at him confused seeing his shirt ripped open on his body, exposing his chest completely as he just looked up at me with dark glossy eyes. I never saw such look on his face before, his eyes never looked so dark that his entire pupil was almost covering his entire eye, his chest moved up and down fast, sweat dripping down from his neck the ends of his hair wet from it.

I carefully placed the tray on the table over the side before quickly making my way towards the small cabinet on the right. Taking a new shirt and a towel with me stoping beside him, he slowly sits up completely as i begin to dry some of the sweat on his neck.

- did something happened, you look… bad? - i ask him carefully, worry filling every muscle in my body.

- I’m fine… - he mumbles, taking the towel from my hands to dry his face.

- are you sure?

- yes, y/n - he said, turning towards me as he takes of the shirt to replace for the new one i had in my hands - its just hot… can i have some water?

- oh, of course - I quickly got up to take the cup with water on his tray, turning around back to give him it.

He drank the water in big gulps, chest moving up and down faster as he finish it holding the glass over his knee as he looked down. I notice his eyes were slowly going back, still dark like a night sky but not like before. I sit back beside him, taking the glass from his hand to put it on the floor as I watched his motions. He looked exhausted as if he had run a marathon, i wondered what might have happened while i was gone.

I didn’t like to see him like this, i knew it was time for me to began setting boundaries and lines between us but, when i saw him like that i couldn’t help how i felt.

- hey… Yoongi - I carefully brushed a strand of hair out his face, gasping as he suddenly leaned down over my shoulder resting his face on my neck.

- you smell so good today… - he groaned over my skin, one arm closing above my legs as he leaned more against me.

I immediately went under panicking, there was a moment to draw a line. Set some boundaries Y/n.

- i brought you some food - I quickly changed the topic, taking his arm from around my waist as i got up.

Cleaning my throat while i take the tray with food with me, sitting back beside him this time i put the tray between us to create some space. I noticed how he looked at it for a moment then back up at me.

- you can’t eat only fruits for the rest of your life - i tell him - so, to start small and simple some kimbab. It’s really good and healthy, its made with vegetables and some tuna rolled up on rice. Here try some, eat slowly so you dont get an upset stomach.

I held one roll up for him to take it, he carefully holds before his nose smelling it before he takes a small bit of it a few pieces falling over his chest in the process.

- oh, no… - I chuckled slightly at his face once he realizes the mess he made - you’re like a kid eating.

Out of habit i took a napkin quickly cleaning the new shirt i gave him from the sauce it dripping on it, leaning closer to him as i cleaned his chin. He watched me quietly, not moving an inch until i lean back clearing my throat.

- so do you like it? - i ask him, swallowing the nervousness back inside.

He just takes another roll and put the entire thing on his mouth, looking at the food between us. Redness rising over his checks as i looked at him astonished.

He never looked so nervous before, what it is happening right now?

Confused i filled another cup with water for him handing it towards him as he took it sill not looking my way, he swallowed the food before taking a big gulp of water.

- sorry… - he said, looking up at me - I’m just… feeling bit hungry now.

- oh - the sound came out of my lips more surprised then I intended to - well eat more then but, slowly this time.

He just nodded before taking another roll and biting into it. For a long moment he just eat slowly and quietly, our eyes would meet from time to time whenever he wanted more water.

- you’re not… - he said after some time - you won’t ask about what happened earlier?

- well, i know enough… to be honest Yoongi, i dont want to make you go through all of that again just to tell me.

He nodded. I took the tray from the bed putting it over the table, we still had som time before i have to go home.

- right, your knew room is ready - i tell him, turning back to him noticing he sat in a more comfortable way resting on his arms.

- knew room?

- all hybrids are put in a special room for the mating process - I explained.

- oh, right… that thing - his face seemed to darkened as he realized what i was talking about.

- we still have some time so i would like to take you there today - i tell him.

- does it have to be today?

- yes, I’m not… i dont work at the clinic tomorrow.

- you dont?

- no Sunday is my rest day, I wasn’t even supposed to be working this afternoon.

- oh, sorry for making you work more.

- this is nothing, - i tell him - besides i like being with you.

- you do?

I nodded giving him a small smile. He gave me another smile in return, looking more relaxed now.

After everything that happened this morning I knew better then to overstep the protocols again with Yoongi, since he didn’t have a good history I assumed he was put on Red code for his attacks although I knew he didn’t meant to hurt anyone he would still have to be put on a collar before going out. On a small compartment beside the hybrids door its their collar for when is needed, all red coded hybrids had it, quickly making my way there typing the code to open the compartment i took the small metal collar. Turning back to him as he slowly walked to me.

- lets go see your new room?

- i dont have much of a choice do i? - he mumbles once he stood in front of me.

His mention brought a sense of discomfort to me, he didn’t have any. And i hated that more then he could imagine.

- sorry…

I looked up at him, his sudden apology bringing my attention back to him as i closed the collar around his neck.

- dont be, you’re right…. - i sighted - i won’t let them hurt you anymore Yoongi. Know that.

I wanted to make sure he knew that. After all I was here to save him, the reason why I chose to be a hybrids doctor was to help this new specie that fell misunderstood by so many when it wasn’t even their fault.

Knowing Yoongis past made me feel uneasy, not for him but now I felt even more pressure to make sure he’s well. Just the thought of being like one of those people from his past that mistreated him so badly made me sick to my stomach.

In just a few days Yoongi managed to completely steal my heart for him, ever since I meet him I’ve been trying my best to ignore those feelings growing inside of my chest. But the closer we got to each other the more I couldn’t let go of him, today wasn’t any different.

- let’s go see your room then - I breathed out.

He gave me a small smile before I opened the door for us to leave. I didn’t felt comfortable having to put him in a collar again, everything just felt so unfair ever since Jin told me about his past in the clinic. I felt like I should be even more careful with him now.

My entire career was dedicated to help hybrids who have been mistreated and unwell, I knew that even though he seemed fine on the outside he must’ve not feel the same on the inside.

He walked close to me as we made our way down the hall towards the elevators, no one said a words as we walked letting the comfortable silence fill the air around us. I notice how we were the only ones on this floor for that moment, but weekends are usual like this and if no special call are made for rescued hybrids the whole day goes by calmly.

I was grateful for days like this at work, it meant the hybrids were well and that was all I wanted for them.

It didn’t took much longer for the doors to the elevators to opened to the seventh floor, I walked out being fallowed by Yoongi who grabbed the back of my coat as we made our way through the long corridor till his own room.

I swallowed nervously, every hour that went through was a clear reminder that my time with him was going to end. I know I needed to set the line between us and stop this before it gets out of hand, it was hard enough already and Yoongi didn’t make it any easier to me.

Now that all was left was a day before he meets the female snake hybrid, I felt even more uneasy knowing he will soon be with someone who’s just like him and can fulfill his needs better.

There is reason why hybrids and humans didn’t work out together and why there has never been a single case like this happening, hybrids can only mate with other hybrids even though they are half humans. We can’t sustain a connection with their hormones to reproduce, for that reason, they don’t feel attracted to us at all.

I couldn’t understand how Yoongi could tell I was ovulating or how that seemed to wake something on him but, it happened. I could already feel the heat growing on my checks the more I thought about. Was I so hot and bother by his male presence that I lost a bit of control?

Shaking this thoughts away as we finally stopped in front of the door to his new room, i quickly typed his code on the digital panel on the wall. Making my way inside the room as the door opened for us, the room now had the same light effect from his old one.

I closed the door behind us as the lights slowly began to turn up above us, it would stay turned off like he was used to but slightly shining on a more warm low tone to make the room more cozy for them.

I watched as he slowly began to walk around the room inspecting every corner of it, he first walked towards the bathtub on the right corner occupying almost the entire wall as a small water fall with lavender flowers and some blue ivy’s surrounded them, a bit of steam flowing up from the water as it continued to fill up indicating it was warm.

He then made his way towards the bed on the other side, checking the extra covers on it with his fingers.

This room wasn’t as big as his other one, but it was made sure that the bed was spacious enough for them as well as the bathtub I see now. I knew for a fact he would love that for sure.

- what do you think? - I ask him, making my way towards him - is there anything you don’t like? We can change it up for you.

- it’s… nice - he murmured, turned back to me.

- that’s good to hear - I tell him - if you feel like you might need something more, just tell me and I’ll get it ready for you.

- can I get you here? - he took another step in my way closing the distance between us.

- that’s not… I mean-

- you said anything? - he interrupted, turning his head slightly to the side furring his eyebrows as he stared at me with those dark orbs.

- I meant for the room, the… you know - I couldn’t form a single straight word as I kept looking into his eyes, heat washing up on my checks the more hi stared and a smirk lift his lips up.

He chuckled leaning towards me, making me immediately hold my breath. His eyes locked with mine as he held my chin between his fingers, thumb slightly brushing over my bottom lip.

I was once again completely under his spell, it was almost unfair how easily he could have me wrap around his finger with only a few touches and sweet nothings. For a hybrid he sure knew how to lure humans into him, but to say he was not attractive would be a lie.

Yoongi was without a doubt the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen in my life, it didn’t took a genius to see his beauty was something completely different then anything in this world, he looked dreamy in every way. Like the ocean beautiful and filled with mysteries.

Almost human looking if not for his beautiful scales over his neck that shined a mix of white and lilac like a pearl. Almost unnoticeable at how softly they were on his body, shining so beautifully under the lights making him look even more unreal. Some would think a black mamba snake hybrid shouldn’t look like this, Yoongi sure was one of the rarest specie we had in our clinic. Black mambas aren’t truly colored black as many would think, the animal name comes from the black colored inside of their mouths and eyes and their body is of a grayish color. You could tell the similarities on him from his eyes, black like the night sky and the soft gray of his scales that only shined a upon light. Yoongi had no warm tone on his body, were his skin wasn’t covered in grayish scales he was so pale some would think he was sick but that was just another thing that made him even more special.

I stoped him from leaning in more with my hand over his chest feeling how his breathing has quickened as it moved up and down under my hand, swallowing nervously as i looked up into his eyes. His expression didn’t change a bit at my movements, he licked his bottom lip before turning his head slightly to the other side bring his hand up to cover mine on his chest pushing down against him and stoping over his hip.

- let me bite you again - he said in a whisper immediately stealing my breath away.

- what?

- please… i don’t think i can do this anymore y/n - he murmured, as if he was in pain.

Before i could say anything he pulled me against his body complete with his other arm, circling around my waist burying his face on my neck a gasp leaves my lips as i feel his hand sliding up my back under my coat stoping at the back of my neck.

My own hands holding him by the arms trying to put some distance between us but failing completely, i tried again at the feeling of his fangs over the skin of my neck brushing over it every so slightly.

- please… i wont hurt you i promise - he whispered above my ear lips brushing against it.

- i don’t… i - no words would come out of my mind to make any sense of this.

The more I felt his hands all over me again, the more my body seemed to gave in his words. Every inch of skin he traced with his fingers left a path of heat on my skin that spread all over me, i could feel any sense i had left my mind the more he held me. Any ounce of regret completely washing out of me as his fangs danced over my neck right over where he bit me before.

I was ready to give in closing my arms around his neck as he did the same, holding me tightly burying his head deeper in my neck ready to leave another mark on it.

My body burned in anticipation but, all that heat was abruptly cooled down the second i heard the door opened and steps towards us.

As if an instinct I immediately pushed Yoongi away making him fall over the bed and he looked at me almost angrily, i gave him an apoplectic look before turning to the source who interrupted us so suddenly and I immediately felt my body froze at the sight of Jin right there.

- sorry, did I surprise you? - he asked confused.

- ah…yeah a little bit - i mumbled, swallowing nervously.

- well, my apologies if I interrupted your sentimental hug i need to talk with you y/n - he said, now sounding more serious.

- of, course - i turned to Yoongi who now seemed to be even more angry - if you need anything there is a button on the panel beside the door if you push it, it will immediately be directed to the service desk you can call for me or request anything you might need.

- yeah, whatever… - he mumbled not looking at me as he got up, walking past me towards the bathtub.

I just nodded and turned to Jin giving him a small smile as we made our way out of the room, i was thankful once again for Jin if he didn’t show up god knows were i would have end up in that room with him. Shit, he didn’t see anything right?

A sight left my lips once we were out of the room in the long white corridor of the seventh floor, i knew i had to get a hold of my emotions but gosh how difficult did Yoongi had to make things for me. How many times will he put me in such situations? Thankfully we were just holding each other and Jin only took it as a hug, i need to stop this before it gets too much Yoongi clearly told me today he won’t hold himself for much longer. I shouldn’t be alone with him anymore, that way he wont act out and i wont have to fail again to stop him. Clearly he knew how weak i was with him and would only make things more difficult to me.

Jin turned suddenly to me, a serious look over his features. Once the door closed beside us he looked up to my eyes, i never once saw him this serious and it was not very assuring to see him like this. I could tell he was tired, the conversation with his father took so long it must have been a hell for him.

- Jin?

- y/n… - he gave me a small smile.

All about his looks we’re telling me something was off, knowing how long it took for him to come back with an answer from his father about Yoongi and how difficult it has been ever since we stared with his treatment, this could only mean it didn’t work.

I could already feel the burning behind my eyes the more I stared at Jin as he stood in front of me, as if the entire world was coming crashing over me.

- Yoongis case…. - he began, eyes staring down at the floor - his case was passed entirely to me, I’ll be the one in charge of him from now on.

- Jin…

Just like that as my brain begins to understand his words completely, I felt like I could finally breath again.

I couldn’t believe his words, by Yoongi being passed to Jin completely he would be able to take care of him without any questions. I immediately pulled him for a hug, hearing his chuckle on my neck as he hugged me back just as tightly.

- you almost got me! - i said, pulling out to look at his face - how did you get it?

- to be honest with you, he was very reluctant at first but if it wasn’t for… - he paused, looking at both sides of the corridor before leaning closer to whisper - his new addition.

- what do you mean?

- a new snake hybrid was assigned to the clinic - he simply said, eyes shining over mine.

Another snake hybrid? I didn’t know if I should be happy for it being the reason Yoongi was released from Jin’s father or worried, he might end like Yoongi.

- what? - I asked, releasing Jin from my arms - so far it was almost impossible to get them?

Truth be told, snake hybrids were the rarest kind to be found. That was the reason Jin’s father was so set on making him mate just to continue his specie.

Jin leaned on the wall a knowing smirk on his full lips as he looked at me, putting his hands on his pockets before continuing.

- i know, but knowing dad he would do anything to get what he wants and with the positive background of Yoongis treatments done by you he managed to get the permission for it.

- what does it have to do with me? - I asked even more intrigued.

- everything about Yoongis case was reported to my father, he used that to get the female hybrid and now he got another male in case… - he paused before continuing lowly - in case Yoongi doesn’t make it.

I let his words sink in before a long sight left my lips, bitterness rising under my tongue all over again. How dare they assume he wouldn’t make it after treat him so terribly for so long just to make it seem like “he didn’t make it”.

Jin seemed to notice exactly what was running through my head as he quickly turned to me, giving me a smile.

- don’t worry y/n, that won’t happen anymore - Jin assure me, giving my should a light squeeze.

- i know… - I breathe out - I won’t let it happen.

I will do my best so Yoongi never goes through all of that pain again, I’ll continue to treat him until his fully recovered and I’ll be there for him as he mates just like any other hybrid.

He deserves everything of the best. I’ll make sure he gets the treatments he needs in order to be happy.

- is that why you were hugging before? - Jin sudden asked, making me look at him suprised.

- yeah… - I could already fell the heat rising up on my cheeks and quickly looked away from him.

I could only nod as we made our way towards the elevators, no one said anything after that and I could think was things will finally work out for us now.

Like a heavy weight was lifted from my shoulders.

[…]

After our talk me and Jin decided to rushed things a bit, since Yoongis meeting with the female hybrid was in a day. If anything went bed we still had some time to make any adjustments for him, we would be starting over with a few exams today and as the results would be ready only tomorrow Jin would be in charge of Yoongi before the mate meeting.

I couldn’t hold my excitement as we walked out of the office, it was long enough for Yoongi to finally get the rest he needed and to be treated like a patient and not a lab rat.

When’s hybrid is admitted to the clinic, we first check his vitals and take some blood samples for exams and check the levels of their hormones. As well as any symptoms of sickness he might be feeling to proceed with the medication he needs.

In his case I agreed with Jin to get him fully examined, since I didn’t know what kind of tests were done on him we would have to check everything to ensure his condition is good.

After getting the right medical devices me and Jin made our way back to Yoongis room to start his procedures.

I could do all of it alone, but lately Yoongi was making me more nervous than usual. I didn’t wanted to risk anything like before so I made sure Jin would be with me at all times, in case Yoongi might try more of his plays.

Already in front his new room i quickly inserted the code on the digital panel and the door opened, I made my way in as Jin fallowed right behind me. Even though I asked him to come for other reasons, I could tell he was excited about too.

Not many people at the clinic knew this, but Jin cared a lot for the hybrids. He was usually busy but whenever he could he would show up at the clinic and help out, just like now with Yoongi.

I couldn’t mess this up now more then ever, my feelings shouldn’t matter now. Jin is putting every effort he has into saving Yoongi, if anything happens it will only reflect badly on him.

This is a hard to carry on, I let myself fall too deep for Yoongi. But I knew that once he meets the female snake hybrid, I’ll be left out in his memory only. Hybrids crave a mate more then anything else, I was just a side effect in his life. Nothing to worry about, soon he’ll meet with the one who’s meant for him.

