#veterinarian! reader

[harveybwabbit92]

[Justice wakes up from a nap and finds Vet! R/n removing needles from Cosmos's arms, chest and butt...]

Justice: What happened here?

R/n, she winces: Cosmos had a very unfortunate encounter with an animal that didn't want to be his friend...

[Justice picks up one of the removed quills curiously]

Justice, hesitant: Hedgehog?

Cosmos, winces a R/n pulls another quill from his body: Porcupine....

[strnilolover]

Vet!Chris taking you to an animal café and he has a little bit of a hard time getting you to leave …

Chris glanced at his watch, then at you, sprawled across the floor with a calico cat purring in your lap. “Alright, baby,” he said softly, crouching down next to you. “We’ve been here for two hours. I think it’s time we head out.” he states.

You didn’t even look up at him. Your fingers scratched gently behind the cat’s ears, earning a contented trill from the feline. “Five more minutes,” you mumbled, clearly enraptured by the small sea of animals around you. A golden retriever had settled at your feet, while a tiny rabbit hopped curiously near your hand.

Chris sighed, trying to hide his smile. He’d taken you to the animal café as a way to unwind after your stressful week, but he didn’t anticipate just how hard it’d be to pull you away. Not that he blamed you — seeing you so happy, your face lit up with childlike wonder, made it impossible for him to be annoyed.

Still, he had a schedule to keep. “Sweetheart, the café closes in fifteen minutes. You know we can’t just move in, right?” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world — which it was.

You finally glanced up, your lower lip sticking out in a dramatic pout. “But Chris, look at them!” you gestured around at the assortment of animals, your voice full of longing. “They need love and cuddles! What if they miss me when I leave?” you whined, already feeling your chest tighten with the fact you had to leave them for the day.

He chuckled, reaching out to boop your nose gently. “I think they’ll survive, babe. Besides, don’t I give you enough cuddles at home?” You gave him a teasing look. “Not nearly as fluffy, though.”

Chris’ hand came up to his heart, like you had punched it. “Rude,” Chris shot back, feigning offense. “You’re hurting my feelings, baby.”

You giggled but stayed rooted in place, your hand now occupied by a curious kitten batting at your bracelet. Chris leaned back on his heels, watching you with an affectionate smile. “Okay, what if I make you a deal? We can come back next week, and I’ll buy you that strawberry boba you like on the way home. But only if we leave before the staff has to drag us out.”

You perked up at his offer, your lips twitching into a grin. “Promise?” he nodded his head, “I promise.” he said, placing a hand over his chest.

Reluctantly, you scooped up the calico cat one last time, giving it a soft kiss on its tiny nose. “Okay, but I’m holding you to that boba and next week’s visit.” you said, placing the kitty down as your hands reached out for Chris.

As he helped you to your feet, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Well come back as much as you like, i promise. And of course i wouldn’t go back on my word, you know that baby.” he said, walking toward the doors as you gave a quick smile and wave to the workers.

“Yeah, i know..” you muttered, still a little bummed that you had to leave. Chris noticed, pressing another kiss to your temple as he held the door open for you.

“You know i love you, yeah?” he said, pulling his keys out and unlocking the car as he opened the passenger door for you. And you looked at him, smiling.

“I know.” you said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his lips before situating yourself in the seat.

© strnilolover

LITTLE VET CHRIS BLURB. MY SWEET BABY 🥹

[peachsukii]

So I’m rewatching Jurassic World while I’m sick and got to thinking about Raptor Trainer Bakugo. 👀👀

[jeonstudios]

thinking about writing another vampire fic..................

[miguelswifey04]

can you write about veterinarian!miguel and zookeeper reader? miguel’s so gentle with the animals despite his stature and it makes the zookeeper swoon. and the animals know so they pretend to be sick so that their zookeeper has to keep calling miguel.

veterinarian! miguel x zookeeper! reader

as a zookeeper, you couldn't help but be enamored by miguel’s gentle demeanor with the animals. despite his stature, he had a natural ability to handle them with care and compassion that warmed your heart. and it seemed that the animals knew it too. one by one, the animals under your care would somehow find themselves in need, even if it was just a small issue. fake illnesses, playful injuries, or simply wanting some extra attention, their antics kept you busy. and of course, calling upon Miguel became a regular occurrence.

you would dial his number and explain the situation, though you couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement. but miguel, being the dedicated veterinarian that he was, never complained. instead, he would rush to your side, ready to provide the necessary care and attention for your furry charges.

on one particular occasion, a mischievous monkey named milo decided to "twist" his tail, feigning an injury to get your attention. you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, though you still felt the need to call in the expert opinion. miguel arrived at the enclosure, a warm smile on his face and a bag of medical supplies in hand. the animals, senses honed to their surroundings, watched with curiosity as miguel approached in his gentle, unhurried manner.

with his expertise and gentle touch, miguel examined milo, a comforting hand placed on the little monkey's back. he spoke softly, reassuring both the animal and you that everything would be alright. though Milo had feigned his injury, the care miguel provided was genuine, earning him the trust and admiration of both you and the animals.

