#i had to go to the emergency vet but the other dog didn't have a scratch on it only some drool and my dog's blood

[awkward-teabag]

I've seen so many people say a dog they don't like is a pit bull or pit mix. I've also seen shelters straight up lie about what breed a dog is if it has any pit bull in it because there's such a stigma about them.

People also cherry pick bite statistics to fit their view of dog breeds. I used to work with reactive dogs and dogs with a bite history and it was golden retrievers and similar family dogs that were the ones to be most wary of. They're much more common, people think they're fine, and leave children alone with them because "they wouldn't hurt them!"

Throw in how reporting that the family dog attacked someone and you have people lying about the dog and circumstances so they don't have to deal with the fact they own a dangerous dog or are forced to euthanize the family dog.

Small dogs bit a lot, too, but because small dog bites don't typically land people in hospital and small dogs' fear and aggression gets laughed off, it's not recorded.

Not that pit bulls can't bite, but any dog can do that. Instead of relying on breed, look at the behavior, the owner, and the circumstances. Also do some basic learning on dog behavior 'cause dogs are really good at communicating how they're feeling and give copious warnings before they resort to breaking skin. Typically the only time they don't is when they've been abused, were weaned way too young, or punished for giving any sort of warning. It has nothing to do with breed and everything to do with their experiences and owner(s).

It's also a major risk to leave an infant/toddler/small child alone with any dog regardless of breed. Don't do that. Ever.

re: the pit bull post: I've found that the Great Pit Bull Debate is an excellent way to find out who understands the limitations of statistics and who doesn't. Like oh, you found a stat saying pitties bite more? And how did they verify the breed of each dog hmmm? How did they account for mixes? Oh I see they just went off of untrained visual IDs with zero genetic confirmation and then failed to mention that other studies have shown that even with training people are really bad at visually IDing dog breeds? Interesting....

and most importantly: a lot of those statistics are originally recorded by cops responding to the bite incident

[signedkoko]

Hi, my dog is really sick and he has a huge tumor, I’m going to have to put him down soon and it really sucks, your writing makes life a bit better though so thank you for that! Could I possibly request a Vox x reader with a pet dog? Like how would the two of them interact or would he claim himself as the dogs parent or stuff like that. You don’t have to of course! Please remember to take breaks

Vox X Reader [Comfort]

In which you take in a dog you found on the street without asking Vox beforehand.

Vox isn't necessarily minimalist, but he is certainly a bit of a neat freak

Things should be organized, clean, not perfect! But not messy

So, animals were never his thing

I mean, the hair, the training, the scratchy nails on the floor, it just sounds like a huge hassle

Besides, he is already busy enough with the company and you, a pet would just be another thing on the list

You, on the other hand, love caring for sick animals

You've brought a smaller creature home before for the evening or taken it to a vet, but nothing for longer than a few hours

But this time was different

The dog was so messy you couldn't even tell the breed, all you knew was that someone had hurt it and it wouldn't last long on its own

So you snuck the puppy into your jacket and headed straight home

Vox comes home to the shower running and you giggling, and he's already worried about whatever strange thing you're onto this time

He sees you, splashed in soap and water, and a dog with muddied water dripping off it into the drain

And it barks at him

And he screams

Right. He is super scared of dogs and hellhounds

Not in a 'these things are scary' way, but in a 'these things are unpredictable and gross and ew.'

When you finish washing the dog and drying it the best you could in a swaddled towel, you'll find him pacing and murmuring

He is frustrated you brought that THING home without asking, but he also wont suggest you abandon it because he knows you won't

Gets a servant to grab some necessities for the dog, because lord knows you didn't plan this out

Just for a few days, right?

Except, a few days turns into a few weeks and into a few months

And slowly your tiny puppy grows into a 100-pound pride dobermann, known for being some of hells largest and most vicious dogs

Despite his size, Vox has already adopted the thing into his life, he stopped asking when you were going to give up the dog on day 15,

Part of the reason he loves it is because of how dangerous the dog looks, as sweet as it actually is, it's very protective of you and he likes that

Originally does not let you out on your own, but now its 'you can go if the dogs with you' because by good fuck that thing could kill a crowd

Expect him to dip into the pet market of devices; tracking collar, pet surveillance, automatic feeding bowls, etc...

All inspired by his want to give your dog a luxurious life

Probably got a custom collar with glowing blue spikes so he and the pup match

Would actually take a few days off work and sit in an armchair with his hands on his head if the dog ever had an emergency trip to the vet

Author's Note - I saw your second ask, and its totally cool you sent this! Honestly, I always wanted to open emergency requests. Theres no shame in looking for comfort, I can't imagine your pain right no. I hope this helps in any way!

[vaspider]

We are finally home from the emergency vet.

Mila spent 4 days pacing and unable to settle. She asked for food, for water, for upstairs, for downstairs, but she could never settle. When it got to Tuesday and nobody had really slept for days and it was getting worse, not better, Evie and I took her to the emergency vet that's connected to her oncologist. We left Emet home to snuggle Cap and Rumba and get a nap which they desperately needed.

Mila got painkillers - dilaudid in an IV and codeine to take at home - and they raised her gabapentin dose, gave us some sedatives, and so on.

We will be talking to the oncologist tomorrow, but unless he has some miracle plan to dramatically shrink her lymph nodes, it's going to be time to set a final date and then make a bucket list for Mila.

We said we would keep her around for as long as we could have Good Days, and the last 4 days have been just... terrible. She was in so much pain from her lymph nodes pushing on her spine and didn't know how to tell us.

Emet kind of expected the news we brought home. We don't want another Kusto - where we hang on too long *for us* and should have said goodbye before we did - and we are all on the same page there.

It absolutely sucks, but we knew it was coming.

I got us set up with a euthanasia service at the start of this, so we will be able to say goodbye to her at home & the other dogs will be able to see her body and know that she has died, so they'll be able to grieve. Dogs understand death and they understand loss. We don't want them to think she's just disappeared.

That said... we just wiped out the last of what we had squirreled away for her next chemo round, and we'll need help with her final expenses if folx can spare anything. I know we've asked a lot, and I appreciate it more than I can say.

We got a lot more time with her than we expected, and it's been entirely because we have had your support. We had money to be able to say, "it's $60 for the pain meds? Yes. Give them to her right now, please."

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

[rapz-rites]

Hearts

Damian Wayne x Reader

You and your soulmate can feel each other's heartbeat 

A/N: for @thesuperiorrobin btw I started writing this super late at night so it might not be the best but I hope you all like this

Word Count: 1.1k+

Warning(s): Barely proofread, loophole cursewords

You jolted up from your sleep. 4 times a week, 3 if you’re lucky. Like clockwork. Your soulmate's heart beats so fast, so hard, it wakes you up. You would think he was having a heart attack. 

You don’t know what your soulmate does that gets his heart beating so fast in the middle of the night. You found this whole heartbeat soulmate thing so stupid. Of all the things you and your soulmate had to share, a heartbeat, seriously?

On everyone’s 10th birthday, they start “sharing” their soulmate's heartbeat. It's not really sharing though, so you didn't understand why they explained it that way. Probably to romanticize it. 

You couldn’t go back to sleep until about 4am. But that didn’t matter because your alarm went off 2 hours later. You hated your life. Not only did you get no sleep because of your stupid soulmate but you had to get ready for school, a school filled with pompous a-holes. Luckily it was your last year and you only had a few more months left until you graduated.

~

You walk into class late, everyone looking up at you. Luckily for you, your teacher is nice enough to let it slide. 

“Hey” you said to the boy you usually sat by. His name was Damian, Damian Wayne. Yup. As in Billionaire “playboy” Bruce Wayne.

“What now L/N?” He asked. He looked up at you with an annoyed expression. Damn. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

“Do you think you could help me with number 5?” You looked at him with pleading eyes. “Pretty please.”

“Sure.” And he did. You didn’t really need help, you just wanted to bother and talk to Damian. 

The two of you were close acquaintances but not friends. He was you favorite pompous rich a-hole and you were one the most tolerable people at GA to Damian

After this class you were done. You were transferring books to and from your backpack when your best friend, Lienne, pulled up next to you. 

“What are you doing after school? Do you want to have a sleep-” If you didn’t stop her now it would turn into an investigation.

“I’m working at the clinic after school, but I can come over after and we can have a sleepover all you want,” you smiled at her.

“Ok. See you after work. Oh, and bring those chips I like please,” she says walking away. You chuckled at her.

You worked at a pet shop clinic. You loved it. You weren’t a people person, you were a pet person. I loved cats, dogs, and hamsters. Any domestic house pet you could get your hands on, you loved it. They were so much easier to deal with than people. 

You were peacefully playing with a hamster while it was quiet in the store. Suddenly 2 men rush in. You put the hamster back in its cage and turned to the 2 men. They both looked like they were freaking out.

“We need your help! Like it's an emergency,” the tall one said. He had jet black hair and a white streak at the front. Then the second one spoke up.

“It’s our brother's cat,” the other one said. He was shorter, maybe 5’10/11. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He handed you an adorable little tuxedo cat. You couldn’t help but awe at it.

“Sure, what happened? Our vet is currently busy, but I can check him out and get him to see him as soon as possible.” you walked them into an exam room in the clinic. As you were assessing the cat, your boss walked in. 

“What's going on here?” He asked. You explained what happened and gave your assessment of the cat to your boss. He complimented you on your good work and took over. You were happy until you felt a strain on your heart. Something was wrong with your soulmate. It felt like he was having a panic attack or something. You went to the front of the store to sit down. You were trying to steady your heartbeat to cancel his out. But of course as you sat down, someone walked in. It was none other than Damian Wayne.

“Where’s Alfred? Where’s my cat?” he asked. You walked up to him to get his attention. You were holding onto his arm while he was looking around frantically.

“Your cat? Is he a tuxedo cat?” He immediately looked down at you. “You’ve seen Alfred? Where is he?”

“Your brothers brought him in,” you explained to him calmly. You were already trying to calm your soulmate’s heartbeat and now you have to calm a frantic billionaire son. He was spouting nonsense you didnt want to listen to while you ushered him to a chair.

“Listen Wayne,” you said, shutting him up. “Your brothers brought him in. I assessed him and the vet is now with him. He's going to be fine”

You could tell your words helped, but he was still anxious. It was kinda cute that he cared this much for a cat. One time you saw him roll his eyes at a school assembly about suicide. But he was still breathing heavily. At this point your heartbeat was calm but you could still feel your soulmate’s fast heart.