I should forget about this feelings now, before getting myself hurt.

- Yoongi? - I asked standing in the middle of the room as I didn’t find him anywhere there.

- where is he? - said Jin beside me

I could already begin to feel the drastic change of emotions boiling up in my chest, worrying something might have happened in the last couple hours.

But before I could even get a single word out of my mind, the snake hybrid emerged from the bathtub.

I never felt more grateful for having Jin right beside me then in that moment, as I watched Yoongi brushing his wet black hair back completely - as I notice from all his clothes on the floor - naked in that bathtub exposing his skin for all eyes to see.

I gulped down, trying my best to stay focused on the task set for myself but, oh, god, how badly I wanted to run my finger through his hair, how baldy I wanted to give in to him.

Let me bite you again.

His words were like poison in my head, completely losing myself again as his dark and glossy eyes stared right at my figure. A chill running dow my spine at the sight of him.

- Hello Yoongi - began Jin beside me and I was grateful once again - are you enjoying your new room?

- humm - he purrs, eyes still not letting go of me - now I’m.

Shit.

- that’s good to hear - Jin said - we’ll be taking a few exams right now if you could please dress yourself?

- oh, more exams - he mumbled, moving forward still in the bathtub he leaned on the edge of it before looking up at me - can you help me y/n?

- what? Oh, yes - I stumbled on my words, still not over how beautiful he looked.

My reaction seemed to amuse him as I hear his deep chuckled behind me once I quickly made my way toward the small cabinet on the right to get him a new pair of clothes and a towel, and here I though he would behave himself if we weren’t alone.

I made my way towards him to hand him the towel, feeling the heat burn my whole face once I was close enough to hand him the towel. He looked up at me for a second not moving an inch to get it, amusement clearly facing over his soft features before he took it from my hand slowly as if on purpose.

I also didn’t move an inch, not caring this time to even look away as he got up covering himself with the towel finally getting out the tub to get dressed.

Now standing in front of me he took the clothes from my hands, leaning closer to my face.

- did you think about my offer? - he whispered, dark eyes drifting down to my lips.

Offer?

Let me bite you again.

I gulped down hard. He was clearly trying to get under my skin now, something felt different about him. Ever since we got here he’s been acting different, I couldn’t wrap my finger around it but something on his voice and even his eyes were not the same.

This time I turned around not to look, making my way back to where Jin stood looking anywhere but at me and Yoongi in that moment.

- ahm… we’ll take a sample of your blood Yoongi - Jin decided to break the ice - if you don’t mind.

- is y/n the one who’ll do it? - Yoongis question brought my attention back to him, he already had dressed his bottom and turned to me and Jin while putting on his shirt.

- of course I will - I reply, Jin gave me a small smile before handing me de syringe from the small silver tray.

I notice how his eyes switched to the syringe in my hand as I approached him, looking attentively at it as I carefully lifted his arm up to take some of his blood.

This kind of procedures are needed to help detect any diseases hidden from the naked eye or any damage caused by the tests done on him over the years, since no other exams were taking to ensure of that we would have to take a new one and blood tests are more accurate in this case.

Pushing the sleeve up his arm to find his vein seeing as they weren’t blue or green but a dark gray, was something I didn’t notice before. I looked up to his eyes before continuing, he had a hard expression on his face dark eyes still focused over the syringe.

- it’s okay… - I softly mumble to him, bringing his attention back to my face - it won’t hurt, you know how is done.

- I do… it’s just… - he sighted.

- I know - I tell him, carefully running my thumb over the single gray vein on his arm - I’ll do it know.

He only nodded looking away from it. This time he moved a bit when I inserted the needle into his vein, his eyes looked at floor clouded at the motion.

Thankfully things like this didn’t took much longer and in a second I was done with it, pressing over the vein with a small cotton making sure no blood drops before sliding his sleeve back down.

- hey… - I bring his attention back to me, holding his hand softly.

He nodded slowly almost leaning towards me but I quickly took a step back, stoping him before anything happens. I gave him a small smile before turning around to give Jin the syringe and the small blood sample.

- just one more now - Jin said - should we go already?

- ah, we…

- yes, please - Yoongi interrupted before I could even ask him - the sooner we do this the sooner it ends.

- right… - Jin replied behind me already making his way toward the door.

I wait for Yoongi before making my way to Jin, taking the collar from the compartment beside the door. Yoongi is quick standing close to me lowering his head down a bit for me to close the metal collar around his neck.

Usually at time like this he would never miss the chance to stare deeply into my souls with his dark and glossy eyes but, now he looked anywhere but me. Blinking a couple of times before nervously hold into my coat, once I’m done with the collar I took his hand from my coat into my own.

He didn’t look at me but seemed to be a bit more calmer this time.

I could only wonder what might have gotten into him, Yoongi wasn’t knew to this kind of procedures so his reactions were unexpected to me.

All I could think about in that moment was make sure he was alright until we are done with the exams, I’m sure once we are alone he’ll talk to me about it.

It didn’t took much longer for us to get at the exam room, the entire way there I could notice how Yoongi only seemed to grow more anxious beside me. Unknowingly holding my hand tighter each time, if I didn’t trust myself I would’ve stop this right away. But the exam was a good thing for him, it might be very helpful in order to make the right adjustments for his health.

I didn’t minded Jin presence this time and kept myself close to Yoongi at all times, I wanted to make sure he knew I was there for him and wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him.

Once we got in the room I notice from our proximity how stiff he became at the sight of the room, stoping in front of him to change his attention from it to me.

- hey, Yoongi - letting go of his hand to hold his chin softly - I’m right here okay?

- okay…. - he murmured looking back at me.

- is alright if your nervous - I assure him.

- is everything alright? - Jin asked.

- yeah, I’ll prepare him for it you can wait in the other room - I tell him.

Jin nods giving us one last looks before leaving for the room right next to us, separated by a glass window.

I turned back to Yoongi who’s attention was back at the bed in the middle of the room, it was a scan exam done by a clinical machine above the bed.

Just like and x-ray but for your whole body.

- come with me okay? - I gently hold both his hands guiding him towards the bed.

As he sat over it i quickly undid the bottoms of his shirt to carefully place the electrodes on his chest, once I made sure his heart beat was shown on the computer beside the bed.

- alright we are almost… - I took one glance at him before everything completely changed right there.

He looked up at me almost out of breath, chest moving up and done quicker then before as a bit of sweat began to form over his forehead. He was in panic, his heart beat racing on the computer.

- Yoongi what happen? - I held his chin softly up brushing some of the sweat from his face.

- I can’t do this… - he swallowed hard - please y/n take me out of here…

He held into my coat harshly pulling me into him, tears forming under his eyes as he looked up at me.

I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces at the sight. All the abuse from Jin’s father right there in his eyes as he desperately held into me.

- I know Yoongi…. - I held his face softly between my hands - I’m right here for you okay, I’m not leaving you alone. We can do this together okay?

- y/n… - he mumbled leaning into my touch.

- I hate seeing you like this…. - I whispered - I promise this will only take one second, I’ll be right here with you please Yoongi? I have to make sure… I have to make sure they didn’t hurt you any deeper then this.

I softly traced his face with my fingers, cleaning the tears from his eyes.

He leaned towards me resting his face over my chest, hands still grabbing my coat as he brushed his hair feeling his breathing slowly began to go back to normal.

I could see Jin’s worried expression through the window on the wall, he knew better then interver in a moment like this. By now everyone knew how sensitive Yoongi could get when he is in defensive mode.

- you feel better now? - whispered to him having him slowly nod over my chest, I leaned back to see his face catching his dark glossy eyes - can we continue now?

- yes… I can do it - he murmured leaning back but still holding into me.

- I’ll be right here for you okay?

- okay.

I gave him an assured nod as he slowly began to lie down the bed, taking deep breathes as he kept his eyes on me the entire time. I held his pinky to make sure he knew I was right there for him before I tune to the glass window on the wall giving Jin a thumbs up.

Jin nodded to me and with a second the machine begging to move above Yoongi, first the light would scan the individual for then scan throughout his body.

The blue laser light of the magnetic resonance begin to scan his body from head to toe, then from down to up his head. With that the scan was done already.

Once the machine stoped Yoongi got up from the bed as quickly as possible and before I could say anything he pulled me in for a hug by the waist, chest moving up and down against mine as he breathes deep.

- see? I told you it was going to be quick - I told him, lifting my hands up to brush over his black hair.

- it’s the last time right? - he asked over my ear.

- it is Yoongi.

He sighted resting his head on my shoulder. The first step towards his new life has just started, knowing he must been through so much this kind of reaction we’re bound to occur.

But from now on Yoongi will be able to heal from all of this and I’ll be right here for him.

To be continued.

Notes: here is is finally! I hope you guys like this chapter and next update will be next week! See you guys soon! I’m sorry if it wasn’t so good the next chapters will be more interesting!! Thank you for reading my works ! 🫶🩷🩷🩷

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[thehappyvet]

Just a reminder if you decide to illegally take a wild animal from the wild for yourself, even if you have the best interests at heart, you could be killing it.

If you feed it the wrong diet you can cause it's bones to break or other diseases associated with mineral imbalances. If you feed it too much you could cause issues associated with obesity including excessive fat stores.

If you aren't a trained wildlife rehabilitator you won't understand the importance of preventing imprinting or humanising. So you'll cuddle it, play with it, and let your pets play with it. So it will think it can only get food from humans, and that humans and domestic pets are part of its family.

If you take it while it's still young it won't learn the necessary foraging and social skills from its parents to survive in the wild. You might joke you don't even need a cage for it, but it isn't able to go anywhere because you've made it dependant on you.

If you aren't a wildlife carer or in the animal health industry you might not realise it's injured and needs treatment. This could lead to broken bones setting in ways that the animal can't perform normal functions and suffering from a life of chronic pain. Or it could lead to it suffering a slow and agonising death.

You might also not be aware that wildlife can contain diseases that can make you sick or even kill you. You could put yourself and your loved ones at risk of serious zoonotic diseases by bringing it home.

And, if you are found to be illegally holding a wild animal without the intention of rehabilitating and releasing it, the authorities are stuck. They can't release the animal because it thinks humans and domestic pets are friends. It can't forage for itself. It can't socialise with its own kind. It could have injuries or diet associated diseases that mean it can't perform normal functions, or is suffering from chronic pain. If they released it, it would die.

Is it fair for that animal that your choices have led to it not being able to experience its life in the wild as it should?

If you take something from the wild and intend to keep it, I hope this makes you think twice.

These kinds of stories are all over social media now, but none of them tell this side. They normalise putting a wild animal though an incredibly stressful experience purely for likes and engagement.

If you want to be a hero, get accredited to be a wildlife rehabilitator. Join an amazing network of compassionate humans just like you who understand that wild things should be wild, and do everything they can to get them back there.

If you find a wild animal and you're not sure what to do, call your local veterinary clinic or wildlife rehabilitation group. Trust that we have the knowledge to make the best choices for that animal. And if you want to make those choices, join us.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

More Gun content pleaseeeeeeeeee! If not, it's fine! Love your works, love your style, love your writings, well I, JUST love you! (YOU! For making lookism characters even more likeable even outside the manhwa!)

This is the FORTH time I asked and counting!

So people start having a nickname or whatever you call it when they ask or just say something. So I think I'll have to make my own...

I don't have any idea right now. Sadddddd!

Well I think that's all for now. Have good morning, noon, afternoon, evening and night sweetie, take careeeeeee!

"If not, it's fine!". Like I could say no. Thanks for asking unnamed anon and honestly thank you so much for your kind words! I'm still ill and feeling like I have less and less to say these days outside of just banging some writing out but this is just so face meltingly SWEET. You take care too!

Gun Park x Reader: Just moved in

Gun doesn't know what to make of this.

Those are your clothes all over his bedroom, no, your shared bedroom floor.

Somewhere under there was a pristine floor. Not that he ever cared much for the floor, but now that he can't see it, he cares about it an awful lot.

And it's not like he doesn't have enough space, or hasn't given you space. In his walk-in wardrobe he has allocated an entire wall for you yet most of your clothes just fit in these 2 drawers - you proved your point by cramming them in haphazardly with a grin.

That should have been a warning sign.

Gun bends down to pick up a few items of clothing, lamenting how it felt like only yesterday he was picking up someone's teeth after knocking them out, and now this is what he's doing.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices a flash of colour.

Ah, he's forgotten about that.

The ugly purple plushie sitting on your pillow. Sort of shaped like a rabbit, sort of shaped like a bear, definitely shaped like a monster.

He really regrets winning you that on an earlier date. You had grown far too attached and sentimental, and with anyone else that thing would have gone in the bin. Maybe even burned.

Yet with you... and to add insult to injury, that monstrosity now lives on the bed.

On top of all that, Gun thinks as he searches the penthouse for you to have a word about your disorganisation, the hideous plushie best left for another day, he thinks about your words to him the other day.

"You're using the knife wrong!"

Not professing to be a weapon expert, that's Goo Kim's territory, but Gun damn well knows how to use a chef's knife. For fucking dinner prep of all things.

Then you had the audacity to pluck it out his hand, and cut up the onion quicker and more efficiently. It still grates him to think about-

"Fuck!" Gun stumbles over a particularly large plant pot. Where the fuck-? Oh, of course. You and your fucking plants too. You must have about a million of them and now they are taking over the entire goddamn place.

"Y/N-" he starts, but the rest of his words die on his tongue when he sees you reading in the living room. Some music that absolutely is not his taste, but is completely yours playing.

The whole place feels a little warmer. With you. Less clinical than it used to be.

You glance up and give him that soft smile of yours, "Hey," and Gun realises he is totally done for.

Completely smittened and besotted. You can keep your ugly plushie, and your stupid plants and teach him how to use a knife properly.

In a handful of steps, Gun crosses the room to you, pressing a kiss on your lips. He cups the back of your head, and deepens it until you are leaning in and chasing for more.

He's wrong. There are no warning signs. Only constant signals since the day you met how well you would fit together. Sure there are minor cracks, but that is normal with any couples moving in together for the first time.

Normal. That's a first for Gun Park too.

Gun breaks away with a smirk on his face. Your pupils are completely blown, and cheeks flushed. Clearly you want more...

You need to earn it first.

"Clean up your fucking clothes." Gun says as you jolt in shock at his words.

True, he's utterly enamoured with you, but a man's gotta have standards.

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[reetreets]

Ninã - Miguel O'Hara / Teen Reader

THIS IS NOT A SEXUAL RELO ITS MIGUEL BEING A PARENT OKAY

summary:

“Niña?” Her heart stops at the voice in front of her. Theres only one person in the whole multiverse who calls her that.

“What the fu-hell are you doing here?”

She looks at him with open eyes, slowly rimming with tears.

“I-uh..I could ask you the same thing?” She says nervously.

OR:

reader is 17 and pregnant and wants to get an abortion but doesn't want anyone to know but miguel finds her at the clinic and takes care of her.

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Two lines.

Her eyes frozen, straight on the lines that scream "biggest mistake of your life" in her ears. A sob escapes through her throat and she lets the tears fall uncontrollably as she covers her mouth, slapping herself internally

"How could you be so stupid?" She asks herself.

She stays in the stall for about an hour, crying and cursing to herself until her legs start cramping up and she stops crying. She decides to go send in the report to Miguel, he’s been asking her for it for a while now.

Her and Miguel never really had the best relationship. She was always getting into trouble and he was always cleaning up after her. He would always give her the most criticism when giving briefs. Whether she’s being risky on missions, not thinking straight when fighting, putting herself into danger and thus stressing him the fuck out.

She opens the door to find the brooding male standing at his monitors. ‘Come on, just hide it. just for a little bit.’ She thinks to herslelf. She takes a deep breath before walking in.

“Hey Miggy” she smirks, knowing he hates that nickname. “I got that report you’ve been wanting.” she said, waving it in the air.

He turns away from his monitors to see the report and walks towards her before taking it from her hand. “I asked to see this 2 days ago.” He says while flipping through the pages and glancing at her. He notices her puffy eyes and red cheeks. ‘Is she crying? No, knowing her she’s probably high.’

As he thinks to himself, he questions his decision to recruit such a young, stupid teenager.

“Dios mío- are you high?” He asks sternly, looking her straight in the eye.

“What? No! What makes you say that.” She says, taken aback.

“Well your eyes and cheeks are red and puffy.” He replies, pointing at her face with the papers.

“I’m not high.” She says. “Besides, where would I even get good grass around here.” She joked.

“You’re lying. Fucking Hobie again isn’t it?” He says, muttering swear words in spanish.

“I’m not lying! Breath test me right now.”

“No i’m not bothered just- get out please. I really don’t wanna deal with your bullshit today.” He says, holding the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Alright alright.” She says, walking backwards to the exit .“See ya Miggy!” she laughs as he rolls his eyes, and turns back to the monitors.

But as soon as she leaves, her smile drops, and she lets out a massive breath that she didn’t know she was holding.

“Should I keep it?”

“Adoption is still a thing right?”

“How much does an abortion cost?”

“Oh God what are my parents gonna say?”

These thoughts swimming in her mind as she walks through the crowded halls of the Spider HQ.

“Ay, watch the arms fam.” She hears a voice, sounding like Hobie, but she can’t even process it right now. Her body is in autopilot, until she feels something grab at her wrist and takes her out of her mind.