as the day went on, you couldn't help but find yourself increasingly infatuated with miguel. watching him tend to the animals, showing each one patience and kindness, deepened your admiration for him. you admired his passion, his dedication, and the way he treated every creature, no matter how big or small, with respect.

but you were not alone in your sentiments. the animals seemed just as smitten, reacting to his presence with an air of excitement and contentment. they knew that he was a source of safety and healing, just as you had come to realize as well. and so, the cycle continued. the animals would find new inventive ways to garner your attention, and you would eagerly seek out miguel’s aid, savoring each opportunity to spend time with him. with every call and visit, the bond between you and miguel, and between him and the animals, grew stronger.

in the tapestry of your lives at the zoo, miguel’s presence became an integral thread. his gentle nature and dedication to healing created a harmonious atmosphere, not only for the animals but for you as well. and as the days passed, you couldn't imagine a better partner to care for the creatures that brought you both endless joy.

tags 🏷️!! @astro1bloom @kairiscorner @obi-mom-kenobi @meeom @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii

[sassycheesecake]

Sachirō Hirugami x Reader ''A Change Is Gonna Come''

College life has been lonely and tiresome ever since you started studying biology and chemistry.

So you do what most lonely girls in college do.

You get a pet.

Specifically a cat.

A cat with half of her right ear missing, along with her left eye. She is your everything, even though she has only been with you for three weeks since you picked her up from the local shelter.

Her raven-black fur looks very slightly brown in the sunlight every time she would lay on the window sill next to the venus flytrap plants.

In the beginning, she would not leave her transport box, hissed and tried to scratch you, whenever you got close to try and pet her.

Now, she is the most cuddly cat.

If you think about it, she has been more affectionate than usual. Rubbing against you, the wall, the chair, your fridge and even the fricking toilet.

She meows loudly in the night, driving you insane.

Now if you never had a cat in heat before, then you don’t know what hell on earth is.

Kaizoku, the name you have given her, is getting on your last nerve.

Thankfully due to your majors, you realized that Kaizoku is in heat. 

Every cat owner’s worst nightmare, besides their pet getting pregnant unplanned.

Thanks to the lucky stars, a small vet clinic is just five blocks down the road, a very young owner who’d just graduated veterinary school.

Making an appointment for a previous check up for a future neutering appointment for Kaizoku, you make your way to the vet next Tuesday morning.

The morning you get up earlier to make it on time for the appointment, it seems like the little devil has vanished into thin air.

Seriously, you can’t find her anywhere!

You checked the shower, under all your furniture and even stepped on your counters to check on top of the cabinets.

It’s getting real close to the appointment time, you have to be there 15 minutes prior to sign in, it’s what the vet clinic requests.

Now you’re getting pissed. 

‘’ZOKU!” You yell out in frustration.

All of sudden, a small light bulb pops up in your head.

You just remembered that the little furball LOVES cheddar cheese.

As you pretend to make a sandwich and take the cheese out of the fridge, you rustle the plastic extra loud on purpose, hoping she will come out.

And just like magic, there she pops up magically on the counter, looking at the food in your hand.

Giving her a small piece, you cautiously walk backwards to grab the carrier box for her.

Still with her chewing, you feel the side handle of it, crouching down to grab it and hide it behind your back.

Sneaking up from behind, you gently grab her and she tries to run away.

Grabbing her front legs with one hand and her back legs with the other, Kaizoku begins biting your fingers, making you almost yell out in pain but quickly shoving her naughty ass into the box, quickly closing it so she can’t escape.

Huffing out a big breath, you look at the clock on the wall and you’re about to faint when you realize, it’s in less than 10 minutes.

Grabbing the transport box, you basically sprint down the stairs in your apartment building, almost giving Kaizoku a heart attack. 

Quickly getting into your small car, you try to minimize your lateness with going a little bit over the speed limit.

Finally arriving in the parking lot in front of the vet clinic, you get out and see that your cat’s eyes are insanely enlarged, hissing when you check on her.

‘’Alright, let’s do this.”

When you walk through the door, the bell above the door chimes with a cute tingle noise.

As you look around, only three people are sitting in the waiting area on the sides, with the front desk in the middle, where a blonde woman in cat scrubs is typing something on a computer.

You clear your throat and she greets you with a sunny smile.

Signing in on the clipboard on the counter, you sit on the left while the other two people across from you have a dog each on a colorful leash.

One dog is a big German shepherd that has a cone on its head with one leg wrapped in a cast.

The other dog is a lot smaller and he keeps growling at the other dog.

Kaizoku begins meowing in distress, you try to calm her down by gently talking to her.

Thankfully one of the employees calls you in immediately, telling you to follow her.

Getting up from the chair, you follow her and thank her for holding the door open for you.

Walking along the hallway you see multiple doors on the left and right side.

She stops on one of the right doors, pushing it open to let you in and tells you that the vet will be right in.

You look around in the examination room, seeing two anatomy posters of a cat and a dog on one side of the wall, with a small computer and a desk on the other side of the room.

Below the posters is a long metal table and you put the carrier box down and check on Kaizoku again.