You took Damian’s hand and put it over your heart, and you did the same to him. That's when you felt it. People who already met their soulmates said once you know it's this indescribable, thrilling feeling. They were right. It was like time stopped and nothing else mattered. Your hearts synced and that's all you both felt. You both stared into each other’s eyes. You opened your mouth to speak but was interrupted. 

“Are we interrupting something?” The tall brother asked. You quickly moved back from Damian, putting your hands at your side.

“Yes”

“No”

You both spoke in unison. You looked at him, but he was glaring at his brothers.

“So what did Dr. Goldwin say?” you asked, smiling before it got awkward.

~

“OMG OMG OMG!” Lienne squealed, jumping around her room. “YOUR SOULMATE IS DAMIAN WAYNE.”

You weren’t surprised at her reaction when you told her. She always had a knack for the dramatics. As she was jumping around, spouting how beautiful your wedding was going to be, you got a text from your “future husband”.

Damian ☹️: Hello Y/N

                    Let’s go out on a date Saturday

                    Send me your address and I'll pick you up at 2pm

Y/N : I’d love to go out with you 😉

You’ll tell Lienne once she calms down. She's going to freak.

So… what do you think???

I’m working on request so plz don’t think I forgot abt those.

[lil-quinnie]

Rock Stars never die!

It can be read as a continuation of this or alone

Warnings: +18 smutsmutsmut, p in v, oral (f receiving), dom!eddie, kind of mean!eddie, cheating, angst angst but fluffy.

Summary: Eddie is back in the city, after months of no contact, he decides to show up at the apartment he helped you choose. After months, what could have changed, right?

Wc: 3896

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Eddie was back at home! Well, at least in your house. 

He could hear your muffled chuckle from the other side of the door, causing a smile to break out across his perfect lips. He hasn't thought about why you never reply to his last text. Life happens and sometimes we don't have a lot of free time, but damn!! That was the longest Eddie had gone without talking to you, and he was hungry! Hungry for your laugh, your lame jokes… hungry for you!

A strange nervousness started to build in his belly, as if his intuition was trying to warn him of something. Eddie tapped lightly with the secret rhythm of the two of you, but after a few minutes of no one coming to open the door, he tapped three times loudly. 

The laughter suddenly ceased and strong feet against the floor trembled all the way from the kitchen to the front door. Eddie was smiling in anticipation, as always so determined to memorize every new detail of your face. 

His smile disappeared when a strange face appeared instead of yours. He furrowed his brows and cleared his throat, "Yeah, I'm… is that the house…? " The words died in the back of the singer's throat, without letting him finish the sentence, you opened the door all the way, “no way! oh my fucking god! Eddie, what are you doing here?” you didn't let him answer either, jumping towards your best friend, you hugged him by the neck, making the hairs on his arms stand on end as he felt your breath against his neck "I missed you" he said, simply.The man standing at your door, clear his throat, trying to make himself present in the room, with Sir Bart, your cat, on his lap. 

The veterinarian introduced himself as your boyfriend, to Eddie's sad surprise. 

Boyfriend?!  You've had a few affairs here and there but never anyone you've titled boyfriend, Eddie's heart sank a little at that moment. His head was spinning in a spiral of self-pity, inside he felt destroyed but outside he just smiled and offered his hand to your “boyfriend”, “I'm the best friend” he said with a smirk. 

A few more seconds of awkward silence “well, nice to meet you Eddie, but… duty calls” Handing the cat to Eddie, automatically holding Bart like he was a baby “like sticking thermometers in dogs’s trunks was a big duty” Eddie rumble, letting the air escape through his nose in a muffled laugh.

The vet and you walked to the door, Eddie preferred to go to your room and spare him the sight of the newly formed couple tender goodbyes.  Lying on your bed, petting one of the cat's paws while you weren't back, he buried his nose in your pillow, smelling the peach scent of your shampoo, Eddie knew he only had a chance, it was the situation he always avoid, the fight or flight thing and Eddie hates to fight but for you… he would always choose to fight. 

Few minutes later, you emerge from the almost dark corridor swinging your hips by the door. "Hey Ed, I need to take a shower before we can catch up, ok?” you said, hanging the weight of your body at your bedroom door, your eyes never leave his. “A shower huh!?” he raised his brow in a devilish way, making the goosebumps irradiate through your skin.

Eddie felt a pervert, of course he notices your flushed rosy cheeks, the wet hair at the nape of your neck, a few strands of hair glued in your beautiful face, the red marks that adorned the skin of your neck…“Oh! Shut up Eddie, it’s none of your business” you snapped back to him.

He doesn’t respond to your rudeness for a few, to lose thinking about your sorrow and puffy pussy still leaking with the release of his brand-new enemy. “I like when you’re mean, do you know that?” he said, popping up off of your bed, walking calmly ‘till his heavy boots almost touch your bare feet. He left his hand resting on the wall behind your head, trapping your body between him and the wall.

His eyes were burning through your skin, the dark chocolate of his eyes making it harder to get free of his embrace “Oh! get off Eddie,you’re such an asshole sometimes”  you tried to get free from his embrace but it was in vain

“Sweetheart, it was just a simple question” his tone was mischievous. 

His other hand was ghosting the side of your body, waiting for the right moment to finally touch your soft skin. His menthol breath hits your nostrils, making you feel dizzy.  While his wet lips are moving with every word he provocatively pronounces near the side of your face.

You fall out of words, they are all gone, your brain shot down! It was the first time Eddie flirted with you so openly, so much desire burned into those big eyes, sucking all the air of your lungs “I said..I said it's none of your business” your voice was small and almost inaudible. 

“You see…” he started “there’s where you are wrong! it is sweetheart.” he simply said.

His free hand touching your waist, exploring that part of your body like he hadn’t done it a million times, holding you at the place he wants. His lips lightly brushing the skin of your neck “I mean… It is my business” he kissed all the length of your neck, biting and licking between his words, testing how far he could push your buttons.

You squirmed under his lips, letting out a whimper that made Eddie’s dick twitch under his heavy jeans. His lips ghost all the way up to your ear, he nape your earlobe between his teeth at the same time his calluses hands bravely grab at your tit, feeling your hardening nipple between his fingers “Tell me to stop” he demand “tell me that is wrong'', still groping your body while you shyly start to hump his thigh, seeking for any kind of relief “Look how pathetic” he mock, “What happen sweetheart, doc dolittle didn’t made you cum?”.

He sunk your body on his thigh, forcing your sensitive cunt against the rough of his jeans, making you gasp, you don’t know if it was because of the humiliation or the fact that you really didn’t finish because of Eddie’s knocks at your front door. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart”, his fingers brush through your wet center “just…please Eddie” you plead.

Your trembling voice gives Eddie signals of your neddy, he could only laugh. “I’ll baby, I promise I will touch you, but first you have to say what I’ve asked you” he patronize,"You need to tell me he didn't make you cum" he took your hand to his hard dick "you need to tell me how needy you are” he whispered the end of the sentence in your ear “and how much you need my dick" giving you his satisfy giggle.

“Eddie please…don’t tease me, need you, I've needed you for so long” you said squeezing his hard bulge into your palm, you could see he wouldn’t change his mind even if you begged for it “he didn’t make me cum” your voice was a mere whisper. He let escape a muffled laugh by his nose, his fingers trespassing the barrier of your panties meeting with a very dripping wet pussy, he lightly explored your center with his digit, collecting all the arousal that was dripping through your tight. He brought his finger next to your face, knowing the release of another man was mixed with the arousal he caused you.

“Open” he demand referring to your plush lips, your mouth was faster than your brain and you had your mouth open, his finger invade your mouth being heavy at your tongue “suck it” he said, the taste was bittersweet, you could feel Eddie’s dick twitching every hard suck you gave to his finger, making you moan.

“Atta girl” he said, his lips touching yours for the first time, soft and strong like you imagined your first time with him would be. His tongue didn't ask for passage as it invaded your mouth, exploring all the flavors he'd craved for as long as he could remember. The bittersweet taste didn't disappear immediately, it disappeared as Eddie devoured your mouth with lust and passion. Your muffled moans caused Eddie's hands to wrap your leg around his waist, lifting you as if you weighed nothing.

Your body pressed between the wall and your best friend's body, his erection pressing you where you needed it most while his hungry lips attacked your neck, chest and before he could grab your nipple you held tight to the man's hair, making His gaze focus on yours for a few moments. The moan he let out was pornographic, making you rub your core against his erection in search of relief “bed, please” you asked.

In a single movement, Eddie had you on your back on the bed, legs still wrapped around his slutty waist, the kisses ended while the giggles began "Are you sure you want this?" he asked in a serious tone, you nodded with your lips trapped between your teeth "words darling, you need to tell me what you want"

“I want this” you said, bringing your hand to the face of the man who was looking at you in such amazement “I want you”. The kiss was no longer so hurried, Eddie knew that you would no longer slip through his fingers, at least not now. 

He took his time kissing and re-kissing every part of your skin that he had already kissed,lowered the strap of your tank top over your shoulder and all the way until it left your body. His lips were always in contact with your skin. His hands traced patterns on the sensitive skin of your belly as his lips kissed the mounds of your breasts, a firm hand cupped and massaged as he licked and sucked your nipple.

"fuck, you're so fucking hot" he said in a muffled voice, still positioned between your legs, you could feel Eddie rubbing his dick against your wet pussy, forming a wet spot on his jeans "I need to feel you, fuck, I… I can not wait anymore"

His mouth traveled to your panties, he ran his nose over your center, pulling all your scent into his nostrils "fuck", he continued to use his tongue and tease you, your grip on his hair only increased, and you he grew impatient, tears of lust formed in the corners of his eyes "Eddie, more please, please."

He slowly took off your panties, tracing the length of your leg with his fingertips, thick fingers moving your legs apart from each other, exposing what Eddie was so eager to touch "You're dripping wet, poor thing" he said as he kissed your thigh and trailed the kisses down to your groin. "Is this all for me?" he let his cocky tone win at times, making you feel small, “you didn’t need it, my dear.”