“Hey, are you okay?” Gwen asks, looking at her with concerned eyes. She realises all her friends are in front of her

“Huh? Oh, yeah I’m great. Just peachy.” She says, putting on a fake smile.

“But..you’ve been crying?” Pavitr says softly, approaching her and putting an arm on her shoulder. The rest of the Spider-Teens circle her, worry filling their eyes.

“Whats wrong?”

“You alright fam?”

“You can talk to us”

She hears these words swinging around her ears until she pulls away from them and laughs.

“Guys seriously, I’m fine. Nothings wrong, I don’t know what you’re so worried about.” She says while walking away while putting the hood of her jacket on and shoving her hands in her pocket.

“I need to get rid of it.”

-

She enters the clinic, nervous with her hand clutching her purse. She walks up to a counter and looks at the nurse, “Hi, um…I have an appointment at 4?” She says softly.

“Yes of course dear, we just need you to sign these forms. Have a seat over there and we’ll call you when we’re ready to being the procedure.” The nurse says, smiling softly at her.

She nods, taking the papers and a seat in the waiting area. As she starts reading the papers, she’s thinking about how she ever got herself into this position. She feels her heart in her ears as she writes her signature for the fourth time.

“Niña?” Suddenly her heart stops at the voice in front of her. Theres only one person in the whole multiverse who calls her that.

“What the fu-hell are you doing here?”

She looks at him with open eyes, slowly rimming with tears.

“I-uh..I could ask you the same thing?” She says nervously.

“I donate here all the time. I just came to finalise some paperwork. Now you.” He said, crossing his arms.

“I…uh…” No words came out of her mouth. She sat there, silent, looking down to her feet.

“Wait.” He said, uncrossing his arms, and slowly approaching her. “Are you…pregnant?” He said, his accusatory tone being replaced with a more concerned one.

She sees him take the seat next to her, but doesn’t dare to move. Instead she lets the tears roll down her cheeks, soaking the papers as she covers her face with her hands.

“Oh niña, ¿por qué no dijiste nada?” He said, removing her arms and pulling her in for a hug. She reciprocates and wraps her arms tightly around his neck, falling into his embrace. She didn’t realise how much she needed this, having someone to care for her. To support her through this whole situation.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disappoint you,” Her words muffled with her face in his chest. He rubs circles around her back, rethinking his choices that made her so afraid to talk to him, that she kept a whole pregnancy to herself. “Does anyone know? Do your parents know? Or your friends?” He said, as he pulled away from her and wiped the tears off her red cheeks, giving him déjà vu from their last interaction. ‘Is this what she was crying about?’ He thinks.

She shook her head. “No. No one knows. I didn’t want to tell anyone. I just want to get rid of it and forget this ever happened.” She said, looking down, while fidgeting with her fingers. He nodded in response.

“Are you gonna tell anyone?” She said softly, as she finally looked up to meet his eyes. For once, the angry eyes were gone, and were replaced with orbs full of concern and worry.

“Not if you don’t want me to. Do you have anyone to drive you home?” He asked, with one hand falling onto his lap and the other falling onto her shoulder.

“No.” she said, “I was kind of gonna catch a cab.” She laughed, looking to the side.

He shook his head again. “No, I can’t let you do that. I’ll drive you back to HQ.”

“A-Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to bother you-“

“Miss L/N?” the nurse calls her. “We’re ready when you are.” She says, smiling at the young girl.

She looks back at Miguel with fearful eyes and he takes his hand in hers. “I’ll be here when you get back. If you need anything, just send one of the nurses to get me, okay?” She stays silent and nods before getting up and following the nurse to the room.

He sees her walk away and slumps in the chair, holding his face in his hand. He shakes his head internally to himself. Jeez he was acting like this girl was his own daughter. He found himself constantly glancing at the closed door, where she lay.

-

She changed into her medical gown and exited the bathroom, the knot in her stomach slowly growing.

“Lay down here and spread your legs out, we’ll start off with the anaesthesia.” The doctor said.

She followed her instructions and laid down with her legs spread. The doctor injected her and she slowly found herself loosing feeling in her private area.

“We’ll begin the procedure now. Clamps please?” The doctor said. As they began the procedure, she found herself thinking about the life she could have led, had she had this baby. She realised that she’d been calling them ‘it’ the whole time she knew she was pregnant. She thought about how her ex-boyfriend always talked about having kids. Wanting kids. How she didn’t tell him. Not that he’d care anymore. Once he found out she was a Spider-Person, he didn’t want anything to do with her and her dangerous lifestyle.

She was crying. A feeling off loss filled her to the bone as she saw the doctors poking around. She covers her mouth with her hand to hide the sob threatening to escape her mouth, and the other to grip the sheets she lays on. Squeezing her eyes closed as the tears ran down into her hair.

She feels a hand holding onto her shoulder

“Do you want me to call him to come inside here?” The nurse said.

She nodded quickly. She really didn’t want to bother him, but she was hurting. she needed his support. She needed him to tell her everything was gonna be fine. That she was making the right decision.

- “Mr O’Hara?” the nurse called out.

As soon as he heard his name, he stood up and rushed in front of the nurse.

“Is she okay? Are there any complications?” He said hurriedly, trying to look inside the room, even though the door was closed.

“She’s doing well physically, but…I think she needs someone to hold her hand. Give her some support, you know?”

He nodded and the nurse opened the door to reveal a hurting, young girl crying on the bed, while the doctors did the procedure. His heart broke at the sight. The girl he knew, who was always confident, always sassy, always upbeat and positive, was crumbling down right in front of him.

He rushed to her side and sat down in the chair next to her bed. He took the hand covering her mouth and the hand holding the sheets and took them both in one hand. The other went straight to her cheeks, wiping her tears away. “Shh, shh ninã, its okay, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay. You can squeeze my hand if you need to.” He said calmly, while taking the strands of hair covering her face and tucked it behind her ear.

And she squeezed his hand like he was the last drip of water she would ever drink. She let the sobs out of her stomach and he rubbed her head soothingly, occasionally moving to wipe her tears and letting out supportive words here and there, some even in Spanish.

“The procedure is complete. You can change back into your clothes and get the final paperwork from reception.” The doctor said, before removing her gloves and walking out of the room, the nurses following closely behind her.

As soon as they left, Miguel got up to sit up on the bed and held her as she cried into his shoulder. He closed his eyes, imagining if it was his daughter in this situation. She was kind of like his daughter. She had the same ambitious personality. The same optimistic outlook on life, always active and always making trouble. He just wanted to support her. Make her feel better. So he held onto her, tighter, afraid to let go one more time.

After some time, her cries calmed, and the anaesthesia wore off, so she moved off the bed and went to the bathroom to change back into her clothes. She shimmied her underwear on, but fatigue hit her like a truck, and for the love of God she couldn’t get her pants on. She whined and groaned as she tried to get her pants on but failed.

Miguel heard her sounds and knocked on the door.

“Ninã? Are you okay?”

She whined once again. “They won’t go up.” she said, slurring her words just the tiniest bit, but this didnt pass through Miguel’s head.

He walked in and saw her struggling to put her pants on. “Ay querida, let me help you.” He said, rushing to her side. He takes her pants and pulls them up slowly, afraid to hurt her. He notices her dazed figure and as soon as he pulls her pants up the whole way, he puts an arm on her back and leaves the room, grabbing her purse in the process. He never once leaves her side, all he wants is to help her.

They enter reception and he gently sits her down on one of the chairs. She lets her head hit the wall as she sees him walk towards the reception desk and ask for the paperwork. As she sits, waiting patiently, she keeps replaying the look on his eyes when he found out she was pregnant. He was not in the least bit mad at her, or disappointed or anything. All he did was care for her. Nurture her, like she was his own child.

She imagined her family life to be different. If maybe in one universe, Miguel actually her dad, and how he would probably care for her like this all the time.

“Ninã? Wake up, we have to go now. Let’s get you back to HQ and to a bed.”

She nodded slowly and got out of the chair. He held her waist and helped her to leave the clinic and right into his car. Which happens to be a pickup truck.

‘Typical Miguel. Of course he would have a pickup truck’ She chuckles to herself.

He helps her into the seat, even putting the seatbelt on for her, tucking her legs into the seat. He wants her to be comfortable, and does everything in his power to do so.

“Is this okay?” He asks, looking into her glassy eyes.

She gives a soft smile and replies. “Yeah. Thank you.”

He smiles back and closes the door, making his way to the other side of the car.

As they drive she finds herself looking out the window, passing multiple families with children, how happily they race around the park. How their ice-cream touches their noses, leaving a light mark. How the smiles of the children never fail to brighten someone’s day. She starts contemplating her decision to get rid of the child. Regret starts flowing through her brain.

“Do you think I made the right decision?” She asks softly, still looking out the window.

Miguel sighs, glancing at her then back at the road. “Yes Querida. I think you have too much going on in your life right now. With being Spider-Woman, a student, and a daughter to your own family, a child of your own would be way too much. And this is just my opinion, but I think you’re too young to be a mother. You’ll have plenty of time for that when you’re older.” He says, never skipping a beat.

His words sink into her brain and she realises that he’s right. She is too young. She has too many responsibilities of her own right now. If she has a child, she would have to give up everything. Even being a spider.

She blinks her tears away and lifts her legs to rest her chin on her knees. ‘Yeah, he’s right.’ She thinks to herself, as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

Miguel glances at her and sighs. The worry never stopped. For the rest of the trip, he kept glancing back at her. He never stopped to make sure she was comfortable. That she was okay. He understands how shitty it must be for her right now. She doesn’t need him to be frantic and mad at her. He’s only mad that she didn’t come to him sooner. She was prepared to go through this without telling anyone. She was going into this by herself and that made him angry. Not at her, but himself. He was meant to be a leader. Someone people look up to. Someone people can come to when they need help, or have a concern. Especially the ones so young, like Gwen, Miles and Pavitr.

‘No wonder they always ask Peter and Jess for backup, and not me.’ He thinks to himself.

They arrive at HQ and he notices how she’s still deep in slumber. He opens her door and carries her in his arms.

He makes his way to his personal room and sets her down in his bed, ever so gently, as not to wake her. He tucks her in bed and tucks her hair behind her ear to reveal her face. He notices the puffiness and redness surrounding her face has decreased. He pecks her on the forehead and moves out to his office.

He takes his place in front of his monitors, as his suit appears and his normal clothes diminish.

“Lyla?”

“Sup Boss?”

“Keep a screen of the security cameras in my room on next to me.”

“Keeping an eye on your adopted child? So adorable.” She says, before disappearing and the video recording pops up next to his work. He sighs, questioning his sanity when he was programming her to be the sassiest person he knew.

As he continued his work, his eyes kept glancing towards the monitor next to him. He never stopped thinking about her. He wouldn’t admit this out loud, but he did feel like a father. He remembered the times when his daughter would get sick. How he would care for her, and make her soup, and take her temperature, and hold her in his arms- ‘stop it.’ He thought to himself.

He shuts those thoughts off immediately. Cracking his neck and rerouting his focus onto his work.

Hours pass and he realises that she probably hasn’t had anything to drink or eat the whole day. He decides to finish this report and get some food from the cafeteria. He makes his way through the crowd, finding people moving out of his way, cowering in fear. He sighs, ‘I really need to work on how I look to these people.’

As he orders his food, he feels an arm fall around his neck.

“Ay big boss. How’re ya?”

Hobie. For the love of God why him.

He sighs and turns around to find all the other spider-kids surrounding him. He raises an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Nothin’, just wonderin’, you know anythin’ ‘bout the little one? She’s been dodging us this whole day and we fink you’re the only one who’s gotta know.”

“We’re just worried about her. We saw her crying when she came out of your office.” Gwen says.

He looks down at her and thinks for a moment. He remembered her words.

“I didn’t want to tell anyone. I just want to get rid of it and forget this ever happened.”

He sighs, “She’s sick. Stomach bug or something.” He says vaguely, while turning around and picking up the tray of food.

Before they can respond, he walks away, making a path towards his dorm.

As he opens the door, he finds her sitting up scratching her head. ‘She must have just woken up’. He says.

“Hey Ninã. How are you feeling.?” He says, sitting next to her on the bed, and putting the tray on the table.

She groans. “Like shit.”

“Yeah I thought you would. I brought you some food from the cafeteria. I’m thinking you probably haven’t had anything to eat or drink all day.”

“Ugh I love you you’re the best.” She said, while grabbing a burger from the mountain of food and taking a big bite of it. She sighs in content.

With her mouth full of food, she asks, “Why did you order so much food?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He said sternly, his fatherly senses kicking in. “Well I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got a bunch of food and thought I’d let you choose.”

She nods while taking another bite, and letting out another sigh. “you’re the best. did I tell you that?”

He laughs, “Yeah, you did.”

He watches her stuff her face with all the food he brought.

An idea pops into his head.

“Hey uh, if you’re up for it…I have a couple movies in the other room. We could have a movie night?”

She widens her eyes, “Oh my God YES!! Please can I invite the others? Oh they would love it so much. Please please please!” She said, dragging out the last word as she pouted.

He sunk his head down. He didn’t like the idea of the kids in his private room, but still. His main concern was her. “Yeah. Thats alright. Did you want me to call them? Or-“

“No need, already messaged them.” She smiled, putting her phone down.

Within the next second, a group consisting of Hobie, Miles, Pavitr and Gwen bust into the room. Hobie came with a bag full of her favourite snacks.

“Hey! You’re okay!” Gwen says, racing to go hug her. “We heard you were sick with a stomach bug. You doing okay now?”

She goes to hug her back. “Yeah, I’m feeling much better now.” She says, smiling at Miguel. Silently thanking him for staying quiet about the whole thing. He understands, and smiles in return.

The others go to hug her and light conversation passes through the air. He decides that it’s best to leave the kids to themselves and makes his way to the door.

Until it slams open again.

“Hey!! Heard theres a movie night going on here. Decided to come. And look who I brought!!” Peter says excitedly, while holding Mayday up for everyone to see.

Miguel groans as he lets him pass through.

“You can’t help it man. Just accept it.” Jess said, making her way through and patting him on the shoulder.

He turns to face everyone as they buzz with excitement.

“So what movie are we gonna watch?”

“Oh!! We should have a marathon!”

“Star Wars!! Has to be Star Wars.”

Miguel chuckles to himself, watching the kids’ enthusiasm hum through his room. He lets his eyes sit on her smile. He’s glad that she’s feeling better.

“Alright alright. I’ll put it in.” He says. A grin slowly forming on his face, he hides it.

After he selects the movie, he makes his way onto his bed, sitting next to the girl. She moves over to give him more room and she sets her eyes onto the screen

As the movies progress, the light conversation and debates about who’s a better character, Luke or Hans, reduces to light snores. Miguel finds his eyes setting on the girl, as her head falls onto his shoulder. She’s half asleep, barely paying attention, but awake enough to smile.

“Thank you.” She whispers, her eyes never leaving the screen.

“For what?” Miguel questions.

“For today. For helping me. And supporting me. I don’t know how I would have done it without you.”

He smiles down at her and wraps an arm around her, bringing her closer, so her head falls onto his chest and she falls into a deep slumber.

“Anytime, Ninã.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #parental miguel #spider teens #no spoilers #spiderverse #female reader

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hello hope you have a wonderful day I thought about that weird farmer story and I couldn’t not stop thinking about it and since it is the cursed day that monsters like to come out from you know what I mean Halloween , can I please have a spouse from each of starter valley and expansion and ridgeside village …Jio, finding the farmer sleeping in one of the forests Ponds unconscious from the event of the night while the water is mixing with the blood on their clothes , but as soon as they approach to see if the farmer is hurt, the farmer attack them before falling unconscious again .

and one more thing please continue writing those stories I cannot stop reading them and you’r writing style is wonderful and I hope you have a wonderful and spooky day.

Hello anon 👋 Thank you for your kind words ❤️🫶 I hope you don't mind if I make only vanilla characters, because you get a lot of candidates with mods (feel free to ask again about this then!)

As far as I understand it, you want "a headcanon where Farmer lies unconscious in a pond (the pond is apparently quite shallow like a puddle, or else they'd drown), their spouses find them in that state in the woods, Farmer attacks them and immediately passes out again." Okay, got it! (Hope that's what you meant). Have a wonderful day too! Enjoy! ❤️

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Unfortunately, the Farmer managed to hurt Shane when he, all worried, was pulling his spouse out of the shallow pond. He didn't care about clay, rocks and all kinds of mud, but Shane involuntarily let go of Farmer when they, suddenly attacking, accidentally scratched him on the cheek with their fingernails. He isn't angry tho, just even more worried about them. Now he knows roughly what it was like for the farmer to drag him themself when he was near that cliff.....

Even in this situation, even after the attack, Leah has not lost her composure. The artist realises that her spouse is probably more frightened and confused than she is. Leah will quickly examine them, help them if there are serious wounds, and carry them on her back to at least someone's house. It would be easier to call for help there than in the dark forest.

Penny cried out in despair when she found her missing spouse unconscious, wet, all their clothes damp with mud and blood. And after they suddenly pounced on the girl like a predator, Penny screamed so heartbreakingly that anyone's blood would run cold in their veins. Both fell unconscious (Penny - from horror and shock). People will have to look for the two of them now.