She has her backside facing you, as if she is trying to show you the middle finger to taking her here.

Scanning some of the bones and muscles of the cat, a firm knock interrupts your reading. 

A tall man with light brown hair walks in, some of his wavy hair rests on his forehead, the same color in his eyes.

He has a strong build, his light blue scrubs hugging his figure perfectly.

When he looks from his clipboard to you, he greets you with a billion dollar smile, introducing himself.

„Hi, I am Dr. Sachirō Hirugami. What can I do for you today?�� He rubs his hands from the disinfectant on the wall, taking a small peek inside the carrier box.

Calming yourself a little bit, you explain your problem to him.

„Well this is Kaizoku. I got her from the local shelter. She was a rescue from a former abusive pet owner. I have had her for almost a month now and I think the shelter forgot to mention that she is not neutered. She meows over day, at night and it’s slowly driving me mad.“ 

He laughs a bit at your explanation and my gosh his laugh is a voice sent straight from heaven.

It’s soft and honest and you can’t help but blush at his reaction.

„Sounds to me like Mrs. Kaizoku is in heat. And I am guessing you want to spay her?“ He smiles knowingly.

Nodding to confirm, you hope it’s not going to cost too much….

Hirugami opens the cage door and you hear a loud hissing noise.

Your heart begins to drop, you start to sweat a bit from your anxiety about what Kaizoku will do.

All you see is a black little arm trying to scratch Hirugami‘s hand.

Quickly retracting his hand, he begins to laugh at her antics.

„I am SO sorry about her behavior! I hope she didn’t get you.“ You frantically begin to apologize for your cat‘s crude behavior.

He friendly waves you off, saying it’s his job to deal with animals and he loves treating them.

Taking off the top of the box, you see Kaizoku huddled in the corner of the transport box, ears completely flat and you hear a faint growl coming from her.

Hirugami thinks for a few seconds before reaching into one of the drawers behind him, pulling out a little thin tube that looks like paste that cats can lick from, like a treat basically.

So he’s trying to bribe her and gain her trust, that’s a good approach. 

Opening up the little tube, he squishes out a bit and carefully holds it out for her to sniff.

Kaizoku very cautiously moves forward, sniffing it with big round eyes, very soon starting to lick it a few times before deciding to like it.

Like A LOT. 

You see her pupils getting a bit smaller, her small body visibly relaxing and you can feel yourself relaxing as well.

Gently giving her head scratches with his other big hand, he gives her a soft smile and quietly says „See? I am not so bad.“ 

His actions towards your cat makes your heart warm and your head fuzzy.

I mean, your vet IS hot, no one is going to deny that.

Making sure he did earn her trust, he gently takes her out of the transportation box, petting her along her chin.

The next thing you hear is deep purring and you can’t believe your ears or your eyes.

Inwardly scoffing at her all-of-sudden friendly behavior she looks highly in bliss and you can’t believe that you’re getting jealous of a fricking cat.

Untangling his stethoscope from his neck, he listens to her heartbeat, her bowel movement, her lungs and checks for any abnormalities around her body.

You’re a little worried when he looks into her eye and wants to see her mouth that she will try to scratch or bite him, nothing happens.

It’s like she is under a calming spell, not aggressive at all towards the vet. 

Still in disbelief, he puts his stethoscope back around his neck and gives you a charming smile while picking Kaizoku up and petting her as he holds her close to his chest.

“Alright, what’s your magic trick?” You ask in suspicion as you watch Hirugami with squinted eyes.

He laughs and your suspiciousness, setting the black feline back into its kennel. 

Walking over to the disinfectant bottle holder, Hirugami disinfects his hands and leans against the counter to talk to you.

“So from what I have observed so far, Kaizoku is a very healthy cat. You still want to spay her? Is that your final decision?”

You nod in confirmation.

Nodding his head he takes his clipboard from the wall and tells you to make a new appointment with the front desk, giving you a small wink before he leaves the examination room.

Blushing a bit, you close up the kennel door and take Kaizoku with you again to the front desk. 

The same lady from earlier gives you a bright smile, along with a folded note attached to the apartment card for the next check up.

“What’s this?” You ask while pointing to the folded note.

The lady looks up from her computer, shrugging and continuing to type down.

“Dr. Hirugami told me to attach that note to your appointment card.”

“Oh uhm, okay. Thank you, have a good day.” You say as you exit the veterinarian clinic with Kaizoku. 

Putting her in the passenger seat and strapping the kennel, you make your way around the car to get in the driver’s side.

As you take the note to unfold it, you read over it with wide eyes and a blush.

“I can’t wait to see you again, I know I meant to check out Kaizoku but your irresistible looks have bewitched my heart. Until next time, kitten.”

[novasintheroom]

Alternatively, I also have a Mer!Vash x Aquarist!Reader AU in my head as well.

[acatalystrising]

SOOOO I have been on a ROLL with Moth to a Flame, and in a sudden burst of inspiration, I have chapter five already finished! Now we’re getting to the twisty turny fun of this story, but I’m only getting started. This one has much more angst then the previous chapters, so buckle up, buttercups…we’re in for a ride.