His tongue passed straight against your pussy, gathering all your juices in his mouth, you both moaned together, his tongue invaded your entire pussy, finding your neglected hole. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing the entrance that was already pulsing with lust. His tongue applied enough pressure to enter you, fucking your pussy at a slow pace while his hands adorned your breasts.

The feeling was almost too much, you had never felt this kind of pleasure with a man before, damn! with anyone really. The thoughts emptied your head and you could only feel Eddie's lips around your clit while his two fingers fucked you, creating space to accommodate his big cock.

Eddie felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, your breathing started to become rhythmic, he could feel you were close and he continued to suck harder, determined to have all of your release in his mouth, triumphant at having made you cum, for the first time of the night. your orgasm soon washed over your body, a feeling of euphoria only made you want to return the experience to your best friend.

Your greedy hands went to his belt buckle, which then held her hands between his calloused ones. You wanted to punch that smug smile off his face "I'd fire my bullet too quickly if you did it...you know?" He looked at the size of the tent pressed into his pants, you could only laugh at his silly comment.

His eyes roamed over your naked body, admiring every detail while his cunning hands undid his belt and caressed his cock "Are you sure?" he asked once again "yes, yes I do" you said in a whisper as he pulled down his underwear keeping eye contact with you, his cock jumped free of his black boxers, it was thick and beautiful and just his sign made your mouth water.

He masturbated his dick while the eyes that looked at you with so much affection turned black with desire, the smile on the corner of his mouth before he let a ball of spit fall on the head of his dick, helping to lubricate his movements "that's good" He said, positioning his dick at your entrance.

He didn't put everything into you at once, he started pumping the head of his cock at your entrance, creating space for all the length that was yet to come, he could feel you squirming beneath him "shh sweetheart, it's about to finish" he told you he said every inch deeper he went, "that's it, you can do it" "taking me so well" “you’re gonna feel so good, i promise” he praised until he was deep balls in you. "fucking tight pussy", he placed his forehead against yours, waiting for his signal so he could move.

You had never felt so full in your life, his cock filled all the space your pussy had "fuck, Eddie please, fuck me please" the feeling was overwhelming, your pleas were music to Eddie's ears, the best album Ozzy couldn't compete with the sounds you let escape your sweet lips.

Eddie's hips came against yours, that delicious back and forth movement made you bow in his hands, which, to keep you in place, held you deliciously by your neck, pinning you against the bed while his cock abused your pussy, hitting the right spot.

"Damn kitten, best pussy I've ever had" Eddie just babbled gibberish sentences while lost in the pleasure of feeling your g-spot against the pink head of his dick, his mouth sucking bruises through your salty skin, eliciting moans and sighs from your mouth as your bodies moved in complex synergy.

His thumb came against your swollen clitoris, massaging it lightly while his dick had no mercy on your hole, "fuck eddie, I'm going to cum again" you said between moans and the noise of your skin slapping against his "I'm going to cum, fuck" you sang and he didn't slow down.

But a few minutes inside you "FUCK! I'm going to cum too" he began to fuck you clumsily, still playing with your clit "cum with me, cum with me" the hand that already looked more like a necklace circling your neck and squeezed your breast as Eddie fucked your pussy harder "where do you want me to cum, babe?".

"Inside" you replied in a whisper, "I want you to cum inside my pussy" your orgasm was washing your body, leg shaking and eye rolling, Eddie fucked you throughout your orgasm, praising you "is that what you want? Do you want me to fill your pussy? you dirty slut!" his hands were firmly on your waist now, his fingers were sinking into your flesh "Fuck, I'm going to..." and a loud moan interrupted Eddie's sentence, who collapsed next to him on the bed , still high on your adrenaline.

Not knowing how to react, you did the only logical thing in your head, go take a shower.

"So, I'm going to go take a shower" you jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, closing the door almost all the way and soon Eddie could hear the sound of water falling against the tile. Eddie could see the steam from the shower seeping through the cracks of the door, dancing beautifully between the last rays of sunlight that entered through the large window. Eddie's eyes roamed over the pictures methodically hung on the wall, over some potted plants  Focusing on every new ornament and adornment around her room. 

His favorite was the first corroded coffin poster autographed by him in a fancy frame! Some pictures of you with students, with friends and with him. 

His eyes were soon engulfed by the giant yellow letters on the cover of a gossip magazine"New Girlfriend?" over a photo of the model kissing Eddie “fuck…fuckfuckfuck”, he started to freak out. "Fucking hell" he thought, turning the magazine cover side down. Eddie felt the pillow beside him sink, felt the smell of clean clothes exuding from your pajamas, the heat that radiated from your skin warming the metalhead's bare arms, "it's everything ok?" you said, getting comfortable by his side,"She's not my girlfriend",he promptly said.

"I KNOW she's not your girlfriend, if she was, what she is not… you would’ve told me". 

The man could feel the sadness behind your gaze. "It was just a picture, like that actress who made the horror movie we liked” you continue,”what was her name again?" you got up from the bed, trying to escape that conversation. Already going to the kitchen.

You started to put some snacks in the jars "she wasn't my girlfriend either" he said, while following you closely. "Oh! and that model you said you were going to date.." 

"Wasn't my girlfriend and didn't say that! Sweetheart, come on!?, what are you trying to do here?" he said gesticulating between you two, you rolled your eyes and went to the fridge, pretended to look for something inside "I mean, this won't be the last picture I'll ever see of you with a woman, it 's you Eddie". Eddie felt all the blood drain from his own heart hearing your harsh words.

You changed the subject abruptly, the remorse of the words that came out of your mouth, in the way they came out… You tried to speak as softly as possible to not trigger Eddie even more "we're out of beer, I think Ethan had the last one" you gave an apologetic smile "can you go buy some more while I put some film for us, eds?".

Eddie felt his cheeks warm at the thought of Doctor Dolittle sitting on your couch, snuggly with you in his arms, even more, he felt mad about you still thinking about him after all that happened with you two.

"Fuck" he sighed, "Yeah! sure, I'll buy you more beer" Eddie put on his jacket and grabbed his keys "but just for you know, princess" despite the affectionate nickname, his tone of voice was nothing more than dry, your eyes glued to the hard face he gave you 

"Between the two of us, I've never had a girlfriend, you know that! And if I had one, I wouldn't wait weeks to tell you", he closed the living room door, disappearing through the corridors. you went from the fridge to sitting on the couch, trying not to think too much about what he said "Hope he felt better when he comes back" you thought again.

Eddie couldn't see anything in front of him, his vision too blurred by the tears pooling in his eyes. As soon as Eddie's feet hit the street it was like his world was spinning around him, He rested his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath while his cell phone kept vibrating in the back pocket of his jeans.  

"Hey harrin" 

"So you found out?" the tone of Steve's voice caused Eddie to snort 

"yeah, yeah I found out, she has a fucking boyfriend! Steve what the fuck?! She didn’t even told me" Steve cut him mid sentence

 "Oh! come on Munson, the girl has loved you since high school, now that she's moving on are you mad?" silence on the other end of the line 

"You know what, I remember you said you wanted her to get someone nice and she did", Steve said, bringing up topics from a conversation they had years ago

"Now I hope you're not an asshole and let her have her moment" 

"I love her" Eddie said, still standing in front of your building, fingers pressing down on the bridge of his nose, as if he'd been spilling some secret 

"oh! no shit Munson, it took you all this time to figure it out?Now I get the 3 times in high school! You had what? 10 fucking years to figure it out and now that she finally looks happy you want to tell her that? AND WHAT? you have a turnê next week, low blow dude" Eddie hung up the phone without bothering to listen to the rest of Steve's sentences.

Eddie didn't know if he should go back and face the consequences of perhaps the biggest mistake of his life. He could handle losing his fame, his band and even money if you were there to support him. He couldn't bear to lose you, there would be no life or peace or joy in a world without you, you were that for him.

Your cell phone vibrated as you searched for a movie that would make the metalhead feel like a teenager again, like you were feeling at that moment.

"I have something to do, don't wait me up"

you felt paralyzed for a few moments after reading his message, staring at the light that irritated your eyes, only able to lock your cell phone and walk to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Fat tears started to run down your face, you felt used, another one of Munson's girls. Some part of you believed that he felt the same thing as you, that after years and months of distance he also missed you like you missed him. You finished your cigarette in silence and took the walk of shame to his room, which still smelled like his expensive cologne.

While you stayed inside your bubble of self-suffering and pity, Eddie waited in the cold and empty waiting room of an animal intensive care unit, even though he didn't have any animals to consult with. He searched all the rooms until he found the Doctor in a conference room, looking at his cell phone in agony.

"Hey doc! Can we talk?" Eddie asked, already entering and closing the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the unsuspecting Doctor."Oh! It's everythi.." and before he finishes "Do you love her?" Eddie spit at the non reacting doctor, while the doctor's cell phone kept vibrating in his already shaking hand. "What did you do?" he asked hatefully to Eddie, while watching your photo at his phone screen as he tried to call you.

[iheartvmt]

So this afternoon I was chilling in my Mom's little backyard, the whole family, dogs and all, were there because it was my nephew's 8th birthday party (plus a surprise little belated Happy Birthday party for my stepdad and me, who had birthdays earlier this month), the kids were all playing in the above-ground pool...

And a freaking *hawk* stooped onto their TMNT ball, flopped about a bit, and then flew up to sit on the fence like 5 feet away from the pack of screaming, splashing little boys.

Needless to say, that's not normal hawk behavior.

Then it tried to stoop on the ball again, with similar bad results, and fluttered atop an old canopy thing folded up against the shed. We were all keeping an eye on it because wtf? It was sitting a little hunched so I thought "Maybe it's just overheated and dehydrated," and I set a bowl of water next to it. It ignored both my approach and the water.

Then it started eyeing the dogs, tilting its head this way and that as they ran by playing chase. Most of the family dogs are much too big to be taken out by a little hawk, but my two dogs are on the smaller size. Still too big for a hawk to carry off, but if one were desperate enough it might give it a go and do some damage.

Before we could shoo it away, it stooped on the largest dog, Oreo, a 70 lb pit bull/husky mix! O.O

Fortunately for the bird, Oreo was too startled to do anything but yelp, shake it off her back, and run under the table. (Don't worry, Oreo didn't have any injuries, except maybe to her pride!)

It didn't fly back to a perch this time, just sat on the ground hissing amidst the chaos of dogs and very loud humans.