Sam's reflexes are good. As soon as he saw Farmer in the shallow pond and ran to their aid, he bounced like a lynx away from the same Farmer, who woke up abruptly and attacked the confused Sam. Whatever happens, the young musician is determined to help them, even if it means risking his own life. He hopes he has the strength to quickly get his spouse to the Harvey's Clinic in time.

Who would have thought that Sebastian would unwittingly become a horror film character, as in "It Howls in the Rain". Spending an entire day searching for his missing spouse, only to find them near a pond in mud and blood, and then dodging them as they attacked him. But, fortunately for Farmer, Sebastian, even after the shock, will not behave stupidly, as in the same horror films, and will call friends and relatives, asking for help.

Haley froze in horror at the sight of her poor spouse, the way deer usually freeze at the sight of bright car headlights. The girl was paralysed with fear, though she realised they needed help. But no sooner had Haley pulled herself together than the Farmers began to rise from the pond: in torn clothes, wet and....? What was wrong with them? Why aren't they responding to Haley's call? Have they... fell again?! Now she finally came to senses and quickly ran over to them, checking their condition. She need to get her sister on the phone right away and call for help.

Emily couldn't stop praying to Yoba that Farmer would be all right. She was so worried her spouse had disappeared. Now, she finds them by the pond, soaked and bloody. Had they been attacked by forest animals? The wounds aren't too deep, so it's not serious. Of course, she was shocked by the Farmer's attack, but Emily thinks it's just the Farmer not yet realising what's happened. They probably mistook Emily for a forest animal and tried to defend themselves.

Poor Alex feels awful when he almost punched his already injured spouse in the face, but they gave him such a fright! Not only was he worried and digging through almost the entire Valley looking for them, but the Farmer abruptly stood up, all in wet clothes, and attacked him. Truthfully, the fact that they fell unconscious again didn't make it any easier on Alex's heart. Good thing Alex had nice physical strength, so it would be easy for him to deliver his love to the local doctor.

Fight or flight, fight or flight.... Abigail shouldn't have chosen any of these options at all! But after her spouse attacked her near that pond in the night woods, Abby couldn't help herself: her instincts kicked in first. Fortunately, the Farmer's attack ended as quickly as it began, and the purple-haired girl hopes she won't have to fight her own spouse while she's on the phone asking her friends for aid.

Yoba, pity Elliott's poor heart, he's almost grey with fear! All this time to look for his spouse who suddenly disappeared, and to find them here, in the woods, near the pond in dirty and wet clothes?! So now there's this sudden attack. Honestly, Elliott's whole life flashed before his eyes! He'll be screaming for help and waiting for someone to come to him and Farmer.

It was not enough that Harvey had had a mini heart attack when he found his beloved spouse in such a state, but he was about to have a real one when Farmer jumped on him like a wild beast. The poor man is trembling and worried about them, but when it came to treating the wounds, here Harvey showed all his cold-bloodedness. The Doctor realises that even though he himself is frightened by Farmer's physical condition (and maybe even mental), he must help them as soon as possible.

Don't panic.... Just don't panic. You have to give Maru credit, she held up well and didn't panic when she caught Farmer unconscious in the pond. There's a pulse, there's breathing, they even managed to come to their senses (even though they attacked her)... They're alive, and that's the main thing. Now Maru needs to give her dear spouse first aid and call Harvey to report the emergency. The main thing is not to panic...

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv penny #sdv maru #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv abigail #sdv leah #thanks for the ask! #goodnight everyone

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Twenty Two

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking, online bullying, mental health issues.

❗PLEASE CHECK THE AUTHORS NOTE FOR THIS CHAPTER.❗

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

❗❗ author’s note: This chapter includes description of an emotional breakdown, I am not including skipping points this time as it is very integrated in a characters thought processes. However if this is triggering to you, please be aware of this.

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“I don’t know, but I think it’s about time we try to find out.”

Talia looked at Ricky with wide eyes when she heard that, she could tell him, tell him about her father’s connection to the clinic back home, the one with the doctors that he was friends with. She’d mentioned that he’d tried to have her committed to Ricky already, she remembered that, but not that he knew the people there who could possibly help them, personally. People that he could ask for help. Would they, help them? Would she even want her family's help after how they’d treated her for years? She’d been right, the very soulmate that they claimed she was delusional about having, was standing right here… Swallowing, hell, a sinking feeling in her stomach, she could just hear her mother now. Claiming that this feeling coursing through her veins never happened to them, not in her parent’s soulmate bond, or any of her siblings, cousins, aunts, or uncles, so obviously it's not supposed to happen. If it didn’t happen to any of them, why would it possibly have happened to her?

Her so-called delusion that he was her soulmate must have destroyed this poor man.. Fuck fuck fuck.. Talia’s eyes flew to the floor, she remembered her mother ranting about all the things that could happen if she were to ever succeed in meeting Ricky, how he would have to pretend for her, if only for a moment, how that ‘poor man’ would have to let her down gently, feed her delusion while they called security on her so she didn’t make a fuss before they had her taken away. Then gone into detail about how she’d end up in a worse facility than the treatments her father was trying to get her admitted into if she ended up being dragged away by the officials.

Talia didn’t even realise she was crying until Ricky reached for her and lifted her chin back up from where she’d looked to the floor. Tilting her face up had one of her hot tears falling from her face and hitting the hand that she had wringing before her. Taking in a soft, almost inaudible gasp of breath as she tried not to meet his eyes, she didn’t want to do this.

What if her mother had been right? Had they all been right? What if she was broken? Had she done this to their soulmate bond? Was there just something wrong with her? Something that happened that she’d caused that had fundamentally destroyed them? Or worse. What if her parents had been right, and she’d been delusional about her tattoo all along?

Ricky had been fine until he met her, hadn’t he? Hadn’t he!? Yes, Grace hadn’t been his soulmate, but there were those that were happy with people who weren’t their soulmates all the time, and she’d ruined it. If she’d never come into his life, if Vinny had met Ava on her own, if Talia had never existed in this, he’d have been fine. Ava would have a new best friend, Grace. She felt more tears fall, and she couldn’t look at him, she couldn’t even focus on the noise in her head, the pain in her neck as she started to panic, the noise that was his voice trying to get her attention.

“Talia, Talia, Sweetheart, look at me, please?”

The tears just fell harder, faster, feeling his fingers against her skin in her panic..

“Shit shit shit,”

Ricky pulled back as Talia cried, he couldn’t get through to her, and she wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, what was he supposed to do to get her to snap out of it? Slap her? No way in hell, after the shit he’d already done to her there was no way he was going to fucking hit her that was barbaric! Pulling out his phone, he called Ava,

“Pick up, pick up… shit Ava Pick… why won't you pick up..”

It rang out.. So he tried Vinny.. And he had no luck there either..

“The one fucking time I need you to pick up the damn phone and you idiots are probably sucking face, shit.”

Scrolling on his phone, he came to another name and selected the number, and this time the tone barely rang twice before the call was picked up,

“Chris, man, I need your help, it’s Talia, she’s, she’s just.. Shit just get here, I don’t know, please. Help.”

Talia was virtually hysterical by the time Chris got there, and Ricky, well, he was freaking out internally. But at least, this time, touching her didn’t have their soulmate tattoo distracting him, driving him to, questionable ends with Chris on his way. Rick had at least managed to get her from the kitchen and into the living room, sitting her down on the couch. For some reason she was not even pulling away from him, after everything that would be what he’d expect, her to pull away, shove him away.. But instead, she had shocked him to no end in that she was clinging to him, her hands gripping his shirt, and crying against it, sobbing uncontrollably. Just as he realised what, the sobs were coming from her,

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

That was when heard Chris’ car pulling up out front of the house.. What in the world would did Talia have to be sorry for that would cause this kind of reaction, of all things?

“DOORS OPEN!”

Ricky had made sure it was when he’d brought her into the lounge, not wanting to leave her alone again in her state, looking at her now, he was glad of it. Glancing up at Chris, as much as he’d felt such a severe intensity seeing him with his connection with Talia just days ago, there was a fresh wave of relief washing over Ricky right now. Relief that there was someone who could help him with her, right here, now. Someone who cared about her here with him now. Yes, he was his best friend, but seeing them together, he could tell Chris cared enough that it mattered what happened to her.

“What the fuck happened, Ricky, you were supposed to talk to her, you said you were going to come over and talk to her.”

Rick knew he wasn’t going to be in Chris’ good books over what had happened between them in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure how he could explain what had happened with the way the soulmate tattoo seemed to be affecting them both the way it was, not that it could excuse it.

“I know! I know, just help me calm her down, and I’ll explain, please Chris?”

He knew the odds were that Chris was going to be royally pissed at him for what had happened between them earlier, but the truth was, Ricky didn’t even care anymore. He’d deserve it, and more, what he cared about right now was that Talia was going to be okay. Furthermore, he might be fucked up right now, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hurt her, that he wanted to have her fall apart into a complete wreck like this.

It was when Chris sighed and got a better look at Talia as he walked around the couch, focusing on the way she was clinging to him, the sobs against his shirt, that was when Chris gave in. Rick always knew he’d agree to help, it was why he’d rushed over here, but whether he’d rip into him demanding an explanation first had been a question. Honestly, Rick was not sure if he could explain why she was like this, one second they’d been talking about figuring out the mark, and the next she was freaking out. If he was a paranoid person, he’d wonder if she knew whether she’d done something to cause this, but Talia seemed to be just as confounded as he was by their soulmate tattoos.

Chris moved by them to sit by them on the three-seater couch, his hand rubbing down Talia’s back. She didn’t seem to want to let go of Ricky’s shirt or pull away from his chest, so they settled her between them. Ricky was massaging lightly up and down her arms, holding her close, and Chris stroking little circles down her spine, talking to her softly. Chris had his cheek resting on the back of her shoulder almost, and the three of them huddled together on the couch. It would be awkward if Ricky wasn’t so worried about what had set her off in the first place. Slowly she was starting to calm down, her sobs soothed, and her tears dried, and eventually, she was just leaning against him until he almost wondered if she was asleep.

Sure enough, as Chris leaned back, and just let his hand soothing run up and down her back lightly, glancing at Rick as he sighed, she was out like a light.

“I could take her to her room, but I don’t want to just leave her here alone. Not after that.”

Chris nodded slightly, which he could agree with, talking low, not wanting to wake her, after all that crying, she needed sleep, she would have worn herself out.

“Alright, well, we stay here, but start talking Rick, out with it.”

Ricky sighed, what to say, but he knew he had to say something, he was the one that had called Chris for help.

“Well, I came over, we talked, we talked Chris.”

Ricky saw the incredulous expression on his face.

“I apologised for the way I’ve been treating her, I swear I did, and we got to talking about everything. She thanked me, she thanked me, for apologising.”

Yeah, he saw the frown on Chris’ face, and he agreed with the sentiment exactly. No one should be thanked for apologising for being a fucking asshole and acting the way he had. He’d been treating her like she was worthless, and nothing, like she didn’t even exist because she wasn’t his soulmate, and she was.. Had wanted nothing to do with her, hadn’t even wanted to hear her out. He knew Grace was a bitch, but not even talking to Talia was on him.

Not Grace.

“But then ah.. Things started happening..”

“What things?”

Chris shifted, but Ricky couldn’t really move, Talia was still leaning against his chest, asleep, and he didn’t want to disturb her, and where her head was against his shoulder, she mumbled slightly, shit.. He stilled, not wanting to wake her, and watched as Chris rubbed his hand lightly down her back again to soothe her, waiting until she was calm again before he continued.

“Well, yesterday, since the party actually, I’ve noticed my soulmate tattoo has been doing strange things-”

“Ricky-”

“Wait, I know, it sounds insane it does, but it's been happening, and yesterday, I noticed, that Talia was reacting the same time my tattoo was getting these strange sensations. I didn’t say anything because of the video and needed to get it done, but then, when it started happening again today, I said something, I, well, I asked her if she could feel it.”

Hearing what Ricky was saying had Chris raising his eyebrows, looking down at the sleeping form of the tiny woman between them. He had heard things about soulmate tattoos potentially doing things like this, but never seen it, and it was only ever rumours from the people that he’d talk to. Some things could never be proven, some things that none of the doctors wanted to admit that they just never could know for certain. Like why, and how, the tattoos chose the people they did. They always talked about those kinds of things like it was down to a science like it was never wrong, but Chris was never sure, because if that was the case, why did some never even get the chance to meet their soulmates, and so many lived with so much pain from a loss of a bond that probably should never have been forced on them in the first place.

Chris had strong opinions about that, especially because he knew first-hand.

“And?”

“And it ah.. It got heated, extremely.. It was both of us, Chris, neither of us could help it, I fucking swear.”

Ricky remembered the way she told him how much she needed him, she just needed to touch him, and he swallowed slightly, shuddering, glancing down at her, what were they going to do, how were they going to handle this if he couldn’t be around her, alone with her, without their tattoos, doing that to them? Everyone said they could at least be friends, and how, how could they even be friends when that happened? Anyone that said it was just about self-control, Rick would personally take a fire poker and stick it in their eye because the feeling from his soulmate tattoo was like a fucking brand sometimes, and how was that not overwhelming?

Chris frowned just the same, it didn’t make it better to hear it, it didn’t make it better at fucking all that they were both been affected like this, that they were both being driven, and then his eyes flickered down to Talia, if she was driven to do something, and she thought, and Ricky..

“Did you walk away again?!”

Oh, the only thing sparing Ricky right now was Talia asleep against him, Chris’ terse words were only hushed for her benefit,

“Is that why she broke down Ricky? I don’t care what happened, I don’t care what she might have done, you both are going through this, and you need to figure this out together, not you walking away all th-”

“I didn’t walk away! I pulled away yes, but only to stop touching her, every time I touched her, even close to that, I couldn’t stop.”

Swallowing. He took in a slow breath, Chris still didn’t look happy, not in the least,

“This, this seems to be okay, I guess around other people, maybe I guess, seems to be okay.. But when we’re alone, it just, it’s like everything kicks into overdrive Chris, and these feelings from the soulmate tattoos, they’ve been building up, it’s just, it’s immense Chris, I, I can’t-”

Ricky choked off, he didn’t know how to handle any of this, he had been struggling even before this development, and now what the hell was he supposed to do? No, no, what were they were going to do? Shit. No, no they weren’t together, and even Talia agreed, they didn’t have to be, but dealing with this alone led them here hadn’t it? Sighing, if they kept going like this, they were just going to destroy each other, he wasn’t so stupid he couldn’t tell that.

“Then what caused this Rick, why’d she break down?”

Closing in his eyes, trying to focus on before, Talia had her meltdown even if all he could think of was that fear, that pain in her eyes as she started to cry and he couldn’t calm her down before he called Chris.

“I pulled away from her, okay yes I did that, not touching her, we talked, about how we couldn’t be, together”

Ricky sighed heavily,

“Chris, we were talking about this fucked up bond, and everything that happened with Grace, and how I can’t even handle being in my house let alone a relationship, how she deserves a better soulmate-”

“Rick-”

“Yeah, don’t worry Chris, she shut me down too. She gave me a talking too, told me to listen to all of you, and that just if I couldn’t trust myself, I should trust you-”

“Such a smart girl, our Talia.”

Ricky rolled his eyes at the smirk Chris gave him at that, which just made the singer laugh softly as he reached over and punched his upper arm lightly.

“Smart arse. Unfortunately, that brought up a thought that I really didn’t want to think about..”

The curious look on Chris’ face was clear, he wanted to know what Ricky meant.

“How everyone has been encouraging me towards her since I broke it off with Grace, it’s been feeling like you’ve all been pressuring me, pushing me as much as this fucking soulmate tattoo is now. It just -”

“Shit, Ricky, that isn’t what we -”

“I know, I know you guys only meant good things, but it didn’t feel good. I felt like shit, so in turn I took it in the worst way, in turn I spiralled with everything you said. Then with Talia saying I should trust you, and feeling like everyone was pushing her on me, thinking every time we were alone we couldn’t control ourselves, the whole conversation brought up the soulmate tattoos and thinking about them.. It all basically led to shit skyrocketing and the tattoos reacting pretty badly.”

Ricky didn’t want to admit that it was Talia talking about her time with Chris that had the tattoo reacting the way it had, because it made him feel like an even bigger asshole. He had no problem with her having friends, he didn’t, hell, right now, Chris sitting here with them, his hand rubbing up and down her back like that, didn’t both him at all, so where was the line? What was going on here?

“So, I said we should find out what’s going on, and the next thing I know, she starts getting upset, and soon it’s a full meltdown. I don’t know Chris, I just don’t know.”

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#motionless in white #miw #ricky olson #ricky horror #ricky olson fanfiction #ricky olson x ofc #original female character #soulmates #vinny mauro #fanfiction #miw band #rick olson #ricky horror olson #soulmate au #soulmate #tattoos #ricky olson fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #chris motionless #chris cerulli #chris cerulli fanfic #mental health #fic: every rose has its thorns

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The Indigo Man

The Smiling Princess pt. 2, pt. 3

Finnick Odair x fem!dancer!OC

What if the equivalent of a Disney Princess was thrown into the Hunger Games? Sylke is optimistic and has an affinity for all that is gentle and sweet. What happens when she is placed in an arena and forced to kill or be killed?

fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, canon typical violence

Part 4 is out!