This chapter is rated MA for cannon violence, mentions of past trauma, and abuse.

Here is a link to chapter six!

Moth to a Flame Chapter Five

It had been many years since Boba Fett had awoken to a nexu’s distinct call, but waking up to a woman curled against him? Much longer.

In fact, he couldn’t recall if he ever stuck around long enough for any of his flings from his younger years to wake up the morning after. He’d been…different back then. Cold, selfish, and calloused. Uninterested in anything beyond an empty night of carnal pleasure.

Much had changed since those days - he had changed. Perhaps Fennec had been right - there was a chance he’d grown softer. But the years of a hardened life of bounty hunting would do that to anyone - especially to one who almost became sarlacc food.

He hadn’t intended to fall for anyone. Especially not now, heading a gotra, when he was arguably as busy as he’d ever been. Hadn’t ever thought he wanted or needed trivial things as romance. But you had ensnared him - smile as bright as the suns themselves, warming something in his heart that had been cold for so long. And he hadn’t been able to shake you from his mind, try as he had.

A weight of shame settled in his throat as you shifted with a soft groan, plush lips parted ever so slightly, blissfully asleep. But he noted with growing interest that you instinctively shifted closer, nestling yourself against his chest. You were so soft, small, and warm - the exact opposite of him; a man with more blood on his hands then you would hopefully ever know. And yet you trusted him enough that you invited him into your home, into your bed…such intimacies were foreign to him.

Your life couldn’t be more different than his - spending your days caring for others, for the animals so many ignored. It was so…sweet. Another thing he’d never expected his future self to admire in anyone, instead of scorn.

Yet he knew you had your traumas. Pain that had shaped you. There was a certain strength to you, hiding under that warm smile - a strength that only hardship and trials forged.

You shifted again, turning on your stomach so you were resting on his chest, chin tucked against his neck. He tentatively rested a hand on your shoulders and you mumbled something unintelligible, snuggling even closer. He couldn’t stop the small smile from curling his lips, equally unable to stop himself from carding his fingers through your hair. You mumbled again, slowly waking, and his smile broadened. Stars, you were so…perfect. His fingers brushed your hair away from your neck, and the moment it bared your skin, his smile waned, hand freezing in place.

Two long, silvery white scars ran diagonally across the back of your neck.

They were old, a testament to something that happened years ago - but it did not stop a nearly possessive rage from filling his chest. He’d been in his prior profession for many years. Long enough to know the marks of a collar when he saw them. Slavery? Empire? Something else?

Who, or what, would dare to harm someone as kind as you? He took a shuddering breath, willing himself to remain calm, even as his hunter’s mind already was calculating. Wondering who had hurt you. If they were still alive so he could exact his revenge. Because he would, without hesitation.

You only knew him as Daimyo, but Boba knew what he was truly capable of. And for the first time ever in his years, that scared him.

“Boba?” Your voice was thick with sleep, and he blinked, resuming his hand’s gentle caress through your hair as you shifted, blinking, sleepy gaze falling on him.

“I’m here, little one,” he fought to keep his tone soft, gentle. Pushed down the indignant rage he felt at your past pain.

There was nothing he could do to make the past hurt less. But perhaps he could do something, in his own way, to ease the pain of the present.

“Mm, you stayed,” you rested a hand on his chest, fingers brushing over his shirt in a gentle soothing motion. “Didn’t…didn’t wanna inconvenience you.”

Stars above, how could you ever inconvenience him? He chuckled, gathering you into his arms and pulling you closer. Your eyes widened a bit, but you stayed relaxed, leaning into him with a smile.

“You never could. This okay?” He watched your face for any signs of discomfort, relief flooding in his chest when you nodded.

He didn’t know what happened. Didn’t want to treat you any different. But he decided to keep his discovery a secret for now. At least until the time was right, if ever, to broach the subject.

“Mhm. You’re so…warm,” you closed your eyes again, that smile still gracing your lips, as too clung to him tighter. “Haven’t cuddled with anyone in so long.”

“Never have, so I’m not one to judge.”

The words left his lips before he had a chance to ponder them, and they made you start, eyeing him with renewed interest, as well as concern.

“Maker, Boba, I hope I didn’t…” you moved to get up, face flushing an adorable shade of red as you quickly became more awake. “I just…”

“Easy, sweet girl,” he guided you back against his chest, gently twining one of his legs with yours. “First time for everything.”

He didn’t miss the renewed blush that worked its way from your cheeks to your ears, and kept a mental note of that for later. It was interesting how…

“It’s okay, I really haven’t either…” you dipped your head, hiding your face against his neck. “Not like this, anyway. Thank you…for staying. It…means a lot.”

Your voice had grown softer, body language shrinking, as if you were trying to make yourself smaller. That simply wouldn’t do.

“Don’t hide that pretty face, mesh’la,” his fingers found your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “No shame in it. We’ll just learn together, hmm?”

“O…okay,” you nodded, still blushing furiously, so soft and warm against him, it nearly drove him mad. “I…I’d like that.”