Rin, my newest dog, is an 11 lb poodle mixed with what I'm now certain is terrier, and she ran straight at it, barking and ready to tear it up, talons be damned, but my stepdad scooped her up before she made contact.

I quickly grabbed my cousin's shirt from a beach chair and caught it up (while the other adults impressed upon the kids that this is something You Do Not Do, Auntie is a Professional). As it hissed and snapped at me, I could see it had some kind of white plaque in its throat, and its mucous membranes were bright red, either from stress or possibly stomatitis :(

Then Mom -- well used to animal shenanigans by now, bless her -- appeared with the cat carrier and held it for me so I could get the hawk inside and carefully free the shirt from its talons.

After setting the carrier in a quiet, shaded spot away from the party, I called the local rehabbers on the game department website who are listed as licensed to care for raptors, all of which were currently full. Well, crap. So then I called the Wildlife Center of VA, but it was already after-hours, and I had to leave a message in their non-emergency box (I tried the emergency line first, but the voicemail message has a very clear set of what qualifies as a true emergency, and this wasn't it so I didn't bother the poor vet intern on call). They'll call back during their regular hours tomorrow, and I'll drive it wherever they tell me to take it.

In the meantime, I have a very unhappy hawk in a cat carrier in my bathroom 😬

[comelay]

"It's been a little over two months, since my friend, Aaron, passed away.

This has been my experience."

When the police let me know they were performing a wellness check, I was confused. They let me know Aaron left his cat in his will to me. I didn’t think much of it at first, I was confused by it. About an hour later, I opened an email from Aaron. I read the words “If you are reading this, it means I have passed away.” It was followed by Aaron asking me to take care of Pumpkin. My heart sank. I called the police immediately and sobbed to the dispatcher while telling them I thought Aaron was about to take his life. The Stow Police called me about 30 minutes later, and let me know Aaron’s phone had pinged in Washington DC. I had hope that they would find Aaron before. I had hope that I could still talk to Aaron and grow with him as friends.

I spammed Aarons's email, begging him to respond, telling him I would be his friend and help him. I did not know Aaron was on life support when those messages were sent.

I called Aarons's friend, who, for the purpose of protecting his privacy, I will not name. He let me know he had a suspicion that Aaron was the person who self-immolated in front of the Israeli Embassy. I didn't understand. I asked for clarity, and Aarons's friend explained that he believed Aaron lit himself on fire earlier as an act of protest. I heard the emptiness in his friend's voice caused by shock. We chatted for a little longer, but, we both didn't know what to say, and shortly hung up. I spoke to Aaron's other friend about 30 minutes later, and told him what I knew. His first emotion wasn't shock, but pure sadness and horror. The conversation didn't last more than a few minutes.

After he hung up, I got a phone call from the Stow Police. They asked me to come outside and told me I could go into Aaron's apartment to get his cat, Pumpkin if I still wanted him.

I walked in with Ross. I looked around Aaron's apartment as much as I could, seeing the snacks he liked to eat, the books he had on his counter, and his lack of furniture but an abundance of cat supplies. I walked upstairs. The police officer picked up Aaron’s mattress, and I grabbed Pumpkin and kissed him before putting him in his carrier. The police officer tried to crack a joke with me, saying “Crazy story right?,” which I ignored. Ross and I took Pumpkin to the emergency vet to get checked out.

Between all this, I read bits and pieces of Aaron’s last will. After the vet, I was able to read it in its entirety. I saw a piece of Aaron I never knew about. I knew little Aaron’s life previously. I knew about how he was from Texas, how he came out here for a software engineering internship, how he liked our dogs, and how much he loved his cat. I now knew where Aaron’s heart was, and it was with Palestine.

Every five minutes I was refreshing the news and looking up “Aaron Bushnell.” I was desperately looking to see that Aaron somehow survived. Ross and I watched the blurred video of Aaron self-immolating. We were in shock and didn’t realize the impact it would later have on us. We heard Aaron's screams for justice and his final scream of pure agonizing pain.

The last time I refreshed this day, I saw that Aaron had passed away, with no friends or family present.

The next day, the shock wore off a little. I was sad, but didn't understand how sad this would make me. Ross and I went to Aaron’s friends apartment and explained to him that Aaron had passed away. This man, presumable about 60 or 70 years old, was a little surprising to me at first. But, by talking to him, it made sense. He was kind, and gentle. Just like Aaron. And he really, really, loved dogs and cats.

A couple days later, the fire alarm went off at work. It brought me back to seeing the video of Aaron, and filled my body with pure panic. Ross and I know to warn each other of scenes in shows with fire, knowing it will still bring our minds straight back to that video.

The next few weeks were hard. I talked to Aaron’s friends and tried to process the situation with them as much as possible. They told me about Aaron's love for rootbeer, video games, activism, and cats. They told me about Aaron’s backstory. It felt like something I was never supposed to know about Aaron. It was everything Aaron hated about his life. It was everything Aaron was trying to forget.

I became friends with Aaron's aunt and would call her for hours trying to process everything.

I began knowing more about Aaron in two weeks than I had learned in the past 5 months of being his neighbor.

I felt closer to him, I felt like a better friend to him. I had frequent thoughts of how I would bond with Aaron more with this newfound information. And then I would remember that he was gone.

I would see all the new stories about Aaron being mentally ill, or crazy. I would have people ask me if he was. I would try to explain that Aaron was just, good. That’s how I have and will always see him. I could tell that they heard me, but didn’t believe me. Everyone wanted this crazy story about how Aaron was psychotic. No one wanted to hear that he was the kindest person I knew.

I saw Aaron’s mailbox fill up with letters. I would pick up his flowers and rootbeer I left out on his doorstep every morning when the wind blew them down.

I would imagine Aaron saying hello and chatting to me when I let my dogs out.

I believed I would see Aaron again, until about a month after his passing, when the airforce knocked on my door.

They told me they were clearing out his apartment, and asked me if I would like to take any of Pumpkin’s supplies. I spoke to Aaron’s mom to confirm with her what I was taking. I felt guilty talking to her, as I knew Aaron would not have liked me too. I asked her if I could take one of Aaron’s shirts, so Pumpkin could have his scent. She agreed. I looked through a pile of Aaron’s shirts, and picked a red pullover I had saw him wear before. It smelled like him.

Seeing his apartment cleared out solidified in my mind Aaron was completely gone. They took away the flowers I left for him. I no longer saw the mailman delivering mail to him.

Pumpkin was the only thing left I had to hold on to the memory of Aaron. I can not express enough my gratitude towards Aaron for leaving him with me. Aaron stated in his will that his biggest regret was leaving Pumpkin. I am so fortunate that Aaron saw me the same way I saw him, and trusted me with his beloved cat.

This is all to say, the stories you read online never reflect reality. See the good in others before having your preconceived notions. Aaron always did.

To Aaron:

Hi friend.

I miss you. I love you. I hope you are doing well out there. I hope you know we are all managing down here. I hope you know we all still think of you.

Pumpkin is doing well. I took him to get his surgery. He did incredible. I wonder if he slept on your pillow every night. I wonder if he woke you up by head-butting you every morning. He stares at the wall we shared. I wonder if he knows that’s where he lived with you. I bought the same treats you used to buy him, which he goes crazy for. He still loves to sleep in the bed you bought him. He is truly, my biggest blessing. I hope you see how much love I give him for you.

I miss you, Aaron. I will always say your name with love and respect. I will always remember you as good.

With love,

Your friend,

Erin."

[shelbystales]

Best Aid - Part Four

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing, cardiac arrest

A/N: I got carried away with medical stuff... sorry. Hope you guys like it? I am not a doctor, but i am a vet, so... i sort of know a few things but i don't know how accurate they are when we take it to human medicine. Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much. Tell me if you ant me to tone down the medical stuff.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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The next night you were ready to start your shift again. You spent your entire day on a call with your insurance, trying to get some support. After a few frustrating hours all they said was “we are working on it”. 

Working on it my ass. Theses people never want to be helpful.  

You threw your bag on your locker and sat down on the long bench in the locker room. 

“you ok?” Jeremy asked suspiciously

“yeah, just had a frustrating morning. spent almost four hours of my free time talking to my insurance, to get no fucking where” you answered taking your clothes off and putting your navy blue scrubs. 

“At least you got a fuck last night?” he asked animated while he did the same, but his scrubs were light gray, as all the other nurses. 

“i wish” you sighed

“what? what happened, i thought i did a pretty good job as a cupid” he smirked checking himself on the mirror 

“yea… don’t fucking throw me under the bus again. We are supposed to be a team” you scolded him

“we are. you needed a little push! What did you do to scare the man off?” 

“Nothing! Mom needed me” you answered and he nodded “we did share a kiss though…”

he dropped his mouth and made a squeaky noise you didn't know humans were capable of. 

“What! Why didn't you lead with that?!” he said excitedly, “tell me everything. Now.”

You were early. your shift was suppose to start in 30 minutes, so you had time to tell him what happened last night. he seemed more excited than you about it. 

“Was the kiss good?” he asked 

“so fucking god” you daydreamed

“Did you text him after you kicked him off your house?” 

“I didn't kick him off. I had to be with my mom!” you answered annoyed

“Potato, potato. Did you?”

“yes, told him i was home”

“Did he text you back?” he asked excited, waiting like a dog would for a bone

“no… Dead silence from him” you said and the glow on his eyes slowly faded away. 

“If he ghosts you I swear to god…” he stopped talking as he was thinking “i would do nothing. Sorry girl, I Wouldn’t cross him” 

“thanks. nice to know i have your support” you mocked standing up

“Oh, my support you have. always… but not a bodyguard though…” he followed you 

To be honest, you felt a little anxious about it all. A little paranoid even. After what he told you last night… was someone out to get you? And to be honest why wouldn’t he just text you back? That's not a nice thing to do. Has he never heard of emotional responsibility? maybe he is busy… too busy to text “good stay safe” ? bullshit that takes five seconds

You focused on your shift, but it was all slow for now. The hospital was still a bit hectic. after the bomb the hospital gas line was damaged and a wing had to be interdicted. Due to that, the ambulences were taking pacients to other hospitals.

Currently there are three patients in the emergency room. One broke his pulse after skating, the other two had stomach bugs. Mostly tonight is being based on small emergencies, people are coming in, getting fixed and going home. After doing your rounds and checking on everyone, you told Jeremy and Lauren you would go to the break room and study a bit. 