Sometimes, she would try to remember how she got here. Flashes of memory came to mind, cold white rooms and clinical chatter, though it was hard to know if the memories were from before or after the game. The clearest memories were of his eyes. Beautiful and affectionate, that sea-green colour she’d grown to love so much. She fell asleep looking into his eyes, safe in his arms, and woke up somewhere else. The time after her waking was a blur, but at least a visible one. Weeks, months, perhaps only hours spent with eyes glazed over, seeing people without faces and hearing voices without words. When her mind and her vision finally cleared, everything had changed. She was dressed in bright colours and soft fabrics, her hair was clean and styled, every part of her body was brushed with shine and lustre, a luxury foreign to even her, a citizen of district one. It took little time for her to realise that wherever she was, it was most certainly in the capitol. She was brought to a new place, a pale, old building that seemed a touch too classically grand for the comparatively mundane city street that it lay on. Inside, the rooms were just as lavish, aristocratic even. She was taken up a marble wraparound staircase and down a hallway of closed doors to one particular closed door. 

“This room is yours, as is the bathroom to your left. I will call for you when the master returns, he will be expecting you.”

Once the door closed, she heard the clicking of a lock. The room was compact, but homely. It was fully furnished, with a very clear colour palette. Everything was rose-coloured, with crème furniture and pink fabric to match. Painted on the walls were bunnies, doves, and various other woodland creatures. Sylke felt slightly out of place here. The man who brought her here had said this room was hers, but it seemed like someone already lived here, someone with a heart and a soul and a personality already occupied, she was just a visitor here. But still, her body was tired and it felt like a lifetime since she had slept in a real bed. A desperation for safety and comfort tore at her belly in a way it never had before and it was impossible not to lie down. She found it quite comfortable, familiar, even. Something about the softness that surrounded her, the plush mattress beneath her, it was all so sweetly warm, so safe. Nothing could harm her here. Like some sort of recursive magic, all memories of cold open air pricking goosebumps on her skin as she slept in the humming ambience of night fell away. They were not forgotten, simply put aside. For the first time in a while, safety seemed like a forgone conclusion, something to be taken for granted. She woke to a knocking sound.

"Syren? Miss Syren?”

She thought back to the doors in the hallway. Perhaps ‘Miss Syren’ was in another room. She snuggled further into the blankets, absorbing any and all residual warmth held in the comforter. The knocking continued, and she couldn't possibly deny: it was on her door.

“Miss Syren? Are you decent?”

With slow movements she got up and walked to the door as she heard the locks clicking.

“I think you’ve got the wrong-“

“Miss Syren! The master has arrived. Please change and come downstairs to greet him.”

He presented a box to her, white with a thick pink ribbon.

“He has requested you wear this to dinner tonight.”

With a nod of the head, the man was gone. Sylke took notice of his appearance as he walked away. He was slim though not quite gaunt, dressed in a black tailcoat and pants. He spoke with excessive formality, though she did notice the posh expression fade the moment he turned away. Shifting her attention to the box in her hands, she walked over and sat down at the vanity to unwrap the gift. The bow was unravelled with a gentle tug, leaving wrinkles and indents where a knot used to be. She also took notice of the box, sturdy and plainly decorated. In all honesty, she noticed these things because she sat staring at the unopened box for far too long. As sweet and welcoming, and significantly tamer than what she feared, as her situation was, there was a lingering suspicion, an instinct that this was wrong. Clearly she was not dead, clearly something kept her alive or brought her back. It was strange, no? To have died only to be brought back, but for seemingly no purpose. To be doted on and nothing expected in return. Perhaps the purpose of her revival and her debt as a result would be revealed at dinner. With hesitation, she lifted the lid. Inside was a neatly folded blouse, or perhaps a dress, with a lacy neckline adorned with small flowers. Some of her fear having faded, she lifted it from the box to see it in full. It was in fact a dress, nearly floor length. The colour matched that or the rest of the room, that rosy blush hue that she always had an affinity for. Pink had always been her favourite colour, something about it was so appealing. Likewise, she always loved dainty fabrics like satin and lace. As she thought about her personal affinities, the room around her seemed to stare into her soul with a certain intensity. Her eyes flitted about to the floral gold trim on every surface, the painted doves on the walls, the tutu hanging from the dresser. This room was made for me, wasn’t it? And not only that, it was made specifically for the image, the persona of hers from just before the Game. But why, why all of this and why to such a degree? Something felt incredibly wrong. And why had no one explained a thing to her? The one man that said a word to her spoke as though she was privy to the situation. But she pushed those thoughts aside. If only based on the man in the tailcoat, this seemed a situation for decorum, and thus a disregard for whatever burning emotion and questions lied within. She could get her answers with politeness in due time. The dress fit astonishingly well, just like the white dress she wore to the gala before, hugging her ribs and falling just by her ankles. In the vanity drawer she found a little makeup and jewellery, and on the closet floor, a pair or two of shoes. She chose a gold locket with mother of pearl inlays, and took a look in the mirror before exiting the room. There was an urge in her, one that told her to stand up straight, to use all the etiquette she had learned as a child. The tension and inability to trust lingered from the arena. It wasn’t comfortable, having such little faith in people. Sylke longed for the feeling to subside, but it did not. As much as she tried, she could not trust her surroundings. This nebulous ‘master’ was waiting for her, and something within her told her not to show fear.

“Little Syren!”

She saw the origin of the voice as she walked down the stairs. It was a middle-aged man, with legs that looked almost too thin and too far apart to support his torso. His hair was greying but still full and well-styled atop a face that held smile lines and sunspots. He opened his arms to welcome her, and forcefully initiated an embrace when she reached the bottom of the stairs. He wore cologne, a strong cologne, one that reeked of sandalwood and a saccharine sort of patchouli, or maybe rose. Even after pulling away, the odour remained, clinging to the lace of her collar like water to a sponge. As he led her over polished marble and parquet flooring, she grew accustomed to the scent. If it weren’t so unbearably strong, she might enjoy it. The man bared his teeth like a wolf when he smiled, his eyes barely moving despite the crow’s feet adorning his temples.

“My name is Lycan Indigo, but you needn’t use such formalities with me. You may call me father.”

Sylke’s eyes widened for but a moment before she reinstated utmost bodily control. Her mind raced as he showed her around the first floor of the house. Father? Was she to be his daughter? And when she remembered the frills, the room, the dress, things made more sense. She was to be his daughter, a child, a ward. Perhaps he lost his daughter before, perhaps this was his way of reliving the past. She wanted whatever his story was to be sympathetic, sad enough that she might forgive him. But why was she here? Why her? How did she become a part of this man’s story? She was led to a sitting room and motioned to sit on a chaise lounge. Mr. Indigo took a seat across from her. There was a table between them upon which a china set was quickly placed. Mr. Indigo never took his eyes off Sylke as he took the teacup and saucer into his lap. Sylke followed suit picking up the other porcelain dishes, though she did not dare look at him. Only after he took a sip from his cup did she do the same, all the while keeping her gaze at the tea. At least when she was drinking there was an excuse not to look at him. One must always look to the inside of the cup when they drink; it is improper to look up. She thanked all the authorities of her childhood that taught her such things.

“I hope you like your new living quarters. We tried to make it to your liking, though if you have any alterations you need only ask.”

Something about his tone persuaded her to speak. She wanted to be polite after all.

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

“Oh, such a lovely voice! Speak more often little Syren, a voice like that is not to be hidden.”

“Yes, father.”

He nodded with a smile.

“Now I’m sure you’re confused, I can’t imagine how jarring it has been for you. So please, any way the staff can make this more comfortable for you, feel free to ask. There is of course Alistair, who you’ve already met, and the rest I’m sure will introduce themselves in time.”

He took a sip of his tea, sighing as he swallowed.

“Tomorrow I’d like to take you out shopping for clothes and the like. I’ve scheduled appointments with only the finest of designers, and we will be meeting with people who understand our situation, so you needn’t worry.”

“And what exactly is that situation?”

She had wanted to ask that question for so long and with such vigour, but still, she maintained a polite disposition. Her expression was gentle, her tone only the slightest bit playful. It was the best she could do to mask the screeching terror that longed to be voiced.

“Why, that you are now my ward, little Syren. No longer a tribute.”

That she was in fact alive. That was all Mr. Indigo would ever say of her participation in the games. In fact, that was all he ever said of her past. This was a rebirth of sorts. If she wanted to, it would be so easy to leave everything behind. A new name, a new home, and no remnants of the past. But of course, she would never hope to leave her memories behind. There was so much joy and so much love that she couldn’t bear to part with. The exhilaration of dancing on stage, the joy of making someone laugh, those sea-green eyes full of love, things she refused to forget. He stood up, holding out a bent arm to her. She knew what that meant. Taking his arm, she was led to the dining room. Over a luxurious meal of red meat and steamed vegetables, Mr. Indigo explained his own story. He was the owner of a company, something he inherited from family. They were bankers or something like that, wealthy, what Mr. Indigo would call respectable. His younger brother was the only member of his family still alive. Sylke felt a pang of pity for the man. She didn’t trust him, he seemed like a greasy, strange, perhaps despicable man. But losing people hurts anyone, and she understood that. He continued. He had never been married, never had a child. In recent years, the house began to seem increasingly lonely. It was nice to have someone else around now.

So that’s why I’m here.

She was a companion, someone to make the house a little less quiet. Her mind still lingered with questions, the first of which being: why was a ward what he wanted? As expected, that question remained unanswered. Sylke spoke little that night, and never of her own experience. There was a fear that doing so was evoking a taboo, and so she refrained from any sort of pulling from her past, which prevented much of her own speaking. Mr. Indigo dominated conversation with topics of his choice. Sylke’s words mostly consisted of reacting and the occasional mention of something else. When his plate was empty and his energy waning, he called for Alistair to escort her back to her room. As they walked away, Sylke heard him call for someone else to take the plates away and bring him a cigar in the study.

Time passed mostly in a blur after that night. She was confined mostly to her bedroom, which became like something of a home as time went on. It was perhaps the only room in that massive house that was a modicum of welcoming. Occasionally, Mr. Indigo would take her outside. She would feel the moving, fresh air for but a moment before being whisked into a carriage. There were never more than five people in a room she was in, and thus she met very few people. She spent much time gazing out the window, looking to the people who walked freely on the ground. She longed endlessly to join them, to be in the company of friends for even a moment. Even though she could open the window, she never dared exit. She would land on the pristine grass of the garden, and the iron-wrought fence was far too high to climb. And something else, something other than the impracticality of escape kept her in that room. It was comfortable there. She had never been a particularly calculated for pragmatic person, but there was safety in this place. Out on the streets of the capitol, she feared the things she might face. Flashes of bloodthirsty people in the arena came to her mind. And so she elected to remain in the house of Mr. Indigo, forever dreaming of the day she might be granted a safe escape. There was one escape, albeit temporary, she had from her gilded cage. Mr. Indigo had given her a pair of dancing slippers, a gesture she was most grateful for. With them, if she closed her eyes, she could be on the stage. She could be somewhere else, anywhere else, with anyone else. She could hear the music, feel the warm light. Sometimes, she could even feel a partner’s hand on her waist. There would be glimpses of his eyes, of his lips, and she would smile, remembering the way he would hold her. She would imagine herself dancing with him, just like they had the night before the game. And for a moment it would be like he was right there with her. And for a moment she wasn’t alone. But of course it was only for a moment. Most of the time, Sylke was completely alone. Visitors were few and far between, and visitors she was allowed to meet even fewer. The household staff was comprised mostly of Avoxes, like in the Tribute Centre, and even those who could speak seemed afraid to. Mr. Indigo also discouraged her from going into the kitchen, insisting that she needn't go to all that trouble, that it wasn't her place. So she stayed in her room. In her solitude, the passage of time felt like a foreign concept. She was fourteen when she fell asleep in the arena. Who knows how much time had passed since then? It was late Summer when she arrived at the mansion, but of what year she could not tell. Mr. Indigo didn’t celebrate birthdays, he never mentioned age, a sort of denial that confined her to an artificial childhood. All of that only made things more confusing and lonely. Days, hours, minutes, they were all the same.

There was perhaps one way that she was able to note the passage of time in Mr. Indigo's house aside from clocks and daylight.  The television was rarely turned on, but there were times when news broadcasts or advertisements could be heard in the background. More often than not, Sylke turned her back and walked away, for sitting and watching would mean sitting next to Mr. Indigo. Sometimes she would sit on the stairs and listen, but never watch. Only once did she tolerate the overbearing odour of his cologne and sit beside him to watch the screen. A rerun of the 65th Hunger Games was being televised, and curiosity got the better of her. It was strange, watching the same jungle, the same arena, but see herself so little. She was marginally featured and only in conjunction with Finnick who was more often than not shown alone, fishing and killing. It was never explained who patched up his wounds or who he was calling out to. In watching she realised how lethal he truly was. She had thought, all this time, he had only killed once in the game, that one afternoon when he showed up with blood on his trident and no fish. He was efficient, precise, especially after the acquisition of his trident. Her perception of him was of course changed by this new information, but not by much. She always knew he was a skilled hunter, she knew when she met him. But that was never his main quality. When she thought of Finnick she thought of his breathy laughter, his self-effacing sense of humour that seemed to her a defence mechanism when the rest of the world was especially cruel. She thought of his kind eyes that whatever else was going on had a way of reassuring her of the warmth in his heart. The Finnick she saw on the television was a spectacle, an exaggeration of his most marketable traits: beauty and devastating skill. But stranger than even that was watching her own death. It brought questions of if she even died, if other tributes had faced a similar fate. Commentary and music was heavy in her final moments. A clever choice, considering they couldn't omit that footage like they had all other instances of the tenderness between herself and Finnick. In the end, Claudius Templesmith's voice solidified her portrayal of a delirious little girl who ate something she shouldn't have. In a way he was not wrong.

Joy was so hard to find after that. At first it was little things that kept her spirits up. She could appreciate that the household staff did their best to make her happy, that the woodland animals on the walls of her bedroom were painted with masterful skill. But as she stayed in the same place and never left, those joys were harder and harder to find. Thoughts of the Games, of the arena, of Finnick were harder to ignore. She tried to entertain herself, keep herself moving, but as time went on she spent more and more of that time unmoving, sitting by the window, whether in her room or elsewhere in the house once she was allowed, gazing out with a neutral face. Tears slipped from her eyes more often. Once, she cried at the dinner table. It was so quiet. Meals were supposed to be gatherings. Even when it was just her and Finnick, sharing fish and bread on the jungle floor, they laughed and joked as they ate. Everything in that moment seemed only to remind her of the life and the company that she was now without. Tears rolled down her face as she ate, silently, though not unnoticed. After that night, Mr. Indigo took note of her state. He asked the staff to keep an eye on her, and they reported waning livelihood. Her loneliness was undeniable. One night, at dinner, Mr. Indigo finally addressed it.

“Little Syren, I’ve noticed you don’t smile as much anymore.”

“Oh. I suppose so, yes.”

“I understand it’s lonely here each day,”

She looked down, too afraid to nod.

“So I’ve organised something. I am a sponsor in the upcoming Hunger Games, and have been invited to spectate with the other sponsors and mentors. I would like you to join me.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes. She wanted to shout, to sing, to dance with the joy of hope and opportunity. Naturally, did none of those things, but there was a flame within her that suddenly had more air to burn. Mr. Indigo continued.

“While there, I’ll allow you to find one person to exchange letters with. A friend to keep you company. Of course you’ll need to tell me who they are and I can work out logistics, but-“

“Thank you! Thank you, father.”

She bowed her head, the deepest gratitude she could politely show while sitting at the table.

“Of course, little Syren.”

The night finally came. She was dressed, as always, in pink. The collar was high, lined with lace that trailed down her chest to the sash. She did not wear formal gowns normally, or at least not to be seen. In moments of boredom she would sometimes put on a dress far too extravagant for being in the house, just to imagine for a moment. Such a floor-length gown was rather refreshing. The household staff styled her hair into ringlet curls, held up with small, pale ribbons. It was beautiful, she felt beautiful. Looking in the mirror brought a smile, but something was still off. They found a way to make her look so childish, like a porcelain doll in a display case. She looked like herself, but younger. She chose not to dwell on that fact. They rode in a closed carriage to the heart of the capital. There, everything was bright and colourful. She had nearly forgotten how the capitol looked, with its flashing lights and stunning fashion. They were escorted to a large hall, with a four-sided screen in the centre of the room. There was a table by the wall covered in a buffet of food and drink. Once everyone had a plate and settled onto the various chairs and lounges, a man with a microphone stood by the centre screen.

“Sponsors, welcome to the premiere of the 70th Hunger Games!”

There was a roar in the crowd, Mr. Indigo spoke with volume she had never heard from him before. There was a brief introduction for each tribute and their mentors. District 1 was first. Victoria came onto the stage. She looked older, the lines on her face more present, and her makeup more intense to hide them. She and the other mentor from one introduced their tributes, but by that point, Sylke’s attention was not with them. Her eyes were fixed on the line of mentors, waiting to take the stage one after the next. Next to Mags and third in line, there he was. He looked older too, not the fourteen year old boy she met so long ago. Suddenly, the passage of time reared its ugly head, one she had almost forgotten. For the first time, she was left questioning, seriously questioning, how long it had been. He looked so different. Still the same, still him, and yet not. Was she different now too? Her mind was ripped from this thoughts by a very familiar voice. It was deeper now, huskier, but of course still him. He spoke with a one-sided smile, oozing with confidence. He held himself with a snooty sort of pride. Guess they kept up the Casanova image. But one thing was unaltered, undeniably and solely his own. Those eyes. Like the salty ocean itself, they instilled a sense of calm in her heart. With a gentle smile, his gaze raked across the crowd. His words stuttered for a moment, his eyes fixed on Sylke. For a second or less, everything else melted away. She smiled like she hadn’t in years. It truly must have been years. His gaze was just as affectionate and soft as it was in the arena. For less than a moment, they were fourteen again, staring at each other from across a room with the most loving of eyes. For the first time in ages, his name fell from her lips.