Stars, Boba wanted to kiss you. Kiss you senseless until you forgot about your insecurities and fears, your sole focus on him. He wanted to take you apart piece by blissful piece, make you feel good, feel safe…

Damn, he was in deep.

Before he had a chance to respond, a series of shrill yowls broke the silence, loud and demanding.

“Oh kriff. The loth cats…ughhhhh…” you groaned, face scrunching up in an adorable frown. “I don’t wanna get up…”

“Me neither, princess. But there are others depending on us.” Boba shifted, pressing a kiss to your forehead before releasing you from his hold, and as you sat up with a groan, he already missed your warmth.

Kriff. For the first time ever, in all the things he’d done and experiences he’d had - Boba Fett had never once been a sap. But, he wagered he’d have to listen to his own advice.

There was a first time for everything.

-

You hadn’t ever expected your life to amount to this.

You, taking a well-earned break after your breakfast rounds, a cup of steaming kaff in your hand…and the Daimyo of Tatooine in your kitchen.

He was back in his armor, though you now knew exactly how muscular he was underneath it, as you’d suspected - a fact that would trigger another blush if you thought about it for too long.

He leaned against your counter, gloved hands resting on the smooth stone surface, looking almost too casual for someone of his reputation.

“I don’t want to keep you. I’m sure you have a lot to do.” You regarded him with a raised brow, finding something altogether fond in his gaze. “Normally I do. It’s just been a slow season.”

He nodded, clearly thinking, gaze almost lazily sweeping your kitchen. Probably a skill picked up from bounty hunting, you surmised, wondering what exactly could be so interesting in your small, humble home. His eyes drifted back to you and stopped, locking you in his gaze, the corner of his lip curling in a grin that was almost sinful.

“Perhaps you’d want to spend more time with the rancor? See how he’s doing?” His shrug was nearly boyish - quite ridiculous looking, really, for someone dressed head to toe in beskar. But his gaze never once left yours. “Sure he’d love the company.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and you swallowed hard. He really, really liked you. Him. Boba Fett. Liked you. For some reason, this emboldened you…urging you on in this little game you two had found yourselves playing.

“Oh, just the rancor?” You dared to prop your hands on your hips, shooting him a wink. “Or do you just not want to take your hands off me?”

Boba smirked, pushing himself up from his reclined position, something dark flitting through his gaze. Maker, did he just growl? His approach was quick and near silent despite his broad, armored frame, yet another reminder of exactly who it was you were dealing with. You blinked, heart hammering loudly in your chest, as he stood behind you and leaned down until his face was next to yours.

“You’ve no idea what these hands want to do.” His breath washed over the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Careful, little one. Before you bite off more than you can chew.”

Oh kriffing gods. Maker above.

Every damn curse your poor brain could conjure. You were in trouble. So much so, and you could already feel the heat pooling between your legs, assuredly soaking your underwear. Perhaps he was right…maybe you didn’t know what you were fully getting into, with a man like him.

But contrary to popular belief, you weren’t just a sweet, nice person - all bark, no bite. And he’d learn it, too, if he hadn’t guessed it already.

“I think,” you shifted in your seat to better face him, nearly losing your resolve when you saw the look of absolute hunger in his dark eyes. You swallowed and took a breath before continuing. “I’ll survive. How about this, I need to take care of some of the sick ones before I’ll be free, but I’d love to stop by later if that’s okay?”

Stop by. Stop by?

Sheesh, here you were, taking about visiting the kriffing palace like it was a daily house call. Anxiety wormed in you stomach as Boba regarded you with a smirk, capturing your chin in his gloved fingers and holding your gaze to his.

“You’re always welcome,” he turned to retrieve his helmet, shooting you one last smirk before donning it with practiced ease. When he spoke again, his deep voice was rough, rumbling through the vocorder like the thunder of a promising storm. “See you soon, little one.”

-

The suns were still high in the sky when you walked to the barn, a bucket of feed in one hand and a lead rope in the other. Hopefully your sick bantha was finally well enough to go out to pasture, making that one less thing you had to worry about.

You stifled a yawn as you entered, the familiar smell of hay, sunbaked sand, and the herbs you dried filling the air. The bantha lowed, the deep call making you smile as you saw her horned head peek over the massive stall you’d built for these occasions.

“Hey girl,” you placed the bucket down beside her stall as you looked her over before entering. “Feeling better?”

The bantha called again, shaking her head from side to side, horns rattling against the walls. You sighed, taking the lead rope in both hands, eyeing her with a small frown.

“I know, you want out. Work with me, and you’ll be there quicker.” You pointed a finger at her, pointedly lowering your voice to get the point across. “No bolting, understood?”

The bantha only lowed again, except this time, she shook her horns with a snort, banging the walls with a sharp cry. Unease twisted in your gut and your frown deepened.

“What’s wrong, girl?” You stepped forward, knowing the creature well enough to know something was amiss. “Something scaring you? It’s okay, everything’s alright.”

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you.”

A feminine voice broke the silence, and a pair of hands wrapped around you before you had a chance to react, pulling you away from the stall and onto the ground.