Walking inside you got distracted by your phone and decided to text your brother to see how your mom was doing. 

“hey, big bro. How is mom?” 

not a few minutes later he texted back

“She is ok. keeps forgetting why her hand has a curative”

“good. i have the weekend off, i can be with her” 

“I think she would like that” 

“I will see if the insurance gets me a car or money to get a new one. If things work out I will pick her up. If they don't, can you drop her off?” 

“sure sis. Are they going to cover anything?”

“I am not sure. i feel like they’re stalling” 

“Shit. they are sharks, they don’t care. Want any help?” you smiled, he always wants to take care of you. 

“No, thanks. i can sort it out”

“okay. see you saturday”

“see ya”

After the last text, you opened your instagram to kill time. Avoiding the book in front of you. The urge to look for Tommy was strong, and you got frustrated when you saw his account was private.

“Shit” you whispered.

Turning off your phone, you opened the book on medical trauma you had just bought. The thing they don’t tell you in med school is that after you graduate and you go through residency, you think the study is past behind… but you’re wrong. We constantly have to keep studying. To keep learning the best ways to save a life. 

Midway through the first chapter you heard commotion outside and a few seconds later you heard the feared code.

 “CODE BLUE” a nurse yelled over and over

You threw everything that was on your hand on the table, including your phone and ran. 

As you arrived, you saw an elder man laying on one of the beds in the emergency room. 

“His name is Patrick, he just came in after feeling a burning sensation on his chest. Arrived conscious but collapsed right after” Jeremy announced as soon as you arrived. Lauren, the older nurse, was assisting the resident on duty to intubate the man.  

Looking around you saw all the hands available and smiled. A good thing about calm shifts is that you have a lot of people ready to assist. There was a resident wearing the light blue scrubs of the residents, but you couldn't remember her name. Besides her, there were five other nurses, you didn’t remember most of their names either… but again, you were new and the people on shifts usually changed a lot. The only ones who were always with you were Jeremy and Lauren. You looked quickly on their scrubs, trying to read the names embroidered on their shirts as you spoke to them.

“Ok guys, let's start the first round of reanimation. Let’s hope we can bring Patrick back as fast as possible” you said calmly, partially climbing on the bed and starting chest massage. In stressing moments like this, it’s important to maintain yourself calm. You’re the doctor, the one that everyone will listen to, freak out and everyone does as well.

“All good Lauren?” you asked and she nodded confirming that the intubation was done and she was in charge of venting “good job, Rebecca” you praised the resident, learning her name five seconds ago. She gave you a confident smile. Residents are usually crushed everyday all day, a gentle word goes a long way some times.

“What is his weight?” You asked

“96 quilos” Jeremy said 

“push 9.6 ml of adrenaline” you said “keep three syringes ready. Time it”. Jeremy nodded as he administered the drug. The resuscitation dose was slightly higher than the normal dose. The good thing about always having the same team is that you usually know how each one worked and the synchrony was natural.

Usually we do reanimation rounds that last 3 minutes each. Assessing the response of the patient after every administration. 

“Adrenaline in. Timer starting” Jeremy informed

“Where's the defibrillation cart?!!” you yelled annoyed because no one had got it yet. A nurse ran to get it as you continued the chest compressions.  

You stopped with the compressions to quickly look at the monitor. He still had no rhythm, but his saturation was good, meaning he was getting enough oxygen. You saw a little atrial rhythm on the monitor, which meant he probably could get shocked, and that made you excited. But you could be wrong, you’re not a cardiologist.

“Who 's next?” you asked, feeling your arm cramping. The resident quickly walked to your side and took over the chest massage when you stopped.

You stretched your arms a little while you looked at Jeremy's phone. 2 minutes and 17 seconds had passed. Usually it takes a few minutes, but it could take hours . 

The nurse came back with the reanimation cart and you told the resident to stop while you put the defibrillation pads on the patient chest. The defibrillation machine at the hospital was one of the best on the market and it checked the rhythm by itself and informed if the patient could be shocked.

The machine soon started to talk with its robotic voice “assessing heart rythym” as we wait, no compressions can be done, so the machine has to work quickly. Unfortunately a few seconds later it said “non shockable rhythm. Proceed with chest compression”

People are misled by all those hospital tv shows and think you only have to get the defibrillator and yell ‘clear’ and done, the patient is saved... but that's usually not true. Sometimes it's not possible to use it, and it’s frustrating. The defibrillator is not magical, but it usually works well. To be able to use it you need a certain vibration from the heart, either a ventricular fibrillation or ventricular tachycardia. Basically the machine stops the heart from beating, as a sort of “rebooting” system, hoping to get the heart beating properly again, that's why you need to be certain about the vibration so that it can be successfully rebooted.

“Okay, it’s not shockable. Let's continue compressions and hope that changes. We continue with protocol, we finish five rounds and we try the machine again. Let’s start a new round” you ordered around and Jeremy nodded pushing adrenaline again. 

Next round you were up on compressions again. Checking the monitor before starting you saw a few signs that you could probably use other drugs to help.

“Lets also add a dose of atropine Jeremy”, atropine is great, but if used in cases that are asystolic rhythm it could kill.

After two more rounds you tried the defibrillation machine again and this time it said “shockable rhythm. Charging”. You continued the chest massage while it charged, feeling a bit more hopeful. “charging complete. step aside. shock in five seconds” and it began the countdown. 

We watched the shock and the response on the monitor. 

“No pulse” Rebecca said

You sighed “starting new round” and another nurse took over the chest massage

No one tells you how exhausting it is to go through all these procedures. Emotionally and physically. But you tried everything to bring this man back. They tell you not to, but you always imagine who’s is waiting for them at home, who would miss him if he’s gone.

You looked around and saw through the glass door that separated the ER from the front desk an elder woman crying as she hugged a man in a suit, both looking your way. Looking closer you realized it was Tommy. you frowned and gave your attention back to the man whose life you were trying to save.

You don't know who thought it would be a good idea to have a glass door there.

“Someone take the family outside, we don't need to take care of another heart attack” you said and a nurse ran outside. 

You looked over his file, trying to get some extra information that could be helpful. You found nothing.

You took the reanimation paper from Lauren, since she was on vent duty, she was also responsible for writing what was done on every round. 

5 rounds done, one shock and now more 4 rounds. “Next dose of epinephrine we substitute with vasopressin” You told Jeremy and he nodded. Sometimes we do that to improve de arterial pressure because that medicine causes de vases to compress and by consequence, the arterial pressure goes up.

After doing two more rounds you put the machine to work and readjusted the shock to a higher dose. The machine started counting down again and after the shock we finally had a pulse. Rebecca and the nurses cheered and you sighed relieved. 

“Let’s start post resuscitation care” you said and everyone started walking around and doing their part.

“Good job” Jeremy whispered on your shoulder.

Once his heartbeat was stable you walked outside and looked for the woman you saw earlier. She was sitting on a bench outside with the nurse that left earlier. She was giving her water and calming the lady down. Tommy was next to them, he was having a smoke.

when she saw you, you could see the desperation on her eyes 

“Oh please tell me my patrick is ok” she cried

You smiled “what’s your name?” 

“Catherine” she answered holding the tears

“Okay, Catherine, your husband is recovering. We were able to bring him back” you smiled as she soundly breathed in and out, clearly relieved

“Thank god!” She said relieved, hand on top of her chest

“We will keep him overnight to take proper care of him, ok?” you said after you crunched in front of her feeling your legs hurt as you did. You just needed to put them up and get a long nap. She nodded and you continued “we will do some tests, to check his heart, to try and understand why this happened. ok?” she nodded again. you were talking slowly and calmly, trying your best to give her comfort and not scare her more “tomorrow a cardiologist will talk to him and he will get the best care. Now he is still asleep, and he can take some time to recover. I know it’s hard but could you tell me what happened right before he felt ill?” she nodded and started talking, like every good grandma she told you every detail. What you hoped to be a 5 minutes story became a 20 minutes one. Nothing very useful came from it, all you learned was that it probably was due to a random heart attack, not stress related and not labored related.

After she was done you took her to her husband and surprisingly, he was awake but still a little confused. A normal state after resuscitation. You told her it would take him some time to be properly conscious and she nodded

“Thank you so much, dear” she hugged you “thank you for saving my Patrick’s life”

“You are very welcome. Would you want us to call anyone?” You asked, worried for her

“Already did, sweetie. My children will be here shortly” she informed you, then she sat on the chair next to him and took a crochet project from her bag and started to crochet. 

Adorable.

Walking outside, you decided to face the man who’s face you wanted to kiss and slap at the same time.

 “What are you doing here?” You asked Tommy going back outside

“Came to see you” he said with half a smile

“Oh really?” you raised your eyebrow “just like that? out of the blue”

“Want me to leave?” he asked frowning as he threw the cigarette he was smoking on the floor and stepped on it. 

“Do you really want to know the answer?” 

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, frowning harder

“I don't know, am I?” you asked

“Clearly. What did I do wrong?” he asked 

You breathed deeply and looked up at the starly sky.

“Nothing. It 's stupid. I am just tired… i’m sorry” you said breathing deeply

“eh, I saw you in there. You were impressive. Sexy…” he said, his hand reaching your forearm and his thumb lightly caressing it. 

“What are you doing here, Thomas ?” you asked again, this time allowing your voice tone to show your tiredness. 

“You’re not enough reason?” he asked one of his brows slightly raised and you denied 

“I don’t believe it” you admitted

“Alright. Since you’re my doctor, I think I should be honest. I had a lightly vertigo today. And, I also wanted to see you. So, I am getting two things done at the same time” he said with pride and you frowned

“What were you doing? I told you to rest” you asked

“Yeah, and I told you. I’ll rest when I'm dead…” he said, picking at the bridge of his nose as he broke contact with your skin. 

“If you keep up, it will be faster than you expect” you said

“Optimistic, good” he mocked

“Since it’s an easy night, why don’t you come in and let me take a look at what is going on inside that head of yours” you said and he smiled

“You wouldn’t like to know” he said and came a step closer to you and whispered in your ear “unless you're ok with public sex” 

You slapped his chest lightly pushing him and his smug smile away from you.

“You’re clearly deranged” you said and walked inside the hospital

“I am, please fix me doc” he said ironically, making you roll your eyes and chuckle

Before taking him to CT, to have a headscan you checked his reflexes and stitches, everything looked ok.