“Finnick.”

And as quickly as it came, that moment was gone. He blinked, lightly shook his head, and looked blankly into the middle distance as he finished his little speech. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was all in her head. Perhaps he didn’t look at her. Perhaps he didn’t even recognise her. Did he even remember her? No. She couldn’t allow her mind to go down that painful rabbit hole. So she crossed her ankles, sat up straighter, and folded her hands in her lap. The night went on. People were always chattering, pointing to the screen, sometimes then would go into another room and shortly, something would drop from a parachute into the arena. Conversation ranged from business jargon to shallow gossip. Sylke couldn’t help but bend an ear when people discussed the female tribute from four, Annie Cresta.

“Finnick Odair’s her mentor, you know.”

“Aren’t they around the same age?”

“I heard they’re involved.”

“Really? How romantic.”

Variations of that conversation could be heard the whole night long. Each time she passed by people talking like that, her heart sunk a little more. It was admittedly a bitter notion that he found someone who wasn’t her, but it did not hurt nearly as much as the fact that Annie was almost destined to die. Her eyes nearly watered as she thought how vile it must be, to find affection with someone who’s death is not just certain, but imminent. Pity alongside longing affection laced her gazed whenever if fell on him, and always from quite a distance away. Needless to say, her mind was elsewhere as she stood next to Mr. Indigo. He was currently speaking with one of the mentors. Then, he turned to Sylke.

“Little Syren, be a lamb and go to the table and get us some food. We’ll be back in but a moment.”

He handed her his plate and walked away to the other room with the mentor. She walked over to the table with food, grabbing a little of everything she had seen Mr. Indigo eating. He had particularly enjoyed the shrimp, and so she took care to put extra on his plate. As she did so, gentle footfalls sounded behind her.

“It’s a shame, I thought they’d put out some fish tonight.”

That voice. Could it be? No, she couldn’t get her hopes up. Even if it was him, there was no guarantee he would remember her. Her face assumed a polite smile, the kind presented during small talk and other such formalities.

“I know. At least they’ve got shrimp.”

“It’s not the same. I would have liked that dish they put out at the gala. Do you remember, it was your favourite.”

She went silent for an uncomfortable duration, not daring to speak and risk waking up from this dream.

“Sylke,”

She lifted her head, tears beginning to form behind her eyes. No one had said that name, not even her, in so long. How long?

“Finnick.”

He sighed.

“God, I missed your voice.”

Not knowing what else to do, she laughed.

“I missed yours too. It’s deeper now.”

“Oh, I guess so, yeah.”

He took a step closer. They were both facing straight ahead, too afraid to look. She spoke in a gentle whisper.

“I thought you would forget me.”

“I could never.”

For a moment they said nothing.

“There’s a coat room near the entrance. Can you meet me there in five minutes?”

She nodded. He added some shrimp to his plate and returned loudly to a group talking of people. She turned around and watched him for a moment. He spoke with a gallant smile, a performative cackle erupting from him every now and then. His adolescent awkwardness was replaced with an stunning comfort in his own body and an ease in conducting himself. He soon excused himself from the group, leaving without the plate as he walked to the coat room. She counted a minute before discreetly following him. Thankfully, the door had a lock, which she turned as soon as she came into the room. Immediately, perhaps even before she turned around to face him, strong arms surrounded her. To call it a welcome embrace is an understatement. Warmth like this was sorely missed in her new life. It felt like safety, comfort, the things she was never truly sure of in the company of Mr. Indigo. Finnick wore a cologne now too. It was lighter, fresher, maybe even spicy or woody. It took little time for her to grow accustomed to the fragrance. He did not pull away as he began to speak.

“I missed you so much. Where have you been?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“It’s been five years.”

Her eyes widened and she went still. It made sense. This was the 70th game, she fell asleep at the 65th. But she hadn't seen a game after she woke up until this one. She was asleep for four years.

“What?”

He pulled away slightly to look at her face. There was a frightened look in her eyes. He brought his hands up to cup her face.

“Did you not know?”

Tears welled in her eyes again. What happened in that blank space of four years? She remembered nothing but blurry faces and cold white rooms. Did they wake her then too, wipe her memory? The Capitol was capable of everything, what couldn't they have done in four years? He pulled her close again, pressing his lips to her forehead.

“Angel… what did they do to you?”

The two of them disappeared in and out of that coat room throughout the night. They sat on the floor exchanging stories and catching up with a familiarity like not a day had passed. Eventually, the topic came to the game and Annie Cresta.

“She seems nice.”

“She is. People like her are hard to come by. She’s genuine and kind and…”

He trailed off with a soft smile on his lips.

“So the rumours are true.”

He turned his head with a confused expression.

“You love her. I can see it in your eyes.”

She spoke with a melancholy twinge that did not go unnoticed.

“I do.”

Sylke lowered her head. She smiled, knowing the lovely feeling of being in love, and she was happy knowing that Finnick had it. But of course, she was not the object of his affections, and that pulled bittersweet tears from her eyes, one’s that actually fell this time. Finnick placed his hand over hers.

“I never had a little sister growing up. Annie’s the best one I could have asked for.”

A chuckle escaped her lips. She shifted to lean on his chest and he in turn wrapped his arms around her.

“You know… you said something in the arena, right before the end, and I never got the chance to respond.”

She turned her head to look at him. It ended up bringing their faces quite close, which he then took advantage of. Leaning down, he kissed her. It was slow this time, not quick and fleeting like they had done in the game. They could take their time now, enjoy this moment of closeness and warmth. When they did pull away, he whispered with a smile.

“I love you too.”

Sylke left that night in the same covered carriage, in the same dress, with the same egg-shaped mad as she arrived. But the whole world seemed to glow now. It had not shone like this in too long. She had sorely missed the ability to see beauty in everything. It was a skill she had, but it faded when she came to live in Mr. Indigo’s dollhouse. Thankfully, her rose-tinted view of the world had returned. The sweetest, most genuine of smiles remained on her face until she went to bed that night, and even a little after that. On the ride back, Mr. Indigo brought it up.

“You’re awful chipper, little Syren. Did you make some friends tonight?”

She nodded.

“Yes. One of them I think will make a good penpal.”

“Oh, wonderful! Who is it?”

Sylke gave him the information of a woman Finnick had introduced her to, Aven Ashwind, who agreed to be their correspondence go-between. Sylke would write letters to Finnick but address them to Aven. Then Finnick would write letters back, and Aven would send them to Sylke under her own name. Mr. Indigo suspected nothing as she told him about her new friend Aven.

Days after that night passed in a more orderly fashion. Finnick would put the date on his letters, and it allowed Sylke to keep proper track of time. The letters kept a smile on her face, made it easier to find joy in other things as well. Writing was helpful too. Finnick had this skill for words, he always had, but it really shone through his letters. Sylke had it too, an eloquence in communication that made it easier to connect over only correspondence. Beneath her bed, a box that held her dancing slippers sat, on a soft cloth that looked thicker than it actually was. And beneath that, were all of Finnick’s letters. From time to time, she would pull them out and read through them, holding the papers close to her heart once she was done. One letter in particular she enjoyed rereading.

My lovely angel, my dearest, Sylke,I miss you. I know I say write that every time, but it’s true. For so long, I wasn’t sure if you were even alive. Your smile occupied space in my mind, and I was going insane wondering if I would ever see it again. I mentioned it before, but Snow kept tabs on my loved ones. Sometimes I would get photos of you as a reminder that they were in control, but that was hardly proof. Sometimes I would wonder if they were fabricated. If it was too good to be true that you somehow lived. You were never smiling in those photos either. They were always taken from the ground, looking up at you through an open window. Sometimes you would be staring wistfully out to the sky, other times your back was turned and you were dancing, but you never really looked happy. Though, maybe you were when you were dancing. I don’t know, I couldn’t see your face. My point is that I don’t like uncertainty. You and I both have had to adapt to it and grow accustomed to it, but it really is unbearable. At least, it was when it was about your life and happiness. I want you to be happy. I want you to smile and dance and live a life that you enjoy. I know you want that for me too. I protected you in the arena ‘cause I wanted you to have a shot at a happy life where you laugh and smile a lot. We’ll get there one day. One day I’m going to take you to a beach and we’ll just spend the day relaxing in the sun, wading into the water, dancing on the sand, doesn’t that sound nice? Someday, it’s gonna happen. I promise. Until then, please don’t forget how much I love you. Yours,

Finnick

Sylke often wondered in those moment on the floor by her bed if he did the same, reread her letters just like she did. And in fact he did. They were kept in a box under his bed as well, though not particularly hidden. He too had a favourite letter from her.

My darling, Finnick,I miss you too. It’s lonely here. No one speaks to me, not without the most performative of tones. You were right when you said that genuine and kind people are hard to come by. I feel much of the household staff is kind, like I could be friends with them, but they refuse to call me anything by “Miss Syren” and always say that it would be improper to bore me with details about themselves. I miss having people to talk to, most of all having you to talk to. Letters aren’t the same, but it’s better than nothing. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine you here with me. It’s usually when I’m dancing. It’s like I can feel your hand on my waist as I waltz around my room. I get glimpses of your eyes too. Have I ever mentioned how pretty your eyes are? I swear, they’re just the right colour, like the ocean on a perfect day. It’s a lovely escapism, feeling you with me even if you’re far away. Do you do anything like that? Even before we started exchanging letters, I did that.In other news, Mr. Indigo let me start going out onto the lawn without supervision. For the longest time he would keep me in my room with the door locked until he returned home each day. Then he slowly allowed me to move about the house. It’s so nice to be outside. It’s not quite the same with the finely kept topiaries and flowerbeds, but it is still quite lovely. The magnolia tree beneath my window just started blooming yesterday, the fragrance is just wonderful. Magnolias are quickly becoming a favourite flower of mine, though it’s a shame they only last a short while. I’ve been trying to spend as much time as I can outside while they’re in bloom. It’s best at night. When the whole house is asleep, sometimes I slip outside for just a short while. The pink flowers look so ethereal in the moonlight. If you can, please come by soon to admire them. And who knows, maybe I’ll be outside. With all the love in the world,

Sylke

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[tommysversion]

I’m not a religious person, at all. While I think religious beliefs are beautiful, they’re not for me, not really. But I AM superstitious.

I lost my beautiful kitty, Charlie, seven weeks ago today. The day after he passed, my husband called me and said he would be late home from work because he’d caught an injured stray dumpster diving out the back & was going to drop him to a vet clinic.

No chip, no tattoos, no sign of being owned at all. The clinic staff basically told my husband in no uncertain terms to get lost and take the stray with him.

Apologising profusely to me, he didn’t know what to do. He knew I wasn’t in any state to have a new cat in the house. But here’s the thing. I’ve worked in cat rescue for almost six years; helping an animal in need is second nature to me, even over riding grief.

“Bring him here.” I said. “I’ll call the rescue boss and we’ll see what we can do.”

The rescue we work with is small. Like, there are less than one hundred of us spread across the state, including admin and transport who don’t foster. We don’t have a physical shelter.

And we’re at capacity, but what can we do? He’s injured, and we aren’t the sort of people to put an injured yet friendly stray back where we found him, especially when the locals say he was being used as dog bait.

My husband brings a crate into our spare room.

“I don’t want it.” I say, then feel like a jerk, but it’s been thirty hours since Charlie and I don’t want another cat in my house. But this guy needs me, so I dial the rescue boss.

“There’s a cat in my house.”

“Uh…” we both know she’s trying not to state the miserable obvious.

“The cat I was messaging you about that my husband found. The vet told him to get lost so now there’s a cat in my house.”

“Okay. Is he feral?”

I unzip the crate and the scrawniest, grumpiest looking black cat stares back at me, blinking huge green eyes. His back leg is dragging. Stupidly, I offer a hand. He sniffs. Not feral.

“Not feral.”

The unnamed cat slinks under my dresser and sprawls out while I set up a cage for him.

“Cool. He’s your problem now.”

“My problem?”

“Yep. I’ll book him a vet trip in the morning. I know you don’t want him, but we don’t have anyone else who can take him. You need a win right now. Hopefully he’s a quick in and out, yeah?”

“Okay.”

“Don’t get attached.”

“Yeah, fat chance. I never want another cat.”

And I didn’t. The idea of going to the shelter and picking out a new cat repulses me. We went to just look a couple of weeks ago and it felt wrong. I realised that no matter how much time passes - a month, a year, ten years, I’m never going to be able to pick out another cat, I’m never going to be able to choose a cat. It feels too much like replacing.

I originally named the stray Tairn, because I’d been reading Fourth Wing and liked the name - black dragon, black cat - it works.

I took him for his original scans at the vet and they said it was an old injury. To give him time. Okay, can do. As I drove him there he escaped his cage and lounged on the back seat of my car. Jerk.

That night I put him in his cage and he fell asleep in a startlingly familiar way; the same way Charlie used to sleep when I first rescued him. Both boys had injuries to their rear right legs.

Both boys slept cradling their injured legs. I snapped a picture and put them side by side.

A week later we got Charlie’s ashes back, and when I put his urn on the shelf I’d set up for it, Tairn hopped up beside him and curled up around his urn.

I shooed him away and told him I didn’t want him, but the coincidences and similarities were starting to spook me a bit.

For weeks and weeks and weeks I told myself I didn’t want him. Right up until we went to the specialist vet for a second opinion on his leg. Right up until they told me they needed to amputate. Right up until I drove to pick him up on December 30th.

I was absolutely adamant I did not want this injured, cheeky cat who had never known love before. That I would rehome him because he wasn’t mine.

I made the mistake of renaming him, giving him the name I would give him if he was my cat - Ezra, after my favourite Pedro character, because he’s also missing a limb. But still I was adamant I didn’t want him.

Right up until that night, when we came home from dinner and he was sitting in the window, waiting for us, seemingly unbothered about missing a leg, just waiting for us instead. Like he belonged there. And I felt this?? Rush of relief. Like that’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

He started coughing from his surgery and I panicked, and that’s when I knew I was screwed.

I have Charlie’s paw print tattooed on my hand. Ezra sometimes puts his paw over it, holding onto my hand so he can lick.

He’s started purring, and sleeping on my bed. And I… have decided to let myself love him. Because I think, given all the signs, that’s what Charlie would want.

Because I’ve been so adamant about NOT wanting him, about NOT choosing him, but he’s stubborn and he’s chosen me anyway. and maybe, just maybe, this is how I can heal. With a cat I Didn’t Want, but love unconditionally regardless.

#rue screams into the void #cats

[cricket-reader]

Agony

Masterlist | A03 | Wattpad | Recommendations | Inbox

Summary: Bucky’s girlfriend is sick and in a lot of pain. He just wants to make her feel better.

Warnings: pet names, COVID, sickfic, fluff

Word Count: 655

Prompt: Ache, Massage Waiting Room, Needle

A/N: day 4 of Whumpril by @whumpril

Every breath gave way to a horrible pain in her upper body. It felt like someone was consistently stabbing her with a knife. Her ribs felt like someone had mistaken them for a punching bag. Every breath was agony.

Her chest was full of phlegm and coughing did nothing to help. Every cough, every breath, every laugh sent her head throbbing. She couldn’t get up without feeling like someone was inside her brain, smashing it with a hammer.

She was shivering underneath her blanket despite how warm her body was. She couldn’t fall asleep and she never felt hungry. She knew, realistically, she’d have to eat something, but she just didn’t feel like it. She had never felt so terrible in her life.

She couldn’t even gather the strength to greet her boyfriend when he arrived. She hoped he wouldn’t mind.

“Dollface?” Bucky questioned, concerned about the lack of his girlfriend coming to pummel him with kisses or at least shouting a greeting his way.

He heard a weak groan come from their room and he instantly dashed to her side. He was a bit relieved when he didn’t see any blood. He could see, however, that she was very pale.

“What’s wrong?”

She sniffed. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

He frowned and placed his right hand over her forehead. She was burning up. Turning away, she coughed a few times. He could hear how congested she was.

“It hurts, Buck. Really bad,” she groaned, tears pooling in her eyes. She felt so weak. Who was she to complain about pain when her boyfriend had literally been tortured halfway to death?

“Let’s get you to a clinic, yeah?” He mumbled, grabbing some comfy clothes she could easily change into.

They soon were in the waiting room. Her head was resting against his chest as her eyes drifted open and closed. They heard her name being called and went in.

After some questions, tests, and waiting, the doctor diagnosed her with COVID. It didn’t really come as a surprise to her. She was disappointed, nonetheless.

The doctor prescribed some medicines to help her with a quick recovery. As a hater of needles, she was upset upon learning that she’d have to get an injection. It wasn’t ideal, but as long as she could hold Bucky’s hand she’d be fine.

Her skin was prepped and she held her breath with anticipation. Thankfully Bucky was there, reminding her to breathe through it. He didn’t want her to pass out from an injection again.

Luckily, she didn’t end up passing out. Though, she was exhausted. They quickly got her medicine and went back home. Bucky wasn’t very happy when he learned that she had eaten nothing that day. He could have came home and taken care of her!