“Stay down, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Kriffing hell, get off me!” You twisted against your attacker, managing to land a punch somewhere before your arms were twisted behind your back. Something slipped around your wrists with a mechanical click, and you finally screamed, lashing out with your legs.

The bantha shrieked behind you, and you heard the walls of the stall rattling as she tried to break free. Maker, was she trying to help? You were not going to go down easy. Whoever was attacking you would soon learn that. You’d been through too much to be killed by some mugger.

You rolled around with a grunt and grabbed the lead rope with your bound hands, readying yourself to spin into a swinging strike…

Until you recognized the person standing behind you, a vibroblade in her hand.

“Kali?” Confusion flooded you in waves, and you stepped back, giving yourself more distance. “What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?”

The woman only smiled sadly, something altogether cold in her normally warm gaze.

“I’m afraid not.” She stepped forward and you narrowed your eyes, gripping the lead rope tighter, grateful for the heavy iron hook dangling at the end. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. “What can I say…”

Something stuck the back of your head so suddenly, you didn’t even register the moment your body hit the ground. But damn, you felt the pain - cascading down your shoulder, aching in your spine…

Kali smirked with a dismissive shrug. “I tried to warn you.”

No. No, no, no…

Panic, true panic set in as another person stepped into your fading line of sight.

Not him. Anyone but him.

“You…” you groaned, spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva, glaring despite the dread that seized your heart with terrifying finality. “You’re…dead. You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Some of us don’t like staying dead,” the man in the clean pressed Imperial uniform merely chuckled, a thin, dry sound. “I’d think you of all people should know this…consorting with bounty hunter scum.”

“Go to hell…” you tried to stand, tried to fight, but he merely raised a blaster at your head with a smirk.

“Oh, you’ll be wishing you were there, soon.”

The muzzle flashed, and the man’s icy gaze flared red - the last thing you saw before your world faded to black.

-

“I’m sure she’s fine, boss.” Fennec’s voice was steady as ever as she strode by his side. “Maybe she just needed a night in.”

Boba merely grunted, taking the now familiar path to the veterinarian’s office. He was admittedly worried. He hadn’t heard a thing from you since the morning, and he did his best to push his fears down.

Had he scared you? Gone too far with the teasing? Accidentally triggered you? Maker knew what hell you’d been through…

“Just wanna know she’s safe.” He turned down the following road, your humble clinic appearing around the bend.

But all the lights were out.

A cold chill rippled down his spine, and he instinctually lifted his rifle, Fennec echoing the action. They slowly approached, looking for any sign of a threat, but nothing appeared out of place. That wasn’t always a good sign. He dropped his rangefinder and ran a thermal scan, looking for any sign you were inside…

But aside for the much smaller heat signatures of the animals, the house was empty.

Boba Fett wasn’t accustomed to panic.

He was the hunter, the one who made other people panic. He’d prided himself in his cool, calculated demeanor that had aided in earning his reputation. But this…this was new.

And this was one of the reasons why he’d never let himself fall for anyone. Every single person he’d even shown a shred of kindness too had suffered terrible ends. And the last thing he wanted was for that to happen to you, too.

“Check the barn.” He knew Fennec would follow, always watching his back, even as he nearly ran to the next building with bated breath.

Please be inside. Please be safe.

But even in the dark, he saw the barn’s double doors had been left ajar, the female bantha peering out at them with a lonely groan that nearly resembled a whimper. And he already knew, judging by his scanner, that there weren’t any other life forms inside.

“We’ll find her.” Fennec stoped beside him, but even her voice had dropped, twisted with unease.

“You’re right.” Boba lifted his rangefinder with a snap, gloved fingers nearly shaking as a rage filled his chest - a rage he hadn’t felt in a long time…since the day he’d lost the only other person he’d truly loved. He took a deep breath, willing himself to calm, to remain in control.

To think like the hunter he once had been, and as fate dictated, would be again.

“I will.”

[harveybwabbit92]

Cosmos: I don’t always make great decisions under pressure.

*flashback*

{Justice and R/n stare at Cosmos blankly, after sending him to the grocery store to buy ground beef and a Taco kit.]

Justice: Cosmos, what the hell is that ?

Cosmos, petting his new friend: It’s an alpaca. I got the last one!

R/n: How?? I only gave you 40 dollars!

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[Long story short Cosmos couldn't decide between hard shell or soft tacos or just buy a combo pack? then he got stuck on whether to buy the cheap store brand taco kits vs the expensive brand name kits... the he looked outside and saw a dude selling Alpacas.]

[ittorule34]

I called out these bots being an scam to a friend of mine and she blocked me forever

Hope you sciatica gets worse nga 😭🙏

Your friend actually fell for them?? 😭😭😭 how are they so dumb

You should’ve taken them to the vet to be put down

[strnilolover]

what about vet!chris with an overly anxious pet owner reader

the small exam room was bright, the soft hum of fluorescent lights doing nothing to calm your frazzled nerves. you sat perched on the edge of a chair, clutching the carrier in your lap like it was a lifeline. inside, your tabby cat, cinnamon, let out another mournful meow, and you winced.

the sound of the door creaking open made your head snap toward it — you already knew who it was but your mouth was quick to spew words before your brain could catch up to what you were saying.