“What is he doing here?” Jeremy asked when you went to the computer in the small reception inside the trauma center to apply Tommy to the CT scan. 

“He had vertigo today” you answered

“Vertigo? You told him that he could have some dizziness, right? Signs of light concussion?” he asked

“Yes, i did” you answered

“Oh, I see. he came for you” Jeremy said surprised “but why are you going with it? Just send him home, you’ll find nothing on CT… unless… you want him here” he smiled mischievously.

“Fuck off, i’m not in a good mood” you said and he raised his arms as if he had a gun pointed at him

“You know what's a good thing to improve a bad mood?” he asked with a smile and you looked at him “sex” he mouthed it dramatically

“That’s it, you’re fired” you said and he laughed. 

“You wish” he smiled and walked away.

You walked back to Tommy and told him he was next and led him to the room where the machine was. 

“Lay down” you said as he sat on the bed that rolled into the big donut “you will hear a loud noise and -”

“I know the drill, i remember” he interrupted you 

“Ok, then lay down, please” 

“Are there any cameras here?” he asked and you frowned

“I don’t know and stop it. I am not having sex with you” you said

“Why not? I’ll take good care of you” he reached for you but you stepped back

“Is that all you want? Am I risking my fucking life by staying close to you just because you want to fuck me?” You asked bluntly

“No, your life is at risk because you saved mine. Sex won’t change anything” he said naturally, as if the words that left his lips were normal to him.

“Why didn’t you text me?” you blurted out

“Oh, so that's what this is all about?” he chuckled 

“Yeah, it’s stupid. I know, but at the same time it isn't! And can you blame me? You ask if I am up in the middle of the night. You come to my place, tell me my car was bombed on purpose and that people around you are dying, then i let my gard down because I am fucking terrified! We fucking kiss and god knows what we would have done if my brother hadn’t called me when he did. All i expected was a short message, something to show the you didn’t just want to fuck me. Would you have texted me if we did? Would you be here if we did? Will i fucking die?!” you let it all out 

As you talked you could see his expression change, from “we are just having fun” to “this is serious talk”.

he clicked his tongue and left his mouth half open as if he was thinking

“I will you do my best so that doesn’t happen” he said after swallowing harshly

“Will that be enough?” you asked and he shrugged

“How can I know? I hope so” he said 

“Great. Thanks… You seem like a very hopeful guy” you said mockingly

“Y/n, I didn’t think I needed to text anything” he admitted

Of course he didn’t. He’s a player and he doesn’t care. And that’s fine, you hardly know him but it’s a sign, he’s not showing interest. He could’ve asked how your mom was doing. How you were doing. But no. Not even a thumbs up emoji after you told him you were home.

You turned off the machine. “There's no need for this exam. You’re fine. Free to go. And do me a favor, Thomas… Stay away. I don’t need this crap”

He stayed motionless as you walked outside.

what a fucking great day, you thought

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Hello 👋 I am the anon who asked about the barrister au.

I must know more if you're willing! 🤗

What was the night like when Francis asked James for help with Neptune? Was that the night they became "friends" with each other?

Also, in the fic, James got very sick. How long did he remain sick, and did Francis take care of him the whole time? Did he make him soup? That would be so cute!

Would love to hear about the conspiring against the rave neighbor, that sounds great

And lastly for this ask, when do they kiss for the first time ? Fake boyfriends and misunderstandings? Or something more intentional ?

Thanks again for answering!

BOOp 🐾

BOOPS YOU RIGHT BACK 🐾 Anon I'm thrilled by how much you like this au and the way you continue to indulge me 🥰 I just got out of the office (at 11.45pm!) and this ask is like a balm for my tired soul.

I'm hoping to actually right about the great fitzier scheme against rave throwing penthouse neighbour this weekend and I will pull the wait and see card re the first kiss (because I have PLANS) but let me talk about the other two, starting with Neptune:

First off I must say that these two are so stubborn and stupid they won't acknowledge the fact that they are friends until some time after the inadvisable sex.

But the night Neptune gets sick, it's very late, Francis has had too much to drink such that he can't quite plan how to call an uber let alone find where the nearest vet is.

He does not like James (at all, not even a little bit) but his dog is sick and James is the only person he can go to at that hour, so he does. James also has a car (Francis makes fun of him for being the only person who drives in London) which in an emergency is a real plus.

James cannot stand Francis either, BUT for one he still owes Francis from all those years ago, and even if he didn't — and even if he will not admit this to himself — he wouldn't turn down anyone who showed up at his door at that door looking so distraught.

So he finds an emergency vet hospital with good reviews and drives Francis and poor Neptune there. Neptune idk ate some plastic or what not and needs emergency surgery.

Francis is distraught—and drunk. It's truly unbecoming. And yet...for the reasons listed above, James finds himself distracting him, probably by miring him in an argument about case law or a past ruling until he no longer seems to be on the very edge of a panic attack.

And the thing is. Those two can talk for hours. When they sit down and stop hissing and growling at one another — which only happened once before, when James was going thru the horrors in that coffeeshop — conversation flows between them seemingly without bound. They challenge each other and often disagree but it never once gets boring.

Ultimately Neptune makes it and is fine. You would think this experience would bring them closer but James is kind of a dick about it, Francis is too ashamed of himself, and when James sees his chance to instigate that bar fight, he does not even blink. So it leaves them worse off than where they started lol 😆

Re James being sick, one part of me did want him to have to be taken to the A&E but we shall save the hospital h/c for a little later heh. The paracetamol works and he is fine by the morning. He finds Francis asleep on his sofa and has no feelings at all about this.

It's also very important to me in this verse that James is scary good at cooking and baking whereas Francis can barely fry eggs without burning them — so any soup Francis made for him, James would probably consider to be nuclear waste lol �� I really want Francis to get a cold at some point though and James to extend his hand dangling a bag with a tupperware of soup inside as far away from his body as possible at the door while holding a handkerchief to his face because he does not want Francis’s germs, thank you very much 😆 (but their walls are too thin and Francis has a sneeze that's loud enough to wake the dead, anyone would take pity!)

[mod2amaryllis]

I'm waiting for this migraine to die so I'm gonna tell you guys about Marshall, the dog who made me quit. read on if you wanna learn about extended quarantine and why this job sucks sometimes and other times is the most rewarding thing on the planet, often for the same reasons lmao.

in 2021, the weight of covid was kinda crashing down. i heard this was the case for a lot of health workers. we switched into emergency mode throughout 2020 and powered through, then the rest of the world decided to try and "get back to normal" a year later, giving no regard to the people who'd been working like a speeding train with the brakes off all that time. i was losing it!!! add a few more hay bales to my back when we hired a new doc who was the most demanding dude I'd ever met (still is, but we've come to some understanding lol) and who decided to run me as ragged as possible the first day he was left to his own devices.

that was the day Marshall came in.

i didn't talk about this back then because the outcome of the case was uncertain and the details so specific, but here's the run down knowing that 2 years later, Marshall is living his best life. when he was a baby, too young to have received a rabies vaccine, his owners found a rabies positive bat in the house. the state vet will always recommend euthanasia in these situations, OR, if you can somehow find and afford the option, a 6 month quarantine. this was such a tragic situation the owners were willing to try to save him. my clinic happens to have a decent isolation ward that's rarely in use; we use it for infectious patients like parvo puppies, uri's that have to be hospitalized, etc. so my boss agreed to take him for those 6 months. but the owners' caveat was that if he wasn't mentally adjusting to isolation after a couple weeks, they would euthanize so as not to put him through it and leave him with lifelong behavior issues.

that day, when animal control brought Marshall in the middle of an insane rush, we were short staffed and already at the end of our ropes with this new doc. i was the only qualified person who could talk to the officer. i was the only person who could take him back to isolation. the act of putting a 12 week old puppy in a 4 x 4 run where i knew he would either spend 6 months untouched, or never see the outside again, broke me. last straw.

i was a mess, for the rest of that day and the rest of that weekend having to go in and take care of him, when it was too early for him to adjust so i was sure he wouldn't make it. I'd come home sobbing. eventually jose was just like, "this isn't worth it any more," and i sent in a two weeks notice. i'd come close to doing so many times in the previous 6 years but never pulled the trigger. it took a total meltdown. my managers responded with regret, but understanding.

i wish i could've just felt free and done with it but for those two weeks i was just uncertain. this job is so complicated. the benefits for my pets are enormous; it's my main social network; it's income; I'm good at it and it gives me purpose. it's just also hell on earth! with no pressure from anyone else one way or the other, by the end of two weeks I'd decided to instead try going part time. that's where I'm at 2 years later so guess it worked lol.

but! there was still Marshall. shortly after we took him, we also happened to get a call for the same situation on 2 cats, and decided to take them as well. 3 animals on a 6 month quarantine. very new and daunting for all of us.

that first weekend was hard, but slowly, Marshall figured things out. it was the least ideal situation imaginable and i was at rock bottom and so was he, but i had this moment of like.....ok. if he wants to make this work, I'm gonna do as right by him as possible. and of course all us techs were helping him (one of my road dog coworkers always opened so i referred to her as his "morning mom") but i in particular took a special interest in training and enrichment. it became a passion. i was working less, but i volunteered extra weekends so i could see him more.

he was so young he hadn't even done much basic command training, and the fact that i couldn't touch him at all was a challenge. i started with a clicker to signal I'd rolled a treat into his run, since i couldn't give it to him directly. over those months we went through the basics: sit, down, paw, touch, using a back scratcher for a hand. part of the worry was him getting enough exercise; we noticed that when he'd get agitated, he'd jump on the bars non stop. i was like hmm that might be our only option, so i made "up" a command. i'd basically run burpies for exercise, up-sit-down-sit-up. he was a fast learner, very attentive. seeing him keep his wits about him like that was straight up thrilling. he even "potty trained" himself, barking like crazy whenever he'd go to the bathroom so we'd know right away he needed the run cleaned.

in the ward, there are 2 runs and 3 kennels. i trained Marshall to go back and forth between runs so we could clean. we'd have his food waiting for him in the next run over so he could eat while we'd clean; at the midday switch, he'd have a doggie popsicle. he was such a smart dog i knew toys and treats alone weren't cutting it for enrichment, and i couldn't constantly train him when i still had to be doing the rest of my job.