So, he let her go to the bedroom while he made her favourite soup. She was halfway asleep when he came in with a steaming bowl and a glass of water. He gave her the medicine that the doctor told her to take at night and told her that she could almost go to bed.

“Shouldn’t I be wearing a mask or something? I don’t want to get you sick. Maybe you should stay at the compound instead,” she worried, suddenly realising that he could easily catch it from her.

“Don’t worry about that, doll.” He smiled. Even sick and she was still putting him first. What did he do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend? “Super soldier. Can’t get sick.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, “Of course you can’t.”

He just grinned and joined her in bed. They put on a show to watch as she eats, leaning against Bucky. When she finished the soup, Bucky took the bowl to put it in the sink and got her some more water.

“Cuddle time?” She questions from her spot on the bed when Bucky returns.

“Of course, babydoll.”

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[petitmonde]

Meet ugly

A set of dialogue prompts and scenarios for meet ugly, because who doesn't need chaos in their lives? Send in a prompt and/or scenario + a ship. Feel free to share and use.

I'd like to thank @missjanjie and @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney for their help.

Dialogue prompts

1. "Is that my car?"

2. "Oh, so that was you?"

3. "Please never contact me again"

4. "You shouldn't be in here"

5. "Who the hell are you?"

6. "So listen, I met the worst bitch ever on my way to work"

7. "Can you shut up? At least for ten minutes"

8. "You could say sorry"

9. "Just don't puke on my carpet"

10. "I don't even know you"

11. "I didn't ask for your life story"

12. "I didn't sign up for this"

13. "Okay, rule number one, don't talk to me"

14. "That fucking hurt"

15. "Did your parents hate you when they named you that?"

16. "That is the ugliest dress I've ever seen"

17. "I think I just spilled coffee all over our new boss"

18. "I'm pretty sure my date is hitting on your date"

19. "Wait, this isn't my apartment?"

20. "If you kick my seat one more time, I'm cutting off your legs."

21. "Get out"

22. "Well here's the thing, I don't care"

23. "I'm going to call the cops"

24. "It's loaded"

25. "Shit, I thought you weren't home"

26. "It's been six months and you still don't know their name?"

27. "I think you got the wrong number"

28. "Put your clothes back on"

29. "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't answer that, I already know"

30. "When I see that bitch again"

31. "I don't have a death wish"

32. "I am not getting in that car with you"

33. "Why does this kind of thing always happen to me?"

34. "Okay, for the last fucking time"

35. "Didn't you hear me?"

36. "Get a grip, get a life and get over it"

37. "I am not going to entertain drama, chaos, confusion and madness"

38. "I'm not bothered, not at all"

39. "I knew she was a clown from the jump"

40. "I'm not finished talking to you"

41. "I pity you for the face that you have"

42. "Here, let me buy you a new one"

43. "I don't want it anymore"

44. "You're getting blood all over me"

45. "You will be hearing from my lawyer"

46. "Well, you can go fuck yourself"

47. "Did you ever work in porn?"

48. "Who invited you?"

49. "This sounds like a scam"

50. "$800? I don't have that kind of money"

Scenarios

A. A and B have an appointment at the same clinic after their partner cheated on them, without knowing the other person is their side piece.

B. A server spills a milkshake on a customer's fancy new shirt, and is entirely unapologetic about it.

C. A and B match on Tinder and they quickly realise the other person is insane and unmatch. They then meet again on a blind date.

D. They've waged a passive aggressive war against eachother for years for being 'that annoying neighbour' by leaving notes in the laundry room without actually having met.

E. They're both hospitalised in the same room, and absolutely everything their new roommate does is annoying. And their family and friends are even worse.

F. It's the worst day ever already, and in comes an idiot who thinks it's cute to be overly friendly.

G. A is gleefully eating something B had been looking forward to all week – and it was the last one!

H. A stole B's cat accidentally, but now it's been over a year, so whose cat is it really.

I. A suddenly having to become a babysitter for a very drunk B, a complete stranger.

J. A and B have been tricked into babysitting the same pair of chaotic twins.

K. A finds B wildly attractive, and has had a crush on them for a good while, however during their first conversation, A blanks and insults B.

L. Just your ordinary everyday traffic accident between a car and a bike.

M. A drunkenly texts B, thinking they're A's ex, and now B won't stop teasing them about it.

N. On a skiing trip, A walks into what they think is their own lodge, only to find that the bed they're sleeping in belongs to B, who very much doesn't appreciate waking up to being spooned by a stranger.

O. A is the sole reason they're desperately trying to survive an avalanche.

P. A's dog messes up B's date, but is refusing to pay for a new pair of pants.

Q. A's sibling fucks over B, and when B comes over to slap some sense into them, they end up slapping A.

R. A gets an angry phone call from B, cussing out someone with a name that's similar to theirs. At first they wanted to hang up, but now A just really wants to hear how that person fucked up.

S. A is a stand-in for B's partner in a reality TV show, and is doing their damnedest at messing them up since B was dismissive of them when they met. Revenge isn't always cold, bitch.

T. They're sharing an Uber from a club, and holy shit, A is bleeding all over the place, so B has no option but to help to avoid paying a cleaning fee.

U. A works at an amusement park as a mascot in a suit. B lives to torment the mascots, and now that there aren't kids around, A is ready to let them have it.

V. A is running late, and only notices their shirt is inside out in the elevator. They try to put it on right but they get stuck with their shirt half off. B is the shocked neighbour who finds A like that.

W. A has brought in flowers to work to welcome the new hire, who happens to be extremely allergic to said flowers.

X. Someone keeps stealing A's food from the fridge, and having had enough, A poisons their food with an inordinate amount of chili peppers. Now to wait for the screams of B come lunchtime.

Y. If A doesn't shut up about their ex anytime soon, B is going to blow a gasket and tell them to get a life. They're in public for fucks sake, have your mental breakdown somewhere else.

Z. A has talked mad shit about B at length, not realising they'd be their next opponent in their next match. Now it's personal.

#prompt list #writing #meet ugly #writerblr #dialogue prompts

[welcometogrouchland]

could u elaborate on darius camila fake dating? ill assume its for convenience's sake but ure so right the complicated feelings this would stir in luz, hunter and even vee are delicious

Okay so, I don't usually write fanfic, but I do have several fanfic scenarios and jumping off boards that I, when inclined, rotate in my mind like a DVD. Most of them are remarkably silly and arbitrary in premise, and the Darius and Camilla fake dating scenario is no exception.

To set the scene, it's post canon, w/ a working portal at Luz's disposal and Hunter flitting between a couple houses atm

The Nocedas and Deamonnes are having family dinner in the human realm. Things are going well! Darius is telling mostly non-morbid stories (bc based on CotH he CAN get morbid when he wants), Camila is impressed by the things he has to say even if he's not so subtly bragging as he goes on (both about himself as a matter of bravado, but also about Camila's kids. They're tough little bastards and he admires them, even if he'd never admit it)

Luz and Vee like to push Darius' buttons bc frankly it's stupidly easy and rewarding to do so (he is an irritable man, Luz is a mischievous lil scoundrel and Vee is, fundamentally, a silly creature. Vee's still nervous around witches (excluding the hexsquad) so Luz takes the lead w/ teasing)

Meanwhile, Hunter's having the time of his life!!! He's getting double the amount of parental praise and affection he normally gets!!! Big win in his eyes!!! He's never realised how much he likes his lives in the human and demon realm intersecting until now.

and, obviously, the stars of this hypothetical show, Darius and Camila. on the surface they seem very different, and they definitely are to an extent! Camila's naturally a sweet woman with a tougher more authoritative side that she reserves for when her loved ones are in trouble. Darius is a naturally cold and sophisticated person who only reveals the softer side of himself to those he's close with. she's very sincere and has been at this whole 'parenting' thing for a while, Darius has a few layers of persona and hard outer-shell on at all times and he's literally only been something close to a parent for like. a few months max.

but fundamentally they both feel massively out of their depth. right now, they both have a bigger support network than ever before, but the fact is that they've both been very lonely people until recently, and they're used to doing things with maybe one person by their side, max. they have all these people eager to help them, but also all this fear of Doing It Wrong and i feel like they're both people who're very conscious of how they're perceived by others. it makes them want to pull away and keep doing things the way they always have. but seeing that same imposter syndrome and concern born out of love in each other is...nice. it's nice to know someone else gets it. that they're not alone.

It's a wonderful time all around, until someone (stealing the idea of it being Camila's coworkers from another anon) unexpectedly calls to the house for a visit (ig Camila forgot abt clinic potluck night)

IMMEDIATE panic breaks out; Vee greets the guests at the door and stalls while Luz and Camila shove Darius and Hunter into another room to quickly try and come up with an exit plan. There's one obvious solution: summon the portal and go.

We could say there's an issue with this somehow (idk maybe stringbean ate the portal key and they're waiting for her to cough it up) OR we could just say that while Luz and Hunter want to be responsible, protect the demon realm and all that, they were also having a really good time. Luz loves talking about her adventures in the demon realm to her mom, Hunter's only now realising how happy having two parents/families makes him, even Darius is coming out of his shell as the night goes on.

And thus, the Boyfriend Suggestion is given

(rest under the cut bc holy fuck this is long)

Which is to say, Hunter says they can excuse Darius' presence by claiming he's Hunter's previous foster parent/social worker/etc (since I think the only way Camila can really justify the 5 extra kids that stayed in her house over summer with 2 of them staying to people in town would be something like foster care)...AND Camilla's new boyfriend, hence why he's here for the night :] <- this is the face Hunter is making @ Camila and Darius btw

Now, this may seem like a lot of mental gymnastics on Hunters part to keep the night going. And it is! But fortunately, hunter has experience with mental gymnastics. Especially if it's for something that he really really wants. It's not entirely selfish on his part, he's perceptive can tell that both Camila and Darius are lonely people deep down. he wants to see the people he cares about being happy and connected and they were just getting along so well!

Maybe the extra connection is an unnecessary detail, but in his eyes, the worst thing that could happen is a slightly awkward evening, while the best thing that could happen is he gets to live like this forever. Hooray! He is not going to investigate his own possible desire to have a more conventional family structure btw. He definitely doesn't have any leftover fears about non-conformity and being neglected left over from the emperor's coven. Absolutely not.

exiting out of hunters inner monologue and returning to the scene- Camila laughs, Immediately and nervously, because really? Darius? her boyfriend??? As if her co-workers are going to buy that the middle aged, nerdy widow with the famously unpopular daughter managed to snag a 6 ft tall, buff-ass Adonis who, while not being able to tell them that he's secretly a beautiful elf man, you still kinda tell. There's a Vibe he's always radiating, even in human disguise mode.

She genuinely means it when she says all this, she thinks she's just being realistic, but it makes Luz, Hunter and Darius sad to hear. Luz and hunter love Camila SO MUCH. Darius has really appreciated her company tonight. they don't want to hear her talk bad abt herself.

And maybe it's Darius' own rebellious nature that spurs him to contradict her. He's the kind of guy who believes in sticking it to ppl and proving that you're not the person they thought you were! And he's not above petty victories either. He looks at Luz and Hunter. They look back at him. He steels himself.

He pretended to be a coven head for years. He's played the role of someone cool, calculating and utterly unattached to the point of nearly convincing himself along with everyone else...

...So surely he can pretend to be his son's mom's boyfriend for a night!

and essentially any amount of shenanigans can spiral out of that premise, lol.

You can have Darius fumbling his way through pretending to be a human!

(He's doing his best. Hunter is guiding him but he's also wrong a lot of the time. Honestly Camila's coworkers look at Luz and think back to Manny and are like. Yeah that checks out this woman's a weirdo magnet)

You can have Camila and Darius!

(2 full grown adults who haven't had significant committed relationships in a while) trying to figure out the Right Amount of fake affection and PDA it takes to be convincing w/o being weird

Darius not knowing how to operate around the Noceda girls now that he's been put in this liminal paternal space for the night. Gives them both these awkward head pats and then internally cringes

You can also have the kids wildly differing emotional responses to this frankly absurd scenario! I genuinely cannot afford to make this any longer than it needs to be so maybe I'll expand on this idea some other time BUT in my mind it's a lot of...

bickering between Luz and Hunter about if this is really necessary (they are both self motivated rn but in ways that are understandable)

Vee not even knowing how to approach the idea of Camila having a boyfriend/her having more than one parent (this is all very new to her). I'm honestly torn about whether she'd warm up to Darius and be happy at the idea of having a bigger family or if her own fears of abandonment would lead to her being possessive/protective of her mom. It could go either way depending on how you characterize her relationship to Darius

Luz knowing that it's fake but still having a visceral reaction to just the idea of her mom dating and finding herself torn between wanting her mom to be happy and not being ready to accept any new father figures in her life after losing her dad

Hunter realising that Luz is uncomfortable and that in his pursuit of his dream family he may have accidentally put the first person to make him feel like family in immense emotional conflict

There'd probably be some family conflict either during the coworkers visit (prompting them to leave) or after they're already gone. Mostly about Darius and Hunter being not totally honest and kinda Weird the whole night, and the Nocedas unprocessed grief that they've both been refusing to deal with for a while.

Then however the hypothetical fic would resolve is up to you! Do Darius and Camila actually get together? Does one catch feelings but the other is still hung up/hesitant? Do they just stay friends and confidants? It's all up to the imagination baby

Anyway, sorry for the terrible wait on this answer anon, I've had several funks/episodes in the interim between starting and finishing this ask, hence why it got delayed lol. It's probably not as polished as it could be, and is really just a functional ramble about things I don't think I'll ever write, but it was definitely a fun ride lol

#ramblings of a lunatic #asks #the owl house #toh #darimila #darius deamonne #camila noceda #hunter toh #luz noceda #vee noceda #I'M SORRY TO MAINTAG I JUST SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS TO NOT POST IT IN TAGS #I'm not an expert on Darius or Camila as characters btw so if anyone wants to add on w/ alternate takes or build on what Ive said feel free #crackships and fans with niche interests keep the world turning #okay. i need to go sleep now. badly

[writemekpop]

Love Doctor | Lee Taemin

5K Follower Series Ep. 28

Summary: You pretend to faint to see sexy doctor Taemin. What happens when he figures out your lie?

Genre: Doctor!Taemin x Patient!Y/n, smut 

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt: “I promise I’ll be good.”

The hard tiles of the hospital floor turn into the soft grasp of a man’s arms. 

You crack one eye open. Yes! Just as you hoped, it’s Taemin, or Dr Lee, as he’s better known - one of Seoul City General’s best doctors. 

His handsome black fringe has fallen loose, and his forehead is creased with concern. You relish the feeling of his strong, muscled arms supporting you. His smell… it drives you crazy. 

You shut your eye again. After all, you are meant to be fainting right now.  

Over the past few months, you’ve been coming in to Taemin’s clinic, pretending to have one illness or another. Anything to spend a little time with him. This time, you got even more daring – by pretending to faint in the waiting room.

The fear of getting caught was totally worth it for the sweet bliss of being in Taemin’s arms.  

He’s not your average doctor – unless your average doctor is drop-dead gorgeous, ripped, and just about the kindest human being on earth.

The craziest thing is, he seems to have no idea that he makes people swoon left, right and centre. 

Even now, you can hear whispers of, ‘Unfair!’ and ‘I want Dr Lee to carry me…” from the other patients.  

Soon, you’re propped up with pillows in the bed in his office, and Taemin is taking your pulse. When his fingers touch your wrist, electricity jolts up your arm. 

A few moments later, he crosses his arms, frowning. “Y/n… I’ve got to admit it. I’m a little concerned.” 

Your heart jumps into overdrive. Has Taemin realised you’re faking it? 

“This is the third time you’ve come in this past two months. Now, you’re fainting. But I can’t seem to find what’s wrong with you. Everything seems normal…” 

Your heart skips a beat. This is your worst nightmare. 

Only, what he says next is worse. 

Taemin nods grimly. “I think we’ll have to take further action. Is it okay if I make you a referral to a cardiologist?”

Your eyes widen. “N-no, I’m sure that won’t be necessary!”

Taemin smiles a little. “Don’t worry, we’ll get this cleared up soon.” 

You jump up off the bed and stretch your arms. “Ac-actually, I think I feel fine!” You start doing jumping jacks, your shoes squeaking on the floor. “All fixed. No need to call anyone.” 

Taemin’s eyes widen at your nimble movement. “How did you just- aren’t you dizzy?”

You realise that in your eagerness… you forgot to act sick. A person who just fainted would not be doing jumping jacks right now. 

Taemin’s brows crease deeper. “Y/n…” 

And that’s when you realise. You blew it. He’s worked it out. 

You sit down, letting your head hang. “I’m sorry.” 

Taemin’s voice sounds the most serious you’ve ever heard it; usually he’s warm and friendly. “You’re telling me you pretended to be sick all this time? Y/n – why would you do that?” He sighs. “I thought better of you.” 

You look up, your heart sinking at the coldness in his tone. “No! I have a reason.”  

His deep brown eyes bore into yours, more intense than ever. “What possible reason could you have?” 

You take a deep breath. “What if I said it was… for you?” 

Taemin’s mouth opens, then shuts again. He blinks, his movements jerky, like he’s so shocked he’s glitching. “You … but- but-“ 

Taemin can’t believe what he’s hearing. You, Y/n, went to the massive effort of having yourself carted off the to the nurse’s office for months just because you like him?  