“she’s been crying all night,” you said, your voice barely steady as chris walked in, a clipboard tucked under his arm. “i don’t know what’s wrong, but what if it’s something serious? what if—”

chris, ever the calm and collected one, set the clipboard down and crossed the room to you. he crouched slightly to meet your eyes, resting his hands lightly on your knees. “hey, hey, slow down,” he said softly. “let me take a look before we jump to conclusions, okay?” he said, thumbs rubbing your knees softly.

you nodded quickly, biting your lip as he gently pried the carrier from your hands and placed it on the exam table. cinnamon let out another pitiful cry as chris opened the door, carefully coaxing her out with his gentle, practiced touch. his voice dropped into that soothing tone he used with all his patients. “there we go, sweetheart. let me see what’s going on.” he murmured, tone gentle as he spoke to cinnamon.

he began his examination, his fingers expertly moving over cinnamon’s tiny body. you watched every movement, your heart racing with every slight twitch of his brow. “she’s been sleeping more than usual, too,” you added nervously, wringing your hands. “and she hasn’t been eating her wet food. She loves her wet food, chris. what if it’s something horrible?” you rambled — spewing your thoughts, but nothing was helping the way your chest ached.

chris turned to you with a raised brow, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “or,” he said, “what if it’s just a furball?” he said softly.

you blinked, momentarily thrown off by his statement. “a-“ you paused, brows drawn together. “-a furball?” you said slowly.

“yep.” he turned back to cinnamon, running his hand gently over her belly. “her stomach feels fine, her weight is good, and she’s just a little tense. if she’s been grooming more than usual, that’s probably it. i’ll double-check to be sure, but I don’t think it’s anything more serious.” he stated, smiling as he gave her a small pet.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart slowly starting to unclench. “you’re sure? really sure?” you say, wanting to make sure he was being truthful — of course he would be, he knows what he’s doing, but it didn’t stop you from asked.

chris turned back to you, his warm eyes meeting yours. “i wouldn’t tell you that if i wasn’t sure, babe. cinnamon’s okay. I promise.”

his reassurance melted the last bit of panic in your chest, and you leaned back in your chair, exhaling deeply. chris chuckled softly, stepping closer to you and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you always get yourself so worked up,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheek. “you know i wouldn’t let anything happen to either of my girls.”

his words sent a different kind of flutter through your chest, one that had nothing to do with anxiety and everything to do with the way he was looking at you — like you were his whole world. you gave him a sheepish smile, your hand coming up to cover his. “i can’t help it,” you admitted. “she’s my baby.”

“and you’re mine,” he said easily, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “now let me finish with cinnamon, and then i’m taking both of my girls home. sound good?”

[morgandr]

Imagine:

While volunteering in Australia to help animals you meet a man named Chris. Y’all become close during this time and people joke around that y’all are lovers.

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(PHOTOS FOUND ON PINTEREST)

(Chris Brown X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[twibunny]

jasper/alice/original character or reader...

their partner can sesne death. (which most people naturally kinda can but just that it;ll happen soon)

anywho. their partner can sense it down to the last week or two. without any training. So, then they become a veterinarian. then can get it down to the last day.

(aged up AU)

it works with animals easiest then they sense it for bellaxedward...

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[makotoarashi]

Part 4 coming (I don't even know if I put enough A in ANGST)

Okay before you start reading I apologise for Kazutora's behavior here, I was writting that scene with a pain in my heart.

July 2 2018

Just another day at work, people were bringing various types of pets to your office beside cats and dogs, sometimes even birds, bunnies/rabbits and hamsters, it was a surprise to you that none of those hamsters died yet but you held yourself back from giving any comments. As you were preparing your office for the next patient you heard knocking on the door, you looked at the door just to see a familiar face. "Kazutora, you almost gave me a heart attack!" for a moment you thought you saw a deadman but didn't tell him that, for another time you almost mistook him for Baji's ghost. "Sorry dear... But I have an emergency here" he said showing a box with a black coughing kitten in it "I couldn't just leave the poor thing like this and its parents didn't seem to be anywhere nearby. I watched it for about an hour." after hearing all this you couldn't delay the visit so you decided to help Kazutora treat the kitten before letting him take it to pet adoption center. Kazutora watched you give the kitten shots and pills with a very serious expression mixed with anxiety. You decided to do full health control just to make sure that the kitten wasn't seriously ill, as you checked its eyes you noticed something odd about it, brown eyes. "Doesn't it remind you of Baji?" you asked Kazutora without giving it a second thought. Kazutora looked at the kitten "In addition it's a boy. Do you think I can keep him?" he asked you still watching the kitten. You gave it a thought "If anyone who knew Baji will find out about this cat they would like to keep him just like Kazutora", this made you worry that all of those people who were really close with Baji would get obsessively overprotective about the kitten. "Kazutora, would you bring all of Baji's closest friends here? I will keep it safe I promise." you needed to see everyone who were ever closely associated with Baji to decide if the kitten should be staying with anyone from Toman.