i started having everyone save every single box and paper-packaging that came in. i'd unfold some boxes for "bedding," so he'd at least have something between him and the concrete (he'd chew and eat any blanket we tried giving him). the rest, i turned into puzzles. i put treats inside and closed them up. put big boxes on their side in his run so he could go in and out. crumpled up paper-packaging with treats mixed in for him to dig through. every day i'd turn one run into a box-toy paradise, let him in, clean the other, and by the time i was checking back in on him he was snoozing in a pile of destruction. success. when other techs wouldn't go to the same lengths, i'd stay late pre-making his boxes and telling people to just throw them in dammit. i also queued several ambient sound playlists, birdsong cityscapes etc, to play on the weekend days when he was alone for long periods.

the months went by like this. i learned more about training, enrichment, and most specifically quarantine than i ever had outside of my experiences with my own puppies. we fell into a routine. we straight up loved each other, he was part of my life. he'd been this horrible trigger and pretty much doubled my workload, but he got to live.

then there were the cats! they were a little easier than Marsh just because they were already adults so didn't have all this energy to wrangle. for them, daily cleaning of course, taking turns going into the 1 empty kennel where i'd have treats, catnip, and other "new" smells waiting for them. for enrichment i focused on reconfiguration. every 2-3 days i'd rearrange things in their kennels, with the big pieces being a litter box, a bed, and an upright sturdy box (so they could either be in it or on top of it, giving them one upper level). it was habitat tetris. we'd play with strings and use the back scratcher for pets. then about every week, i'd switch their kennels to slightly change their view AND traded beds to mingle scents. they were from the same household and we were worried there'd be difficulty re-bonding after not being in direct contact for so long. they also did very well by the end of 6 months aside from gaining a lot of weight (oops). i learned just as much from them, and would love to help anyone else who might struggle with needing to quarantine pets.

i've seen people posting for help about similar situations and just wanna scream from the rooftops: the beginning is very daunting and hopeless, but animals aren't like us!!!!!! they do the best with what they got!!!!! if you work hard and keep them clean and develop a routine it'll all work out!!!!! Marshall walked out of there at 6 months a normal happy puppy in desperate need of a haircut.

it's interesting because i've never interacted much with his owners. i don't think they know i'm the one who kept him from losing his mind in there, even though everyone else at the clinic does, and i'm weirdly ok with that. the other day he came in cuz the dummy ate a bunch of meds he wasn't supposed to; the doc brought him to the back and instantly, Marshall rushed right for me. he still remembers me in a good way. there's still love. it's like...one of the few patient relationships i've had that feels truly deeply personal. in retrospect i think he had a bigger hand in healing my relationship with this career and animals in general than i realized at the time.

so thanks for making me quit Marshall. i feel a lot better now.

(i don't have any pics of him from that time (tragic ssd card accident) but he was an overgrown doodle puppy so he looked like this.)

[maisietheyellowlab]

Maisie's recovery update:

Regarding the bladder surgery, she's recovering really well. Stitches healed nicely. We still have to do an ultrasound somewhat soon to see how things are healing on the inside, and that's mostly it.

HOWEVER, there of course had to be other complications. She first got a somewhat bad ear infection that is now under control, and then when the ears seemed to be doing better, she started throwing up.

She was throwing up every 30 min - 2 hours Friday night - Sunday morning, so we went to the emergency vet on Sunday asap.

She got an IV, antibiotic, glucose, and anti nausea meds, so she stopped throwing up, but she was still very obviously sick and nauseous. Refused food (and still mostly is) and barely moved. I have never seen her in such a horrible state tbh, it was and kinda still is pretty scary. She's feeling a tiny bit better today, licked some PB, and had a tiny piece of salami, so she's starting to get her appetite back. Fortunately she has't been refusing water for long, so at the very least she'll take some sips out of my hands.

Going to the vet today again for a check up. Hopefully, she keeps improving and that will be the end of it.

Oh, the general diagnosis is gastritis and it most likely happened bc her urinary vet diet food was irritating her stomach a little bit (she's been eating grass more often ever since she was put on this food, but it's the best one so far for her) + she gulped down a dog ice cream in basically one bite on Thursday, so that was probably the last straw for her.

Moral of the story, do Not let your dogs eat ice cream quickly, I guess.

Well, the vet said it could also be a stomach flu-like virus, but the ice cream sure didn't help.

Soo yeah, the past week has been a Ride.

[sagescented]

Yesterday was rough on us. I didn't wind up going to Yom Kippur service because I couldn't handle it emotionally. I wound up walking around all day very distinctly aware of the fact that Whisper wasn't under my feet; wasn't here to nanny me anymore. My Husband said he kept feeling bad about not taking her out (to use the restroom) only to remember she's gone.

I keep feeling horrible about it. Like I should've caught some kind of sign because she was here with me all day, every day; I should've noticed something at some point. Literally anything at all.

But I have to keep reminding myself that I couldn't've, because she literally didn't show any signs; she never stopped eating, or playing, or using the restroom, or anything else; never showed any signs of pain- no tenderness to touch, no wall-eying, no smiling, no hard panting (unless it was after play), nada. The whole time she just carried on like usual, her same happy, peppy, perky self as always.

But the second she did ... The second we realized it wasn't a mood (when she didn't get excited about a bath, or a treat), or something that was just going to pass (she didn't greet my Husband, and then still wasn't active by the same time the next day) ... The second she started actively showing signs of pain (the wall-eying, head-backs, and hard panting, etc)? We did. We didn't just sit around and wait. We were not only proactive about figuring out the problem and the solution while we had her at home, we took her to the Emergency Vet the second we realized it was a health problem.

We did everything right. It's just the downside of the inability to communicate verbally with our pets, that it happened to've been too late to do anything to save her because of the nature of her illness. And there's nothing you can really do about that unless we somehow miraculously learn how to speak to Dogs the same way we can speak to each other.

And yet I still feel like I should've caught something before then, and it's the worst feeling on the planet.

[goodgrammaritan]

I started this draft literally 4 years ago. It's not done, but it's got some good memories and photos.

Gratitude Journal

Here it is, a long post about my glorious pets. There are four so strap in.

Freya

She was our first dog. We adopted her shortly after we got married, over Memorial Day weekend in 2013. At the time we lived in a condo with an HOA, and the size limit for dogs was 15 pounds (we thought it was 20). The rescue told us Freya was unlikely to get bigger than 20 pounds, so we put in our application and then drove the four hours to San Antonio to go pick her up (adoption photo below).

It was a rainy day. We met the fosterer at a playground and signed the papers there. Freya was ours. We spent the drive back feeding her chicken treats and living with her subsequent farts. She was fearful, shy, and wouldn't poop for love or money at any of the rest stops (photo of her size at the time we adopted her).

We took her to our local vet and discovered that despite the rescuers' weight estimate, she was already 30 pounds. Because of this we snuck her out through the iron fence at the back of the condo property. There was one opening between the bars that was slightly wider than the others, and we used this for all walks and waste.

After a month, we got a letter from the HOA stating we were in violation of the rules, and we either had to get rid of the dog or plead our case to the leaders of the HOA. Obviously we weren't going to get rid of her, so, armed with a letter from my psychiatrist touting the benefits of pet ownership for those with depression, and my husband in uniform, we went to the meeting.

It was nerve-racking. They asked us why we didn't get a smaller dog, and we told them we were told the dog wouldn't get above 20 pounds, so we weren't knowingly breaking the rules. They said if emotional support animal were so great, how about I got a smaller one instead of this one?

In the end, nothing was verbally decided, and we continued to be as discreet as possible with our oversized dog until November 2015 when we thankfully moved to a house with no weight limits.

Freya is a calm dog. She (mostly) obeys commands, hates storms, and gets startled by her own squeaky farts. She's not really a cuddler in that she'll never initiate it, but she loves a good belly rub. And there was one night I was down in the depths and feeling the urge for self-harm, and this non-cuddly dog let me lie down on her bed and spoon with her, and with her help I restrained myself.

She's 8 now, but still very active. Her youthful vigor seemed to have been restored with the addition of her dog brother Soko (more on him later). And she's 60 pounds.

2024 addition:

When Freya was 9, she had 3 valves in her liver fail and a mass form. She spent 5 nights at the emergency vet, on a million meds, an IV in each leg. She was scheduled for surgery, but the morning of, the doctors called us and said that the course of meds had shrunk the mass and she could come home. We had said goodbye the previous night, just in case, but it was a literal miracle. We made a spreadsheet for the times and amounts of the ten medications they sent us home with, some needing to be taken on an empty stomach, some food, some not within an hour of another med... But she recovered. And remained active. And we got three more years with her.

Freya was 11 years and 9 months old when we had to put her down.

She was having trouble standing and walking and we thought it was joint pain, but then she had a seizure on the Fourth of July (just SO Freya, having an emergency when everything is closed), so we took her to the vet the next day. Had to carry her into the exam room, and they wheeled her back out to the car on a cart. It was neurological, they said, and either a tumor, stroke, or epilepsy. They gave us some meds and told us if it wasn't serious, we should see improvement within a day.

She didn't improve. We could tell she was struggling. She hadn't pooped in 3 days because she couldn't get outside. (How unnecessarily considerate of her not to mess on the rug, again, SO Freya.) So we took her in yesterday and they put her to sleep. The vets were very kind.

Old pic:

Pics from last week:

Pic from yesterday:

2024: The rest of this I wrote four years ago. No energy to expand.

Ikki

The summer of 2015 the parking lots of our condo complex were seemingly overrun with feral cats. I would spend some evenings sitting on the curb outside with an open can of tuna, feeding those who were brave enough to approach. I informally named them, all with character names from Avatar: The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra. The bold one was Beifong, a shyer one Jinora, etc.

One night after sneaking in through the back fence after a walk with Freya, we heard a persistent, relentless meowing. Noah and I couldn’t determine the source, but Freya located a tiny kitten under one of the cars. We hurried to get tuna and we fed the little thing.

Every day after work I fed the kitten. We got cheap cat food to replace the tuna. She usually hid under a car across the drive from our condo. I’d go upstairs, get the food, come back down and cross back over to her.

Shortly before Labor Day weekend, our plans for buying a house fell through. We were deeply disappointed—we’d been planning to move over the long weekend, but now we were staying in the condo, not moving to a bigger place, and were altogether pretty bummed. Feeding this kitten was the only bright point.