He knows he’s considered attractive. Chocolates and wine bottles fill his desk every morning, and elderly ladies ask him to be their boyfriend just about once a week. But he never really cared about any of those people. They weren’t… you. 

 Suddenly, he realizes that he’d been having a dodgy feeling about your ‘fainting spells’ for a while. Deep down, he knew you were faking.

He must have pushed those doubts down, because he just wanted to see you one more time. To see you, with your black hair scruffily pushed into a ponytail, still managing to look breath-taking. To have you tease him, talk to him not as a doctor, but… as a man. To hold you in his arms, breathe in your maddening scent and imagine just for a second that you’re his. 

And now you like him back.  

He feels like he’s dreaming. 

Taemin sits down on the bed beside you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. His voice is fast, feverish.  

“I really- really shouldn’t.” But your neck is so close to his lips, and he can’t really think straight. 

“This is breaking every rule in the book. I mean, you wasted hospital time… I could… report you.” But even as he speaks, his words are getting slower, more tangled up. 

You’re turning to face him, your eyes dark and so, so open. Did you always have such thick lashes? Were your eyelids always rose-tinted, your skin so chocolatey brown? 

“I made a… I made an oath…” 

You press your lips to his, just for a second, and it’s like a shock to every nerve ending in Taemin’s body. 

Taemin pushes you off, but gently, just because the kiss felt so good he’s sure he’ll lose control, and he can’t afford that. Not here.  

“This… can’t happen. You’re my patient,” Taemin insists. His hand still rests on your chest from when he pushed you off. He quickly removes it. 

You say, “And what if I’m not your patient anymore?”

Your heart is beating in double time. This is the moment when Taemin will brush you off, tell you you’re too young, or he has a girlfriend, or he just doesn’t see you that way. 

Taemin says, “Then… we’ll just have to find somewhere else to meet.” A smile breaks out onto his face, and it’s so handsome it could make birds sing, like Disney. 

Warmth floods your body. Taemin likes you back! Your relationship could be more than fake-patient and doctor! 

You grin. “How about that cute little music café on the next street, in a month’s time? I’ll have a new doctor by then.” 

Taemin narrows his eyes playfully. “It still hurts to think of you going to some other doctor.” 

You smirk. “Well, who’s going to treat me when you break my heart?” 

Smiling, he shoots back, “As if. You’re the heartbreaker. I can just sense that you have a long list of ruined ex boyfriends.” 

You tap his nose. “You better watch that attitude or you’ll be joining that list, mister.” 

Taemin grins. “You mean to say… I’m your boyfriend?” 

A blush hits your cheeks. You were caught out. “Maybe…” 

Taemin’s eyes burn into yours. He takes your hand, lifts it to his lips and gently kisses it. “It would be an honour to be your boyfriend, Y/n.”

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Aspiring Fires - an Ethane fic

Liane Felton x Ethan Lensherr (@gcthvile)

Mutant x Mutant

Referencing the Mother Mother song of the same name

Marvel OC x Marvel OC

"A little advice for aspiring fires

You'll get put out if you don't get a little wild

Try again, try again, getting it right

You don't got the due diligence to lose your mind

I'm losing my mind..."

"Your call is important to us, please stay on the line and one of our operators will be with you shortly." The call sang out once again as Liane tossed the phone in a fit of rage, the flying projectile being caught deftly by a concerned Ethan Lensherr as he entered the room.

"Something wrong?"

"It's fine, it's nothing, I'm just on hold and have been for....a while and no one is answering!" Liane growled, her eyes starting to change colour.

"Woah cool your jets, Wildfire, we don't want another Tower burning to rubble."

That remark earned him a very hard glare and very purple eyes trained on his green eyes.

"Too soon, noted. Look, does this place maybe have a website you can apply through? Or is this a first come first served type thing?"

"The second one. It took me this long to even get in the damn line. What has happened to health care in this country?"

Ethan frowned, looking at the phone as it played a very tinny rendition of The Can Can song on a loop and the caller ID said Clinic on it.

"Wait why are you calling the clinic? We have SHIELD health care for all our needs and last I checked, you look fine to me."

"It's...something else." She trailed off, her eyes darting to the left, her lips disappearing as she sucked in a breath.

Ethan put the phone down on the table and crossed his arms, looking right at the blonde liar. For a while he hadn't been able to notice the signs but as time went on he knew all her tells. The telltale signs that Miss Liane Felton was lying to your face all came down to her face betraying her badly. Her eyes will dart to the left, her lips disappear, the last sign would be if her nostrils flare.

"Lia?"

"It's fine Eth, I just need this..opinion!" She sputtered, her nostrils flaring.

"Aha! I knew it! You're lying, so tell me now, why are you calling a run-of-the-mill NYC clinic?"

Liane's response came out far quieter than Ethan had expected. It wasn't quite a whisper but it didn't really reach his ears.

"I'm sorry what?"

"sabougettingatherapist.."

"Little louder."

"IT'S ABOUT GETTING A THERAPIST! There! Are you happy? You know my little secret, I'm unwell, I need therapy but I never got it because my father said they were all liars and swindlers who stole your secrets and insecurities to write articles about you! But now I realise I kinda need one because of my trauma! So...yeah."

Liane had finally stopped and lifted her head to look at Ethan who was biting his lip, not in concern, but in trying to hold back laughter.

"Are you...laughing?"

"No..."

"Ethan!"

"I'm sorry but seriously? You think you're a mess? Look around cupcake! Look at me of all people! Raised by mutants in a school of potential heroes and villains, one father being a benevolent principal who can look inside your head any fucking chance he likes and another dad who can bend any kind of metal to his will in an instant?

"You think you know crazy? Just look at my brother Cole, he knows crazy all too well. And yeah he would probably benefit from therapy but are you gonna tell him that? Hell no! Or hey, Tony freaking Stark, he could use therapy badly, everyone here would benefit from getting a shrink. But we never dare say it for fear of being branded a problem or unstable. It's fucked up. And honestly...I couldn't be prouder of you for yknow trying." He smiled, picking up the phone now maddeningly blaring the can can music and ended the call.

"But if you were left alone in a room with a run-of-the-mill therapist then you'd find yourself in a mental hospital faster than I caught your flying phone just now. Humans do not get it and probably never will. But now you have us, okay?" He reassured, lifting up her quivering chin with his hand, taking a moment to admire her face.

"But...they're supposed to help..."

"They can help. In some cases. But in other cases...some of them are total narcs. Why do you think the rate of young people getting sectioned is so high? Therapists. Look, if you really are desperate for counselling maybe we can talk to Fury about it, see if there's some Robot Therapist Rei built or some kind of mutant therapist we could recruit...in fact..hold that thought."

Ethan scrambled to grab his phone, wiping the tears from his girlfriend's cheeks and giving her a soft peck on the lips as he scrolled through his contacts looking for a certain name and hit call. Liane smiled, taking a seat on the couch as a conversation ensued between Ethan and someone called Kendra? Petra? Ketra? Either way, he cared. And he hadn't ran for his life either. Turns out it really does take one to know one when it comes to crazy.

Hope you enjoyed! Is this inspired by a Mother Mother song because I've been on a kick listening to their songs again? Possibly. Here's the actual song if you're interested.

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Being their significant other headcanons, Forgotten Hill edition

Featuring Ethan McMillan and Nathan McMillan.

Warnings: literally these two are a warning of its own. If you know the game then you don't need any more warnings, you know what you're getting into. Some gore-ish stuff but it's on the average Forgotten Hill gore-ish level.

Yn = Your name

Ethan

If you're Ethan's lover, you'll have to get used to seeing his experiments. You don't have to like them, but if you could show some curiosity...

He has a hard time balancing his work at the clinic and his private life with you. He'll often overwork himself and you'll have to drag him out of the hospital so that he can rest.

He loves physical contact. He basically melts whenever you hug him or hold his face.

However if you hold his hands... well, it's complicated. His hands are what he uses to operate, to block them is telling him to not use them. So he might instinctively pull away when you hold his hand while he is still on working hours. Holding his arm is fine though.

His love language? Quality time together dear. Doesn't matter if it's home or the clinic, he's happy as long as he gets to spend time with you and he appreciates when you come looking for him because he has to come home from work, even if he won't admit it.

...also he created a creature just for keeping you safe. Forgotten Hill is a strange place and he knows it, so you'll have a "pet" with rather long claws and teeth to protect you whenever you go.

Which usually is to and from the clinic because of your workaholic of a husband that you have to drag home.

And about husband.

You two got married. Doesn't matter if you're someone from Forgotten Hill that he knows since he was a kid of you're from somewhere else, even sometime else. He's putting a ring on that finger in a few years max, he's traditional like that.

He always wears his ring of course. Now the thing is, he almost lost it once while operating on a patient, so... he just implanted it over his heart. You can see the ring's outline on his chest. Romantic, isn't he?

He doesn't use many pet names. "My love" now and then, maybe "My beloved". If you want to use some more original pet names for him you can, but you'll get a lot of side eyes from him.

The urge to call this man "kitty" what is wrong with me.

He likes sleeping with you- get back horny disgraces. I'm taking about catching the Zs.

He usually prefers to sleep each on your own side of the bed- but maybe hold something of him, like his hand or his arm.

But if you want to sleep while holding him or being held by him, go ahead, he'll comply.

He's just that much in love with you to enjoy things that he wouldn't usually like.

Nathan

If you're Nathan's lover, get ready to help him stringing the puppets he creates. He'll fully teach you how to do it so you can do it together!

He doesn't feel like the Puppet Theatre is a job, rather, it's his hobby. So he's usually pretty good at balancing work and personal life.

Except when he hyper focuses on a new play. He doesn't really realise he's doing it, but he might spend more time in the theatre than with you. He'll make it up to you once things is over though.

He likes to hold and touch you. You can do the same to him, but he prefers it when he's the one initiating. Just one of his quirks I guess.

His love language is physical affection. He just likes to touch you. He'll be stitching a puppet while laying his head on your shoulder, or writing a script with a hand and caressing your hand with the other.

He doesn't like you going around Forgotten Hill alone, usually if you have to go somewhere he'll be with you, especially at night.

He's a bit unconventional, he doesn't feel the need to marry you. However, he will get you matching rings to point out your relationship.

He likes calling you by your name, but he also likes to call you "My love" and, well... pretty much anything with "my" in front of it. If you do that too... yeah he's not letting you go.

And about letting go.

He's holding you whenever you sleep together. Doesn't matter what, he is holding you. He won't close his eyes until you're asleep into his arms.

If you go out on your own he'll wait for you to come back. If you're late he'll start to get anxious and might come out to look for you.

He just doesn't want to lose someone he loves so much so don't you ever leave him.

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It will be okay sweetpea pt.1

~Gwendoline Christie x pregnant!daughter!reader

Bold + Italic = flashback/memory

Italic = idk man, i used it for different things

Bold = thought

Warnings: light mention of alcohol, death, blood, miscarriage, somewhat descriptive self-harm, implied eating disorder, childbirth, self-depreciation, mental health, angst? (im probably forgetting something.)

a/n: this was literally a dream i had. there is fluff, and this read is complete shit, i'm really sorry. Also I had to break it up into parts bc tumblr said I wrote too much

You were four weeks away from your third trimester in your pregnancy, and you had a doctor’s appointment today. You’re always nervous with doctor’s appointments relating to your pregnancy, but your mother, Gwendoline. Always makes your anxiety dissipate. Today, she had a tight schedule and so you were left all on your own to venture to the clinic. She would be home when you got back though, so you could tell her about it.

You reached the clinic and were nervous, but your mother told you that ‘nervousness is just excited energy hiding.’ You don't have much to worry about, you don’t strain yourself working, you don’t sit around and do nothing, you eat healthy.

“What could go wrong?”

So, you walked into the clinic. “Hello, my name is y/n Christie.” You quietly said to the woman at the front desk. Watching you as you entered “Hello Ms.Christie! Your clinician has someone else currently, but will see you afterwards. Please take a seat wherever you are comfortable.” She spoke with pride, she clearly liked her job. “Um- could you tell me where the restroom is?” You asked, almost embarrassed that you have a bladder. She pointed to your right, and you entered the restroom, it was a single restroom, not one with multiple stalls. You locked the door behind you, pulling down your trousers and panties as you sat on the toilet. And that’s when you saw it. Your panties soaked in your blood, not having bleed through to your trousers though. Tears filled your eyes as you looked down, it reminded you when you got your period for the first time. Your thighs were covered in blood and you thought you were dying. You were in school and had called your mother telling her you were bleeding out and that you loved her. She realised what happened and came to pick you up from school early. She told you what it was, why it happened, how it sucks, and she took care of all of your needs, like she always has. “It will be okay sweetpea” She says after every bad day. It always lifts you up.

You were sobbing at this point, tearing running endlessly. You couldn’t call your mother, she’s going to be disappointed that you couldn’t carry this child. She’ll think you did it on purpose, you were worried she was going to hate you. You at this point had strained breathing, as you were gasping for air, and trying to breathe properly. Tears still streaming down your face, you jumped still seated, at a knock on the door. “Helloo.. Ms.Christie, I’m ready to see you now!” It was your clinician, Dr.Vogt. Shit, you tried cleaning yourself up as best as possible with haste so as to not worry your doctor. Finishing up you flushed the toilet and washed your hands carelessly, you opened the door and were greeted by your clinician. You followed her through a hall to an ultrasound room, where the first question she asked you was “Why were you crying earlier?” You couldn’t speak, your voice was hoarse from crying. “Did you and your mother get into an argument?” She noticed your mother’s absence at today’s appointment. You shook your head, accepting you couldn’t say it. You looked down realising how your hands didn’t clean well. She looked at your fingers intertwined with each other sitting in your lap, and she saw what she assumed was your blood underneath your fingernails, and she realised. Concerned for you she immediately checked your heartbeats, or you suppose singular heartbeat now. She then brought over the ultrasound machine, you couldn’t bear to look at the screen. You were going to have the gender be a surprise to you and everything, you let your mother have the ultrasound photos not trying to peek at them. But you wanted a surprise, so it was kept from you. You had your eyes screwed shut, waiting for your clinician to break the silence, she placed the cream on your stomach and checked your uterus. She already knew what happened when she had listened through the stethoscope, but she didn’t want it to be true. She worried for you. She looked at the screen and then you, seeing you hiding your face under your hands she spoke up. “Ms.Christie, I’m afraid you have miscarried, but–” You threw your shirt over your stomach and walked out, sobs poured out from you as you walked down the hall you anxiously walked through earlier, you found the doors and left. You got in your car, and sped home. Hoping as soon as you got away from the clinic you’d be fine along with your unborn child.

You walked in the door of your family’s house. You hung your bag up, grabbed a glass from the cupboard, opened the fridge and grabbed your favourite wine. You haven’t had alcohol since finding out about your pregnancy. You poured yourself a glass, and as you went to down the entire glass at once. Your mother emerged, curious when hearing your sniffles and silent sobs, “Hey sweetpea do you like this colour or-” Seeing the alcohol in your hand turned her somewhat defensive, “Absolutely not!” She took the glass and wine from you with ease, you didn’t even try to fight her. This did trigger the most gut-wrenching cry to ever come from you though, you slid down against the counter from where you stood using the counter for support, and you hid yourself in your knees when you finally reached the floor. Your mother knew it was bad, you hadn’t cried like this since your fiancé was in a car crash, and passed. You were crying even harder now than you did then. You couldn’t breathe, you let out such heavy exhales that you only got a wisp of air when you inhaled to breathe. Gwendoline immediately set down the clothing she had in her hand, and got down to your level. She assessed you before saying anything, noticing a wet spot on your shirt from the ultrasound cream you never bothered to wipe off. She decided to sit right next to you, she wrapped her arm around you. “Honey I don’t know what's wrong, but you need to breathe.” She spoke softly and with caution in order to avoid conflict. Watching you with concern. You couldn’t fix your breathing and then you felt tired, and your eyelids felt so heavy. You couldn’t sit together anymore, you just fell onto your mother. And then it was dark and quiet. You woke up on the couch, you felt tears streaming once again. It wasn’t fair, you had been twenty-three weeks pregnant, you shouldn’t have lost the baby. The chances were basically zero, which means it was all your fault. You scanned the room for your mother, not wanting to be alone for too long. You realised she was next to you on the couch, so you mustered your strength and slid up the couch and rested your head on her thighs. She gladly accepted you, and played with your hair as you rested on her lap. She wanted to talk to you, but she didn’t know what to say. She started to hum, a song that came on the radio the day you found out you were pregnant. Was it just a nightmare? Unfortunately, you knew, it was real. You were with your mother, but you felt alone. You couldn’t tell her, she’d hate you. “Honey, I called your clinician, she told me everything. It’s not your fault. You didn’t let her finish though, you are still-” Finally finding your voice, you cut her off. “Mum, I-” your voice strained more “Don’t you hate me for not being able to carry a child to term?” Looking up at her with tears flowing ever freely, “No, sweetpea, never. I could never hate you for something you have no control over whatsoever. I’m glad you're healthy. Now, can I please tell you what Dr.Vogt said?” You shook your head, eyes locked with her, she respected your choice. But she had to tell you at some point, but she could wait a little bit for when you calmed down more. For now she said softly as she noticed you were drifting to sleep, “I love you and it will be okay sweetpea.” You knew with your mother taking care of you it will be okay, which made your last tears of the night fall. As sleep overcame you.

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