#and it's for the clinic i was hoping for nice nice

[hehehereliesmysanity]

Inseparable

Wille is at the vet for a routine check up for his dog and that's when he sees them. The curly haired handsome man and his little ball of fur. The cat doesn't look happy, though. He approaches them slowly but he doesn't know what he has to say.

"You look stressed," he greets the man with an emphatetic smile. "I am sure it is going to be okay."

The man is taken a back but mirrors Wille's kind smile. "I really hope so. She hasn’t been eating lately and I was worried. The test results came back and everything looked normal. They are trying to understand the situation." the stranger says, looking way more worried than he shows. He gently pets the little cat's head and she basks in all the attention and love she can get from her human. "Sorry," the handsome man cuts himself short after he starts telling him about all the symptoms that started. "You probably don't want to hear all about my drama."

"It is not drama if we are talking about your cat. It is basically your child and you are allowed to be worried." he tries to calm him down.

"Thank you." he smiles. He goes into the vet's office by sending a warm glance, and Wille didn't even get a name.

He leaves the clinic half an hour later, his dog in tow, everything alright with him. He wonders what happened to the man and his cat and looks around to see him but comes up with nothing. He, having nothing better to do, goes to the parking lot to go back home and sees the handsome man next to a car looking around as if he is looking for somebody. They make eye contact and they both start smiling. Was he looking for him?

He approaches them, the cat is his arms and she looks way more cheerful than earlier.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes," the man smiles so vibrantly. "She is even better than before."

"That's good. I am happy for you two."

"My name is Simon, by the way." Is Wille imagining things, or does the man look like like he is blushing?

"Wille."

"Nice to meet you, Wille."

"You too." he smiles back. What should he do? Should he ask to grab a coffee or something? "And what about this little one? What is her name?" Good start.

"Don't call her little. You don't want to get on her nerves." Simon chuckles.

"Can I pet her?"

"Go for it but she doesn't usually---" Simon cuts himself short again with his mouth hanging open, after Wille tries to pet her little and she stretches and purrs.

"You were saying?" Wille chuckles. He is good with animals usually. "I still don't know her name though."

Simon shakes his head and chuckles. "Jelly."

"Huh?"

"Her name is Jelly." Simon says matter-of-factly.

"Your cat's name is Jelly?" Wille asks, his voice is a little bit too high.

"Yes," Simon says unimpressed. "You got a problem with that?" he says, a little bit annoyed.

"No, God, no," Wille chuckles, "I was just surprised. My dog's name is Peanut Butter."

"Are you serious?" Simon asks, taken aback as well but his spiky mood is dissipating now, seeing where Wille is coming from.

"Yes," Wille breathes, relieved. He hasn't fucked this up. He still has a chance. He can still have that coffee or maybe ask for his number. Then he sees the corners of Simon's mouth turning up in mischievous way but doesn't understand. "Why are you grinning?"

"This is gonna be a really cute story when we tell people how we got together in the future."

"What?"

"Or when people ask about our pets' names and we will go Peanut Butter and Jelly. That is cute, isn't it?"

"What?" Wille is frozen and not functioning. Is this really happening?

"We will go 'We met after we named them. Separately.'

"Am I hallucinating right now?"

Simon chuckles. He chuckles unashamedly, not caring at all that Wille's heart is beating out of his ribcage, not knowing that he almost gives him a heart attack.

"Too much?" Simon asks more to himself than to him. "Too much. Maybe we should have dinner first."

"You are something else, Simon." he chuckles, but he is feeling his cheeks getting hot all over.

"8 p.m. tomorrow?"

"How about this evening?"

[supernova41st]

Don’t worry Darling ⊹ .

Medic x Nosocomephobia!Reader

Now playing • My Elixir—Sons of Raphael ♪

A/n: Trust me this was a request but I CANNOT find the question for this one. It followed the idea of medic x paranoid reader and I liked the idea so I decided to make it reader with Nosocomephobia (fear of hospitals) I hope I executed them well. <3

Warnings: None

Divider creds ~ @saradika

Meeting

𓄼 Hospitals have always irked you since you were a kid. Something about the ambience, smell, and atmosphere of them made you uncomfortable. You could handle blood and violence, but hospitals? Hell no.

𓄼 Now, when you signed up to be a mercenary you did prepare yourself for some medical stuff to occur, however, nothing could’ve prepared you for whatever Medic was on that made you so terrified. He was like the embodiment of everything you didn’t like about hospitals x10. And after finding out his way of doing his procedures it only made you more nervous..

“Hang on—I have to be alive for the whole thing??”

“Now now (Y/N), no need to worry, as long as you play your part the surgery will be swift!”

“Don’t you have anesthesia to give me or something?”

“Ha! No. I’m afraid that is out of our budget”

“..Okay, um.. will it hurt?”

“Hahaha!! Oh my, you.. you’re quite comical my friend, hah… yes.”

𓄼 You began to dread the day that was coming, you could barely handle dentist appointments! Now some creep you don’t know basically rummage around your guts for a few hours? This was going to be hell, you just knew it.

𓄼 During that fateful day, you decided to press through. You did nearly everything you could do to get over the anxiety of it all. Breathing, Counting to 10, Naming 5 things you see, etc. And as soon as you laid onto that operating table..

Thud!

“Goodness! Are you alright—….”

𓄼 You passed out. Yeah, he didn’t even lay out any medical supplies, the texture of the operating table against your skin was already too much to bear.

Headcanons

𓄼 You’re both victims in this situation (maybe one more than the other). He tries his best to make sure you don’t pass out every time you see him, but if anything his attempts make it worse.

“Why do you have a syringe?? I thought we were just checking up on how the uber device was working!”

“It’s nothing, darling. It’s simply some Midazolam, I went out to purchase it just for you! Now if you’ll just hold still..”

𓄼 You passed out as soon as he the needle graced your skin. I mean.. at least it kinda worked?

𓄼 Even when you get use to his appointments (meaning not passing out as much) he’s still more gentle around you.

𓄼 He’ll warn you about what he’s about to do and will give you a heads up on if there will be anything startling involved. He also makes sure to bring nitrous gas to help you calm down if needed.

𓄼 He feels guilty about it, but he enjoys talking you through giving you shots. Not in an arousing way, but he enjoys the idea of you being comforted by him. And god, he loves it when you hold his hand, he’ll sometimes worry that he’d be too focus on you holding onto him than injecting you.

“It’s alright, (Y/N), deep breaths..”

“sigh Okay..”

“You’re almost there, you’re doing very well, my love.. and done! See? As I said, only a pinch”

𓄼 If the smell of his clinic disturbs you, then he’ll also remember to light a candle at least an hour before your appointments. He’d specifically choose lavender to help soothe your nerves.

𓄼 He’ll also play some classical music in the background, not only does it calm your nerves but it also helps him focus. He’d remember your favorites and play them more often then other..

“You’ve been playing that one a lot lately”

“How could I not? It has a very nice tone, and I’ve grown tiresome of the other ones”

“Aww, you sure you’re not playing it just for me?”

“Hm, who’s to say”

[palehairs]

How exactly did Jason make crime alley safer? No dealing to kids? Oh nice we have teenagers going through withdrawals because the red hood is trying to make a point. God i hope they get support from the bruce wayne funded clinics in the area. Let’s kill Black Mask’s goons and hell let’s kill my own goons when i’m bored. I’m sure they haven’t taken these jobs primarily because of the material conditions of Gotham, which i am doing nothing about. They had families? That’s sad ig, but they should have pulled themselves up by their bootstraps. I’m sure this will have no further repercussions and their children will have a positive opinion of me.

[rowenabean]

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