On the Friday before the holiday weekend I got off work early. When I arrived home I saw that the kitten was in her usual spot, so I raced upstairs to get her food. When I opened the front door, I saw that she had crossed the drive and mounted the stairs to our front porch for the first time.

Using a toy that Freya had never cared about, I lured the kitten into our house. It took hardly any time at all. We fed her, and we were surprised at how little fear she showed towards us. Noah said, “Well, I guess we have a cat now,” and we got better food and a litter box and all of the accoutrements needed for a new cat. Had we been moving like we planned, this would not have happened.

It rained torrentially that weekend, and we were extra glad we’d rescued the kitten. She likely would have drowned during the storms.

The next weekend, after a week of getting solid meals into this cat, she still weighed only 3.2 pounds. The vet put her at about 9 weeks old. Aside from being underfed and having a mild case of fleas, our kitten was healthy. We named her Ikki because, like the character, she was tiny and loud.

In her kittenhood Ikki loved Freya. She would curl up with Freya, nap with her, and groom her. Freya in turn was fine with the new addition to the household.

Ikki is still tiny (barely 10 pounds) and loud. She whines when we walk near her, when the other animals approach her, and when she comes in the pet door. She’s extremely talkative.

She’s also a hunter. She’s brought down a few birds and snakes, one frog, and notably, she once brought a bat into the house (we rescued it from her and it flew off just fine).

She loves being pet and seeks us out for snuggles. She enjoys having her fur brushed. She likes to be held like an infant, her purrs immediate and audible.

Bumi

He

Soko

He

(sometime in 2020 and 7/7/24)

[soldiermom1973]

TW: pet death. Under the cut

I had to say goodbye to my cat this morning. Her kidneys were failing again and I just couldn't afford the treatment. This happened last year and I spent over $3000 to save her. The vets had no idea what was wrong. Could be a once and done, they said. Could be she was dealt a shit hand and has shit kidneys and it'll happen again. They just didn't know.

I got home from work last night and she was just... Weird. Didn't curl up on my chest like she usually does. Didn't lay next to me when I went to bed. I got up about 615 to her throwing up. But the time I got to her, she was eating it. And then she just laid down. Didn't move when I stepped near. So I called the emergency vet that took care of her before. Woke my son up because I just knew I wouldn't be bringing her home and I'd need someone to drive.

Her levels were so high they were literally off the chart and couldn't be read. Just like last time. I broke down, explained I couldn't afford the treatment, that I'd have to put her to sleep. On the one hand, I HATE that it was a financial decision. On the other, I don't know how much pain she was in last time. She was at the vet for a week, then it was many more weeks of subcutaneous IV. I'm sure she didn't enjoy any of that. So while the knee jerk was financial, maybe I saved her some suffering...? I just hope she knows how much I loved her.

I got a nice urn for her ashes - it's a statue of a cat laying down. I'm going to put it in front of my TV, where she liked to lay and was always blocking my view. Her collar and bell is hanging around my shift stick (I drive a manual) and on the way home it would jingle when CJ shifted and I just looked in the backseat for her and started crying when I remembered she wouldn't be there.

And now I sit in my house and have this massive cat tree that she isn't here to further demolish. Habits I got into that I don't need to do anymore (I'd always leave the bathroom door open just a crack for her to come in). I unplugged her water fountain. I miss her so much. She was only 4.

Please, if you have a pet, give them some extra love for me. I don't care if it's a dog or cat or birb or snek or spider or horse or goat or whatever. Maybe share some pics with me...? I'd love to see your animals.

[shadowofahope]

Poisoned Discoveries

Warnings: Mentions blood, violence, stabbing, poisoning.

Pairing: Wolfgang! SKZ x Veterinarian! (f)reader

Premise: Moving to a small town and opening your own vet practice, finally you had achieved your own freedom. No longer dragged down by your 'family', free to choose who to trust.

Author’s notes: Hey Babes! I know I didn't have this originally planned to come out but I had this scene in my head and had to get it out! I promise I"m still working on the stories on my WIP list 💜

Word count: 1.3K

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It had been a hell of a long day. Too many emergencies to your liking. Weather it be a dog who swallowed something they shouldn’t have or a cat taking on a Jeeps wheels, you hadn’t had a chance to breathe. So finally beginning to shut down your small vet practice felt godsent. 

Unfortunately for you this godsent was short lived. Emerging from the back examination rooms you round the corner just in time to see 7 figures burst through your front door. Well 6 figures carrying an unconscious one. 

“What the hell-” You jump, quickly scanning over who had chaotically almost broke your glass door off its hinges. “Guys?”

“Y/N, we need your help!” Changbins barks, carrying most of the weight of the limp person. 

“Wha-”

“It’s Chan! Please!” 

The fumble Chans body gently to the floor, you can see his blood soaked shirt and pants. 

“Chan? He needs a hospital!” You demand, kneeling down next to him to take in any injuries. 

“Y/N can you please look?” Hyunjin asks.

“I’m a vet, not a doctor.” You remind, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible. Even though your mind was screaming at you with panic at seeing one of your friends bleeding out on your floor. 

“We can’t take him there. Youre the only one we trust.” Minho’s voice sounds cold. You look up at him, you give him a dead stare. His eyes flash with concern. If he was showing signs of duress something was going on here. 

“Take him to the back, put him on the table. I’ll do what I can.” You instruct rising from the floor to peel off your jacket and throw it onto the main counter. “Yongbok, lock the door.”

You don’t look back as you head down to the exam room, you hear them scramble after you. Entering you rool up your sleeves adn start washing your hands in the sink. Peerign over your shoulder you see Chan on the steel table and the others crowding around him. 

“Everyone out.” 

Grumbling resonates from the group. 

“I need space to work.” 

Still grumbling you hear them leave and the door shut. You finish washing up and turn to your barely conscious friend.

“Alright Chan, lets get you out of here alive.” 

Coming out of the room you spot the 6 men in yoru dimly light lobby. The worry hanging thick in the air, their worry and panic now fully settled on their face, shock clearly worn off now.

“He’ll be fine.” You announce when they don’t notice you enter. They all stand at attention. “He’s stable now, but he’ll need some rest before you can move him.”

“Oh thank god.” Jisung sinks down into his chair, hands in his face. 

“Seriously though guys, what the hell happened tonight?” 

“Just some random guys starting shit, when Chan tried to defuse it one of the guys pulled out a knife.” Changbin states monotonly. 

“Some random guys?” You question, yea you didn’t believe that one bit. 

Just silent nods are the answer yoru given, but you dont’ bother to ask again.

“What happened in there?” Minho’s voice rings sour in your ears. Once again you give him a blank look.

“Well his wounds didn’t puncher any major organ, so it was just the blood loss I was initially concerned about.” You explain. “However, he was showing signs of poisening. So I had to take blood to figure out what type so I could effectively give him the right antidote. Once I administered that I was able to work on the wound itself and any infection that might come along.” 

You watch them as they take in your words, but you don’t bother letting them stand there too long. 

“For now he’ll stay here. I’ll close my practice for the next few days. I suggest you all go out and bring him a mattress and some bedding for the time being.” Finishing you turn back to head back to your patient. 

“Poisen…?” 

You hear the panicked whispers behind you. 

“Shit…”

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“You shouldn’t have brought me here.” Chan grumbles from his makeshift bed on the floor. 

“ You were dying.” Minho deadpans. 

They were all huddled in the makeshift recovery room around their leader. He had taken over 48 hours to finally wake up. Scaring them but you had reassured them that he would in time come too after the poison had mostly left his system. 

He had sure enough woken up, sore and agitated to his dismay but the others were too thrilled to give him any more peace. Explaining to him what had happened that night. 

You for obvious reasons only entered when you needed to check his vitals and administer new IVs. Their voices grow hushed when you’d knock on the closed door. 

“Still. This could put her in a lot of danger. Especially if they find out she helped us.” Chan redirects. He understands how close he was, but they were all good friends with you. Close enough none of them wanted to see you hurt or dragged into their secret part of their lives. 

The one they kept so far from you, since the day you moved to their small town and opened your practice. 

“They had covered the knife in poison Chan.” Changbin fights back aggressively. “The only poison that could possibly work on us is-“

“Wolfsbane.” You interrupted from the doorway. No one noticed you had entered behind them. 

7 pairs of bulging eyes sprang toward you. You stayed calm as the air in the room grew tumultuous. 

“Y/n, what are you-“ Seungmin tries to cover. Being the first one to find his voice after the surprise.

“I had to be able to identify the poison used before I could treat it. Wolfsbane doesn’t affect humans, at least not as critically. More like leaving a bad taste in your mouth. There’s only one thing it could possibly kill.” You leave the answer hanging. If they didn’t want to say it out loud then you wouldn’t force them. Haven knows you would be reluctant to share something like this.

You walk further into the room, watching the looks shared between them. But you just shake your head when they look back at you. Eyes pleading.

“Honestly, I’ve had a hunch for a while now.” You sigh. You didn’t want them to feel scared, but so far that was all you could sense in the room. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, at least not from where I’ve been standing.” 

A light chuckle breaks from you as you remember, “especially when I’ve already told you my favourite place is on top of the roof, watching the stars and the forest across the street.”

“I get why you didn’t tell me. We all have our secrets.” You reassure. The fear started to trickle from the room, realization dawning on them slowly one at a time. “Besides I’m not one for blood wars.” 

“You’re the rogue lightwalker we’ve been hearing about.” Chan speaks first, he’s always the one to put the puzzle pieces together the fastest.

“But you don’t smell-“ Jisung starts.

“Like death?” You smile softly at him. “Well I’m not a zombie so thankfully I’m not that putrid. I have my own ways for masking just like you all do.”

You take a minute waiting for the information to settle. Some of them still seemed uncomfortable as they stood there, watching you.

“I still trust you guys more than anymore regardless. I don’t have a family I belong to. I never wanted to find one again after I left.” 

Chan clears his throat after a somber moment, staring straight into your eyes. Searching.

“If not a family…..what about a pack?”

7 smiles blaze at you. The dark emotions you may have been feeling completely submerged in their light. You never needed a family. Families were cold, brutal and treacherous.

Packs were warm, caring and trustworthy.

“I'm all yours.” You laugh back, before an evil grin forms on your face. “Now tell me about the ones who tried to kill Chan.”

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