After some time Kazutora brought three people to your office, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno and Takemichi Hanagaki. "I'm sorry but Satou couldn't come" Chifuyu explained "I hope you don't mind" he looked at you smiling, you couldn't believe that there was actually not many people who cared about Baji, it made the decision seem even easier to make. You looked at all of the boys as you were holding the already treated kitten "I need you to discuss who is going to take this kitten in, please look at him closely before making the decision." after saying that you gave the kitten to Mikey. He looked into its eyes and without a second thought decided to name him "Have you considered to name it after Baji?" he said it hugging the kitten gently. You and Kazutora nodded "We did notice something odd about it, no other name feels right." Kazutora explained as he watched Mikey give the kitten to Chifuyu. "Maybe it's a sign" said Takemichi looking at Chifuyu holding the kitten. Chifuyu looked at the kitten really closely before hugging it "I really want to keep it..." he said almost whispering. Takemichi watched Chifuyu get more and more attached to the kitten each second "Anyone has something against Chifuyu taking the cat?" he asked looking at the others. You couldn't participate in the conversation because you had to prepare documents to fill but you listened to everything they were saying. Kazutora and Mikey discussed that Chifuyu would be the best pick but it would be better if the kitten decided. Chifuyu put the kitten on the floor as the others got into position, it didn't take long before the kitten picked its new owner. "So Chifuyu it is" you said watching the final decision before handing Chifuyu the documents to fill out "Please write your name, surname and contact information, don't forget to write cat's name and check the species box." you were very serious about it, the document you handed out already had health problem written down. 

After making a copy of the document it was time to say goodbye to everyone and close the office for the night. After you closed the office you noticed that Mikey and Kazutora didn't leave, you were confused to see them wait for you. Before you could realise Kazutora pinned you to the wall "Who do you like?" he asked with a calm voice, it made you blush. You didn't know what to do or say because you loved two people and both of them were awaiting your answer. "Please stop using dirty tricks" Mikey looked at Kazutora as he grabbed your hand "Do you want to know my answer?" Mikey asked looking into your eyes smiling. The pressure was unbelievable but lower than on the day you reunited with Kazutora. You took a deep breath before saying anything "Mikey... If you like me just say so. Kazutora, I have been keeping my promise for so long but..." you speed dialled Takemichi also muting the sound in your phone so the boys wouldn't realize you were stressed enough to call for help "I couldn't feel safe around you for about the same amount of time, I was scared you wouldn't change, Kazutora I was scared of you..." both of them were looking right into your eyes it made checking your phone more difficult but you just assumed that Takemichi picked up the call. Mikey could sense that something was up so he pulled you closer "Kazutora, I'm not your enemy anymore, I want to keep Y/N safe just like you but you're scaring them right now." Mikey's tone was more serious than ever, he slid one hand onto yours and took the phone from your hand "Are you willing to have a sleepover?" he said to the phone soon after checking who you called "Great" the fact that he got the answer meant that he turned off mute mode as he took your phone. Mikey ended the call and gave the phone back to you "We're sleeping at Takemichi's place" he said looking at Kazutora "If you want to you can come over but just so you know..." he walked back up to Kazutora "Takemichi won't make you feel welcome tonight" after announcing that Mikey grabbed your hand and started walking away from Kazutora.

You were unsure how to feel, you were worried that Kazutora might go insane again, you were also hoping he would understand. "Not everyone deserve your forgiveness, keep that in mind." Mikey said sitting on his motorbike giving you a sign to to sit behind him. You sat down and held onto him tightly as he started his vehicle.

[danielphlox24012006]

день 5

это пятый день моего типа блога) хотя его не кто и не читает.

я рассказываю тут в основном о том как прошел мой день так как не знаю о чем еще можно тут написать так как в данной сети сидят лишь иностранцы, а я... а я из России) прикольно однако)

так) сегодня день был весьма продуктивным) наверное... ну я начала продолжение сюжетки в хср, дописала Французкую и Итальянскую кухню начав писать Греческую кухню и все! остается лишь Английская после нее и я могу писать другие предметы! шикарно! одна проблема что завтра мой больничный может подойти к концу и я разорвусь на работе...(

тааак... что еще? а! у меня второй день как я работаю пока горит свеча) на этот раз я купила себе нормальную свечу с деревянным фетильком и в типа глиненной баночке) она не ароматическая, но все равно прикольная.

еще сегодня стало опять плохо моей собаке. у него начался припадок. вы не представляете как сильно я перепугалась. я пыталась его успокоить, но в тоже время пыталась заснять то что с ним происходит... мне было дико страшно так как это не в первый раз, а я без понятия что с ��им делать в такие моменты. сам припадок длился около минут 5, может чуть дольше... в итоге после этого я быстро нашла вет.клинику которая круглосуточная и быстро меня приняла, обслужила и сказала откуда ноги ростут. теперь мне не так страшно)

на этом все) надеюсь что меня хоть кто-то да будет читать... хотя это только начало)